🌸🎭Fleur x Reader🎭🌸

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I was sitting waiting for drama club to begin. Our proffered starts talking. "In this class we will learn about love and loss, life and death..... even the late comers" he says as crybaby walks in. She sits down and he continues. We are told to look at our scripts. I get doing makeup. Crybaby interrupts him and starts talking, but I don't listen. I just stare at fleur, the prettiest girl in the room. Suddenly he tells us to go do our parts. I go backstage and find the makeup. Fleur sits down, I guess I'm doing hers first. "Hey y/n" she says, sounding very sad. "Hey! What's wrong?" I ask. "I don't want to do this" she says. Drama club is supposed to be optional but it seemed so forced and I didn't remember signing up for it.

I finish her makeup. I go sit in the audience to watch the play. The curtain opens and I instantly see fleur dancing with a boy. This makes me unhappy, especially knowing she would never irl since she is gay. The scene changes and now they are ironing. The boys walk on stage. The girls pretend to argue with them. The girls walk over, fleur holding an iron. She burns the boys face. I thought the irons were just props. "Wake up your being brain washed! Open your fucking eyes!" Crybaby, who is also on the stage, yells. Fleur runs off stage as everyone is opening their eye and realizing this. People follow her, crybaby catches up to her.

We arrive at the principals office. Crybaby opens the door and points at him, the students charging to attack. Fleur pulls me in front of his desk. She kisses me. Suddenly the kids are tearing him apart. His last sight was his niece (you) kissing a girl. And he was homophobic af. After he had been torn apart you and fleur were still kissing. Everyone left. Fleur pulled you to her dorm. "Wanna watch some lesbians fuck in your big screen mirror?" I asks, pushing her down on the bed after she finishes removing that insane drama club dress.


No dirty being described. I know I have used that line before don't kill me.


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