#cench
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distractions.
summary: central cee and you decided to collaborate together on a track together, but when things get a little too heated your minds drive… elsewhere
pairings: single!central cee x reader
genre: smut.. just smut
word count: 2.6k+ (unedited)
a/n: this is my first smut lmao can't believe i've done this, i mean i couldn’t help it central cee too fine. i’m not the best at it though.. 😁😁🙏🏾
central cee and you both spend your time in his private studio, located in his apartment. it's decently sized but not too spacious, regardless it gets the job done and the both of you manage to produce and record your lines for the track.
you've both wanted to work with one another on a song together and so have your fans, they've been awaiting this for so long that your management team decided it was the best decision.
you stand on inside of the booth looking down at the lyrics sheet that lies in front of you, humming the rhythm before the track plays within your headphones and you begin to sing along over your back vocals.
cench sits in front of you layed back in one of the wheely chairs that sit behind the booth, he watches you sing nodding his head to the rhythm of the song but also impressed by your vocal abilities.
it's the two of you alone in the studio which is quiet unusual considering the fact that during the last studio sessions the studio was filled with friends of central cee who decided to show up.
but instead this time, it's only the two of you. but it feels far from awkward it feels comforting and you both focus on getting the work done.
the song's chorus comes to and end and he stops the instrumental from playing again, upon finishing you glance at him and put a thumbs up asking him if you did good enough of a job, he nods and you do a small celebration that makes him laugh.
he begins to speak but it's too muffled due to the soundproof booth so you take your headphones off and open the door slightly to hear him better, "you did great, we don't even have to run it over again." he admits and you smile.
"you sure, i feel like some of it was a little off." you tell him but he shakes his head in refusal so you decided to leave it since it is his song after all.
"can i hear it over?" you ask him and he nods playing it over again, you put the headphones back onto your head and listen to it carefully.
the song starts off with central cee's wonderful rap that as usual never miss, the song then slips into the chorus that you sing and the beat drop before it sounds perfect.
the booth of you glance at one another in satisfaction at the song so far, sharing a smile as it continues before stopping at the progress so far.
"i think it's great so far." you say with a sigh as you sit behind the booth on one of the wheely chair turning yourself side to side.
"it's more than great." he mumbles.
the room is quiet and you decide to take out your phone, you glance at the time to see it read 10:43pm, it's getting later and you consider leaving within the next 20 minutes.
he finds an interest in the piano in front of the two of you, playing random notes that don't even sound too great together, you watch him finding the sight hilarious he notices so and shrugs embarrassed.
"i'm not too much a piano player," he sighs shaking his head trying to save himself, "i took lessons for a week and gave up on it." he clarifies and you nod your head numerously in a joking manner.
"can you even play any instrument?" you ask him genuinely and he shakes his head, your mouth drops in disbelief.
"maybe it's something i should get into, i don't play anything." he admits before smiling sheepishly.
"i'll show you something."
your hands find a placement onto the keyboard, testing out the position by pressing down on the notes to get the right keys. you begin to play something small and watch how his face turns into full surprise.
you smile as you continue before you get to distracted by him watching you and pause, "i can't focus with you watching me like that." you tell him annoyed and he laughs.
"forget i'm even here." he sighs closing his eyes and leaning back into your seat; you watch him do so frowning.
"how am i supposed to forget your there." you tell him but he doesn't respond so you exhale deeply before continuing to play the piano.
you'd admit, it's been a while since you've last played the piano but you've impressed yourself by still remembering the notes to the piece you play every single time.
you continue to play the piano forgetting he's even there until you come to an end, when you turn to look at him he's still laid back into his seat with his eyes closed, his hood lying over his head.
is he sleeping?
you hit him on the side of his arm and he winces before sitting upright, his hand rushing to soothe where he was attacked, "that fucking hurt." he groans and you smile to yourself.
"were you sleeping whilst i was playing?" you question him and he sighs still whining over the punch you just gave him.
"you didn't need to punch me like that," he starts watching how you only smile, "i wasn't sleeping, i was just resting my eyes innit."
you hum in response and watch how he sits upright in his seat rolling the chair over to stand beside you, he glances over the keys on the piano before speaking. "teach me something." he says.
"what am i supposed to teach you." you question him, he shrugs his shoulders with a yawn not helping you one bit.
"i dunno, maybe a chord or some shit." he utters and you bite your lip in thought of watch chord to do. he watches as your hand runs along the keyboard thinking of a position before it plays a chord.
he watches you carefully and when the pleasing sound rings he glances at you only to find you looking at him already, "did you see that?" you ask him and he shakes his head.
you roll your eyes in response, "what, am i supposed to get it on the first try?" he questions you confused only to see you nod.
you watch as his tattooed hand reaches over attempting to do the same hand movement that you did, but it doesn't succeed to make the correct sound.
"no, your supposed to do it like this." you mumble, your hand reaching over to correct his. you move his hand one down along and place it on top of his getting him to push it down as it sounds the correct chord.
"what chord was that?" he asks you curiously, you glance to look at him and it's only then you both notice how close you are to one another.
"c." you say. upon hearing your response he laughs to himself and you watch him confused, after seeing your confused face he stops laughing.
"it wasn't a c, for central cee." you mumble.
"yeah, definitely."
"you're not that special." you joke to him as you move your hand away from his and he nods gazing at you, it's only when you look up that your eyes meet his.
"mhm."
silence. you don't know what to say to him and you won't lie the way that his voice sounded when he hummed did something to you. you feel your cheeks begin to redden and you mentally curse at yourself.
luckily, the room is tinted dark blue so it's impossible for him to notice a thing; or it could just really be due to your melanated skin.
it's obvious that he notices how he's caught you out of words as a smirk grows upon his face, you watch his lips do so until he brings you out of your thoughts. "i got you quiet, i won." he mumbles.
you remain quiet not saying anything until the space between the two of you becomes smaller, before you could think of anything your lips press against his.
you can feel his smirk widen against your lips wider before he kisses you back, deeper but not too desperate. you don't even notice the fact you've just kissed central cee, your mind is just completely filled with.. desire.
the kiss runs long and you feel his arms wrap around your lower waist bringing you close to him, but the inconvenience of the chairs makes you get up from your chair and sit up on his lap instead.
it's then that everything hits you and you pull apart from his lips, your chest heaves numerously in sync with his and you eyes glance all over his face as you realise what's happening.
his gaze reads something completely different, his once playful eyes have turned dark and hazy showcasing lust instead it makes you ache for more and the position of you siting up on him creates even more need within your lower region.
"fuck." he says and before you know it, he's kissing you again. the kiss is more desperate and you fall into it, he takes the dominance but you try to keep a hold of everything by wrapping your arms around his neck.
you feel him grow harder and harder beneath you just how you grow desperate and desperate, you need him badly just as bad as you need him. you'd never ever think that tonight would turn out the way it did.
your hips subconsciously begin to move slowly against his but he grabs a hold of you stopping you, his lips part away from you and you frown at him, he sees this and smiles.
he kisses your neck and you lean your head back giving him even more space, you don't care that you'll probably end up with hickies all over your neck when you feel him slightly bite you, all you need is him.
"i need you so bad." he mumbles against your neck before pecking your neck all the way up to the side of your face, you look at one another before it hits and you share a smile.
before you know it your up from his lap and your hands occupy themselves into pulling his sweats down, when you see the sight of his harden self through his pants you glance back up at him only to see him covering his face with his hand.
you pull down his boxers and he springs free his member hitting you against your nose catching you aback, you stare at him for a moment but a moment too long and he peers down at you.
