#and in 9th grade i had good friends and i was getting better

[writingwithciara]

Broken Bond ~Chris Sturniolo~

summary: the stupid reason chris stopped talking to his best friend

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

word count: 4.3k

notes: allusions to sexual content, nearly toxic chris, sweet baby matt

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y/n and chris were inseparable from kindergarten all the way up to the summer between freshman and sophomore year. it was as if chris just decided he didn’t want to be in her life anymore. and that shocked everyone. but unfortunately for him, she was always going to be a permanent fixture in his life, whether he liked it or not because she was still close with nick and matt. they never felt the urge to get up and abandon her like he did.

but he believed he had a good reason.

the summer between 9th and 10th grade, chris noticed that y/n changed quite a bit. she had gone to florida to visit her grandma for a week and when she came back, her shorts were shorter and her shirts seemed to be tighter. every time chris saw her, he had an over abundance of unfamiliar thoughts. he didn’t like them so to cope with the change, he stopped talking to her altogether. he started going out of his way to make sure whenever she was at the house that he wouldn’t be.

and it broke her heart.

she spent the first week alone, afraid that matt and nick would also change their minds and leave her too. but on a cold rainy saturday morning, when matt showed up to her house with movies and snacks, she knew he wasn’t going anywhere. and for the rest of that summer, y/n spent all her free time with nick and matt, almost completely forgetting that chris even existed.

when the boys announced they were moving to la to move their career along, they invite y/n to come with them. she was supposed to go to school there anyway so she figured it would be easier for everyone. so they packed their bags and headed west.

when they got to town and the boys began their career, y/n found herself feeling alone again. especially when the boys had to leave to film a video. or when they went on tour. she joined them when she could but most of the fans were never happy with her presence, despite her blossoming career as a youtuber.

it was never matt or nick that made her feel alone though. they publicly defended her against the fans & spent whatever time they could with her. it was always chris who would make her feel unwanted. he just didn’t seem to care.

but he cared so much.

he could tell that basically abandoning her in sophomore year had really hurt her, both physically and emotionally, and he wanted to go back and change it all. but he couldn’t do anything about it now, nor could he get rid of the impure thoughts that littered his brain whenever she was around. she used to be his best friend and he shouldn’t have been feeling that way to begin with.

he couldn’t take back what he did in the past but he could try to make up for it in the present.

whenever he would see a fan comment something mean about her, he would send that person a message, completely defending y/n. but nobody ever knew about it.

so when the hate started to die down, chris felt like he did a good job. y/n was confused at first as to why she was getting fewer and fewer hate comments but brushed it off, happy they weren’t being mean to her anymore. it started taking a toll on her mental health. luckily for her, she still had matt. he helped her through her first everything and they were suddenly the inseparable ones. probably even more so than y/n and chris once were.

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y/n was sitting in her room when nick called her. although she was confused, she picked up her phone and smiled. “why are you calling me when you live right upstairs?”

“y/n, i tested positive for covid so i'm stuck in quarantine until i'm better. and seeing as how you were just with me earlier today, i feel like you should get tested too, just in case.”

“oh okay.” y/n grabbed the text from her nightstand and sighed. she took the test and waited on the phone with nick. when it came back negative, she was relieved. she didn’t want to be stuck in her room all day every day. “i'm sorry you have it, nick. do they boys have it?”

“matt does but chris keeps testing negative.”

“so i can’t hang out with my 2 best friends but i'm gonna be stuck with chris? i would much rather have covid, honestly.”

“the week is going to fly by. i promise.” y/n smiled at her best friends optimism.

“i could always pretend i have it so i can avoid him.”

“that’s true.” nick chuckled. “but why would you do that?”

“i can’t be around him, nick.” y/n sighed.

“girl, it has been 6 years. it’s about time you bury your grudge.”

“i tried. but you can’t just get rid of several years of feeling every emotion. i loved him at one point and the fact that it was before he ditched me really hurts.”

“if it makes you feel any better, i could tell you why he ditched you, even if it is the most ridiculous reason ever.”

“you know?”

“not entirely. but i did read his journal entry from that date and although it lacked detail, it’s pretty obvious why he did it.”

“tell me.”

nick decided to describe the reason in as much detail as he could create. he painted a vivid picture for y/n but she didn’t seem to believe that was the reason chris stopped talking to her.

later that day, y/n was in the kitchen preparing a meal for the boys when chris decided he was hungry. he walked up the stairs and stopped at the top when he saw y/n at the stove. he could’ve turned around and headed back down to his room before she knew he was there but his stomach rumbled so he decided to walk to the fridge. y/n turned at the exact moment chris was reaching for the door, causing her to nearly slap him with the spatula she was holding.

neither of them said a word as they silently stared at each other. the tension was palpable and seeing y/n dressed in sweats with her hair up in a messy bun, caused chris to cough awkwardly. he shifted slightly as he tried to look anywhere but her face.

y/n was the first to break the silence. “what are you doing out of your room?”

“was hungry.” chris shrugged nonchalantly and opened the refrigerator. “need food too you know.”

“yeah but i figured you would’ve seen me and went back into your room, seeing as how that’s the way it’s been for 6 years.”

“my need for food was too strong.” chris turned but avoided her gaze. he looked down at the food in front of her. he went to grab some off the plate but she smacked his arm and pushed him away.

“this is for the 2 brothers who didn’t abandon me.” she looked at him.

“can you make me something too?”

“no.” she grabbed the plate and walked to matt’s room first. when she walked in, matt noticed she wasn’t wearing the mask she was supposed to.

“where’s your mask? i don’t want you to get sick too.”

“matt, i keep telling you that i don’t care. i'll be fine. and even if i do get sick, i know you’ll take care of me.”

“what makes you say that?” he asked, jokingly raising an eyebrow.

“okay fine. guess you don’t want this wonderful & delicious food i made you.” she picked up the plate and went to walk towards the door but matt’s whines stopped her.

“you know i'd take care of you. in sickness and in health.” he chuckled. y/n set the plate back on his desk and smiled.

“the way you’re talking sounds like we’re making a wedding vow.”

��that’s the deal, remember?” matt smirked, causing y/n to think back to their junior year of high school.

she had been in a relationship with a member of the lacrosse team for quite some time so when he abruptly dumped her with no explanation, she began to wonder if there was any hope for her. matt found her after a game and they had made the promise to marry each other if neither of them were in a serious relationship by the time they were 25.

“yeah i remember.” y/n smiled. “but i highly doubt that’s going to happen, matt.”

“and why do you say that?”

“because look at you. you’re…good looking and you have a great personality. plus, you’ve dated way more than i have. i think it’s safe to say that you’re more likely to be in a serious relationship at 25 years old than i am.”

“don’t sell yourself so short. you're good looking too, obviously. and you have the biggest heart out of anyone i know. your personality rocks and you’re going to find the right guy someday. gary just wasn’t the right one, of course.”

“you’re my favorite triplet, you know that right?”

“oh i am fully aware.” he chuckled and took a bite of the food she made. “don’t worry. i won’t tell nick.”

“i'm sure you will eventually.” y/n kissed his head and walked back to the kitchen. she ignored chris and took nick’s plate to his room. he was asleep so she left the plate on his nightstand and went back to the kitchen.

she had only been out of the room for 10 minutes and chris had somehow managed to make a huge mess.

“what the fuck are you doing, chris?”

“i'm trying to make myself some food since you won’t do it for me.” he rolled his eyes and focused back on the grilled cheese he was trying to make. or burn, y/n wasn’t sure what the endgame was.

“holy shit, you’re helpless.” y/n rolled her eyes and moved him out of the way. “go to your room and i'll call you up when it’s ready.”

“i don’t get room service?”

“don’t push your luck.” she pointed the spatula at him threateningly and smiled to herself as he retreated to his room in defeat. she began to cook his food and questioned why he was even talking to her, eventually chalking it up to the fact he was probably lonely without nick or matt.

when she finished cooking, she decided to bring it down to him. she knocked on the door and opened it slowly when she heard the faint ‘come in’. she set the plate down and was about to walk out when chris called out for her.

“wait, hold up.” he turned around in his chair and looked up at her. “thank you.”

“no problem.” she stood awkwardly as he stared at her. “can i go now? got a big mess to clean up.”

“yeah you can go. but, um, don’t worry about the mess. i did it so i'll clean it.”

“okay?” y/n was more confused now than she was earlier. she walked out of the room as chris resumed the game he was playing.

chris' eyes roamed the computer screen in front of him but his mind was running rampant with thoughts again.

“how am i supposed to get her out of my head?” he muttered to himself. he could hear nate laughing on the other end of the headset.

“still can’t believe you stopped being her friend just because she got boobs.”

“she got boobs and she got hot. all it took was one week.” chris sighed.

“and you’ve been in love with you since you were 8. in case you forgot, that was before she was hot. so why did her, um, development have to change the dynamic between you two?”

“i don’t know. it just did.” chris sighed frustratedly and looked down at his phone, suddenly coming with a way to get rid of the thoughts that wouldn’t leave. “i'm gonna go now. play later though, okay?” nate said his goodbyes before chris hung up. his attention turned to his phone. he picked it up and opened instagram. the first post he saw was a picture of y/n and he thought it was perfect. he took a screenshot and added it to his album filled with pictures of her through the years. chris swiped a few times until he settled on a picture of y/n that he always loved. he knew matt had taken it but he didn’t care. she was smiling and wearing an orange fresh love hoodie. it was right after he launched his brand and he gave them each a hoodie, purposely giving y/n the orange one, even thought it would drive him crazy.

and it was certainly driving him crazy. he hated that it didn’t take much for him to get excited but he also loved that it was only y/n that could do it for him.

y/n was watching netflix in the living room when she just happened to glance over at the kitchen. it was still a mess and she hadn’t seen chris in a few hours.

curiosity got the best of her and she found herself slowly approaching chris’ bedroom door. it was slightly ajar and she could see a faint light coming from the crack, along with some low music coming from his speaker. his voice could be heard but he was muttering something y/n couldn’t hear. she quietly pushed the door open a little more and her jaw nearly dropped at the sight before her.

chris was facing away from her but from the way his arm was moving, y/n knew what was going on. that didn’t bother her though. it was what he was getting himself off to that bothered her. there, right on his screen, was a picture of her. it took every ounce of self-control not to scream out loud or go over and berate him for using a picture of her.

she stood there, unable to move, and watched as chris finished himself off. he rolled onto his back with his eyes closed and y/n found herself finally able to make a run for it. too bad she suddenly lacked the coordination to do so and crashed into the wall. chris' shot open and he looked at y/n. she was trying to look anywhere other than him. he pulled the blanket up to cover himself and couldn’t find the words he needed to say.

“i just….i’m just gonna head out now.” y/n almost slipped as she stood up and rushed back up to the living room. there was no way she just witnessed that.

the week that followed was even more awkward than it had been before. y/n never went out of her own way to avoid chris before but how was she supposed to look him in the eye after what she saw?

when nick and matt both tested negative and were able to come out of their rooms, matt was the first to point out the tension in the air. nick brushed it off and told y/n she was going to be in their car video, giving her no time to argue as the 4 of them piled into the car.

matt took them to mcdonald’s to get food then drove them to an empty parking lot and they began to film. y/n wasn’t sure of what the topic was and the only thing she could focus on was chris.

“how are you guys feeling today?” chris asked, keeping his gaze on matt, fearing that if he looked to the backseat, y/n would disappear.

“i'm feeling fantastic actually.” nick threw a few fries into his mouth. “so glad i can actually taste things again.”

“yeah me too.” matt smiled and shoved some fries in his own mouth. “i'm also glad that you two didn’t kill each other or burn the house down while we were stuck in our rooms.”

“chris almost burned it down on the first day.” y/n stirred her mcflurry and looked at matt. “after i brought you your food that day, i returned to the kitchen and this kid was wither trying to consume a charred sandwich or was intentionally trying to burn the house down.”

“hey now.” chris spoke directly to y/n but caught himself and looked at matt. “she refused to cook me a meal.”

“i don’t blame her.” nick rolled his eyes and looked back at y/n. “but you should’ve known letting the kid in the kitchen unsupervised would result in a disaster.”

“did you end up making him food anyway?” matt chuckled.

“of course. couldn't let him attempt it again.” y/n attempted to joke and looked up to see chris looking at her through the rearview mirror. he looked away quickly. nick witnessed the awkward interaction and he shared a look with matt. matt stopped recording so they could address the tension in the car privately.

“what’s going on with you two? one minute, things are back to normal between you two & the next second, it’s like you guys were never friends at all.”

“yeah. what happened?”

“nothing happened.” y/n and chris said at the same time. nick shook his head, clearly not buying it.

“that’s fucking bullshit. the tension, as strong as it was before, has never been this intense. why is it so awkward? did someone see something they shouldn’t have?” nick chuckled and when they didn’t respond, his eyes widened. “wait, what?!”

“you’re joking, right?” matt glanced between them. “tell us.”

“i’d rather not. it was kind of embarrassing.” y/n looked out the window behind nick.

“so did chris see something?”

“no. y/n saw something.” chris sighed and looked back at y/n. “and i'm sorry.”

“it’s okay, chris.” y/n avoided eye contact and opted to look at matt.

“well, what did you see then?” nick questioned, getting more and more invested in the story.

“she caught me, um…..” chris glanced down at his lap, hoping his brothers would pick up on the hint. they did, immediately going crazy.

“what? no way!” matt couldn’t contain his laughter. nick on the other hand was too grossed out to even speak.

“told you it was embarrassing.” chris glanced out the window, hoping nobody would bring up what he was using to satisfy himself and thanking y/n for not mentioning it.

the rest of the video went by rather smoothly after the revelation. when they got back to the house, y/n and chris were in the kitchen while the other 2 went to shower. chris was focused on his phone and y/n was finally ready to ask why.

“i know it’s a week late but i was just wondering-“

“no, i'm not going to tell you why it was your picture. i don’t need you to hate me anymore than you already do.” chris sighed, not even taking his view off the phone as he answered the question she never finished.

