#cc walker x reader
Note
Absolutely love your work! And was ecstatic when I found out you also did Emma myers! And you write so well!! 🥹 I don’t know if you’ll be up to this, so don’t feel the need I know your probably a busy bee. But I wanted to know since you do Emma myers, if you’d be willing to to do a cc Walker aged up fic, maybe where cc is in college, and she’s in a relationship with reader (I absolutely loved your jealous Tara fic) but I was wondering if you could do cc, but make it a little more soft, and possessive? Like Cc is more afraid that reader will leave her? And just soft smut? (Sapphic of course) if not then I understand. I also wanted to know if once A good girls guide to murder comes out, will you be doing pop x reader? Because Emma is so cute as pip! ❤️❤️
would it kill you to look at me instead?
Pairing: CC Walker x Fem!Reader
Summary: ^^ request!!
Words: 5k (i was not expecting that damn)
Warnings: soft smut, slight angst. actually idk if its cut out to be angst, possessive cc aaaaaaa, author forgot how to actually write good stories
a/n: thank you so so sooo much!!!! and i was absolutely in love with agggtm when i read the book (i even got the whole series on my bookshelf!) so ofc ill be doing a pip x reader soon. hope i got to your expectations, anon.
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"CC, what's up with you?"
Ava trailed after her, CC's shoes skittering along the hallway like some kind of menace, the slam of her door from her dorm was still echoing in Ava's ears.
Despite having just finished training five minutes ago, CC's steps were quick. Like they were avoiding any sort of conversation, she didn't even know why or where she was going.
"CC, please, you haven't even talked to me in a week!" Ava caught up to her, nearly tackling the girl to keep pace with her steps.
"Okay, what?" The blonde turned around abruptly, wind catching in her hair. She almost could roll her eyes if not for Ava being the sweetest being on this earth. "What, for fucks sake, what is so wrong with me?"
"That." She gestured using her pointer finger while the shorter girl pulled her lips into a thin line, "You keep snapping at everyone, and you've been staring daggers at the squad all week. It was mild at first, but now you look like you want to bury them in front of their families."
Ava leaned in further, squinting her eyes as she crosses her arms, "...Also you have these deep eyebags under your eyes."
CC's shoulder slumped, letting out an heavy sigh while her eyes closed. It burns, burns like fucking hell.
"I—"
Ava jumped forward, her eyes furrowing almost immediately, "Don't say because of exams since you're doing pretty good in terms of academics. You're even top in your classes."
"Well, fine. It's—"
"Don't say soccer too because I know your eyebags only come out of hiding when it's tournament or championship season."
"Okay, Wyatt—"
"Yale is like a million miles from us, CC. Also you don't even text Wyatt unless you need something."
"Well, I..." CC fidgeted under her, her head tilting left and right, "We've, my girlfriend have.... Have been fucking. Sex. Alot. Major, huge sex. Like, up and down, sideways, horizontally, transversally—"
"Alright, no," Ava pulled out her hand and stopped her, her other pinching the bridge of her nose, "Not in any universe would I want to hear about you and y/ns sex life."
CC chuckled, the only laugh she could ever muster. "Look, college's been kicking my ass lately and I'm just tired, really. Nothing to worry about." In all truth and oaths, she was.
She was tired.
For all the different reasons. Might even be petty ones.
So tired of hearing that one name—Clarissa Grey—coming out of your, admittedly so attractive, pretty mouth. She was a transferee yet she already caught your attention with a single 'hey, i'm new here, can you show me around?'
It had been five weekdays, not even counting weekends where Clarissa horribly clung onto you outside of school, of having your presence found nowhere but with that girl.
Normally, CC would spend every waking hour, if not for soccer, with you and you only. Clinging to your arms, holding your warm hands, tip-toeing to kiss your pretty lips she so adored, bringing you to the most expensive places you wanted, and most especially waking up with you in the early morning with your body sprawled atop hers.
It was bliss.
Was.
Now that CC was constantly being pulled to practice she couldn't spend as much time as she wanted with you. Meanwhile, Clarissa had you wrapped around her arms.
In short, Clarissa Grey is and will forever be a pain in the ass.
Clarissa—Insufferable, torturous, agonizing, intolerable, girlfriend-hogging—Grey.
She hated her.
Well, not hated. It's a strong word, a word she couldn't ever describe your, her forever beloved girlfriend, friends. Yet this girl got on her nerves more than ever.
And she's pretty sure this girl's been trying to get into your pants more than CC ever does after a rough game.
Clarissa was fine at first. CC wasn't those controlling partners who didn't allow their other to have friends; in fact, she was happy that you found a friend in the new transferee from across the world.
Now she felt like she was about to butcher the girl from mouth to anus if she ever so much as catching a wind of her presence of how she was constantly stealing you away from her.
CC took months just to muster a hi and introduce herself (through text mind you) and she didn't even check her phone for weeks after it. New girl did it in one damn day.
How could one even out-girlfriend a girlfriend of three years?
Now whenever it hits midnight and CC is finally in your arms all she could hear is:
"I'm so sorry baby, Clarissa made some plans for us."
"Sorry, CC. I have something to do with Clarissa on that date."
"Clarissa wanted to…"
"Baby, is it alright if Clarissa invited me to…"
"CC! Check it out, Clarissa just…
It's ridiculous and all CC could say was a simple yeah sure and a nod like she wasn't going to bash Clarissa's head in with a soccer ball.
She'd admit that even you get the end of the stick with her attention sometimes because of her first-class popularity that always seemed to stick around, but either way she felt really bad.
Jealousy was a stupid emotion which a stupid college girl, mind you, like her was stupidly experiencing. She was 19 experiencing her old 13 year old problems if she met you a bit more earlier. But who wouldn't get jealous?
She had the same interests as you, the same personality, likes the same movies as you, you both had an interest in whatever artist you were listening too.
She practically hung out with you everyday with how the both of you took the same classes and courses. The two of you were perfect on paper.
Clarissa wasn't some soccer-obssessed girl who doesn't spend her time in training for championships that you found yourself spending every second with her if CC wasn't around.
She has a great fashion sense without looking like whatever a 'teenybopper' is or someone dressed like Adam Sandlers.
She's probably great at cooking.
She kept her room impossibly clean as if it were brand new that you found impressive everytime she invited the both of you to her dorm.
She had this amazing ball of sunshine whenever she entered the room like it was a plague.
She probably followed what her mom told her to be when she gets into college.
She was pretty too. Her hair all shiny and she carried absolute grace and poise. Who wouldn't like her?
And that smile of hers? You found it nice. Charming, captivating. Even CC found it enchanting, it was all so surreal.
You liked her, most of all.
Shit.
Not that CC could ever doubt your loyalty to her; hell, she could invite every former crush and celebrity crush you had, and you wouldn't even bat a single eye towards them. You'd even try to desperately find the girl even if she wasn't in the room.
She doubted herself.
Who was she if not for you?
She just missed you. So much. It's killing her.
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"CC!" You yelled, a smile creeping up your lips as you watched her jog up the bleachers in her new shoes you bought for her as an anniversary gift, it was an understatement to say that she loved it.
You watched how her exhausted face broke into a slight smile that managed to never fail to make your heart grow a garden of flowers trying to mimic her beauty, her eyes lighting up by the mere sight of you.
When she finally reached you, she practically melted into your inviting embrace. You held her chose, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath, her exhaustion from practice matches slowly going away from being in the comfort of our arms.
You feel how her breaths gradually steadied, her heartbeat turned into its normal pace, her hands snaking up to your back while she buried her head into you, subtly peppering gentle kisses along your neck.
"Y/n..." She murmured, pulling her head away slightly and turning to the side.
Your arms stayed lingered around her waist, "Yeah, baby?"
She shook her head, eyebrows slightly knitting themselves as her gaze drifted at the seats as she inched closer to your ear, "Why... why is she here?" She squeezed your hand that was wrapped around her.
You followed her line of sight to where Clarissa sat on the bleachers right next to you, watching the players off to the side at her own time.
"Well, she wanted to come along with me," you explained with a shrug, "so I brought her here." A soft smile gracing your lips as you glanced at CC who didn't match your sunny expression.
"You guys done yet?" She looked up at the both of you, her voice was oddly monotone and disinterested. Unlike a few moments ago where she was clinging onto your arm while laughing.
You lowered your arms from CC's body as you sat beside Clarissa, gesturing to your girlfriend to slightly introduce her even if they already met a couple of times.
You didn't miss the way CC's face twisted into a grimace one as she crossed her arms, mumbling a slightly less than thrilled exclaim, "Fantastic."
"It is fine for me to cheer you on, right?" Clarissa smiled. Way too innocently at CC as if she wasn't just staring her down, the change in her tone didn't go unnoticed.
"Yeah. Yeah sure, whatever." CC replied, albeit the response came through gritted teeth as she picked up a waterbottle that sat beside you.
Clarissa smiled, laughed even, before leaning her head against you. "We have something to go after anyways, right y/n?" She looked up at you, innocent eyes that definitely didn't mimic yours as you stuttered out a response.
"We do? I didn't—"
"Okay, no, that's—!" CC's reaction was swift, immediately pulling you closer to her side, her hand having a firm grip on your arm as her voice rose in frustration yet faltered.
CC paused, seemingly collecting herself. You turned to her, confusion etched in your face, while Clarissa had a slight tug in her lips.
"That's... perfect. Amazing," she finally managed to say, letting go of her tight grip on you before standing up. "Sorry, I really have to go, I think they're calling for me. Enjoy whatever plans the both of you have."
You hear Clarissa giggle as you watch CC walk down the steps, her waterbottle discarded onto a nearby trashcan. It wasn't even half done. "Guess she doesn't like me, huh?"
A soft sigh escape your lips, your mood officially worried and concerned about CC before turning to Clarissa, "Yeah... Yeah, sorry, we have plans?"
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Nothing could be more worrying than allowing your girlfriend CC-can't-really-monitor-her-liquor-properly-Walker attend a night party held by her teammates as some sort of 'pre-celebration' before a game.
You were already deprived out of her presence, being that you always stuck with that new girl you couldn't really find time to hang out with your girlfriend no longer than 30 minutes.
Not to mention what happened a few hours ago.
You miss her so much its tearing you apart. Unfortunately you're the book definition of a people pleaser so you took the courage to show Clarissa around for a few weeks until she got comfortable with the setting.
Most of the times CC would invite you to come along with to parties. Rejection often means she would be clinging onto your back like a koala and making out with you until the words associated with your academics disappeared from your mind.
Now she just entered the dorm, gave you a single kiss without explanation, and a simple text minutes later just stating 'ill be at a party. see you midnight xx.'
That in itself made you worried. No normal breathing CC Walker would ever use perfect grammar or would her be's or you's spelled correctly without any missing letters.
So imagine your surprise when she arrived two hours before twelve. Wasted and slightly teary-eyed, her pretty eyes avoiding looking at your direction. It was an understatement that the sight broke your heart.
"CC?" You rushed to her side almost immediately, ignoring the concerns of the amount of tasks you had on your desk.
You were met with silence. "CC, baby, are you alright? Did something happen?" you asked softly, "love, hey, look at me." You reach out to steady her as she swayed on her feet more and more in her intoxicated state until she reached her bed.
She shrugged off your touch, feeling a nagging sting in your heart that burned a void inside of you. You watched as she mutter something unintelligible under her breath, gritting her teeth as she stared at the ground.
"CC, talk to me." You carefully sat with her against your bed, fetching her the water that has been sitting on your desk, tilting your head to get her attention.
Her head turned to you, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her pretty eyes that you adored were almost teary-eyed, "Would it kill you to look at me instead, y/n?"
"CC..." you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowing, "CC... what? What are you talking about?"
"Why are you always with her? Clarissa?" Her name almost felt like poison in her mouth, awaiting to be spit out in venom, "Why is she always with you when I'm not around? Why are you always looking at her even if I'm mere inches away from you?"
She shook her head before you could respond, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "It's dumb. I know you're allowed to spend time with your friends. And even more to her since she's new and everything. You could spend time with anyone and I wouldn't care but I—" She took a deep breath, "Every time I see you with her, it's like… like she's much more of a good girlfriend than me you know? Because she likes you. It's kind of clear."
You couldn't feel anything but that gruesome feeling that's eating you apart. You could feel your heart tearing your own self apart as she spoke more.
