WARNING: Minor Mentions of R*pe
"Y/n...? Open the door please." Y/n stayed as quiet as possible, not daring to get up from the position she was. Cuddled up in all her stuffed animals, Y/n shook in fear. 15 minutes before her father had thrown a beer bottle at her, and a glass shard went into her arm. Her father tried to hurt her.
But now he was sobered up, he came for forgiveness. He knew Y/n would accept, because she was only 12. What better did she know?
"Y/n...open the door." Frank said, much more sternly. Y/n gulped at his tone, slowly walking towards the door to open it. Once unlocking the dark brown door, it creaked open, slowly revealing the body of the tall man. He walked into the room, hugging Y/n . She quickly stiffened up, clearly uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry that the bottle hit you dear. Daddy just gets angry when you keep asking him questions." He patted her head, attempting to comfort her. Y/n nodded, knowing she couldn't do anything about it.
'I asked you to drive me to school.'
He let her go and sat down on the bed, motioning her to do the same. The child hesitantly sat down on the bed, far away from him. He scooted closer to her, then sat him down on her lap. Frank smelled like beer, cigarettes and vomit. Disgusting. He rested his hands on her thighs, pinching them slightly. Y/n squirmed in uncomfort, and he only smiled in an odd way.
"Hey Y/n, let's play a little game."
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Y/n thanked the Uber driver, making note to tip him greatly. He barely spoke at all during the ride, which caused no awkwardness in the car ride.
In front of her was a tall ass building. The exterior was completely made of black stone and had rows of black tinted windows. But it didn't wow her how it looked. After all, she has been to this place over 20 times.
Entering the building, Y/n immediately went to the reception desk that was made of marble. It had a jar full of candy, mainly Dum Dum lollipops, and a bunch of office table top decorations. The person at the desk had light brown hair that was put into a tight bun, glistening blue eyes that anyone could have gotten lost in. They wore a suit and had a pen tucked behind their ear.
"Y/n, you're back!" The receptionist got up from her desk to give Y/n a hug, and Y/n returned the action.
"Char! You're looking as beautiful as ever." Y/n complimented flirtatiously. The receptionist,whose name is Charlotte, blushed and backed away from Y/n.
"Y/n that's highly unprofessional!"Giving a cocky smile, Y/n rolled her eyes and signed in.
"But isn't that what makes it fun? The thought of knowing you aren't supposed to do it? The drive?" Charlotte smiled at Y/n. As far as they knew her, the girl was always impulsive. Doing the smallest things, like drawing a penis on a white board or changing someones backdrop on a computer, always satisfied her. Everything, even starting her music career, was out of impulse. A gamble on life. Quite a risky way to live.
"Oh Y/n, aren't you something else?" They chuckled a bit, watching as Y/n put down the pen and take a lollipop out of the stand.
"I'll see you around!" Y/n walked down into a hall and turned to an elevator. It was quite spacey, and no one was in there besides herself. She clicked the floor she needed to be on, then waited for the doors to close. Today was pretty eventful, and it was still only 10 in the morning. She met Toby, which was pretty cool. He acted a lot like what she would think a brother would act like, but she wasn't so sure. The one male figure in her life was fucked up. So what was she to know how a brother would act?
Hoodie was, at the moment, the person she talked to the most. Though they didn't know much of each other. He always seemed to deter the conversation away from talking about him. And he was good at it too, because not until recently had she realized his method.
'Motherfucker is probably good at manipulation too.'
The elevator opened with a ding, but not to the floor she was supposed to be on. Instead someone got into the elevator with her, eyes glued to their phone. Y/n sighed and leaned her head back, letting it rest on the marble wall. The person in the elevator looked up from their phone to press the level button they desired, but then noticed Y/n.
"Oh my God you're Y/n!" Y/n cocked her head up, looking to the guy who was pointing at her. At first she was confused. Why and how did this man know her? But then she realized that she was, in fact, famous and people noticing her shouldn't be a big deal.
"Hello!" Y/n said, trying not to sound like an awkward 14 year old. He stared in shock, before snapping out of his thoughts.
"Can I get a picture?" He asked excitedly. Y/n tried not to fade the smile off her face. She relatively didn't like being noticed in public for this exact reason. Don't get her wrong, she adored her fans and all, but being stopped every few minutes to take a picture was annoying. Especially when taken without consent.
"Of course!" They stood next to each other and Y/n did her signature pose, and he smiled into the camera, a bit shocked. Clicking the volume button, he took the photo and then looked at her.
"Thank you so much! My-" The elevator dinged and it opened to Y/n's floor. She waved the boy goodbye, then exited the elevator and searched for the conference room. The hallways were endless, confusing her every turn she took. It felt a lot like a dream she remembered a dream that she had a while back. At the time she forgot it, but now it was clear.
In the dream, something was chasing her, a demon of some sort, telling her things that made no sense. She was running in circles just trying to escape it, but it wouldn't budge. Not until she picked up a spear, going to throw the spear at it. But her dream ended at that point.
Looking back on it, Y/n realized that the demon was saying a mixture of things she's been told before. Some pressuring, others full on hateful. And with that information she could probably discover the meaning to the dream, but instead chose not to.
