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✮ PROM NIGHT ✮

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You, a complete nerd, have to indulge watching everyone else already pick out their dates for the upcoming prom. You're alone. It doesn't help that the most popular girl in school, Chappell Roan, has been mercilessly bullying you ever since you started attending this school. However, after a brisk conflict, you're placed in detention with her. The rule is; no one gets out until someone apologizes. And, no prom.

w: smut, profanity, etc.

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Chappell Roan.

Chappell Roan.

Chappell Roan.

That name seems to be following you. You see it everywhere. On every damn board, on every school article, during every speech, at every event… It's haunting you. Chappell Roan is the star of your class, and probably the whole school. And she hates you. Your nerdy disposition seems to give her an itch that she scratches by shoving you whenever she walks past you. At this rate, you probably could install pillows on your locker because of how many times she pushes you into it. Your arm is getting sore. If she has a bad day, she might even pin you against the locker by your shirt, spitting profanities straight to your face. You could never wrap your head around the fact why she hates you so much. Is it because you get better grades than her?

It's Friday. The weather has never been better. The Sun is finally shining after weeks of rain and clouds. Everyone is blooming like they're buds on the trees. Except for you. You are like the galanthus. Your head drooping down while everyone else is basking in the sun. You clutch your books between your arms and wander around the hallways. You frequently visit the announcement board. You love to stay up to date about school news. Your eyes light up upon seeing a competition poster. It's a writing competition. Writing has been your passion since childhood. There is an enrollment table for interested students to sign their names. You excitedly grab the pen, pressing it against the paper. Hold on. You abruptly stop. You see her name again. Chappell Roan is already enrolled in this competition. What the hell? As if she has any talents beside being a complete jackass. You sigh in defeat, putting the pen back, giving up on the competition.

Speaking of Chappell, the sound of the bell ringing signals a race with her friends. When the ear piercing sound erupts in the stiff air, you immediately take cover by walking next to a wall. You hear a stampede of running students behind you, each one pushing the other. It's a dangerous mess. Someone could get seriously injured, especially if a collision happens. You shoot a quick look behind you, and sure enough, Chappell is in the lead. You had no time to react before she uses your shoulder to launch herself forward, basically using you as trampoline. You stumble, nearly falling due to the force. You know she workouts, a lot. It's evident in her toned physique. You're ashamed to admit that you often stare and fantasize. Who wouldn't, though? It's Chappell Roan, the absolute badass of this school. Her car, a black Ford Mustang from the 1900s, is always parked by the entrance. A subtle rebellion towards the teachers at the school. You sometimes spot her leaning against the hood of the car, smoking a cigarette in her leather jacket that she boasts about every fucking time. Not to mention that the car is a cabrio. God forbid it's sunny outside, you can literally hear her car radio for miles when her roof is down.

Chappell looks back at you after nearly shoving you to the ground, giving you the finger with her tongue out. Ugh. You grit your teeth in anger, wanting so badly for her to trip and fall, to feel the humiliation she's providing you every waking moment of your life. Your each step grows heavier and heavier, full of rage. You hate that arrogant bitch.

Classroom 13 is known for being one of the biggest classrooms in school. You enter the room with a sigh, already hearing the boys laughing along with Chappell. You roll your eyes upon seeing their new 'invention'. Playing catch with a chair. ''Catch!'' one of the boys shout, throwing the chair towards Chappell. She catches it, obviously having to mimic dumbbell workout. You contain yourself, sitting down at your designated seat. Chappell throws the chair back with so much force. The boy catches it, stumbling backwards with a grunt. ''Jesus… Chappell relax.'' He says with a stern voice. ''Or what?'' Chappell proudly says back, raising her hands. The boy keeps quiet, throwing the chair back to her.

She catches it, with one hand. You scoff. So fucking arrogant. Sudden silence fills the room and you turn your attention back to Chappell. She's now standing with her feet apart and knees slightly bent. Body turned sideways. Her right arm is bent, holding the chair. The left arm is extended outward for balancing and aiming. Uh oh. She's about to seriously launch the chair. The boy has his eyes wide, arms placed in a defensive manner. Shit. Do you say something? This could seriously damage the school property. ''Catch the ball, Ryan!'' She shouts at the boy, Ryan, before launching the chair towards him. He dodges the chair and you cover your ears. The chair collides with the wall, breaking. Chappell and the other guys start laughing about it.

Just as the collision happens, the teacher enters the classroom with a visible frown on her face. She looks at the broken chair and a possible hole in the wall and turns towards the class. Everyone is seated. ''Who the hell did this?!'' She shouts, and some students flinch. Chappell has her hand on her mouth, snickering quietly. You eye her. You won't let her get away with this.

After class, which was filled with misery and shouting from the teacher, you rush towards your class teacher's office. You knock gently, observing your surroundings before entering. You greet the teacher and ask for a private chat. She accepts with a smile and you sit down. ''Everything okay?'' The teacher asks you with a curious look on her face, her hand reassuringly placed on your knee. ''Something happened during English just now…'' The teacher seems even more invested now. ''Chappell threw the chair at the wall and broke it… and… and… she's been making my school days a living hell. Miss…'' You look the teacher in the eyes with a 'please take action' look. ''Miss, Chappell is tormenting me.''

After the private chat, you sneak out of the office and walk to class like nothing happened. It's lunch break now, and from this classroom the school's playground is visible. You watch. Observe. Chappell is smoking a cigarette with her friends when the teacher approaches her. You perk up, your sudden movement catching the attention of your other classmate. She also perks up. The teacher sternly walks towards Chappell and begins shouting. You're unable to make out what she's saying, but based on Chappell's facial expressions, it's no good. You can see that she's also shouting back, which further infuriates the teacher. Chappell is then forced to put out her cigarette and to follow the teacher, which she reluctantly does. The boys are laughing behind her, presumably from the humiliation Chappell just experienced. Fucking finally.

Chappell is absent for the rest of the day.

It's a breath of fresh air. You finally spent your day at school, normally. You walked the halls with no fear, and you even socialized with some of your classmates. It was a great day, really. You are now walking towards your locker, the final bell just rang and everyone is leaving the school. You open your locker, taking out the books you brought with yourself today. In the process, you accidentally drop your key and you put your books back in your locker to pick it up. You bend down, picking the key up, and just as your spine straightened upwards again, you're suddenly slammed into your locker again, the metal shelves inside sending a sharp pain through your back. It's Chappell. Of course it is. Her eyes are watery from rage and you can tell by her grip on your shirt that you're probably going to be needing stitches today.

''You think I don't know you snitched on me?!'' She growls, her knuckles turning white from how hard she's gripping your shirt. You had enough. ''Get your hands off of me!'' You push her away, surprised that you actually managed to do so. Chappell stumbles backwards, her hands clenching into fists. Oh, shit. She swings her fist, punching you square in the face. The force of the punch travels through your whole body, your system shocked by the sheer strength of it. Your legs give out and you fall to the ground, holding your bleeding nose. You have no time to catch your breath before Chappell lifts you up, blood trickling down your face and onto the hallway tiles. She pins you on your locker again, holding you by your shirt. Fucking hell, she's strong. But, your book is stronger. With the last drop of your strength, you reach into your locker, pulling out 'The Count of Monte Cristo'. A book with a hardcover with over 1000 pages. Chappell draws her attention towards the book, confused. You notice her grip on your shirt easens down, and, using her confusion to your advantage, you push her off of yourself once again. She stumbles backwards, and you launch the book towards her. She groans as you hit her in the abdomen and she falls to her knees, holding her injured spot. But, you're not done yet. You walk over to Chappell, ready to give her another good kick in the abdomen, but you're tackled to the ground by her. Chappell gets on top of you, but her face is contorted in pain. She doesn't have much strength left. You hit her good. She coughs, the contraction of it pressing against her injuries. She hisses, reaching with her hand to ease the pain. ''You fucking bitch!'' You say through gritted teeth, your hand grabbing hers, forcing it to push further into her abdomen. The pain she's feeling is unbearable at this point, you watch with delight as her blue eyes begin to shed tears. The tables have finally turned. Your eyes frantically look around, landing on the book. You're going to make sure there's blood on that book, today. You extend your hand out, but it's still out of your reach. You try to wiggle, but Chappell's body is pressing you down. You try to wiggle harder, and she notices. She grabs your hands, pinning them both above your head. Her other hand reaches into her pocket, pulling out a knife. She flicks it open. Shit. It's a dull knife, there's no way she can kill you with that. As if she'd have the balls to do so anyway…

Chappell raises the knife and the panic sets in. Your breathing becomes shallow, your body activating fight or flight. You squirm under her, like a worm on a hook, pleading for your life. Of course, your cries go unheard, as Chappell doesn't give a shit that you're in this situation. You challenged her, and she's going to finish it. But, like Heaven sent you hear the teacher's stern voice ring out through the empty hallway.

''GIRLS!!''

Chappell drops the knife, the metal clanking echoing. She stands up, and so do you. She's holding her abdomen and you're holding your bloody nose. ''Both of you! To my office, now!'' You can hear that the teacher had enough, but you couldn't care less. The only thing that matters to you now is that Chappell will probably be needing bandages. And it's because of you. It's a feeling of pure greatness. She deemed you weak, and you just kicked her ass. Well… she nearly killed you, but, you did more damage to her than she did to you.

The teacher slams the office door shut and the principal is already there. Oh, fuck. He orders the both of you to sit down, and you oblige. Chappell is still holding her abdomen, doing some bitchass act to get a lighter sentence. The teacher gives you tissues for your bloody nose and you use them, watching the white paper turn red immediately. ''What the hell was all this about?'' The principal asks, even he not believing something like this could happen. ''Sir… she started it…'' Chappell mutters weakly, holding her abdomen. ''FUCK you!'' You shout back and the principal immediately raises his voice. ''Hey! Hey! Hey! Both of you! Quit it!'' He crosses his arms and leans back into his chair. ''So… Tell me what happened.'' He looks to you, and you lock eyes with him. You take a deep breath. ''Today, in English, Chappell broke a chair and created a possible hole in the wall. I reported her to the teacher and she attacked me in the hallway. And she tried to stab me!'' You shout in despair, looking towards the teacher for approval. She nods her head, looking at the principal. His attention moves towards Chappell. ''Tell me, Miss Roan, what happened today?'' You can tell by his tone that he doesn't quite believe you. After all, Chappell is the most prestigious student in this school. No way would she ever do something like this. Chappell coughs, her face immediately twitching with pain and you roll your eyes. ''Sir… I didn't break that chair. It was purely an accident. And what went down in the hallway just now… I… I confronted her for falsely reporting me and she just straight up attacked me…'' The principal nods with sympathy. You explode with anger. You shoot up from the chair, your hands slamming down onto the principal's desk. ''WHAT THE FUCK? SHE NEARLY STABBED ME TO DEATH AND YOU'RE BELIEVING THIS CRAP SHE'S SAYING?!'' You yell, your body language matching your words. ''Miss… I'm going to ask you to relax and sit back down.'' The principal speaks calmly, but seriously. ''NO! JUST BECAUSE HER DADDY PAYS FOR EVERYTHING DOESN'T MEAN SHE OWNS THIS FUCKING PLACE!'' This seems to hit Chappell's nerve. She completely drops the act she's playing and stands up, pushing you. ''Shut up, bitch!'' She shouts at you and the principal finally takes action. He also stands up, placing his hands on the desk, leaning forward. ''Both of you are in detention for the rest of the weekend!''

It's Saturday morning and you wake up with a pounding headache. That punch really did wonders to you. You slowly get out of bed, making your way downstairs. Your mother is already waiting in the living room, her hands crossed on her chest. ''Eat something and I'll drive you to your detention.'' She says with a stern voice. You can't believe your own mother doesn't even believe you. ''Mom… You know I didn't do anything.'' You try to reason, but she ignores you. You sigh, opening the fridge and making yourself some plain cereal. You finish eating, get dressed, load your bag with books you'll be reading to pass the time, and get in the car. The drive towards the school is silent, your mother doesn't look at you once, and you keep quiet. It was a painfully long drive. The silence was eating you alive, but you made it to school. Mother leaves you in front and drives away without saying a word. You groan in frustration, slowly entering the school and walking towards the classroom.

The classroom you'll be spending your detention in is number 4. Not bad. You have a good view of the parking and the playground. It's spring, the nature is beautiful and green. Everything's blooming so nicely and the smell of spring always softens you. You sit in one of the chairs, pulling out your books from your bag, setting them aside. You decide to meditate for a little, to prepare your mind for the rest of the day. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath in. Your ears listen to the harmonious sounds of the birds chirping outside. You begin to relax. Your shoulders letting go off the pressure you didn't know you had. Your peaceful solitude is broken by the loud revving of a car. It's Chappell, you know it by the rock music playing on the radio. She parks next to the entrance, nearly knocking down the trash cans. You have no idea how the hell she passed her driving test. She slams the car door shut and begins walking towards the school. You look away and focus on your breathing, trying to get it steady.

Just as you begin to relax again, the class door barges open and Chappell enters. She eyes you down with pure hatred and sits somewhere in the back. Soon after she sits down, the principal enters. ''Now, girls, remember. One of you apologizes and you're both free to go. Prom is tonight. I'm sure you don't want to miss the biggest school event.'' He reminds, before leaving the class. ''Ugh… You see what you did?!'' You shout, turning to face Chappell. She has her feet up on the table, rocking on the chair. ''Relax, princess. As if you even have a date for prom.'' She says with a smirk on her face, snickering quietly. ''Shut up! You don't have a date either!'' You shout back. Chappell crosses her arms. ''I could invite any girl to prom and she'd say yes.'' She boasts, her head held up high. Hold on. Girl? THE Chappell Roan is into girls? ''Any… girl?'' Chappell raises her eyebrows, as if surprised by your question. ''Yeah? Wasn't it… obvious?'' She shrugs and you roll your eyes. ''No? You're mean to everyone, how could I know?'' She perks up on her desk, her feet back on the ground. ''Me? Mean? No. I'm just better than anyone else.'' She shrugs, leaning back on her chair, rocking. You raise an eyebrow and look at her stupid. ''You? Better than anyone else? Oh, please.'' You roll your eyes, deciding that the conversation is over. You turn your back to Chappell and open your book. You hear her scoff behind you and you just slightly raise your head, perking your ears up. ''Yeah. I'm better than anyone else. You think I didn't catch you staring at me many times? Just admit it, you also think that.'' You blush. That's such a silly comment. You hate Chappell Roan. And her boasting. And her personality. And her stupid style. And her pretty hair. And her black Ford Mustang that you want so badly to put your legs in. No, you want her to put your legs in it. Ugh… You shake your head and laugh. ''I stare at you because I want to laugh at how full of yourself you are.'' You reason, your back still facing her. ''But, you love it.'' Chappell says quietly, but just enough for you to hear it. ''I hate it…'' You mutter back, unsure if you even mean that. Do you really hate it? Or do you just hate the fact that you love it?

You hear the loud creaking of her chair. She must've gotten up. You brace yourself, your shoulders tensing up. She walks in front of your desk, placing both hands on it. Her veins are clearly visible and you look down at your desk, face red. She bows her head down to your level, whispering; ''You love it.'' You shake your head once again, burying it in your hands to hide the blush on your face. ''I hate it!'' You repeat yourself once more, this time louder, face still buried in your hands. ''What was that? I couldn't quite hear you because your hands are on your face.'' She obviously teases you, bowing down even closer to your face now. ''I said, I hate it!'' You repeat yourself louder, slamming your hands on the desk, but your head is still looking down. Unsatisfied with your answer, Chappell grabs your chin and tilts it upwards. You're now face to face with her, literally. You're a blushing mess and you can't hide it now.

''I knew it! Ha! You're blushing! You do love it!'' Chappell boasts, clapping her hands together once. Shit. Quick, quick, quick! Think! In reality, you have no time to think before Chappell snatches the book from your hands. ''Is this the book you beat my ass with yesterday?'' She flips it over, revealing the title. ''W-U-T-H-E-R-I-N-G Heights. Watering Heights? What type of book title is that?'' She scoffs. ''Watering Heights… Jesus…'' You roll your eyes. ''It's Wuthering Heights. You give it back now.'' You reach your hand out to take it from her, but she raises her hand up. ''You're going to have to catch me first!'' She shouts, before rushing out of the classroom. You follow suit, screaming. ''Chappell! Wait! We can't leave the classroom!'' No response. She's way faster than you. The only navigation you have is the loud clanking of the chains she attached to her boots.

You hear her slamming the lockers rhythmically with your book screaming the lyrics to 'I Love Rock 'n' Roll' by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. You can't help but laugh at her cliché self.

You manage to catch up with her, now a few steps behind her. You gasp in shock as she starts ripping the school posters plastered on the wall, some of them are student's art pieces. "Jesus Christ, stop!" She responds by singing louder and skipping around, the clanking of her chains echoing with each landing.

During one of her performance jumps, her car keys drop out of her pocket and as she bends down to pick them up, you catch up to her, your arms embracing her figure, preventing her from going any further. You both burst out laughing. "Give me the book back!" You triumph out of breath and she gives you your book back with a smile on her face. A genuine smile. You reflect on all the times she made you feel miserable and hopeless, and now, you're kind of enjoying her company. You hold her as you both continue to laugh, unaware that the principal is just around the corner.

"Chappell Roan!!" His raging voice rings out in the air and you stop laughing, but Chappell continues. "I'll see you both next Saturday, too!" He warns and Chappell flips him off. You slap her hand down, but it was too late. The principal drags both of you back in the classroom, and this time, locks it.

Chappell hits the door with her fist, cursing out the principal. "What a fucking dick!" She groans in anger, giving the door a final kick before sitting down next to you. You lock eyes with her and she makes a grimace, causing you to laugh. "You know... that was really fun." You say, rubbing the back of your neck. "Sure was. Until Mr. Great decided to be a party breaker..." She stands up, bloating her stomach with air and hunching her back, raising a finger. "Chappell Roan! How dare you have fun under my watch?!" She imitates the principal, perfectly hitting his unusual high pitched voice. She stomps around the classroom, still in character, mimicking door locking. "No prom for bad girls!" She boasts in his voice. Chappell walks over to the teacher's desk and sits down, exhaling like the principal does. You snicker at how perfectly she imitates him. For sure, she has been in his office more than she was in class. She opens the desk drawer, pulling out some documents and begins reading them. During her speech, she does the principal's high pitched cough multiple times.

You're laughing your ass off at this point and she seems to be enjoying that. She jumps over the desk, seemingly out of ideas. Her eyes wander around the classroom, scratching her head in curiosity. "I could go for a smoke now." She concludes. "You can't smoke in the classroom..." You say, insecurely, knowing your warning will probably go unheard. "Who says I'll be smoking in the classroom?" Chappell walks over to the big window and opens it. She climbs on top of it, jumping down on the freshly cut grass of the school's playground.