"She looks at you as if you're hers, y/n. Not to mention she's always touching you, calling you names, always going out of her way to be alone with you... I mean, she asked you out as a joke. Multiple times."
"CC I never thought…" You feel a lump forming in your throat, her words heavy on your heart that were surely more heavier on hers. "I'm sorry, CC."
You reached out to cup her cheek, her body turning to face you, your thumb gently wiping a stray tear that fell on her face. "I'm so sorry, CC. You're not losing me. You will never lose me," you whispered, "I care about you more than anything. More than I breathe. I'm so sorry I made you feel like you were losing me. You have my whole heart, my body, my very soul."
Her gaze softened slightly, you could see that familiar glint you always loved to look at when you locked eyes with her. You missed it. "Is that a promise?"
Gently, you brushed your fingers against her cheek, pressing delicate kisses to her soft skin. "Far more important than a promise. I'll keep it like an oath on my life."
You let your arms wrap around her, feeling her slumping against you, curling against herself between your arms like she was trying to drown all of her burdens for you. "I'm just afraid that you'll leave me. I'm sorry for blowing up on you. I'm sure Clarissa is great."
CC felt warm, comforting, a presence that made you feel like everything to her, how she always kept you grounded. "It's alright, CC. I've been there before, don't worry. And for the record, I'm kind of getting tired of showing her around. Just a slight bit. I'll try introducing her to some people."
CC smiled against your neck, "You don't have to ignore her completely, baby. It's fine. I think my insecurities just got the best of me."
She's as comforting as the day you met her. The comforting sense of love, how you'd wake yourself up everyday just to see her face. Even if your heart gives out, you'd work through turmoil for it to beat for her. Even if you're tired, you'd manage enough energy for her to enjoy life with you.
"I'll never let you doubt my love for you again. No one could ever replace what I'm feeling with you, no one could ever replace you. You're simply everything baby, everything that life never gave me and everything life never offered."
You press a tender kiss to her forehead before making your way to her lap, pulling her collar and capturing her lips in a soft yet deep kiss.
CC responded eagerly to your kiss, closing her eyes while she let her hands wrap around your waist as she parted her lips to invite yours in as her tongue slipped between them.
With a low groan of ecstasy, you welcomed her intrusion, your own tongue fighting with hers yet you surrendered almost immediately, every touch of her in on your body sent shivers down your spine, leaving you craving for more of her.
You could feel her hands sliding under your shirt, the simple warmth of her touch, how her fingers glided smoothly against your skin and trailing to your chest was like reassurance that you were wanted and loved by her, how you were only hers.
"Baby…" you managed to murmur between her assaulting kisses that only seemed to spur her on as you went limp on her body, "have I ever told you I love the way you talk..."
You couldn't help but grin at the soft chuckle that escaped her pretty lips at your words, her kisses only growing more fervent as CC pressed herself against you all while she looked up at you with those eyes, waiting for you.
"The way you smile…" you trailed off, tugging at her shirt, tracing your fingers along her jawline, "the way you get jealous, the way you get so competitive sometimes, the way you look so lovely every waking moment, it's intoxicating."
You kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her lips as you softly bit at her bottom lip, your voice turning husky and needy with desire, "Most importantly, I love the way you fuck me into your bed every night. You know no girl could drive me insane like what you're doing to me right now."
You didn't miss how CC's breath hitched at your words, how her eyes darkened with desire almost immediately as she pulled you by the collar of your shirt and flipped the both of you around. her hands roaming all over your body as she mumbled to her breath.
"I want you," she pleaded, "I need you, y/n, please." It wasn't a question, she needed this.
You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her close, feeling the heat of her body on top of yours as you mumbled a weak 'yes.'
CC took her time in showering you with the amount of kisses she wanted to give you, offering everything you needed with tenderness you never thought existed, the special attention that she always showed to you, worshipping every inch of your body.
She looked up at you, noticing the way your eyes closed, uncertain of whether it was out of pure bliss or discomfort. "Y/n, is this okay?", she asked softly, squeezing your hand that laid off to the side.
That was the thing about CC that you always adored, how she took the time to make sure you were comfortable in whatever she was doing. Whether she was rough or not, she was still so gentle with you, treating you as if you were porcelain about to break.
In the span of three years, her sweet and caring nature never faded no matter how much time you'll be spending time with her. She was the sweetest girl that only you knew.
You smiled at her, "Yes, CC, everything is okay. Just remind me of how much I'm yours to handle."
She nodded before returning to her usual, pulling up your shirt until it was completely off your body, "You're always so gorgeous…" She whispered against your skin, pressing her lips on your body, trailing down your chest. Each touch was gentle and tender, all just for you to feel cherished.
"I'm gonna take it off, okay, sweetheart?" CC murmured before she was lifting up your hips herself, her fingers sliding into your waistband and discarding your shorts and undergarments off to the side.
You gasped at the sudden cold air hitting your warmth as CC knelt below you to get the perfect view of your pretty pussy she so adored.
You suck a moan under her hot breath against your clit, her arms wrapping around your thighs to pull you in, "Baby, please…"
"I'll get there, pretty girl." CC whispered, taking soft licks of your juices, lapping them as she inched a little further into your warmth, groaning against you.
She looked up, watching how your body reacts with her each touch she had on you, whether she should follow your wants or what she needs to be satisfied.
She could see the flicker of pleasure in your eyes, the way your breath hitched, how you sound with every whine that elicited from your glossy lips, the way you try to cover your moans with your palm.
CC moved away, your needy whine didn't go unnoticed, her lips brushing against your wet clit before wrapping around the needy warmth and sucking gently, your body instinctively creating the perfect arch, your hips rolling into your face as you chased to get the most friction out of her mouth as she held you down by her arms.
But just as you felt nearing an orgasm, CC pulled away, only leaving you panting and wanting more.
She towered over you, spreading your legs as she leaned in closer, the sight of your juices on your lips turned you on even more.
"What do you want, baby? Tell me," she whispered, leaning in closer and planting soft kisses along your face as she waited for your answer.
"You… want you.. inside," you whispered, "want all of you, right now, please…" you moaned as the words spilled out of you in a desperate plea, discreetly rolling your hips against her thigh.
CC smiled down at you, her touch gentle and loving as her hands trailed down below to caress your soft skin before giving you what you wanted, while the other hand held up your head, showering you with praises after praises.
You kissed her back, feeling her fingers slowly inching towards your entrance that sent shivers down your spine. You tried to kiss her once again, trying to drown out your rather loud moans yet your efforts failed.
"Such a good girl, you're taking me so well..." CC praised you, smiling against your lips, "You're so pretty like this, baby. All just for me." She inserted all three fingers inside of you, stretching you out in the most delicious way possible.
"F-fuck! CC, please," you moaned, looking up at her as she looked right at you back, covering your mouth with only your palm. Getting caught having sex with your girlfriend at night in a literal college dorm wasn't in your applications at all.
CC, however, seemed unfazed as she panted, rolling and curling her fingers inside of your warm heat, always finding that one spot that had you seeing stars. "Are you close?" she asked, speeding up her pace.
You could only nod frantically in response, feeling a knot tightening in your stomach, "Yes, yeah, I'm close," you gasped, your body almost trembling in pleasure.
"You know, Clarissa is only a dorm away from us." She took hold of your wrists and held them high above your head, her grip still soft to touch, like she was still trying to take care of you. "You're going to scream my name. Not 'baby', not 'love', not Clarissa or whatever her name is. Not anyone."
Your eyes widened in surprise, your mouth opening to protest, but you were cut off before you could speak.
"I want everybody to hear that you're mine, especially her." She continued, her fingers pushing deep into you as you arched your back, "I want her to know how good I'm fucking you, how well you're taking every inch of me. Tell them what a good girl you are for me."
In your clouded haze, you desperately nodded with half-lidded eyes that stared back at her, your mouth half opened as she kept eliciting pathetic moans and whines from your lips.
"M' gonna cum, baby… CC, please," you whimpered, your voice strained and coming out in choked sobs, feeling the knot tightening deep inside of you. CC relentlessly pushed you closer to the edge, your back arching as she whispered praises after praises.
She released your arms from her grasp and you immediately wrap them around her neck, pulling her impossibly close to your body, her fingers thrusting deeper inside of your pussy while her thumb traced your clit in circles.
"Don't hold it, y/n. Cum for me, pretty girl, it's alright," she whispered as you brought her close to your neck, pressing one last kiss to your skin, satisfying everything inside of you with one last thrust.
You cum almost immediately after, "CC! F-fuck!" you moaned, making sure everyone can hear you. Your walls clenched around her fingers all while she still tried to pump them in and out of you, her hand slick with your cum that went nowhere but down her palm.
You wrap your legs around her waist, seeking support in her body as your own trembled in pleasure, your back arching as you gradually went down from your high, "M' all yours, CC! S-shit, you're fucking me so well!" you gasped, your words coming out in ragged breaths as you were brought to a back to back orgasm.
While you were coming down from your high, CC was already showering you with kisses all over your body, whispering sweet nothings, words of praises and adoration that automatically flowed on instinct from her lips, "I'm right here, y/n. God, you're so so so perfect."
When she felt your body begin to relax, going limp on CC, she gently withdrew from you, reaching out for a nearby stand to grab a pair of tissues. She wiped her fingers clean and gently cleaned the beads of sweat that formed on your forehead.
"You did so well, baby," she murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you, pretty girl. I love you so much."
CC slid her arms under your body, lifting you up and placing you against the headboard, taking note of how your eyes were shut close and your breaths were slightly labored. "Y/n? Y/n, are you alright? Was I too much?"
You chuckled softly, opening your eyes to meet her gaze as she settled into your lap, her arms wrapping around you protectively. Like you'd run away and never return into her hold. Her eyes were too pretty, too full with love and care for you, almost as if you already died and went to heaven.
"You were too soft, actually." you laughed, leaning in to kiss her, tasting her natural lipgloss with the mix of your juices; an odd taste you'd say. "Is that what jealousy gets to CC Walker?"
"Definitely not," she replied almost immediately. "But seeing you with her makes me feel like I am. I needed to feel close to you, for you to feel close to me…" Her voice trailed off, her words faltering. She was always the one who talked alot about her feelings, yet it always seemed so distant and struggled.
"Well, you're not really mine mine since, of course, you don't really belong to anybody. Hell, even I don't own you and no one should think that! But you know I just—"
You reached up to cup her cheek as you cut her off, your thumb brushing lightly against her skin, a gentle smile playing on your lips.
"Oh, you know a girl batting her eyes at me won't change the way I feel about you. That's completely ridiculous," you reassured her. "You're always going to be my top 1. You have my birthday on your jersey for fuck sakes, who couldn't say no to that?"
Her lips curved into a smile, a relief expression is what you'd assume. "Guess you've brought up a solid argument," she laughed, leaning into your touch. "I'll run you a bath, okay?"
"I'll come with," you were already trying to stand up until CC pushed you back down.
"As... a trophy winner of an international soccer team, I suggest you lie back down. Maybe watch a couple of movies or two and let me do the taking care part." She leaned on your forehead and walked to the shower, already gathering your clothes and towel.
You sat up from the bed, a stupid smile across your face as you watched this girl do everything for you. Oh, the way she was so sweet for you was unbelievable. "Don't you need a degree for me to believe you?"
"Yeah!" She yelled across the room, "But I am your girlfriend and you believed me when I said I almost quit soccer because of a shoulder injury when in actuality it was my mom. So." She shrugged, already entering the shower and turning on the faucet before returning back to you.
"You're simply awful." You smiled as you watch her come back with a water and her laptop. "I love you." You say as you kiss her forehead.
"I love you too. So much." She smiled, "but one thing." She sat beside you, rising up a blanket to cover your naked body as she waited for the bathtub to fill. "You have to promise me that you'll keep your eyes on me. And me only."
"Still on Clarissa?"
"Unfortunately so."
You chuckle. "Then, I promise on my life that I'll keep my eyes only for CC Walker. And CC Walker only."
"Forever?"
"Forever and Always."