Finally finding the meeting room, Y/n opened the door without a thought. But, to no ones contentment, the girl was met with a girl and a guy, both basically naked and going at it. She immediately slammed the door closed, hoping that they didn't notice her walk in. Taking in the fact that she had just walked into people having sex in a conference room, more clearly a public area, Y/n ran to the bathroom. It was a gender neutral bathroom, so it was only single stalled. Perfect
Grabbing her phone out of her bag, the h/c haired gal opened up twitter. It's been a couple of days since she had tweeted anything. And twitter was literally the home of all Fuck boys to ask woman for validation by asking them who wants to date them, knowing they could get any chick by their looks.
She walked up to the mirror and posed to take a mirror selfie. The bathroom had really good lighting, and the mirror looked clean. Holding up a peace sign and sticking her tongue out, Y/n snapped a picture. Taking a couple of more, she leaned against a wall to check the pictures, picking the best one. She thought of a caption, one that wasn't tacky.
'Clever captions are tacky. On a side note look how hot I look.'
Posting the picture, Y/n took notice of the time and made her way back to the conference room. Though this time, before entering, she knocked on the door, only coming in once told to do so. There was now more people inside the room, but she took immediate notice to the two people who were there before.
"Let's get started shall we?" Y/n nodded and took a seat, setting her bag behind her chair. The first person to talk was her manager, Nathaniel. And as much as she tried, Y/n could barely focus because only one question rang in her head.
'I wonder what Hoodie is doing?'
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It was now five in the afternoon. The meeting had extended for a while, but in the end Y/n was happy. She was able to go on tour soon, presumably a month or so from now. To freshen up, She decided to go get a taco from her favorite taco stand. Putting on a face mask, Y/n went up to the stand. After the pandemic was soothed down, lots of people still wore masks to keep safe. Y/n, in this particular case, wore one to avoid being noticed.
She decided she would get 4 tacos, 1 for her and the other three for the people back in her house. Though she isn't sure what kind of tacos they like, so she got them the same tacos she was going to eat. After all, Y/n did have immaculate taste when it came to food.
10 minutes passed and she received her tacos, Y/n walked away, going to call an Uber. She took off her mask and sat down in a spacey area, where there were barely any bystanders. The moment she did, though, someone immediately recognized her.
"Excuse me, are you Y/n L/n?" Y/n turned her head to see a young girl, about the age of 14. Her parents were arguing about something a couple of feet away, and it reminded her of her own parents.
"That's me alright!" The younger girl smiled, taking her phone out of her pocket. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, paired with a baggy hoodie, specifically one that Y/n had designed. It was in the color yellow, which reminded her a lot of Hoodie
"Can I take a picture with you?" Y/n nodded and stood next to the girl.
"Would you rather me hold the phone? Y'know, because I'm significantly taller than you?" The older female joked, causing the younger to laugh. She was handed the phone and they both posed, Y/n snapping the picture.
"Thank you!"
"No problem. Oh, by the way, love your hoodie!" Y/n waved goodbye, getting into the Uber she ordered.
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She rustled through her bag, trying to grab her keys. She was exhausted. There was a ton of traffic, and now the sky bad turned dark, stars shining brightly and the moon beaming.
Finally finding the keys, Y/n put them into the key hole and opened the door. The first thing she noticed was Nightmare and Toby sprawled on the couch, which made her wonder where Hoodie is.
"Hello hobos." The two snapped there heads at Y/n's direction, and Hoodie came out the kitchen. He was wearing his mask, which decreased Y/n's mood in the slightest bit.
"I'm not a h-hobo." Toby pouted.
"Of course, because that's the reason you guys are still here." Y/n rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen, setting the tacos out to warm them.
"Hey." Hoodie came up to her and sat on the counter. He looked at the four tacos in question. Was she really going to eat them all?
Y/n pouted playfully, turning away from him and to the sink. He was quite confused as to why she was acting like this, did he do something wrong?
"Go away, I'm mad at you." Y/n huffed playfully. Hoodie smiled under his mask, raising his eyebrows in wonder.
"Oh, what did I do?" He crossed his arms and leaned back km the wall.
"You put your mask back on."
"So you like me better without the mask?" He asked amusingly, thinking she would get flustered.
"Of course I do. You look better and I can tell you're emotions."
"Oh..." Y/n turned to him, quirking her head to the side.
"What?"
"I dont know, I've never gotten complimented like that before."
"Well maybe if you showed your face you would?" Y/n suggested jokingly. Hoodie snorted and pushed her lightly.
"Not like that idiot. Like in middle and high school."
"Still not a valid reason. Glow ups are a thing."
"Can you let me have this one thing?"
"If you make a valid point then sure." Hoodie was going to reply when Toby came into the kitchen.
"Can you two stop flirting? Makes me want t-to barf."
"So barf?" Y/n joked half heartedly, putting the tacos into the microwave. Toby rolled his eyes and sat down on the counter next to Hoodie.
"So what did you guys do while I was gone?"
. . .
I HAVE A COUPLE OF THINGS TO SAY
1)If you use the wrong pronouns when referring to Charlotte I will be mad (their pronouns are they/them)
2) I wont put a label on her sexuality, but Y/n will be found flirting with women and non-binaries.
3)PLEASE READ ejcaneatmykidneyTICCI TOBY BOOK I BEG YOU.
IF ITS NOT THERE THEY PROB CHANGED THEIR USER LIKE A LOSER SO IT SHOULD BE OKE OF THR FIRST COMMENTOR IN THE PRAGRAPH ABOVE THIS
See you all next chapter, bye Clouds!Unedited
-Blxrrii