Lauren Lopez X Reader One-Shots |Requests Open!!|

Adjustment Pains

Warning, y'all. This chapter is kinda spicy so beware if you're younger than 14... enjoy.

My room was quiet that night. It was always quiet, but tonight the silence echoed around, jarringly. I was thinking - maybe a little too much. The clock across the room to me, next to my bed, stated it was 1:23 in the morning. I was sat at my desk, unmoving for the past hour or so, stuck in this trance of self-doubt and worry.

I was the newest Starkid. I just moved in with the Lauren Lopez a few months ago. I had a major role coming up in their newest musical. I had it all. But I was so overwhelmed. Not from work. I just felt left out. I felt out of place. Like I didn't belong. It wasn't because I was left out by the Starkids. Being the newest Starkid, I was so worried about being accepted. They were such a tight-knit group. A family.

All of my new friends were amazing, though; they had immediately welcomed me with open arms, but I constantly had this feeling that they didn't truly want me there.

My door creaked open, a shroud of light coming through and landing on the right most wall. My head darted up towards the door, to see a small silhouette in front of the bright lights of the hallway, "Oh. Hey Laur." I loosened my unconsciously tense body.

"Expecting someone else?" She chuckled quietly.

"No. It's not that." I tried to smile, though I'd assume it didn't look very believable since her expression changed quickly to that of a worried frown. She moved lightly across the room, to my bed. Patting beside her, she took a seat and waited for me.

I felt heavy as I took a stride or two in her direction. Heavier as I dipped into the comforter. Even heavier as she put an arm around me, making me lean on her side.

"Wanna talk about it?" I heard her whisper as I stared off. I leaned out of her reach to face her.

"It's just hard to explain..." I fiddled with my hands, "I'd sound stupid..."

"Hey," I felt a reassuringly firm hand on my shoulder, "Don't worry. I'm sure it's not stupid. You're intitled to feel how you wanna feel."

"It's just. I don't think I belong here."

"What? That ridiculous, everyone loves you! We all talk about your talent and hilarity all the time! This is definitely where you belong. You are a fucking superb actor." Her words helped but this small place in my mind still disagreed. I hate disagreeing with Lauren, though.

"I told you. It's stupid."

"No, it's not." Her voice lowered. She shifted for a moment, "When the Starkids started adding more and more actors, I got overwhelmed. I felt like they were replacing me. Then, just like you, I started thinking I didn't belong."

"But you're Lauren. You're amazing! You'd never get replaced. I'm just me, you know?"

"Well. Thanks for the compliment but you are so much more than 'just me'!" She air quoted the end, "You can sing like there's no tomorrow. You're dancing is so clean and coordinated. You're funny and sweet. And so fucking-" She cut herself off, biting her lip, and looking away.

I twisted the bracelet around my wrist a few times, skeptical, "So fucking what?"

"Nothing," She spoke just a little too quickly. I furrowed my brows at her.

"No. You were gonna say something. I'm so fucking what?"

"Seriously it's nothing," She repeated.

"C'mon!" I laughed, "What is it!"

"I- I was gonna say..." She paused and sighed, "I was gonna say you're so fucking pretty..."

I froze a moment, then smiled, "Really?"

"Yeah. To be honest, I've kind of had a crush on you since I met you." She but her lip again.

"Honestly... the feeling's mutual. I think you're so fucking pretty too." We laughed as our faces subconsciously got closer together.

There was a comfortable silence for a moment as we stared at each other. I saw her look at my lips and inch closer. I did the same thing, leaving us only few inches from each other. There was another moment of stillness. Then, all together our lips crashed into the others, not even taking a moment to start slow. Passion flew through the room as we grabbed at each other, like we'd never get to again. She ran her hand through my hair tugging a little, as I slid my hand under her shirt, towards her bra. She suddenly pulled me closer to her until I was in her lap, leaning my head down to continue the make-out session. She grasped for my shirt, pulling it over me, giving us a moment to catch our breath.

We resumed once more. I quickly reached for the buttons on her button up, fumbling around until her shirt was off and on the floor. I grabbed her waist, slipping my fingers underneath the waistband, tugging slightly. Before I could do more, she pushed me on my back, pinning me on the bed. We both caught our breath for a moment. I looked around, seeing the shirts strewn about on the floor, then looked back at Lauren, seeing a scary-hot, fiery look in her eyes.

"So, I'm gonna take a guess and say you're a top?" I smirked, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear and placing palm against her cheek.

I caught the right side of her lips twitching upwards before she placed her impossibly tiny hand around the wrist that was near her face. She moved the hand that was being used to prop her body up onto my other wrist and pulled my arms together above my head, pinning me down.
She leaned down, a little sigh escaping her lips before she whispered in my ear.

"Oh, darling, you're about to find out..."