"don't just stare at it." he groans and you smile, you lick the tip of his cock and the pleasing sensation sends a moan to leave his lips. you tease him, your tounge running around the tip where he's most sensitive and he moans.
he grows to desperate and before you know it his hand comes up to your head, he finds a comfort in your hair before he pushes your head down his shaft slowly.
you breathe through your nose as you take in his size before growing used to it and beginning to pump your head slowly down his shaft continuously causing him to groan quietly.
he uses your head to help him reach his high, pumping you slowly down him but also muttering how good you are occasionally. you feel your eyes begin to water slightly but luckily you don't have to much of a gag reflex.
"fuck, you're so good." he groans as he watches you take him, his hand helping to move your hair away from your face, he closes his eyes tightly as he approaches his orgasm.
his moans become shorter and more intense and it's then you can tell that he's about to release any minute. perfect. you pull away from him and he looks down at you confused.
you watch as he glares at you annoyed, "what the fuck was that for?" he asks you but you don't say anything rubbing your mouth clean with the back of your hand.
his eyes don't leave you once, reading nothing but pissed at the interruption of his orgasm, he watches you as you take off your trousers and pants; his cock twitching ever so slightly as it pleads for your attention.
"you think i'd let you cum first?" you ask him and he furrows his brows in complete denial.
you approach him as you kick away your lower clothes that pool around your feet, glaring at him "fuck me then." you tell him, he watches you with his mouth agape never expecting to see you turn into a completely different person.
you lean against the producing equipment waiting for him expectantly, but when you feel his presence behind you and his hands hold your ass you let out a moan.
he slaps your ass, making you gasp at the sudden pain before he rubs your cheek to soothe it. he pulls out a condom from the inside of his pocket and you turn around to glance at him at the sound of it opening.
"you had that on you all along?" you ask him and he grins taking it out before pulling it over his cock.
"knew i'd need it." and with that he pushes himself into you slowly without warning making your mouth agape.
he waits for a moment until he's all the way in you before he starts to move, thrust in and out of you each time causing you to moan.
your bodies are in sync as he fucks you getting turned on by the sight of you bent before him as he fucks you senseless. he gradually becomes more faster and his thrusts become stronger.
"shit." you moan although your words sound all messed up due to the rocking back and forth you experience from his thrusts.
your hands hold onto the bumpy toggles in front of you trying to find something to hold onto as you take each thrust that runs through you. you're floating in ecstasy and it all feels too good.
he moans many things under his breath that you can't pick up on too busy by being engulfed in the intense pleasure you experience as you gradually approach your high.
you feel his hand reach over underneath you, rubbing your sensitive clit whilst he takes you; the feeling of him inside you, but his hand rubbing on your sensitive bud makes it all eventually unbareable.
your moans become louder and more desperate as you feel your high approaching; once again his hand slaps your ass earning another loud gasp from you.
your hair is held up my his hand and it's obvious your makeup is probably fucked up by now, but at this point that doesn't even matter to you anymore. everything just feels too good.
you reach your orgasm and pant vigorously, he notices this and pulls out of you rubbing himself with his hand as he releases himself inside of his condom.
you rest your head on the equipment in front of you as you both catch your breath, it's only then that you feel your legs become to grow all achy and weak.
"shit, my legs." you laugh to yourself as you wobble; he notices this and laughs tying the condom and obviously throwing it into the bin.
"good luck." he jokes and you roll your eyes.
"i need to shower." you complain feeling all sticky as usual after sex, he hums in agreement.
"i'll shower with you." he smiles.
you attempt to push him away but due to your growing weak legs you fail, instead complaining about how sore they are. seems like central cee has won in keeping you quiet.
"so are we gonna work on the track again?"
"probably not for now."
#central cee x y/n#central cee imagines#central cee smut#central cee#cench#central cee x reader#centralcee#centralceeedit#central cee x you#reader x central cee
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more central cee pls !
FACE TO FACE | CENTRAL CEE
PAIR: CENTRAL CEE X READER
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST
TAGGED: @playboykenz
A/N: to the two anons that asked for more central cee, i hope you enjoy this little fic i wrote!
FACE TO FACE SERIES: jack harlow | central cee
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as the cameras were getting ready, oakley couldn’t help but to giggle about the fact that his girlfriend was going to interview him.
this was something you loved doing with oakley at home. coming from work, you and oakley would be having long nights together, answering and giggling about each other’s answers. this time, the public was going to watch this, and oakley felt comfortable sharing his answers to them.
you introduced yourself to everyone, “hello gq, i’m y/n l/n, and today i’ll be asking a set of questions to central cee.”
in front of you, there was a laptop, with oakley being in front of your screen. you start the call, “hi cench.”
oakley blushed, “hi y/n.”
“today we get to share to everyone what we do at home,” you show the cameras the set of cards filled with questions, “the couple’s quiz!”
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☆ FIRST QUESTION - “HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN THREE WORDS?”
“three words,” oakley starts saying words that came in mind, “focused, candid….”
you nod, using this as a sign to keep going. “come on, one more, one more!”
oakley immediately went back to thinking mode. you lay your head down, trying not to burst into laughter. you raised your head afterwards, “you want me to help you out?”
“of course,” oakley said, with a charming smile at you.
“cee.”
“yes?”
with a straight face, you admit, “i think you’re very cute.”
“focused, candid, and cute it is.”
☆ SECOND QUESTION - “FIVE ESSENTIALS?”
for this question, the staff brought in the items, and oakley removes his chain in order to showcase it to everyone. “obviously, we have to go with this one first.”
you tried not to brag, but you let it slide since you’re his girlfriend, “picked by the best.”
oakley nods in agreement, “mhm.”
he then showcased the watch on his wrist, “another one picked by y/n, and it’s this watch.”
he then explains three other objects: headphones, crackers, and a book.
“i have two headphones - one i use for the gym and the other during my spare time,” oakley pulled a bag of crackers close to the camera, “these crackers were gifted by my mum in christmas, they’re so delicious.”
he smiled as he showed everyone a book. the book was very special to him, as it was another gift - this time it was from you to him. “this book is gifted by y/n, and i love to carry it on the road. i still remember those words, telling me it’s a reminder of love.”
“it’s like you’re carrying a piece of me, you know?”
☆ THIRD QUESTION - “WHAT’S THE MOST ROMANTIC THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?”
sarcastically, oakley answered, “i’m a hopeless romantic…”
you jokingly glared at him, “really?”
“i don’t know man, i’m transitioning, i’m changing. this is all hard for me like i’m trying to think-”
“boo hoo,” you mocked, “it was so hard for you. why don’t you just grow up?”
oakley admits, “it’s easier said than done.”
☆ FOURTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR SELF CARE ROUTINE?”
oakley repeated the question, “my self care routine?”
you looked down at the card, “yes.”
“my self care routine consists of sleeping, waking up to do my skin care, going to the studio,” oakley gets into detail, “people don’t tend add that, but music is a form of self care. it’s enjoyable and arguably, a form of therapy.”
“i can see where you’re coming from, and i agree,” you comment, “music is universal.”
☆ FIFTH QUESTION - “FAVORITE LYRIC?”
oakley shrugs, “god knows.”
“i don’t know that one.”
“do you swear on the shore?” oakley asked you.
“yeah,” you nod, “shit.”
he laughs, and you added, “crumbs.”
oakley continued laughing at your nonsense, “what?”
you lied, “i swear all the time, okay?”
oakley knew it wasn’t true at all, leaving it with a simple response. “okay,” he shook his head, “it’s not that attractive though is it?”
as a joke, you tried to impress your boyfriend, slamming your hands on the table. “okay, i don’t swear!”