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a/n: this is longer than i anticipated it to be
#emma myers x reader#emma myers x y/n#emma myers x yn#emma myers x you#cc walker x you#cc walker x reader#cc walker x yn#family switch#emma myers
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can i request a cc walker x fem!reader where cc and reader have a date after cc's soccer practice? she's dead tired so she and the reader also cuddle :] also she's totally the type to steal food from your plate and blame it on something like bulking season djghjshk (emma is so boyfriend in the movie <3) (i just discovered your blog and im for sure staying <3)
Aw thank you so much!! <3 (Emma can strangle me with those legs I would NOT mind)
Winter's Feelings
CC Walker x Fem! reader
Warnings- None
Word Count- 1216
Translations- (f/d)= favourite drink
Eyes staying peeled on your girlfriend, you watch as she swerves between her opponents studded shoes manoeuvring a football around like it was nothing. It was nearly the end of the game and both teams were neck and neck, this last goal (if it was scored) would bring CC's team the game as a win.
CC continued running with the ball, having the ball passed to one of her teammates when someone of the opposing team got too close then having it passed back to her when she was in the clear. You stayed at the edge of your seat observing so carefully it was almost as if you were worried a slight movement would hinder your girlfriend's performance, even if it had it wouldn't be that big of a deal. This was not an official match, just CC's original team split in two and against each other, it was still important though.
CC immediately began running faster once the goal became nearer, she was moving so quickly and was so close to scoring. She was so focused and in the moment, she was always trying her very hardest when she knew you were watching. She really wanted to impress you, even if you weren't into soccer as much as she was. She still wanted to please you.
After a little more running CC finally booted the ball, sending it flying past the goal keeper and assaulting the net. The girls on CC's team jump around cheering and you stand up from the bleachers cheering.
Throughout all the noise all that CC picked up on was you and your smile, once separating from her team she jogs over to you a giant giddy smile plastered on her face.
''D-did you see me? Did you see that?'' CC jumps around you firing her questions.
You grab her hands and nod smiling ''Yes babe I saw you, you were great I knew you'd win, you really do need to take a shower though.''
CC giggles and tries getting closer ''What are you talking about? This is the smell of success.''
''And sweat.'' Your face scrunches.
CC giggles and hurdles closer to give you a sweaty kiss on the lips before running off. You smile and walk after her to wait outside the locker room, you both had a date to go to after this but you figured CC would be tired after all this so you would keep the date small.
About ten minutes later CC comes back out of the locker room, her kit in her gm bag and herself dressed in denim trousers, a hoodie (which you were fairly certain belonged to you) and her signature blue beanie.
''Ready to go?'' You ask her, taking her hand in yours and interlocking your fingers together.
''Yep! Let's go.'' CC starts walking with you out of the school building and through the gates.
While on your journey to this cute café where you had your first date with CC, she speaks about how organised her teams positions for the game and pointing out the faults that the other team had. You listen, nodding when necessary even when you had no idea what she meant at some points.
You eventually get to the café and lead CC to the back corner where you always usually sat. It was a cosy booth that was far enough away that the other customers volume wasn't annoying and left a pleasant ambiance.
''M'lady.'' CC bows slightly and gestures for you to sit down first before sitting across from you.
''How chivalrous of you my dear.'' You laugh and wait for the waitress to come over.
As always CC ordered a Black Iced Americano, one of the staples in her diet alongside blue raspberry Gatorade, with a cheese and tomato toasted sandwich. You ordered (f/d) and a toasted sandwich as well (you can pick what's in it) but with a side of churros, 'cause why the hell not?
The two of you continue to talk for a while longer until the waitress comes back, putting your drinks and plates down you both giver her a thank you before eating. CC practically inhales her coffee and sandwich while you've only had a few sips of your drink and eaten half your sandwich.
From your peripheral you see a hand sliding towards your plate of churros, once you look up the hand snatches one and pulls into itself. CC the food thief scarfs down the churro then gives you a sugary lipped smile, with the excuse:
''It's bulking season, I have to fill up on this stuff.''
You just hum and try to hold back a grin while you finish your food, occasionally looking up. It doesn't take a detective to figure out that she is trying to hide her tiredness, but you already knew she was long before she did.
''We'll go back to your house yeah?'' You ask her rhetorically.
''What? Why?''
''Babe, the other side of the world can sense your tiredness, if it was a colour it would be neon.'' You snicker slightly. ''We'll just go back to your house and watch a movie or something.''
''Yeah if my mom let's you up in my room without freaking out, it's not like we'd even do anything. AND even if we did, you can't even get me pregnant.'' CC chuckles then stiffens her body in robot like movements. ''My. Name. Is. Jess. Walker. I. Don't. Like. My. Daughter. Being. A. Teenager.'' She speaks in a robotic voice.
You shake your head grinning. ''You know she just cares about you, but let's not get stressed about that right now okay, she's probably still at work right?''
CC shrugs ''Probably, let's go then. If you're done?''
''Oh yeah, I'm finished.'' You stand up from the booth and watch CC
''Great.'' CC quickly stuffs the remainder of your churros in her hoodie's pocket, getting up as well she grabs your hand and the two of you make your way back to her house.
Upon entering the Walker house, your eyes almost pop out of your head at the sheer amount of Christmas decorations. CC sees your reaction and giggles.
''I was only here last week.'' Your eyes dart around everywhere.
''You know what my parents are like.'' CC responds leading you to the couch she flops down on it with a sigh. ''They think I'm still a kid, I mean, even Wyatt isn't a kid anymore. We know Santa isn't real.''
You sit beside CC, passing her the TV remote. ''I still believe in Santa.''
CC giggles again and pats your head. ''I know you do babe, and I love you for it.'' She turns on the TV and flicks through the channels, finally setting on one that plays comedy movies.
You lean into the corner of the couch and wrap your arm around CC forcing her to lay against you, she lets out a happy noise and relaxes against you, tilting her head up to plant a kiss to your jaw, she flips over so she is laying on her stomach on top of you, her head resting on your chest.
You kiss the top of her head and rub her back, half soothing half massaging.
''I love you Y/N.''
''I love you too honey.''
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A date With CC Walker
Pairings: CC Walker x Fem! Reader
Content: Fluff, pure fluff!
Summary: You decide to stay with CC after football practice and go on a date with her
WC: 746
It was a cold day, and you were worried about CC. You were in the bleachers in one of her hoodies and a pair of sweatpants and you were cold, never mind the fact that CC was in a jacket with a thin shirt and a pair of shorts. She didn’t even look cold but then again she was focused on the game and improving more even if she was amazing at the game. Every now and then after a goal, she would look at you with a cocky smirk and wink before focusing on the game. She lived to fluster you every chance she could get and she loved it.
You were just thankful her practice was for an hour so you didn’t have to suffer much and also you didn’t have to worry about CC much for when she was playing in just those shorts. Soon enough, they were done and everyone was going to the changing room. That was when you stood up and waited outside, texting her. ‘I’m inside, outside the changing room door. Can go to your house after then?’ you had texted. You got a thumbs-up in return which was a yes. You smiled gently at the response. After 10 minutes, she came out and looked at you.
“Hey babe,” she spoke, holding your sides gently and kissing you, her hair wet. She had showered and it was clear. She also had on her blue beanie, blue hoodie and some black sweatpants.
“Hey,” you responded after the kiss and looked at her lovingly, admiring her.
“Want to go to a coffee shop before we walk to my house?” she asked. You smiled, nodding.
“Yeah. A hot chocolate I am assuming?” you teased the girl, nudging into her with a smile. You knew her love for hot chocolate after all. CC just laughed as she was shrugging,
“I mean… yeah. You want one?” she asked, holding your hand as you were both walking out with each other. You nodded.
“Admittedly, yes. It is cold when you’re just sitting down and not doing sports unlike my special little nerd,” you teased her. CC just glared and slapped your arm but chuckled.
Eventually, you both arrived at the cafe shop, holding hands the entire time and even kissing a little bit. “So 2 hot chocolates right?” CC asked, grabbing her wallet out.
“I’ll pay. But yeah,” you answered.
“Nope. I’m paying,” CC demanded which caused you to widen your eyes and nod. You knew how she could get after all so you just accepted it. CC was definitely happy about that.
Once you got your drinks (takeout of course), you started the walk to her house. “Well, get ready to be beaten at Mario Kart,” CC smirked out, causing you to raise an eyebrow and smirk.
“Oh really?” you teased her as CC nodded.
“Remember the one time I beat you?” you decided to tease her.
“Well… you can shut the fuck up,” CC defended herself as she glared causing you to laugh and nod as you loved her.
“Afterwards we can watch a movie,” you offered. “Even with cuddles?” you added, trying to sweeten the deal. CC just smiled, biting her lip as she looked you up and down.
“Do you deserve it though?” CC teased you. You just gawked.
“Yes? I, as your girlfriend, should be able to cuddle you especially when you beat me at Mario Kart,” you justified, causing CC to nod.
“Alright,” she spoke. “Cuddles and a film after it is!”
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Once you arrived at her house, you saw how her mom was home. “Miles and Wyatt have gone on a boy's night out,” Jess called out not realising you were there, petting Pickles.
“Oh! Hi, how are you?” she asked you, smiling.
“Doing good Jess! We will just play Mario Kart, watch a film, and cuddle. Do you trust us with the door closed?” You teased. This time CC slapped your arm hard.
“Ow!” You whined out. Jess just laughed.
“Of course, just call me up if you need food or drinks!” she spoke and you both nodded.
“Thank you, Jess,” you thanked her as CC nodded.
“Yeah, thanks mom! Now let’s go up!” CC spoke and smiled at you before you were in her room.
Safe to say you won Mario Kart then watched a film of her choice, when you decided to stay the night. You knew Jess wouldn’t mind and CC deserved the cuddles.
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Ok but CC Walker would be the worlds cutest Girl kisser….🤭🤭 and the relationship with her mom would make it even better 😂 like CC brings reader to her house and she’s all shy and so much not like her usual “captain of the soccer team” mode, and her mom notices her having more manners around you😂 like have you seen the girls room? She does not openly show manners all the time. She’d be like opening doors for you 🥹until it all clicks in her mothers head and their at the dinner table after you leave. Cc is on her phone, all smiles and looking far to flushed. “So…I couldn’t help but wonder…you cleaned your room today. Was that for anyone special?”
YES. She practices self care just for r and she keeps everything nice and clean (only when she knows r is going to see it.)
Her mom is so confused when cc does all of this. She didn’t know what was happening… cc was never that organized and she’s always confident around everyone. And she didn’t even know that cc was a lesbian like???
And when she was smiling at her phone? That just proved her point. She knew Cc was talking to someone at that point.
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Jealousy of Mine
pairing; Cc walker x nerd fem reader
summary; Forgiveness. Never an easy topic, and never an easy decision to make. CC used to joke that forgiveness was just one of those things that people talk about to make them sound like a god like they had something so hard they deserved a trophy or some sort of accolade. Cc liked to think she was smart, not nearly as smart as her peers, but she probably should have known what had happened at the party wasn't going to magically disappear any time soon. Cc had a habit of treating events like these with the least amount of importance, which irked her family to no end and you as well.
words: 7k+
Warnings; Green-eyed Cc walker, confrontation, angst with fluff, sexual tension, 18+ content, smut, Cc walker being the cutest person on earth.
The music was almost too overbearing was what flew into CC's thoughts as she stood next to a few of her teammates, who had thankfully taken her aside and began to talk preparation about the next game that was against the high school ravens. It was a big game with a lot to ride on, and it wouldn't be exaggerating to say that was what had been running in CC's mind all week. Constant prepping, much to your annoyance.
Cc found her eyes wandering as she thought of you, a smile forming on her face at just the thought of you and your perfect smile. The way it was so sweet and radiated warmth. An Angel sent from heaven just for her. Her eyes met the large crowd and she couldn't help the deep twinge that littered her stomach as she caught sight of the sea of multitudes. Bright almost flashing lights met her eyes and she quickly excused herself. She had left you earlier with Wyatt as you both had gotten way too involved in nerd talk. As much as CC loved you she would rather barf than talk about Pokémon and how they almost crashed the stock market.
She had whispered she'd be back into your ear and you had nodded, all eager eyes focused on one of Wyatt's friends as he produced a pack of Pokémon cards, all freshly new. Needless to say, all you had done was kiss her cheek distractedly had and turned back to the group. "Oh come on James I just want one look!" Cc could hear your voice even as she began her walk through the crowds. Her nerdy girl, she almost chuckled at how cute you were. With your secret stash of Pokémon cards and English country novels.
After Cc's much-needed conversation with her teammates, head filled with soccer strategies her eyes moved to seek you out.
