Request- i was wondering if you can do a cc walker x male reader if that is in your character list you want
Your girlfriend is holding your hand and she is happy to be with you. You take her to the park to be alone with her and just have a good time. You and CC put the bags on the grass near the soccer field. She takes out her soccer ball and she is smiling at you.
“Are you ready?” CC asked
“For you to lose me, yeah I'm ready” You joked
She rolled her eyes and giggled.
“Whatever, babe. Just don't cry when you lose” CC said
You followed her into the field. You and CC face each other then she kicks the ball and starts to run, now you run after her. You managed to take the ball away from her, but she quickly got it back and runs faster towards the goal. She kicked the ball hard and she got a point, she started to cheer.
“Ready to give up?” CC cheerfully asked
“We are just getting started, babe” You smiled
This time you got the ball, she tried to get the ball away from you but you kicked the ball between her legs. She quickly turns and runs faster then she slides and kicks the ball away from you. You run after the ball and you started to run faster than kicked you the ball and got the point. You smiled at her and you cheered.
“Now it's a tie,” You said
You and CC continued to play for a while. She won by two more points, then you and CC stopped playing. You sit with your girlfriend under a tree for shade and she has her leg on top of your leg, you drink your sport drink.
“That was fun,” CC said
“It was,” You smiled
She kissed you and you smiled at her.
“I have a soccer game but at the other school. Can you make it? My parents can give you a ride. I really want you to be there, babe” CC said
“Yeah, I will be there,” You said
“Yay!” CC smiled
She kissed you again then you kissed her back. You and CC just relax under the tree and started to eat snacks. She starts to talk about her family then she asks about your family.
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Your girlfriend’s family picked you up, they support the relationship. CC had to travel with the team and her father is driving the car. Her parents are asking you questions and the conversation is going great. CC sent you a text and you hold in your laughter.
CC- if my dad starts to sing, open the car door and roll.
You- lol 😆. Actually, I’m going to join your dad’s band, he is a good singer
CC- you better be joking, Y/N Y/L/N
You- I’m not joking. I think I can play the drums
CC- omg
You- lol.
CC saw her family and you walking towards the field. She couldn't stop smiling and you went to say hi before the game starts.
“Like my jeresy? Do you think I could get her to sign my card?” You smiled
You have on a custom made jeresy with her name and number. She kissed your cheek
“Yeah, I think she will sign your card. I'm so glad you are here, babe. Please don't join my dad’s band” CC giggled
“Too late, I’m ready in. Babe, good luck and you got this,” You said
“I got this,” CC smiled.
The game is going to start, and you sit next to her family on the bleachers. She is playing great and you cheer loudly for her. When she scored the point, her mom gave you a high five. You yelled out her name and she waved at you and her family.
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You've been having a really bad day, CC told you to meet her at her house. You don't smile and she wraps her arms around you, she holds you for a little bit. She waits for you to say something and you hold her.
“Thanks for the hug,” You said
You stare at her then she gives you a peck on the lips. You follow her to the kitchen and you sit down.
“What happened? I will make hot cocoa for us and my mom baked cookies earlier, she wanted to try this recipe that she saw online,” CC said
“Just been having a really bad day, from Morning all the way before coming to your house. But thanks for the hot cocoa,” You sighed
She starts to make the hot cocoa.
“Don’t worry we have the house to ourselves. It will get better, babe. Today sucked, but don't let it ruin the other days for you,” CC said
She pours the hot cocoa into the mugs then grabbed the cookies. Before you drink it, she stands next to you and put her arms around your shoulders, you have a pout then she kisses you.
“Cheer up, babe. You are still doing great and I don't want you to give up. Remember, when I have a bad game and I want to give up, what would you tell me?” CC said
“One bad game doesn't define you,” You said
“Exactly, Y/N. You always tell me not to give up and I want you to do the same, babe” CC said
She kissed you on the lips then she hugged you.
“Thanks,” You said
She sits next to you, then you two start to drink the hot cocoa and eat cookies. Later, you and CC watch a movie but during the movie you two fell asleep on the couch.
•——-•——•
You are putting your textbooks away in your locker. Your girlfriend sneaked up behind you and covered your eyes.
“Guess who?” Emma asked
“I don't know who this is” You joked
She removed her hands and playfully smacked your shoulder. You give her a peck on the lips, you two smile at each other.
“We just got invited to the Halloween party this weekend!” CC smiled
“That’s cool,” You said
“I got this cool idea, what we both can wear. We should go shopping after school,” CC said
“Sure. What is your idea?” You said
“You can dress as Spiderman and I will be Silk, what do you think?” CC said
“That will be awesome!” You smiled
“I knew you would like it,” CC said
You leave with your girlfriend. She holds your hand while walking to the store, and she starts to talk about the party. At the store, you and CC walked around looking at costumes, but you two still agreed on the Marvel characters. You picked the spiderman costume you wanted to wear and she picked her costume. Later, you and CC went to get something to eat, and you and CC talked about the party and she takes some of your French fries even had her own.
It's the night of the party. You took a selfie with Emma before entering the party, once inside you see your friends and she sees her friends.
“Let’s dance, babe,” CC said
“You know I don't dance, I will feel awkward,” You said
“It will be fun. Just follow my lead,” CC said
You start to follow her lead and you are starting to have fun. You and CC started giggling and you didn't stop smiling at her.
“Babe, you are doing great!” CC whispered in your ear.
“Because of you,” You whispered in her ear.
You and CC danced a bit more then went to get something to drink. You are talking to your friends while CC takes selfies with her friends. Later, you are alone with your girlfriend in the backyard, having arms around each other while kissing each other.
Summary: On a school field trip to the California Natural History Museum , CC Walker is bitten by a genetically modified spider-an encounter that leaves her feverish, disoriented, and eventually gifted with spider-like powers. As she grapples with her new abilities-wall-crawling, heightened reflexes, and web-slinging-CC chooses to keep her transformation a secret, especially from you, her best friend and perhaps more than that. The truth comes to light in an unexpected way as secrets come to light and emotions rise, CC and you must navigate the tangled web of identity, trust, and love-while the world around them grows more dangerous by the day.
