A collection of one shots that I wrote and posted on my tumblr account (lefteagleblizzard) after watching some of this movies. All of these are gender neutral reader, unless stated otherwise
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Summary: You always considered yourself a shy and intelligent person. Venturing out into social situations was never your strong suit, but tonight, thanks to the persistent encouragement of your dear friend Jake, you found yourself standing at the entrance of a vibrant house party. What you couldn't have predicted was that a dare from a simple game would give you a unique chance with the person you've had a crush on for too long.
Warnings: pure fluff. No pronouns used towards reader. Reader is a shy nerd. OC male character. Truth or dare. Confession. Kissing.
Words count: almost 3000
You always considered yourself a shy and intelligent person, comfortable within the confines of your books and thoughts. Venturing out into social situations was never your strong suit, but tonight, thanks to the persistent encouragement of your dear friend Jake, you found yourself standing at the entrance of a vibrant house party. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement, and you could feel the pulse of the music vibrating through the walls. Jake's reassuring smile beside you was the anchor you desperately needed.
He claps you on the back, urging you forward. "This is your night," he grins, moving with you toward the center of the room.
You glance around, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. The room pulses with life—strangers laughing, dancing, and clinking glasses.
The familiar figure of Clapton Davis caught your eye almost immediately. Clapton, the charismatic and outgoing hipster who seemed to thrive in these environments, was surrounded by a group of friends. He was the type who exudes charm effortlessly with his easy smile and confident demeanor. He was everything you were not, and you had harbored a crush on him for quite a while now.
You often found yourself questioning the small interactions you had with him, recalling the many times Clapton approached you at school, always with some question in mind.
Sometimes, it was about complex subjects like calculus or chemistry, but often, it was something so basic that it made you wonder. "Hey, can you remind me how to find the area of a rectangle again?" he had asked once, his eyes twinkling with an inexplicable charm. Another time, it was, "Do you know if we have any homework for English?" It was as if he sought you out specifically, bypassing others who might have been more obvious choices for such questions.
Things so simple that you sometimes wondered if he was doing it just to annoy you. But you always brushed those thoughts away, deeming them too fanciful.
Each interaction left you with a flurry of emotions, part of you thrilled at the attention, and another part skeptical, thinking it was too good to be true.
Jake nudged you gently, breaking your reverie. "Let's go join them" he suggested, nodding towards the group that included Clapton and two girls you recognized from school, Ione and Riley. Despite the knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach, you trusted Jake and followed him.