☆ SIXTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE RED CARPET LOOK FROM ME?”
oakley leaned on the chair. “ooh, this is a tough one. am i allowed to say my favorite runway look?”
“nope.”
“just red carpet.”
“yes.” you got close to the webcam, and the only thing that showed up on oakley’s screen was your eyes and forehead. “…say it!”
he picked his top five looks of yours, “as of right now, i would have to go with your mtv video music awards from 2022, the met gala look from 2022, and last year and this year’s grammys look.
“and you got to thank law roach for the styling.” you start giving him a round of applause.
☆ SEVENTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY ENCOUNTER?”
oakley recounts, “apologies y/n, but i got to tell the funny one.”
you blankly stare at him, “the one where we met drake?”
“yes,” oakley smirked. he starts telling the story behind it, “so we went to this festival, and drake decided to invite us to the after party. during the party, he was on his phone scrolling on instagram, and that’s when he showed me a picture of y/n. he was like, who is this, she’s so pretty? that’s when i answered him, saying that it was y/n, who was right there. she didn’t say anything, but rather laughed about the whole situation.”
you add, “he was definitely drunk there, and he was surprised by my appearance at the party afterwards.”
☆ EIGTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S SOMETHING ABOUT ME THAT PEOPLE DON’T KNOW?”
“i think people should pay attention to what i’m about to say,” oakley exposes your hobby, “but y/n loves gardening.”
you playfully rolled your eyes at him, believing that it’s not that big of deal as he makes. “why are you making it such a big deal? leave me and my plants out of this!”
“i find it very cute though,” oakley visualizes, “walking outside to see you watering your plants. i can name some from the top of my head.”
you crossed your arms, having a smug look. “oh really?” you scoffed.
“yeah.”
oakley starts listing names of your plants, causing you to be left with a speechless face that was soon filled with laughter.
reflecting at this question, you also found it cute that oakley remembered your not-so-secret hobby of gardening. the way he remembered the names of your plants indicated his love language.
☆ NINTH QUESTION - “WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE ME FOR A DAY?”
“what would y/n do?” oakley asked himself as you listened.
as soon as he came up with the idea, he shared it in front of everyone, “if i were you for a day, i think i would head down to the studio and try to make music.”
“smart,” you recall, “i’ve always wanted to make music for a long time, but i think we’re good as a model for now.”
“new date idea,” oakley states, “make music with y/n.”
“that sounds lovely.”
☆ TENTH QUESTION - “WHAT ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE TO EVERYONE RIGHT NOW?”
“this one’s a bit cliche but my thing is live yours,” oakley said, “that’s what’s inspiring innit.”
you agree to his piece of advice, “so basically express yourself?”
“correct.”
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the tenth questioned marked the end of the interview and was left with one more scene to record.
the cameras starts recording oakley, “if you want to see me ask y/n these questions face to face, go to vogue.com.”
“thank you to gq for being involved in this conversation between central cee and i. thank you for watching!” you waved to the camera. the video cues to a white screen, placing the names of the people involved.
after the interview, oakley waited for you to exit the studio. when you saw him, you gave him a tight hug. “you were amazing!”
“thank you!” oakley smiled, “you know what sounds more amazing? bringing you to the studio right now.”
“you and your bad flirting skills,” you sarcastically rolled your eyes at him, “but a studio date sounds nice right now.”
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In my business pt 2
A/N: ik i take ages to post stuff guys but some things in life been kicking my ass and i either dont have time or im just not in the mood to write. I hope yall like this tho. next part will have more jack!!!
summary: AU where reader is an all around artist (writer, singer, model etc) and after being spotted with jack harlow she becomes the talk of the town. What will her baby daddy/ex central cee think???
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moodymagazine Uh oh moodies! It seems like #Y/n baby daddy #CentralCee not too happy about the circulating rumors after she was seen getting cozy with the first class rapper #JackHarlow. He posted a photo of himself with the middle finger from a page of his interview in a #DazedKorea magazine, captioning the foto with “Current mood”. So far we have yet to receive any confirmation from Y/n or Jack Harlow about their current situation.
What do you guys think, let us know in the comments below⬇️
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ryyannexox 1h
omg here we go again he is so pettyyyy. he nees to move on and leave her alone didnt he cheat on her multiple times???? men always act like trash then get mad when you leave them.
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iammari 1h
@ryyannexox How does it feel to be loud and WRONG! You people just say anything on the internet. Cench and y/n both have said that he never cheated on her and the fact that they still follow each other should be a sign that they're still on good terms so stop projecting lmao
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yungkelly 3h
Idk why yall bother arguing about these twos relationship. They break up and make up more than me and my man thats not my man
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nia2pretty 3h
LMAOOO not my man thats not my man bitch im deaaad
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bridget82 2h
They're both alays in a different country i hope theyre kids are well taken care of
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y/ncloset 1h
@bridget82 yall ALWAYS worried about THEIR kids did you cook dinner for your own kids yet miss BRIDGET?
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amylai 10m
the white boy she raps about in her unreleased song is probably jack!!!! hear me out guys
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nianiania 6m
@amylai YOURE ONTO SOMETHING FR
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y/n he be feedin me 🍝 & 🦞 #areacodes out @ MIDNIGHT !!
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icespice 2m
😍😍😍😍
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bbgrlashly 9m
y/n im begging you to give me one chanceee😫
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_ell.a 3m
@bbgrlashly Get in line bby girl!
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cyabiah13 1h
It's the body for meeee🔥
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amore2.o 1h
maam are you not gonna address the rumors???👀
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missjanay 1h
Stomach said "what kids?!" share the routine sis
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davespi 1h
Jack harlow out of all people? thought you were different
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cassinspace 1h
@davespi boo fucking hoo go cry somewhere else. as if you ever had a chance with your ugly ass
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MOTHERRRR❤️
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pt3
#jack harlow#central cee#moody4world#moody fics#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow x you#central cee x reader#cench
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He's A Distraction
(Central Cee x Reader)
Summary: You're a dedicated student and going to Cambridge and become a doctor is your stars and heavens. To make that happen you have to move schools, a boy was never meant to be part of the picture. But Cench looks so good in it...
Word Count: 2 472
Notes: Sorry this is a bit long, I would love if you guys would send requests.
You scroll fixatedly on your laptop, scanning the screen in intense concentration and stopping each time something caught your attention. Reading the Cambridge Medicine webpage was an addiction; in the past you had tried to dissuade yourself from accepting this, but how could you not when it always stared blankly back at you? Addictive but productive, each time you re-read the sentences you had engraved into your memory you grew closer to your dream. And when you closed your eyes at night, you saw yourself in lavender scrubs and a pearly white lab coat; living your dream of being a Cambridge Alumni doctor.
Three A*s needed for entry motivated you to be an excellent student. You didn't mean to behave exaltedly but your current school was inadequate in innumerable ways. Today in biology, there hadn't been enough dissection kits, so the class had taken notes robotically and brushed over the practical. Defeated, you remembered how you had trudged home dubious; how could a school implore success in its students and not have the right resources? A memory of sitting in an examination room at Queen Victoria's Sixth Form Academy unnerved you, yes, you had sat the scholarship examination. It had been strenuous and the competition in the room had been palpable, even so, you didn't feel as if you could compete successfully. Falling asleep, you were plagued by these worrisome thoughts even in your dreams.