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Notes: Been working on this off and on and finally decided it was time to release. Contains a Cc Walker with spidergirl abilities, slow burn romance between reader and Cc, childhood besties to lovers trope, mainly just supplementing the foundation of Cc and readers relationship in part 1. Oscorp mentions, Wyatt being the typical genius brother he is. Walker siblings for the win. Fluff with a bit of second hand embarrassment thrown into the mix. A cute read overall and a fluffy part one.
Errors will occur (Not proofread)
Something was off with Cc walker. Is the singular most prominent thought in your mind as of late. You think about it while you brush your teeth, while you eat dinner with your parents, another dinner quiet enough and void of colour and emotion that your brain takes over. She’s been different- Flighty. Always has somewhere to rush off to like she just can’t sit still. She’s less moody in class, on the field-
Well on the field she’s exquisite. No hint of tangled limbs or uncoordinated feet-she’s all eager concentrated diluted eyes and senses that can practically sense goals from a mile away.
She’s paying attention in chemistry-in science-full on paying attention with raised blonde brows and a hand raised and pen meeting paper whenever she had a question. CC’s always been smart, you thought of her as being an average girl with an average sense of intellect. But lately it’s like CC is on a mission. You can’t explain it-she’s eager to learn. Her questions are clever and witty.
Even the rest of the team agrees. It shouldn’t bother you-this uncomfortable aching feeling of not knowing. When had you? Cc’s best friend since infancy ever not known something was off?
You knew CC like the back of your hand, intimate and personal. You knew that when CC was hot her cheeks would flush, knew that she hated tying her shoelaces and would double knot them if it meant not having to tie them again for the rest of the day. Knew that face she would get when she was annoyed or fed up with someone-the one where her eyes would squint and the singular roll of her tongue pressing against her cheek.
So how did you not know this?
Cc had been avoiding you. That much was certain. She was quick to talk always dodging you around the lockers-always quick to give you a forehead kiss and prattle off, “I swear I’ll call you tonight! It’s a promise!” She’d say racing off across the school’s corridor.
To say you were fed up with this whole ordeal was an understatement.
From then on you’d watch her in class, study her like some odd chemist would study its own chemicals. ‘Stop being such a creep’ your mind would utter, but your eyes would always drag back. Flit across her pale sunken cheeks-across the planes of her back, straight and wide, across the patch of skin beneath her soccer uniform- perhaps not that close.
It would always leave you with an uncomfortable unique feeling laced in your gut-a mix of girlish delight and utter horror because you fancied CC walker and you shouldn’t have. You had no business doing so-you-captain and co captain of the debate club, you’d barely even made the cut for the girls soccer team-the only reason you had a spot on the team was CC herself. Cc who practically dragged you and pleaded with rushed hands and puppy dog eyes to sign up with her freshman year. And then coached you for a month just so you could play better. Without falling on your knees and getting your pretty face muddled with mud. You were not on CC walker’s radar, especially in that way.
Sure you were confident with the knowledge that you were indeed into girls. That had been apparent for years-and had been a topic of discussion one rather uncomfortable sleepover when Cc had blurted out mid midnight chat when you both were laying side by side-you can still feel the heat of her breath-the way her throat had sunken and the uncomfortable throat gulp-audible and quite nerve wracking. Freshmen year.
“Wyatt said the reason you wear flannels is because your-because you like girls….” The confession had been rushed, said between pink flushed skin and blue eyes that were avoiding your own fear stricken eyes. Perhaps it was your own imaturity at that time that made you squeak
“What?”
“He didn’t tell me straight out like that-god this is all coming out out of context-Wyatt was defending you. One of his chess buddies, Elon, was taking the mick out of you-rather harshly. He’s probably still nursing his wounds after you wiped the floor with him last debate-but he made some offhand comment about how-how your always near me. And you don’t seem to like-gravitate towards others. Not that your a weird loner-“ cc was quick to point out, finger moving to caress your nose in a affectionate bop, “but-well he said your always staring at the girls cheer team when we practice and you listen to girl in red and wear a lot of flannel--I-I might have tried to deck him-“.
Your eyes had widened- cc Walker choosing to defend you-your own knight in shining armor, had been your thought but you quickly snubbed it down. You were silent for a few minutes before a giggle erupted from your lips, shaking your chest and making you throw back your head against CC’s sheets, a hand to your stomach, perhaps if you had payed attention you would have seen the way CC’s eyes had ghosted over your lips-
“Wyatt had to pull me away. It wasn’t even anything remotely bigoted really-he could have called you much worse things-cruel things-but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t like it-the way he was trash talking you-and then Wyatt told me that-well that you-confided in him and I felt even more like an ass. Because-your my girl-and we tell each other everything-w-when did that stop? Do you not trust me? Because-well I already knew that you were-lesbian. I mean your eyes stay in one place in the girl’s locker room. I kinda figured.”
A warmth spread over your cheeks, because it made sense-why cc always spoke to you in the locker room-a soft cascading voice, asking questions she knew you would answer, because you had a mind that just couldn’t mutitask-which sounded humorous enough given all the accolades you had been given, but now it made your heart warm. Because Cc had known how gay you were and seemed to try to-take the attention away from the awkward tumbling eyes.
Little did she know they were mostly directed at her. And you had hated it. Despised it. Had written in your journal more times than you could count, ‘why can’t I be normal?’
Cc had softly taken your hand then, squeezing a little too hard like you’d get up and rush out, which you had once-eighth grade-when Cc had given you her jacket after practice, and suddenly you felt a little to comfortable in it-a little too into the way her arm had woven around you-and you had wished she would lean down and let you see her eyes up close-a blue that even the gods would love. So you had immediately pushed it into her chest and had ran off.
You trusted Cc…and she trusted you. It seemed.
Her eyes caught yours-mid thought as your eyes grated from your chemistry paper, still on her as she sat dutifully taking notes, the bridge of her eyes cast down in concentration, you couldn’t pin point it. But something was off. New about her.
