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[SABRINA CARPENTER, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER] who’s that? oh it’s {WINNIE LOVE CLARINGTON-SMYTHE}. i hear they’re {SIXTEEN} and a {JUNIOR} at {WMHS}, have a voice like {SABRINA CARPENTER} and are part of {CHEERIOS, TENNIS, & THE TITAN TIMES}. they’re known to be {DETERMINED & FLIRTATIOUS} and {MANIPULATIVE & DITZY}. some people say they remind them of {CLEAR GOOPY LIP GLOSS, PINK SHORT SKIRTS, & THE LINGERING SMELL OF SMOKE}. only one way to find out!
POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: adoption and teen pregnancy
Aurora’s smile was quick to turn into a disappointed frown as she listened to Winnie’s words to her. It was tainted in negativity and it made her heart hurt. How could someone say something so mean about squishmallows? They did nothing to her! Biting down on her lip, she tried to find the right words to say. “What’s wrong with still liking stuffed animals? It’s a harmless hobby to collect them and plenty of people who are even older than me love them! It’s just like people who collect funko pops or pokemon cards, what’s the difference?”
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“There’s like no difference,” Winnie quickly quipped back, her brows furrowing, “it’s all like totally stupid and grants you a ticket to total loser status. I mean, like what are you going to tell me next? That you’re gonna get an ‘Ohana is family’ tattoo when you like turn eighteen?” The blonde rhetorically asked. Winnie had no problem with stating her opinions and she especially had no problem stating her opinions that she thought were absolutely stupid. Whatever, she wasn’t here to fight some toddler about stuffed animals. “Anyways,” Winnie glanced passed the aisle and back to Aurora, “do you like have a fake?” It’s not like Aurora looked any older than Winnie and she wasn’t going to get anywhere with a Squishmallow near them but it was worth a try.
Everyone who went to McKinley knew that Bentley was a menace to society and even worse, for the students in there. Ever since his freshman year that Bentley had gotten used to it skating around the halls to get to places easily, even though he wasn’t great at it – after all, it seemed like he would always end up crashing into someone and falling to the floor while dragging someone else along with him, and this time it wasn’t any different. As he was making his way towards his chemistry class, he looked to the side for two seconds and the next thing he knew, there was someone in front of him. As their bodies collapsed to the floor, Bentley was quick to get up to avoid making things awkward and quickly reached out to help the other person out. “Dude, are you okay? I swear I didn’t see you there, I got distracted for like two fucking seconds.” Bentley said with a small shrug, before letting out a small laugh as he waited for the other person to grab his and get up from the floor – there were people staring at them, which wasn’t surprising since it had to be funny to watch something like that happen. “Don’t tell Remington or some shit like that, I’ve been called to the office plenty of times because of the skateboard and I don’t want to get in trouble like that.” He said with a shrug.
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There was one cruel simple fact about Winnie. She hated people. She didn’t like befriending people and she especially didn’t like getting close to people. Physically, mentally, emotionally, even if someone brushed against her arms while walking in the halls, she would have a catastrophic meltdown that would suit no one. So, when she felt a body clash with hers, she was ready to bitch and moan and when her ass collided with the ground, it was game over. Not even her totally limber legs could save her from this person who had the audacity. Once she had pulled down her Cheerios skirt to pry any staring eyes away, she looked at the perpetrator and of course, it was Bentley. Her anger succumbed slightly, but not enough to get him off the hook. She surprisingly didn’t mind Bentley. He was a loser and a little weird, but he was funny and every now and again she could bribe him to do her work so he wasn’t terrible. Grabbing his hand, she shot up, and knocked his hand away from hers. “Bentley, you’re a total fucking.... fuck,” a pause. “I thought your brain was like at it’s total capacity and you can’t even watch where your goddamn feet are taking you?” She asked with a clenched jaw. “You’re lucky I like don’t bruise easily or else I would have like totally sued you or like told Remington.”