You roll your eyes with a smile as she lights up the cigarette. You walk over towards the window, sitting on the windowsill, your feet dangling out of the window. You sit in a comfortable silence as Chappell bounces around, unable to stand still. "Hm... you know what this reminds me of?" She thinks out loud and you hum in response. "That one scene in Romeo and Juliet." She shrugs, taking a drag, blowing the smoke out. You blush at the thought. "Really? How so?" You ask, genuinely curious. Chappell gets down on one knee, puffing her chest. "Oh, my dear Juliet! Here's to my love. O true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die!" You groan playfully, facepalming yourself. She stands up, proudly. "How'd I do?" "Don't ever do that again, please." You replay back with a smug. "Aw, damn it!" She hits the air, exhaling. Suddenly, her face drops into a mischievous look. Oh no. "Ever heard of the story where Romeo kidnaps Juliet?" She asks with her eyebrow risen. "No-"

You don't even get to finish the sentence before she grabs your leg and begins pulling you down. You gasp, but soon start to laugh as you resist her pull. "Stop it! I'm gonna fall!" You yell through laughter as you begin to loose your balance. You eventually give in and jump down, the ground shock sending a sharp pain through your legs. You hiss through your teeth, holding your legs. "Now you heard the story." She shrugs and you hit her shoulder. "Where'd you even read that?" "I didn't, I just made it up."

Chappell puts out the cigarette on the window, leaving a black stain on it, flicking the cigarette butt somewhere in the grass. You climb inside and sit at your desk, opening your book. Chappell makes a sad facial expression, her shoulders drooping down. "You're not going to talk to me anymore?" You look up at her, confused. "We can talk, but I have to finish reading. Remember the teacher gave us homework to write an essay on this novel?" Her eyes widen. "An essay? On Watering Heights? Pish, who cares?" She leans back into the chair. "Chappell, it's worth 90% of our grade." She looks around confused. "And?" You put the book down. "Well, I don't want you to fail her class. I'll help you." Chappell smirks. "Is this a date invitation?" You sigh. "No, you idiot. It's me saving your ass from failure."

Chappell suddenly becomes serious, her eyes gazing deep into yours. "You're saving... me?" You shrug. "Yeah... I think you aren't that bad after all." You finally admit. "Look, I'm sorry for being such a jerk towards you. I don't know why I did that... I guess I always admired how smart you are compared to other students. I wanted to have your knowledge and I knew that you could outdo me in every subject, so I guess I wanted to get rid of the competition... " You cross your arms over your chest, faking being offended. "Get rid of the competition? You're ridiculous." Chappell looks down, admitting regret. "Yeah, well... I guess nerds aren't that bad after all..." She stops, clearly thinking on what to say next, or even if she should say it. She looks down at the desk, taking a deep breath. "I did it solely because I didn't know how to tell you that I wanted to go to prom with you..."

The bomb is officially dropped and your mouth opens in pure shock. It's 5pm now and the prom is in two hours. You have to make the decision, even though it's pretty clear on what you're going to say. Her eyes meet yours. "Do you... want to go to prom with me?" She blurts out, her eyes immediately looking away from yours. You're taken aback once again. Do you, really? Fuck yes, you do. "Yes! I'd love to go to prom with you!"

Before you know it, you're escaping through the window hand in hand with Chappell. You run through the school playground and crouch walk past the principal's office window. Chappell unlocks her car, even having the time to open the door for you. The principal notices you and shouts out the window, but Chappell turns up the radio, rock music blasting through the air. The principal rushes out of the school, his fist in the air. Chappell revs up her car, speeding off the parking lot while flipping off the principal. Your laugh fills the air as your true happiness finally comes through. If somebody told you you'd be going to prom with your year long bully, you would call them crazy. But, turns out, crazy things do happen. Chappell looks down at her watch. ''So, we have exactly one hour and forty-five minutes to pick out our clothes for the prom. And I know a perfect place for that.''

She parks in front of the 'Textile House Store', neatly getting out of the car and opening the door for you once again. You mumble a shy 'thank you' before following her inside. The interior is filled with various clothing, each sorted in their respective sections. The walls are painted in warm pink with a few floral samples. There's a loud radio in the corner of the store playing current hit songs. Chappell pulls you towards a specific section labeled 'PROM'. Your eyes don't seem to land on anything you like in particular, so you scratch your head in a thoughtful manner. ''Come on, there's bound to be something you like. Look around better.'' Chappell suggest, gently nudging you forward by your back. You rummage through the clothes rack, pulling out many pieces, but still, nothing catches your eye.

Suddenly, through the stereo of the radio, a familiar synthesizer riff kicks off. You instantly recognize the song to be 'Girls Just Want to Have Fun' by Cyndi Lauper. A switch is instantly flipped and your mood increases as your body begins swaying to the music. Soon, almost every piece of clothing becomes interesting to you and you pick out a few. You call Chappell over and ask her opinion. ''Hm... well, this one is out of the game, for sure... Grandma style for prom? Seriously?'' She grabs the floral dress out of your hands and hangs it back onto the rack. ''You know what? Put it all back. I'll help you with the outfit choices.'' She says, crossing her arms over her chest. Your eyes narrow. ''Fine, I trust you.'' You say, your finger pointed towards her. The same song is still playing and Chappell skips around the store to the rhythm with you struggling to keep up. She comes to a halt at the miniskirt section. ''Are you serious?'' Your shoulders droop down in disappointment. She raises her hands, defensively. ''Woah, woah, woah, hold on a second and watch.'' She grabs a black miniskirt and hands it over to you. ''So, get that with a pair of go-go boots'' She says proudly, putting her hands on her hips, like she got the job done. ''Miniskirt and go-go boots?'' You scoff. ''Baby... I can't wear that to prom.'' Her eyes widen. ''Why not!?'' You lower your voice, coming closer to Chappell. ''It's kind of slutty...''

It only took a few kisses for you to change your mind and actually buy the miniskirt, without the go-go boots. 'You'll look too ridiculous' in your own words. You also bought a stylish red blazer and a black vest. Chappell bought a similar vest and blazer, just in a soft gray tone. She also got gray trousers which you were against, but she didn't care.

It's nearly 7pm and prom is just around the corner. The sun started to slowly set itself, painting the sky in bright orange, giving you even more dopamine. Chappell is driving the two of you towards the school, where the prom is going to take place. Her car roof is pulled down and you're enjoying the gentle spring breeze traveling through your hair. Chappell has her left hand placed on your thigh, gently stroking with her thumb. ''Hey, do you think they'll have the prom king and queen competition?'' You wonder out loud, looking at the sky. ''Mhm.'' Chappell nods affirmatively. ''I also heard rumors that some students will be doing the Carrie thing on the winners.'' She snickers. ''The... Carrie thing?'' You ask, confused. You were never that much into horror. ''Yeah. When two students dump a bucket of blood on the winners.'' Her eyes gleam with amusement and you gag. ''Ew... that's just disgusting...'' You shiver at the thought of being covered in blood during such event. ''Oh, come on baby. It doesn't even sound that bad. You'll get that adrenaline rush and you won't even know that you're all bloodied up!'' You eye her, pushing her hand away. ''You're disgusting!'' You snuggle up in the corner of your seat and Chappell sighs, turning up the radio.

Eventually, her car speeds into the parking lot of the school, knocking over a few trash cans. She makes the 'oops' grimace and gets out, opening the door for you. ''Madam-'' She bows down, extending her hand out for you to take it. You take it with a smile and walk hand in hand into the prom hall, which is already filled with half-drunk students. You notice how much people stare, whispering amongst themselves upon seeing who's your prom date, or maybe upon seeing that you're Chappell's prom date. Everyone in school knows about your rivalry, and it's sure a head turner to see you two walking while holding hands. Each glare you get, you glue to Chappell even more, and she gladly embraces your figure, her arm wrapped around your waist.

Chappell greets some of her friends and they express their confusion on the date choice, but you just have your eyes on her, every word her friends say falling onto deaf ears. You begin to tug for Chappell to end the conversation and go to your assigned seats already. She eventually gives in and waves goodbye to her friends. You sit down and Chappell fixes her tie. You rest your head on your hand, admiring her. She gradually becomes insecure, looking around awkwardly. ''Is my tie out of place...?'' You laugh. ''No, no, everything's perfect on you. That's why I'm staring.'' She snickers. ''You'd kill me if I told you where I was staring at during the whole ride here.'' You hit her shoulder. ''Asshole!''

The lights dim lower and a student steps onto the small stage, adjusting the microphone. ''Welcome all students and fellow colleagues... Khm... I...'' The student is obviously nervous and having a stage fright episode. However, other students are impatient and he is booed off of the stage. Ryan takes over the microphone and opens an envelope. ''The principal wrote; Dance now, think later.'' The hall erupts in claps and cheers as the DJ takes over the stage, setting his equipment down. You turn to Chappell, your hands clasped together excitedly. You frown upon seeing her down straight alcohol. ''What?'' She asks, shrugging, setting the cup down. ''What what? Let's dance!'' Chappell reluctantly agrees, taking your hand.

The night slowly becomes a blur as you take a shot with each new song, the dancing exhausting you even further. A few of the students are already slumped over in the corners or in their chairs, but those who are still standing are doing slow dances. The DJ catches on with the atmosphere and changes the mood of his songs. 'Every Breath You Take' by The Police fills the room, Chappell immediately perking up. ''Hey, I love this one!'' She slurs her words, clearly having too much to drink. You scoff. She places her hands on your waist and you rest yours on her shoulders. Your bodies sway in sync with the music, eyes never looking away from one another. Chappell eventually bows down her head, and you accept her kiss. Despite being a total jerk, she's surprisingly gentle with her kisses, her grip on your waist becoming stronger. The alcohol in your system makes your emotions much stronger and something inside you starts burning, begging to be put out. You press your legs together, causing you to accidentally slip a moan out. In response, Chappell's lips move down to your neck, leaving a kiss on every surface. Her hand starts sliding down to your lower back and you push it away. ''Not in here...'' You whisper, bringing her hand back to your waist. You can hear her breathing quicken as she pulls you closer. ''Let's go to my car.'' She whispers back and you can almost hear the desperation in her voice. She obviously wants to explore other parts of your body, too.

You don't remember how, but you're suddenly in the backseat of her car, back leaning against the car door, your head up in the clouds as Chappell continues to lavish your neck with kisses which increase with pressure the further she goes. Your thighs are frantically rubbing together, trying to ease the burning desire. Chappell is very aware of how wet you are, her hand teasingly grasping your underwear. ''Uh... please...'' You breathe out, unable to control your breathing. She seems to oblige without a word, her eyes locking with your narrowed ones. She pulls down your skirt along with your underwear, slowly sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt. The newfound pleasure nearly pushes you over the edge, your hips buckling upwards. You want to feel more and more of her. You need to. Her fingers begin to slide in and out and her thumb is applying gentle pressure on your clit. Your eyes dwell with tears of pleasure, your hips now buckling upwards faster. Chappell places her free hand on your hip, preventing you from further movement. You squirm under her, the pleasure you've been feeling increasing down a little. Until, you feel her tongue slide over your folds and then inside. Your back arches like a cat as you let out moan after moan, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, the pressure you're applying bursting your lip, drawing blood. Each one of her licks is bringing you closer and closer to climax. You reach out your shaky hand, pushing Chappell's head further down. Your fingers tangle in her hair as she brings out her hand, sliding a finger in. Her tongue is now lapping over your clit and her finger is fucking your cunt. You're a moaning mess at this point and hearing her low moans only further pushes you. ''Fuck... I'm going to...'' You murmur, voice shaky and incoherent, body rhythmically riding her fingers. Chappell quickens her pace and you're finally pushed over the edge. A shockwave surges through your body, a near scream escaping your lips. Chappell kisses you, sharing your juices in between tongues, whispering quiet praises each second. She's leaning against you, her lower part of the body in between your thighs, grinding herself on you. You're overstimulated and the fabric of her trousers are like needles and pins. You push her away, placing your hand on her cheek. ''Can we go home now?'' You plead, further slumping down on the seat. ''Of course.'' She says, fixing her tie and leaving the car to sit in the driver's seat. You decide to stay in the backseat, slowly drifting away to sleep.

The next morning, or the next day, you wake up in a unfamiliar place. Your eyes flutter open and you look around. The room is filled with band posters, guitars, vinyl, cds, vhs tapes and video games. The bed you're lying down on is completely black. Black pillow case and blanket. However, in the stiffness of it all, you recognize the familiar embrace of your now girlfriend Chappell Roan.

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JOB? DONE!

⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰ You've had some issues with the air conditioning system in your house and the heat is melting away your sanity. Your husband isn't much of use, so you decide to look through some ad flyers to help find someone to fix your air conditioning and make your summer less miserable. ⊱ ────── {⋅. ✯ .⋅} ────── ⊰

𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪 Inspired by Chappell's promo posters for The Giver. If it wasn't obvious. Thinking about making my next post inspired by Lost Records: Bloom & Rage- If anyone has played that game fully, PLEASE hmu I have NO ONE to talk about it, AND I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. thank you mwah, enjoy reading! (excuse any errors i'm exhausted)

''Ugh! Damn it!'' You hit the air conditioner with a wrench, your final sign of surrender. You are once again defeated by household devices. You have been trying to fix this damn thing for weeks now! Strangely, one day, the conditioner wasn't providing as much cold air as it did days before, making you sweat uncontrollably. The heat is making you nauseous to a certain degree. Your body physically can't endure the heat anymore.

''Hey, babe? Could you get this checked out, please?'' You shout from up the stairs, where the conditioner is, to your husband. The frantic sound of a bag zipping up gives you a clear vision of his response. ''Sorry, honey! I'm late, I have to go.'' He calls from the living room as he starts running up the stairs. He places a plain kiss on your lips before mumbling a quick ''I love you'' and leaving the house. Classic. You murmur an annoyed ''I love you too'' back.

You sigh in determination, ready to take on the cold air beast once more. Your hand slips inside of the machine, wrench gripped between your fingers as you twist it. And twist it. Still nothing. The damn thing won't even start at this point. You grip the wrench in frustration, your knuckles turning white due to the force. Your blood is boiling with rage and the heat isn't helping. You give up, throwing the wrench on the floor, creating a loud metallic thud.

You make your way down the stairs, thinking about your useless husband and how he's not capable of fixing an air conditioner, let alone making you feel good. ''This is who I'm married to?!'' You think out loud, plopping on the couch. Your hand rests on your forehead, feeling the heat of your body's temperature. Your tired eyes wander around the living room, landing on the small glass table next to the couch. At least your husband brought the mail in. You pick up the various ad fylers and begin flipping through them. Most of them bombarded you with huge ''SALE!'' signs in bright red from stores no one buys from anymore. You sigh, getting up from the couch to throw them in the trash. As you walk, you continue to flip through the fylers, eventually landing on something interesting.

You throw away the rest of the fylers, keeping a single one in your hands. You chuckle to yourself as your read the fyler. ''YOUR WIFE'S HOT, I'LL FIX HER AIR CONDITIONER. CALL 620-HOT-TO-GO. I GET THE JOB DONE!'' This fyler was definitely made for you. Your eyes land on the woman in the fyler, lingering for a moment. The woman in the image is dressed in construction style attire, wearing a bright orange hard hat that is slightly tilted on her head. With that, she's also wearing a high-visibility safety vest in neon yellow with reflective silver stripes. Her hair is long and curly, makeup bold. In her hands a red and black power drill, giving a confident pose. Hell yeah.

You grab your phone and dial the number. You listen to the ringing sound for a few moments before the woman picks up. The sound of teeth brushing paired with muffled music somewhere in the background fills the silence. The woman spits the toothpaste out and speaks up. ''This is Chappell Roan speaking. How may I be of service?'' Oh, wow. Her voice is… attractive.

''Hi…'' You begin, gathering your thoughts. ''I found your ad and… I could use a little help with the air conditioning system in my house. It stopped blowing cold air last week. My husband's no use, really. The heat's getting to me. Can you help?'' On the other side of the line, Chappell's already packing up her tools, swaying to the music on the radio. ''Of course I can help! It's my job to make unhappy wives happy.'' She chuckles, and you laugh in response. Whatever that means. ''I'd appreciate if you come by next week, but if you can't, that's okay.'' Chappell chuckles once again. ''I'm just getting in my car. What's your address again?'' Alright. This is certainly something. You give her your address and she assures you she'll be here in fifteen minutes.

Indeed, fifteen minutes later, you hear a car pulling up into your driveway. You rush outside to greet the repairer. Loud classic rock music echoes through the empty street as Chappell opens the car door and steps outside. With the door now shut, the music turns off. She grabs the toolbox from the backseat and comes up to you. She extends her hand out for a handshake and you awkwardly shake her hand. ''It's a pleasure meeting you, miss.'' She exclaims and you nod your head with a smile. ''You too… uh…'' She chuckles. ''It's Chappell.'' ''Pleasure meeting you too, Chappell.''

You lead her inside and point towards the air conditioner. ''Phew… it's as hot in here as it is outside…'' Chappell says, placing her forearm on her already damp forehead. ''I know, it's horrible! I'll go get you a chair.'' You bring in the chair and Chappell uses it to get to the air conditioner's level. Her toolbox is open and laid neatly on the windowsill. You watch as she pulls out a screwdriver from the toolbox, prying open the front panel, revealing the filter clogged in dust. ''Ah! Thought so!'' Chappell exclaims, setting down the screwdriver. ''Ever cleaned this big boy?'' You awkwardly rub the back of your neck. ''No…'' ''Well, you should have. The filter's clogged, preventing the cold air from coming out. Don't worry, I'll get it fixed.''

Chappell sets the panel aside, exposing the clogged filter fully. She carefully takes out the filter, handing it to you. ''Go wash it, under cold water.'' You nod and rush to do so. The rinse under the cool water sent a cloud of dust down the drain. You place the filter on the towel to dry and reunite with Chappell. She seems to be squinting into the depths of the conditioner, feeling around with the screwdriver.

She's wearing a white tank top which greatly exposes her tattoos, and her toned physique. You find yourself rather staring. You watch how her muscles shape each time she moves her arm or leg. God. Your husband is a lanky prick, and this woman is everything he's not. She notices your staring and smirks down at you, her eyes wandering around you. You look away, embarrassed. A familiar feeling engulfs your body and mind. Hm. Something you felt when you first met your husband, however that feeling with him is long gone now. Perhaps, a spark of sorts?

Chappell grabs a small flashlight from the toolbox and aims it inside of the conditioner. ''Hm, everything else seems to be intact. Just put back the filter when it dryes and that should be it.'' You breathe a sigh of relief. ''Oh, thank God. Miserable summer is finally over!'' She smiles at your comment. ''Glad I could help.'' Carefully getting down from the chair, Chappell closes her toolbox and walks past you towards the front door. Upon opening the front door, she is hit by the force of a strong summer storm, stumbling backwards. Refreshing cold air fills the house, but you swiftly close the front door upon seeing the pool of rain that already formed at the entrance.