And the smug smirk she sent your way followed by a wink that was much too flirtatious and inadvertently made your elbow brush against your desk, nearly sending down the beaker and bunson burner, you could practically hear your voice in your mid beaker in the air, ‘oh, remember that girl who lost her chance at a scholarship because she burned the chemistry class down?’
But it was the feeling of someone’s hands on your waist, strong and steady and familiar-grip not necessarily bruising but tight enough and then the unrelenting feeling of something sticking to your back-a distinct sensation followed by the way your back jolted-and soon two hands, excellent coordinated and far beyond logical caught both the glass beaker and the bunson burner, fingers moving to immediately turn the gas off with a clever hand.
It had all happened in slow motion-or felt like.
“Careful, you almost hurt yourself” Cc spoke, gently placing the beaker and the burner down on your desk-her blonde hair cascading over her eyes-a deep blue that made your head spin-because how on earth did she do that?
You almost felt like pinching yourself-just to make sure. Because you were pretty sure you were having some sort of stroke-it had to be-because how did Cc manage to get to you so fast from a few rows in front? How had she managed to catch both the bunson burner (with fire mind you) and the beaker-with liquid still inside? Did she defy gravity? Not to mention the feeling of something pushing her back-like an invisible force pulling her against the desk?
You had to be crazy. That was the only logical explanation-your brain had conjured up some elaborate mental images-
“What was that?” You stuttered out-cheeks a blaze-eyes only on Cc, her wide set blue eyes-usually so charming-confident-but right now they were red-the type of red that would adorn her cheeks after a hard practice.
Cc softly moved to invade your space, fingers moving over your waist, slightly pulling just enough that your lips came close-and your eyes drifted down on their own accord.
Panic. Want. Need. All the range of emotions filled your chest as you eyed her rather pink lips-moist and soft and oh so beautiful-but then her fingers were wrapping around something on your skirt and soon she was searching for something-fingers trailing over your low back side-dangerously close to to your ‘gentleman should never touch this area’ place before a brief squelching sound echoed over your ears-and Cc moved away-her hand that was around your waist coming to hide behind her back.
“Are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you” she moved to cup your chin, strong fingers and strong brows set in concern.
But before you could talk-even get a measly-‘what?’ Out a few classmates were clapping Cc on the back-
“That was sick Walker!”
“Totally our captain in action!” One of your team members, Clarissa, who often got penalized for body checking spoke up.
You must have stared into her eyes for minutes-observing-like if you could just peer into her eyes you would know-have some inkling-some clue-god you needed a clue.
Slaps on her back and words were said and Cc merely blushed, speaking to the few that were now Corning the action. Her cheeks were red-signaling she was embarrassed by the attention-but the lazy smirk on her lips spoke volumes. Cc walker adored attention. Excelled in it. Craved it.
The lazy smile would have charmed the pants off of you earlier-but no-you had to be firm-to find some sort of footing. Because Cc was unaware of what she had kindled in you. A fire-a deep seed that yearned to find the truth behind those lies. Because What had just transpired was not normal-not even remotely normal.
By the end of the day you were her shadow. Eying her like she had done something to wrong you-you weren’t trying to make it seem like Cc had pissed in your teacup-but the way you eyed her-like she had done some great mistrust against you-or you were just very in love and quite conflicted at her keeping secrets-because Cc ‘we tell each other everything’ Walker was currently not meeting the bar.
You managed to school your attentions long enough to corner her by her locker-books held against your chest with what you hoped was ease as you slowly made your way over-taking your spot that you claimed since freshman year.
You didn’t need to say anything-because Cc was already speaking-blonde curls loosely limping over her bangs as she put her books away, her eyes a familiar look-amusement if anything.
“Find what you’ve been staring at me for?”. It was typical Cc Walker. Using her charm-her natural people skills to outway you.
But you were better than that. You could outway her just as easily-if not better. Because you were just as clever-and you knew Cc Walker to a tune. It was almost unfair. So you switched tactics.
“I am still sleeping over tonight right? We can switch the nights if you feel too coddled-“ you began, trying to add sensible words, not too much ease, but more of a uncomfortable tilt-
In an instant, it was almost comical how fast. A nanosecond at best, Cc whipped her locker shut-a force so fast the locker creaked on its hinges. Her blonde brows were no longer pinched in what had been amusement-no they were pinched in almost alarm. Her backpack hung loosely on her side, like it didn’t matter-like all her attention was on you. Her eyes-those blue greys looked at you like you were from another planet.
They almost seemed threatening. But you knew-deep inside that you had hit a nerve. When had you ever-in the history of knowing Cc Walker-ever canceled a scheduled long overdue sleepover? Never. Because it was like clockwork. The walker’s home was a second home for you. You even had a sock drawer in Cc’s bedroom-a spare toothbrush adorned besides Cc’s. A mug bought for you by Wyatt die Christmas one year.
“Why would I want to cancel?-“ the question was gruff and heavy. CC’s fingers gripped the backpack harshly, eyebrows still pinched-then a slight sniff of her nose, her eyes holding a pensive expression.
“D-do you want to cancel?” The crack of emotion laced in the words-made your heart hammer in your chest. Because you were never prepared for this-Cc Walker looking at you with glassy eyes and an expression almost to say, ‘don’t you love me anymore?’
“I don’t want to cancel-“ you stumbled over your words. You fell in line with her as she began walking the school corridors, eyes still alertly on you-like she was trying to figure out just what you meant.
“I just wanted you to know we can cancel. I don’t want you to feel too coddled-“ you began.
The next thing you knew hands were lacing around your fingers, pale fingers dragging against your palm-
“Then it’s done. Your staying in my bed tonight and eating my mothers Friday dinner. No buts or what’s about it-coddle me? Coddle me my ass-“
Friday in the Walker house consisted of a meal that made your stomach grumble even before you ate it. Dinner rolls-deliciously set and buttered-green beans-gravy as thick as you liked it-because Jess Walker knew you loved her food more than her daughter-a joke she would always tell that would make Cc roll her eyes but pout. You sat in the chair across from Cc, nestled next to Wyatt who as always was a delightful dinner guest.