“Mutant? He’s not a mutant,” Aurora shook her head at Winnie’s response. Why was she being so negative? Squishmallows were nothing but happiness to her, who couldn’t not love them? She was surprised more people at school didn’t collect them, it was so much fun getting new one’s. “He’s a stuffed animal….a squishmallow to be exact! They feel as soft as a cloud and they all have their own names and personalities! They still have plenty of them here if you want to pick one up for yourself?” the cheerleader suggested.
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Winnie’s brows immediately furrowed, her glabella creasing. God, she couldn’t wait until her dads would let her get botox. “Yeah.... no,” the blonde cocked her head to the side as she shifted her gaze between the stuffed animal and Aurora. “I think I got out of wanting stuffed animals when I was like 8. You know, like most people grew out of,” she stated. Maybe her dads didn’t coddle her enough as a child to make her want children’s plush toys in her teenage years or maybe she was totally sane. “Look, word of advice? Keep your little Squishmallow phase away from others. Like, you’re hot and a Cheerio but the uniform doesn’t keep children toy collectors safe. You’ll like totally thank me later for that free advice.”
Aurora had taken an impulsive Target trip because what else were you supposed to on a Sunday afternoon? She made her way into the store and she had to tell herself not to go anywhere near the stuffed animal aisle. No, you don’t need another Squishmallows, nope. You need to save your money. She kept on telling herself but a little voice in her head to just check it. You never knew if they had a last minute restock of some she had been hunting for. After picking up a few items, she found herself in the toy section. She stopped in her tracks and let out an excited shriek at the sight in front of hr. They had Harrison! Rora couldn’t believe it.
“Oh my gosh, they have you!!! I have been looking for you cutie for so long. I am going to cry,” she shouted as she dropped her basket onto the ground and grabbed the stuffed dog, bringing it into her chest in a tight embrace.
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Winnie didn’t frequent Target very often, but even rich girls had last minute items to get and there was a half-assed Starbucks in the store which she preferred over the Lima Bean any day of the week. Her items? nail polish and whiteclaws. The problem? Winnie wasn’t 21 nor was she anywhere close to looking 21. In reality, she could just raid her parents cabinets but she wasn’t exhausted of drinking her dads’ overpriced wine and vodka. She just wanted to go to the view, drink hard seltzer, and get railed on a Sunday night. Looking through the aisles to look for someone mildly older to buy alcohol for her so her best course of action? Go to the toy aisle. Maybe there’d be some single parent lurking the aisles. As she turned into an aisle, she heard a shriek followed by Aurora’s shouting. “Literally Arwen, keep your panties on for like two seconds. I know I’m like the hottest girl at McKinley but please,” she stated, initially thinking that Aurora was screaming over her and not some plush. Peering into Aurora’s cart, Winnie crossed her eyebrows and scrunched her nose, staring down at Harrison. “What the hell is that mutant?”
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AUSTIN WATCHED WINNIE LIKE SHE WAS A TICKING TIME BOMB. he was almost certain that her uncharacteristic response to his uncharacteristic suggestions were a surefire sign that she was destined to blow up and start bitching at him for something any minute now. then she asked if they could talk, which had austin blinking at her, then tilting his head as if to verify if she had just asked to talk. “uh sure, we can talk and shit.” he said, skeptical. leaning back into the couch, he took a sip of his drink and didn’t dare tear his gaze away from winnie. once he swallowed his wine, his lips parted the slightest ways as he attempted to piece together what he was trying to ask. he did want to talk, he just didn’t want it to be awkward and stiff like it currently was. austin eventually strung that sentiment together into a choppy question in which he phrased as: “is this like….kinda weird for you, too?” licking his lips, austin went into slight panic mode. was winnie gonna think less of him for being openly vulnerable? were kids at school gonna see him as weak if she were to utter a word of this moment? they were simultaneously talking about nothing, but addressing everything.