Obnoxiously the sound of your alarm erupted immersing the room and awakening you. Each morning when you woke up, a void would open gaping at you, existing ostentatiously: It was a persisting sense of loneliness at first; an innocuous reminder to cherish time with your parents. But this was difficult when they both left for work as the sun just began to emerge teasingly over the horizon. Your mother worked as a university professor, such a nominal salary for an intelligent woman, and your dad worked as a nurse; anyone could tell you nurses were underappreciated, numbers didn't have to. A smart knock was being emitted from the hallway, who was at the door?
A postman adorned in fluorescents held a letter for you to take, when you hesitated a second too delayed, he dropped it, walking swiftly to his flagged motorbike and zooming down the road. A Queen Victoria's Academy insignia? You felt so inauspicious as you leaned on the door prying the seal delicately open. Covering your face with your hand you peaked at the verdict through the intricate gaps between your fingers. "We would like to congratulate your success on the recent Academic Scholarship examination and invite you to accept a scholarship place with us." No words can grasp your joy it's transcending.
Yawning tiredly, you stretched placing your feet into your fluffy slippers, the night had gone and went without a wink of reprieve - you were consumed with nerves for the day ahead: Your first day at Queen Victoria's Sixth Form Academy. Opening the door, you walked across the creaking timber to make breakfast alone as you did every morning. You were befuddled to see your mother occupied in the kitchen handling an assortment of kitchenware ,readying a breakfast spread; usually you would just eat cereal; before you were pancakes, fresh fruit niftily cut, orange juice and array of salivating dishes.
"Mum why are you not at work?"
"I wanted to drive you for your first day, I can't begin to express how proud dad and I are," she said beaming excitedly.
You sat at the kitchen visualizing your mother's small, slightly dated and mediocre car driving alongside the avant-garde and luxurious cars of your new peers. Your stomach knotted half ominously and half guiltily. She seemed so happy to drive you and had sacrificed work to drive you, your inner monologue whispered insisting to take the bus would leave your mother forlorn.
"I'm glad you're taking me; I didn't really want to take the bus on my first day anyways."
Lies.
The academy's tree-lined boulevard was now in sight, driving alongside it now; planting your face against the misty window, eager to catch a glimpse. Your mother's car was now aligned with the curb which signaled a convenient space to leave; grudgingly you opened the door slowly as if peeking into a foreign world - in a way you were. You breathed in a long breath of courage as you slung your bag across your shoulders.
"Bye mum, thanks for the ride," you said, genuinely grateful.
"My pleasure darling, I love you, see you after school." Your mother grinned, pride cascading her face and carved smile lines. Guilt ebbed slowly as you watched your mother drive away. As her car dissipated to a speck in the distance a humble maroon car pulled to the curb, your mother had dropped you off with a car of a similar stature. You felt an unspoken sense of camaraderie. I'm glad I have someone to share the embarrassment with.
A boy emerged who appeared to be in the upper-sixth form - your year. He didn't seem ashamed of his car or even the slightest bit alienated; instead, he was confident, you could read if from his aura: it preceded him. Staring now, you saw his dark hair which was styled into jaw length box braids. His cutting cheek bones were iridescent, catching the sunlight, and you marveled at the softness of his plum bottom lip...
"I love you mum, thanks for the ride," he spoke to his mother with a genuine smile.
"I couldn't say no after you begged for a ride, could I? Have a good first day, Oakley."
What! He had asked for a ride. The guilt came gushing back, you weren't like him, yes you could relate about your car which was vain and face level. But he appreciated his mother wholly and wasn't attempting a façade to fit in with the elitism around. You felt a searing pang of shame. Frozen in thought you only broke out of this state when you felt dark coffee eyes meeting your gaze. The dwindling blare of the lesson bell dismissed you from the intense, awkward situation. Walking towards the office to meet the enrollment officer you chastised yourself sternly: This was the year of academic success entailing A*s, boys could tear down everything you had worked so hard for in a painful heartbeat.
The enrollment officer had distributed timetables to the small group of scholarship students; some of them gave a condescending air: Almost as if the fact testing had terminated slipped their minds, but most were nice and proffered kind but shy smiles, clipped at the edges with perceptible nerves. You navigated the halls wearily searching for your chemistry lab, the school was grandiose but tastefully understated. The look of old money attracted your gaze, it was a world away from where you had come. Walking the winding stairs, you see your chemistry class meters away from the landing 'room 299.'
Having arrived ahead of time allowed you to peruse the chemistry lab, it was a spectacle. Advanced modern equipment, granite bench tops, the most powerful microscopes... It left you speechless. You were broken from your trance by your classmates trickling in slowly and the booming voice of your new chemistry teacher.
"I am Dr. Olsen, I have a doctorate of chemistry from Oxford itself, trust you are in more than good hands," he paused to chuckle at his own joke but carried on when the students unreciprocated his mirth.
"This is the only chemistry class in the upper sixth form, that should allude to the arduous nature of the course. Therefore, to maximise your concentration I have taken it upon myself to devise a seating plan."
Dr. Olsen trailed off when the class began to groan resentfully.
"You can thank me when you receive your A-level results at the end of sixth form. Right then, in the back row, Y/N and Oakley Caesar-Su, Veronica Windward and Yasser Malik ..."
Oakley, You had been seated next to the boy from earlier this morning. You knew you shouldn't be smiling to yourself, chemistry was an imperative A-level. You weaved yourself to the back row and sat next to him.
"Hi Oakley," your voice had manifested much more timidly than you had expected.
" Yeah hey y/n, call me Cench, only my mum and tired old teachers like this one call me Oakley."
You giggled unexpectedly, he grinned back his gaze lingering. As Dr. Olsen droned on about Titration you took down notes studiously, beside you Cench was doing the same; writing down notes swiftly. You couldn't help but notice his handwriting was neat and prettily round, looking at his notes you dropped your pen. From your stool you reached down to retrieve it, on the way back up you bumped heads with Cench who had thoughtfully wanted to help.
"Oh my days, I'm sorry y/n, you good?" He was asking searching your eyes for signs of hurt.
You went to assure him you were okay when you got cut off by no other than Dr. Olsen...
"You two in the back Oakley and y/n quiet please."
"I am sorry Dr. Olsen I was just _"
"I don't want a justification take notes like everyone else, or get out," he said belittlingly.
Your cheeks got hotter as the class snapped their necks rubbernecking to witness your embarrassment, you looked at your notes mortified.
"Look, Dr. Olsen, You don't have to chat to her that way, she bumped her head and I was seeing if she was okay, yeah." Cench's jaw was locked making his cheek bones even more enunciated.
" Don't talk back Mr. Caesar-Su, detention after school." With an angered demeanor he resumed his lesson. You fought away guilt as you continued taking notes, if only I had gripped my pen tighter.
Trailing the halls advancing towards the exit, you're clouded with gratitude tinged with empathy for Cench, you hadn't meant to get him in trouble. Nor had you meant to tarnish his reputation in front of the strictest teacher. In your periphery you see Cench and your heart soars.
"Hi, Cench, I'm so sorry about earlier, I didn't think you'd get in trouble for trying to help."
"Don't worry about it y/n, that prick shouldn't have -"
"Right, students before we go into the room, these are the rules of after-school detention..." A teacher drawled these words with an expression of boredom.
You gave Cench an apologetic look over your shoulder before you opened the door, you were met by a smile and a shrug of the shoulders from Cench. The whole way home your mind is scattered with intrusive thoughts of him, you don't want them there but you don't want to fight them away either.