“chris, i don’t hate you. and as much as i have tried to do it in the past, i just can’t. you may hate me but we’re clearly going to be in each other’s lives forever, whether or not we want to  be. so maybe we should just start at the beginning.”

“i don’t hate you, y/n. that’s the fucking problem.” chris set his phone down and finally looked up at her. she was scared of the sudden aggressiveness in his tone.

“then why the fuck did you stop talking to me before sophomore year?!”

before chris could answer, matt came out of his bathroom. his hair was still damp and he was attempting to dry it with a towel. he looked up and could feel the tension again. “what just happened?”

“nothing.” chris picked up his phone and went down to his room, slightly slamming the door.

matt just turned to y/n with an apologetic look. “i'm sorry.”

“not your fault.” she sighed and walked over to him. “let’s just go to your room.”

matt didn’t argue with her as they both climbed into the bed, passing out shortly after.

chris was not as lucky. he stayed awake for most of the night, trying to come up with a valid explanation for the picture.

when he finally managed to get to sleep, he was woken up by a soft knock on his door frame. he looked up to see y/n standing in the shadows. he sat up straight and looked towards her.

“we need to talk, chris. so please don’t brush this whole thing off. i'm being serious. don't change the topic when you know i want a clear answer. got it?”

as rare it was, chris loved it when y/n would get a little bossy. thankfully, it was dark and the blanket was hiding everything from view. “okay.”

“first, i need to know why you ditched me that summer. then i need to know why it was my picture you were jerking off to. and please don’t lie to me, chris. i know your tell.”

“if you know my tell, then how come you couldn’t figure out that i have never once had a bit of hatred towards you in my life? how come you didn’t figure out anything from the past? i don’t think you know what my tell is.”

“fine. i don’t. but i want to know the reason you dropped me like i meant absolutely nothing to you. are you gonna tell me or am i just going to have to go tell matt what you were using when i caught you?”

“fine. i'll tell you. just please don’t tell him. he’ll kick my ass for being a ‘pervert’ and i would rather that not happen.” chris shifted himself on the bed as y/n walked closer. she was wearing matt’s blue fresh love t-shirt and her legs were bare but chris knew she had shorts underneath. “the reason i stopped talking to you that summer was because when you came back from florida, you changed.”

“changed how? my tastes and personality were exactly the same.”

“no. i mean, um…” he hovered his hands over his chest and gestured them outwards. y/n quirked  an eyebrow before catching on.

“oh.” she looked down at her feet. “that’s the stupidest excuse i have ever heard.”

“i had to stay away from you as much as possible because when you came around, my mind was fully clouded with very impure thoughts and i didn’t want to keep them. plus, i didn’t want to be around when all the guys came out of the woodwork to ask you on a date. i figured with distance and time, i could stop myself from wanting to kick the crap out of every guy that suddenly decided you were interesting, just because you had boobs.”

“chris-“

“and then gary, the only guy i ever truly felt jealous of, asked you out and you guys dated for a while. i hated that so much. he didn’t treat you how you deserved.”

“oh, and you did?” y/n felt angry at this revelation. “you don’t get to stand there and tell me how i deserve to be treated when you didn’t treat me any better than those guys did. it's complete bullshit, chris.”

“i was a stupid teenager all jacked up on hormones. i didn’t know how else to deal with the feelings that were bubbling up inside.”

“that’s still no excuse, chris. do you have any idea how many nights i cried myself to sleep after, thinking i just wasn’t ever going to be good enough to be your friend? every fucking night, chris!” y/n tried to keep her voice down but she kept getting angrier. chris pulled her into his room and shut the door.

“will you keep it down? you're gonna wake matt.” chris let go of her shoulders and sat back on his bed as y/n began to pace.

“the way you’ve been treating me for 6 years is not fair. do you know how hard it was to get over you? it seriously fucked with my mental health.” y/n paused and looked over at chris. “so, were my boobs the only reason you stopped talking to me?”

“yeah. well that, and the fact that i had a terrible crush on you since we were 8. you should know that i'm not the best at expressing how i feel. i do stupid stuff all the time. for instance, i have an entire album on my phone filled with pictures of you and since i'm being honest, i use them sometimes.”

“for what?”

“seriously?” he looked up at her and noticed she was standing at the end of the bed. he could see the look of realization flash through her eyes.

“oh. right. that thing.” y/n shifted on her feet before sitting on the end of the bed, facing chris. “so why did you use my picture? why not use one of the other girls you find attractive?”

“i literally don’t find any other girl attractive.” he looked away from her and missed the look she shot him. he only looked up when he felt the mattress move beneath him. when he finally looked back at her, she was sitting in front of him.

“you’re lying.” she looked into his eyes and held the eye contact as he swallowed nervously

“no i'm really not.” he shook his head and his eyes flicked down to her lips. “you’ve always been the only attractive girl i know. and i'm sorry i could never find the proper way to tell you.”

“well you’re telling me now.” she looked at him. “the next time you need to ‘take care of yourself’ please come find me. i would be more than happy to help.” y/n climbed off the bed and made her way back to the door. “good night, chris.”

she walked out of the room, leaving chris no opportunity to beg for her help.

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[darnell-la]

Knock you up.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: perv!delusional!Eddie Munson x innocent!bratty!reader

warning: CNC, hair pulling, choking, stalking, perving, angry/hard sex, whining, defenseless, mention of drugging reader, non-con-face cuming while sleeping, age gap, etc.

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3rd person pov

God knows Eddie is a sick bastard. Never a day in his life since 9th grade has he not jerked off to some random thought or woman. Usually, it would be y/n. The girl he’s been crushing on since she started high school.

Munson was a senior when y/n arrived at the school. She was the cutest little thing he’d ever seen. The way she dressed, the way she looked and all the way up to the way she acted was perfect to him.

She wasn’t a child, and she was pretty mature for her age. The only thing about her that makes Eddie a creep, is how innocent she looks.

Y/n seems like a girl who wouldn’t drink unnecessarily, have unnecessary sex, miss classes or school, or do anything Eddie might have done his first year in school.

The innocent girl is now a senior and in the same class as Eddie. He’s failed 3 times, but this year has to be his last. He has to go wherever y/n plans to. He can’t just let her go.

All the years of walking past y/n and occasionally hanging out with her, he could never get her to feel as comfortable around him as he wanted.

Maybe that was his fault though, because he’d always pressured the poor girl to smoke with him, knowing she’d knock out every time.

He hadn’t used her body like he’d dreamed of when she would be knocked out, but he definitely did jerk off until he came on her face. He’d slip her tiny skirts up to take a smell of that cunt.

He could never get passed that point. Not even to free her tits or maybe eat her till she cums because he’d cum just from the smell of her.

After all these years of uncomfortable situations, y/n decided to tell Eddie, their senior year, that she was moving in different directions of friends. She offered to hang out occasionally, but he didn’t like that.

Eddie threw a fit and her neck ended up wrapped in his hand. He said some very nasty things, rather that was calling her “My fucking slut,” or saying “If you keep makin’ me wait, I’ll take it from you,”.

This was a couple of months ago, and since then, y/n hasn’t spoken a word to him. She can’t look at him or talk about him. He’s done too much.

“Y/n, just talk to me! I-It’s been so long,” Eddie stalked behind y/n as she walked through this surprisingly big school. “I don’t want to, Eds,” she said as she began walking up the stairs.

“Please, princess, I’m sorry, okay? I really am, I just- I just needed you,” Eddie said, aching that his baby girl couldn’t even look into his eyes. “Why do you need me? You’re like 21 Eddie. I just turned 18,” y/n rolled her eyes as she hit the top of the stairs.

Of course, y/n had a crush on Eddie since she was a freshman, but over time, she’s met other people. She’s never gone far because she’s had this voice in her mind saying Eddie. She could only be for Eddie.

Now that her feelings died down, she’s been getting better with letting these college boys make out with her. Maybe even finger her, but she’s never given to them or had sex.

Eddie of course knows about this, which makes him furious. She’s never told him about her feelings, but it’s not hard to see a shy girl.

“C’mon baby, don’t be like that. We both know you love that. I’m mature and strong and can take so good care of you,” Eddie kept following the girl. She’s just trying to get to her class. She can’t have this conversation right now.

“I don’t need to take care of Eddie! I’m an adult,” y/n grew annoyed. “You’re not a fucking adult! You’re still going and need protecting,” Eddie’s delusional thoughts got out.

“Fuck off, Munson,” y/n finally got out. Eddie’s face and attitude about this situation, change right after her response to him pouring his heart out. This fucking brat.

Eddie quickly ran up behind y/n and grabbed her, causing her books to fall out of her hand. “Eddie, what the hell! Get off of me!” She yelled as she fought. They went at him for quite some time, but sadly, her bag ended up on the floor and she ended up pinned against the lockers by her neck.

“Calm down!” Eddie huffed in her face. As much as he loves the fight, he wants to set her straight. “Eddie, stop,” y/n whined as she kicked, but that didn’t bother him. “Stop it, y/n,” he moved his head inches away from her face, but she wouldn’t listen. She’s just acting up!

Eddie pulled her off of the locker and then slammed her back into it, knocking the wind out of her. “You do this do yourself. It’s all you! If you would just shut up, keep your head down, and listen, you’d be fine,” Eddie’s mind started racing.

“But no. You walk around her, actin’ single and open when you’re not. I fucking calmed you! I came on your pretty little face every chance I got. You’re marked,” Eddie spilled his secrets.

“N-No,” y/n didn’t believe him. “Oh, yes, and I think you I would. Just look at me, baby,” Eddie said as he began slowly grinding himself on her. She moved her face to the side after his lips touched hers, but that didn’t stop him from moving back into her face.

“You do something to me, and you know it. That’s why you let me hang out with you at such a young age. You’re a fucking tease, and you’ve been teasing me for far too long,” Eddie said

Seconds later, Eddie threw the poor girl to the ground. She’s been such a brat. She needs to be taught. He can’t go through this life of not stuffing her like one of her stuffed animals.

“Eddie, we’re at school!” Y/n yelled whispered as she tried backing up, but he soon got on top of her. “Good. Let them watch me take your innocence. Let them see that the freak is the only one to fill this bratty cunt,” Eddie whispered in her ear before tugging at her clothes.

Eddie turned the poor girl around, hurting her knees, but he couldn’t care less. He’ll take care of her when he takes her home.

Y/n begged, hoping no one would hear them and come out to see this mess, but him on the other hand. He wants that. He wants them to watch her so corrupted on his cock. They need to see.

“Please, Eddie,” y/n’s eyes began to water. She should have known this would happen. She’s even dreamt and prayed for something like this to happen years ago, but now, she doesn’t know. Does she still feel the same?

“Fucking Christ, y/n. You’re such a fucking hassle,” Eddie forced the weak girl's skirt to her mid-through. “These fucking panties don’t make this better,” Eddie chuckled, seeing how puffy her cunt was. Her pretty wet cunt.

“I’m gonna fuck into this pretty thing while you keep it down. All you gotta do, baby, is keep it down,” Eddie whispered in the girl's ear as he slowly pulled her panties to the side.

He’s always wanted to fuck her in her uniform. After she made the cheer team, he just had to fuck her in this outfit.

“D-Don’t touch there,” y/n stuttered as Eddie reached into his jeans. “Oh, baby — You know I’ll do more than just touch you,” Eddie stroked his already so painfully hard cock. So painful.

“I’m gonna rip you in two in these high school hallways,” Eddie said before spitting in his hand to get himself wet. She’s wet enough, but he can’t take his time fucking her. He’s already around the corner from cuming.

“You ready baby?” Eddie asked, which remained y/n, she didn't even fight anymore. “No!” She began moving and giving Eddie a he’d time, once again hoch pissed him off quickly.

“Fuck, y/n! You’re so damn hardheaded!” Eddie grabbed the fighting girl's head, making her arch her back. “Ow!” Y/n whined. Eddie brought a heavy hand to her ass, slapping it a few times to shut her up.

“If you keep fuckin’ with me, I’ll give you a harder time at my house. Trust me, you will not handle a cock in your ass,” Eddie threatened. The girl didn’t completely stop fighting back, but she did calm down. She still whined, knowing she couldn’t stop this. Apart from her doesn’t want to stop it.

“Good girl,” Eddie Said as he slowly began pushing into the whining girl. “Agh, fuck! Fuck, you’re s-so fucking tight,” Eddie slightly moaned as he got deeper and deeper into her.

Y/n’s legs began to shake as the taller dude began thrusting his hips. “Yeah, just like that,” Eddie slowly moved in and out of y/n as she shook uncontrollably with her sweetest whines.

“So fucking wet, baby. I could drink you for days,” Eddie said in her ear as her clot began to swell. “Eddie,” she whined, eyes rolled back and fucked out like he wanted her. He’s waited so long to see his princess like this.

“Mhm, you like it? Like went Eddie fucks his cock into your innocent pussy?” Eddie kept his mouth so close to her ear as she slowly began rocking her hips back. “Yeah — So fucking desperate for a cock. Always knew you were a slut. Fuckin’ told ya,” Eddie spoke as he sped up.

“Aah!” Y/n moaned, trying to keep herself down as her cunt got louder and Eddie’s thrust got more aggressive. He wants to risk it all. “C’mon, baby! Let it out. They then hear you,” Eddie encouraged as he pulled her head back more.

“Let it out!” He demands with a slap on her bare ass. “No!” Y/n still thought she had a say in anything. “You’re gonna regret it,” Eddie growled in her ear before pushing her face to the ground.

The huge man kept a hand on her face, causing her back to arch then grabbed her waist. With that, he began to fuck into her inexperienced cunt like a fuck doll. He has to do it. He gave her no choice.

“Fuck, Eddie!” She cried out as her ass clapped back into Eddie’s. “Yeah,” Eddie growled, losing control of the way he fucks into her. He almost forgot she hadn’t done this before.

