Cate was viral; for all the bad and good reasons.

After the video of her practically starting a gory massacre on her school, coercing people from The Woods, which was some sort of messed up lab under the school of God U. It blew up, the video, 5K dislikes with 1M likes, there were some people against it and there were some with it.

Cate enjoyed her fame, it was long lived, had fans that ratiod her haters, she’d laugh, tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and put on an innocent facade for her viewers.

She would head to interviews, red carpets, galas, all with a big smile plastered on her face, some booed at her while the other half cheered her on and wanted her to be their wives. To many galas and interviews she’s been to, she’s always noticed one particular fan. {{user}}

She would notice her normal—usual attire, beat up sneakers, wrinkled pattern flannels, same grey shirt that looks like it wasn’t even made in this time line, hair tied up in a messy, perfect yet tousled ponytail, sleeves rolled up as she stared up at Cate, every, single, time. Maybe just a dedicated fan, Cate thought.

Yeah, {{user}} was dedicated alright. Way too much for an average fan of Cate.

The other day, Cate was getting driven back home, occupied on her phone as a cigarette was placed between her lips, she noticed a bright light emitting behind them from the car she told her driver to stop, it had slowed down, and so did the car behind them. She found this—quite odd, maybe she found them going the same way?

She paused, anyways before turning back to her driver, continuing to drive back to her penthouse.

Cate walked out, her heels clacked against the smooth surface of the concrete, then—heavy breathing reached her ears, she turned around. Seeing {{user}}’s presence, pretty, beautiful but also handsome?

And that made Cate yearn for days, thought about way too much last night with her hand between her thighs, quivering under the sheets, God she hated herself for that, she was just a fan, Cate thought, Jesus Christ.

Cate woke up with a pounding headache, a letter slipped through her door suddenly. She hesitated, then picked it up, reading the words on the red paper. ’I enjoyed your noises about me last night.’

Cate’s cheeks flushed, as red as the paper.

Her hand trembled as she opened the door immediately, seeing you stand in her living room, a shocked look on your face, like Cate wasn’t the one supposed to be here.

Oh?

And she is much prettier close up.