After Cc makes it through the sea of teenagers back to the small group of nerds she left you her face crumples as she eyes Wyatt who seems to seek his sister's eyes, his shoulders moving as he seems to point to the bathroom, pointing at his watch and signaling the number 10. 10 minutes. You had been gone 10 minutes. Cc inwardly cursed at her brother, of course, he wouldn't think to check on you. After all as special as Wyatt was, he was still a boy. A boy with no knowledge of high school parties.
CC's blonde brows crease, eying the hall full of young girls waiting in line for the bathroom, all with red cups filled with reeking alcohol. Cc can't help but feel a twinge of anxiety as she makes her way. You usually don't go to bathroom at parties, part of your rules you had set for yourself, you didn't like being by yourself, much less in a bathroom with girls who now would eye you with envious eyes as you walked down the hall, CC's arm draped over your shoulders.
It was no surprise that you were no longer need to most of the student body, now you were CC walker's girl, everyone knew that. And it didn't exactly cause friendliness affection. Cc moved through the crowds, feeling like furnace from the way heat of the people around her.
She managed to make it the door, knocking on it before asking loudly over the nauseating music. "Y/n? Sweet pea are you in there?"
It was Jessica who spoke from beside her, Jessica was a friend of yours from debate club, she creased her brows, surprised at CC. "Y/n said she was going to find you about five minutes ago? She went that way" Jessica pointed torwards the back yard. Cc sighed, getting even more restless as she had not laid eyes on you for more than twenty minutes and she could practically feel her protective instinct kick in.
Once out back Cc eyed every girl, and it was only when she felt Wyatt behind her, eyes looking for the same person. "Have you found her yet? It's not like y/n to be without either of us" Wyatt spoke, his own anxiety bouncing of him in waves.
It was only when Wyatt spoke that she followed to where his fingers pointed. And it was then that CC could feel her heart beat normally again as she caught sight of you. Only as soon as her smile came it was gone
You were sitting with Josephine March, looking a bit nervous. Cc had known Josephine since kindergarten, even pre-school. And even pre-school CC Walker had never quite gotten along with Josephine. She was sly, and spoiled to no end, and even now it took all of CC to even be on the same team with her.
The amount of times CC would finish practice with a bad taste in her mouth solely from Josephine had been enough to stop counting on one hand alone. Even recently Josephine had been treating CC like the scum on the bottom of her shoe, with too many saccharine smiles and backhanded remarks.
Now to see you sitting so close to her arch enemy it made her skin crawl and a feeling so vile take over her veins. "Why is she sitting with Josephine?" She practically gritted out, feeling her nostrils rise and her knuckles flex. Wyatt sensing his sisters discomfort only nodded, "I'm sure it's nothing. She probably couldn't find any of us and decided to go with someone she knew"
Cc chuckled sardonically at Wyatt's response, like you would ever intentionally go with Josephine march. You had been nice enough, kind enough to greet her when you met CC after practice, but you would never talk long enough to have a full conversation. Josphine probably didn't even know anything about you, other than you were the cutest person under the son, with your cheery attitude and lovely doe eyes.
Cc would be lying if she said she hadn't caught the way Josephine would eye you in the halls, her grey eyes would trail over you, like some sick pervy boy with no sense of decorum. Cc had seen the way Josphine would act around girls she found pretty, she would put on a facade, all false smiles and giggly laughs. All soft finger trailing over their arms. It made her sick, nauseous to death.
And now you were her victim. Yeah like hell you were. Cc eyed you, could tell that you were nervous, you were tapping your fingers anxiously over your red rimmed cup, which only caused CC even more concern. Last she left you had no drink in hand, and just the thought that Josphine had probably handed it to you with a soft smile and a charming, "oh it's no bother for a cute girl like you" had her walking past all the bodies across the yard. Wyatt's voice behind her, "CC wait!!"
It was like all of CC's sense were aimed at you, she could see the way your eyes skimmed the crowd, looking for her no doubt, anxiety laced in your eyes, but you were to kind to tear your eyes away from Josephine, and that was ok. Because CC would do the talking for you.
As soon as CC was near your eyes caught hers and your lip's upturned, your smile so wide and relief filling your eyes. Cc schooled her expression, seeing Josphine's obvious disdain when she caught sight her. Her pretty girl facade was out the door as quickly as it came.
"Where've you been pretty girl? I've been looking all over for you, you had me pretty worried" CC spoke, and she her body instantly calmed as you walked into her waiting arms, lip's immediately searching for her lips.
After a few kisses that made Josphine roll her eyes and gag you let go, "I was trying to find you but i got so lost that Josphine offered to sit out here while the party died down. She figured you would eventually come looking for me".
The words soured in CC's stomach. Just the way you had said it, all smiles, even sending Josephine your signature grateful smile, she had actually helped you, like she had saved you in some way.
"Oh it was no trouble CC" Josephine spoke, winking at you, "it was a pleasure to sit and talk a while with your special girl. She's as sweet as a button".
Cc could feel her lips twitch even as the words flew out of Josphine's mouth. She moved to press a secure kiss to your forehead, making sure to eye Josphine in the eyes, make her see the way her stern blue eyes were holding so much more than friendly banter. "Oh yes, my perfect pretty girl. She's one of a kind isn't she" she spoke.
Josephine only chuckled at that, like somehow through it all she had won something, like she had bested CC without her knowing. And it irked CC to no end.
"I'm going to find Wyatt, he looks a bit anxious" you spoke, eyes trailing to the boy who stood a few feet behind, worry laced in his eyes. Cc didn't acknowledge it, watching as you walked over to Wyatt, worry in your face as you began speaking to him. Now it was just CC and Josephine. Gone was the friendless that you brought with you.
Cc eyed Josphine with cold eyes, her brows creased and anger wafting out of her pours. "Stay away from my girlfriend Jo" she spoke, hoping the words would keep her steady.
The girl only eyed her, getting up and walking, almost menacingly, until she was flush against her, face to face. Blue eyes meeting cold greys.
"Have you ever thought that maybe it was your girlfriend who found me? Poor thing was so lost and looked so in need help, so I did what any gentlewoman would do, I helped her. Slayed her dragon that was causing her such despair, why? Because her girlfriend left her in a sea of people. Besides, I think she quite likes me. A few kind words and a couple stories about my humanitarian work and she was all over me".
Cc could feel her anger vibrating of her, just the way Josphine was so coy about it. She knew you well enough to know how good hearted you were, how optimistic and positive you tended to be. She used that to her as advantage. "She's got a kind heart. I see why you like her. Makes me wonder if she'd be the kind to cater to your needs." At this Josphine made direct eye contact with the blonde.
"Does she? Cater to your needs Walker? Is she a submissive little bitch?" It was said with such malice that CC could feel her chest erupt with rage and before she could advance any more forward she was pulled back roughly.
She was met with Wyatt, his calm words holding the rage at bay. "She's not worth it CC. Let it go. I sent y/n to go get the car. She doesn't need to see you like this. You'd be thrown off the team. Just think about it, the captain of the girls team causing a fight with one of her team mates?"
Wyatt's grip was hard on CC's jacket, almost like he knew just how much cc wanted to jump on top of the girl and give her a good black eye. After all Cc had given him one, on accident. She was incredibly strong for such a small girl. Holding in so much strength.
"You should really listen to your puny brother Walker" Josephine chided.
From her peripheral vision she could see Wyatt's face crumble, and maybe it was the way she knew only she could ever really understand her brother. For years he had been picked on, ruthlessly, relentlessly, cruelly. And for years CC had done nothing about it, had let him fight his own battles. But here he was, with his hands on hers, ready to help her, to save her. Well that was the last time anybody would ever cross a Walker.
"What did you call my brother?" CC growled out, blue eyes cold and frostbitten, words said between growls of pearly teeth.
Josephine only chuckled sardonically, a mini devil in the making, before using her index finger to pointedly tap roughly against CC's sweater, purposefully egging her on, practically begging her to make a move. Cc waited to hear that tiny bit of her consciousness, begging for her attention. Begging her to step away and remain the victor. Or perhaps maybe even her mothers voice, "CC we do not attack others!". But she couldn't hear it, no matter how much she wanted to. Josphine and crossed the line. First assaulting you in the most grotesque manner, and then making a pass at her brother.
For the first time since pre-school when Josphine March has purposely stole her pop rocks after lunch and proceeded to make her watch, unashamedly letting the candy pop CC Walker threw Wyatt's hand off her, before slapping Josphine match so hard across her face it ricocheted.
In hind sight CC should have known that everybody would be watching. Everybody. From the lowest of the food chain to the quarter backs of the school. All watching as Josephine let out a screech and held her now aching and bloodied nose, yelping and calling out like god himself had insulted her. "My nose is broken! Cc Walker broke my nose!" She squealed out. Cc felt her whole body go numb as realization hit her.
Everybody's voices weee loud, some of them congratulating her and others looking at the girl with wide set eyes, like they just couldn't believe that CC Walker could do that. Cc Walker remained still, eyes still set in shock. The party was far from reaching her ears, she thought of your face, how disappointed you would be. She thought of her mom, of her dad's disapproving stare. Suddenly Wyatt was by her side now, taking his sisters shoulders in his hand, worry in his eyes, "cc are you okay? Look we've got to go! Come on!" Right as he was dragging her away from the middle of the large crowd CC watched as you came in view, eyebrows creased and taking in the scene. It was obvious you had pieced it together; that or the fact that CC's right hand was bruised and red.
"Cc what the hell did you just do?" You managed to get out, and in a surprise turn of events you made your way to Josphine, bending down and asking her if she was ok, with those kind eyes. Well that just the icing on the cake.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" Cc spat, still being pulled away by Wyatt. "She doesn't know what she said cc! Come one let's get to the car and y/n will follow".
It was all a blurry haze as Cc was thrown into the truck and Wyatt finished the keys anxiously from his Pocket, his eyes filled with worry and confusion. "Cc do you just realize what you did!! I'm not mad at you for hitting her, she deserved it. But-" he grimaced, eyes meeting his sisters, her full blues beginning to water.
"You could have really hurt her CC" he seethed.
Cc could feel her emotions running rampant as she began to think back to your face, how confused and scared you had seemed upon eying her. Damn she had made a mistake. It was only then that the back door opened and you made your way inside, eyes distant and confused. Your voice soft yet rough. Almost as if you weren't quite sure to ask what had just happened.
"She's fine. Her brothers taking her to the hospital." You spoke, mostly making eye contact with Wyatt, who nodded eagerly, CC in the front seat with her knees to her chest and blue eyes red rimmed, like a child awaiting a consequence from her parents.
"They're not pressing charges are they?" Wyatt spoke, and CC could feel her heart still. She had never thought about that. Hell the Marches were loaded, they could press charges, end her soccer career in one choice.
It was your words that calmed her, "luckily I was able to convince them not to.".
Cc let out a soft laugh, of course you would still be saving her.
Wyatt nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Let's just get out of here." With that Wyatt pulled the car out of the driveway, the rest of the ride filled with nothing but breathing and quiet thoughts.
"You want to drop me of at home? That way you can take your girl home?" Wyatt spoke softly to his sister, who thankfully was looking more angry than scared.
"Yeah...yeah thanks Wy" cc spoke, giving her brother a thankful nod.
You remained quiet throughout the drive, almost like you were trying to piece together what could have happened to make your girlfriend that mad. You had known cc Walker to know that she wasn't so anger infused. You watched as CC remained motionless, blue red rimmed eyes taking in the night through the window, the wind whipping her blonde hair as the car drove.
Your heart suddenly felt conflicted. She was your girlfriend, and you trusted her with all your heart. Cc would never have done it without a fair reason.
The car ride was short and once at the walkers house Wyatt made his way out, moving to whisper something in his sisters ear before moving to press a kiss to her forehead, a sight that you weren't use to. Cc Walker was forever ruthless with her brother, Constantly making fun of him and belittling him, of course as lovingly as a sister could. but now you could see just how much CC Walker needed her brother.
Wyatt waved to you, saying goodnight before departing into the house.
You watched as CC moved to the drivers seat, remaining stoic and quiet, blue eyes moving to you, then the front seat beside her. "Aren't you going to sit? I don't bite" she playfully remarked. Only you didn't laugh, you couldn't find it in you too. Not when CC had chosen such a poor choice.
You remained quiet but chose to sit next to the girl, who looked relived that you did.
You didn't talk till you reached your house, the lights still off and your fathers truck out of sight. Leaving you to believe he was still out with his buddies. Cc turned you, hands still placed firmly on the wheel, blue eyes piercing holes into you. She looked almost annoyed, "Aren't you going to ask me what happened? Don't you want to know why I did why I did?"she was almost pleading with you.
