mccreamy x reader fanfiction

5

i woke up to a loud whirring in the kitchen, smelling a delightful scent of pancakes. i sit up, realizing i was sleeping on jay. hopefully he didn't notice...

there were about 4 of the boys in the kitchen. each greeting me with a good morning, and i responded with the same words.

today was my 18th birthday. i'm finally an adult! they all know it was today so.... why weren't they saying happy birthday? oh well, maybe they're just tired and hungover.

"happy bi-" john was silenced by a hand to his mouth.

i didn't hear him. "hm?" i turn around, confused.

"oh, nothing." ezra answers for him.

i pick up 2 pancakes and ate them like a sandwich.

"you're not even going to use a plate?" mason questioned.

"i don't need to," i say when i gulp down my bite.

"what about syrup?" he questioned again.

i snatch the syrup bottle out of eric's hand and pour it into my mouth, while shoving the rest of the pancakes into it, finishing everything only in a few bites.

"taken care of," i smile. "thanks for the breakfast! i'm gonna shower." they nod, and i walk to the upstairs shower. i turn on the hot water. luckily they bought shampoo and conditioner for me (and the brand i like!), so i was going to have a good hair day.

i spent about 1 hour in the shower, making sure i would get every spot. i then dried off, and walked to my room in a towel to get changed.

as i'm walking through the hallway, i run into jay.

i cover up my cleavage since it wasn't a very large towel. "oh, i'm sorry jay!" i say, embarrassed. "that's fine," he says, as a light shade of red covers his face. "i was just going to ask when you were going to be coming downstairs?"

i had to do my hair and outfit, so maybe 20 minutes? "20 minutes." i say. he heads back down the stairs.

i walk into my room, opening my suitcases of clothes. i wore high wasted, light wash, ripped mom jeans with a black short-sleeve crop top. i put my hair down naturally. it carried a ponytail on my wrist incase we were to go outside, and i'd be hot. today, i didn't need any makeup, so i just did a few face care stuff.

i finish putting on my deodorant and perfume, making sure i don't make the fragrance too powerful. once i was finished, i headed downstairs.

i was on my phone, not paying attention, when i turned to the living room and saw a banner saying:
HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, CUNT!

i was greeted with a cake and all of the boys surrounding me, saying happy birthday. we move the cake to the kitchen, and we all dig in into the vanilla goodness.

"so what do you want to do today?" asks john.

"i'm not entirely sure," i notice everybody is staring at me, waiting for my answer. "oh, i know! we should all go out for a dinner, then when we get back, we can have a party i guess." everybody was cheering, mainly for the party part because there was obviously going to be alcohol, vaping, and weed.

"sounds like a plan to me. eat, get high, all in the spirit of y/n turning legal." eric announced. i kick elbow him in the gut, showing him that i mean business.

"i have a better idea, actually." i was thinking this would be better. "we should just order a bunch of food to our airbnb, and have a big dinner in the backyard patio. i can't go in public with all of you, everybody will know what i look like then."

"but why does it matter if they know what you look like?" cameron asks.

"that's none of your business!" i quickly snap back, but not too seriously.

everybody knew that there was something holding me back from doing a face reveal. but honestly, i didn't really care too much.

"whatever," ezra volunteered, "i'll get the weed and booze. eric, you order the food and munchies. this thing starts at 7. be there or be dead."

since it was currently 9am, i then had the rest of the day to do whatever.