“Want me to slow down? Is my cock too much for your fucked our cunt?” Eddie asked as he leaned closer to her face. “Want daddy to hurry up and breed this little pussy, and make you his little girl forever?” Eddie asked Y/n, knowing she couldn’t respond back. He’s so good at this.

“Yeah, I know you do. You wanna be trapped with me. Want me to knock you up on school grounds for everyone to see,” Eddie felt himself getting close as y/n whined at the twitch of his cock.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie’s voice cracked as he slammed into her cunt to make her feel it all. She didn’t know how, but just at that, she came. She couldn’t hold it anymore. She tried her best, but she had to let it go.

“Ah huh! Ah huh!” Eddie’s thrusts stuttered until he finally buried himself so deep, he was sure she’d become pregnant. “Oh fuuck!” Eddie groans loudly, surprised that no one has come out yet.

“Oh my god,” y/n moaned as her juice leaned all over her skirt. “Oh fuck,” Eddie chuckled, feeling his cock twitching in her walls. He knows he’s not as empty as he wants to be. As soon as he takes her home, he’ll empty the rest.

“Fuck,” y/n whined low as Eddie slowly pulled out and y/n’s lower body slumped on the ground at how weak she was. Eddie admired the cum leaking out of her plumped cunt. He even thought about eating her out.

“P-Please,” y/n aimlessly said, so fucked out, she will not be able to walk. “I know, baby. It’s a lot. But remember how bad you were. You don’t get to rest today,” Eddie said in her ear.

Eddie fixed y/n and himself up before pulling y/n to her feet slowly. “You’re coming home with me, okay?” Eddie asked. “Okay,” y/n said low, wanting all this taking care of that he mentioned. “Good answer, princess,” Eddie kissed the girl's cheek.

After coming home from a long fuck session in the middle of their school hallway, Eddie couldn’t help himself. He let hit sweet girl rest next to him on his bed after he cleaned her up.

She begged him too much for him to say no. Y/n surpassingly gave him a peck, causing his eyes to water. He finally made it. All the days he’s stalked, perved, and even punished her not too long ago, he made it to the point he wanted to get to. Which is with her forever.

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[be-with-me-so-happily]

Friendly Favor

ONE SHOT

<< Request >> "If you take requests for one shots could I please give one ? Soo the good ol’ trope where Harry and you are best friends but he thinks he likes someone else so he asks you to fake date him to make the other person jealous but during the process he realises that he loves you and happy ending . I’d be thrilled if you do write something for this but it not that’s totally cool too thanks anyways and have a great day 😍" - ANON

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Summary: When YN's best friend Harry asks for a favor, she knows it'll be difficult, but she loves him too much to say no. However, it's a dumb plan, and those usually don't end how you think they will.

A/N: This is my first fake dating trope fic. Hopefully it came out good.

Warnings: some explicit language, alcohol consumption, jealousy, arguments, fingering, hand/blow job

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"I think this might literally be the dumbest idea you've ever had, H!" You laugh, grabbing a french fry from the plate sitting on the couch between you and Harry. You look over to find his arms crossed over his chest and a pout formed from his bottom lip. That adorable pout, with his pretty pink lips, that always seems to work on you despite your attempts to stand your ground.

"It's gonna work…" He grumbles, taking the plate of fries and moving them to the other side of him, just out of your reach.

"Seriously? You want me to pretend to be your date to a house party, so Chloe will get jealous and want to go out with you?" You laugh again in disbelief and lean over him in an attempt to reclaim your favorite comfort food. "That's seriously so dumb!"

"But it's a party. It'll be fun either way." He attempts to convince you.

"Full of people I don't know. I'd rather eat chalk." You respond, giving him a sarcastic glare, aware that your stubbornness will begin to crack any moment. Especially with his sultry dark scent currently floating around you.

"Come on… we're best friends… if you do me this favor, I'll… buy you something nice!"

"Harry, your idea of a nice gift is fuzzy socks. That's not really enticing." You giggle, reaching further across his lap, stretching your hand out as far as it will go but failing immensely.

"No, this'll be good. Promise. Plus you wear those socks all the time." He affirms, in that low, deep voice that causes a subtle shiver down your spine every time he uses it.

You and Harry have been best friends for years. Since right before 9th grade, in fact. You had moved in next door as the last school year ended, and quickly clicked with each other before it started up again. Since then, you two have been inseparable. At first, everyone thought you liked each other, but you both were quick to dispel those rumors. You didn't. You were just really good friends. But the older you got, and the more Harry denied it, the more bothered by it you became. He was everything to you. You trusted him, you felt safe with him, you had fun with him. You liked him. You loved him. Was it such a crazy idea that you two could be together? To you, the answer was always yes. He is very charming, and of course, very good looking. Every girl around swooned if he even looked their way, and melted away if he uttered the simplest "hello". He could be with any girl he wanted, and you were just you. Just his best friend. That's all you'd ever be to him, so that's what you'd settle for.

"Fine." You sigh, knowing that even if it hurts you, unfortunately you love him too much to say no. "I can do that. But I better get this gift even when this plan fails."

"If it fails. And it won't." He assures you, an annoying confidence beaming from his chest.

"Whatever." You reply, internally kicking yourself for being such a sap for him. He reaches around the back of your head and pulls it close to place a kiss on your temple.

"Thank you, babe." He replies, handing you back the plate you ended up forgetting about completely when his lips touched you. You love that nickname, but you hate it too, because you hate every girl who has heard it in the way you wish he meant it with you.

"Yeah, well, what are best friends for…"

×××

Nerves suddenly flood your brain as you walk up to the front door with Harry. Not only do you have to put on this little "girlfriend" charade with the guy you wish was your own, but you are worried you won't really know anyone inside, making an already awkward situation even more uncomfortable. He only mentioned Chloe being in attendance, because of course she is the only one he cares about being there. You know who she is, you have mutual friends of friends, and have been at the same hangouts or parties a time or two. You always thought she was a bit vain, and a big flirt with every guy who gave her the time of day, but she has clearly made an impression on Harry due to the fact that you're walking through the front door with a plan to make her jealous for him.

Harry immediately wraps his arm around your waist and you swear your knees could go weak at the gesture. You look up to where he stands next to you, watching him give you a quick wink, thankful that the lights are dim and covering up the blush rushing to your cheeks.

"Harry! What's up?" You hear, turning your attention further inside the house.

"Hey, love." He responds, giving a quick hug to Layla, a friendly face you are grateful to see. The three of you met this year, your junior year of college, all bonding over moving from small towns to this big, state university. You don't know her well, but at least you know someone. "Hey, YN! Welcome! I'm so happy you're here!"

"This is your party? This house is… wow!" You exclaim, your eyes wide as you look around the giant living room that makes your off-campus studio apartment look like a small cardboard box.

"Thanks! It's my parents, but they're never home, so I make good use of it." She shrugs with a smile. "Now, the drinks are in the kitchen, and everyone seems to have congregated in the living room. It's where the music is! So, have fun!"

She giggles and swiftly twirls around, waving as she finds more people to greet.

"Alright, girlfriend… drinks first?" Harry asks, chuckling as his palm leaves your waist and grabs your hand. This would be the sweetest little gesture if it actually meant anything real to him.

"Definitely. I'm definitely going to need one." You respond, letting him lead the way through a small crowd of people.

"Is it that difficult to even just pretend to love me?" He laughs, and you roll your eyes. It's the best motion you can think of to counteract every muscle in your body that wants to show him the exact opposite.

"Easy there with the love stuff… boyfriend… this is supposed to be a new relationship, right?" You remind him, and yourself.

"Right." He replies, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He's easy to love, but this won't be easy to get through. He lets go of your hand and pours you a drink. "Let's mingle, really sell our story, yeah?"

You exhale heavily and nod, getting that firm reminder of the reason you two are really here, and that Chloe is actually the one he wants.

You take a gulp of your drink, grabbing his hand as he leads you to a small group of people you've met once or twice before.

"I didn't know you two were together." Someone politely states, causing Harry to squeeze your hand as a signal to really start up this charade.

"Yeah, s'kinda new." Harry shrugs and looks over to you with those sparkling green eyes you wish you could dive into. "But we've been best friends forever, so it was bound to happen."

Ouch. What a cruel thing to say, if he actually knew how true that could be for the two of you. If he actually felt the same as you.

But this is just a performance. For him. And since you genuinely feel the way he wants you to pretend that you do, you figure it will be easy to play along. So you will.

"Yep! He finally realized what he was missing out on." You smile as you turn your head to the group, your attention almost taken back by the way Harry clears his throat.

"I knew it would happen eventually! You're super cute together!" Layla exclaims, looking between the both of you with a tipsy smile. "And YN, you look fucking hot tonight, girl!"

You let out a laugh of disbelief. Your outfit is nothing special, even if you do feel good in it. Harry's hand wraps back around your waist and he squeezes your side.

"Yes she does." He agrees, looking over to you with a mischievous smirk. Those damn dimples could make any girl feel wanted. And, unfortunately, it does the same with you.

You shake your head and take another large sip of your drink, hoping the alcohol can kick in soon and get you out of your thoughts. You want to relax. You need to relax. You need to get through this night.

As the group disperses, you feel Harry pull you in tighter towards him, resting his forehead on your temple as he brings his mouth to your ear. Every hair in your body stands up immediately.

"You do look really good, babe." He states, causing your heart to flutter. As much as you know he doesn't mean it in the way you want him to, hearing those words causes your teeth to bite down on your bottom lip.

"Okay, hot shot, don't waste a compliment if people aren't around." You reply, trying to keep your composure and not completely melt at the whisper of words that just flowed out from him.

"M'serious." He sternly replies, causing you to turn towards him and be met with a frown. If he was truly yours, you'd run your thumb over to smooth it out and keep him calm.

Your eyes flicker down to his, then back up to the tension between his eyebrows. You're not truly his, but you're pretending to be, and this is your opportunity. You bring your thumb up to the line, slowly running it over and seeing him instantly relax under your touch.

"Thank you." You state, staring into his eyes for a moment before quickly bringing it down and patting his chest to push him back.

He gives you a wink and grabs your hand, pulling you to yet another small group of people, wrapping his arm around you in some way or another, and frequently placing sweet kisses on your cheeks, probably not wanting to do much more and cross the line. You weren't going to complain. You could enjoy this. You could definitely enjoy this.

×××

"Hello ladies." You hear that sultry British accent state, as Harry sits down beside you at the campus cafe.

"Harry. Please tell YN that she should come to the club this weekend with me and Seth!" Your friend Eva exclaims, causing you to roll your eyes. You don't mind parties, especially if you know people, but clubs are something different. Most of the time you avoid those situations and hang out with Harry instead. You find that to be a much better way to spend your time.

"Ummm… I was actually hoping she'd go to a party with me…" He replies, turning his attention to you.

"Again?" Your brow furrows in confusion, and Harry's eyes dart between you and Eva. She begins to look between you and Harry, rolling her eyes as he keeps a tight lip around whatever it is he wants to say next.

"I'm not giving up." She points at you as she stands up, grabbing her stuff and walking away.

You chuckle as she heads out and then glance back at Harry.

"So…"

"My plan didn't work." He states.

"I'm absolutely shocked!" You reply sarcastically and dramatically, throwing your palm against your chest.

"Shut up." He glares at you, returning his expression by sticking your tongue between your teeth. "But if we go to this party-"

"Seriously, H? Come on." You pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head slightly at his desperation. Why does he have to be longing for Chloe's attention? You'd give it all and then some, for real, if he wanted it.

"Please, babe! Pleeeease?" He scoots closer with a pout on his lips, and you hate that he knows that this tactic works well on you.

You sigh, in what is most likely defeat. You want to say no. You want to be selfish. You want him to give up on this plan and have him all to yourself.

"I'll give you a really, really nice gift…"

"I can't believe you're bribing me. And I can't believe it's working."

"Yeah? It's working?" He grins, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself closer for a hug. He looks up and you can see out of the corner of your eye that he is batting his lashes in fake innocence.

"Fine. I can do that. But no more help if this doesn't work out." You state, hoping that it won't. Really hoping that it won't. Even if he doesn't feel the same for you, at least you can keep your best friend around.

×××

The days leading up to the next party were the same. Almost the same. Harry met you every day with a coffee, walked you to most of your classes, and hung out with you at lunch each day, as always. The thing that changed was all the little kisses on your hands, cheeks, and temple. The wrapping of his arm securely around your waist and the occasional squeeze on your hip when his hand dropped down slightly. The way he surprised you by grabbing your arms from behind, and mumbling "hey babe" into your ear. It was only a week, but it was the best week.

However, it was all just for show, and it was going to end tonight.

As you get out of Harry's car, you instinctively place your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he leads you to the front door.

You're less nervous about this party, because it is once again at Layla's house, and at least you know the place, so maybe you'll also know some of the people this time. Plus you have Harry by your side. So as soon as you walk in, you both make your way to the kitchen for a drink, and he walks behind you, holding your hip, while you move over to where the rest of the crowd has gathered.

His palm rests on your shoulder and begins to stroke it back and forth. A warmth rushes over you at his touch. His now familiar, yet still exciting touch. You look up at him, being met by those deep, inviting dimples, and a seductive smirk. Your breath halts for a moment, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

He leans his head down and rests his chin on your shoulder, causing a subtle hitch of your breath. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he didn't hear your embarrassing reaction.

"We're pretty good at this boyfriend-girlfriend shit, yeah?" He asks in a low mumble, not helping the rumble of butterflies in your stomach.

If he only knew you weren't pretending. You could just tell him you aren't. But you actually can't. You'd ruin his plan, and most likely your friendship. You don't want to lose him, even if you can't fully have him.

"I'm a great actress!"

"Yeah." He replies, standing up straighter and releasing his hand from you. "M'gonna get another drink. Want one?"

"Sure." You reply, downing what is currently left in your cup.

"I'll be right back." He states, walking towards the kitchen and leaving you to stand alone in the corner of the living room. You pull out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the awkwardness of being by yourself, waiting for Harry to soon return.