''Oh my… haven't had one of those in a while.'' You comment, grabbing the towels from the bathroom to soak up the puddle of rain. However, Chappell is pinching the bridge of her nose. ''Damn it… I forgot my umbrella. Hey miss, do you think I could borrow one of your spare umbrellas? I'll return them tomorrow.'' No way you'll let her outside during this weather. So, you suggest a better idea. ''You can stay here until the storm passes. My husband travels for work, he's not home often.'' You offer, hoping for a positive response. It does get lonely with a traveling husband. ''Oh? It's not trouble, really. It's a short walk. I best be go-'' Chappell walks away while talking, but you grab her wrist, stopping her. ''Chappell, please… I'd love some company.'' You plead and she sighs with a smile. ''Okay, okay, fine.'' She grabs your hand and you lead her into the living room. ''Sorry about the mess… wasn't expecting anyone today.'' Chappell looks around. ''What mess?'' ''Well, the floor isn't mop-'' ''Shush. As if I'm any better, and I have guests all the time!''

You spend the rest of the stormy afternoon with Chappell, watching movies and having fun in general. You never felt this good with someone, let alone your husband. You wish she could stay forever. You wish. The raging storm outside seems to have eased down by the time your attention shifted to something else other than Chappell. You draw the curtains open, revealing the soaked street, but no more rain in sight. ''Hey, look! The rain stopped finally!'' You exclaim with a smile. But, your smile fades upon seeing Chappell already picking up her toolbox and making her way towards the front door. You follow her.

''I hope I was good company. Not used to having my work days look like this. Thank you, miss.'' She puts her hand on her heart, bowing down slightly. A simple gesture of pure gratitude. But, you can't let her go just yet. Chappell reaches for the front door, but you grab her wrist once more. She turns to you with a curious look on her face and you waste no seconds. Fuck the marriage anyway. You kiss your repairer, in a way you've never kissed your husband. Chappell is taken aback, but quickly catches on, laying the toolbox down on the stairs to wrap her hands around your waist. The kiss is quick, but definitely leaves a sweet taste on your lips after she pulls away.

''Here.'' She hands you a piece of paper with her number on it. ''If you need a job done, call me.'' She winks at you before finally leaving.

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LITTLE SECRET ★

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you and chappell have been apart from each other because of her rapid success in the music industry and her ongoing tour. the distance drove both of you crazy, so she decides to come back home as a surprise, unaware that her actions will have consequences. overwhelmed by the turn of the events, you help her relax. in your way.

w: smut. again.

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

this idea came to me randomly and i had this in my drafts for a while now, so i decided to finish it for some reason, don't know why. of course, enjoy reading mwah! 𓆩♡𓆪

You roll over in bed for the hundredth time already, your tired eyes being unable to close for the night. Your body is aching for something familiar, a simple warm embrace from your girlfriend, Chappell, who is currently on her mega popular first world tour. She has been gone for two weeks now and you're losing your mind over it. Sure, she has been calling you multiple times a day, but it's a different thing from when you can just reach out and touch her, hug her. Your eyes dart across the dark room, landing on her synthesizer. Memories flood back into your brain like a river, and you remember the time when she was just… yours. Your little secret.

''Okay, this one's called Pink Pony Club!'' You can still hear her excited voice echo through the room as she presented you this song. Of course you're extremely proud of her success, especially of that song, but you can tell that this whole tour is taking a toll on her. Obviously, it's hard to notice that when she's performing, but it's there. Whether it be the look in her eyes or her body language, you notice it all. You toss again, lying on your front and burying your face into the pillow, hugging it tightly. You miss your girlfriend. A lot.

On the other side of the country, Chappell just finished her seventh show. She stumbles into her unnecessarily luxurious hotel room and tosses her bag in the corner. Standing in the middle of the room, she takes in the deafening silence. The exhaustion from the tour schedule weighed heavily on her shoulders, but the solitude added a different kind of weight.

She misses her home, her city, and most importantly, she misses you. The constant whirlwind of performing, traveling, and media appearances had left her feeling disconnected from the life she used to have. With heavy steps, she made her way towards the bed, sinking onto the soft mattress. The familiar feeling of the sheets against her skin did little to soothe her. The empty space beside her felt like a gaping hole, a constant reminder of your absence.

She glances at her phone, resisting the urge to call you once again. She didn't want to worry you with her own struggles and insecurities and besides, it is too late anyway. Chappell tosses and turns multiple times, unable to close her eyes and just rest for once, sleep evading her again. She couldn't shake the longing that has been plaguing her for days. She slowly got out of bed, walking towards the big window. She throws open the curtains and stands by the window, her tired eyes gazing out into the night. The streets below are quiet and still, a contrast to the chaotic energy of the show she had just performed. She places her hands on the windowsill, the cool surface grounding her slightly.

Her gaze lifts towards the sky, and a flash of light caught her eye. One star seemed to shine brighter than the others, standing out against the blackness of the night. Chappell stares at it for a moment, thinking. In her current state of exhaustion and loneliness, she couldn't help but see something special in that single, flickering light. In that moment, the longing in her heart overshadows everything else. She couldn't fight it any longer. Without hesitation, she grabs her phone and begins searching for last-minute flights back to her hometown. Whatever the cost, she needs to be with you and within minutes her bags are packed and she checks out of the hotel room, calling a taxi to the airport.

Chappell steps out of the taxi, the cool night air refreshing against her skin. She quickly enters the airport, her eyes scanning the signs, looking for the flight information for her plane. She navigates the airport, making her way to the check-in desk. Once she has her boarding ticket and luggage checked in, she finds herself a quiet spot to sit and wait for the announcement to start boarding. Chappell takes a seat, her fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against her leg. She glances around at the sea of faces surrounding her, each person seemingly absorbed in their own world. The minutes seemed to drag on as she waits, her mind racing with thoughts of you. She tries to distract herself by scrolling through her phone, but everything seems dull and uninteresting without you.

Finally, Chappell hears the announcement for her flight over the intercom. The sound snaps her back to reality, and immediately, her heart begins to race. This is it. She is going to see you soon. She hands her ticket to the attendant and takes a seat on the plane. She settles into the somewhat uncomfortable seat, and her mind begins to wander, imagining all the ways she could surprise you in the middle of the night.

As the plane takes off, Chappell settles deeper into her seat for the 3-hour flight. The take-off itself seems to take an eternity, the plane slowly climbing into the night sky. Once the seatbelt sign has been switched off, she leans back in her seat, staring out the window at the endless dark sky. The stars above are bright and numerous, a comforting sight. The world around her suddenly seems to quiet down as her eyes close.

Chappell is shook awake by the voice of the captain over the intercom. The plane has begun its descent into her hometown. She blinks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she re-oriented herself. The last few hours had passed in a blur, and she is relieved to see that they are finally landing. She nearly jumps out of the plane as she pushes her way through the crowd of people, her legs finally reaching the hard pavement. She quickly stops a nearby taxi, tells the address and orders him to drive as fast as possible. She needs to see you.

The taxi driver parks outside of her home, your home. She quietly gets out of the car, her hands rummaging through her pockets for the spare key you gave her the moment you two moved into this house. She swiftly clicks the door open and slowly enters the house. As Chappell quietly slips into the house, her eyes adjusted to the dark. The familiar smell of home envelops her, and a sense of comfort washes over her.

She pauses for a moment in the doorway, listening to the soft sound of your steady breathing coming from the bedroom. The sight of you asleep in the bed, curled up under the covers, it tugs at her mind. Slowly, Chappell makes her way across the room, careful not to make a sound. She pauses beside the bed, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you slept. She couldn't help but smile as she remembers the countless nights spent right here, in this very bed, enjoying the warmth of your body pressed against hers. You are completely oblivious to the feeling of the mattress sinking as Chappell slowly lowers herself into the bed next to you, her body automatically molding itself around yours. She snuggles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards her. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sound of your breathing, finally putting her to rest.

The sun is slowly rising outside, its warm rays of light seeping through the crack in the curtains. Chappell's eyes slowly open, and for a moment, she was disoriented. But then she felt you stirring beside her, and she remembers where she is. She actually did it. It wasn't a dream. She ditched the whole tour just for you. A soft smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she watches you wake up, your eyes slowly opening to meet hers.

As your eyes slowly start adjusting to the sight of Chappell, they suddenly widen in both shock and surprise. For a moment, you just stare at her, mouth agape, eyes wide, unable to perceive if this is a dream or real life. Chappell chuckles softly at your reaction, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. ''Good morning, baby.'' She speaks softly, having just woken up. You are still in shock, reaching to rub your eyes.

She is still here, right next to you. Even when you blinked hard a few times.

You lunge at her, attacking her face with kisses. Chappell chuckles as you kiss every inch of her face; ''Baby-'' she manages to choke out, still laughing. However, her laughter quickly turns into a sigh of surrender as you continue your assault on her face. She playfully pushes at your arms, trying to deflect your kisses, but eventually gives in.

''Baby, baby, please…'' she manages to say between giggles, her voice filled with mock annoyance. ''You're going to suffocate me!!''

You finally pull away, grinning down at her. Chappell pretends to be upset, but her smile gives it all away. ''You're ridiculous.'' she says, shaking her head. ''But I love you anyway.'' You laugh, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. ''I love you too.'' You then rest your chin on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her waist.

As you nestle your chin onto her shoulder, you wonder aloud, ''So, baby, I thought you were supposed to be in the middle of your world tour right now?'' Chappell lets out a sigh, her shoulders lifting and falling under your arms. ''Well,'' she begins. ''I missed you so fucking much. I couldn't stand being away from you anymore…'' She holds you tighter after saying those words, but you still have more questions. ''And your label? They just allowed you to stop in the middle of your tour?''

Chappell sighs once again, her gaze trailing off. ''Actually…'' She pauses, as if hesitating, but eventually continues. ''I didn't get permission from my label. I kind of just… left. I knew they wouldn't let me get off early, so I just caught the last flight back home.''

You lift your head up from her shoulder, in complete shock. ''Chappell… are you serious? You can't just leave like that! You put your career at risk… because of me?'' Chappell meets your gaze, the slick smile now replaced with a serious expression. ''Yes. Yes I did put my career at risk because of you, and no I don't regret it. My career means nothing if I can't be with you. I couldn't keep putting my career before us.'' You take her hand, lacing your fingers through hers. ''What about the label?'' Chappell smiles. ''Fuck the label.''

You smile and lean in, cupping her face in your hands, and kissing her softly. Her lips move against yours in a familiar way. Just by this alone you could tell she missed you. You slide your fingers through her hair, cradling her head as you explore her mouth. However, the moment is broken by a faint buzzing sound. Chappell groans against your lips, reluctantly pulling away from you, her gaze finding the device on the bedside table.

''Great…'' she mutters, rolling her eyes. ''It's my manager.''

Chappell reaches over and grabs her phone, answering the call with a loud sigh. ''Yeah, this is Chappell.'' Immediately, staticky yelling fills the comfortable silence and Chappell actually distances the phone from her ear because of how loud it is. ''Where are you?! The show starts in two hours, you have to get ready!'' Chappell grits her teeth, her eyes narrowing as she listens to the ranting on the other end of the line. She finally cuts him off, absolutely annoyed, ''Ugh, come off it, you blowdried jackass! I'm done with your fucking tour. I don't care if you're pissed or if the label is 'losing money'. My well-being is far more important than your cheap ass making money off of me! So, do me a favor and shove it!''

She hangs up the phone, throwing it on the bedside table. Chappell tosses the blanket off of her and stands up, letting out a frustrated groan before stomping off out of the bedroom. What the hell was that? You follow suit, calling for her, but she ignores you. ''Chappell, wait!'' You know how serious her tantrums can get, so you best try and calm her. Giving the kitchen table a hard kick, Chappell sits down on the chair and buries her face in her hands, clearly overwhelmed. You hate seeing her like this. You have to do something.

You slowly walk behind her, your arms enveloping her in a tight hug from behind. Lowering yourself, you softly whisper in her ear; ''Relax, it's going to be okay.'' Chappell shakes her head. ''I can't relax.'' She murmurs quietly, on a verge of tears. ''I can help you with that. Would that make you feel better, hm baby?'' You suggest, your hands trailing down her body. Chappell wordlessly nods her head, giving you the green light.

You move her hair from the side of her neck, your lips leaving a trail of kisses along it. Your every kiss seems to get more rougher as your hands now grip her hips, holding her in place. Chappell inhales sharply, throwing her head back, giving you even more access. Her hand tangles in your hair, seemingly pulling you even deeper into her. You gently bite and suck on the sensitive skin leaving a red mark. And another. A subtle moan escapes her lips at the sudden contact, your hands slowly working their way down her body. Your fingers steadily tugging at the waistband of her pants. ''Please…'' Chappell whines, craving your touch more than ever. Your hands move upwards again, but she grabs them and pulls them back down, right where she wants them to be. You chuckle at her desperation, but decide to give her what she needs.

Your hand slides down her pants, your fingers moving gently against the thin fabric of her underwear. ''Baby, please…'' She whines once again, thrusting her hips forward to try and create more friction, but your other free hand snakes around her, grounding her to the chair. ''Patience.'' You whisper.

Without warning, you move her underwear to the side, burying your fingers deep inside her. The sudden movement causes her body to jerk, her hips immediately thrusting forward. As the action pushes you deeper, her walls begin to clench around your fingers. The wetness of her arousal soaks your fingers and you can't help but feel a surge of excitement. You continue to thrust your fingers in and out, the sensation of her tightness driving you insane. ''Faster…'' Her moans grow louder, her body arching up, hips bucking against your hand as she tries to get closer to the edge.

With your fingers still buried deep inside her, you begin to move your hand in a circular motion, rubbing against her G-spot. Her moans become rapid and hicked as you push her closer and closer to her climax. As soon as you felt her muscles tightening around your fingers, you knew she had reached her peak. Her rapid breathing turns into a long, drawn-out moan, her thighs clenching around your hand. Once she's relaxed, you slowly pull your fingers out, leaving her feeling empty and wanting more. But, that's for later.

Chappell pants in ecstasy as you smile down at her. ''Feeling better?'' You ask, bending down and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. ''Yeah.'' She breathes out, slumping on the chair even more.

''Tell you what. I could be your new manager.''

[gothicallybright]

POWER DRILL MASSACRE (1)

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you, your girlfriend chappell and your friends decide to go out camping by the lake during one hot summer day. you had no idea that in the woods around the lake there was a maniac on the loose, who will do anything he can do to finish you off one by one, with a power drill. set in the 1980s.

w: gore, murder, intimacy (making out, etc.)

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

finaaaaaaaaaaaally back. life's been quite interesting so i had to take a step back from writing for some time. i'm glad you continued to read my shit even after i was gone, thank you. i love slashers and everything horror, so i decided (tried) to write a slasher fiction inspired by 80s slashers and by power drill massacre. a game by puppet combo, one of my favorite game devs ever. i'm not sure how you guys will like this one, but if it performs well, i'll write a part two. excuse any errors i didn't have time to re-read it properly.

also, ''ditto'' is a slang meaning me too. not a pokemon.

enjoy reading! 𓆩♡𓆪

Chappell drove swiftly through the still countryside towards the lake in the forest. You were in the passanger seat, screaming out your lungs to the radio. Your other four friends; Jake, Tyler, Maya and Sarah were in the back, having their usual playfighting, you ocassionally chimed in to fuel the fire even more. The old pick-up truck that Chappell was driving wasn't the best, but it was good enough to take you to the desired location, which was everything you needed. You and Chappell were looking forward to something like this, but just the two of you. However, you couldn't turn down the offer to bring along your best friends too. You dreamt of having a summer like this, just like you had seen in the movies.

Chappell turned right into the forest, following the signs which were leading her to the lake, your desired location. It was your idea to go camping, you thought it would be more private and less rules to follow, and of course, everyone agreed. The old pick-up truck came to a halt as Chappell announced loudly that you've arrived.

Everyone quickly rushed out, carrying their bags and whatnot. Chappell grabbed the tents from the trunk and placed them on the clearing in the forest. The lake was glimmering in the light and the birds were chirping. It was just perfect. Tyler, to everyone's surprise, brought a portable radio, setting it on the nearby tree stump. He turned on the most lively radio station and everyone began handling the tents.

Soon, the sun began setting behind the dense forest that surrounded the lake, painting the sky in deep shades of orange, and with that, the last tent was finally secured into place. Tyler stood back, hands on his hips, as he surveyed the campsite. You and Chappell set up the fire that was now burning brilliantly, casting a flickering glow across the clearing. "Not bad for a bunch of city kids," Tyler commented, turning to his friends with a wry grin.

"City kids, huh?" Sarah teased, sticking her tongue out at him from her spot by the fire. "I'll have you know I spent two whole weeks at my grandma's farm last summer." She said with pride, a clear sarcasm in her tone. Tyler rolled his eyes, "Pfft, two weeks on a farm? Oh my God, Sarah! You're practically a farmer now! Guess I better watch out, or you'll start wearing overalls and cowboy boots."

Sarah huffed in mock offense, "Oh, real original. I'll have you know I look damn good in overalls." As if to emphasize her point, Sarah dramatically struck a pose, pulling her knee up to her chest and placing her hands on her hip. The others burst into laughter. Tyler chuckled, leaning back against a tree. "Hey, I never said you wouldn't look good. I'm just saying, you might start speaking with a southern drawl and telling us about hay bales and tractor rides."

Then, Jake chimed in from the other side of the fire. "Hey, I like hay bales. They're like the perfect cushions for all the make-out sessions you don't have!" Sarah let out a loud laugh, while Tyler pretended to look hurt. "Low blow, man."

They continued bantering back and forth until the sun had fully set, the sound of crickets and frogs filled the air. Night had officially settled, the sky now a deep black. You and your friends huddled together by the fire, roasting marshmallows and passing around a pack of beers that Jake had sneakily tucked into his backpack. Chappell's arm was casually draped around your shoulders, her touch protective and affectionate as her other hand held a beer.

Maya, who was carefully rotating a perfectly golden marshmallow over the fire, winced as it suddenly burst into flames. "Shit! I overdid it." She withdrew the burnt marshmallow on a stick, pouting. "Ugh, this thing is ruined! Can anyone spare another one?" Tyler couldn't help but laugh as he watched Maya's marshmallow go up in flames. He held out another marshmallow to her. "Here you go, try to resist the urge to cremate this one." The group chuckled.

As the night wore on, the group continued to talk about school, music, and their plans for the summer, the laughter and easy conversations creating a fun, carefree atmosphere. Soon, yawns slowly started to crop up. Everyone was getting tired, your head leaning against Chappell's shoulder as she held you close to her.

Tyler stretched, releasing a yawn. "I'm beat, guys. Think I'm gonna turn in for the night."

Jake nodded in agreement, "Yeah, me too. My eyelids are getting real heavy."

Sarah yawned loudly, "Ditto. Can't keep my eyes open much longer."