Cench's POV:
Detention dragged on just as I thought, thoughts of y/n appeased this listlessness because thinking of her had made it bearable. As we had worked on our assignments in silence I had chosen to continue my English literature essay. I could say I had not made much progress because the silence which filled the room was unsettling, but really it was because it was y/n who occupied my mind. Y/n with her guileless smile, her sharp and dazzling intellect, the clocked tick some more and I spent the time like this: Thinking up an interminable list of why I like y/n. Really and truly I had only met her today, but something about her...
Wrapping a towel around my waist and drying my wet braids, I hear a ping from my phone. 'You have received an email from..." It's a notification from the enrollments officer. Is this about today, I know I went overboard but I wasn't gonna let that prick talk to y/n like that.
I check what she has to say and she's saying I have to pick an extra-curricular to fulfil my scholarship expectations. That's calm, I'll join the Charitable Cause Club, I heard y/n is in it.
Y/N's POV:
At your desk you're riddled with inconsolable worry. In two days will be the chemistry exam which will make thirty percent of your semester grade. Staring at the notes in front of you which feel insurmountable you begin studying. It is well after midnight when you finally turn off your lamp and resign to sleep.
Cench's POV:
Standing around the classroom I see y/n, her eyebrows are nearly touching in what looks like worry while she reads her chemistry notes. I never thought she would panic during exam season, I think she's the smartest in our whole class. Watching her worry like eats away at me I really don't like it.
Lying awake on top of my covers despite the cold. My mind turns to y/n for the infinite time and I stop randomly at the Starbucks order she has in the morning sometimes. A regular matcha latte with two pumps of vanilla syrup and a strawberry icing doughnut embedded with fresh pieces of strawberry. Trust man's not simping... it's deeper than that.
Y/N's POV:
At 7am on a Friday morning, the library is empty. The comforting silence interrupted sporadically by the tinkering of the librarian. Today, is the day of the chemistry exam and no matter how much you study you don't feel ready for the exam. You feel warmth on your head, the feeling of someone watching you so you glance up straight into coffee eyes. It's Cench leaning on a bookcase your favourite Starbucks order in hand. Your heart skips several beats.
"Hi y/n, your such a neek you know, studying at this time." Cench says this as his eyes flick across your face, enthralled.
"I don't know, you can never be prepared enough," you retort, trying to fight a smile from showing on your lips but failing.
"I don't know about that, you'll do great, your as smart as you are cute. Which makes you very smart."
You feel your cheeks getting hotter and you stare blankly at your notebook.
Never taking his eyes off you Cench puts the drink and a paper bag down on the table.
"I got you a little something, good luck, yeah."
You watch him as he walks away, with his bag slung over one shoulder. Suddenly you are filled with the confidence he has in you.
Taking a few sips of your matcha leaves you refreshed, reaching into the paper bag your heart squeezes when you see a strawberry covered doughnut. How did he know. Looking inside the bag for napkins you see a strip of paper, unfolding the paper you read the message.
It says: You should go out with man. Scrolled on the bottom is a phone number.
You gasp earning a reprimanding look from the librarian. Your mind wanders visualising what your date with him will be like.
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THE END
#one shot#x reader#central cee#cench#romance#fluffy#classical piano#fanfic#fanfiction#y/n#imagine#uk#ukrapper#central cee x reader#central x you#central cee fan fic#writer
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I'm doing more and talking less.
#cench#black luxury#black girls in luxury#hypergamy#rich black girls#rich black women#soft life#luxury lifestyle#wealthy lifestyle#black tumblr#successmindset#successtips#personal growth
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CENTRAL CEE via tiktok
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Boxing
Description:
- Cench trying to teach Kordei how to box
Word count:
- 435
Kᴏʀᴅᴇɪ Cᴏʀsᴏ
(core-dee-uh core-so)
"Put your arms over your face, it helps block blows to your face", Cee said as he demonstrated by bringing his arms up to cover his face.
"Now let's try it."
We got in position and he went in for a face punch and I immediately covered my face like he showed me.
"Good", he said with a slight smile. "But.."
He tapped my stomach.
"If you cover your face all the time it's easier to hit your stomach and chest. So make sure you only cover your face when necessary."
"Why are you even tryna show me how to box? I'm not a boxer", I chuckled.
"Just incase one of these bums try you."
"Let me show you what I already know", I said cracking my knuckles.
"Come on", he chuckled.
"So I'm walking down the street right.. and you come up behind me and grab my arm.."
He snatched my arm and I turned around, kicking him in the balls.
Well tried, he grabbed my leg and flipped me over.
"Hitting em in the balls is a typical move. Try and hit em where their jaw and neck connect", he said as he helped me up.
"You didn't have to flip me Cee", I mumbled, dusting myself off.
"I'm tryna give you an idea of what they'll do so you can be prepared ", he chuckled. "Try again."
He grabbed my arm again and I turned around, hitting him between his jaw and neck.
"KC", he laughed. "You're supposed to hit hard when you're defending yourself. You want to hurt em and make them let you go, not give em a slight headache."
I frowned, snatching my arm out his grasp.
"Run me my one, cause you done pissed me off", I said bringing up my fist.
"Come on then", he said doing the same.
I threw the first punch to his chest and he stumbled back a bit.
"Damn I didn't think you was actually going to hit me", he chuckled.
"I'm deadass, you got me fucked up."
I continued throwing punches, until he started grabbing my fist and dodging my punches.
"Baby you gone get yo ass beat fighting like this. Please don't ever come to a point where you have to defend yourself against a guy. I'll just get you a gun at that point", he laughed after I stopped punching.
"I'm done", I mumbled rolling my eyes.
I got out the ring and flipped him off as I walked to the locker room.
"Baby don't be a poor sport", he chuckled following me.
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why is there no central cee fics. I know what I gotta do... 🥰 #justice4cench
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Cench
#central cee#cench#uk drill#rapper#uk rapper#uk rap#shepards bush london#aesthetic#moodboard#central cee moodboard#central cee smut#central cee fanfiction#drill rapper#mixtape#gangster#uk guys#grunge moodboard#grunge aesthetic#fanfic inspo#central cee x madeline#central cee x reader#london#gold chain#glock#british man#tattoos#kenza#I would carry his children#he’s so fine I get it now and I can’t control myself anymore#masked men
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chicken shop date.
had to make this into a imagine.
summary: you get the chance to interview central cee on your show titled "chicken shop date" but he's obviously into you. sorry to ameila dimoldenburg lmao.
pairings: central cee x reader
genre: fluff / slightly suggestive
word count: 2k (unedited)
a/n: imagine that ameila dimoldenburg doesn't exist for the whole sake of the plot. i stole most of her iconic replies though. thank you and GIVE ME REQUESTS. <3
finally. you've got a special guest on for today that's been a fan of your show for a long time and well.. you. although, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting one another in reality, but luckily he agreed to have a chicken shop date with you.
central cee.
you both sit down behind a table in a small yet cosy morleys, the camera crew sets up and prepares for the show whilst a small yet not too large crowd accumulates outside the shop at sight of you two.
you greet central cee and he beams back at you as you both get comfortable and prepare for the small interview/date. "it's nice to have you on the show." you thank him.
"it's calm, i've always wanted to be here." he responds, insisting that it really isn't truly that big of a deal.
you won't lie to yourself, you've always found central cee to be attractive ever since he happened to become a uk rap sensation. i mean who hasn't. you're excited and feel as if it's a blessing to sit before him.
"i actually watch this show too, i saw your interview with burna boy." he admits, referencing the last interview i held about a month ago.
my mouth agapes as i feel honoured to the fact that he actually took the chance to watch my show, "really?" you ask him out of disbelief and he nods proudly.
you'd admit, you'd thought it would be awkward to hold an interview with central cee considering the fact that he hasn't been too shy about the fact that you're considered his celebrity crush but surprisingly, he's very comforting to be around and is down-to-earth.