It hurt you to even eye her red rimmed eyes. You could tell she was hurting. "I don't want to know CC" you let out, sighing and turning to her, a soft smile on your lips. "I really don't. I'm sure you had some justified reason" you mumbled out. Cc caught the implication, her blue eyes standing to attention, "and what does that mean? You think I didn't have a justifiable reason to sock her in the face?"
You blew out through your mouth, "cc can we talk tomorrow? I'm really tired and I would like to talk with you about this tomorrow-" you were about to tug open the door when CC's hand stopped yours, holding tightly.
"No! You don't get to leave! Because I did it for you!! I protected you like no one else does and you give me this!"
Cc was clutching into you fast, a look you've never seen on her face before. It was a wild type of look, a wild and rabid one. Like she was fighting some insane demons.
"You punched her for me? Oh really?? Cc!! Wake up!! You should know that you could have gone to jail! You could have gotten booked and had that on your permanent records!! Look-Cc-honey, I am glad that you felt the need to protect me. I truly am. But I am not happy nor do I condone the act of violence. I just don't-" and with that you got out of the car, leaving CC behind. You fished your keys out of your pockets, trying to find your house key. But it was then that you heard footsteps behind you. Frantic and loud.
"She called you a bitch! She made it seem like you were nothing but a piece of meat! Some slut that I date! But you aren't! You're my girlfriend and I love you! So I hit her! And I'm sorry it doesn't sit well with you but I did what I thought was right! After all you looked cozy with her when I saw you guys sitting there. You even let her get you a drink".
You hesitated, turning to CC, whose face was set in anger; her jaw slick and her nose flared.
You laughed sardonically, "so now you're pinning this on me?? Cc!! This stupid childish grudge you have toward Josephine needs to stop!! She was just helping me, I didn't even ask for the drink she gave one to me, and for the records do you think I am dumb enough that I would even drink it!"
Turning back to your door it was CC's words that made you halt.
"Yeah I think you are".
Hurt washed over you, you immediately met the blondes gaze. Her eyes cold and seeming to look you over, eying your lips and your cold cheeks that had become flushed from the cold.
"I think you are dumb if you can't even comprehend that what I did was out of love"
It was obvious that you both were not going to make any progress tonight.
"You think I was going to let her bad mouth you like that? Call you a slut? Ask how good you are in bed? Ask if you would eat her out? You think I would EVER let anyone else think about you like that?" Cc was close now, backing you against the door, her lips so close.
You could feel your heart race in your chest at how close she was, enough that you could count the flecks of blue in her Irises. Her breathe was tumbling out now, eying your soft skin beneath your neck, CC's lips aching to press against the skin and feel your pulse point beneath.
Cc remained confident as she eyed you, watching as you squirmed beneath her, her lips quirked up, "look at you, all pretty and all for me. I would never let anyone think of you the way she did...but me..." CC's eyes remained the same frost color blue, dialated and eying her with new hungry eyes.
"You wouldn't mind if I stayed a while would you? Helped you get ready for bed? Made sure the house was locked? Maybe tuck you in play with you under the sheets until I feel how soaked you are for me?".
You couldn't speak. Much less think of anything else but CC walked in your bed, touching you, panting on top of you like some wanton girl desperate for even an inch of you.
You only nodded.
Cc tutted her tongue, moving to rub beneath your jaw, her eyes watching your lips with such intensity it made your heart race and a second heart beat begin to pound underneath your jeans.
"I need words princess" she cooed, "do you want me to come in y/n? Do you want me to tuck you in all nice and pretty? Do you want me to make you a mess? My mess?"
You could feel your strength dissolving minute by minute, second by second, even as CC's fingers began to softly fall beneath your jeans, grabbing your waist and letting her fingers roam beneath your hot skin. Just the sensation alone was enough to cause you to blurt out, "fuck Cc please take me inside".
CC's eyes widened at the outburst. Her confident persona being lost for a second, you never swore. You were always sweet and kind, believed that that language was a way to express yourself rather than demean yourself.
"What?" She let out.
You were to far gone to even think about how whiny you just have looked, "CC take me inside and fuck me" you whined.
Cc stayed quiet for a moment before you reached for your keys, fumbling with them and opening the door and pulling CC in. Almost tripping on the dog bowls that laid near the entrance.
Cc caught you, her arms wrapping protectively over you. She was about to laugh when you shoved her so hard against the door, pounding on her and pulling her by her sweater, your lips immediately on hers, hands moving to grab her cheeks and run your fingers through her sweat soaked hair.
You could feel every sensation of CC's lips, even as CC remained still, careful not to touch you. As much as she loved okaying the confident girlfriend that was as far had her part would go. It was all up to you now.
You began to trail your lips against her jaw, down her neck, letting your tongue trace her hot skin and flick her ear, kissing it until CC began to let out soft gasps.
Your hand began to wander down to her jeans, your fingers sneakingly almost menacingly trailing against the frantic, rubbing just enough that CC's hips bucked, her cheeks flushed and mouth letting out a soft moan. "Oh fuck!"
You smiled victoriously before pulling her in for another kiss, this time allowing your tongue to meet her own and at the contact Cc began to gasp, pulling you in closer and beginning to take your top of, fingers moving to pull the fabric of.
You didn't mind, still kissing the girl like your life depended on it.
"What...what time does your dad get home?" Cc spoke, you sighed Against her lips, "not till eleven. Poker night" you managed to get out, pulling away just long enough that you lead her to your room, closing the door and locking it for a more secure measure.
Once alone in your room you watched as CC eyed you, her face stone still, eyes filled with arousal but also something else.
"We don't have to do anything-I-I mean I really want to but I-I don't want to make you feel like you have too! I was just playing confident out there but I really am not confident-" she began to ramble.
You were only focused on how cute she looked, sitting on the edge of your bed, cheeks flushed and blonde hair a while mess. Her tongue running a million miles a minute.
You moved so we're sitting on her lap, moving touch your foreheads together. Breathing in her scent.
"I want it. I want you. Please CC"
That was all it took. Once you both were out of your clothes CC began to pepper kisses all over your neck, relishing in the way you seemed to moan at just the way cc was on top of you, hips meeting yours.
"Take off your pants. I want to feel you against me" you managed to get out. Once Cc managed to get out of her clothes she settled against you, relishing in the feeling of your hot skin against yours, smooth and soft.
"I love you" she spoke, her eyes moving down to your chest, and you watched as her eyes lit up upon seeing your breasts.
"Oh fuck they're even more beautiful than I imagined" she let out, she moved to eye you, "can I-" you laughed, let out a giggle before nodding.
"Well they are yours so I wouldn't mind if-" your breathe caught in your throat as CC's tongue traced over your nipple, biting it before pulling. Her eyes closed and looking like she was in heaven. Just the feel of Cc'd mouth on you was enough for you to whine, your moans seeming to spurr the blonde on even more.
"Yeah...sing for me just like that baby girl" cc spoke. "You're doing so well for me, you're doing so well sitting and letting me play with you like a good girl. That's what you are aren't you love bug, a good girl".
It was at that moment that the familiar jingle of the door made its way through the vents and your eyes widened, CC's mouth halted, her blue eyes widening. "Your dads here".
Immediately Cc bolted upright, finding her clothes and with the strength of a madman began to fix her hair.
You yourself began putting on some pajamas and it was your dads voice that made you let out a laugh, "why is the dog food all over the floor?"
Cc immediately shushed you, "if your father finds me here I will never be able to come over again! I'll die and my mother will have to buy me a gravestone!"
You only laughed, "just be quiet cc.".
It was your dads voice that spoke again, nearly shaking CC to her core.
"Y/n you here??"
Once you replied you moved to CC, taking your hand in hers.
"Thank you. For protecting me. I'm sorry I got mad at you. I just- I believe you are capable of so much. And I didn't think you behaving that way was evidence of that".
Cc laughed, moving to leave a few kisses on your lips, "I'll always be there for you." It was when your dad began to knock on your door that cc immediately flew out of your window, leaving so quick you forgot she was even there.
It was only upon getting home that CC truly felt stupid. She had managed to get in undetected so far, but as soon as she was halfway down the hall the lights came on and cc sighed. Moving to eye her parents.
Her mother eyes her with serious eyes, "care to share where you were?".
Cc let out a laugh, "I dropped y/n off at her house. We had a fight so we talked things over".
It was only then that Wyatt came near, whispering in her ear.
Her shirt was inside out
Forgiveness. Never an easy topic, and never an easy decision to make. Cc use to joke that forgiveness was just one of those things that people talk about to make them sound like a god, like they had something so hard they deserved a trophy or some sort of accolade. Cc liked to think she was smart, not nearly as smart as her peers, but she probably should have known what had happened at the party wasn't going to magically disappear any time soon. Cc had a habit of treating events like these with the least amount of importance, which irked her family to no end and you as well.
After all you had stormed into her life with your perfect scholarly grades and basic human decency skills, which included living life and knowing that reality happened. Cc could still hear your voice, "wake up cc! You need to realize that this is reality and you can't just sweep your problems under the rug".
As always you had been one hundred percent true. After cc had made it home after dropping you of and maybe having a bit of a heart attack after your father magically appeared home also ruining her sexual fantasy she had made it home with a mind full of guilt and regret. Cc knew she should have handled Josephine differently. She should have acted with a sense of decorum, should have left with you and Wyatt in tow, having the confidence enough to walk away.
But she hadn't.
News got around fast and it was obvious that Wyatt had spilled the beans because the minute she had walked in her parents had been the first sight she saw. Cc had hung her head, watercolored eyes looking to the marble floor in remorse, but also with regret. After the whole fiasco that had happened during Christmas it was like Cc and her mom suddenly had a connection. Her mom was far less controlling, and in return Cc was more appreciative. It was the feeling of knowing she had let down her mom that seemed to shake her bones. Seemed to really make reality hit.
She was not a toddler making mistakes for the first time, nor could she pin the event of some crazy teenage outburst, because it was evident she had done it for a reason. Her parents had sat her down in the kitchen, watching as CC sat down begrudgingly, blue eyes rimmed red yet again for an entirely different reason. Her mother had surprised her, instead of telling her of or looking at her with cold eyes her mother had took CC's pale cheeks in her hands, cupping them like they were the most precious thing that ever was on the earth. Cc knew that, because she had seen her mother do the same very thing when Miles had been born, and she knew her mother loved her with all her heart. And that included her mistakes. "As a good mother should she holds room for all her children's mistakes".
It had taken her mother's warm soft cool brown eyes and her father's warm hand on her back and she had began crying. "I didn't mean to hit her...." Her mother bit her lip, moving to wipe some fresh tears from her face. "Wyatt explained what happened. We'd like to hear your story if that's ok with you sweetheart" her mother had said.
So cc told them everything. From the way jospohine had always acted toward her, this violent rage that resulted in clashing tensions during practice. She spoke of the way she had spoke about you, and how it had ached and twisted at her insides even the thought of anyone disrespecting you. She spoke of the taunts and the way Wyatt had crumbled at the cruel remark. She spoke of the way her body had feeezed as her hand made contact with Josphine's jaw. The utter and crippling pain that had passed through her fingers, every tendon and bone numb.
She spoke of you, and your utter devotion of making sure no charges were pressed, of your anger at her for not treating it like it was the big almost monstrous deal it was. She stopped there, not wanting her parents to know how the rage had quickly turned into hot mouths wandering and swear words mirrored with delicious moans that still made her head swoon.
Her mother had remained quiet for a moment, eyes meeting her daughters dimmed blues. Her mother had got up, rummaging through the medical cabinet in the walkers prestige white kitchen, pulling out a bottle of Colloidal silver, and with soft hands moved to take CC's injured hand in hers. Cc had winced as her mother went over the bruised red rimmed flesh, "you've always been my firecracker CC" she had began. "But I'm not mad at you, while I think you should have acted differently, I applaud you for your protectiveness over your brother and your girlfriend. That doesn't mean I can shield you from the consequences, you will have to face the music, but if it's any consolation we love you and nothing, nothing you could ever do would make us view you any differently".
Now maybe if you robbed a bank or went to jail for credit card fraud we'd have to have a serious talk" her mothers jestfull eyes loomed into hers and CC let the way her chest bubbled over with laughter take her.