Maya, who was looking increasingly tired, added, "Me three. I can barely keep my head up."

"Alright you guys, goodnight." You said and Tyler made a joke about you and Chappell 'using protection'. Classic Tyler.

Your friends settled into their tents, Tyler and Jake in one tent and Sarah and Maya in another. It was just you and Chappell now, surrounded by the thick woods and the still lake. The radio was still playing low tunes.

The flames were now lazily dancing, casting a faint glow. You lifted your head up and glanced over at Chappell, looking at how the soft glow of the fire moved across her features, making her look even more beautiful. She noticed you looking and your faces were now inches apart. You wasted no seconds in connecting your lips to hers. The kiss was gentle at first, soft and tender, but soon it grew more intense. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in your hair.

The intesity of the kiss nearly left you breathless as you suddenly seemed to forget about the campsite, your friends and the surrounding woods. Your focus was only narrowed down to the feel of Chappell's body against yours and the taste of her lips. Your hands roamed up her back, pulling her tightly against your body, as if trying to erase any space between you. Her lips left yours, trailing down your jawline and to your neck. She pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, her tongue teasing. You were driven insane by the intense pleasure and your lips parted slightly, letting out soft moans. Chappell's hand slipped under your shirt, her fingertips moving slowly across your skin, savoring every second, as if she hasn't done that many times before.

Eventually, Chappell pulled back slightly, but she still remained inches apart. Her eyes were still focused on your lips. ''We should go to sleep.'' she whispered, her voice hoarse. Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, and she kissed you one last time. You and Chappell stood up, she grabbed your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours as you both walked back towards your tent.

Once inside, you both snuggled close to each other before zipping the tent shut. Chappell sighed and wrapped her arms around your waist, the warmth of her body pressed so close to you was soothing. Your eyelids eventually grew too heavy for you to keep them open, so you slowly drifted off to sleep.

In the dead of night, you stirred and jolted up from your slumber. You were woken up by a persistent noise in the night. Due to your mind still being fogged by sleep, you were unable to identify the source of the noise. You sat up even more, trying to place the noise. As your ears focused on the sound, it was clear that it was footsteps, and it sounded like they were just circling around the campsite. A cold sweat brushed over you, your heart thumping at the thought of who or what might be making the noise.

You gently nudge Chappell, who was asleep beside you. "Chappell," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. "Baby, wake up."

Chappell stirred, her eyes lazily opening as she slowly came back to consciousness. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily, rolling over to face you.

"Listen." You signaled to her and her body shifted to a more upright position, focusing on the sound. Sure enough, the footsteps continued, walking slowly. The fire outside died long ago, making it hard to see outside in the pitch black.

"Oh, it's probably Tyler or Jake or someone getting up to take a piss, relax." You weren't happy with her response. "It can't be them! They've been walking around for a while now!" You whisper-yelled, your voice painted with a hint of concern. Chappell placed a reassuring hand on your cheek, her thumb brushing it lightly. She looked straight into your eyes. "Want me to go check?" She offered and you nodded slowly. She got up from her sleeping bag, unzipping the tent. "Be careful." You warned and she left the tent.

Silence. Chappell's footsteps had mixed with those of whoever was walking outside and it was hard for you to pinpoint who is who. You held your breath, listening to every detail. The anxiety was choking you and you peered your head outside from the tent. Chappell was walking back towards the tent, she shrugged, indicating that she didn't find anyone. You were put at ease and you welcomed her into your arms once more.

"It's probably an animal." She said, and your heart relaxed.

Not even fifteen minutes later, the footsteps were more intense and it sounded like the animal was walking right next to your tent. It slowly passed the tent and made its way towards Jake's and Tyler's tent. Then, like an arrow through the target, a loud noise pierced the silence in the night. It was the sound of a power drill starting. You and Chappell shot up from your sleeping bags, confused. What the hell?

Then, the most guttural screaming erupted in the night. Upon hearing the scream, you and Chappell scrambled out of your sleeping bags, panic and dread coursing through you.

"What?…" Chappell breathed, her voice trembling. You could hear the terror in her voice, a mirror to your own fear.

Another guttural scream pierced the night, followed by a chorus of panicked voices coming from Tyler and Jake's tent.

You soon identified the screaming to be Jake's. The power drill sounded like it had been plunged into something rough, drilling with intense force and strength. Tyler began screaming his head off and you heard the manic sound of footsteps running away. The seriousness of the situation hit you and Chappell like a brick. The two of you unzipped the tent and stepped outside. It was still pitch black outside, but Jake and Tyler's tent was open and the sound was coming from inside the tent. The sound of the power drill was getting more and more intense. It sounded like it was drilling into a rock and someone was moving it back and forth, creating this scraping noise against the rough surface. You also noticed that Jake wasn't screaming anymore.

You slowly tiptoed towards the tent while Chappell went to get Maya and Sarah.

You peered your head inside, the sound of the drill nearly deafening you.

There was a freakishly tall man in dirty white clothing standing over Jake, his hand wielding a power drill that was plunged deep into Jake's skull. You watched the man move the drill back and forth inside his skull, splitting it in half. Brain matter splattered over the floor and the inside of the tent was painted in blood red. The man's clothing was also stained as he mercilessly continued to do his work. You choked the urge to scream.

You were suddenly pulled out of the tent by Chappell. Maya and Sarah were standing near the exit of the clearing. You were trembling in Chappell's arms, mumbling and sobbing quietly. "Jake… he…" You mumbled and Chappell quietly began calming you down as she dragged you towards the exit. Your brain flashed all the memories you had with Jake, he was one of your childhood friends and you just watched his skull get split in half. You were unable to contain yourself and you let out a loud cry, falling to your knees. Chappell began shushing you as she helped you up on your feet, but it was too late. The drilling sound stopped. Chappell quickly dragged you into a nearby patch of bushes and ducked down with you, placing a hand over your mouth to silence you.

There was silence for a few moments until Maya and Sarah started screaming. You peered your head out from the bushes and saw the man running towards the direction of the screaming, manic footsteps echoing against the ground. He was too fast. He caught Sarah. You quickly ducked down again. You couldn't bear watching another one of your friends get murdered. A loud thump was heard and you could only guess that Sarah was thrown on the ground. She began screaming for help, calling out your name specifically. Your heart was now tugging at your subconscious. You wanted to just get up and help her, but you couldn't. Chappell held you tightly, looking at you as if you're crazy after you suggested helping Sarah. The drill started again and you covered your ears, muffling the sickening noise of the skull cracking beneath the power of the drill.

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FAVORITE PLAYER ★

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chappell is the star player of your school's basketball team. you hate her deeply because of her self-centered attitude. and that's exactly why she likes you. soon, she becomes your favorite player. enemies to lovers, in other words.

w: masturbation, public intimacy (all in all, smut)

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

insanely proud at this since this was a requested scenario. i had so much fun writing this it's unreal. also, chappell is tall in this bcs her short ass is NOT drilling basketball. oh, and one more thing. some of you people really don't know how to read so i'm going to say it once again. men, boys whatever, stay the fuck away from my page. 𓆩♡𓆪

The gymnasium is packed with students cheering on the home team. Chappell, number 26, is leading the court, shooting three-pointers and scoring points. On the sidelines, you, the media manager, is hurriedly following all the other players with your camera, trying to take the perfect shot for the school's blog.

The game continues, the score close, and the tension in the gymnasium is palpable. The fans are on the edge of their seats, cheering every basket. Both of the teams are giving their all for this game, after all it's a qualifying round. Your camera was pressed to your face the whole time, so much that you didn't even notice Chappell stumbling towards you backwards after landing wrong on her feet following an attempt to score. She collided with you so hard you nearly dropped your precious camera.

''Hey!'' You shout, your voice boiling with anger. You paid money for this camera!

In response to your shout, Chappell holds up her middle finger at you, a cocky grin on her face. Your fist clenches with anger. You hate that arrogant bitch! She's the star player of the team, and she definitely knows it. Her arrogant demeanor and constant gloating about her basketball skills had driven you insane. You couldn't stand how Chappell would constantly flaunt her skills on the court, taunting her opponents and strutting around like she owned this stupid place. The tensions between you two keeps increasing as time passes on. You hate her, and she knows that.

The game was paused for halftime, and the players retreated to their respective benches. You took the opportunity to review the photos you had taken of the game. As you scrolled through the images on the camera, you couldn't help but notice that most of them featured Chappell. Whether it was her making a shot or celebrating after scoring a basket, Chappell was the center of most of your shots. Seriously? Ugh! How did she manage to get into all of your shots!? The photos captured Chappell's attire vividly. She was wearing her team jersey, number 26 prominently displayed on her back. The jersey was fitted, emphasizing her toned arms and muscular build. Her shorts were the team's standard red, and they fell just above her knees, showing off her muscular legs.

Oh, and of course! How could you forget! She wasn't even wearing a ponytail or anything like that! Apparently, she's ''too good'' to follow the rules, in her own words. Her reddish hair was tousled and wild, some of the strands were sticking to her forehead, evidence of the intense game she was playing.

You continued to scroll through the pictures, and one of the pictures caught your eye. The picture captured Chappell in a moment of triumph, holding the ball high above her head after scoring a basket. The shot was perfect, framing her muscular arm, which was taut and flexed due to the motion of the throw.

As you looked at the picture, you couldn't help but notice how powerful and athletic Chappell looked. The veins in her arm were prominent, evidence of her intense workout routine. You found yourself staring at the photo for several seconds, admiring the sheer strength that Chappell exuded.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, realizing that you had been staring at the photo for far too long. "What am I doing?" You muttered to yourself as you put the camera down on the table. You knew if Chappell had caught you staring at the photo, you would never hear the end of it. Chappell was infamous for her arrogance and tendency to boast. She would definitely tease you endlessly if she knew you had been admiring her physique.

The sound of the referee's whistle pierced through the air, signaling that the break was over, and the game was resuming. The players immediately snapped back into action, heading back onto the court. You quickly stood up and grabbed your camera, your thoughts still lingering on the picture of Chappell's muscular arm. You shook your head, trying to dislodge the image from your mind before refocusing on filming the game.

The game was reaching its climax, and the tension in the gymnasium was wild. The score was even, and all eyes were on Chappell as she held the ball in her hands. If she made this last shot, her team would win the game. Everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see if she would make the shot or miss it and lose the game for her team. You gripped your camera, your fingers trembling as you focused the lens on Chappell, trying to capture every moment of the crucial play. Chappell dribbled the ball, her eyes scanning the court, searching for an opening. She was known for her quick decision-making and sharp instincts on the court.

The clock was ticking down, and the opposing team was closing in on her. You, surprisingly, held your breath, your camera pointed at Chappell, ready to capture the moment of truth. Suddenly, Chappell made her move, darting past the defenders and launching the ball towards the hoop.

The ball hit the net with a satisfying swish, and the whole gymnasium erupted in a roar of applause and cheers. Chappell's teammates rushed onto the court, congratulating her and ruffling her hair in celebration. The fans in the bleachers rose to their feet, clapping and stomping their feet, the excitement and tension of the game being released in a wave of applause. You found yourself also clapping, it was your school's team after all, and you couldn't lie to yourself that Chappell was the real reason the team won.

The opposing team was visibly dejected as they slowly made their way to their bench. They knew they had given their all during the game, but in the end, Chappell's shot had proven to be the game-winning play. Their faces were a mix of disappointment and exhaustion, their uniforms stained with sweat from the intense game. A few of them had tears in their eyes, their hearts heavy with the crushing loss.

As Chappell made her way back to her bench, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to taunt the opposing team.

She walked past them with a swagger in her step and shouted, ''Maybe you shouldn’t have let me score that last shot, huh?'' You watched from your table, rolling your eyes at her behavior again. The other team's captain, clearly frustrated and riled up by Chappell's taunting, shot to her feet in a defiant manner. She clenched her fists and took a few steps towards Chappell, her eyes blazing with anger.

''Shut the fuck up already!'' she growled, her voice filled with annoyance. Chappell's smirk widened as she turned to face the opposing team's captain. She stood tall, her arms crossed and her expression condescending.

''Aw, did I hit a nerve? Can't handle a little bit of friendly banter, captain?'' Chappell drawled, her voice dripping with insolence.

The opposing team's captain was held back by her teammates, preventing her from launching herself at Chappell and landing a punch. Chappell watched with a smirk, knowing full well that she was the school's favorite now.

''Oh, come on! Can't even take a harmless jab?'' Chappell teased, her confidence and arrogance on full display.

''Fuck you… FUCK YOU CHAPPELL ROAN!'' The teammates held back the captain, escorting her out of the gymnasium as she kept shouting at Chappell.

Chappell looked around in pride, her gaze landed on you. You were holding your camera, the lens pointed directly towards her. A wide grin spread across Chappell's face as she realized that you might have captured the entire interaction between her and the opposing team's captain. She jogged towards you, a smile plastered on her face.

"Hey! Did you get that on camera?'' She asked, her voice full of confidence. You looked up at Chappell and nodded. "Yeah, I got it," you replied, voice steady despite the closeness of Chappell. "The whole thing." Chappell's smirk widened into a cocky grin as she heard your response. She leaned a little closer to you, her eyes fixed on the camera.

"Can I see it?" she asked, her voice laced with a touch of demand. For some reason you agreed. You seemed to have forgotten that you hate her with your whole body and soul. ''Yeah, sure.'' You nodded and Chappell leaned in, bending down to reach the level of your camera, her head almost resting on your shoulder as you flipped through the photos, searching for the one she wanted to see. You frantically flipped through the photos, trying to find the shot you took earlier. You could literally feel her confidence went over the roof as she saw how many photos you took of her. You tried to remain focused on finding the picture, but Chappell's closeness to you flustered you. It seemed like every time you flipped a picture and it was a picture of her, she would lean closer into you.

You finally found the picture. The shot perfectly captured her flexing her arm, veins prominent, with the opposing team’s captain lunging towards her. Chappell let out a low whistle as she looked at the photo. ''Damn, that’s a good shot. I look badass. Could you post that on the blog?'' You paused for a moment, considering the request. It wasn’t your part of the job but the principal's to choose which picture you would post, however Chappell’s charm made it difficult to say no. ''Sure… I guess I could.'' You replied, setting the camera down on the nearby table.

Chappell’s face lit up with satisfaction, her ego inflated further. ''Great! Thanks a lot. You’ll make sure to tag me, right?'' She winked at you after the last sentence and went to reunite with her team who was still celebrating on the benches. You found yourself blushing after the unexpected gesture, taking your camera with you and leaving the gymnasium.

You talked with the principal and he gave you a green light for the pictures and you were set to go home and make the post on the school's blog page. You drove home, your mind filled with thoughts about the game and the photos you had taken. As you pulled into the driveway, you couldn’t shake off the image of Chappell’s smug grin as she had leaned in to look at the photos on your camera. It was a side of Chappell you had witnessed countless times, but today it seemed different. Sure, she was annoying, but there was a new feeling that found its way towards you. You didn't know what it was exactly, that feeling, but you liked it.

You liked it so much that you locked your bedroom door and slid off your pajama pants. Spreading your legs on your bed, your hand ran up your inner thigh. You felt yourself getting wet already. You closed your eyes and pictured none other than Chappell, remembering her pretty face. You imagined her walking up to you and pulling you close, her strong arms wrapping around you as she looked into your eyes with desire. Her hands would caress your back, slowly moving down to your bottom. You could almost feel the heat of her touch on your skin. You began touching yourself more insistently as you pictured her kissing you passionately, her tongue caressing yours and her hands roaming your body.

You imagined her unbuttoning her shirt as she lowered you to your bed, her body pinning you down as she kissed a trail down your neck to your heaving chest. Even though you hate her with a burning passion, you want her so bad. She was everything you ever imagined in someone. You quickened your pace, moaning softly. You thought about Chappell, you two lying in bed together, tangled up in each other's arms as she kissed you with intense desire. You could feel her breath on your skin, her soft hair brushing your face. You pictured her hands caressing your stomach and hips, driving you over the edge. Your fingers worked fast as you climaxed, trembling with ecstasy. You let out a sigh of relief, your arms falling flat to your sides.

You don't remember falling asleep, but you remember waking up without your pajama pants. You were grateful your mother didn't enter the room to wake you up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and slowly got up, putting your pants back on and going into the bathroom to do your usual morning routine. After you finished, you posted the photos to the school's official blog page and packed your bags for another school day. Waiting for your quick morning coffee to brew you found yourself scrolling through Chappell's Instagram page. You were not surprised at the fact that all the photos were just of her, either flexing her arms or practicing hoops. Damn, she looks good and she knows that.

You arrived at school, your camera bag slung over your shoulder. The hallway was filled with students and teachers making their way towards their upcoming class. As you made your way through the corridors, you could hear snippets of conversations about the game from the previous day, Chappell’s name often mentioned with awe and respect. You smiled to yourself, the blog you made surely caught everyone's eye.

You were busy organizing your belongings in your locker when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey there, photographer.” Chappell’s voice carried a hint of smugness, as she leaned against the lockers.

You closed your locker and turned around to face Chappell, trying to ignore the slight butterflies in your stomach that you started to feel around the new basketball star. ''Hey…'' You replied back. Sure, you were taken aback by the fact that she's actually talking to you, considering you two had a dislike for each other. Chappell had a cocky grin on her face, looking you up and down, her gaze lingering for a moment before speaking.

''You free after school today?'' Her voice was causal yet so confident.

You tried to keep your emotions in check, but on the inside you felt a flutter of excitement. Chappell, the most popular girl in school, is asking you out? You managed to keep a neutral expression on your face and nodded in response. ''Yeah, I'm free.'' Chappell's grin widened as you agreed to her request. She pushed herself away from the lockers and stood up straight, her confidence radiating off her. ''Perfect. Meet you outside after school.''

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement. Chappell smiled at you, satisfied with your response. ''See you there, then.'' She said with a wink and walked off down the hallway, leaving you standing, internally panicking.

You found yourself counting down the minutes until school ended, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of Chappell and the meeting after school. The day seemed to pass by in a blur of classes and hallway conversations. Every time the bell rang, signaling the end of a period, you felt a small rush of anxiety as you neared your ''date'' with Chappell.

With the final bell of the day ringing, you felt your heart pounding in your chest as you packed up your belongings and left the classroom.

You made your way out of the building and spotted Chappell leaning against the wall near the gym entrance. You made eye contact and Chappell smiled, pushing herself off the wall and walked up to you. ''Hey. Ready to have some fun?'' You nodded and before you know it, you're in the passanger seat of her car, admiring her hands as she drove to a local pub.

You arrived and Chappell parked the car in the pub's lot and turned off the engine. She glanced over at you, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. ''We're here!'' She announced before getting out of the car and surprisingly opened the car door for you.