"i mean obviously you watch my interviews." you joke referencing to his interest in you and he laughs, not denying it at all.
the interview begins.
"what would you say your type is." you ask him and he pauses for a moment thinking to himself before he breaks into a smile. you notice this and furrow your brows confused.
"i like.. i like-" he starts.
"why're you smiling?" you question him confused, although it's an obvious inside joke with the two of you and everyone else that his type is clearly you.
"i don't really know my type, it changes innit it changes by the season." he denies the obvious making me roll my eyes, he sees this and it only makes him laugh.
"well it's winter." you tell him.
"i want my girl to be able to teach me something." he says, before he glares directly at you. you don't let it faze you and you continue to play along with your passive aggressive humour.
"i know a lot, i could teach you something." you joke and he shrugs raising his brows impressed.
"i guess your my type then." he mumbles, his eyes glancing away towards his box of chips and chicken wings.
"what's your favourite tattoo you have?" you question him before eating on one of your chips, central cee listens carefully to you.
"i'm just one big tattoo and the moment, i don't really, i don't know- it's all just blended into one." he rambles as he thinks to himself looking over his clothed arms and chest.
you find him adorable especially his way of speaking, "i like them." you compliment him and something behind his eyes reads pleased.
"thanks."
it's obvious that he's clearly into you, everything from the way that he looks at you, the way he listens carefully whenever you speak and the way that he sits.
you try your best to not make the episode seem like to serious of a date, but with him sitting in front of you, it seems completely impossible.
"i'm not sure how i feel about face tattoos." you mutter, hinting to the small tattoos that decorate his face, he slightly frowns.
"really?"
"would you get another one?" you ask him curiously and he hums thinking to himself.
"maybe not after you said that." he utters jokingly sadly and you both share a short moment of laughter.
"i was joking."
"how long does it take for you to fall in love?"
your question clearly doesn't fall onto interested ears, as a matter of a fact central cee obviously doesn't favour the word love at all.
"i don't know if i've fallen in love before." he admits with a smile to hide how suddenly deep the conversation has gotten.
"you've never fallen in love?" you ask him genuinely surprised.
"no, no- i guess so. i have a weird outlook on love." he responds before pausing looking at you. you ask him to continue on. "i just think it's a delusion innit."
you raise your brows at his response finding it different from your views, "like what, it isn't real?"
"i've been thinking about it a lot recently.. because yeah it's on my mind anyway." he starts finding an interest in the unopened water bottle that lies on the table between you.
"feel like you just have to be a bit deluded."
"that don't mean it isn't real." your response has him in lost of words and he glances about the place before shrugging in response. "i think when you fall in love you'll know." your words make you both share a gaze for a moment before he breaks it, thinking to himself.
"i mean, what if your girl fucks around and it makes your belly hurt, i dunno if that's a good conation on love." he confesses and he notices how it makes you smile.
"maybe that's just what love means to you."
"you've got long hair?" you question him.
"my hair is long." he replies his face looking slightly miserable.
"would you ever take it out of the sock it's always in." you joke and he laughs before he hums thinking of his next words.
"i dunno, i feel like i'm going through a bit of an identity crisis at the moment." he admits, and you hum in reply.
"i like long hair." you smile and he sees so before grinning.
"guess, i'll keep it then." he glances away again.
he's just like a little school boy who's gotten the chance to speak with his crush for the first time. it's cute.
"do i look like i'm hot, like my face is hot." you question him using your hands to fan your face and he shakes his head.
"you're fine." he starts glancing over at your face, "i like it though, it's like natural blush."
"stop flirting with me."
"it's cute." he mumbles gazing at you.
"i'm really bad at flirting." he sighs to himself rubbing his head deep in thought, you furrow your brows in disbelief.
"what do you mean you're bad at flirting?"
"yeah, i'm just shit at flirting, i can't flirt man."
"so what, you don't get with a lot of girls all the time?" he hurries to deny and shake his head, but you only listen to him curiously.
"you're telling me you don't go out with anyone?" you raise his brow and he watches you do so, hurrying to think of his next words.
"no, maybe i do go out sometimes, it's not like i'll go out of my way to do so." he tells you and you hum. "i've just lived a long life." he mumbles making you laugh at how deep it sounds.
"would you go out with me?" your questions sparks his attention and he chuckles to himself at how straight forward it is.
"i'll see."
"this is like a genuine date to me." he says as he opens up with bottle of chilled water, "like i'm genuinely here it's a dinner.. date."
you smile at him as you recall the times he's wanted to go on a date with your for ages, "you've wanted to go on a date with me for ages." you tell him and he smiles.
"i did want to go on a date with you, before my carrer flourished then i got overwhelmed not looking for love it was like a full circle."
"now you're on a date with me." you say proudly and he nods.
"finally." he glares at you and something about it catches you aback, he's really trying to full on flirt with you.
"are you single?" he raises his brow at your question.
"i mean yeah, obviously." he begins laying back into his seat, "i mean otherwise, i wouldn't be here."
"i'm single too." you imply reaffirming him but he doesn't say anything beside humming taking your word.
"what's the quickest way to get to your heart." you ask him, the phrase makes him irk and he frowns.
"don't try to get to my heart." he tells you and you listen to him. "i just think, i don't like girls that like me." he mumbles
"i hate you."
he laughs at your playfulness, "turns me on, i love it."
"guess i'll hate you from now on." you mutter lowly, but he still hears it.
"what's the most romantic thing you've ever done?" you ask him, but learning so much about him you already expect a specific response from him.
"i'm hopeless, i dunno i'm transitioning, this is all hard for me." he rants and you exhale deeply.
"too bad, it's all hard for you."
"it's easier said than done."
"you have a nice smile." you compliment him and he smiles looking at you.
"you're really pretty you know." he responds making you feel your cheeks slightly warm up.
"and you don't know how to flirt?" you frown but he shrugs once again. how can he not understand that he's literally a walking flirt.
"guess you'll teach me then." he glances at you in a suggestive way and you grin as you recall telling him you'll teach him something.
"it was nice talking to you, i'll c you later." you joke and he laughs getting your play on words.
"love and leave me."
"what do you mean love and leave me?"
"like i'll love you and leave you."
"what about love and love me?"
he closes his box gazing at you. "sounds good."
"what's that song you have with pinkpantheress called?" you question him and he shuffles in his seat before responding.
"obsessed with you."
"yeah i know, tell me the song's name." he mentally groans at the word obsessed and you feel the urge to roll your eyes again.
"i don't think i'm the obsessed type." he complains.
"i feel like secretly you are." you tell him implying his obvious celebrity crush on you and he smiles understanding you.
"maybe i am, but i dunno yet."
"i feel like you're the type to catch feelings and get obsessed." he listens to you nodding his head passively aggressively.
"maybe i'm a simp you know." he utters and you both share a gaze with one another before laughing.
"can i get your number, or something?" he asks you taking out his phone from his pocket and passing it towards you.
you blink at his phone for a moment before looking up at him, only to see him watching you expectantly.
you take it from him without a word before typing in your number and adding your contact name followed by a sweet emoji before passing it back to him with a smile.
he glances down at the name and laughs upon noticing the emoji you put before testing it out and calling the number.
your phone buzzes from inside of your pocket and you show it him making him grin with a nod, "i'll call you later yeah, pick up." he tells you and suddenly the tension within the room has changed into hinting something sexual.
