This is the first part of the Jordan Huxhold fanfic I promised. It's a YouTuber x OC trope and hurt/comfort, but my OC Zola, created just for this trope, can be your self-insert.
TW: includes sex, mentions of scars and abuse
Note: Zola isnāt a Mary Jane she is her own person so she makes choices that might conflict what you would do
Backstory: This is post hookup with Zola and Jordan has been a fuck buddy and has been for a month.
Thought: Iām wondering whether I should add smut to this since it is a hookup or have a prequel where they hook up. Please tell me
Song: Listen to Nothingās going hurt you, baby. CAS and Sweet-CAS
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Jordan got closer to her. The early morning sun rays elevating the atmosphere they are in. Jordanās bedroom. The green covers, posters on the walls and the books stacked on his nightstand, which he didn't bother to clean up when Zola (self-insert here) arrived. His filming cameras cuddled in a corner. Jordan whispered in her ear. What did he say? Something sly? Something funny? Something perverted? Whatever he said made Zola giggle and turn around to tease. "You don't mean that," she retorted teasingly.
"Oh come on, Zola, I meant what I saidā¦" Jordan's eyes trailed down her back, which was facing him.
Scars old and new. The new ones probably came from their tango last night, but he never noticed the old ones. She turned to face him too quickly for him to register it. How come he never noticed that all over her back? Zola was talking to him, so he tried to forget it for the moment. When they got up to get dressed, Jordan noticed more scars on her thighs and arms, all looking like they were formed by belts and all faded into her tawny skin.
Once she was done dressing, she looked for her shoes and spotted him staring. "What are you looking at?" she teased. 'Zoliā¦' He wanted to say something; maybe it wasn't what he was thinking, but he couldn't form a complete sentence. Zola glanced at herself. "Were you checking me out?" she chirped. Jordan chuckled, not wanting to ruin her mood. It was early; it was sunny. Maybe it wasn't right to propose an idea like that right now. Her smile melted him like candles over steam, and she just seemed so happy. They talked for a moment longer before Jordan escorted her out of the apartment. At the front door, she turned abruptly, meeting his eyes.
'Love youā¦' she smirked. Jordan hesitated for a minute. "I love you," she repeated, obviously expecting a response. "I love you, Zola." Zola grinned and gave him a hug-kiss.
Soon she went down the stairs. Jordan sighed and closed the door. Payton was right behind him, startling him.
āGah! Payton what the fuc-"
āSo you're with your girlfriend again?ā Payton teased.
āSheās not my girlfriend, Pay."
Payton didnāt say anything to respond to that, just a raised eyebrow.
āAre you okay, Jordan?ā "Yeahā¦"
Payton went to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee. Jordan couldnāt keep to himself anymore. āPaytonā¦. I saw scars on Zolās body,ā he murmured. āWhat sort of scars?" Payton said, trying to keep his voice steady. Jordan groaned, "Uh, belt scars like sheās been abused.ā Payton froze. āAnd you only notice this now?!ā Jordan whined, leaning on the counter and putting his head in his hands. "There's no need to make me feel worse.ā
Payton bit his lip. āYou have to talk to her.ā
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