mccreamy x reader fanfiction

9

y/n's pov

i woke up to the sunlight beaming through the window. i was wearing something different than what i was wearing yesterday. black adidas shorts and a light pink cropped t-shirt.

i felt some weight towards my waist, i looked down to see a hand. i turned around to see who it was...

jay?!?!

ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshthisisnthappening

we were clothed so i'm guessing not much happened last night, but i couldn't remember anything. i sit up.

"uhhhhhh, jay..." i nudge him to wake up.

he groans as he slowly wakes up. "wha-" his eyes widen as he notices the situation. "oh no, oh no, oh no..." he panics.

"i don't remember a single thing last night. do you?" i question, getting out of the bed.

"not at all," he responds. "but you should probably look at your neck..."

that doesn't sound good.

i rush over to the mirror to see hickeys planted on my neck. "oh my god... what did we do?!" i whisper-shout, making sure nobody else would hear.

"how am i supposed to know? we were both drunk and stoned. we both don't remember anything." he defends.

"you need to get out before somebody sees you in here. i'll take care of these.... marks." i push him out of the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

i put layers of concealer and foundation over the marks. soon enough, it couldn't be seen at all.

i change into a light purple cropped tanktop, but i keep the same shorts on. i don't remember wearing these...

knock knock knock
"hey could you open up? it's toby..."

"yeah, just a minute..." i shout as i put on deodorant and perfume on.

i open the door. he comes in and closes it behind him. "what happened between you and jay last night?" he interrogates. last i remember, he was the only one who didn't take or drink anything.

i think of a lie. "i don't remember... but he didn't wake up in my bed so i'm guessing nothing. last i knew, he brought me inside and told me to dry off."

he looks at me questionably. he shrugs. "okay... nevermind then." he goes downstairs.

i go to the bathroom to brush me teeth and fix my hair, putting it in a ponytail. there was curls in it from my bun i had in since yesterday. it looked nice, though.

i go downstairs. jay, cam, toby, and mason were in there.

"enjoyed your birthday yesterday, y/n?" cameron asks as he flips an egg on a pan.

"definitely. but i'm hungover as fuck and my head hurts so bad..." i groan as i reach for the bottle of advil on the table.

me and jay locked eyes. i almost gave him a death glare because i started to think... what if he was trying to take advantage of me last night? what if i was the one who came into him?

he put his hands up in the air, as if he was saying i didn't do anything!

"ummm... is there something going on between you and jay?" mason noticed the situation.

"nope."

i notice toby get skeptical.

"do you want some eggs and bacon?" cameron asks.

"no thanks." i say as i pull out leftovers of the cake from yesterday. "i'm set." i leave with a smile.

i ate in the living room. some of the guys gave me a weird look for eating a whole cake to myself.

"how do you stay so skinny when you eat so much? it pisses me off..." john questions. i shrug, taking in another bite.

nobody was playing the xbox, so i asked "hey does anybody want to play playground with me?"

jaren volunteers. we played 2 hours of playground. we found some funny kids so we decided to play with them again. i was naturally better than jaren because i've grown up with xbox. i usually never play fortnite on computer, but if i do, i connect my controller. i'm still better than the kids i go against.

i get a notification on my phone.

gay baby gang 👼🏼

mason 🤢
guys something is
going on between
y/n and jay.

pursula 🧟‍♀️
wrong group chat,
mason. you're dead.

iNUTT 🍆
dude... i'd hide if i
were you. 

fitz 👹
care to share, y/n?

jay 💩
nothing happened.
i don't get why you think
something did, mason.

mason 🤢
y/n gave you a death glare
and you put your hands in
the air. hmmm...

johnwithabigdingdong
mason, maybe she's on her
period and he knows about it
and he didn't want to mess
with her. i wouldn't want to
if she was... girls are dangerous.

pursula 🧟‍♀️
i'm not on my period, john.
even if i was, you'd be my first
target. nothing happened. now
can you fuck off and eat your
eggs? damn cunts.

sometimes i feel like i'm friends with 3 year olds. i ignore the texts, and i shut off my phone.

"i'll be right back." i tell jaren. he nods, then cusses at the game.

i walk into the kitchen. "mason," i sternly say. "you're fucking dead."