×××

You don't realize, until you look at the time on your screen, that you have been standing there in the dim corner for twenty minutes.

You shake your head and make your way to the kitchen to retrieve the drink that Harry has clearly forgotten to bring you.

You turn the corner and glance around, stopping in your tracks when you find your best friend, leaning against the refrigerator, chatting with the woman sitting opposite him on top of the counter. Of course, it's none other than Chloe.

Your heart tightens. This was the plan. This is what he wanted. And he ended up being right, because clearly it worked out in his favor.

You slyly make your way to the other end of the kitchen and pour yourself a generous amount of tequila into a cup, finding the best thing available to mix it with before chugging half of the cup and refilling it to the top.

If he gets to have his fun now, you might as well try to do the same.

You put your head down and make your way back out into the living room, bumping into a tall presence before reaching your destination.

"Sorry! Shit! Sorry!" You exclaim, wiping the small bit of drink from your top, and looking up to find a wide smile and even wider eyes.

"I bumped into you, YN, it's all good." The guy replies, causing you to squint your eyes at the confusion of how he knows your name. He chuckles as he notices your expression. "Trevor. We had English 1A together last year."

"Oh my god. Yeah! Hey!" You blurt out, smacking your palm against your forehead in embarrassment. "Sorry."

"Like I said, it's all good." He chuckles, placing his palm on your shoulder. "Are you okay though? You seem a little… frazzled."

"Frazzled?" You giggle at the word, then sigh at the realization that his observation was probably pretty accurate. "I think I just need to sit down."

"Follow me, the comfiest couch is this way." He states, motioning for you to follow him as you both make your way to the other side of the large living room. You find the giant sofa and plop down on it next to him. There is a lot of space, but you don't shy away from sitting close.

"Better?" He asks, resting his arm on the back.

"Much! Thank you."

"So, would you like me to ask you what's going on, or distract you with my incredible array of celebrity impressions?"

You bring your legs up onto the seat, pulling your knees to your chest and taking another sip of the liquid concoction that now seems less intense than before.

"Ooh, impressions, please." You reply excitedly. This is something you can distract yourself with. He is somebody you can distract yourself with. At least for tonight.

"Okay, get ready. You're going to be amazed!"

×××

The night moves on as you continue to talk to Trevor, feeling a lot lighter than you had at the beginning of the night, even if your body is full of tequila.

"Have you had the barbeque chicken at that place down the street from campus?"

"No, but now I think I definitely have to." You giggle, not for the first time with him. The more drink that enters your body, the more you relax, and apparently the flirtier you get.

"Maybe we can go someti-"

"YN! I've been looking all over for you!" Harry exclaims, doing his best to hide the frustration only you can tell that he is withholding.

"Clearly not hard enough." You mumble under your breath as you roll your eyes at him.

"Can you come with me, babe?" He asks through a forced smile, his hand subtly balling into a fist at his side.

"Actually… babe... Trevor and I were just talking about a barbeque place I want to try." You snarl, pointing to the man seated beside you, wishing you could manage to ease the intense confusion plastered all over Trevor's face.

"It's all good." Trevor states suddenly, standing up and giving you a small smile. "Maybe we can chat later."

He gives you a thumbs up, which you assume is to ask you if you're all good, and you nod. He turns to walk away and you watch Harry's eyes follow him until he is out of sight.

"Come on. Please." He utters as he reaches his hand out to you, reluctantly being met with yours as you glare up to him.

He pulls you hastily through the crowds of people, simply nodding as some of them attempt to get his attention, and finally stops at the end of the long downstairs hallway.

He spins you around, your back resting against the wall, and his palms on either side of your head.

"Harry, what the hell is your problem? What was all that?"

"Me?" He growls, his chest rising and falling quickly as he looks around, his eyes resting back on yours with a great deal of intensity. "You're just sitting there, flirting with that fucking guy, when we are supposed to be together…"

"Are you serious? Are you actually serious right now?" You question, feeling the breath being drawn out of you the longer he stares. "I served my purpose, and now I'm having fun."

"Served your what?"

"My purpose! I was only here to tell you to make Chloe jealous right?" You sigh when your chest tightens, hating every bit of your statement. Also angry that he can't seem to let you have any fun of your own. "And you seemed to have gotten what you wanted. You definitely had her attention in the kitchen."

"No. I mean, yeah, we were in there talking-"

Suddenly, you're interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open, seeing Trevor step out and glance in your direction. Harry immediately grabs the back of your neck, pushing his lips against yours with more pressure than you thought would be needed to sell the moment. You hear footsteps become more distant and you push on Harry's chest in an attempt to move him back.

"What's wrong with you? He's not the one we needed to make jealous, you idiot!"

Harry's breathing becomes shallow as his green eyes pierce into yours, flickering down to your lips before rejoining your gaze.

"Kiss me again." He whispers.

Your eyes widen in shock and your head quickly swivels back and forth to search for anyone nearby. There's no one around. There's not even anyone to make jealous anymore since he has the one he wants.

"Why do we-"

"Just… kiss me again."

You are about to give some sort of rebuttal when his warm palms meet your cheeks, coating them in a heat that could burn handprints into your skin. He steps closer, your back now completely flush against the wall as his body presses into you. His lips quickly find synchronicity with yours, and you begin to melt. Your palms grab onto his shirt, desperately wanting to claw at the tattoos on his chest. His tongue parts your lips and you move to bite his lower lip, causing him to reach one hand down and squeeze your hip. Your fingers intertwined with his hair. His palm slowly moves its way up to your waist. You subtly push your hips towards his and let out a small whimper.

Then everything stops.

"Harry, why-"

"Fuck. I shouldn't… m'sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He fumbles, taking a step back and running his ring-clad fingers through the curls that yours were just tangled in.

"It's…" You begin to state, completely stunned by what just happened. By the way he just touched you, and kissed you, and held you tight. By the way it seemed to have been about something more than a stupid plan about someone else. By the way he suddenly halted it all. "It's okay, H."

"I'm… you're… we're too drunk for this. I think I just got… caught up in the moment…" He mumbles, refusing to look into your eyes and fixating his down to the floor.

"Oh. Ummm, okay. It's okay." You reply, suddenly feeling so embarrassed and so vulnerable.

"You were right. This was a dumb idea. It… it was a mistake."

Your stomach turns into knots.

"Harry…"

"We're friends. That shouldn't have happened."

The knot instantly grows tighter and your heart begins to sink.

"Like you said, I… I got Chloe's attention, so you're off the hook. You can go… be with that Trevor guy if you want."

Every muscle in your body is frozen from shock, and your mind can't seem to comprehend how the two of you went from what seemed like a passionate make out, to him basically waving you off.

"Right." You scoff in disbelief. You knew what the plan was, you knew the outcome he was hoping for. But you definitely didn't think you'd be hidden in the corner of a dark hallway, pressed against the wall by your best friend, practically feeling his heart pounding through his chest as he kissed you. You also didn't think he'd kiss you and then immediately dismiss you. You frown at yourself for momentarily believing that anything different was going to happen. Whatever the past week has been, and whatever that kiss was for you, clearly it wasn't the same for him. Just a drunken mishap while trying to convince others of this fake relationship, and you don't want to stick around to see him actually give someone else what you thought that moment was for you. "So, I'm just gonna head home."

"Wait, YN, you don't have to leave."

"You can consider this a breakup or whatever. Have fun with Chloe." You feel a pressure of tears beginning to build, and the breath in your body begins to escape you.

"YN-"

"Goodnight." You state, pushing past him and heading out to the living room, quickly thanking Layla for her hospitality.

Before you reach the front door, you feel a gentle grasp of your wrist and turn to find Trevor's concerned eyes turning downwards.

"YN, are you alright?"

Tears threaten to form as you cover up your sadness with a subtle nod.

"Do you need me to take you home?" He inquires, a softness in his eyes that could probably calm you in any other situation.

Your eyes shoot over to Harry, instantly finding him leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, arms crossed over his chest and a daggered glare shooting towards the both of you.

Sadness is suddenly accompanied by anger and you gaze back at Trevor.

"I'm actually meeting up with some friends. But… could you wait with me outside while I order an Uber?"

He smiles and nods, placing a hand on your back as you begin to twist the door handle. You shoot one last look back to your best friend, and see him standing up straight, eyes wide and fists clenched.

Well, one of you got what they wanted tonight.

×××

You had surprised your friends by arriving at the club. And you shocked them by showing up without your usual companion, Harry.

As you wait for the bartender to hand you some shots, you explain everything to Eva and Seth.

"So, lemme get this straight…" Eva begins, resting her elbows on the countertop, an eyebrow raised from your recent story. "Your best friend, who you are clearly in love with, asked you to be his fake girlfriend to get another girl jealous enough to want to be with him."

"Yeah. Dumb idea right?"

"But… you said yes…" She adds with a still raised eyebrow… "YN, that was just as dumb!"

"Well, I didn't-"

"Didn't think it would work?" Seth adds, shaking his head.

"Right."

"Still seems really dumb." Eva adds, causing you to glare in her direction and open your mouth to make your case.

Shot glasses are suddenly placed in front of you, and you are thankful for the interruption. You shoot yours down quickly, and look over to see Eva refuse the one she was handed, so you take it from her and shoot that one down too.

"Slow down sweetie." Eva suggests.

"I'm fine." You wave her comment off as you get the bartender's attention for another. You're not sure if your intention is to finally have some fun, or to drown out the events of earlier in the evening. But either way, you're going to drink enough until one of those things happens.

"YN…"

"Let's dance!" You shout, after downing your next shot.

"You never dance at clubs…" Eva replies, with what you assume is inquisitive concern.

"Come onnnn… let's dance!" You exclaim, grabbing the hand of each of your friends and dragging them to the dancefloor.

They follow you, seemingly reluctant, but begin to dance with each other as the next song plays. If they weren't your good friends, you'd be put off by their displays of affection for each other. But only because you'd be a little jealous. And now you're suddenly aware of the open space around your body.

You furrow your brow and explain to your friends that you'll be in the bathroom. Eva offers to go with you, but you insist that she continue to dance with her boyfriend. If Harry was there, it wouldn't be a problem. But now you're a third wheel and you're not about to ruin their night. You've already had enough of that for yourself.

You enter the bathroom and immediately pull out your phone, not hesitating to dial the first contact on your 'favorites' list. No one else could hold that space.

"YN?" You hear on the other end, a gentle tone coming through the speaker.

"Harry, your idea was fucking stupid!" You immediately exclaim, shouting to be heard over the music in the venue, even though the bathroom is only affected by a quiet thump of the bass. You'd take a moment to be more impressed if you weren't so drunk and angry.

"Yeah I know." He sighs, which begins to anger you even more.

"I fucking hated it. It was stupid. You're stupid." You begin to fumble, leaning against the bathroom wall as your knees begin to wobble the same amount as your words.

"Are you… drunk?"

"No!" You shout, grabbing onto the nearby sink to steady yourself. "Maybe."

"YN…"

"That's what you do when you break up with someone right?"

"What?"

"Even though it was fake. Fucking fake. But still..."

"Where are you?" He asks sternly, and even in your intoxicated state, you can picture every detail that is most likely displayed on his face. The serious furrow of his brow, the inward pull of his lips, the shifting of his weight from one foot to the other. You know every part of it.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine!" You snap back. "I've got Eva and Seth. And not you! And it's fine. I'm fine!"

"YN-"

You pull the phone away from your ear and press the button to end the call. The shots have not given you results for either of the options you were deciding between when you got to the club, so you choose to gather yourself and go to grab another.

You bring your other hand to rest on the sink and look up into the mirror. You're not too much of a mess, but you notice tiny lines of mascara running down your cheeks. You didn't even know you had been crying. Crying for Harry, who isn't even yours. Wasn't yours before, wasn't yours tonight, and won't be yours ever. At least, not in the way you really want him to be.

He really can have whoever he wants. And it's not you.

You scold yourself for letting any feelings for him form, and then grow. He's your best friend. And obviously that'll never change. Unless you aren't even friends anymore. He looked so embarrassed after kissing you. He agreed it was a dumb idea. He told you it was a mistake.

A mistake.

So, he can fuck off. You can do what you want, and right now, that's going to get another shot.

You walk out and back over to your friends, ignoring the mildly concerned looks on both of their faces.

"YN…" Seth begins, stopping his movements from behind Eva.

"Please don't. I'm fine." You respond, beginning to dance and twirl around with his girlfriend. Seth offers to grab some water for everyone and leaves the two of you on the dancefloor.

You glare at the back of his head, quickly following his footsteps towards the bar.

"Three waters please." You hear him state.

"And another shot!" You add, crossing your arms as he glares back at you, as if you're locked in some kind of parent-child standoff.

You grab the shot glass and instantly shoot it back, taping it on the countertop to ask for another. You turn back to Seth with a smug look on your face, at least you're hoping that's what you are portraying, but you notice his gaze is focusing just behind you.

Your shoulder becomes warm and weighted with a palm twisting you around, and you turn to be met with those glistening green eyes.

"Oh, what the fuck. What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here, YN?" Harry asks, his hand still firmly, but somehow also tenderly, on your shoulder. You hate yourself that just this simple touch is getting your heart fluttering again.

"I'm having fun… with my friends… nothing new."

"Oh really? Since when do you go to clubs, and knock back shots like there's no tomorrow?" That familiar furrow of his brow appears and your instinct wants to smooth it out. But your anger quickly convinces you otherwise.

"Since tonight." You reply, crossing your arms again and doing your best to stand your ground. Physically and metaphorically.

"I think I should take you home." He suggests, moving his hand down your arm and gently holding your hand.

"I think you should fuck off!" You begin to shout, yanking your hand from his hold, letting the alcohol take over your judgment and your tongue.

Harry steps back and you can read the disbelief all over his face, as if it were an open book sitting right in front of you. If you're honest, you are a bit shocked by yourself too. You've never spoken to him like that before. Fought with him? Of course. You've known each other so long, that's only normal. But that? A statement like that isn't normal for you to make towards him. To be fair though, not much about this night has been normal.