You enter the pub and both find a place to sit. You order a humble glass of juice and Chappell orders a cold beer. The contrast is apparent. Chappell raises an eyebrow as the server leaves to fill your orders. "Just a juice, huh?" She teases, a smirk playing on her lips. You shrugged, a small flush of redness spreading across your cheeks at Chappell's teasing remark. ''I'm not a big drinker…'' You replied nervously, fearing that she'll like you less because of that. ''Ah! Thought so. A pretty girl like you shouldn't get into that stuff.''

What? She just called you pretty? No way. Your eyes widen at the sudden flirt, making you blush even more. ''Aw. Look at you! All red and stuff. So cute!'' She mocked you and you laughed, hitting her arm playfully. ''Shut up! You're such a playboy, oh my god!'' ''Playboy? Ha! I don't think so.''

The tension was broken by the server delivering your orders. Chappell takes a long sip of her beer while you gingerly sip your juice, your eyes watching Chappell with a mixture of nerves and curiosity. She lowered her beer with a satisfied sigh, putting it down on the table. She smirks at you. Oh no. It's coming. A teasing comment.

''Your drink looks like something I'd give to my little cousin.'' She snickers and you roll your eyes with a sigh, hitting her again. ''Asshole!''

As the night wore on, Chappell and you were getting lost in conversation, talking about everything from school gossip to favorite movies. The pub had gotten much quieter as people were starting to leave, but neither of you noticed, fully engrossed in each other’s company. During one particularly funny story that Chappell was telling, you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter. The tears streaming down your face made your mascara run, leaving dark smudges under your eyes.

You got up, laughing as you and Chappell headed into the bathroom to fix your makeup. Chappell leaned against the wall, watching as you fumbled for your makeup bag, trying to fix your ruined mascara. Your gaze was fixated on her reflection in the mirror, looking at her and her toned arms. You finished fixing your mascara, and you set it down on the sink. Something took over you then. You turned around and walked up to Chappell. She looked down at you, a curious smile on her face. ''W-…'' She didn't even get to finish the sentence as you pulled her into a fierce kiss, leaning against her body as you pushed yourself into her. She was surprised at the sudden move, but quickly caught on and returned the kiss, seeming even more eager than you are. Her arms wrapped around your waist, the strength of her grip indicated that she's been waiting for this for a long time.

You tried to be the dominant one, but Chappell lifted you up, walking into a stall. She locked the door behind you and pressed you up against the wall, leaning into your body as your tongues danced. Her hands roamed your body and her grip on you was starting to become stronger with each second. Her kisses moved down from your lips to your neck, leaving red marks on it that you'll have to cover up later with makeup. She was holding you so tight as if she was trying to brand you as hers. Exactly what you wanted. You had the star basketball player wrapped around your finger.

You ran your fingers through her hair, pulling her closer as her lips moved lower, kissing their way down to your hips. She unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down along with your underwear. Chappell knelt down, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as she looked up at you with such desire in her eyes. You gasped as her warm breath tickled your most sensitive area, your heart racing. She took you into her mouth, her tongue circling around you as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. Your moaning was so loud you prayed that no one enters the bathroom now. Your hands tightened in her hair, your breathing becoming ragged as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your legs began to tremble as you neared your climax, your mascara ruined once again by a rain of tears you let out due to the pleasure you were feeling. With a final flick of her tongue, you cried out in ecstasy as your body shuddered with release.

As you caught your breath, Chappell stood up, pressing her body against yours once more. She kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself. You rested your head against her shoulder, coming down from your high and collecting your thoughts. You just lost your virginity to the most popular girl in your school. You left the bathroom stall and fixed your mascara again with Chappell hugging you from behind, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You walked out of the pub, hand in hand as she drove you home. You shared a goodnight kiss and parted your ways.

You thought things like this only happen in movies and you only read about enemies to lovers online. Now you experienced it and you couldn't be more happier as you wore her jersey and cheered from the bleachers, looking proudly at your girlfriend drilling the opposing team. She was always your favorite player, indeed.

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SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH THIS TOWN (1)

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you moved into a town by the countryside in hopes of a fresh new start, but something's wrong with that town. a southern gothic inspired horror story split into two parts.

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

first and foremost, thank you all for the kind words i've received and the insane amount of support on my work. i'm happy to take all your requests and/or thoughts, from the bottom of my heart thank you. had to split this story into two parts because 7k words into one post is a bit too much. part 2 very very soon. 𓆩♡𓆪

The blistering summer sun scorched the air as you stepped off the bus and onto the dusty street. The heat seemed to slam into you like a wall, and you could practically feel the sweat already beginning to pool on your back. You squinted against the brightness, taking in your new surroundings. To the west, the town of Granville stretched out, a jumble of old, faded buildings and squat, sprawling houses. This was your new home, whether you liked it or not.

You had grown tired of the never-ending drama and family issues back home. The constant fighting and the feeling of suffocation were too much to bear. So, you made the decision to pack your bags and escape to Granville, hoping to find a sense of peace and solitude in the small town. You had heard tales about Granville from the locals, who spoke proudly about the town's close-knit community and picturesque landscapes. They mentioned the quaint, old storefronts lining the main street, the gentle babbling of the river just outside of town, and the towering mountains that encircled the town, providing a backdrop of breathtaking beauty. These words had painted a picture of Granville as the perfect small town - a place to escape from the troubles of the world and find comfort and peace, which is exactly what you were looking for.

As you approached your new home, you found yourself moving further and further away from the town itself, making your way into the peaceful quiet of the countryside. The trees grew thicker and more tangled as you walked, their leaves rustling in the faint breeze. Finally, you reached your new home - a small, typical country house that sat at the edge of the tree line.

Approaching the door, you were relieved to see the landlord waiting to greet you, until you got a closer look at him. The landlord who stood at the door was a gruff-looking, old man with a rugged, scruffy appearance. His rough, leathery skin was marred with wrinkles, and his long, stringy hair was partially covered by a battered old cowboy hat. His clothes were just as rough and worn as his demeanor, consisting of a faded flannel shirt, jeans, and heavy work boots. He had the quintessential redneck look, with his rugged features and dusty boots.

''Hey.'' He simply said, his voice crackled with a raspy, grumbling quality that only a true country man could possess. Even with this simple word, you could hear the thick southern accent. ''Don't see many women 'round here in the good ol' Granville.'' He continued, with a toothpick in his mouth, swirling it from side to side as he spoke. You laughed awkwardly.

''Here.'' He handed you the keys to your new home and walked past you, down the road back into town. Before he had gone too far, he turned to you. ''Don't go out late at night… Coyotes like hangin' 'round here.'' You were taken aback by this. No one mentioned any coyotes or wildlife near your new house, but you just shook your head. You are going to be living on the edge of the tree line after all.

Upon entering the small country house, you found yourself in a modest but comfortable space. The floor was made of old, scuffed hardwood that creaked slightly beneath your footsteps, and the walls were a soft, muted beige color. There was a small kitchen area off to one side, and a living room with a worn but cozy sofa and a small television. The furniture was old and somewhat mismatched, but the house still had a quaint, homey feel to it. You smiled to yourself. This is perfect! You entered the small, cozy living room and sat down your belongings, taking a moment to look around the space. The room was filled with an old-fashioned charm, with its worn but comfortable furniture and the faint smell of woodsmoke lingering in the air like a warm, familiar embrace. A small fireplace sat in one corner, a stack of dry logs stacked nearby. As you stood there, a sense of peace washed over you. The stresses and worries of the past seemed to melt away in the warm, familiar surroundings.

You plopped on the couch, an euphoric feeling creeping in. You spent years of your life losing sleep over your family's constant fighting. You lived with the desire to just get out of your town and live somewhere as perfect as Granville is. Your wish finally came true, and that bombarded you with happiness. You began laughing out loud, like you've completely lost your mind, but you didn't care. You were finally free.

With the stress of moving behind you, you decided to take it easy for the rest of the day. You unpacked your belongings, taking your time to find the perfect place for everything in your new home. You opened the windows to let in some fresh air, the warm summer breeze bringing with it the soft, earthy scent of the countryside. You explored the house from top to bottom, moving from room to room to familiarize yourself with its layout. Before you've done everything you wanted to do, evening already started slowly covering the sky. Feeling strangely at peace in the new surroundings, you sat on the front porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon, the sky exploding in a brilliant display of oranges and pinks before slowly fading to darkness. Even with the sun long gone, you continued to sit on the single chair on the porch, looking out at the darkened countryside, listening to the distant sound of cicadas and the faint hooting of owls. For the first time, you went to sleep without a heavy heart.

2:00AM. You were abruptly awoken by a sudden, persistent noise in the night. You blinked your eyes open, for a moment disoriented and confused. The room was pitch black, and the only sound was your own breathing, shallow and rapid with a touch of fear. You lay there for a moment, listening intently, your ears slowly starting to identify the source of the noise that had woken you up. It was coming from outside, but you didn't know exactly what it was. Without better judgement, you slipped on your night shoes and went outside. Standing on the front porch, your heart began racing slightly as a weird sense of dread filled you. You felt watched, exposed. The night was eerily silent, the air thick and stifling. You couldn't see much in the inky darkness, but you strained your eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of something, anything, that might explain the strange noise that had woken you up. Then, a sound, just at the edge of the tree line shook you to your core. Something or someone was laughing. It sounded like it was right behind your house. You stood there, petrified, listening… And listening.

Until, it hit you. Coyotes. You remember the landlord's words. Coyotes like to hang out here. You sighed heavily, breathing out the stress that nearly choked you. Returning to the safety of the house, you climbed back into bed and quickly fell into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, you were woken up by the soft, golden sunlight that streamed through the windows, casting its warm glow across the room. Sitting up in bed, you stretched your arms above your head and let out a soft yawn, feeling surprisingly well rested despite the brief… scare you had experienced the night before. Your mouth felt dry and parched after a long night's sleep, and you decided to get a glass of water from the kitchen. You climbed out of bed, your feet making soft, muffled thuds on the wooden floor as you made your way to the kitchen area.

With a yawn, you turned on the kitchen sink and filled the glass with water. As you were drinking, your gaze was focused on something in the grass, just by the entrance to the woods. You put the glass down and decided to go check it out, but not before changing into your day clothes and shoes. You were planning to take a walk to town anyway.

You stepped outside, feeling the soft, cool grass beneath your feet, even through the thin material of your shoes. The blades of grass felt almost velvety, still damp with the morning dew. You took a moment to appreciate the sensation, feeling grounded and connected to the natural world around you. Walking towards the unidentified object in the grass, closer to the woods, the thick trees towered overhead, their branches interlocking to form a dense canopy that blocked out much of the sunlight, creating a cool and shady atmosphere within the woods. The undergrowth was thick and tangled, the leaves and branches creating a wall of foliage. You heard flies buzzing around the strange, shapeless mass in the grass, and a sense of foreboding washed over you. You stepped closer to the object, your heart racing as you tried to make out what it was in the tall grass.

Taking one more step closer to the object, you could see the gruesome truth of the situation. It was a decapitated deer, its head and body separated from each other. The flesh was already starting to stiffen and cool, the warm pink of fresh blood turning to a sickly pale gray. Insects had already begun their work, small black beetles crawling over the exposed innards. Maggots wriggled in the eye sockets and nasal cavity. Blood was pooled around the neck stump with the head resting a few feet away, the eyes glassy and lifeless, mouth agape. The body was still intact below the neck - four limbs splayed out, each hoof caked in dirt and dried blood. The fur was matted and tangled with leaves and twigs and the white underside was splattered with dark crimson.

You felt your stomach churn with nausea. No way coyotes did this. The cut was too clean. Something's wrong. If those weren't coyotes, who was laughing behind your house last night? Suddenly, you felt vulnerable, unsafe. The trees hovered over you, the darkness ahead almost like it was reaching towards you. The fear was eating you alive and you were frozen, staring into the pitch black woods. Something inside you snapped and you were flinched out of the trance. The deer was too much of a gruesome sight, so you decided to bury it.

You went into the shed, looked everywhere, even went through every room in the house, but for the love of god you couldn't find a shovel. You sighed, the thought of going to town to buy a shovel on your second day here was sure to leave a great first impression of you!

As you made your way down the hill, you realized just how far away you truly are from other people. You felt eerie and isolated, vulnerable. The thick trees on the sides of the road blocked out most of the sunlight, and the only sounds were the faint tweeting of birds and the occasional rustling of leaves. The darkness of the forest seemed to press in on you, and you found yourself looking over your shoulder frequently, half-expecting to see something following you.

You finally emerged from the thick road, the open, wide-spreading fields of the country giving way to the dusty, narrow streets of town. The town was small, consisting of only a few buildings and storefronts. The air was strangely hushed, as if the whole town was holding its breath. It was quiet… maybe too quiet. A chill rushed through your body, hitting every single one of your nerves. The streets were eerily deserted, with not a soul in sight. The few buildings and storefronts that lined the streets were all closed, their windows boarded up as if they had been abandoned for some time. This scene was the complete opposite of what the locals were telling about Granville. Something's wrong with this town.

You walked cautiously down the narrow streets. The few people you passed seemed to give you suspicious glances, their faces cold and unwelcoming. Not a single person greeted you as you passed, adding to the strange feel of the town. Finally, you spotted a small store in the distance. Its windows were cracked and dirty, and the sign above the door was faded and illegible. As you entered the small, dimly lit store, the cashier behind the counter gave you a strange look. He was a scruffy, unkempt man with greasy hair and a perpetual scowl on his face.

You approached the counter, feeling slightly uneasy at the cashier's look. You tried to ignore his expression and asked for a shovel. The cashier regarded you for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to read you. Finally, he grunted and moved to a small section of tools in the corner of the store. He returned a moment later with a large shovel, setting it down on the counter with a loud thunk. You reached into your pockets, fingers shaking slightly as you placed the bills on the counter. He wordlessly scooped up the bills and counted them, his movements slow and deliberate.

There was a long, long pause as he counted the money, his gaze still fixated on you. Staring intently at you, piercing into your eyes. The cashier finally finished counting the money and grunted, stuffing the bills into the register. He slid the shovel across the counter towards you, the metal scraping loudly against the wood. He then disappeared into the back room, leaving you alone in this silent, eerie store.

You left the store, the shovel in hand. The town was still eerily quiet, the few people you had seen before seeming to have vanished. Your footsteps echoed loudly in the silence, the sound unnaturally sharp in the still air. As you walked through the silent town, a group of people sitting in front of a closed down storefront caught your eye. They were speaking in hushed, urgent tones, and you realized with a start that they were whispering about you. They were saying something about you having a shovel and how that's really strange.

You expected something like that, you're new after all. You decided to wave at them. For some reason, you decided to wave at them. You waved, the shovel gripped tight in your hand. The gesture felt absurd, waving a large metal tool at a group of people who seemed to be watching you. Upon seeing you waving at them with the shovel in hand, the group of people sitting in front of the storefront suddenly got scared. They quickly got up and left, their faces pale and their footsteps hurried. You silently watched them go, feeling confused.

You continued to stroll around the small town, watching as the dusk took over the blue sky and painted it orange. It seemed like, as the light faded, the town seemed to take on a decidedly sinister atmosphere, the shadows deepening and the air taking on a chill. The same chill that has been following you around since your childhood days. You were aware of that. It felt like there was something inside you, clawing at you. To stop the feeling, you would scratch your arm until the skin ripped and blood started forming. Until it physically burned to even put a finger on your arm. Sometimes you really wanted to peel your skin off.

As darkness continued to spread, you decided it was time to go home. Scratching your arm with the hand that also held the shovel, you slowly walked up the hill. The shadows of the trees stretched out across the path ahead, their shapes twisting and contorting in the faint moonlight, their branches silhouetted against the sky like dark, gnarled fingers. The air was cool and still, the only sound being the sound of your shoes hitting the cold pavement and the occasional breeze passing through the leaves. You felt strangely at peace, your hand glued to your arm, digging into the flesh.

You crested the hill, your house coming into view. The familiar outline of the small house stood in the shadows, swallowed by darkness. You felt a sense of relief as you approached your house, glad to be away from the weird town. Then, you remembered the reason you went into town in the first place. The dead deer at the edge of the tree line. You gripped the shovel tight in your hand and made your way towards the tall grass in which it lay dead. You made your way towards the darkened woods, the shadows stretching and shifting around you.

Your heart sank as you approached the spot where the dead deer had been earlier. The grass was still flattened and matted where the deer had laid, but the animal itself was nowhere to be seen. You tried to come up with logical explanations for the disappearance of the deer. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something's deeply wrong. Your hands began to shake violently and you lost your grip on the shovel. It fell to the ground with a dull thud, the metallic sound loud in the silent woods. Your mind began racing, your eyes darting from one part of the woods to another. You felt completely exposed. You were all alone, surrounded by the darkened woods. Then, like your arm had a magnet attached to its bone, your hand glued itself to your arm again, moving up and down fast as your nails dug into your flesh.

You slowly left the tall grass, making your way back to the front porch of the house. You sat on the same chair you were sitting at the previous evening, your eyes empty and dull, staring into nothingness as your hand continued to move up and down against your arm. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths and letting the sounds of the night take over. The cool night air slowly began to soothe your frazzled nerves, your hand slowly letting go of your arm, finally relaxing on your lap. You felt peace taking a hold of your mind, but the sudden twig snap from the woods made your head turn towards that direction.

Your body stiffened and straightened up as you tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. The woods surrounding your house fell silent again, the only sound being the faint whisper of the breeze through the trees. You strained your ears, listening intently for any further noises or signs of movement in the woods. Then, there it was. Another twig snap. And then another. Something was moving through the woods, its movements slow and deliberate. Your eyes widened as you realized that whatever was approaching was walking on all fours, its weight causing the leaves underneath its feet to crunch softly. The sound was getting closer and closer with each passing second and it caused your fear to go over the roof.

Subsequently, the thing was close enough for you to identify it. It was that decapitated deer, creeping towards you, its four legs moving with a strange, jerky motion. You watched in horror as the deer walked closer. Nausea washed over you as you came face-to-face with something that should not be possible. You quickly snapped out of your horrified trance and swiftly got up from the chair and rushed inside the house, your hands shaking as you fumbled to lock the door. Your heart was racing, and your breath was coming in shallow, panicked gasps. You stood there for a moment, your back against the door, trying to process what you had just seen.

A sudden knock at the door made you jump. You started slowly backing away from the door, horrified. What is going on? What's happening? Questions raced through your mind as your hand began scratching your arm with painful force, tearing bits of your flesh.

''Hello?'' A soft, gentle woman's voice came from the other side of the door. You let go of your arm, coming closer to the door, listening… and listening. She knocked again, making you flinch. You decided to open the door, heart racing. You were met with blue eyes staring back at you.

Standing on your porch, in front of you, was a woman with long, reddish-colored curls spilling over her shoulders and a flowing white dress that reached down to her feet. The strange woman smiled at you. ''Hello!'' She said with a smile. You were so confused you didn't know what to even say back to her. Your eyes started slowly dropping to the shovel clutched in the woman's hand, the same shovel you had dropped earlier. She noticed that your gaze was fixated somewhere else other than her eyes. ''Oh! You dropped that earlier, thought you wanted it back.'' She handed you the shovel, still smiling. The reality of this whole situation hit you like a bullet suddenly. Dead of night, all alone surrounded by woods and this random woman was standing at your front door now, smiling at you.