Mr Walker, or Bill as you often called him, began to talk about his glory days in his band, spouting out stories that made the whole family including you laugh and laugh. The walkers were your only healthy format of a family-and you appreciated how they treated you. Like one of their own.
You helped Mrs Walker put the dishes away-or by helped you held Miles in your arms as Jess put the dishes away-she was always struggling-balancing work and children. You didn’t mind-Miles was use to you and you did your best to wrangle him. Playing toy trucks with him and delighting when he said your name-in his little baby voice with those pink cheeks and eyes so alike to Cc’s it made you love him even more.
Cc loitered-by that she sat side by side, pressed up so close you could feel her ribs-she also was a doting big sister-teaching miles the colors. You noticed Mrs Walker and her darting eyes-fondness in her features when she eyed Cc and you.
Finally after the kitchen was sleak and finished and Mrs Walker scooped up Miles to put him to bed did Cc help you up off the floor, her hands strong and steady as she waves goodnight to miles-her fingers still interlocking with yours. “Thank goodness that child goes to sleep” she uttered, and you laughed, bumping your hips with hers. “Be nice!”.
“You gotta admit you’re happy it’s just us and not us and a little baby toddler who keeps stealing you from me”.
“I wasn’t aware I was being stolen”.
The banter was cut short by CC’s watch. A sharp insisted sound that made CC’s eyebrows raise-like she recognized the sound. Was waiting for it.
“What’s that for?”.
Cc’s lips quirked-like she was trying to come up with some excuse, “just Miles playing with my watch earlier. Little fingers pushing all the wrong buttons”.
You weren’t sure if you believed it-it was perfectly crafted-said between well formed lips. Cc must have known you didn’t quite believe her because she was walking ahead, the familiar path to her room as similar as ever.
She opened her door with a push of her fingers-revealing her room in all its glory. Miraculously clean-save for a few notebooks strewn about her night stand. CC’s pens were deliberately laid out-textbooks laid down. Your eyebrows rose as you took in the curious sight of what looked like to be a some sort of science textbook you couldn’t even begin to pronounce.
But before you could get near and see the crafted notebooks (because this why Cc payed attention in science) did Cc rush in with nervous fingers.
“I thought I put these away. Let’s get these out of the way-“ she hummed.
“I don’t mind. Since when are you so interested in-“ your eyebrows creased as you read the smudge of CC’s handwriting on her notebook, “fluid formula?” You asked, curious indulgent in your eyes. Adoring. Like all you wanted was to just know.
“Just-been trying to get my GPA up. You know how it is with football” she speaks, gently taking the notebook and putting it away.
You can tell Cc is nervous-it’s obvious from the way her fingers are strewn about each other, the tick of her jaw. The way her eyes just won’t meet yours. Refusing to do so.
“Are we going to talk about what happened in biology today?” The question is quiet, almost like a whisper.
Cc’s brows are knitted. The confused kind. The kind that state she doesn’t quite know to lie or say yes. Your stomach is a nervous jumble. You’re half hoping she’ll confide in you. She always had-does. There’s nothing she doesn’t tell you.
CC’s eyes are conflicted-like she’s facing some desperate situation. But soon the conflict is gone-just a sea of calm blue. The charming Cc walker-but it’s for show.
“What happened in Biology? My sick save of the beaker? Want me to show you how to catch?”.
You don’t expect it to hurt this much. Like some sucker punch to the gut. You have to remind your mind that no-you didn’t just get punched in the gut. But it feels like it. Like Cc is always running away from you. And you’re always running after her. Taking her by her hand or dragging her back-and suddenly it dawns on you. Cc will always be running from you. Hiding some part of her.
“We’re not connected anymore. I know that. But I was hoping you’d trust me enough to tell me. That-that we love each other enough”. The words are like shards-and the soft smile on CC’s face shifts. She senses the emotion in the words.
“Look-if-if I tell you-it could-“ she struggles, moving to close her door, fingers to the bridge of her nose, her strides going back and forth. It makes you confused and worried-
“If I tell you-it could put you in danger. Like-danger that I can’t save you from-I’m not doing this to distance myself from you or whatever you think” CC’s words are calm yet hold a distinct sense of direct firmness.
Danger?
Just the words makes your skin arise in goosebumps. Because what danger could Cc Walker possibly be in? Your mind immediately imagines the worse. Street gangs. Pack mules. Illegal trouble-
“I-I don’t understand. W-what trouble could you possibly get in?” You speak, your voice shaken, unsteady.
Cc sighs, rubs her face. There is no sign of the confident footballer you grew up with-there’s a flicker of something her eyes. You’ve never seen it before. But you felt it-staring into her eyes the very day.
When the world had cheered at her act of heroism-when you could think of nothing-see nothing-but her flecks of grey. Of her calm brows-of the way she had held you-like you were worth everything.
“I need you to understand something. You-are-“ CC’s breath halts-emotion laced in her tone, her eyes are a glassy blue, her throat bobs-“you are one of my most cherished person close to my heart. And I-i wanted to tell you-god I did-I wanted to call you the very first day-when I felt like something was wrong with me like I was losing my mind going insane-“ Cc laughs, a watery laugh.
“But I couldn’t. I just-I couldn’t put you in that situation. But now-I realize it only hurt you-hurt us. And I can’t lose you. So-“ with a defeated sigh, she moves to lean her forehead against yours-the act makes your stomach swoon and heart chatter out of its chest.
CC’s lips are pink-and rest just inches across your own. Just inches-mere centimeters-her eyes are a cool puddle of grey.
“I’ll tell you.”
Three letter words that mean the world to you.
Cc moves away, moving to open her drawer and grab the notebooks she had put away, she reaches into her drawer and pulls out glasses-the type that make her eyes pop just a little-but it makes your heart beat even faster. Because Cc looks so-effortlessly good. Attractive. It’s honestly a shameful thought. But you tug it down.
“Remember when we went to the Natural History Musuem last fall?”
It was a simple question. You did- the whole football team had been given a private tour of the museum-you had loved it-
“Yeah. You got sick with a fever and had to go home” you speak.