"Come on, please. Let's get you home." He reaches out for your hand again, and once again, you pull it away.

"No!" You shout.

"Fine." He throws up his hands, never being one to push or force you to do anything you don't want to do. He turns around and begins to walk out of the club, but with the alcohol and the frustration mixing together, you huff and begin to follow him outside.

"Hey!" You yell from behind him, the cold air hitting your very heated face instantly, and causing a chill to spike all over your body.

He stops immediately, not turning around as you catch up to him, forcing you to move in front of him and stare into his eyes as if you were the one towering over the other.

"Yes?"

"You…" You begin to pant from the exertion from following him, and the cold air penetrating your bones. "You don't just… you don't just get to come here and... and act all protective and shit!"

"Why wouldn't I?" He scowls, suddenly switching back to the one who towers over you. "You're my best friend, YN! And you're wasted. I talked to Eva and Seth, they were worried about you."

"Right, Eva and Seth. Who I'm here with. Not you." You growl, glaring into his eyes as if to actually pierce your frustration into them.

"YN, I was worried about you too."

"I'm fine!"

"Yeah, you keep saying that…"

"And I… I am! You don't have to worry… not about me. You shouldn't fucking be here. You should be with… Chloe. "

"Is that why you left the party all of a sudden?"

"I left because… you got what you wanted! You didn't need me anymore!" You yell, feeling a mild heat return to your body as the alcohol reignites the absolute flustering anger.

"I did." He replies softly, taking a step closer so that his warm breath steams over your face. You momentarily close your eyes and the sensation washes over you. "I wanted you there."

"Are you really that selfish, H?" You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, partly because of the temperature, but mainly to protect yourself. To protect your heart. "I did it… what you asked me to do… and you got what you wanted… you got Chloe…"

"I don't-"

"I didn't need to stick around… I didn't want to stick around!" Your tongue becomes numb and you can't seem to control the words as they spill out. "I didn't want to just stand off to the side… and watch you with her!"

"What?"

"Nevermind." You drop your gaze, hoping that you can get clear headed soon before you say something as dumb as the plan he had come up with. "I should've… I shouldn't have gone along with it. It was such a stupid idea!"

"YN…"

"You said it! It was a mistake!"

"Babe, please…"

"Don't call me that." You state sternly, lifting your gaze with the deepest furrow in your brow. Would he smooth it like you did for him earlier? No.

"What?"

"Don't call me babe. I'm not your babe." You take two more steps back and pull out your phone to call for an Uber. "Babe is for someone you're with, actually with. We're not together. I'm not your babe. It was just pretend."

"I've called you that for forever…" He replies, softening his tone as he steps a little closer, causing your breath to exit and forget how to reenter. How does he always manage to take your breath away?

"Yeah, well, you shouldn't have."

"YN, come on, you're drunk. Please let me take you home." He pleads, wrapping his hand around yours and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You look down at the gesture, feeling your cold demeanor begin to melt at the touch you've become accustomed to over the past week.

"No. I have a ride. Just go back to the party. Go back to Chloe." You grimace as her name leaves your lips, and your hand leaves his. "I've done my part in all… this.

"You know what, YN? You agreed to do it! But you clearly didn't want to and you didn't have to either. So whatever it is you're angry about, you can't blame me."

"Fuck off." You take every last ounce of self-control that you have to stop yourself from explaining why you're so hurt and admitting to what you've been feeling for years. It could only make things worse at this point. You sigh and look down at your feet, wishing you could be swallowed up by the pavement.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I knew that this, all of this, was gonna happen." He steps back and puts even more distance between the two of you and your heart sinks. Now it feels awkward. Now it feels wrong. "It was definitely a mistake."

"Definitely a mistake." You whisper back.

A car pulls up right in front of the two of you, and you know it's your ride. You look between the vehicle and Harry, not knowing which one to step towards.

"So, this… this is it." He crosses his arms over his chest, beginning to tap the back of one foot with the toes of the other, and clears his throat.

You step backwards towards the car. You didn't think this night could've gotten any worse, yet here it is.

"Goodnight, H." You state quietly, turning to grab the door handle, opening it, and looking back one more time at your best friend. If you can still call him that.

×××

The next day was painful for so many reasons, and the hurt just continued through that week. And then the next.

With how much you drank, you would think the night would be a blur, but the universe and your mind are cruel. You remember all of it. Feeling good with Harry, feeling hurt seeing him with Chloe, feeling distracted with Trevor, feeling ecstasy kissing your best friend, feeling embarrassed by his rejection, feeling way too drunk, feeling angry, and feeling hurt. Then, feeling nothing.

Nothing has been the same. Harry didn't walk you to any classes, or bring you coffee, or sit with you at lunch. He didn't come over every other night just to hang out, share food, and watch TV. He didn't call. He didn't text. Nothing. Nothing has been the same these past two weeks.

You had told your friends that you wanted to avoid any more parties, but with a bit of begging, Eva convinced you to go to Seth's birthday party. It was hard to say no to your second best friends, or maybe first now, especially when they mentioned that Harry never responded to their invite. It's not too surprising. He wouldn't want to be where you are.

So, you can be comforted by the fact that Harry won't be there. Although, 'comforted' feels like the wrong word. But Seth's parent's house is more modest, and you'll know a lot more people at this party, which should help you to relax even by a miniscule amount.

At least, you hoped it would. But whenever someone new walks through the door, your eyes dart over towards them. Your heart stops each time, until their name is spoken or you see their face.

You would grab a drink, but the anxiety building within is enough to fill you up, and you probably couldn't stomach it anyway. Plus you figure it'll be easier to leave the party early, since you are suspecting your ability and desire to hang out with everyone will be minimal.

×××

Whether it's the size of the house, or the actual number of people in attendance, this party feels a lot bigger than the previous ones at Layla's house. You've only talked to maybe a handful of people in this large crowd, but are overwhelmed enough to need some space.

You walk up to Eva and lean in to be heard over the music.

"I'm gonna get some fresh air." You quickly state, hoping your volume is enough for her to hear, but quiet enough for others not to. You'd rather be alone.

"Oh. Okay. But-"

"I'm not leaving…" You chuckle, knowing she wants you to stay as long as she can manage to. "I'm just going to the backyard."

"Okay…" She replies, her tone causing a mild curiosity in you, but brushing it off as just her drunken state.

You turn around and squeeze your way through the crowds of friends that Seth and Eva seem to have accumulated over the years. You don't know if you have even half the amount of friends they have here. One person seems to have taken away the need for a large group of friends. With just him, and a couple of close others, you've felt fulfilled. Complete.

Maybe you shouldn't take too long of a break. Maybe you should recharge quickly and get back in there. Maybe you'll need to start finding some new friends to fill that empty void you now have in your life.

No one else seems to be outside, much to your delight, and you catch a quick glimpse of a patio swing out of the corner of your eye, which you immediately decide is the place you want to be.

You walk around the outside furniture and barbeque, but stop as you look up to the swing.

Harry is there. Right there.

You can't tell if the sudden inability to breathe is due to an excitement to see the person you've been missing for two weeks, or anxiety seeing the person you were completely embarrassed and rejected by two weeks ago.

"YN?" He whispers quietly, his eyes wide at the sight of you.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't…" You begin to back up with very small steps. "I didn't know you were here."

He sighs, and it's potentially the saddest one you've heard, but that's the only thing that comes from him.

"I was just, umm, trying to get some air. But I'll… come back out later." You add. The reason to come outside was to relax, and clearly that won't happen for either of you if you stay. You turn around and head back inside, the emptiness in your friendship creating an emptiness in your heart.

Tears begin to cloud your vision. You do your best to guide yourself through the group of bodies to find a safe haven for yourself. The guest bathroom has a crowd forming outside of it, but you remember an office being close by. So through your blurry view, you fumble your way to the, thankfully, unlocked door and quickly close it as soon as you enter.

You take several steps forward, resting your palms on the wide, wood desk, and pull in some deep breaths. They don't last long as the door begins to creak open.

"Sorry, no one should be in-" Your words are halted as you turn around and are met with the most beautiful face. The face you're so familiar with, the face you've missed a lot, the face you love so much. "Oh."

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Can we talk, please?" He asks shyly, his head down and hand gripping the handle, only halfway through the doorway.

"I didn't think you'd-" You mumble back with a shaky breath, nodding and waving him into the room, watching as he hurriedly steps in, closes the door, and locks it.

He takes one step closer, still leaving an upsetting amount of distance between the two of you. But you understand. Last time you were close, too close, which didn't end well. Even though it was an incredible moment for those few seconds.

You shake your thoughts out as you are snapped back into the current moment by the clearing of his throat. You cross your arms around your body, a reflex to keep yourself together.

"What… happened?" He jumps right in, and you are so taken aback that you can't even decipher the context of his question.

"What do you mean?"

"That last party… it seemed to ruin everything. Things are so fucked up now."

Your eyes grow wide in shock. You figured he is just as embarrassed as you are, maybe a bit upset from your fight at the club, but you didn't think he'd feel like this. This intense. This harsh.

"I told you that plan was dumb." You respond, not completely meaning to make the statement aloud.

"Yeah, I get it." He frowns as he stares at the ground, clearly not even being able to look at you now. That hurts. "It was a huge mistake."

That hurts even more.

"You shouldn't have asked me."

"You shouldn't have said yes!"

"You shouldn't have kiss-"

You quickly shut your mouth, regretting those words, not meaning to bring it up and not wanting to admit that it means anything to you when it didn't mean anything to him.

"I shouldn't have kissed you." He finishes your thought with a shallow breath. You can see his regret, you assumed that was how he felt, but it still hurts. Not only because it meant something to you, and not to him, but because this is what it has caused. An awkwardness between you two. Between you and your best friend.

But anger begins to boil at the fact that this was all because of him and his stupid plan to win over some other girl. And that he only kissed you like that after seeing you hang out with another guy.

"So then why did you? Why did you kiss me?"

"You were with that other guy… you were supposed to… be with… me."

"Why did that matter? You were with Chloe! You got her! You got what you wanted!"

"I didn't get her. And I didn't get what I wanted."

"Oh my god, then I'm so fucking sorry if I messed things up for you with her!" You scoff, rolling your eyes at how pathetic this all is.

"I don't want to be with her!" He growls, running his hands down his face, then back up to run through his hair.

"Then what the hell is it, Harry? What the hell do you want that you didn't get?"

"You! For sucks sake! You! I want you, YN!" He growls.

"What?!"

"All I've wanted to do since that kiss… is kiss you again. And again." He moves towards you again, close enough now so that you can feel his warmth, and inhale his sultry dark scent, and feel that familiar tingle down your spine. "And again."

"But… we're friends…"

"Yeah. We are..."

Your body kicks into fight or flight mode, but is frozen in place. You have no idea where this is going and you're not sure if you want to know.

"Look, YN, I miss hanging out with you, and joking with you, and just talking with you. But now…" He sighs, stepping closer and closer until you can feel his breath on your face. "But now I also miss holding you, and making you blush, and kissing you."

Your breath hitches at his confession, your mind racing and your heart pounding.

"I… I thought we were just… pretending."

"I wasn't." He shakes his head, reaching his hands out to gently hold yours. "Maybe at first, because I was an idiot. But being with each other and doing all those couple-y things together made me realize I already had everything I wanted… with you."

"Harry, I-"

"I didn't even want to be with Chloe by that second party." He clears his throat and his admission causes your heart to flutter. "And she cornered me in the kitchen. I couldn't get away. All… all I wanted to do was be around you."

"Oh-"

"And when I got free, and you were with that guy, I snapped." He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "I guess I kissed you because… I wanted… dunno. You pushed me away and I should've left it at that but I couldn't. I didn't want to stop. But after the second one, you gave me that look and I got scared that you didn't feel the same. That you didn't want more."

"But I-"

"If you don't, I can live with that. I don't wanna lose you. I need you in my life. You're my best friend."

"But I-"

"But I wanna be more." He admits, squeezing his eyes shut as he squeezes your hands. "I want more than that, and I just need to know-"

"Can you just stop talking?" You exclaim, taking your hands back and moving them up to his shoulders. His eyes grow wide, with an expression of mixed emotions. "Let me have a turn."

"Okay…"

"I got jealous. So jealous. I hated the plan. I hated seeing you around another girl, and wanting another girl. Because I want more. With you. And… I have for a long time."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Why didn't you?"

"Fair enough." He answers quietly with a small smile. "S'pose I just didn't want to lose you."

"Me either." You reply, a rush of pink appearing on your cheeks as you dip your gaze. A silence falls in the room, despite all the loud noises just outside the door.

"Do you want to be together?" He asks shyly.

Your brow furrows with sudden concern when you look back up to him, and his expression instantly matches yours. "Being together will change everything, Harry…"

"I don't think that's true." He shakes his head, using his thumb to smooth out the crease in your forehead, just like you did with him before. "It feels natural between us. We are comfortable with each other, we know each other, and we already spend lots of time with each other. This would just add… extra… perks…"

"Oh really?" You smirk, a tingle running through your body. "Like what?"

"Answer me first." He whispers, closing the gap between the two of you and resting his forehead on yours. He places both palms on your cheeks, giving you every sense of comfort and excitement possible. "I need to know what you want."

"I want to be together."

"Yeah?"

You nod.

He pulls back while his eyes flicker down to your lips and he grazes them with his own. All the breath in your body leaves in that moment and your hands work their way up to the nape of his neck. Eyes locked on each other, you could swear that your heartbeats are the only noise that can be heard.

"Harry-"

Your words are cut off by the feeling of his plush lips firmly on yours. Again. But this time, much better.

"Is this okay?" He asks as he pulls away, just enough to give you two some space to catch a breath.

"Yes." You giggle, twirling your fingers into his hair. You could get lost in his curls and not even mind. "Now, kiss me again."