austin and winnie were two weak people, fronting the world with a mask of ultra hardness for one reason or another, now trying to communicate through that. austin and his dad didn’t “talk” they chatted and listened to each other’s responses to his mom’s questions at family dinner, but outside of sports there was little to no communication. austin’s mom tried her hardest, but he’d long decided she didn’t get him, so there was no point in opening up. somebody who did get him in one way or another though, was zoe, and he had always opened up to her in his own way. winnie, on the other hand definitely had an interesting relationship with zoe, but as he sat across from her on this couch, he thought, maybe this is someone i can talk to, maybe she gets me, and maybe i get her. perhaps it was a night of light drinking or that love in the v-day air, and while he was sure the feeling would be fleeting come morning, he went out on a limb and complimented, “you’re kinda cool winnie, i like…whatever we’re doing.” he said, a sliver of genuineness slipping through his often tough demeanor, “but if we’re gonna like talk and shit, i don’t want it to be fucking weird, you know like….” a breath out, “i kinda trust you? i don’t know.” he said, a nervous chuckle following. quickly, he answered her question with a brief “yeah i have to fucking do it, but i don’t know if i can sing.” with that settled, he began his plan to dive a little deeper. in honor st.valentine or whatever the fuck…. again, he licked his lips, and made an attempt, hoping winnie wouldn’t laugh in his face, “let’s fucking like….get to know each other. not that dumb glee shit. or like the fact i know you’re a bitch, because everyone knows that.” then his final question, the one that left his palms sweaty, “do you believe people fall in love? or do they just get married because they like to fuck?” with his question now out in the air, austin took a long sip of his drink, awaiting an answer.
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“Yeah, this is like, totally fucking weird,” Winnie said, tilting her head down with a nod. For certain, Winnie was not a vulnerable human. That much could be said from the way she treated others, but while she was raised in a loving and caring home, she wasn’t raised in a vulnerable one. Hunter and Sebastian had never been hands on parents and that was fine, Winnie knew her dads loved her, but it meant that between the nannies and the au pairs, she never learned how to properly connect with someone and when Winnie never developed her parents interests, they were quick to toss her aside and just provide for her. There were conversations at the dinner table but they never went past work or school or the topic of whichever miserable boy Winnie was bringing to the house that week and that was only if Winnie was home and if her dads weren’t working late which was often slim to none. And even when it came to school, somehow she still didn’t find people to connect with. There was Gigi at Crawford, but she had a completely different reason for playing the mean girl role and there was Ivy who Winnie had been able to connect with because it seemed like neither of their parents were around much and there shared personas, but even then, everything still felt surface level. Winnie wasn’t the type of girl to wear her heart on her sleeve or dream about her perfect guy. Well, she did, but it normally relief on his bank account balance more than his personality. “No, I like so get that,” she remarked, reaching up to play with the ends of her hair. “Because I like this too, it’s like... nice,” she wasn’t the best at putting her words together, especially in a moment of truly trying to get to know someone. She was always someone who befriended people or dated people for something in return. Popularity, gossip, or just general fun, and while Austin could provide that, she never looked at him as if she could gain something from him.
Do you believe people fall in love? Austin’s question shocked Winnie. She wasn’t expecting what’s your favorite color, but she also wasn’t expecting something just as loaded as that. “I think it like depends,” she licked her lips before continuing, “I think there’s like some people who get married because they like care about the person there’s like so many people who get married and then like don’t bone for fifty years, but I like also think there’s definitely some people,” a lot of people, “who like only get married because they like fucking,” after that, Winnie asked for his answer and soon after they began falling into a casual and real discussion. They shared laughs about the times Zoe dyed Austin’s hair and talked about what was or wasn’t real about themselves in the Muckraker and ultimately, Winnie was enjoying herself. She wasn’t fake in any capacity. She was still throwing out ‘like’ at every other word and wasn’t kind in her words, but Winnie was genuinely enjoying her time and she hoped Austin saw that. Once their conversation had died off, it seemed like things were treading to an awkward state once again, so Winnie took their glasses and sat them down next to the now empty wine bottle. “So, you know how you were like saying you trust me or you know, or like whatever it was?” she asked, leaning closer to him. “I like kinda trust you too,” and with that, she placed her lips against his. They knew how this one would end, but something felt different. Perhaps it was just Valentine’s Day though.