Cc nods. “Exactly. Remember they took us into the lab with all the new special projects? Well Dr Kleiman was able to show Jessica and I this new spider venom they are creating-it’s a spider with blue scorpion venom. Very rare. And only being tested in that one lab. Well I made the idiotic mistake of touching one of the webs-and all of them began to fall-like millions-all onto my head and into my sweater and all over my hair-Dr Kleiman was frantic and kept trying to make sure we got them all off-said it would have been fatal if one of them bit us.”
Cc licked her lips, moving to push the glasses back on her nose, fingers moving to another drawer and pulling out what looked like to be a vial-a name printed on the side that you hadn’t ever seen before-save for the name of the lab you had been in months ago.
Oscorp Industries
You watched as the vial glinted-silver in manner-polished-pristine. A liquid inside-green substance.
“Where did you get that? More important how?”.
Cc sighed, “This ” she reiterated, “is what is in the spider that bit me”.
Almost as if to show you, Cc lifted another vial in her hidden compartment drawer -this one hid behind plexi glass. It looked like it had been done by Cc-with a at home bug pin kit. Nothing like the two vials you had just seen. Those looked like they were under lock and key.
GENETIC MODIFICATION UNIT
Specimen #E-15
Arachnid: Steatoda Genus
Status: Active
“This is what bit me. I didn’t know until I woke up the next day. Scared Wyatt half to death-breaking things-I could see clearly-I didn’t need reading glasses-I scraped my knee during football practice and by the end of the day it healed-like completely healed-“.
You bit your tongue, trying to take this complex information in.
“W-wait. So-this spider bit you…and-and what you have..abilities? That doesn’t explain how you got these vials-“ your brain was a mess of how’s and why’s and how could you’s on the tip of your tongue.
“I got the vials from Wyatt. He knows some of his science buddies who gave me a tour last week-I smuggled these out of the lab. I needed to know what was in them-see if I can make some sort of antidote”.
You were halfway between mind spinning and mind going wild with this new fresh information when footages and the rustle of the doorknob began to jiggle and with senses far beyond human Cc hid the notebooks and the vials-a impressive web slinging out from her wrist to close the drawer-
Web shooters. Cc made web shooters. Or did they come out of her wrist? You were too kind boggled-trying to see the remnant of web on the drawer handle that Cc was positioned over.
The door opened and Wyatt came in view, leaving Cc to puff out a breath, cheeks red, blue eyes wide, “I thought you were mom” she spoke, moving away from the drawer.
“Come in. Close the door” she gritted to her brother, Wyatt for his part immediately flew in to the side of you, his curly hair bouncing and his cheeks-the same color and hue as his sisters flushed as he eyed the notebooks and vials.
“It’s about time you told her.” He spoke, smiling that calm comforting smile, “I’ve been helping Cc try to figure out what’s in the vials. We’ve even taken some of her blood for testing”. That didn’t surprise you in the slightest. Wyatt was a genius in his own right-the type that didn’t need formulas but the type that decode numbers in less than a minute. And it seemed Cc needed that.
“So far all the evidence that we have-came from the spider bite and its interaction with CC’s blood. I wrote down everything it caused. Fever-chills-sweats-“ his finger ran down a column on the sheet of notebook.
“So far we are as close to finding an antidote as we are to find a piece of 100 dollar bill. But I’m actually working on that”. The glint in his eyes made you hopeful-and Cc seemed to shine at that. Wyatt took a comment to revel in it before speaking again.
“I got an internship in the Natural History Museum. In the lab. And I’ll be able to access the information we need. The series numbers of where the vials came from-all of it”.
The look in CC’s eyes was the closest you’d ever seen to admiration for her brother. She smiled-that lopsided grin that she still hadn’t grown out of-and soon she was gripping Wyatt in a bear hug.
You almost felt like you were intruding on the moment. Like you shouldn’t have been here. You allowed your eyes to wander, taking in CC’s handwriting on sheets of paper, notebooks, formulas, science books strewn about.
This was why she was so flighty.
You tried to imagine it. Waking up one day with senses too strong-where everything was too loud and you were too strong-where webs flew out of your skin like foreign parasites-
And suddenly you felt guilty. What for, you didn’t know.
Later on in the night when Cc and you had calmed down for the night, Cc on her side of the bed and you to the left, did you speak. A whisper into the air.
“I shouldn’t be mad at you for keeping this a secret. I would too-probably even from you”.
Cc seemed to contemplate it.
“I didn’t want to scare you. Because if I’m being honest-I scared myself. There’s this new world for me now-it’s like my nervous system is broken. My senses are all wild and it’s hard to tame them. Sometimes I think I’m going mad”.
Your pinky moved on its own accord, moving to lace with hers. A subtle movement but strong in the way it united you.
“I don’t know how much help I’ll be-but I’d like to help you and Wyatt. Any way I can”.
The admission made Cc blush, but she clung to you even tighter.
It was a few days later that you sat next to Cc in the school library, finishing up homework and perhaps checking out some biology books. You were flirting heavily, batting your eyes, biting your lip, and Cc was falling for it. You were about to gain the courage to just grab her by the sweater and kiss her, when the sudden thunk caught your ears. Wyatt walker had just slipped over the linoleum flooring of the library landing smack dab in the front of your table.
He didn’t say anything, didn’t even wait to get up, almost comically he threw his phone and piece of paper on the table.
“I came up with a way to solve our problems. I designed this suit to suit CC’s new abilities.” It was said between hushed teeth as he got up from the floor, an ache in his back. You were still wide eyed, trying to help the poor boy up and sooth his injuries. But cc was staring down at the design with pensive brows and-admiration? You couldn’t read the exact expressions
Once Wyatt had gained his bearings he spoke again.
Synopsis: You and CC are at a college party, but she gets distracted by her friends.
Warnings: Smut, g!p!CC, p in v, oral, unprotected sex, anxiety (?), bad writing, and I think that's it.
Words: 1.7k~
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Fuck this party, fuck those people, and fuck her.
CC brought you with her to this party because she got invited by the host and dragged you with her. That's could've been a lot of fun if she didn't abandon you to go get intoxicated with her stupid football friends. You isolated yourself in one of the unoccupied rooms, watching random videos on your phone to make the time pass. An hour, then two, later three, you're now fast asleep on your side with your phone almost falling out of your hand.