His dimples pops in quickly before your face is pulled back to his with one hand, and your body pulled in with the other.

Your lips meet again, passionate and desperate, as if they've been starved since the last time they met. His hands waste no time and begin to roam your body wildly. Rubbing your back, moving down your waist, grabbing your hips, and gliding over your ass. If you thought any of the other times he touched you were exciting, this was absolutely overwhelming.

His body presses further into yours, causing you to slide up onto the desk behind you. Your lips are parted by his tongue and each movement raises in intensity. One hand moves to your knee, slowly making its way up your thigh and every ounce of heat in your body travels to your core.

His lips leave yours and move along your jaw, landing right under your ear.

"Is this okay?" He whispers, nibbling on your earlobe.

"Ye-... Yes." You utter, eyes closed as his breath hits your skin.

His hand slides further up and you've never been more grateful that you chose to wear a skirt, as you feel him squeeze his way to your core. He grazes two fingers over your drenched panties and lets out a pleased exhale.

"Bloody hell." He whispers, as you feel a smile against your skin in triumph. His fingers run up and down, teasing you, and creating an unbearable yearning within.

"H…"

"You want it?" He asks, with the low, deep tone that makes your knees weak.

"Yes." You whine, opening your eyes to look at him and not only show your sincerity, but also your desire. "Please, yes."

He slips in your panties, running his fingers along you again, your bare skin excited by the touch. Your breath hitches as his fingers dip slightly into your folds.

"Harry, please…" You plead, letting out a soft moan as they enter you and you feel the coldness of his rings hit your entrance. "Oh my god!"

"You're so damn wet." He utters, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. The actual touch, and the knowledge that it's finally happening with Harry, quickly builds the pleasurable pressure that he's giving you.

Words escape you. The sensation is taking over. You don't even realize you've made any sort of movement until your eyes snap open at the feeling of his hard bulge trapped within his pants. He growls as you palm him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Fuck… YN…"

Your fingers move to the button of his pants, surprisingly able to undo it without any trouble, and as you pull down his underwear, his cock springs out of its confines. Your eyes shoot down as you wrap your hand around it. He is big. Thick and long. You've only ever imagined what he was like. You knew it wouldn't be disappointing, there was no way. But the actual view of his cock within your grasp causes your breath to hitch, and with his fingers inside of you, you get even closer to reaching your peak.

He moans as you pump your hand. You moan as he thrusts his fingers. Your noises being drowned out to others by the thumping music throughout the rest of the house, and only being shared between the two of you.

Harry curls his fingers up, immediately hitting your most sensitive spot. Your body shudders and you throw your head back as an exuberant exhale leaves your lips. He thrusts faster, curling up each time, and your thighs squeeze together as your orgasm draws closer. He spreads your legs apart slightly and wraps his free hand around your back, pulling you as close to him as possible and getting deeper with the access.

"Oh my go-… Harry… I'm abou- t- cu-"

"Go on. I wanna feel it, babe."

With the nickname that you have so desperately wished meant something more to him, being uttered from him in exactly the way you've wanted it, your orgasm tips over and your walls squeeze Harry's fingers as if they're trapping them there forever. You moan out again, and again, as the ecstasy floods over you.

Your free hand grips onto the desk for leverage, keeping your body upright and stable, as you do your best to continue your motions around his cock.

"Harry! Oh my god!" You exclaim, still panting yet opening your eyes to see the widest grin on his face. "That was… so…"

"Good?" He chuckles, biting down on his lower lip.

"Amazing!" You reply with a breathy giggle.

His mouth falls open and his eyes close as both of your focus fully turns to your work on his cock.

"YN… fuck…"

He pulls into your body again, grabbing your hips as he kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

"M'gonna… fuck… I dunno where to… to cum." He mumbles between moans.

You push on his body, sliding off the desk. He lifts his head up and you smile when you see his blown out pupils.

"Can I…?" You begin to ask, both looking down to where you hold and stroke him.

His eyes snap back up to yours, desire and concern written all over his face.

"Are you… sure? You don't have to."

"I want to."

"Fucks sake. Okay. Yes. Yes."

You lower yourself down to your knees, looking up through your lashes as you notice him swallow hard at the sight of you.

"Are you sure?"

He nods, exhaling strongly, his chest rising and falling faster as you stick out your tongue to lick his leaking tip. You lick up his base before taking him in, his cock filling your mouth so much that you try not to gag immediately.

"S'alright." He mutters, starting to pull away.

"Don't move." You state, grabbing his hip to keep him in place. "You're big, H. I just need to get used to it."

He growls at the compliment and grabs your hair. You move slowly back onto him, stroking in rhythm with your hand, and getting him deeper each time your mouth takes him in.

"Oh my-... god."

He begins to subtly pump himself in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making you have to pull off quickly.

"M'sorry."

"Keep going."

"What?"

"Keep doing it."

"Bloody hell."

You take him in again, adjusting to his soft thrusts, humming against him as he gets deeper.

"Fuck… m'gonna… m'gon-..."

You cup his balls, which sends him over the edge with a loud moan, feeling his warm release spill down your throat.

"Oh my god, YN." He whimpers, his eyes fixed down on you as he thrusts in deep, making sure you swallow every last drop.

You pull off once he's done, kissing his fern tattoos, and pushing yourself back up to kiss his cheek.

"M'sorry babe." He whispers, still attempting to catch his breath.

"Sorry for what?" You ask, suddenly worried that this may have been another mistake to him.

"M'sorry we didn't figure this out sooner." He smirks, running his thumb along your lips and placing his firmly against them.

"Better late than never." You smile, entangling your fingers back in his hair, deciding to make it their permanent home.

He tilts your chin up to look him straight in the eyes. "You are incredible. That… was incredible."

"What are best friends for?" You chuckle, sticking your tongue out between your teeth, but pulling it back in when you see him frown.

"It's what girlfriends are for."

"Yeah?" You ask and watch him nod, peppering kisses on your lips and cheeks, making you giggle. He pulls away and his gaze flickers between each of your eyes.

"I do have one more favor to ask, though." He states quietly.

"Oh god." You chuckle, not anxious in the least at what this request could be. "What is it?"

"Let me take you on a proper date."

You grin widely, matched by one from him, and you press your lips firmly together, now addicted to the feeling that you've been dreaming of for so long. Butterflies awaken in your stomach at his request, and you nod when you see the amount of anticipation splashed all over his face. You kiss his forehead and rest yours against it.

"I can do that."

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My heart is saying let's go! John B Routledge and JJ Maybank

🎶I'm a genie in a bottle, you gotta rub me the right way! If you wanna be with me, baby there's a price to pay🎶

Summary: There has been tension between you and the two boys but no one's ever acted on them, plus there the boys! They gotta rub you the right way...

Pairing: John B x Fem!hispanic!Pogue!reader x JJ Maybank

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: pet names, oral (f), flirting, angst, arguing, jealous kiara, angry reader, mention of death, smut, cliffhanger, kiara being a party pooper (i have nothing against her this was just a random idea), pinning and yearning, many emotions, overall good vibes, FLUFF LIKE TOOTH ROTTING, ENJOY!

A/N: I looooooovvvve me some of that John D and Papa J (divider creds to @cafekitsune

you were walking down the street from your house. you had just recently gotten into an argument with your dad and you really didn't feel like dealing with that right now.

you were walking down the street towards the chateau where you practically lived whenever you and your dad fought.

It was the only safe place you could go to, besides your childhood best friends were over there!

john b and jj maybank, the two boys who grew up to be the hottest men around. you had the biggest crush on them both and they noticed ever since you guys started 9th grade together.

since then you've flirted with each other, tested each others limits to see who would snap first, you even kissed them both at a stupid spin the bottle game.

though kiara has always been a little jealous considering she kissed jj and john b at the same party. And granted they never said they were dating because no pogue on pogue macking but hey, you and them? broke that rule long time ago.

you finally arrived and ran your hand along the Twinkie. you looked inside wondering if anyone was inside but nope, nobody. you went up to the door and knocked. you pace around the front porch before knocking again.

after about a minute you hear someone say, "hold your horses man, i'm comin." You instantly knew it was jj's voice, how could it not be.

when he opens the door he's got this boyish grin on his face as his eyes rake up and down your body. "hi jj, how's my surfer boy?" you greet with a warm smile on your face and open arms.

he gladly accepts your warm embrace along with the feeling of your warm skin on his as you were just in a bikini with these cute little short shorts on.

"i'm doing a lot better now cupcake," he says biting his bottom lip as he checks you out. "gimme a lil' twirl huh cupcake?" he asks smirking. he grabs your hand holding it up as you twirl around with giggles escaping your mouth.

"hey jayj, my eye's are up here." you say snapping your fingers in his face. you roll your eyes when he pouts and push past him to get inside.

"johnny boy, where are you bubba? I missed you," you call out hoping that john b is in here somewhere. suddenly you hear footsteps behind you and as you turn around you squeal out of fear and excitement.

john b has you wrapped up in his arms as he spins you around. john b was always your favorite but at the end of the day, you liked them both and your love for them evens out to the point where there both your favorites.

"there you are, been thinking about you all day baby." he says as he puts you down with his head snugged into your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Oh really, well then I guess my appearance was good in your favor." you say giggling. You see jj behind him staring at your exposed legs and his bottom lip between his teeth.

"ugh, hey, john b c'mere. Take a look at our girl." he says as he makes eye contact with you. john b let's you go and his eyes rake over your body as he walks to stand next to jj.

"what? do you want a twirl too?" you asks with your hands on your hips. They both smile and look at each other. "no, no. y-you look nice" john b says.

"I mean yea but without the clothes would be reeeaaal nice." jj says.

"JJ MAYBANK! How dare- ugh how could- ugh never mind." you stutter, face flushed. they've never been this forward with you but I guess since you guys kissed, there getting bolder and bolder.

"aww is our girl getting all shy now?" jj said making a fake pouty face with only mockery behind it, no sympathy at all.

you flip them both off before muttering some slight curses in spanish.

"Ustedes, hijos de puta, pueden ser verdaderos idiotas." you say while walking outside. (Translation: you motherfuckers can be real idiots.)

they hate when you curse at them in spanish, only knowing a few words because you use them a lot. "Hey! I know what puta and idiotas means you jerk!" jj yells at you.

you giggle and stick your tongue out at them both. john b is standing there in pure shock like 'what did i do' and jj is just angry. you make your way to pope, sarah and kiara.

"hey guys! what's up?" you asks excited to see sarah and pope. you and kiara aren't exactly on the best terms right now. she was your number one and now she's been replaced with sarah all because of a boy.

it was stupid really but whatever, if your guy's friendship was put in jeopardy over a boy and jj at that, then you guys were never really best friends to begin with.

sarah rushes over to you instantly embracing you in a warm hug pope following and doing the same. You opened your eyes and watched as kiara sat there and gave you a small smile. You simply smiled back before drawing your attention back to sarah and pope.

"hey girl! what's wrong? you look like you've been crying." typical sarah. Such an observer. "Yea i'm fine, just got into another argument with my dad, noting too serious." you say with a weak smile.

She tuts and shakes her head, "I told you just come and live with me for a month at most." she says.

"Yea and risk my father tearing up tannyhill, and risk putting you in danger? yea no chance. Eres demasiado importante para mi" you say to her. (Translation: you are too important to me)

She smiles understanding the words that came out of your mouth as you say them to her and everyone else everyday. You nod at her and walk over to pope.

"Hey. pope pope! Hows papi Heyward doing?" you say laughing as soon as you see pope's face.

"One that nickname is dead. Two, never call my dad papi again. And three, he's alright thanks for asking." he says rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

"Noted on number one. Never on number two, he's papi forever, and three, that's good, glad he's ok!" You say making sarah laugh.

You see the boys coming outside with beer cans in their hands and they're walking towards the boat. sarah managed to highjack one of her dad's famous boats and now you all have it.

Today was a day where you all go out on the boat, listen to music and swim around and get slightly drunk. That was a weekend for the pogues. And even though it is stupid considering you guys have school in two days, who cares!? your living life like stupid teenagers should.

your making your way towards the boat with john b and sarah when you see kiara rush up to jj. there both talking and jj looks your way but, you quickly look next to them to make it look like your looking at pope.

waving your hand over to invite pope to the conversation sarah was having with you and john b. you three get on the boat and you turn to grab some cans from john b so you can put them in the cooler.

Once everyone is on it's smooth sailing from here until of course kiara has something to say. This has been going on for many weekends now when you all want to have fun, kiara some how ruins it with her jealousy.

"why are you doing it anyway?" she asks. you were scrolling on your phone while jamming to the music in the background and laying your head in jj's lap while he was talking to john b when she said it.

sarah looked at her confused like 'what is she talking about' and then noticed she was talking to you. sarah then tapped you to get your attention.

"¿qué pasa sarah?" you asks her. She nods her head to kiara and kiara rolls her eyes.

"yo kie, is there a problem?"jj asks, it seems her question got everyones attention now. pope looks confused and so does john b.

"I wanna know why you do it. why you lead them on? why you flirt with them sooo much!" she says glaring at you.

"kiara are you serious right now? we're all just trying enjoy ourselves and you feel the need to have this conversation now?" you say trying to keep your composure.

you have your dads temper and when you got angry it wasn't exactly the best. your whole mood would be ruined the rest of the day and you didn't need that.

"i'm talking to you about it right? so obviously i wanna have the conversation now." she says with an atitutude in her tone and you snap.

"look kiara. i'm done with your bullshit ok? whatever the hell you need to get off your chest just fucking say it." you say rising your voice slightly.

she scoffs and then begins her rant, "i'm tired of seeing you flirt with them. it's so annoying and you know how I feel about it. and john b, jj? what happened to no pogue on pogue macking huh? it seems that rule just went out the window!" she yells back.

"Ok hermana, lemme stop you there. no pogue on pogue macking? that rule ended when you kissed them first at that stupid party kiara. then you just ditched them both completely like nothing happened and they did the same thing. When you had your stupid kook phase where you just up and left and fucking forgot all of us, that was cold." you yell.