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SHE GETS THE JOB DONE! (2)

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you and chappell are left alone in the house, leading to some intimate activities.

w: smut. (it's down there don't worry, you just have to scroll.)

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The next morning, sunrise slowly painted the sky with hues of orange and yellow. The soft sun rays streaked through the cracked open barn door, casting a stream of light into the dim interior. The rooster's crow echoed across the quiet countryside, signaling the new day.

You slowly awoke, but not to the sound of the rooster, rather to the sound of a harmonica playing from the barn, its sound adding a touch of peace to the morning. Your husband was thankfully away at work, leaving you alone with Chappell finally.

The morning light grew stronger, illuminating the surrounding countryside. A gentle breeze stirred the air, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass. You sighed softly, inhaling the countryside smells, pushing a stray loose strand of hair over your ear, and approached the barn, your steps softer and calmer now.

You quietly walked to the barn, pushing the door gently. Your eyes fell on Chappell sitting on the hay, harmonica in hand, her hat casting a shadow over her face. You stood there, a soft smile tugging on your lips, watching Chappell play the harmonica, the quiet barn filled with the soft, mellow tune. The soft tune of the harmonica paused, and Chappell looked up, noticing your presence. She stopped playing, her fingers still resting gently against the harmonica. The soft sunlight illuminating the barn, adding a warm glow.

You stepped farther into the barn, your footsteps hushed against the hay-strewn floor. You reached Chappell and lowered yourself down next to her on the hay. You sat quietly, your hands clasped gently over your knees, the atmosphere in the barn feeling more… intimate. You both stayed quiet for a few moments, simply listening to the faint sounds of the countryside and the distant song of birds.

''My husband left for work.'' you said softly, a hint of relief in your voice. Chappell asked to shower quickly, and you nodded. ''Yes, of course you can. I'll show you the way.'' You told her, getting up from the hay and offering her a hand which she accepted. Chappell fed her mare before following you into the house. The echo of her boots hitting the wooden floor brought you great comfort. You took the lead and guided Chappell towards the bathroom. The house was quiet, and soft morning sunlight streamed through the window. You opened the bathroom door for her and turned on the light, indicating where the towels and toiletries were. She lowered her hat and smiled, a simple thank you gesture before leaving outside to take her spare clothes she brought with her.

As Chappell began showering, you decided to make breakfast for the two of you. A little appreciation of her hard work. You moved around the kitchen, starting to prepare breakfast, the smells of bacon, eggs, and coffee filling the air. The clatter of kitchenware and the sound of sizzling bacon filled the home, making it cozy. You worked diligently, your moves familiar in the kitchen, humming softly to a country song, your attention divided between the cooking and the water running from the bathroom.

The breakfast was finished and ready to be served. You carefully placed the two plates opposite of each other, serving the same amount of food on them. You placed the two cups from the cabinet and filled them with coffee. Chappell stepped into the kitchen, her reddish curls still wet from the shower. She was dressed in a clean set of clothes, her outfit simple yet stylish, a hint of country charm. The scent of soap mingled with the aroma of the food, her skin still a bit damp, and her curls a little wilder from the shower. Water droplets clung lightly to her shirt, adding to the just-showered look. You turned and looked at Chappell, the heat instantly flashing on your cheeks. You watched, her clothes clinging slighting to her damp skin, perfectly shaping her figure. Your eyes widened slightly, expression a mix of surprise, admiration and subtle attraction.

''Breakfast? Oh. You didn't have to do that, ma'am.'' Chappell said, a nervous laugh escaping her mouth. You smiled, looking slightly flustered, still holding the coffee machine in your hands. "Oh, it's no trouble," you said, your voice light and sincere, your eyes still tracing Chappell gently. You sat down at the table, shaking your head gently. "I thought you might appreciate something to eat before you start your work," you added.

''Thank you.'' Chappell expressed her gratitude, a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She took a seat at the table, appreciating the food laid out before her. You two ate in a comfortable silence, the quiet only broken by the clinks of silverware and the soft sounds of chewing, the only other sound the murmur of birds outside the window. The sun streamed in, casting a soft, warm glow over the table.

You finally felt at peace while eating breakfast. No yelling and complaining, just silence.

''No antlers on the walls?'' Chappell pointed out, gesturing towards the empty spot on the doorway. You chuckled slightly. ''No. Mating doesn't call in this house.'' Chappell raised an eyebrow, ''How so?'' ''Well, I guess it's just that… he can't satisfy me enough.'' You looked to the side, remembering how disgusted you felt during intimacy with him. Chappell shrugged. ''He just doesn't get the job done.'' She said, wiping her hands on a rag and getting up from the table. She picked up her dirty plate and brought it to the sink, washing it clean and placing it on the dish drainer. You were stunned. Your husband never did that. You always had to wash his plates. Chappell noticed your surprised stare and smiled. ''It's just manners, ma'am.'' she says in her usual accent. You watched her quietly, your eyes following every movement, feeling a strange flutter in your chest.

Your eyes slowly trail away from her and onto the colorful sticky note placed on the fridge door. Your eyes narrow with curiosity as you peel it off, reading the words. It was from your husband.

''Bussiness trip. Will be away for 2 days. I better not see any trace of the carpenter by the time I'm home.''

Your eyes sparkled up with joy and a smile quickly replaced your curious expression. You quickly rushed over to Chappell who was swaying her hips to the songs on the radio, washing the dishes. ''Chappell, Chappell!'' Chappell looked up, her blue eyes meeting yours. You could see a hint of curiosity on her face. "Ah, yes?" she replied, her voice carrying a hint of interest. You took a moment to compose herself, your heart beating slightly faster, anticipation coursing through you. "My husband will be out of town for the next two days. He's on a business trip." You said, your eyes watching Chappell, awaiting her reaction. Chappell tilted her head slightly, a mix of surprise and curiosity in her expression, "Your husband's going on a business trip?" she mused out loud. You nodded, your excitement barely contained, a smile threatening to widen on your lips.

Chappell stared at you blankly, and the next thing you know, you're outside with her, laughing your asses off, your old vintage camera in hands, taking pictures. ''God, you're such an idiot!'' You said through laughter as you hit Chappell playfully. ''What??'' She exclaimed, a confused happiness on her face. ''What even is that face? You look like a duck!'' Chappell pretended to be offended, letting out a scoff. ''Ma'am… it's called duck face for a reason.'' You rolled your eyes with a smile. ''Whatever.''

You started to flip through the other pictures you took, noticing how happier you looked with her than your husband. As you continued to flip, a picture of you came up that you took a few months back. It was a picture of you sitting on top of your favorite cow, Bessie. Chappell's eyes light up, pointing out how cute that is. You suggested that she also takes a picture like that, and she gladly accepted.

With a good-natured grin, you led Bessie into the backyard. Chappell, with her nimbleness, quickly climbed onto the cow's back and posed, balancing herself perfectly, camera in hand ready for the perfect shot. Bessie, usually calm and docile, suddenly seemed to have a change in mood. Her head jerked around, her eyes narrowing, and she let out a low grumble, as if annoyed. A moment later, she abruptly began to toss her head and body, trying to shake off Chappell.

She yelped as she was suddenly set flying off of the cow's back, landing on her ass, the cowboy hat she had been wearing fell off her head. You were taken aback by Bessie's unusual tantrum, but when you saw Chappell laying on the ground, hat knocked off, you burst out into laughter.

Chappell, still laughing softly despite the slight pain in her ass, slowly got up from the ground. Her unruly red curls were even more disheveled now, pieces of hay tangled within them, making her look like she'd just finished a wrestling match with Bessie. You quickly picked up the camera that fell on the ground and snapped a picture of Chappell, hay in her hair and her clothes stained from the dirt. The candid shot captured the moment perfectly, freezing it in time. Chappell, realizing you had taken the picture, pretended being annoyed, pretending to pout. She crossed her arms, a mock frown on her face. "Ay, you took a picture of me when I looked like a mess," she protested, although the playful tone of her voice betrayed her true feelings. You laughed slightly. ''Well, I like that mess.'' You winked at her and her pretended pout was replaced by a grin.

''Oh? I'll give you a mess then.''

She grabbed a handful of hay. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the hay at you, aiming it to land in your hair and on your clothes. You let out a surprised laugh as the hay dusted your hair and landed on your clothes. You placed the camera on the ground and began to frantically swat at the pieces of hay, trying to get them off, but the hay seemed to cling stubbornly, sticking to your shirt and hair. The grin on Chappell's face broadened, her laughter ringing out as she continued to throw more hay, clearly enjoying your 'suffering'. As you were distracted by swatting away the hay, Chappell took the opportunity, grabbed the camera and took a picture of you in a total mess. ''There ya go! Now we're even, miss!'' She teased you as you were shaking your head at her, still swatting away the hay.

Time was passing by fast and you continued to hang out with Chappell outside as the afternoon slowly turned into evening and the sun slowly set, casting warm, golden hues across the sky. The soft, warm light of the setting sun added a cozy ambience to the whole property. You and Chappell, still giggling and covered in hay, decided to retreat inside as the sun was close to setting now. You walked back into the house, the warm, familiar interior awaiting you, still carrying the same laughter and high spirits from the time you had just spent outside.

As dinner concluded, Chappell and you moved to the upstairs bedroom, the warm, gentle feel of the room creating an intimate setting. You settled yourselves on the bed, the television in front of you displaying a show, the artificial light from the screen casting a faint glow on your faces. You were now lying next to each other, your bodies dangerously close, a hint of thrill in the air as your shoulders occasionally brushed against each other.

Your heart was beating fast, your breath rigged a bit. The wedding ring on your finger weighed heavily on your conscience. You were married, but you didn't care about that now. You took off the ring and placed it on the nightstand table which caught Chappell's attention. ''You okay?'' She asked. The gentle smell of soap filled your nose due to the shower you both took a few minutes ago, her hair still a bit wet. The tension between you was palpable, building up like a storm. You noticed Chappell leaning closer to you, your lips now inches apart. Without another moment's hesitation, you closed the distance between you and pressed your lips to hers. You could tell Chappell was taken aback at first, but she quickly deepened the kiss, her hands roaming over your body like a map. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer as your bodies began to sway against each other. You ran your fingers through her hair, feeling the wetness of it as she climbed on top of you. The kiss deepened, your tongues intertwining in a sensual dance. Chappell gripped you tighter, your bodies melding together.

Her hands continued to roam, exploring every curve and line of your body. Chappell's lips descended from your lips to your neck, claiming it in a searing kiss. She sucked gently, relishing the soft skin beneath her lips. You arched your back, your nails raking through her hair. She increased the pressure, leaving a hickey on your delicate skin. When she was satisfied, she unbuttoned your shirt, kissing down your chest, lips trailing on your stomach. The sounds from the TV were slowly getting muffled out from your aroused moaning as Chappell kissed her way down to your inner thigh, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin. She paused, her lips hovering over your core, hot and tantalizing. You squirmed beneath her, your hips lifting, begging for more. She slowly slid the barrier that was sealing your sweet spot and her tongue began circling your most sensitive spot, causing your eyes to water in pleasure and your hips to lift, seeking more of her touch. She noticed your desperation and increased the pressure, her tongue applying just the right amount of pressure on your spot, driving you wild. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, your cries of ecstasy echoing through the room, completely drowning out the TV sounds. You felt a knot forming in your stomach, and the moment she slid her fingers in, the knot untied, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You exhaled loudly, your eyes closing in a bliss, your hands slowly releasing the bed sheets which were left disheveled.

After the passion had ceased, you found yourself in Chappell's arms, your bodies still intertwined. Soft, comforting words and whispers filled the air as you gently caressed each other. Chappell would trail delicate kisses along your collarbone or neck, a soft murmur of "I love you" accompanying the tender touch. Your fingers would gently trace the contours of her body, a soothing pattern of touch and connection. The atmosphere was warm and intimate, the room filled with a gentle, comforting energy. You snuggled up to her as close as possible as the TV began flashing your favorite TV show.

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SHE GETS THE JOB DONE!

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in the nearly deserted small town in the west, you're looking for a carpenter to fix some things around the house. unaware that your new carpenter, chappell, is quite the eye-candy. however, your husband might be an obstacle.

loosely based on the giver (she gets the job done)

pt2 soon.

w: mentions of domestic abuse

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The sun was sinking over the horizon, casting long, golden rays over the quiet town. The air was filled with the scent of dust stirred up by the occasional passing car, and the distant sound of crickets started to fill the night. Country music hummed at the local bar, and in the dimly lit room, a lone figure sat at the front bar, fingers toying idly with the rim of a whiskey glass.

Chappell, the cowgirl at the bar, dressed in her own attire of jeans, a worn leather jacket, and a crisp western shirt, with cowboy boots and a cowboy hat, was a familiar face in these parts. She was known around town not only for her charm but also for her dedication to her duties. Her job being a carpenter. That night, her mind was a bit preoccupied, and as she glanced at the clock, the thought of home crossed her mind. Chappell sighed softly, the weight of her responsibilities and the distance from home tugging at her.

She paid for her drink and left a tip on the table for the bartender. Her dark brown, worn cowboy boots clicked against the wooden floorboards, echoing amongst the sounds of the bar's music and chatter. As she walked, the clinks of her metal belt buckle and chaps seemed to add to her charm. Boys and men glanced as the cowgirl passed them, admiring her style and her redish long curly hair.

Chappell stepped outside, into the cool evening air, the scent of leather and fresh air filling her lungs. Night has fallen, and the stars were beginning to appear, dotting the sky. She swung herself onto the back of her mare named Vic which nickered and whinnied in response to her gentle touch. She clicked her tongue gently, urging the horse into a steady trot as they made their way home.

One the way home, Chappell noticed a sign by an old church advertising for a carpenter. Her eyes were drawn to the words, a slight surprise crossing her face. The mare beneath her trotted calmly, the rhythm of the hoofbeats like a quiet echo against the evening air. The advertisers left their address at the bottom of the paper, which was nailed to the sign by a single rusty nail. It's been a while since she was needed to do some carpenter work. It is her profession after all, so the next morning when she awoke, Chappell and her mare slowly rode to the said address, using the signs to navigate the deserted streets of her small town. The morning air was still crisp and the world held a tranquil feel.

Upon arriving, you in the traditional white dress stood at the front porch, your sweet smile welcoming. Chappell dismounted from her horse, her boots landing lightly on the ground, as her eyes met yours.

''Can I help you?'' You called out, unaware that this was your carpenter.

Chappell took off her cowboy hat as a sign of greeting, revealing her curly reddish hair and a friendly smile plastered on her face. ''Howdy, ma'am,'' she said, her voice tinged with the gentle drawl typical of a country girl. ''I heard there's a need for a carpenter?''

You were taken aback. You haven't seen many women carpenters around lately.

''Oh! So, you're the carpenter!'' You call out, coming closer to Chappell, looking her up and down, your smile growing wider. To be honest, you thought nobody would reply to your ad and now you had this gorgeous woman as your own personal carpenter for a few days? Lucky.

Chappell replied with a steady tone, ''Yes, ma'am!'' She adjusted her hat slightly before continuing. ''I'm pretty handy with my hands, and I'm used to the rugged work.'' She said, a subtle sparkle in her eye. She was happy to be back on track as a carpenter.

But, there was also something else in her eyes. You noticed the flirtatious looks she was giving you and, lo and behold, you returned them. For some reason, you returned them. The ring on your finger apparently meant nothing in that moment.

The tension was briefly interrupted by the loud, grating sound of an old pickup truck thundering down the street. The commotion scared Chappell's mare, causing her to whinny in surprise, flicking her tail and dancing side to side. You were startled as well, quickly looking away from Chappell, who gently pet her mare to soothe her, towards the source of the noise.

It was your husband, Bruce, coming home from work.

Bruce, rough around the edges, stepped out of the old pickup truck, wiping his hands on his dirty jeans. He had the hardened look of a working man, evident in his rugged appearance. He walked over to you two with a serious look on his face and a faint scowl. His expression hardened even more as he spotted Chappell. ''A woman? On my property?!'' His gaze traveled over her attire, the sight of her clearly not up to his standards.

You were getting embarrassed by your husband's typical erratic behaviour.

Chappell, however, remained calm and composed despite his rudeness, her eyes meeting his gaze evenly, keeping her ground. "I'm here for the carpenter job, sir," she responded quietly, her voice steady. She subtly straightened her hat, her fingers sliding over the brim. "The sign you put up - " she added, gesturing to the nearby advertisement. This gesture seemed to infuriate your husband even more.

''You think I'm fucking stupid or something? I know I put up that damn sign!'' He yelled at her, his disgusting breath nearly burning her nostrils. ''And besides, this is no job for a woman," he said, his tone dripping with disapproval. He crossed his arms, emphasizing the difference in their sizes. He frowned, clearly not impressed by her gender, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

It's getting heated and you know it. Noting the tension rising, you quickly step in to diffuse the mounting dislike between the two. You placed a gentle hand on your husband's arm, attempting to calm him. "Bruce, calm down," you said softly, your eyes pleading for him to listen. He rolled his eyes before slapping your hand away and groggily stomping towards the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

You looked at Chappell whose eyes were narrowed, a hint of dislike and disapproval at your husband.

''I'm so sorry about that…'' you spoke softly, your expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Your shoulders slumped a little, and you shook your head. "My husband can be a bit… old-fashioned," you admitted, your hands fidgeting with the skirt of your dress.

Chappell looked at you, giving you a gentle smile as she shook her head. ''It's okay, ma'am.'' she reassured, understanding your situation. She didn't blame you for your husband's attitude. After all, it was no secret that some older folks held onto outdated views. A hint of sympathy showed in her eyes.

You sigh, composing yourself, but still slightly frustrated, begin to explain the repairs and maintenance you and your husband needed. "We need a lot of work done both inside and outside. The walls are in need of new paint, some shelves to be built and fixed at the barn," you listed, your tone professional. "The floorboards in the living room are squeaking, and a few shingles on the roof need replacing." You were running out of breath explaining, you didn't know your house was this messy, but with a husband like that, what'd you expect? "There are pipes to fix in the bathroom, and the porch light is broken. I think the fence needs some mending too… and that's about it." You finally finished, looking at Chappell worriedly, afraid that it's too much for her, but to your surprise she smiled and nodded, holding her belt. "Alright, ma'am," she said, the sound of her slightly accented voice clear. "I'll take a look at everythin' you just listed."

''Oh, thank you so much!'' You replied, the relief in your voice was clear. ''Here, take this.'' You offered a sum of money, feeling compelled to compensate for the work, but Chappell refused, shaking her head gently with a smile. ''No, no, that's alright.'' Her voice was polite as she walked past you, her boots gently thudding on the wooden porch, entering the house. She moved with a quiet confidence, her eyes roaming around to assess the damages. You followed close behind, your hands clasped together by your chest.