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WINNIE WASN’T BEING…WEIRD per say, but there was definitely something off. something different. austin was well aware of the fact he had just asked to watch a movie, which strayed far from their usual routine, so he couldn’t help but wonder if that had been the wrong move, and he had upset her. given the fact it was valentine’s day, he was kinda trying to not fuck up and piss his date for the night off. quickly backtracking, he offered, “or we don’t have to watch a movie, we can just drink or whatever the fuck?” he eyed winnie at the proposal, but he still couldn’t quite place what was going on with her vibe. trying not to let it get to him too much, he poured himself a drink from the bottle winnie had just used. alcohol was alcohol, right? sipping on his drink, he looked over at winnie from the rim of his glass with furrowed brows. deciding that this whole thing was pointless, he just came out and asked, “what the fuck is up with you? do you like not wanna watch a movie or something?” his inquiry indicated he was clearly mistaken when it came to the innerworkings of winnie’s mind, but at the very least, this time he had the courtesy to ask. as a follow up, austin suggested, “we can like, do whatever.” a pause, as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. did he dare to say what he was thinking? well, if winnie wasn’t acting her usual self, maybe revealing a card from his hand might help. staring at her in silence for a moment, he admitted, “i’m having fun just being with you tonight. so yknow, it really doesn’t fucking matter to me what we do.”
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As Winnie sipped on her drink, she pondered. Had she fucked up? It’s not that she minded the difference in their routine, that’s just simply what it was. Different. “No, no, a movie’s like totally cool,” she took a five second pause to take another sip of her drink, which had ended up being more of a gulp. Winnie was confident, but if there was something she was 100% not confident about, it was how she honestly and truly felt about things. It’s why she was such a loose canon, ready to fire at any moment. She bottled things up and hid them because then she couldn’t be weak. People couldn’t crack holes in her brain. Backtrack, Winnie. “I just like don’t think you’d be totally into what I watch,” that much was a general assumption. Truth be told, Winnie didn’t feel like she knew Austin well enough to know what kind of movies he was into and maybe that was her deeper problem. She knew Austin on a surface level, but not as a real person, and strangely she wanted to know who Austin Nelson was. In response to his admission, Winnie was dumbfounded. She knew who she was. Cold, bitchy, manipulative, the list went on and she knew that made her difficult. She had never made a conscience decision to change that, but it did mean that she knew it was hard to truly enjoy her companionship. “Really?” Another drink. “I’ve been having fun too. I like don’t totally mind hanging out with you,” she revealed, folding her legs up on the couch. Maybe she could be honest. It wasn’t easy, but if Winnie was going to legitimately work on bettering herself she needed a start and perhaps the guy sitting on her couch saying that he was having fun with her under no sexual context was her start. “But maybe we could just like... talk? Like, are you really doing that glee thing?” She asked. “Can you like even sing?” It wasn’t a jab at him, but she had never heard anything about him singing. “But a movie’s fine too, if you like don’t want to talk. No presh.”
WHO @winnieclarington and austin nelson. WHEN sun. 2/14. WHERE clarington-smythe residence.
CANDYLAND WAS WHATEVER, but austin was more excited about getting back to winnie’s place. weirdly enough, he wasn’t just in a rush to get his dick wet or whatever this time around. him and winnie had been doing this undefined song and dance since september, but more recently her grating voice and affinity towards harassing others was starting to grow on him. he’d never say it, but he actually like, wanted to spend time with her? away from the glee kids and the rush of the real world kinda time with her. so arriving back to her empty house was pretty fucking nice. plopping down on the couch in her obscenely decorated living room, he called to her and whatever she was doing. “yo win, you wanna watch a movie or some shit?” austin definitely didn’t want to fucking watch a movie, but it was valentine’s day and his minor effort to say i wanna do more than just sleep with you sometimes.