"So yea maybe i did take the opportunity to try and explore my newfound feelings for the two boys I LITERALLY GREW UP WITH!? you love making this situation seem all about you and your fucking feelings kiara but that's bullshit. i had them first, there my boys! who were with me through everything! When my mom died, were you there? no! wanna know why? because you were too busy acting like a fucking stuck up, prissy kook to even notice!" you yell at her finally getting what you needed to get off your chest.

"No offense sarah..." you add quietly. she shakes her head as a 'none taken' gesture before looking back over to kiara.

"oh ¿por qué haces las cosas que haces? Oh, no lo sé, ¿probablemente porque puedo?" you say mocking her out of anger.

Translation: (oh why do you do the things you do? oh i don't know probably cause i can?!)

She sits there silently. "I bet 20 bucks you didn't even know my mother was dead." you say coldly before turning around to go sit at the bottom part of the boat.

20 minutes later john b and jj come down to comfort you.

"Hey bubs. you ok?" john b asks walking up to your laying figure and lays in front of you. jj gets on the bed behind you and grips your stomach while john b grips your waist.

your still in your shorts and bathing suit. jj's hands are warm on your bare stomach and john b's hands are toying with the back pocket of your shorts.

"really sorry about her. she just, she-" jj is cut off by you.

"she needs to chill the hell out. She needs to stop acting like i'm some girl that's obsessed with you guys when she's clearly the obsessed one!" you say cuddling into jonh b's chest a little more.

jj scoots closer to you, his crotch on your ass, you wiggle against him supposedly "trying to get comfortable" knowing damn well your just teasing.

john b notices what your doing and pulls your hips flush with his. "I'd stop moving if I were you sweetheart." john b says.

"yea, wouldn't want anything naughty to happen right?" jj whispers in your ear.

" 'm sorry, just wanna shut my brain off for a second. i'm so angry, can you help me?" you ask the both of them twisting onto your back to stare at both of them.

They both give each other this look before looking back at you and giving in. "ok cupcake what do ya want us to do?" jj asks, you look at him and smile tiredly.

"I want you to finger me, eat me out, you choose." you say pulling down your shorts and your bikini bottoms to reveal your already wet pussy.

"Damn bubs, that was kinda our job but hey i'll get to work." john b says kissing all down your body from your lips to your neck, down to your breasts until he reaches your thighs.

He parts your legs with his big, warm hands rubbing your thighs in just the right way to make you twitch. You grab onto his hair when his kisses start leading to your now soaking cunt.

"Are you a virgin cupcake? what? you saved your pretty pussy for us? how cute." jj says right next to you. He's kissing and sucking, leaving marks on your neck as he plays with your nipples to stimulate you.

you whine and nod your head lazily at how good it feels. jj chuckles beside you as he whispers dirty things in your ear to get you off.

John b's tongue is now on you eliciting a moan straight out of you. Your hands running through his curls. Your hips moving on their own to chase your orgasm that's building up (he was that good).

Your crying now, the feeling of john b's tongue and jj's fingers were a feeling of bliss and ecstasy. You wanted nothing more than to cream and cum all over john b's face.

jj's hands reach your clit at the perfect time, you clearly must have mumbled something about cumming but you were too drunk off the both of them to even notice.

your mush now, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you and hitting you like a wave. your slowly sinking in to a lulling slumber as your fingers get tired of gripping john b's hair.

You whine out one last time before your out like a light. 'damn they really rubbed you the right way.' you thought once more before your asleep.

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#jj maybank prompt #obx smut #john b routledge #john b prompt #john b x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank

[waitineedaname]

Um. do you think about how mr & mrs kageyama are undoubtedly on the Good-er side of the Parents scale but also are probably viewed differently by ritsu and shigeo. like i think about how ritsu probably had to be the easy one (the one that doesn't need you to care about them and comfort them) since shigeo has probably come home beaten up and bloodied enough times for the both of them?? also i feel like they might've said something like "well shigeo you don't HAVE to do [thing that will make any parent happy/proud] right ritsu :)" at some point. like idkkk i feel like that is definitely part of why ritsu feels so pressured to be twice as good at whatever he does (to make up for whatever mob lacks) but also if anyone said that to me i'd kill myself on the spot because it puts Zero trust in mob's abilities? like i feel it doesn't give him a chance to try because well ritsu will do it anyways why do i need to :/ (but then body improvement club happened. W)

anyways i just thing his parents (unintentionally) put sooo much pressure on ritsu. like the bar for being Good is drastically different for ritsu and shigeo*. and pre-claw ritsu thought that half of this pressure would probably disappear if mob did what he was ""supposed"" to do as the Older Sibling which might be one of the many many reasons ritsu thought he hated him?

*marathon arc is the first instance that comes to mind cuz...idk..before it happens they're like Hm. we should go wait in the middway of the path for shigeo (who waited for ritsu at the finish line?🤨). and after it they're like hehe ritsu got 9th place and shigeo did his best :) (this just sounds. damn. the bar's that low/high?). and both of these are normal! considering how shigeo and ritsu are! but i also feel like they're only normal because that's what you'd expect from shigeo and ritsu respectively which kind of. fucked up my worldview.

okayyy this got long. Sowwy. 😆

the kageyama parents make me NUTS when I think about them too hard bc they're probably the best parents in the series and definitely the most normal, but with being normal comes very normal flaws and parenting fuck ups, like comparing their sons. like comparing kids against each other is a very normal and common thing for parents to do, but it fucking sucks, and it's only made worse with the specific baggage the brother have

they absolutely put so much pressure on ritsu, which is one of the components of him snapping in the cleanup arc. he's like,, the ideal that they compare shigeo too, like they're always like "shigeo, why don't you get better grades, like ritsu. shigeo, why don't you stop doing weird things, like ritsu." I feel like the best example of this is these two pages from the cleanup arc (chapter 23, if you're curious)

literally every day I think about "ritsu is way smarter than I am. he doesn't do anything weird" [panel of ritsu looking so fucking haunted]

I'm going to put the rest of this under a read more because I had a Lot To Say

anyway, this sets up the expectations for the two of them. shigeo is the one who struggles at school, who messes up, whose psychic powers do weird things. ritsu is the star student, the perfect son, the Normal One. neither of these expectations are fair to them at all, especially since shigeo works really fucking hard when he sets his mind to something, and ritsu has to wear the mask of normalcy and perfection even if it doesn't feel right. it puts too much pressure on ritsu and sets mob up with the expectations of failure! goddammit!!

I don't necessarily blame the kageyama parents, I mean like I said, this is a very normal thing for parents to do, especially with kids so close in age. I've been compared to my stepsister, I've seen this happen to friends who are close in age to their siblings. it sucks ass, but it's a very normal flaw for a family to have. but also, even though the series really emphasizes that psychic powers are just a normal thing, I don't think the kageyama parents were equipped to deal with the specific issues their kids have bc of psychic powers. I can't help but wonder how much they know about that part of their sons' lives... the more I think about it, the more I think that ritsu definitely didn't tell them the truth about the first ???% incident, he definitely lied to protect his brother because I feel like they would treat shigeo differently if they knew he almost killed his brother and several teenagers at age ten. and it's unclear how much, if anything, they know about the major arcs of the show. do they know ritsu was kidnapped? do they know shigeo was trapped in a mental hellscape for six months? I'm pretty sure ritsu actively hid the events of the world domination arc from them. we see their mom watching the news report in the confession arc -- did she see her son on the screen?

idk, I just get the impression that the brothers don't really let their parents into that part of their lives, which means they still get treated normally but also means their parents don't really understand them. I think that's part of why reigen was so important to mob's development as a kid, because he gave him a person he could go to about things he couldn't talk about with his parents. it also means ritsu was especially isolated because he didn't have that kind of person, at least not until he and shou became friends

also what you said about ritsu being the "easy one", that fits directly into the way I think about both of the kageyama brothers being autistic. I think mob was much more visibly autistic, probably needed more support, and because ritsu didn't need the same support, everyone assumed ritsu must be allistic. I think he knew he was the "easy one" between the two of them and I think that got wrapped up in him masking a LOT to make things easier on his parents so they could focus on shigeo. this kid is so damn undiagnosed that I don't think he even realizes he might also be autistic until his teenage years at least

something something psychic powers as a metaphor for autism something something ritsu desperately trying to seem normal because he doesn't have powers, but also desperately wanting to get powers and stop having to act normal. this kid is so fucking sick of masking.

#PUNCHES A WALL. KAGEYAMA BROTHER BRAINROT. #asks #anonymous #should I tag this. I feel like seven hundred words of deranged analysis deserves to get tagged #mp100 #ritsu kageyama #shigeo kageyama #the other day I saw someone liking every post I've tagged with ritsu. I hope that person knows I love them #ANYWAY. AUUUGUUGHHGHHG I THINK ABOUT THEM TOO HARD AND I WANT TO EAT GLASS

[mayaflowerxs]

GLASSES & JEALOUSY

Synopsis: You’re in a great relationship w/ the team captain Mark Lee. But there’s something keeping you two from moving forward, a hint of jealousy and the old childhood friend.

Warning: Smut! Like lots of it. Bit of angst and harassment involved. Obsessive behavior, stuck up kid, complications, jealousy , neglect, Creampie, choking, use of ‘baby’ & more. Religion involvement. Corruption kink. (It’s literally so bad I’m so sorry!)

Pairing: Mark x shy ‘innocent’ reader

Read this first to better understand -> YANGYANG

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

“Fuck Mark!”

You yell out in ecstasy. Eyes rolled back, hands gripped on the sides of the sink. Legs wrapped around your boyfriends who’s currently balls deep in you. Your glasses slowly falling off of your face. Oh god just seeing you like this had Mark coming right then and there. The adrenaline rush becoming too much for him.

He absolutely loves how fucked out you look because of him. You see you’re like the school’s it girl. Highest grades of the entire school. Never once missed school nor gotten any referrals of any kind. The sweetest and some might even say the most ‘innocent’ girl in the campus. You can do no harm and will do anything to help others. All you want is to go to your dream university and live a great life because of education. Yeah no. When Mark set his eyes on you it was in the 9th grade. He just got into the team but in order to get himself situated he had to hand his forms into the coach who was at the time printing more scouting papers, who would later file them into the school system. When entering he saw you in there reading. He didn’t know who you were since you came from a different middle school.

It all progressed when he started asking around and later figured out who you were. Your name stuck in his head. And when he learned more about you his fantasy in becoming friends with you and maybe even be more than friends progressed. His dream came true when you two became friends by the end of the year and spent all summer hanging out. He was your first and took his absolute time with you. Making his goal to taint each and every part of you one by one. He loves how cute and adorable you get when it comes to your studies and passion for your future. But it becomes so overbearing he has to fuck the overwhelming feeling into your poor little pussy. And now here you two are.

In the 11th grade with him fucking your brains out in the shower rooms. Mark just won yet another game the fourth time in a row and is currently celebrating it with you having your walls tightly wrapped around him. “God I love your cute ass” he whispers into your ear. Nose colliding into yours as he pounds into you harder. Your tiny moans filling into his ears as it only encourages him more to have you sobbing for him. “Markie it’s too much baby.” Your mewls barely go heard. Growling, he pulls your shirt down and proceeds to suck your tits. Making sure to have your chest filled with marks everywhere. A reminder for the next time he has you this way how good he fucked you the previous time.

“Markie!” You gasp, arms wrapped around him tightly as your orgasm gets the best out of you. “Yes baby. Fuck I love you, god I love that sweet cunt of yours.” He rants. Feeling delirious the more he fucks his orgasm into you. “Shit. Shit!” Attaching his mouth into your neck as his load explodes into the condom. Both of you guys breathing heavily as sweat consumes you guys. Pulling him off of your shoulder, you pull him eagerly into a kiss. Loving those sweet lips that makes you dizzy for more. Pulling back slowly, his once lustful eyes are back to his cute dorky self. “Cutie” he mumbles softly. Giggling, you become shy and hide your face in the crook of his neck. Laughing, feeling his chest rumble softly. He sets you down softly. Planting a loving kiss to your temple.

“We better get going. One of the guys might come in. Don’t want them seeing you like this.” Nodding, you start to dress yourself up. In the mirror, you see yourself. Hair disheveled but makeup still on point. Fixing it a bit you also fix the position that your glasses were currently like. Pulling up your skirt and short sweater that showed a bit of the hickies Mark left you. Smiling contently when you feel your baby’s arms wrap around you. Kissing your shoulders softly. “Why must you wear such revealing clothes?” He asks you in mumbles. Catching it still, you snort and turn to face him. “What?” “You just look so damn ravishing it’s hard to not fuck that cute pussy of yours.” Smacking his chest you scold him, “Mark!” “What? I’m just saying. You know I don’t lie baby.” “Yes but do you have to be so blunt and bold?” “Baby I just fucked you in the shower room and you’re worried that I’m being too bold?” Lost for words, you shrug your shoulders and cuddle yourself into his chest.

He laughs and hugs you tightly. “Just wish you wouldn’t wear this type of clothing” he tells you. Lifting a bit of your skirt, getting a peek at your red thong. Holding back a groan and eyes rolling to the back to his head. “Does it bother you that much?” “No, but the guys at school are pigs, who knows what they’re thinking when they see you.” “So you’re embarrassed of me?” You tell him slowly. Pulling back to face him. “No! Of course not it’s just you know how the boys in school are-“ “And I need to change because of how the boys act? It’s not my fault the male species are pigs and can’t be decent people for once.” “Baby don’t take it the wrong way-“ “Mark have you seen the way girls behave towards you? They kiss each and every floor tile you’ve ever stepped on. The way they drool over you when you take your gear off and your stomachs gets exposed for like a second yet you don’t change your ways.”