"course, i'll pick up." you reply.
"alright."
#central cee#central cee x reader#central cee imagines#central cee smut#cench#centralceeedit#cenchxreader#central cee fluff#central cee x you#central cee imagine
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Idk if I can request but please write something with central cee :)))))
(If u can’t just ignore this)
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centralcee My dream girl
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↳ yourusername Thank you, my dream man 🤭💋
↳ ctrlcee TOO CUTE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS AHHH ❤️
user1 cee with the dog, you’re blessing us with content
ynscertifiedgf we should kiss
ceeln obsessed with you
cenchupdates the all white looks so good on you two
ynandcenchstyle and the couple of the year goes to…
centralyn Girlfriend
user2 CEE IN JACQUEMUS AY QUE BENDICION 🌹🥰
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↳ cenchln like boyfriend, like girlfriend
centralcee_updates my mans 😍
↳ ynlnfanpage me when i’m y/n:
iloveynln stunning
ctrlyn seeing you and y/n make my day
user1 Hi I’m an upcoming artist and i’d appreciate it if you stream my new song 🔥⬇️ soundcloud.com/songname
↳ user2 user1 TURN THIS SHIT OFF 🔥🔥🔥
for.cee black and white are your colors 🖤🤍
ynln_stan can one of you get down on one knee and propose to me 😊
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In my business
A/N: hi guysss this is a new AU idea im working on now, each chapter will mostly be an instagram post and comments. feel free to interact and leave comments as well!!!
summary: AU where reader is an all around artist (writer, singer, model etc) and after being spotted with jack harlow she becomes the talk of the town. What will her baby daddy/ex central cee think???
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moodymagazine It seems that #y/n is officially over her baby daddy, single and ready to mingle with last year’s man of the hour, #JackHarlow. The two celebrities were spotted on a cozy and romantic dinner date for two out in #LA. We wonder if her ex and baby daddy #CentralCee approves, seeing that the two have met before🤔. Do you guys think the young bachelor is ready to be a step daddy? Let us know in the comments below⬇️ (📸: @gettyimages )
#moodymagazine #moodymagz
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summerwalker 2h
can yall stay out her business damn
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sarahbrent 1h
What a downgrade 🤮
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jharlowupdates 1h
I think you meant upgrade babes, Jack actually knows how to treat a woman!!!
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proudhater 30m
@jharlowupdates How would you know? he’s never claimed any of his other flings what makes you think he’s gonna claim her? Especially since she has a kid bffr
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kev_ch 25m
If I was Cench i’d never let that slide but that’s my opinion 🤷🏻♂️
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that.girlgigi 10m
That nobody asked for, goofy
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kev_ch 8m
@ that.girlgigi Clearly they did in their caption luv
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that.girlgigi 5m
Shouldnt you be eating beans on toast or some shit? stay out of womens business
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f.u.payme 1m
LMAOOO
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theofficiallaylaaa 20m
Being on a date in LA while your baby daddy watches your kid all the way in London is crazyy
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callmequin 17m
@theofficiallaylaaa RIGHT LOL😭
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bold_and_shameless 9m
@theofficiallaylaaa She’s always somewere except for with them kids it so sad
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pt2
#jack harlow#central cee#moody4world#moody fics#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x y/n#jack harlow x you#central cee x reader#cench
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
Summary: You have a long-lived crush on Cench, the boy across the road, piano is one thing you share. At a piano examination, you find out if your persistent feelings are reciprocated.
Notes: Originally was going to write about Tae-Moo from Business Proposal; thought this suits Central Cee better. Plus he's hot as f!ck.
Warnings: alcoholism, abusive father, a little swearing
Word Count: 2 453
When you played the piano it was like the notes were emitted from your finger tips, rather than from the instrument you love. You closed your eyes and let memory lead into the crescendo of Fur Elise. Playing the piano was a form of ecstatic escapism; it allowed you to transcend reality and exist in a void untouchable by what drained you.
Dad could drain a pungent bottle fast, even faster than he could drain you. Drifting into the decrescendo the melodic keys helped you block the intrusive thoughts you had about him. He used to be better, a memory which was slowly fading from memory. But if you were to be honest … those days when he embodied something other than an absent and sorrowful father were lost in a network of messy incidents, spurred by the violent man he became under the influence.
Sometimes dad was cordial and added to a pleasant ambience but this didn't overshadow his bad days. On these days, you would crawl within yourself, barricaded in your room playing until your fingertips felt numb and your hands lost their supple dexterity. Feeling a need to escape as your parents argued downstairs, mother was made timid by him; so she tread carefully, but even then he was so volatile. So temperamental.
So mother lived in crippling fear: That a chair would be thrown too hard, or that dad would drink too much alcohol. Extra shifts at the hospital was how she coped, running and adamantly refusing to confront - this tainted you with disappointment. Piano was the way you fought. But in rare instances when your favourite composers didn't ease your worried mind you turned to Oakley, the boy across the road.
Placing your sheet music atop of your keyboard you allowed yourself to sink into an inviting daze. Oakley Neil H.T Caesar-Su is it weird that I know his whole name, his friends call him Cench, Cench was an anomaly he made rap music and dressed in tech fleece but under the guise of his demeanor he was one of the best pianist you had witnessed … Grade seven.
When Cench played it was riveting, unconsciously tilting his head to the side and getting lost in the keys he looked like a worthy muse. You digressed, thinking about the way his plump lips upturned when he smiled. The way his dark curls caught the sun when she watched from afar. Afar... because Cench barely registered your existence.
Last week in music class, late as always; he bumped into you. As he retrieved your folder you thought you had glimpsed a twinkle in his eye. But it must have been the glare of the sun because your eyes lingered and his were unbothered; turning away. Changed into your satin PJs you switched the lamp off - some dreams were best left for sleep.
...
Morning had arrived, but as the sun rose smoothly you were ruminating. Casting your memory back to last night, you revisited the way your hands had glided over the keys. Each note seamless and crisp melting into the songs you had beautifully played. You hoped you would play as effortlessly today. Today was a pinnacle and would hopefully affirm the hours of practice and offer a haven which floated more away from what was happening at home and into your future at The Royal College of Music.
Doing your therapeutic morning skincare, you thought listlessly of life there and the endless respite it unlidded. Today you had chosen a white turtleneck layered by a wooly grey cardigan and cute pleated skirt, with opaque tights - for the glacial London winter - and legwarmers. Leaving your room you slipped on your Doc Marten's - a complementary staple in your closet.
They had not been cheap, but with the aid of your part-time job which was not overly lucrative; you were able to secure the shoes and cover the significant costs of piano tuition. Walking down, you treaded softly on the worn carpet, you could hear the wretched sound of beer bottles clinking in the kitchen. Clinging to the bannister you steadied yourself; Cench would be at the piano exam. So you put on a façade of bravery and nonchalance even though you knew it was erosive.
"Hi y/n slept well," his words weren't slurred yet. You were flummoxed, dad was usually rooted in self-interest. When did he start looking beyond himself?
" Dad..." Your words caught in the static air, it sounded so raw.
"Mmm."
"Do you think you can drop me to my piano exam it's a bit far by bus, mum is working and -" Glass smashing to smithereens startled you; you covered your head instinctually.
"Who do you think I am. A fucking taxi, take the bus. You and your God damn piano," he was seething, as he turned around you took in his bloodshot eyes. So temperamental. He wouldn't have been good to drive anyways. Rigid and shaking you rushed up the stairs hurriedly and stuffed your bag blindly with your sheet music. Your eyes were too watery. You shut the door behind you with trepidation, not wanting to spark another polarizing outburst.