As Chappell was looking at something in the hallway, you leaned into the living room and saw your husband sprawled on the couch, drinking a beer, like he always did. You were tired of him. You weren't tired of having to do all the house and yard work by yourself, no, you were tired of the fact that he showed you zero affection and rarely spent time with you. The only thing you truly wanted was love. Your eyes slightly water at the thought of having to spend the rest of your life with him.

''Ma'am? You alright?'' Chappell's hand was on your shoulder, a worried look on her face. You smiled, blinking away your tears. ''Yeah… sorry.'' You cleared your throat. ''I said I'll get to work now.'' Chappell repeated herself since you somehow didn't hear her the first time. You nodded and she walked away, leaving the house, the echo of her boots hitting the creaky floor being the only sound to bring you comfort lately.

You forgot something. You quickly followed behind her and caught her just in time.

''I never caught your name!'' You called out, standing on the front porch.

''Oh! It's Chappell!'' She called back, attaching her bag to her mare's saddle. Once she was done, she gently clicked her tongue, urging the mare forward, holding her by a lead, heading towards the barn. The soft sound of her mare's hoofs against the ground and the clinks of the gear on the saddle was a gentle melody to your ears. You were used to the screaming voice of your husband in your ears and the sounds of plates and glass breaking. This was like a relief.

As the day was slowly getting devoured by the darkness, you watched Chappell through the kitchen window as you did the dishes. She seemed so professional to you, and your barn never looked more secure and new than now. Even the farm animals seemed to enjoy her presence as they slowly swung from side to side with the rhythmical tapping of her boots on the hardwood floor, the radio playing country music. You couldn't help but smile at the sight. Chappell was like a breath of fresh air in your otherwise toxic environment.

However, your happiness was short lived when your husband came into the kitchen, his body odor disgusting. He put even more dirty dishes in front of you and with his stern and raspy voice said ''The carpenter will sleep outside.'' You looked at him like he was crazy. ''Are you crazy? There are wolves outside!'' He just grunted, his expression becoming even more angrier. ''So what?'' You didn't want to anger him further, so you just obliged.

You left the house and headed towards the barn, which was a little further away from the house. The sound of country music filled your ears as you neared your old barn, the frequent mooing of the cows and other sounds of livestock was like a contrast to the music. Chappell was fixing the broken light bulb in the barn, standing on a ladder.

''Hey…'' You quietly said and Chappell jolted upwards, hitting her head on the roof of the barn. The quiet clinking sounds ceased abruptly. She grunted in pain and you quickly rushed to hold the ladder since you thought she'll fall. ''It's fine, ma'am.'' She replied from above, slowly coming down the ladder. Upon seeing your face, Chappell smiled and lowered her hat as a greeting. You laughed and Chappell began to explain the work she did. She fixed your broken shelves, mended the broken fence at the cow's section and fixed the broken light bulb. Just like you asked, but you had to tell her about your husband's request.

''Thank you so much, Chappell. However, I have to tell you something…'' You began, unsure how to finish. ''Yes, ma'am?'' Chappell was listening to you carefully, her eyes perked up. ''My husband… he… he wants you to sleep outside.'' You said it in a reluctant and apologetic manner, glancing back towards the house, the dim lights from the house casting faint light across the yard.

Chappell seems to be taken aback by your words, her eyes narrowing. ''Oh?'' ''I'm really sorry I… Take this.'' You hand her a warm blanket you secretly snuck out of your house. Nights here can get pretty cold. She accepts the blanket and lies it down on the floor, next to the cows. ''Thank you.'' She said sweetly, settling down on the blanket, using hay bales as her pillow. You thought about the wolves, and slowly clicked your tongue at Chappell's mare, leading her into the barn. Chappell looked at you confused and you explained that sometimes wolves come here. ''I don't want your friend to get hurt.'' You told her, gently patting the mare. Chappell smiled and nodded at you as you left the barn, closing it behind you.

You were rolling around in your bed which you shared with your husband for hours, you couldn't stop thinking about your carpenter and how uncomfortable she must be sleeping in that old barn. You quietly got out of bed, sneaking out with a few pillows under your arm, walking towards the barn. You quietly opened the otherwise creaky double doors, and spotted Chappell snuggled up on the hard ground, her hair already a mess due to the hay bales. You slowly tiptoed towards her, being careful not to wake her. The mare laid next to her, and her cowboy hat neatly placed by her side. You carefully reached, lifting her head up carefully and putting the two pillows under her head. You slowly laid her head down. You admired Chappell as she was sound asleep, her chest rising with each breath she took. You wished you could just lay down next to her and snuggle up, but you couldn't. You had to leave the barn and go back inside.

When you went back, you fell asleep easily despite your husband's loud snoring.

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BUT, SHE'S A CHEERLEADER! (2)

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after the accident, chappell invites you to her house to lend you her personal guitar.

w: suggestive

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Hiding in the changing room, knees hugging your chest, you start to sob. The loud sound of the door opening alerted you of Lucy's presence who slowly walked up to you, holding her hands together. Her usual smirk was replaced with a neutral expression, but her eyes narrowed with sympathy. ''Hey… you okay? I saw what happened and…'' you stopped her. ''It's fine, Lucy.'' You were tired of the sympathy you would receive only if something bad happened to you. ''Look. I know how much that guitar and this whole thing means to you, but you have to understand that no one is at fault here, not even Chappell.'' Lucy tried to explain, but you weren't having it. ''Oh, so it's my fault?'' You were slowly getting annoyed. ''I never said that!'' Lucy snapped back, defending herself. ''You thought it!''

Lucy tried to explain herself once more, but you just rolled your eyes and left the changing rooms. You needed a moment to gather yourself, you needed a shelter which you found on the school benches outside, void of any people. As you sat down, the weight of the shattered guitar weighed heavily on your mind. Thoughts about the broken guitar and thoughts about Chappell mixed together in your mind, swirling around, creating a mess of emotions. You didn't know what to feel, or how to feel.

You buried your head in your hands, letting out a loud frustrated sigh you've been holding in for a long time now. You just sat there, head in your hands, slowly but surely calming yourself down listening to the everyday sounds of nature. The sudden tap on your shoulder startled you a bit. It was Chappell.

''Hey, uh… I'm really sorry… about the guitar.'' She was still in the cheerleader outfit, but the guilt in her eyes was clear. The tone of her voice being sincere. You didn't know what to say, so you just looked at her. As if she could read your mind and upon seeing your distressed expression, she did something unexpected.

''I can give you a ride to my place. You can borrow my guitar for now.''

The words that slipped out of her mouth surprised you, leaving you speechless. You blankly stared at her, like she wasn't even there. I mean, you thought you were dreaming after all. Suddenly, you completely forgot about the whole guitar thing. You just wanted to be with her.

''Sure.'' You managed to stutter out and Chappell smiled at you. Like she wanted you to say yes. You could see it in her eyes. The desperation, the desire. Her keys jiggled as she walked you towards her car. Hell, she even opened the car door for you. You didn't know what the hell was going on, your heart was thumping against your rib cage so hard you thought it would break through.

As you made your way to Chappell's house, the sun began its gradual descent, casting long shadows over the surroundings. The sky transitioned from a clear blue to hues of warm oranges and purples. The drive filled with a soft silence, the gentle humming Chappell was doing acted as a subtle soundtrack to your journey. The sun glinted through the windshield, casting a warm glow inside the vehicle, bathing everything in a soft golden light. You enjoyed the drive, looking out the window.

Then, you finally arrive at Chappell's house, a quaint place with a modest front yard filled with vibrant flowers and well-kept bushes. The evening sun was sinking lower on the horizon, casting longer shadows and bathing everything in a softer, warmer light. Chappell parked in the driveway and turned off the engine, the silence filling the car as you sat for a moment, looking at her home.

''Nice house.'' You point out, like it wasn't obvious before. ''Thanks.'' She blankly replied, getting out of the car and opening the door for you once more.

Awkward.

Chappell led you through the house. As you passed through the living room, you got a glimpse of a cozy space filled with family photos and comfortable furniture. Soft carpets sprawled over the floors and the aroma of fresh flowers gave the space a welcoming scent. Chappell guided you up the wooden stairs, her fingers lightly touching the railing with a practiced grace. You felt a strange mix of comfort and nerves as you reached the top, standing in front of Chappell's bedroom door.

''Welcome to my personal space.'' She said upon opening the door to her bedroom. ''Please, don't mind the mess, I wasn't expecting guests today.'' She added, but you didn't care.

Paintings adorned the walls, and the bed was covered in plush pillows and a blanket, along with clothes in small piles here and there. Books were scattered across the desk, and miscellaneous items were scattered here and there. The pink electric guitar she told you about stood perfectly in the corner, a small island of order amidst the clutter. Despite the mess, you still found the room cozy.

''I'll go get you a glass of water and in the meantime I'll also change. I can't breathe in this anymore.'' Chappell said, leaving the room.

Now, with Chappell gone to grab water, you took the opportunity to snoop around her room. You moved curiously through the space, finding trinkets and personal belongings. On the desk were opened textbooks and pieces of paper filled with random doodles, a glimpse into Chappell's personal thoughts. The messy charm of her room began to make sense as you discovered new pieces of her. This didn't satisfy you, though. You wanted something more… something more personal.

As you continued to explore, you found more intimate items. Glancing through a pile of clothes, you uncovered a small journal that seemed deeply personal. You tried to resist the urge to peek and be respectful, but curiosity got the better of you. You hesitated for a moment but eventually decided to browse through the pages of the journal, discovering thoughts that Chappell might not share easily…

You carefully leafed through the pages, seeing a beautiful depiction of the person Chappell felt increasingly drawn to. Chappell had written about you and even drew a small sketch of your face on one of the pages. You were caught off guard by the intimacy of the journal entries. The thoughts expressed in the journal were feelings Chappell had not expressed to you - tenderness, admiration, a crush, and lust. You had no idea that Chappell actually attended your school way before, you just never saw her around. And you surely had no idea that she joined the cheerleader team just to get closer to you. Hell, you had no idea that she wanted to fu-

''What the hell!?'' The sudden yell startled you, making you drop the journal on the ground. Chappell was standing in the doorway with a scowl on her face, holding a glass of water. You noticed that she changed her outfit, replacing the red crop top with a white tank top and the shorts with some comfy baggy jeans. Her hair was now tied in a messy bun.

She put the glass of water on the desk, hurrying to pick up the dropped journal. You weren't expecting the fact that the journal dropped down right on the explicit page. She picked it up, her eyes sliding across the words, and then down your body.

''Chappell, I…'' She had you trapped. You couldn't even finish the sentence to tell her you were thinking the exact same things about her. You couldn't even form a thought, you didn't have time as her lips suddenly connected with yours. You closed your eyes in a bliss, putting your arms over her shoulders, and she put her hands around your waist. Your tongues started clashing, fighting for dominance and she kept pulling you closer. It felt like you're just going to melt into her. Chappell pushed you against the desk, knocking a few things over as her kisses started moving down to your neck, arousing you even more. Feeling the nibbling on your neck, you knew she was leaving hickeys, which pushed you over the edge causing you to start grinding against her. She noticed your desperation, smirking before slowly getting down on her knees. Your thoughts exploded and you frantically started to unbotton your jeans, but the sudden buzzing of your phone stopped you.

Your mom was calling you.

Fuck. You were late home. You promised Chappell you'll be back and she drove you to your neighbourhood.

Nevertheless, you went home with a few hickeys and her guitar.

Who knew a simple cheerleader could do this to you?

Hot to go, if you ask me.

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BUT, SHE'S A CHEERLEADER!

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you have been a guitarist for your school band for a while now, performing at numerous school events and sport matches which cheerleaders also attended. the new cheerleader, chappell, catches your eye, causing an accident to happen at one of the rehearsals.

yes i will be writing a part 2 because this would be just too long.

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In the early morning, the sun was already shining bright, casting warm, golden light on everything it touched. You woke up to the sound of your annoying alarm clock blasting its usual horrendous note. You lazily got up, your favorite guitar resting by the bedside. You quickly got ready for school, making sure to bring your guitar along. You are supposed to attend the band practice for a football match, so you decide to wear something more solemn. A white shirt and a black tie for the top part and black jeans for the bottom and your usual black converse. Not so solemn, but to hell with it!

As you walked to school, with the heavy guitar casket on your back, the soft morning sun warmed you and the neighborhood was alive with the sounds of distant chatter coming from other students also making their way to school. The trees lined the street, their leaves swaying with the light wind and casting flickering shadows on the concrete. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air as children played in the parks nearby, enjoying the summer day.

Once you arrive, you lazily enter the school building. The halls of the school were crowded with life, filled with the chatter and laughter of students passing by. Your locker door is adorned with stickers and photos. Walking down the hallway, the sea of familiar faces pass by you, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing inside you. After all, this is the most important school event you'll be performing at.

Your school has a reputation for being very sports-oriented, with trophies and accolades filling the halls and trophy cases, so you knew you had to give your all in this rehearsal. The football team seems to receive the most attention, and their achievements are well-known throughout the city. Your band came close behind, with banners and signs scattered around the school halls. While not as popular, there is also a space for the lesser-known groups like a debate team, or the arts club.

You had been playing in the school band for some time now, your guitar skills improving with each performance and rehearsal, so you didn't understand why you were anxious upon entering the gymnasium hall. The large space was filled with students and the atmosphere was buzzing with chatter and music. You clutched your guitar case nervously, the weight of the past performances and the expectation to be good making your stomach churn slightly. As you glanced around, the trophies and awards on display only intensified the feelings of inferiority, making you doubt yourself.

As you were still glancing around nervously, your eyes landed on someone unfamiliar. You spotted the new cheerleader, Chappell, on the court. The curly locks of her red-brown hair framed her face as she moved gracefully through the warm-ups, her movements elegant and energetic. She wore the standard cheerleader outfit; a red crop top with white shorts and white sneakers, accentuating her figure. As you watched, your heart skipped a beat, intrigued by the unfamiliar face that just became the center of your attention.

You stood still watching Chappell, lost in your admiration, a sudden push from your drummer friend Lucy broke you out of your thoughts. The drummer, Lucy, is your lifelong friend.

She is infamous amongst her friends for her sharp tongue and sarcastic sense of humor, never hesitating to tease and joke with her friends - you, of course, being her main target. She loved making witty comments and playful jabs, often finding amusement in reactions from others. This was particularly irritating to you, who had grown used to Lucy's behavior over time, but it still manages to annoy you sometimes, like now. She nudged you with a mischievous grin, noticing where your gaze had landed, and started teasing you about Chappell. Really, really teasing you.

Your cheeks burned up as she, in front of the whole gymnasium, started moaning Chappell's name, doing suggestive hand motions. Some students were giving you weird looks while also looking at Chappell and you had to hold yourself back from absolutely beating Lucy.

''God, you're such a DICK!'' Frustration welled up inside you and you swung your fist, landing a hard punch on Lucy's arm, making her stop.

''Ow!'' She whined, giving you a dirty look. ''What the hell dude? I was just kidding!'' Lucy's expression hardened slightly and her playful demeanor shifted into mild annoyance. She rubbed her arm where you had hit her.

''Yeah?! Well, there's a limit to it!'' You hissed back, keeping your usual stubborn character.

''Whatever…'' Lucy rolled her eyes before going back to her position at the drums.

The gymnasium hall door shot open and the principal entered the space. Students clapped and cheered on him as he smiled and grabbed the microphone, preparing his speech.

''Students! We all know how important this event is! So…----….'' As the principal delivered his speech, he emphasized the importance of the upcoming sport event. However, you struggled to focus, your mind drifting to Chappell. The principal's words turned into background noise, fading out as your gaze kept returning to Chappell, watching her listen to the principal.

You became so engrossed in the sight of Chappell, completely unaware of the time passing by and the principal's speech. That is until the sudden roar of clapping echoed through the gymnasium, jolting you back to the present. Your eyes widened in surprise, realizing you had been completely zoned out for an embarrassing amount of time. And the worst thing is, you didn't even know what songs you'll be playing. You quickly turned to Lucy and asked her about the songs. She explained to you in a whisper and you thanked her. Thank God you usually practice random songs and you knew half of them.

After the clapping ended, the principal's order for the cheerleaders to position themselves in front of the band sent a jolt of shock through your chest, your heart skipping a beat. Chappell, included among the cheerleaders, would now be standing right in front of the music group, directly facing you. You felt your pulse quicken, the anticipation building as you realized how close Chappell would be.

Chappell, standing with the other cheerleaders, got into position just in front of the band, her stance matching the other girls. Her gaze shifted, locking with yours for a moment, exchanging a glance, a smile tugging at your lips. For a moment, your gazes held, and you felt your whole body ignite. You had to look away at your feet, breaking the strong eye contact.

Your heart raced and you felt as if your whole body was thumping, like your soul is trying to get out. You took a deep breath, you had to focus! The rehearsal is about to begin!

As the principal blew the loud whistle and as your band started playing, the cheerleading routine started, with the girls executing precise and energetic movements. They twirled and swayed, their moves in sync with the rhythm. Chappell, standing alongside the other cheerleaders, moved with grace, each of her movements precise and calculated, yet full of passion as she became one with the music and moved in unity with the others.

You tried to give all your attention to the guitar in your hands, but your eyes had a mind of their own as they kept wandering over at Chappell who seemed to be enjoying herself dancing with the music your band executed. You notice that her eyes occasionally drift towards you, flashing you a small smile each time.

As the performance hit its final twirl, Chappell lost her balance and toppled, but you moved swiftly, dropping your guitar on the ground, reaching out to catch her just in time. You wrapped your arms around her, stopping her fall and holding her in a stable embrace. This sudden closeness sent a wave of awkwardness and awareness coursing through both of you, neither expecting this moment.

When the all lovey-dovey feeling finally left your mind, you realized what you had done. Your guitar, its broken strings ringing in the air, lied down damaged and broken. Chappell immediately shot up from your grip, a hand over her mouth as her eyes narrowed and her expression dropped into a guilty one.

''Shit… I'm so sorry… I lost my balance there and I didn't think you'd…-'' You stopped her fast explaining and said it's okay, but really it isn't. The whole band, this whole event rested on your shoulders, but with a broken guitar you're nobody. Just like you were nobody back in elementary school. No one wanted to hang out with you, because you're nobody without your guitar. These memories, they came back into your mind like a river. Breaking the dam your mind tried so hard to build, to stop them from ever coming back again. Your eyes started to water and your lips started to shake.

It didn't help that the whole gymnasium was looking at you, some people whispering amongst their friends. Chappell was looking at you, her expression saying that she knows she's guilty. You couldn't take it anymore.

You rushed out of the gymnasium.