The punishment hadn't been severe, no use of the car for the weekend, and sadly no visits from you. CC's mom had been the one to call you, her mother had taken a shine to you after she had saw how hard you had tried to get CC to study for a test. She loved how persistent yet encouraging you were. You had a bright and almost jovial spirit. And maybe she just liked seeing the way CC's eyes would light up and her smile would rise at the sight of you.
CC's in jail for the weekend" she had joked with you on the phone. "No communication outside her jail cell".
Cc had rolled her eyes playfully and had stabbed her fork into her sausage, acting like a petulant child as her mother hogged her girlfriend. Part of the rule had been no talking. Any normal teenager would have thought that as house arrest or abuse of some sort, but seeing as it was only two measly days Cc didn't mind. And apparently neither did you from the way you sang like a canary with her mother, talking about designer antique sets that would lovely with the white kitchen.
Wyatt had been a great help, a rock that cc relied upon. He had been by her side since she was born and she was just learning now how amazing he was. He spent the whole weekend with her, playing video games that were way too nerdy and even kicking the ball around outside.
"Are you nervous about what coach will say on Monday?" He had asked, holding the checkered ball in his hands, omitting the very one crucial rule of the game, no hands. But cc relented, watching her brothers flushed cheeks as he rolled the ball in his fingertips. Cc brought her water bottle to her lips, wiping some of the water off her chin, her blue eyes hesitant to answer. "I have this feeling that the minute I walk through those doors is the minute something bad will happen. Is that stupid?" She had asked.
Wyatt had looked at her with those soft brown eyes, a look of understanding in them. "You're asking me that question? No C, it's not crazy. It's very real, very practical, very logical. I would be very terrified if you weren't feeling like that".
"But what if I do kicked off the team? You saw the party Wyatt EVERYONE was there. It will be the talk of the week, maybe even the year".
Wyatt had brought his sisters close to him by her shoulders, head leaning close to hers enough for eyes to meet.
"If you kicked off the team...then that's the price you'll pay for being a total badass".
A smirk over took CC's features, her blonde hair waving in the wind, "it will hurt. I'll doubtless end up without a soccer career."
"You do realize that your career will not be impacted slightly by you not playing for a few months?"
Wyatt swiftly ran away from his sister, moving to miss the soccer all that was aimed at him.
Sunday came around and CC had found herself busy babysitting, and surprisingly she didn't mind one bit. It had started out as a quick errand, her mom was making roast for dinner and took one look at the spice rack and she was getting her purse. "Cc be a dear and watch miles for me, he needs his lunch. I have some peas and bananas for him in the fridge" her mother spoke frantically as she kissed CC's forehead out of habit. "Oh and don't forget he won't eat it if you don't feed him with the blue spoon, not the green one the blue- oh and he will need a diaper change after that-"
Cc had only nodded to her mother, a trick she had learned before eventually her mother was out the door, car zooming past the street. It had been a quiet Sunday afternoon at home, her father was out, with the band as usual, and Wyatt had gone out with Ariana, Cc begging him with soft eyes to "have fun for her".
So that had left CC at home with Miles, who sat on his high chair, blue watercolored eyes begging his sister to feed him. Cc only smiled as she brought the food out, making sure to get the blue spoon in the process. She eyed the container, even smelling the baby food, a surprise look on her face.
I can't believe you like that Miles, it's icky. Icky baby food" she spoke, moving to tickle mikes cheeks. He laughed in return, his babbles turning into his newly baby English, his cheeks flushed as he looked at his sister, "Ceeeeeee food!" He whined out.
Cc only shook her head playfully, moving to sit down next to his high chair and scoop out the baby food, bringing it to her brothers lips. Miles remained still, eying the blonde with expecting eyes. Almost like he knew something was missing.
"Aren't you going to eat it?" Cc spoke, trying again.
Miles only eyed his sister, seeming to find it humorous as CC's eyebrows raised. "Come on miles! You gotta eat! Mom will be mad if I just let you go".
It was only then that Miles began to babble, his little chubby fingers hitting the high hair, "Ceeee go Zooom!" He babbled.
And suddenly it became apparent what he wanted. So cc doing her big sister duties began making the spoon fly and and zoom past the kitchen before landing in mikes mouth.
"Flight 456 you have docked" she out on her best host voice. Miles laughed, now eating the food. Cc sighed, moving to wipe his mouth. And it was only then that the house phone began to ring. With a sigh cc picked it up, holding it to her shoulder as she fed miles.
"Walker residence. Cc speaking" she began.
"Is it bad if I called just to see if you would pick up?" Your familiar voice filled her ears.
Cc couldn't help the large smile that filled her face, after just a single day of no communication after leaving you in a rushed frantic, while also walking home with the stinging way her body felt under your touch, your voice was very much welcomed.
"I thought my mom said you couldn't call me" cc began, eyes watching as miles eyed her as he sucked on the spoon.
I know I know, it's just-I missed you. After the way you left on Friday, it was hard to get you out of my head" was your response. Which had been true. There was no way you could get the image of CC Walker, face flushed and backing you into your door, her hot mouth leaving kisses down your neck. You had wished your father had been ten minutes late.
Cc felt her cheeks flush, her stomach filled with the white heat of arousal as she pictured how you looked when she left, face flushed and neck littered with fresh hickeys.
" I didn't want to leave, trust me I would have taken you right there on your floor for your father to hear but...it didn't seem right. It felt rushed. When we do cross that line I want it to be slow. I want to take my time with you".
You flushed, feeling your face get hot. You looked a sight with your head on your pillow and phone against your ear, the direct definition of love sick.
"Oh trust me CC the feelings mutual".
It was the loud babbling through the phone that caught your ear, a small smile forming. "Is miles with you?".
At that Miles began to babble again, this time angrily as his sister had stopped feeding him, distracted.
"Okay! Okay! Geez kid" cc spoke.
You laughed, "he's impatient...like someone I know" you teased.
Cc could feel the beefy change as the line was quiet before your soft voice, "you nervous about tomorrow? I know coach said she wanted to see you in the morning".
Cc sighed, breathing out a sigh. Blue eyes tired. "I'm starting to wish we never went to that party. I'm going to kicked off the team y/n, I just know it. I feel it in my bones".
"Maybe that's not such a bad thing. And before you go off on me...this is a good consequence for you. Next time you'll remember your actions. Right cc bear?".
The nickname made her cheeks flush, "ok mom" she shot back.
You didn't know what got into to you, maybe it was the fact that you had spent your weekend with thoughts of Cc but the words were out before you could stop them. You wanted to tease her, make her twist in her seat, just a little.
"Oh but don't you mean mommy?"
Cc nearly dropped the baby food, eyes wide and heart pounding. "Need I remind you a child is near" she began. Causing you to giggle.
You laughed, "well I have to go, dads home. But I just wanted to call you and tell you I love you. I'll be there tomorrow at school if you need to decompress...in the girls bathroom, I'll wear my best skirt. But seriously CC, I'm always there for you. I know how much soccer means to you, so if you need me to come and sit with you or cry with you or laugh with you...I'm there. I'll see you tomorrow cutie bear." And like that the line was dead.
Cc remained gobsmacked, "your aunt is really pushing it kid" she spoke.
The minute Monday morning arrived was the minute that CC began to feel the impending doom. She thought of faking an illness, maybe a sore throat, a cough, but then she remembered your voice. The encouraging way you had spoken to her over the phone. Trusting her, having faith in her that she would face the consequences. That she was strong enough to.
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Just wanted to pop on here and say I absolutely love your writing, and I know you are very selective with what you write so I thought I would ask. I don’t know if you would be willing to write CC Walker x fem reader (from family switch). If not then no worries but I just thought I would ask. Happy holidays if you celebrate it ❤️-🇬🇧
happy holidays nonnie! and thank you for the ask, but unfortunately i haven’t seen family switch so i can’t do this ask ♡
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Known: Hunters
A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction
Featuring: Dean Winchester x Female OC, Dean Winchester x Demon!Reader
Series Masterlist
A/N: With respect to my readers’ devotion to the show and its story lines, I have included dates relevant to air dates for reference points. I try not to repeat information you already know, but please ask if something doesn’t make sense! xoxo Stu
Warnings: Physical and Emotional Torture, captivity, blood, demons, Hell, Leviathans, show level violence, Slow Burn. More warnings to come. Each chapter will have its own warnings.
Earth Date: November 7, 2011
Location: Rock Port, Missouri
There were things she had seen that could make a military general shit his tighty whities, but never had Chloe Collins seen the unparalleled shift from one being into another. Werewolves, Skin-Walkers and Shifters, none phased that seamlessly. The man took one look at Reynolds, a burly backroad hunter, and instantly took him down with a sleeper hold. And then he WAS Reynolds: voice, gait, everything a complete replica.
“Ah, come on CC, you know he’d been dying for a taste,” the thing looked down at her partner on the case and stepped pointedly on to his neck. “I guess he died for me to have a taste.” Her stomach lurched as it approached her.
Things started falling into place in the panicked walls of her mind. The weird economic booms, the smarmy politicians and their inspirational press conferences. The fact that civilians kept getting dumber by the day. These things were behind it, she wasn’t sure how or why, but there were too many coincidences to ignore it now. Chloe braced herself to square off with an attacker that had half of a foot and fifty pounds on her.
‘Another fucking Apocalypse’, she internally cursed. The unnamed beast reeled back, and its neck opened to reveal rows of teeth and a putrid tongue. Chloe stabbed with all her strength, her signature ceremonial dagger sank into its chest. It swung back, unaffected by the wound. She jumped back, trying to shake off the blow to her head, the one-of-a-kind weapon lodged in the beast’s torso. As she grabbed for the pistol in the waistband of her jeans, deep voices called for her to duck. Surprisingly, she listened, leaving the vision of Sam Winchester a clear shot to douse her attacker with a healthy cascade of industrial cleaner before Dean removed its head.
She had died, this was it. She died with the idiotic hope of a rescue; her memories threw some unexpected pair to her thoughts as her brain started to short circuit. CC closed her eyes and smirked at the way phantom-memory Dean’s lips had curled as he sliced through that black-oozing-shifter with a solid machete stroke. ‘Yeah, at least I wasn’t the only one who went down swinging,’ CC thought as she fell unconscious.
The familiar weight of an old quilt pinned her to the bed. A musty pillow case cooled her cheek as she rolled over, ignoring the world around her until the last moments of her consciousness slammed into focus. Chloe sat up, scrambling for her dagger and her gun. They were waiting for her, cleaned and within arm’s reach on the nightstand. The worn wooden floor led to a large open cabin where her rescuers were casually watching soap operas. It was all too neat and so glaringly wrong at the same time.
The super-shifters had been throwing the Winchesters under the bus for the most public and absurd crimes. They wouldn’t keep her alive, unless they needed her. She tried to justify their use of dead hunters’ faces for their vendetta, but it only resumed the throbbing in her skull. She fell back on the bed, the old mattress bouncing enough to draw the well-trained ears of the man-shaped beasts across the room. She had her weapons in her hands and perched on her knees as Sam stood to approach her.
He raised his massive hands in surrender, “CC, hey, it’s okay. It’s us.”
“Sure, it’s you,” she snarled. “Weird place for a couple of mass murders to be hiding out. Whose place is this? Why are you wearing my friends?”
“Chloe,” Dean’s deep voice caused her to blink, his hands mirrored Sam’s. The concern and honesty defying her fighter’s instincts. “Come on, sweetheart. We’re not Leviathan. Those sonofabitches are really bad for business,” his voice trailed off to Sam, who only shrugged.
Dean stepped closer and she cocked the hammer. “Why would we gift wrap your weapons if we were monsters?”
“Obviously they don’t do much to you, but all I need is to slow you down.” She threw her knife square at Sam’s chest, he barely spun in time, as Dean charged her gun hand. He shoved her hand up. CC got one shot off through the ceiling before Dean fell hard against her atop the bed, wrenching her arm back forcing her to finally drop the weapon.
“It’s us, CC, I swear. Let us show you, please?” Dean’s voice was tired, the last word said on a whisper. Sam stood back, playing with her knife between his long fingers, admiring the runes. His brow was pinched and his chin out, not sure what to say to make her see them in a better light. She nodded, frustration and confusion winning over their insistence.
The man rolled off her, letting her hold her weapon as they talked. Her eyes kept moving, checking the windows and furniture for quick escapes. Something she couldn’t shake was how he even smelled like Dean. They dosed themselves with her Holy Water, salted each other and even cut themselves with both the silver and iron edges of her treasured blade. Their final test was new, they assured her that it was for them, the Leviathan, and nothing happened once Sam and then Dean sprinkled a type of detergent over their opposite hands.