CC was finally starting to wonder where you were after three goddamn hours. She looked around the place where you could possibly be. After a good quarter, she finally found you curled up in someone's bed. She sighed as she slowly closed the door behind her. She sat next to you, a soft hand on your leg, rubbing it to wake you up.
You jolted awake, "Hey, shh, shh, shh, it's just me." Yeah, that's the problem it was her, and you did not want to see her right now. You moved away from her, picked up your phone, and quickly stood up, "Hey, where are you going ?" You avoided her puppy eyes, knowing you can't stay mad at her when she looks at you like that.
"Away. From you." That came out colder than what you expected, but oh well, she deserved it. "What ? Why ? Baby, come back to me." Her hand grabbed yours, bringing you to her. She slightly looked down at you as her arm looped itself around your waist. It was getting harder not to look at her, but you tried your best looking down at your feet. CC did not like that, "Hey, look at me." She whispered, her hand to your chin so you'd look at her, "No.." You mumbled, pushing your head away from her grip. You felt an overwhelming feeling growing inside your stomach going up your head.
She might be dumb for not immediately understanding her mistake, but she's still your girlfriend, and she can sense when you're about to cry. Her hands hugged your cheeks, forcing you to look at her, "Baby, please. Talk to me." She softly spoke, not to scare you off. You wanted to yell at her for being so stupid, but you knew that yelling at someone their mistake wasn't the best idea and will most surely draw them away from you. So, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and talked,
"CC, you left me here for three hours because you were joking around with your friends." Then only she realised the gravity of what she did. Anxiety took control of her body. The only thing on her mind was 'How could you be that dumb ? Leaving your girlfriend alone to a party, she didn't even want to come to in the first place. Oh my god, she'll never forgive me.' Her mind was rambling so much she thought she was saying all those thoughts.
But, no.
Here, you were patiently waiting for her answer, but nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"Please, talk to me." Heard that somewhere before, no ? She snapped out of her thought, finding her voice again, "Sorry, I'm so sorry baby, I'm- shit how could I leave you alone ? For three hours ?! Oh my god, I'm a horrible girlfriend. Fuck we were talking about our next match, you know how football easily distracts me ? No, I can't use that as an excuse. Sorry, sorry. I'm so sorry I love you so much and I did not forget about you. I promise. I just got carried away and-" You cupped her cheeks, that by the way were red as fuck from her panic state.
She metled in your touch, closing her eyes. She softly held your wrists and kissed your palms, "I'm sorry, my love." She whispered, "Maybe I can show you how sorry I am ?" Her eyes shot right into yours. Desperation, lust, and sorrow were readable in those blue eyes of hers, "Please ?" She brought you closer to her. She was so, so, sorry. Poor thing, I just wanted you to forgive her. How could you not when she was so vulnerable ? You gave in, obviously, nodding, letting her know she could try to make it up to you. A smile tugged on her lips as her eyes lighted up like she was the happiest woman on earth.
Her hands slided to your waist, pulling you into a heated kiss. She kept it slow and passionate. All her forgiveness was in that kiss. She pulled you to lay down on the bed, "I'll make you forget how of a bad girlfriend I was." She whispered near your ear before bitting your lobe. She kissed down your jaw, then your neck, delicately leaving hickeys on your neck.
Your shirt and bra didn't last long. Her lips on your bare chest were quick to come. She gave equal attention to both of your breasts, which made you impatient, your hips instinctively rolled into her. Usually, she would've teased you about it, but she knew she shouldn't even think about it right now. She kissed all the way down your stomach as her hands were zipping off your skirt, and her teeth were taking care of your panties.
Her lips kissed around your inner thighs, after multiples whining from you she finally kissed your clit. Your body jolted as your hand flew to her hair keeping her between your legs. Her tongue traced an eight shape on your clit, sucking it in every now and then, her hands squeezed your thighs, bringing you closer to her if that was even possible.
She moaned in your cunt, the sounds of yours was echoing in the room, her name falling ever so perfectly from your mouth. She made sure her tongue took every inch of you, taking her time to taste you so your flavour will stay on her tongue for days. She ate you out like a starved woman.
Her eyes were taking in the sight in front of her, your mouth wide open, moans, gasps, and heavy breath coming out of it, hot drop of sweats falling down your forehead. You were a hot mess. But the most important thing is that she had a perfect view of the butterfly tattoo under your chin. You got this tattoo specifically for her to have the best angle of it when she gives you head, like right now. She was so happy this tattoo existed. It made everything so much hotter. The way your neck moved with a few veins popping out was such a turn-on for her.
Her hips unconsciously started to rock against the mattress of the bed, her cock was painfully hard and needed any kind of friction. She whined in your cunt yet she went even faster and deeper, she was determined to make you cum.
And that determination was worth it because not so long after your back arched, your head thrown back in the pillow with a final broken scream of her name as your abdomen muscles let go. That was definitely one of the biggest orgasm you ever had. The other one was also caused by CC. Let's just say she knows how your body works.
She took every last drop of what you could give her, licking up your folds one last time before going up to your face for a sweet kiss. "Fuck, I can taste myself." You chuckled, still trying to catch your breath, CC smiled and kissed you again however the sweet kiss quickly turned into a feverish one. You could feel her hard-on grinding against your sensitive cunt, making gasp, breaking the kiss by the same time. Miserable moans and weak groans could be heard from her mouth while her hips rocked harder.
You took her top off along with her skirt and tights. Her dick slapped against her stomach, all hard and needy for you, "Can I ?" She mumbled into your neck, asking for permission to seep into you. You unhesitatingly nodded. Even if you just had a huge orgasm you could never deny your girlfriend's pleasure (plus you were still horny). She didn't waste a second and slowly penetrated your wet pussy. She muffled her moans in your neck, you were the only thing she could think about at this moment, so highly drunk on you.
Your nails scratched her back. Meanwhile, hers were sinking into your side. Her neediness got the best of her, her hips went faster, her cock sliding in and out of you so soothingly. It was one damn of a sight. "Fuck, fuck, you feel so good, love." She panted, moving her face out of your neck to look at you. Pleasure was all over your features.