Tears streaming endlessly down your face you breath caught as you saw Cench leaving his house across the road. Seeing you he seemed perturbed like he'd seen something he shouldn't have. You watched aghast as he put his earbuds in and pulled his quintessential Trapstar hoodie to shroud his possessing curls. Walking down the street with your eyes downcast, you felt mortified, you felt Cench had seen a part of your life you worked so hard to hide.
You bumped into something unmoving, "ugh," you scoffed exasperatedly. Could my day get any worse? Glancing upwards you were dumbfounded by who stood in front of you.
"Hi y/n, you alright, everything calm yeah?" Cench was looking directly into your eyes, his earbuds out.
You nodded, clutching at fading conviction. How could you tell Cench your problems when he barely knew you? So dishonestly you made it seem like everything was fine; insecurity hoodwinked you into believing he would think you were 'too much.'
Almost smirking, he rolled his eyes tilting his head to one side like he was lost in demanding piano piece.
"Why do girls always move shady? I can tell your not fine, you were tearing up and that _ " he sighed seeing the resolve you had in being stoic.
"Alright then y/n, your fine I guess. The piano exams are time away, taking the bus is mad _" he was stopped short by a honk from a car blaring rap music.
"Anyways good luck, don't stress too tough, your piano skills are hard," Cench said this as the car drove away erratically.
Piano skills? Cench knows about my piano skills? Maybe you're not so self-deluded.
...
Raveled in the chaos of the morning, walking into the revered and coveted Royal College of Music was an exhale. The school was the cornerstone of all your dreams, you could always visualize it vividly. And now here you were for a piano exam, it was a reminder that it was real and not just a conjuring of your escapist imagination.
Walking through the hall you took in the surreal architecture and basked in its splendor. I could get used to this. Peeking at your crumpled pamphlet you realised the auditorium was on your left: 'Auditorium 9B.'
You sat down in a velvety plush seat and felt yourself inflate with hope, a place hear would be a gateway to magic. A piano piece began softly, enthralling the dozens of other pianists scattered in the vast, gilded auditorium. Flicking your eyes heavenwards you saw him, playing as gracefully as ever. Sometimes you thought to yourself Cench was born solely for this very thing.
Cench's POV:
I have played this piece a thousand times before now; I perfected it and made it radiate real talent even. Just so that when I got on this stage, I could stare at y/n and absorb her beauty. I committed every detail of her face to memory before the eighth bar - What can I say I'm a quick learner innit. The truth is I am worried about y/n, I know her dad is an alcoholic, I just don't want her to know I know. She'll get embarrassed and hurt, and I don't want to see her like that, ever. This piano exam is important, grade eight is what I need to come here; so why is all I can think about how to tell y/n I like her? I shake these feelings off as the keys fade for the end. These man are tapped if they say I didn't make Grade 8.
...
Y/n's POV:
Speechless and hypnotised is what you are. Making your way up to the mahogany stage, butterflies battle for dominance in your stomach. This mix of nervousness for the performance and the fact Cench will be watching is both nauseating and intoxicating. You inhale filling your squeezing lungs. The conductor motions for you to begin, the sheet music you have on the ledge... It's not Fur Elise, like you were assigned it's the one you've been experimentally writing. Horrified you close your eyes. Lost. You begin to play anyways. Confront don't run. You play until the amounting crowd is rendered delirious with applause and Cench is peering funnily at you in the audience, you brush it off. That's probably the look of disinterest.
As the curtains closed you saw your future becoming narrower... and narrower. There was an office which you were meant to report to promptly, to hear results. Practically tiptoeing in anticipation you felt yourself drown in dread. Not commencing to Grade seven meant bidding this school a sorrowful goodbye, before you even had a chance to enroll! It wasn't just the prestige, or the vigor which made this school shine in a pearly light, it was the love for music and adorned opportunities it created. For some a school like this was a pretty ornament on a promising resume, but for you, this was your youthful life's work.
Now standing outside the tastefully decorated office, you heard two adults discussing tersely, the conductor and examiner. Knocking lightly on the door, you were further unsettled at how swiftly it swung open. For the millionth time that day, you sat in a seat powerless; while others dictated your fate.
"Ms. y/n last name, we were shocked when you played the piece that was not assigned to you, but it appears you wrote it, yes?" The conductor drawled.
You cleared your throat hurriedly, looking intently at the poker-faced men.
"Yes sir, I did," it came out a near whisper.
"Excellent, welcome to grade seven, I look forward to seeing you at the Royal College of Music in the very near future."
...
You were beyond ecstatic. You honestly had no words to describe this feeling it was bliss and euphoria intertwined. The rain sprinkled predictably as you walked to your bus stop: You couldn't help but romanticise life at times, but this moment was a smidgen of actual romance in your life. Your gentle musings of how much you loved the piano led way to someone you might adore just as equally.
You could hear fast steps behind you through your beige XM4s, thinking it was just another jogger it didn't faze you.
"y/n..." your name caught in Cench's throat. Hearing his voice made you rip your headphones off. Ugh So unsubtle. You stopped to see what he had to say, Cench was only a few inches away. But you wished he was closer... Closer still. As close as possible.
"Hey y/n I saw you walking, can man walk with you," he said this confidently but his eyes were slightly down cast.
"Yes, of course," you replied, letting your heart soar with the possibility of this being the day you would turn a new leaf together.
You walked together to the bus stop talking about piano and your shared dream school, until you could see the tall, red bus blinking at you in the distance.
"There's my bus, see you in music class, Cench," you tried to mask your disappointment as you reluctantly climbed the steps.
"Where do you think I'm going, we live on the same street still," he chuckled rolling his eyes; exciting the butterflied entrapped in your stomach.
"Oh okay," you smiled awkwardly.
Cench's POV:
I am sitting so close to y/n in the bus right now. What if I just leaned in and... Truthfully I am overwhelmed with nervousness right now. This never happens ever. I don't want to talk to her about what happened this morning; she doesn't seem ready and the way she's smiling right now and just looking around the bus. Man she's so cute. Bu there are things to discuss..
"Y/n.."
"mmhmm," she was looking into my eyes and I thought my mind would go blank.
" I - I actually like you a lot... I have for time, I can't lie." Holding my breath. I'm hoping... I hope she responds the way she does in my head.
Y/N's POV
The air left your brain, the moment felt ethereal. You had pictured and edited this moment innumerable times in your imagination. And you always thought it was just remain a figment. Looking into Cench's dark, enamoring eyes you could see he was waiting for your answer.
"I like you too Cench... I have since forever." Your smile turned impossibly large and you faced the front, excited for what's yet to come and beaming.
"Since forever huh, babe don't be silly," Cench's smile was a reflection of a sunny day.
"It's true - " you mumbled realising what he has said. Babe.
Cench placed a warm hand on your cheek. His lips were soft like you had always envisioned; grazing over yours slightly - searching for reciprocation. You opened your eyes wide in awe and surprise, pressing your lips against his. You could feel Cench smiling into the kiss; his lips were sweet and fit yours perfectly. Slowly his hand trailed to grip your waist while the other stayed on your face. Moving your lips together he pushed his tongue in your mouth and roamed everywhere he could; you saw a different galaxy.
Gasping quietly you both pulled away grinning stupidly.
"You're so beautiful y/n you don't understand," whispering for only you to hear, he wrapped his arm around you moving closer. You put your head in the soft spot between his neck and the edge of his shoulder closing your eyes. You thought about love. Love for piano and Love for Cench.
....
THE END
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