“Okay?” Sam offered, his big puppy dog eyes waiting for her to process it all. She shrugged, holding her gun over the pillow clutched to her chest.
“To answer your question, this was one of Rufus’ safehouses. Bobby brought us here once and when we had to go deep cover--” Dean leaned with his elbows on his knees, trying to remember the last time he had seen her. The past few years had been such a whirlwind, he had barely kept his head up for air.
“Wait, Chloe, let’s say we’re not Sam and Dean, or at least the Sam and Dean you know—”
“Sammy?” Dean’s groaned, rubbing his eyebrows.
“No, Dean, listen. Chloe, why is it so hard for you to believe us?”
She looked at Sam through squinted eyes, his soft tone just like the one he would use on victims’ families. Wary, yet not as distrustful as the first few minutes of their conversation, “because the Sam and Dean I know, are dead. They died stopping Lucifer and the Angels from frying the planet.”
That got their attention, Dean and Sam shared a look, Sam’s eyes brightening with the turn of events.
“Who told you that?” Dean’s voice was brass, obvious with disbelief.
“Bobby Singer.” Chloe spat, her head rolling a little with her certainty. Dean laughed, while Sam paused, but thought it out. She continued, “he said Sam had taken Michael and the Devil to hell himself and Dean—”
“And Dean what?” Sam drew a chair from the breakfast table and sat backwards on it, listening intently.
“was gone,” she finished on a rattled breath.
The brothers shared another look, while the woman stared at them, really and truly taking them in. They had aged, Sam was leaner, Dean’s eyes more lined. Monsters would have taken them as they were, not able to replicate something as unique and unpredictable as human mortality. “Well, it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth, sweetheart.”
“I was in Hell, but got brought back,” Sam started, letting it sink in.
“And I left hunting, or tried to, had a bit of a domestic hiatus, you could say.” Dean shrugged, the softness of his smile warming the thick block of ice that had settled in her stomach.
“But, why didn’t Bobby tell me?” Chloe countered, trying to out logic their explanations.
“Bobby kind of has a soft spot for us, I think he wanted Dean to have a normal life and, well, I spent a year without a soul. He was protecting his own.” Sam offered, an apologetic grimace on his face.
“Yeah, let’s just be grateful you didn’t meet that Sam. Him, you wouldn’t have believed.” Dean muttered, getting up with a soft pat on CC’s knee. He went to the fridge for a beer.
“Dude!” Sam chastised him. “What is it 10 a.m.?”
“You want one?” Dean offered to Chloe, ignoring his brother’s judgement.
“Got anything stronger?”
“You know it.”
Earth Date: January 13, 2012
Location: Hell, A Never-Ending Hallway
This was worse because it was all an illusion. There was no end in sight, just enough progress to keep that minuscule drop of hope alive. You had to hand it to the king, this was a much more effective and hands-free form of torture. You patrolled the corridor, eyeing the prisoners, souls in every hue and stage of damnation. Your scaled flesh caused many to shudder as you approached; showing your true form was cathartic now. The years as one of the tortured long behind you as you suffered alongside the helpless masses as one of the enforcers.
It was still Hell, but it had grown on you.
Earth Date: August 20, 2012
Location: Odell, Oregon
The call rang on until the clipped voicemail message greeted Chloe, again. She angrily ended the call, biting back the curses at the stubborn man. If the phone had been ditched, it would have gone to voicemail instantly, or to an outdated disconnected message. No, Sam had kept his phone charged and on, he was just choosing to ignore her calls. They had never been close, but his blatant disregard ruffled her sense of mutual respect held amongst hunters. He needed a good head smack. Among other things.
What would Dean say about his little brother’s lack of manners? God only knows, Chloe thought as the familiar clutch of grief writhed within her chest.
Earth Date: February 25, 2013
Location: Lebanon, Kansas
“No.”
“Please? Just close your eyes, it’s a surprise.” Dean’s eyes widened, looking like a hopeful third-grader instead of a middle-aged scruff covered hunter. Chloe crossed her arms and shook her head. “Just turn off the huntress-ness, for like three seconds. Help a guy out here?”
“You’re not as cute as you think you are,” she muttered, closing her eyes dramatically as Dean rushed to slip the ornate key into the large metal door. She held out her hand and cleared her throat, expectantly. Sam chuckled beside her and she elbowed him. A warm calloused hand took hers, while the other gathered her at the small of her back.
“Alright, CC, welcome to our new place,” Dean, both proud and excited. She gaped, her mouth open in genuine shock. She looked at Sam, who seemed sick as a dog and then back to Dean who was grinning like a fool. Sam just shook his head, his hair fluttering as the door closed behind him.
“Ready for that tour?”
“Why are you even on this side of the country?” Sam asked as they waited for Dean to bring out their plates. He had insisted on playing host, another surprise for Chloe or just general hospitality from a man who had never had a permanent home? It was quite the coin toss.
“Honestly?” Chloe sighed, resting her feet on the chair next to her at the library table. “A cryptic message from Garth and boredom. Been trying to stay off the ol’ Angel radar, because, no thanks.”
Sam nodded, holding up his hands half in a shrug, half in dismay, “Yeah, tell me about it. Unfortunately, we don’t have that sort of luck.”
“Or good sense,” she added, giving Sam her questioning eyebrow.
“Fair enough. But, uh, you look good, everything going okay otherwise?” Sam cleared his throat, changing the subject from the Winchesters’ poor life choices. Chloe let it slide, ignoring the compliment and sidestep with a generous swig of her beer. She nodded, but before she could reply an exuberant Dean burst from the kitchen with two plates overflowing with homemade potato wedges and bacon cheeseburgers.
“Oh, he cooks too? I’ll take three, please,” she cooed underneath her breath, knowing full well Sam heard her. They ate quickly with large gulps surrounded by appreciative groans. The burgers were mouthwatering, and the fries seasoned to perfection. As Chloe played with the last of the ketchup on her plate, the boys debated their next move. Lots of big talk about Gates of Hell and Trials, she got the distinct impression that Dean was not so pleased with Sam bearing the brunt of the upcoming uncertainty. The Winchesters had always been on a higher echelon of hunters than CC or even most she had ever worked with. But this was big, after everything they had already done, she wondered if their mission had become another crusade. Perhaps that drive is what made them great, perhaps it is what cost them a majority of their friends and all of their family.
It was most definitely the thing that drew her to them since they saved her from that Leviathan. And it was the second most terrifying thing about them that left her questioning her sanity.
Earth Date: March 30, 2013 (Just before the episode Taxi Driver)
Location: Hell, Outside Bobby Singer’s cell
“You’re certain?” You asked the guard in a demonic dialect before peeking through the decorative metal inlay of the unlocked door, having grown over the years, your height allowed you easy access to loom around the bend.
“Everyday. They send someone in with a glamor to confuse the old coot. It’s always one of two brothers. Sam Winchester,” the growl in her voice broke off into a purr. There was still much trepidation over the true vessel of Lucifer, even demons had their kinks. “Or Dean.”
A name that had been barely a rumor over the last centuries, especially the years since the fall of Lucifer’s acolytes Azazel and Lilith and the rise of Crowley. Yet a name you would never forget. The king was a known consort of all manner of beings, from heaven to the scum of humanity. But to have a version of Dean Winchester in Hell where you could see him again? The prospect was overwhelming, even if it was a torment-intended simulation. You hurried back down the row of high priority souls, prisoners that had been won or stolen from Heaven. Souls that had done the most damage to the armies of Hell during their living years. Their pain resonated through the stone walls, sickly sweet.
Over the following months you left your patrols earlier and earlier, escaping to the dungeon that housed the humanly mentor of the man that had irreparably changed you. And each day you watched the various exchanges, smooth and cavalier Dean attempting to rescue Bobby Singer, desperate demonic Dean thirsty to spill the old man’s blood or broken and sobbing Dean begging Bobby to end him. If you weren’t so biased, the Sam illusions would have been equally as moving, Demon-blood strengthened Sam claiming he had found his true family, a preteen Sam begging Bobby to teach him how to shoot only to have his eyes darken and turn on his teacher or a Red-Eyed Sam, a poor rendition of Lucifer, but effective against the soft insides of their paternal figure.
You learned much in your time watching the torture of Robert Singer. He was an impressive soul, even after decades of torture he routinely told the imposters to stick it where the sun didn’t shine. Like any parent, he had a favorite, no matter how he tried to hide it. He preferred Dean, but that was because he saw his own emotional vulnerability in the young hunter. Sam was more like John, with whom Bobby routinely butted heads. His love ran deep, no matter who was favored or understood best. Which was why it was so easy to maintain the doubleganger inflicted agony. And your misery loved their company.
One evening, having missed a turn due to overly flustered messenger demons, you were later than normal to escape your duties and relish in the vision of Dean. The King was not pleased and therefore everyone worked to keep their heads down, patrols were increased, any charge was overly-minded. When you rounded the corner, one of the Sam Winchester doubles was barking at the soul of Bobby Singer and another was screaming that the other was not real. Well this was a twist, but then you saw them, bodies of your fallen brethren zapped from their human meatsuits. It was the real Sam Winchester, as you watched the hunter and the old man run away, you stood frozen. There was no way to salvage this without going toe-to-toe with Lucifer’s vessel who was also the only being Dean would do anything for. You let them go, hiding in the shadows, knowing there was something brewing above.
With the loss of your daily reminder of him from Bobby’s enforcers, your hunger for Dean only intensified.
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Not much a writer but I wrote this about CC Walker and I thought you’d like it(: CC Walker is definitely a girl kisser🤭
The second time you lay eyes on Cc Walker it’s an accident. You’re clutching your book bag tightly in your hand, your mind going a million miles a minute. You had just taken your midterm for English had spent months studying, even going so far as having your little brother quiz you. You were tired and beyond ready to get home. Your mind was hazy and ready to let go of all the struggle of the day. You probably should have looked up, at least long enough to realize you were on the school’s soccer field.
You remember feeling the impact on your head first, then the fear kicking in as your body began tilting on its axis before you met the cold watered grass of the field. You gritted your teeth, clutching your head as the pain began to consume your bones. You cursed yourself, stupid, how stupid were you that you didn’t even recognize were you were?
It was then that you felt a body near you, frantic breathes heaving out even as they crouched down to eye you, “oh my god are you ok? Wait…just stay down a minute” The voice was in between frantic and concern and you willed yourself to eye the person.
It was then that your nerves got a whole lot worse. You practically jumped ten feet just eying the girl. Cc Walker remained glued to your side, her blonde ashy hair stuck to her perspiring forehead. Her blue water colored eyes remained focused on you, and you immediately forced your body to get up, using your weight to pull yourself up.
Your heart was racing, fast and loud in your ears. Images of the first day of middle school came back to your mind, replaying like some horrible film you couldn’t get rid of. It had been your first day and you had been eager to start new adventures, broaden your academic adventures and of course your mother was more than proud when you had been willing to get over your anxiety and nerves to try out for the girls soccer team.
It was obvious from just looking at you that you were not the soccer type. You were smaller than the other girls, yes you were more inclined on the academic side, you were captain of the chess team in eighth grade and co-captain of the debate club. You couldn’t help who you were, you loved anything that trained your brain, forced it to grow and learn. Which was what lead you to try out.
You had failed. Miserably. The coach had been nice enough, letting you take your time as she placed the ball in front of you, maybe it was the way the girl’s eyed you from the sidelines that caused shame to build in you. These girls were tall and fast. They could put pass you anytime. But it was the girl with azure color eyes and ashy blonde hair that had gave you a soft smile. You could still remember it. Even replaying in your mind you could still see a younger more middle school CC Walker with her blue soccer jersey filled with grime and her ashy hair set in a ponytail. She had been on the bench, eying you with eyes way too focused to be simply watching because she had to. No, the way she eyed you, with concentration and something else you couldn’t place had somehow calmed your nerves.
She smiled at you, an encouraging smile that somehow gained you enough courage to breathe and kick the ball. If you failed you failed. You could at least say you were courageous enough to broaden your knowledge on the soccer field.
You had breathed and kicked back your heel, letting it loose. You were never quite the good aimer. Your limbs weren’t use to the ways of soccer, you were ungraceful and awkward. It was safe to say the ball had not landed in the goal. It flew around the girls, landing near the bleachers, causing the girls to scream and flinch back.