Your moans were getting a little too loud, so she kissed you to shut you up. Your fingers got lost in her blonde locks as you got lost in the moment. Her hips slapping against the back of your thighs, her fingers teasing your clit, her mouvement getting faster and deeper only to hit that sweet spot of yours, she filled you up, oh, so well, you knew you couldn't last long. And neither could she. The way your walls hugged her cock, the sounds of the wetness, and warmness of your pussy was driving her insane, she only wanted to fill you up with her cum.
And she did. You both reached your climax at the same time, she painted your walls while you owned her cock. She rolled her hips a few more times before her dick finally soften. She pulled out of, hugging you while kissing your forehead, "You did so well, and I'm so sorry I promised I won't do anything like that again. Matter of fact I won't come to parties anymore." You tiringly laughed at her statement, "You can still go to parties but don't forget me like this again." You explained, "I won't, I won't. Let's get cleaned up real quick then go home, huh ?" She kissed your nose and rushed to the shared bathroom to get a towel. She quickly cleaned you up and dressed you, then did the same for her.
She picked you up, knowing you won't be able to walk correctly after those two intense orgasms. "I forgive you." You whispered, a joyful grin formed on her face. She carried you all the way home, ignoring her friends on her out.
The night did not end with those two orgasms.
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A/n: Kinda rushed this tbh, but anyway, I might start answering requests soon :)
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.
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.
"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?"
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."
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.
Drabbles updated on Drabble masterlist) not including works on listed on Main Masterlist
The Heart of Hogwarts
Summary: The second time you spot Enid is during the sorting ceremony, she’s all pink cheeks and chattering blue eyes when her name is called, she quickly flits on unstable giraffe like legs as she stumbles towards the wooden chair, hands clasped to her lap and blue frigid eyes unable to peer at one solid point in the room. She’s all stoic eyes despite the way they flit, despite the way her fingers shake on her lap. You crane your head, noticing how her brothers-they must be-same sandy locks and blue frigid hues- eye her from across the great hall-assessing her with eyes that shine with no traces of kindness-they speak to each other in hushed tones, one of them whispering and chuckling. It’s obvious they have no care for their little sister-only chuckle at her absentminded stumbles. Enid pays them no mind, her frigid eyes remaining on one point on the floor. The hat is then taken and laid precariously onto Enid’s head, before being placed even more firmly by professor weems. The hat hasn’t spoke yet-pondering, quite long. Longer than any of the other year ones. Hell, the hats hadn’t even been placed upon the heads of the other pupils before the sorting hat had made its choice. But with Enid it stays, it listens-it feeds off her thoughts. Learns from her- it’s a scary thought-you find yourself thinking. What’s so interesting about Enid Sinclair?
Silk and Heartstrings
Summary: CC Walker has always been smart. Known fact. She’s the confident level headed captain of the girls soccer team for goodness sakes-so how come you’ve been noticing things? Things like new scrapes on her knees after practice? It’s all in your head. The new fast reflexes, the way CC can sense things-things normal human beings can’t-it’s all in your head-or is it? Is that just what she wants you to think? So why has Cc walker been skipping class and acting weirder than normal? And why is she always staring at you?
This Jealousy of mine (🔞)
Summary: Freshman year of college. You and Cc are just starting to navigate to adulthood-busy schedules balancing work and family life-you and Cc are comfortable and well in love-but what happens when CC’s old nemesis and fellow soccer player Josephine March worms her way back into your lives? This time acting like the sweet innocent forgiving girl she is? Is it an act? Or is it something even more sinister?
I Did It All For Her So I Felt Nothing At All— 🔞
Summary: The aftermath of the fun fair- the vaguely familiar feeling of a fresh pill being slipped down your throat-pink crimson fingers wrapped firmly around your chin-salted tears and whispers of insanity. You awake to a whole new world-one where Pippa Fitz Amobi is in control-one where your forced to confront what she’s become-and you can’t help but love it-(sequel to Told you not to worry)
Some Spidey Cc Walker to cleanse the mystery mood a bit? A lot of promising projects in the works-just trust-this is me being productive
Extracted from Silk and Heartstrings (can be found and will be updated when released on Masterlist) 🕸️
Something off with cc walker. Is the singular most prominent thought in your mind as of late. You think about it while you brush your teeth, while you eat dinner with your parents, another dinner quiet enough and void of colour and emotion that your brain takes over. She's been different- Flighty. Always has somewhere to rush off to like she just can't sit still. She's less moody in class, on the field-
Well on the field she's exquisite. No hint of tangled limbs or uncoordinated feet-she's all eager concentrated diluted eyes and senses that can practically sense goals from a mile away.
She's paying attention in chemistry-in science-full on paying attention with raised blonde brows and a hand raised and pen meeting paper whenever she had a question. CC's always been smart, you thought of her as being an average girl with an average sense of intellect. But lately it's like CC is on a mission. You can't explain it-she's eager to learn. Her questions are clever and witty.
Even the rest of the team agrees. It shouldn't bother you-this uncomfortable aching feeling of not knowing. When had you? best friend since infancy ever not known something was off?
You knew CC like the back of your hand, intimate and personal. You knew that when CC was hot her cheeks would flush, knew that she hated tying her shoelaces and would double knot them if it meant not having to tie them again for the rest of the day. Knew that face she would get when she was annoyed or fed up with someone-the one where her eyes would squint and the singular roll of her tongue pressing against her cheek.
So how did you not know this?
Cc had been avoiding you. That much was certain. She was quick to talk always dodging you around the lockers-one step ahead of you-like she could sense just where you would head- quick to give you a forehead kiss and prattle off, "I swear I'll call you tonight! It's a promise! I swear-“ She'd say racing off across the school's corridor on coordinated legs.
To say you were fed up with this whole ordeal was an understatement.
From then on you'd watch her in class, study her like some odd chemist would study its own chemicals. 'Stop being such a creep' your mind would utter, but your eyes would always drag back. Flit across her pale sunken cheeks-across the planes of her back, straight and wide, across the patch of skin beneath her soccer uniform-perhaps not that close.