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Winnie had a routine for everything she did and when it came to guys coming over to her house? She worked like a clock. First, once they’d arrive, she would let her soul of the night get comfortable wherever they wanted. Secondly, she would make her way to her bathroom to fix her hair and makeup which was a tedious task in itself. Thirdly, she’d slip into something more comfortable which was typically her version of slipping out of some variation of a skanky dress into a skimpy nightie, but tonight, she wasn’t doing that. Even on Valentine’s Day, no less. When her and Austin got back to her house, she opted for going to the kitchen instead and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. With her dads out of town for the night, Winnie had no remorse plucking something from their wine cabinet. Even if she was still foreseeably single, Austin was about the closest thing she had to a boyfriend and she wasn’t about to spend her night alone, but as she made her way back into the living room she was completely expecting them to drink a little bit and hook up. That was typically how they worked. What she was not expecting was Austin’s request to watch a movie. “Um, sure,” she said, eyebrows raised in shock as she sat down the contents in her hands on the coffee table. Sitting down next to him slowly, her brows were still raised. “What do you wanna watch? I mean, we like normally don’t do this,” she pointed out, reaching over to the table and grabbing the bottle and a glass to pour her a drink. “And if you like don’t want this you can totally raid my dads cabinets,” she offered which was her way of saying I like hanging out with you more than like sleeping with you. If it was anyone else, she’d just force them to drink whatever she was drinking, but she would make an exception for Austin.
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Dylan visibly wilted as she sat on the ground in front of Winnie’s mirror. Could it be that Cam was just being all cute and romantic because she was putting out? But also…wasn’t that what a relationship was? “He seems into me,” Dylan said, voice small, “I’ve hooked up with lots of guys who never got me flowers and stuff. Don’t you think that means something?” This was stumping her and making her second guess herself. She trusted Winnie’s opinion and judgment, so if she was saying this, then there was probably some truth to it. “Plus we’ve like…already had sex,” Dyl revealed, looking over her shoulder at Winnie, “so if that was all he wanted it’s like…he already got it, you know?” A pause. “I don’t know…what do you think?” Hearing Winnie say that she was going with Austin to Breadstix caused a tight knot to form in Dylan’s stomach, but she wouldn’t dare say a word about it. She knew girl code didn’t exactly apply to girls on the cheerios who seemingly all slept with each other’s boyfriends, but still. Deep down, it hurt to know that Winnie was hooking up with her ex. “That’s cool,” was all she managed to say, offering a small smile before looking at herself in the mirror again. She stared at her reflection briefly, giving herself a mental pep talk. Don’t crack, Dylan. Don’t crack. “Are things like…” she cleared her throat, “getting serious with you guys and stuff? Or is it still like…casual?”
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“I get the dilemma. I like really do,” a nod. “But Cam is like obvi one of the nicer guys around here. He’s like Lima’s boyfriend,” while Winnie would try everything in her power to turn Dylan away from Cam Evans she wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to see Dylan unhappy or because she thought Dylan could do better than him. Both were equally on the table. “Maybe, but like, I just really don’t want you to just hurt by him,” she feigned. “And wouldn’t you rather be with someone who’s like actually going to be in Ohio next year? I like, can’t see you doing long distance. It’s like so not romantic, kinda sad actually,” she said, bending down and placing her hands on Dylan’s shoulders. When it came to dating and hooking up, Winnie never considered the consequences. Whether it had to do with the guy or her friends, the blonde just simply didn’t pay attention and Winnie had racked up quite the lineup when it came to guys who either were or had dated her so-called friends. She had slept with Benji who was now with Ruby, she had been with Theo who had been on/off with Zoe, Davis had been on/off with Gigi, and most recently she had been hooking up with Austin who was Dylan’s ex. Winnie had never considered the implications of how Dylan would feel and even if she did, it wouldn’t matter. Making Dylan cry was like one of her favorite hobbies. “I don’t know,” she admitted, turning her head to actually face Dylan. Really, she didn’t know. Her and Austin were just having sex, that much was obvious, but they were hanging out more and Winnie wasn’t someone who actively tried to hang out with guys she hooked up with, but Austin seemed to be different. For unknown reasons. “Why? Would it like make you mad?” She asked, removing her hands from Dyl’s shoulders and standing back up. “You can like totally be honest,” mainly because if Dylan did say it upset her, Winnie would heavily consider making Austin more than just a friend.
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