You had sagged your shoulders, feeling your confidence lessen. You didn’t cry, though you wanted to. You really did. You had simply moved and sat by yourself on the bench. Forcing yourself to watch all the other girls play. Practice was over quick and before you could even tie your shoelaces, which were undone yet just another evidence of your unkempt nature.
It was while you were tying your shoe that a person had stepped in front of you. There Kleets were disastrous, mud mucked all over. But it was then that you saw a name smudged in chicken scratch hand writing on the edges of the kleet. Cc Walker.
You moved your eyes to meet the girl. She smiled politely down at you, “I just wanted to say I think you were pretty great out there. It’s not easy playing with the other girls.” The blondes blue eyes were focused on everything but you. Her eyes bouncing from the bench to the grass bellow your feet.
Her cheeks were flushed, her hands playing with her jersey.
“I guess all I’m saying is great job.” And like that she had fled.
Cold hands were around your waist now causing your memories to fade and you immediately met face to face with CC Walker. She was taller now, lean. From the work she had put in at practice. She was eying you with soft eyes, her lips moving. She was repeating something to you.
And it was only then that you realized what. Your name. Your cheeks flushed, and you immediately flew out of her touch, watching her take a step back from the sudden flinch.
She waited till you got your bearings before she spoke. Her eyes laced with concern. “You looked like you banged your head hard there” she whispered.
You shook your head, even though it burned and seethed. “I’m fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to worry Walker”.
At the mention of her name her lips quirked up into a smile, a dashing smile that made your knees weak.
“Glad to see you remember my name Y/n” her tone was cocky, and it made your head spin.
Your dizzy ness must have shown because she was by you in an instant. Hands around your waist, you could vaguely hear her talk to the coach before she was helping you walk to the nurses office.
It was odd having CC watch as the nurse flew a flashlight in your eyes, it was odd how Focused the girl seemed. Her eyes following everything the nurse did. It was almost cute the way she hovered. Like she was worried.
“Well Miss y/n it looks like you achieved a grade one concussion just standing doing nothing” the nurse chimed, and you were about to ask just what that was when the blonde spoke. Her voice serious and steady.
“Are they minor?”
The nurse immediately moved her eyes to CC, eying her posture and her body language. “Oh I assure you sweetheart these are very minor. She’ll be back to watching you play your games in a jiffy.”
CC’s cheeks flushed.
She walked you to your car, a peaceful silence between you. It was only till you spoke that she eyed you like a lost puppy.
“Thank you for helping me to the nurse office Cc”
She smiled again,her eyes nervous, “look I’m not sure if you remember me. But you tried out for soccer a few years ago, and you were-“
“A klutz?” You offered.
CC’s blue eyes widened, “no..no you were amazing. I mean you didn’t actually make a goal or anything but- why stuck out about you was your willingness to try. This might be me being forward, and if it is just- just ignore it but-I think you’re the most attractive girl that I have ever hit with a soccer ball”. The remark was said so charmingly that you laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up.
You eyed CC, “is that the truth Walker? Cause I hear your quite the girl kisser” you teased. Your breathe an inch away from hers. Cc watched your lips with her eyes, her tongue moving to lick her lips. Her eyes were hooded and downcast. “No” she confessed. “I’ve had my eye on you since eighth grade. Why else do you think Wyatt joined debate club?”-🇬🇧
Thoughts? Did I characterize her well? ❤️
That was good! I loved it so much! I was looking for a CC Walker x reader too and was about to write one. You characterized her well and also I liked the ending where she sent Wyatt to basically spy on you! It was amazing and I'm glad you shared it to me!
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Now I am more interested in the g!p headcannons for CC Bog 😂😂 got anything else you’d like to share with me? ❤️🤭
IF THIS GETS DELETED ONE MKRE TIME IM CRYING. I originally wrote these at 11 am today smh.
Cc would probably be very experimental. She loves trying new things (that she usually sees in porn)
I think the farthest she would go with that is breath play… but she would get too nervous the second the time comes and it wouldn’t actually happen.
Cc doesn’t want any kids of her own EVER so she doesn’t have sex with r if she doesn’t have condoms.
She gets super turned on from porn that surrounds a breeding kink but that shit is not for her to try in real life.
Girlie doesn’t know where the clit is
She’s pretty vanilla since she doesn’t know how to ask r to try anything else.
When she did get enough courage to ask, she asked r to peg her since she thought it would feel good… it didn’t since she wouldn’t loosen up.
She doesn’t have a big dick, I mean it’s pretty small but she can use that thing.
She used to masturbate on calls to rs voice before they got into a relationship.
During her first time with r literally nobody came since she couldn’t find the right spots to hit.
We love our awkward girlll
#eggsub thoughts#ask#cc walker x reader#cc walker#emma myers#emma myers x reader#Emma Myers x yn#Emma Myers x fem r#Emma Myers x fem reader
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The Soccer Star and the Bookworm (Cc Walker Headcannons)
Pairing: Cc Walker x fem nerd Reader
Authors note: I have so many ideas in my head for my favorite Football Girlie, but not enough time to write them all down as detailed and perfect as I would like 🤣 at the moment I am currently working on many AGGGTM ficts, so this for the anon who specifically requested the Cc Walker fic in my inbox. I am still working on your request, but I felt bad for not doing anything for Cc in a good while. So I hope this holds you till the Cc Walker fic is released. 🫶
CC Walker, the soccer prodigy, and you, the quiet bookworm, couldn’t be more different. She’s all about goals and adrenaline, while you’re lost in the pages of your favorite novels, scholarly in a way that makes CC’s interest peak. You meet at the school library, where she stumbles upon you engrossed in a thick fantasy novel. She’s intrigued by your passion for words, and you’re fascinated by her athletic prowess.
CC starts leaving little notes in your books, encouraging you to keep reading. She even recommends soccer-themed novels, which you find endearing.
Once CC realizes how much you mean to her, she becomes fiercely protective. Your not a nerd by definition, you don’t have the attributes of the stereotype “nerd” you don’t have near sighted glasses or braces the size of Texas, and even if you did Cc wouldn’t care. But you were smart, the kind of smart that was clever and would often involve others to be envious of you. When bullies target you for being a nerd, CC steps in. Her glare alone is enough to send them scurrying. She’s not afraid to use her soccer skills to defend you either—she once kicked a soccer ball right into a bully’s backpack!
She insists on walking you home after school, even though your house is in the opposite direction. “Safety first,” she says, taking your hand in hers and you secretly love it.
CC may be a sports star, but she’s also surprisingly diligent when it comes to helping you study. She sits with you at the library, quizzing you on history dates and scientific theories. She loves watching your eyebrows crease and your lips move in concentration.
She’s patient, explaining concepts with soccer analogies. “Think of electrons as players passing the ball,” she says, and suddenly, chemistry makes sense.
When you’re exhausted, she insists on taking you out for ice cream. She knows the best flavors for stress relief.
CC secretly loves your nerdy quirks. She finds your enthusiasm for trivia nights adorable, and she’s genuinely interested in your latest coding project.
She surprises you with tickets to a soccer game, and you surprise her with a rare first-edition book. It’s a beautiful balance of interests.
CC’s friends tease her about her “nerdy girlfriend,” but she just grins and says, “she’s my nerdy girl”.
CC’s definitely one for after school makeouts. What can she say is a teenage girl after all. She loves hovering over you, kissing your lips with a feverish hunger. CC’s soft, yet firm in the way she holds you close, her tongue unforgiving in the way she traces the soft skin of your neck, she enjoys watching you squirm. “Sensitive already sweet girl?” She grins, cobalt eyes dark, lips red from your cherry lipgloss. “Don’t worry” she coos soft in your ear, “I promise I’ll be soft”. You don’t want her to be soft. Not really. (Had to thrown in a steamy thought…I had to)
#short but sweet#cc walker x fem reader#cc walker x reader#cc walker#emma myers x reader#emma myers#family switch
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Ok I don’t know if anyone else noticed this, but when they all switch bodies back there’s a part where CC is literally bouncing on her toes like a child in a candy store…I’m sorry but that literally Enid Sinclair😂😂😭 when I saw that part I was like, “Emma your Enid is showing” 😭 I actually wrote this because I think CC would be the definition of a golden retriever. She’s the best girlfriend you can possibly want. She’s kind and soft, but she can still be a bit overprotective. I mean have you seen her mother? It just a in her naturally to be aware of the people she loves and her surroundings.
Imagine your at a party with her and your not much of a party person, you had told CC you were a bit nervous and she had promised you that you guys would leave early in. Your there sitting next to Wyatt listening to him talk about one of his Pokémon cards and suddenly you feel someone behind it. It’s a girl you’ve never seen before. She’s pretty, but ultimately you back away.
“I saw you from across the room, you looked kinda bored want to dance?” The girl looks nervous and a bit awkward and you laugh, “that’s really sweet of you but I have a-“
You immediately feel the all to familiar feeling of CC’s fingers twirl against your belt loops of your jeans, bringing you closer together. You don’t have to look to know she’s behind you, resting her chin against your cheek, arms wrapped warmly around you.
“How’s the party treating you sweet girl?” She’d coo at you, her tone oh so saccharine it makes your stomach twirl.
The girl gets wide eyes, and you don’t think it helps that CC is eying her with cold eyes.
“Sorry, I didn’t know know you were CC Walkers girl” she comments, “sorry” she ducks away CC glowering at her the whole way.
“I think we’ve had enough of people” you hear CC say, she’s still holding you close, her breathe against you ear, her lips closing in on your temples, pressing soft kisses.
“And what would we do?” You question as you turn in her arms.
Cc moves in to kiss your forehead, ever the romantic.
She’s close now, blue cobalt eyes making your heart beat faster. There’s mischief in her eyes. You’ve known cc to long to not know what’s on her mind. She comes close again, pressing another kiss to the bridge of your nose. She leans in close, her voice against your ear.
“Roses are red, your underwear is lace, take them off and sit on my face.”
Your eyes widen, and you struggle to make eye contact with the girl.
“Cc Walker!” You hiss.
😭 didn’t mean for that to turn into a small fic 😂❤️❤️
Wait… @thequilandpaperwriter is that you???
And holy shit I totally agree with the golden retriever thing. I mean she was definitely one in a past life.
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New Character I'm writing for
I watched Family Switch as soon as it came out and I am GOING to write for CC Walker!!!
Send your requests in <3
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started: 2/26/2024 (works will appear when completed) Bio: Writer for more than Seven years now, 19. Updates will vary depending on when I have time as I am in Uni full time. Requests are welcome! I will try to fill them when I can. All characters are aged up for 18+ content🫶
This is Mainly a sapphic blog dedicated to a few of my favorite characters, while I will write for a few male characters please don’t take offense if I write more for the ladies of AGGGTM. I will take some prompts for Ravi and Sal, but I will not be writing in copious amounts. That might change drastically when the show comes out. I adore Ravi and he is a favorite character of mine, so please send in ideas.I can’t promise they will be written but send them in nonetheless. 🫶
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Guardian instinct (Whispers of Tiny feet AU)
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Open the door won’t you open the door? MDI 18+
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When everything’s made to be broken I want you to know who I am (1k Drabble)
Family switch
cc Walker
Jealousy of mine 18+ MDI
The soccer star and bookworm (cc Walker x fem reader headcannon)
Enid Sinclair
Working on it
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A heartfelt dinner with THE Rachel Price
What was I made for? (Maybe you?) Pt 1
What was I made for? (Maybe you?) pt 2 (drafting process)
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hii I adored ‘jealousy of mine’ and wanted to request something for cc walker!! something where she’s been talking to reader for a while but she’s scared for her parents to find out thats she likes her so at home she tells her parents that reader is rude and talks crap abt her. so obvi when they switch ccs mom doesn’t know the truth and reader tries talking to cc at school shes confused as to why cc is being rude to her. and then whatever else u think would fit!!
For this sweet anon who requested this weeks ago I am happy to say I am finishing this up!! Expect it soon! Apologies for the delay. I hope you will enjoy it! I also am working on jealously mine part two but it is far from ready to see the light of day. 🤐keep an eye on this space!
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To the anon that requested the CC fic….I have been working on it and it is almost finished!
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ALL FAMILY SWITCH
STORIES
CC X Reader
A Date with CC Walker
HEADCANONS
CC Walker (1)
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