It would always leave you with an uncomfortable unique feeling laced in your gut-a mix of girlish delight and utter horror because you fancied CC walker and you shouldn't have. You had no business doing so-you-captain and co captain of the debate club, you'd barely even made the cut for the girls soccer team-the only reason you had a spot on the team was CC herself. Cc who practically dragged you and pleaded with rushed hands and puppy dog eyes to sign up with her freshman year. And then coached you for a month just so you could play better. Without falling on your knees and getting your pretty face muddled with mud. You were not on CC walker's radar, especially in that way.
Sure you were confident with the knowledge that you were indeed into girls. That had been apparent for years-and had been a topic of discussion one rather uncomfortable sleepover when Cc had blurted out mid midnight chat when you both were laying side by side-you can still feel the heat of her breath-the way her throat had sunken had the uncomfortable throat gulp-audible and quite nerve wracking. Freshmen year.
"Wyatt said the reason you wear flannels is because your-into girls..." The confession had been rushed, said between pink flushed skin and blue eyes that were avoiding your own fear stricken eyes. Perhaps it was your own imaturity at that time that made you squeak
"What?!”
"He didn't tell me straight out like that-god this is all coming out of context-Wyatt was defending you. One of his chess buddies, Elon, was taking the mick out of you-rather harshly. He's probably still nursing his wounds after you wiped the floor with him last debate-but he made some offhand comment about how-how your always near me. And you don't seem to like-gravitate towards others. Not that your a weird loner-" CC was quick to point out, finger moving to caress your nose in a affectionate bop, "but-well he said your always staring at the girls cheer team when we practice and you listen to girl in red and wear a lot of flannel--I-l might have tried to deck him-.
Your eyes had widened- cc Walker choosing to defend you-your own knight in shining armor, had been your thought but you quickly snubbed it down. You were silent for a few minutes before a giggle erupted from your lips, shaking your chest and making you throw back your head against CC's sheets, a hand to your stomach, perhaps if you had payed attention you would have seen the way CC's eyes had ghosted over your lips-
"Wyatt had to pull me away. It wasn't even anything remotely bigoted really-he could have called you much worse things-cruel things-but I couldn't help myself. I didn't like it-the way he was trash talking you-and then Wyatt told me that-well that you-confided in him and I felt even more like an ass. Because-your my girl-and we tell each other everything-w-when did that stop? Do you not trust me? Because-well I already knew that you were-lesbian. I mean your eyes stay in one place in the girl's locker room. I kinda figured."
A warmth spread over your cheeks, because it made sense-why cc always spoke to you in the locker room-a soft cascading voice, asking questions she knew you would answer, because you had a mind that just couldn't mutitask-which sounded humorous enough given all the accolades you had been given, but now it made your heart warm. Because Cc had known how gay you were and seemed to try to-take the attention away from the awkward tumbling eyes.
Little did she know they were mostly directed at her. And you had hated it. Despised it. Had written in your journal more times than you could count, 'why can't l be normal?'
Cc had softly taken your hand then, squeezing a little too hard like you'd get up and rush out, which you had once-eighth grade-when Cc had given you her jacket after practice, and suddenly you felt a little to comfortable in it-a little too into the way her arm had woven around you-and you had wished she would lean down and let you see her eyes up close-a blue that even the gods would love. So you had immediately pushed it into her chest and had ran off.
You trusted Cc...and she trusted you. It seemed.
Her eyes caught yours-mid thought as your eyes flitted from your chemistry paper, still on her as she sat dutifully taking notes, the bridge of her eyes cast down in concentration, you couldn't pin point it. But something was off. New about her.
And the smug smirk she sent your way followed by a wink that was much too flirtatious and inadvertently made your elbow brush against your desk, sending down the beaker and bunson burner, you could practically hear students voices in your head mid beaker in the air, ‘oh, remember that girl who lost her chance at a scholarship because she burned the chemistry class down?'
But it was the feeling of someone's hands on your waist, strong and steady and familiar-grip not necessarily bruising but tight enough and then the unrelenting feeling of something sticking to your back-a distinct sensation followed by the way your back jolted-repelling you back- and soon two hands, excellently coordinated and far beyond logical caught both the glass beaker and the bunson burner, fingers moving to immediately turn the gas off with a clever hand.
It had all happened in slow motion-or felt like.
"Careful, you almost hurt yourself" Cc spoke, gently placing the beaker and the burner down on your desk-her blonde hair cascading over her eyes-a deep blue that made your head spin-because how on earth did she do that?
You almost felt like pinching yourself just to make sure.
Because you were pretty sure you were having some sort of stroke-it had to be-because how did Cc manage to get to you so fast from a few rows in front? How had she managed to catch both the bunson burner (with fire mind you) and the beaker-with liquid still inside? Did she defy gravity? Not to mention the feeling of something pushing you back-like an invisible force pulling you against the desk-
You had to be crazy. That was the only logical explanation-your brain had conjured up some elaborate mental images-
"What was that?" You stuttered out-cheeks a blaze-eyes only on Cc, her wide set blue eyes-strong cheeks usually so charming-confident-but right now they were red-the type of red that would adorn her cheeks after a hard rough practice.
Cc softly moved to invade your space, fingers moving over your waist, slightly pulling just enough that your lips came close-and your eyes drifted down on their own accord. Your breath caught.
Panic. Want. Need. All the range of emotions filled your chest as you eyed her rather pink lips-moist and soft and oh so beautiful-but then her fingers were wrapping around something on your skirt and soon she was searching for something-fingers trailing over your low back side-dangerously close to to your 'gentleman should never touch this' area before a brief squelching sound echoed over your ears-and Cc moved away-her hand that was around your waist coming to hide behind her back. Concealing something.
"Are you alright? I didn't mean to startle you" she moved to cup your chin, strong fingers and strong brows set in concern.
But before you could talk-even get a measly-'what?' Out a few classmates were clapping Cc on the back-
"That was sick Walker!"
"Totally our captain in action!" One of your team members, Clarissa, who often got penalized for body checking spoke up.