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❣ RESURRECTED ❣

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your girlfriend chappell sadly died in a tragic accident . on the day of your anniversary, she came back to life. boo. i missed halloween by a long shot, but here's this.

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It was an evening like no other. The sky began to take on a soft shade of orange as the sun slowly dipped closer to the horizon, bathing the cemetery in a gentle glow. The sky was clear, not a single cloud obscuring the view nor a drop of rain dared to fall. A cool breeze passed by, sending a subtle shiver through the air, carrying the scent of earth and the chill of winter.

You, your breath visible in the cold winter air, made your way to Chappell's grave. Your beloved girlfriend who tragically passed away. The ground was covered in a delicate blanket of dead leaves, and the trees surrounding the graveyard were draped in their bare branches, frozen by the embrace of winter. You stopped by the grave, the only warmth in the dead of winter, the pain in your heart echoing around the quiet space.

As you stood by the grave, you shivered slightly from the cold, your eyes fixed on the engraved name reading Chappell Roan, hands trembling in the biting wind. The cold air carried a sense of sadness that mingled with the silence of the cemetery. You reached into your pocket, pulling out a small bouquet of flowers, red poppies, like the ones your girlfriend used to love.

You laid the bouquet of red poppies over the grave, their vibrant color a stark contrast to the dead leaves and the grey stone of the grave. You gently brushed the leaves away from the surface, your hands growing numb from the cold. It was supposed to be your two year anniversary today, and the weight of the day hung heavily in the air, intensified by the chill of winter, making the visit even more lonesome. You've never felt this alone since Chappell left.

As the silence settled around you, you began to feel the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Silent, slow tears trickled down your cold cheeks, a physical manifestation of your deep, aching grief. The wind picked up, carrying away the sounds of the world around you, emphasizing your loneliness in the cold, winter cemetery. Your shoulders trembled but you remained quiet and still by the grave.

''I miss you so much…'' You managed to say while the tears choked you. Slowly bringing your cold and numb hand up, you wiped them away and reminded yourself that grief is normal, but… it seems to you that you'll never truly get over your beloved girlfriend's death.

As you finally broke down, the wind that had picked up earlier picked up more, howling as it rushed past you, swirling leaves following in its cold embrace. You couldn't help but close your eyes, picturing your dead girlfriend by your side, the wind almost feeling like a gentle brush against your shoulder. You felt a strange mix of sadness and comfort as the wind continued around you, like your girlfriend was nearby… right next to you.

Overwhelmed by grief, you sank to your knees, burying your face in your hands as tears freely spilled and soaked your fingers. In your distressed state, you noticed the ground beside the grave began to quiver slightly, a subtle motion that caught your attention. The dirt shook as if something was pushing from below, breaking through, as the sound of shifting earth filled the air.

You gasped in pure shock. Your eyes widening with a mix of fear and confusion, as the grave began shaking more. You scooted back, feeling a wave of unexplainable dread washing over you. Eyes focused on the moving dirt, you began to feel a growing sense of unease creeping up inside of you.

You stared in pure disbelief, watching in horror as your dead girlfriend pushed through the earth of the grave. She emerged from the grave, her body cracking with the motion, hair a tangled mess covered in dirt. Chappell coughed, as if clearing her rotten lungs of dirt, and stood up on her feet, looking creepily alive.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, but you managed to choke out: ''Chappell?…''

As the stuck breath got out and you took another one, the smell of death hit your nose painfully. The stench of decay was sharp, mingling with the scent of fresh earth, creating a chilling and grotesque combination of a dead person. You gagged, but you didn't care about that now. The only thing you cared about was your dead… alive girlfriend.

She sweetly smiled at you and that was enough for you to rush forward and wrap your arms around your resurrected girlfriend. The feeling of the dead, cold flesh against you made you shudder with disgust, yet your strong emotions couldn't help but be overpowered by the sheer happiness of having your girlfriend back.

Chappell was wearing the same outfit she had been wearing on the day she died: an oversized black shirt that you gave her with black jeans and worn-out black converse. The jeans were stained with old, dried blood, and the shirt was disheveled and stained as well, reminding you of the tragic day she passed.

Finally, she spoke. ''I missed you too…'' she coughed, her voice hoarse and rough, almost painful. It grated slightly for not being used in a while, but despite the change, her tone still held the same sweetness that you remember so well. Her words, though rough and coarse, resonated with a familiar gentleness and tenderness, stirring up a rush of nostalgia and emotion.

''I… I don't understand… how? How are you… back?'' You asked, a little afraid of the answer. What if you're just dreaming? What if this isn't real, but just a plot of your imagination? What if this is just a hallucination and you're freezing to death due to hypothermia?

Chappell laughed slightly. ''That doesn't matter now, dear. I wanna go back home.''

A smile formed on your lips automatically, the one that forms when you're in complete disbelief but somehow still happy how are things turning out. You extended your hand out, like you did years before and she took it, her cold hands intertwining with yours, a beautiful contrast between the living and the fallen.

As you walked, you noticed Chappell limped the whole way home, her ankle bone sticking out, tearing through the rotten flesh.

After getting back home, you took a shower together, washing off the dirt, blood and the general feel of death and rot that lingered on you both. Cleaned and finally back home, you snuggled under the warm covers of your bed, the TV playing the classic horror movie "Night of the Living Dead."

Truly, you think to yourself, loving her is like loving the dead.

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୨୧ COTTAGE COMFORTS ୨୧

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you and your girlfriend chappell live in a small cottage in the countryside. that's it. oh, and you two also adopt a black cat. how cute!

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The pale light of dawn began to filter in through the windows, the sounds of the morning wildlife slowly started to fill the stillness of the countryside. The warm breeze, scented with the woodsy scent of nature, gently caressed the leaves of the trees and set the pond water to shimmer in the soft morning light.

The early morning sunlight slowly filtered into your small and cozy room, warming the cool morning breeze that passed through the open window. The leaves outside rustled softly as the birds and other creatures started to stir from their slumber, their melodic sounds filling the air. In the bed, your bodies entangled, Chappell and you slowly awoke to the sound of nature's symphony, your eyes meeting and exchanging a loving glance, sharing a sweet smile as you stretched and embraced eachother.

''Good morning, baby,'' Chappell muttered in-between kisses. ''I'm pretty sure it's your turn to make coffee today…'' she said with a smug on her face after finally pulling away.

''Ugh!…'' You groan in sarcasm and lazily move from the bed, still in your underwear, as your girlfriend remained under the covers, the sheets softly rustling and the scent of your shared dream lingering in the bed. You pick up your discarded t-shirt from the floor and slip it on before moving towards the kitchen area, stifling a yawn as you start brewing a fresh pot of coffee, the aroma of dark roasted beans filling the air as a few birds sang outside.

As you wait for the coffee to finish brewing you glance out the window, your tired eyes catching a glimpse of the stunning view outside. The sun's first golden rays illuminating the tranquil landscape - the lush greens of the woods and the glimmering reflections from the pond as it shimmered. Small wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze and the sky was clear and blue, promising a bright day ahead with your beautiful girlfriend.

Scanning the area a little more, you spot a lone deer through the window, gracefully standing by the edge of the forest. Knowing how much your girlfriend Chappell loves animals, you turn and softly call out to her. ''Honey, quick, come and see! There's a deer just outside our window!''

Chappell, her curly brown red hair in disarray from sleep, entered the kitchen, rubbing her eyes blearily, still half-asleep, but when she saw you pointing out the window, her eyes immediately lit up. She quickly shuffled into the kitchen in her oversized t-shirt that you gave her, the anticipation and sleepiness combining into a groggy but excited expression. "Where? Where is it?" You could hear the excitement in her voice as she grabbed your arm.

You gestured towards the deer, and you two moved over the windowsill, leaning slightly against it. The deer, still unaware of your presence, continued grazing, and Chappell's eyes widened with amazement, a grin forming on her face.

She leaned closer to the window, a mixture of sleepiness and excitement etched on her face. Her messy red curls hung loosely near her eyes, and the oversized t-shirt she wore added to her charming appearance. She peered out through the window, her eyes settling on the lone deer grazing peacefully.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking at her. Your gaze just wouldn't tear away from her. You stood next to her, a gentle smile on your face as you watched Chappell's eyes shine with happiness. The messy hair, the oversized t-shirt, and the pure, unguarded joy on her face all made your heart race with affection. You took in the moment, cherishing your girlfriend's excitement and the rare, sweet expression on her face.

The timer on the coffeemaker suddenly beeped, breaking the quiet atmosphere of the kitchen, and the deer, startled by the sound, ran back into the safety of the woods. You, still gazing at your girlfriend, let out a gentle laugh and reached for your cups. "Coffee's ready."

Chappell giggled, her arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you closer in her embrace as she yawned. Not a morning person for sure. She stuck to you like that and watched you make the coffee for the both of you.

When you finished, you decided to sit outside on the front porch, the sun warmed both of you up.

As you sat outside, sipping your coffee and admiring the scenic view, Chappell's love for animals naturally became a part of the conversation, which led her to express her wish for a cat. "You know, I've been thinking," she began softly, her blue eyes fixed on the view in front of them, "I really want a cat. What do you think about that, darling?"

Your eyes lit up immediately. You've been thinking the same thing for months now!

''It sounds like a lovely idea!'' you replied, "A little feline friend to make our mornings even cozier." You took a sip of your coffee, savoring the flavor. However, your smile slowly faded as you thought about going into town. ''Honey, getting a cat is a great idea, but I'll need to drive into town to pick one up,'' you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice, ''But, driving into town is an unpleasant experience, to say the least. People don't like us much…'' You sighed as Chappell kept her gentle smile. ''I know, baby,'' she mumbled as she snuggled closer into you, ''the deer can be our cat then.'' she joked, earning a laugh from you.

You stayed like that for a few hours more, just enjoying each other's presence.

The coffee cups were empty long before you two finally decided to go outside and do some house chores. Chappell decided to do the laundry and you decided to do some work in the kitchen. The faucet needed some fixing so you took care of it before washing the dishes.

You watched out the window as Chappell, finishing with the laundry, picked up the last of it from outside and started carrying it to the drying rack, as the evening slowly settled in. You continued to do the dishes in the kitchen, both of you surrounded by the sounds of birds starting to settle in and the soft rustling of crickets in the woods, while the soft light of the setting sun cast a gentle glow over everything.

You dried your hands on the blue rag and slowly started making dinner for the two of you, cracking a few eggs onto the frying pan and turning on the stove. You always somehow managed to accidentally pop the yolk which greatly frustrated you, so you decided to give extra focus this time. But, a sudden scream from the outside startled you so hard that you dropped the whole uncracked egg on the floor! The yolk bursting upon impact making a big mess on the floor.

You were worried that something happened to Chappell, but as you quickly rushed outside you met her halfway there, holding a small, cute black cat. The kitten mewled softly, its fur soft and its eyes bright. Your eyes light up as you saw the cat, but you were happier when you saw the smile on your girlfriend's face.

Chappell cradled the small cat gently in her arms, the same smile playing on her lips.

''We should name her!'' she said, a tone of excitement coloring her voice.

You and Chappell sat together and thought for a moment, then you suggested, ''How about Midnight?''

"Midnight," Chappell repeated, testing the name. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "It fits," she nodded, "Midnight it is." She gave the cat a small stroke, feeling its soft fur, as the kitten let out a soft mew.

Nevertheless, you had to fry three eggs for dinner.

As the night settled over the countryside, the soft moonlight filtered gently through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. You and Chappell are fast asleep in the bed, the cat curled up between you two, its soft breaths and presence almost a metronome to your tranquil sleep. The windows were left open, letting in the cool night breeze, causing the curtains to gently sway and the sounds of the quiet, still air and nocturnal creatures outside provided a peaceful harmony for you, and your growing family.

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HOT TO GO!

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you fall in love with your barista who is chappell in a paris coffee shop. that's it.

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𓆩♡𓆪 A/N 𓆩♡𓆪

i see that there are very few chappell roan ffs so i decided to do something about that. there's no smut just yet so don't get your hopes up. enjoy reading! 𓆩♡𓆪

The grey mist of the Parisian morning slowly envelops the empty street, wrapping everything in its cold embrace. The trees by the street, devoid of the bright colors of spring, are already bare and brown, as all of nature gets ready for the long and cold winter.

You, wearing a pair of black pants and a leather jacket, walked through the streets, shivering as you kept your hands tucked in your pockets. The leaves on the trees by your side slowly fell down to the ground with each breath of air, while the cold morning air bit through your thick clothes. The donut coffee shop's sign shone with a warm light that brought you comfort as you got closer.

As you walk towards the shop, you feel a cold northern breeze play upon your cheeks, which braces your nerves, and fills you with delight. Do you understand this feeling? That familiar nostalgic feeling that the bittersweet winter brings you?

With another deep breath you finally stepped inside the shop, sighing and breathing out warm air. The little bell attached to the door alerted the barista of your presence.

The moment you take another breath through your nose, its immediately filled with a blend of smells: the distinct scent of dark roasted coffee beans being brewed, the sweet smell of freshly baked donuts, the rich scent of melted chocolate, mixed with vanilla, the comforting scent of various herbs mixed with an undertone of cinnamon, and also the warm scent of hot milk and cream combined with sugar.

''Good morning. Please, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right with you.''

A soft voice came from behind the counter as the barista seems to be crouching down, looking for something.

You slowly take off your leather jacket, placing it on the jacket hanger by the entrance.

The small cozy coffee shop is dimly lit with warm lights glowing from the ceiling panels. The walls are all different shades of browns, and are filled with beautiful paintings done by local artists on canvases that line the shelves. Small, comfortable dark leather chairs and couches are scattered around with dim lamps glowing from the tables. Soft jazz music is playing through the speakers mounted on the walls in the corners. The whole contrast just reminds you of autumn itself.

You take a seat a little closer to the counter, like you usually do in coffee shops. Your eyes slowly drift towards the window, absorbing the scenery placed in front of you when suddenly the same soft voice breaks you out of your trance.

''What can I get you, miss?'' A pair of blue eyes stared back into yours and suddenly you forgot what you wanted.

Was it espresso? No, too bitter. Was it cappuccino? No, too bland.

''Uh…'' You let out a nervous laughter.

The somewhat short woman with long, intense brownish red curly hair stared deeply into your eyes, awating your answer, holding a server book in her left hand and a pen in her right hand.

Her clicking of the pen made you realize she was slowly losing patience with you.

''Can I just get a latte?'' You finally mumbled out, looking down at your hands knowing that you just wasted her time.

''Sure. Anything else?''

''No, that's all. Thank you.''

She nodded before turning around and walking towards the counter.

You couldn't read her nametag correctly.

The seat you chose gave you the perfect view of what's going on behind the counter.

You can see the woman that just took your order behind the counter, the glow from the coffee bar lights illuminating her face. Her eyes are sharp and focused as she expertly moves around the tools around her: the coffee cup full of strong espresso, a large stainless steel milk steamer, and a variety of syrups on the shelf. With the press of a button, the steamer starts, and the barista quickly turns on the espresso machine, steam coming out of the nozzle as a loud hissing sound fills the room. Holding the steamer above the coffee, she waits for the milk to gently foam up until it is the right consistency.

As you were looking at the barista, you felt your heart race with nervous excitement as you took in all her features. Your eyes darted and fixed on her hair, which you thought was really unique and good-looking. Soon, your eyes accidentally landed into the barista's eyes and she was also already looking at you. Realization flooded your mind and you quickly looked away in shame, your cheeks burning red. It didn't help that you were the only one in here either, it's 7 in the morning after all. The jazz music filled the awkward silence between you and the barista just perfectly.

You decided it's for the best to just look out the window until she brings you your drink. You had your head resting on your right hand, watching the trees get slowly covered in frost as you waited for your drink to be brought to you, the window fogging with the heat of the shop. You slowly turned away from the window, suddenly finding yourself facing the barista who has brought you the drink, the warm and inviting smell emanating from the hot drink filled you with a warm feeling as the smile on the barista's face brought out your own.

''Enjoy your drink.'' She said, still a smile on her face.

''Thank you.'' You replied back, the shakiness in your voice being too obvious for comfort.

You were finally able to read her nametag. Chappell R. Hm, you think to yourself, how unique.

Chappell turned around leaving you alone and you noticed that she drew a heart with the milk foam on the surface of the latte. How cute!

You slowly sipped on your warm latte as you pulled out the book you recently started reading. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen to be specific.

As time slowly ticks life away, the morning fog slowly vanishes in the air as the Sun brings warmth to this usually colder city just north of Paris.

You lost track of time as you were so deeply engrossed in the book, just barely noticing the two girls that came in.

''Can I just get one regular espresso, please?'' One of the girls spoke.

''Ugh, Sabrina you always get the same thing! I'll just have a macchiato please.'' Presumably, one of her friends replied.

You watched as Chappell wrote down the orders and went back to the counter.

Chappell was pouring the hot milk into the espresso cup, when the hot steam of the milk hit her face, causing her to jerk her arm holding the steel milk container. A loud clang can be heard and the container flew out of her grip spilling the hot liquid all over the counter and her hands, soaking her black apron and jeans at the same time. She yelped in pain, the hot liquid leaving red marks on her hands and clothes. Seeing the mess she made, she quickly turned around to see if anyone saw, only to find you staring at her wide-eyed.

You quickly put down the book and rushed to her aid.

''Are you alright? Let me help you with that!'' You quickly grabbed some napkins and went around the counter to help her clean up the spill. You reached over and started helping her clean the counter, taking a few quick looks at her hands as both of your hands brushed against eachother touching for each wipe of the spill.

Feeling satisfied with your clean-up, wiping your hands on clean napkins, you threw away the stained ones. This whole mess leaving you both with the aftermath of the spill, the smell of milk, combined with coffee and chocolate lingering everywhere. Chappell's apron and jeans were soaked as the espresso shot sat there untouched on the counter, still hot.

Chappell didn't have any other clothes and you decided to offer her your leather jacket which she accepted with a shy smile and a nod of gratitude. She put the jacket over her soaked clothes. You realized that this is a pretty hard one-person job so you decided to help her work. After that you started working together, Chappell reluctantly accepting your help because she thinks she brought you enough trouble for the day. You slowly started getting acquainted with how the work went. Together you worked hard, keeping costumers satisfied and at bay. The smell of the pastries and coffee filling the area as you worked in tandem. Your shoulders occasionally brushed, letting out a mix of scents: sweet pastries, chocolate and sweet coffee, and your cheap perfume that you bought on sale.

When the clock finally struck 6PM, the donut coffee shop finally closed and you were standing outside of it with Chappell, the rain soaking you both and the northern breeze occassionally shivering you both.

''Thank you so much for helping me today.'' She told you, her soft spoken voice warming you up.

''No worries. I personally think it was fun.'' You laughed a little, earning a smile from her.

''So? See you tomorrow, same time?'' You asked, hoping for a positive answer.

''No. See you tonight.'' She winked at you as she handed you a folded piece of paper.

It was her number.