“Yeah but that’s different-“ “Different?” “Baby please hear me out-“ “You know Mark I don’t understand really. You don’t want me wearing these sorts of clothes because you’re afraid boys might think dirty things of me or try to do something to me. Yet it’s not a problem when girls do it? Have you ever stopped to think how I feel? How you don’t seem to care when they do the same thing you’re afraid guys will do to me?” Going quiet, you scoff and pick up your bag off the ground. “Call me when you’re done being hypercritical.” Walking out the shower rooms. You make your way out. Ignoring his calls after you. Getting in your car, you quickly get out of the lot before he reaches your vehicle. Seeing a hurtful looking Mark in front of the stadium.

After hours since you got home to an empty house, you hear your door bell ring. Getting out of your seat from your current studying. You go down the stairs and open the door only to be met by a regretful Mark in frame. A clear vase with stickers filled with pretty cosmos. A bag of gooddies hanging on his arm. “Forgive me please?” Grabbing the vase from him, you let him in and close the door behind him. Walking past him and into the kitchen, where you add a bit of water for your favorite flowers and leave them by the window sink. Turning around, there stood a pouty Mark. Face to face where they were only centimeters away. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to offend you and I know I wasn’t being fair to you. I just worry for you and don’t want you to get hurt by those jerks. I’m also sorry for not doing anything when girls do that to me I promise I won’t let them get away with it-“ cutting him off, you wrap an arm around his head and pull him into you.

Dropping the back of food on the floor, he grabs your waist and picks you up. Arms underneath your bottom as you deepen the kiss. A sigh leaves his mouth, already have missed your lips. Pulling away when you guys were running out of breath. “So…am I forgiven?” Giggling, you nod and kiss his nose. “Yes you big awkward baby.” Rubbing noses with him, he chuckles and flashes you that cute smile you fell so madly in love with. “Good because I couldn’t go on with my day knowing you were upset with me.” “Well i’m not anymore.” “Want to Netflix and Chill?” He asks you, wiggling his brows at you. You laugh and smack his shoulder. “Get those dirty ideas out of your head!” “I can’t you’re too hot to not think this way. So…yeah?” Biting your lip, you nod at him. Not needing any verbal words. He sets you on the ground and picks up the bag of food.

Squealing when he picks you up suddenly. Legs on his shoulders as he runs up the stairs and into your room. Closing it behind him and plops you onto the bed. Grabbing your remote, he gets comfortable in your bed and turns on the tv while you go through the bag he brought. He knew exactly your favorite kinds of snacks and bought each and every single one of them including his jersey. “What?” Showing it to him, he looks over and sees you holding his shirt. “Oh yeah, I know how much you love wearing my jersey and since I had to wear it today, I washed it and brought it back so you can continue wearing it.” He says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. Not seeing them turn a slight shade of pink because you began to take off your shirt. That same groan he held back earlier wanting to erupt again when he saw your matching red bra. Putting on his jersey, you threw your shirt on your dirty basket of clothes. Climbing on Mark’s lap in which he swallows. Eyes rested on you. “You do know that we haven’t gone to the Netflix part yet right?” Laughing, you couldn’t contain it, snuggling him in kisses he laughs with you and hugs you tightly.

“God I love you, you know that?”

“Sure do handsome”

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“Mark my p-parents - oh fu- Are here.” You say in between gasps. Jersey lifted to reveal your bra, in Mark’s fists as he has you pinned onto the bed. With a rapid pace he is ramming into you. His chain dangling, every once and a while coming contact with your cheek.

Not being able to get through the movie you two chose to watch. “Come on baby, cum for me.” He says. Breath hitched as he concentrates in satisfying his baby and him. Ignoring the fact that your parents were home and most likely going to check up on you. Mouth wide open as you became lost for words. “Markie we’re going to get caught-“ feeling your orgasm hit you, legs wrap tightly around his waist as he grabs your wrists and interlocks his hands with yours. In your ear, he mumbles how good you’re taking him. “Y/n sweetie! We’re home!” You hear your mother call out to you from down the hall. “Markie-“ “Fuck baby I’m coming shit!” He whispers.

“Hi sweetie!”

“H-Hi mom!” You tell her. Opening the door to your room in which you are on your bed. The movie still playing and your snacks displayed out on your bed. “Having a movie night?” “Yep, thought I should treat myself tonight.” “I’m glad, me and your father brought Chinese food if you want some?” “I’m okay thank you.” “Of course it’ll be on the counter if you want it later. Is that a jersey?” “Oh yeah, my favorite team” You tell her nervously. “And Mark I’m assuming is your favorite player?” “Yep!” “That’s nice, well I’ll let you back to your movie and snacks. Night sweetie.” “Night mom!” closing the door behind her, you let out the breath you had held in. Mark crawls out from under your bed. Smirking as he climbs back onto the bed he just fucked you in.

“Oh no mister no more dirty humping for today.” Whining, he gets under the blankets and cuddles. “But not even-“ “No” “How about if I eat you o-“ “Mark!” You scold him in whispers. “Alright fine but tomorrow if I’m horny can’t promise you I can keep it down.” “Markie if you wake up with blue balls and close to tears I might just think about it.” Huffing, “So I’m your favorite player huh?” “Actually no it’s Sungchan but since I don’t have his jersey -ouch!” Feeling him smack your bum when he heard you mention Sungchan he holds you tightly and kisses your jawline. “I’m kidding baby” you snicker at him. “You better be. Can’t be naming my teammates especially when I just fucked you in my jersey.” Blushing, you looked away from him.Giggling at you, he runs a hand through your hair and feeds himself. “So cute.” Ending the night with a cuddling boy in your arms.

In a hurry, you rush into the corridors of the school. Always liking to get to school a little earlier than most kids arriving 10 minutes before the bell rings was already late for you. Rushing to your locker you huff as you try to open it. Frowning when it wouldn’t budge you begin to tug at it, “Open” you say underneath your breath. “Left baby.” You hear your boyfriends voice come from behind. Furrowing your brow you step aside as he opens your locker for you. “Since when have you known my code?” “Since that pretty little head of yours tends to have trouble holding in anymore info.” With a smile you boop his nose and begin grabbing the items needed for your first period. Feeling his arms wrap around your waist he nuzzled his head in your shoulder. Rocking the both of you slowly side to side. “Is there something you want to tell me babe?” Closing the locker behind you, books propped against your chest.

Gladly taking them out of your arms, Mark holds your stuff as he leans in and pecks a kiss on your lips. Cheeks becoming rosy as you still aren’t too used to the affection. No matter how long you two have been together you still can’t get over how flustered you get when he shows you affection. Mark wasn’t seen as the type. And even before you two dated you thought Mark wasn’t into you by how distant he was. As if there was a border between you two. The first ever pda he showed you was right before he asked you to be his girlfriend. Rubbing away the ice cream on your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you. Even the memory of it still has your stomach all tingling. Propping your nose higher on your nose, you mutter a small thank you to him.

“Remember the newest friend I made yesterday?” “Oh yeah who helped knock some sense into you?” With a short chuckle he nods. “Can you uh, help her fit in with us? I mean given that you’re one of the few girls in the group and I know she’ll need a new girl friend and all, I mean that’s if you’re totally fine with that. I don’t want you to think you have to or anything-“ pecking his cheek you giggle and nod. “So cute when you ramble.” Groaning he turns away from you. “Y/n!” “What?” You laugh. Seeing how shy and nervous he gets when you return the affection, not really handling it well which results in him to become pouty. “Okay where can I meet her?” “Her locker should be somewhere near the entrance.” Nodding you go to grab your books from him but it only results in him backing away. “I’ll take these.“ “But-“ “Nothing. We have first period together so you go get yourself a friend and I’ll see you in a few okay?” Nodding you smile at him as you part ways with him.

“Since when do you bring your stuff with you minutes before the bell?” Jeno raises his brow. “Oh come on Jeno don’t be so slow. Don’t you see how nice and organized the notebooks are? Mark couldn’t have done that.” Scoffing at Ten he sets the books down and takes a seat next to the guys. Haechan and Sungchan were currently out on the grass playing a simple game of catching and throwing a football. Picking up one of the notebooks, Winwin reads it out loud. “Y/n.” “Aww!“ Haechan says loudly. “So cute you’re even carrying her stuff, my boy is whipped!” He screams, shaking his hands in adoration. “Shut it.” Mark huffs. Having to put up the rest of the minutes with their constant teasing he rushes out as soon as the bell rings. Shaking his head when he hears them say, ‘Go Jack! Run to Rose!’

“So how’d it go?” Mark asks setting your stuff down. Having seats next to each other you look up at him with a pleased smile. “She’s sitting with us at lunch.” Tilting your head to the side and flashing him a smile. A habit you do when you’re content. Chuckling he nods, “I’m glad you two got along.” “Baby?” “Yeah?” “You’re books…” looking down at his desk the realization that he forgot his stuff at the locker settled in. Jumping out of his seat, “Oh shit!” Running past the teacher who had just entered, freezing mid greeting when he looks at his student rush out the classroom in confusion. Looking back at you which he knew he spent most of his time with, you only sit back in your seat and giggle.

“Markie we have to go back.” You whimper. Trying to push him back and walk out, he grips his hold on either side of you. Caging you as he continues to assault your neck. “We still have three more minutes.” “Yes but we need to get our stuff and go to lunch. You know I have to find my new profound friend-“ gasping when Mark picks you up and puts his crotch against your heat. “Feel that my love?” He whispers low enough for you to hear. “You did that.” You felt dirty. You shouldn’t be doing this. The fact that this isn’t the first time is even more wrong. You go to church, the people there see you as goodie two shoes and now here you are making out with the ice hockey team captain. You should be shoving away and say to wait til after school but the proximity of being so close to him can send you haywire. Head fuzzy as all you feel is lust. “Don’t you want me?” He asks you in a low tone. Whimpering as he puts more pressure on you. You wanted him but the many risks you guys had taken was too many. But you wanted him close, you wanted his mouth all over you.

“Markie your mouth.” “What about it baby? Say it. Say what’s on your mind.” Seeing the smirk on his face he expected you to beg him to do something to you. While on campus he’s seen as this dominant guy. Who knows what he wants and will fight for it. Knows how to take control and won’t put up with anyones bull. Whereas at home he becomes this pup who constantly wants your attention. Pouting when you don’t say ‘I love you’ back quickly after he says it. Lifting up your shirt, you pull your bra down. Mark’s breathing becoming raggedy as soon as you reveal your breasts in front of him. Brushing a hand through his hair you lift his chin to look at yours. That damn innocent look that’s naturally there on your face looking at his heated face. “Please suck me.” You plead him. With a groan, he feels his pants tighten. Most definitely getting blue balls.

Without another say. He leans his head down and begins sucking on your tits. Squeezing the other to give it an equal amount of attention. Slowly grinding into you as he only gets more sexually frustrated. Sucking harder and harder the more he thinks about fucking his cock in between your tits. Your moans getting louder, he looks up at you. The stern look he gives at his team mates to quit it was thrown at you. The small custodian room can only hold so much noise. Mouth wide open when he flicks his tongue on your nipple. Hickies forming everywhere, hearing the bell ring you whine. You wanted more time with him. God damn it you wanted him to fuck you right then and there but that couldn’t be possible. “Come on Mark-“ a sound of disapproval when you try to pull him off you. Pulling you closer with his arms as he as he buries himself in your breasts.

When he felt content that is when he pulls away. A proud smile on his face when he sees you tired out, chest heaving as there were beautiful purple marks on your chest. Cupping your face he kisses your face gently. “My baby.” He coos. Helping you to fix yourself up you two walk out after making sure no one was around.

“What’s going on?” You ask Mark. Both girls rush out while a confused Yangyang stands alone. Mark shakes his head, if only his friend really got the hint. “What?” Yangyang asks him. “And I thought I was slow.” Tilting his head at your boyfriend. Mark turns to you and smiles at you warmly. Pulling you in his lap as you happily ate your lunch. Kissing your shoulder gently while conversing with the guys. “Jeno gimme.” You huff when he keeps snatching a utensil out of your tray. Chuckling he continues to pester you. Finding humor in your annoyance. Wincing when he feels a kick on his shin. Looking over and seeing your boyfriend continue to talk with the other guys as if he wasn’t the one who kicked Jeno. Finding it boring, Jeno gives your stuff back and finishes up the homework needed to be due in math. “Still struggling?” Scoffing he nods. “You don’t know it.” “Why don’t you ask your best friend?” Shaking his head softly as he stares at his nails. “She’s too busy with her boyfriend. Wouldn’t even have the time.” He says with a sigh. It was no news that Jeno has had the biggest crush on his girl best friend but it seems that she’s never returned the feelings. Boyfriend after boyfriend he had to come face to and never once was he one of them. What really broke him is when he accidentally walked in on her and her boyfriend making out. It still hurts him but his only way to cope is to imagine him being in her boyfriends shoes. Him being the one to make out with her and love her.

With sadden eyes you reach over and rest your hand on top of his. You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes. How heart breaking it would be to see Mark with other girls and never once seeing you as an option. A potential crush even. Mark didn’t need an explanation to know what you were thinking, with a hand rubbing your side you look back at him and see him sending you a soft warm filled smile. Returning it, you blow him a kiss and continue eating.

Jogging onto the park grounds. You rush to the swings, in a race to beat Mark to them. “I won! You’re slow.” You shake your head in fake disappointment. With a smug look, he accepts the defeat. He knew obviously if he were to actually try, you wouldn’t even make it to the grass while he had already gotten to the swings. Love seeing the pure happiness on you was all he ever cared for. Strived for too. “Oh darn baby I’m losing it.” He sighs while walking over to the swing next to you.

“Push me Mark.” Quirking a brow at you, he chuckles. “Aren’t you big enough to swing yourself.” Pouting, you huff and go to push yourself. Looking up when you feel a hard surface hit your back. Well more like Mark’s abs. Taking a hold of the chains, he lifts you up and begins to push you. Loving how nice the air felt each time you went down. Laughing each time he tickles you once you meet back to him. wanting nothing but take a picture of the scene, Mark can only stare in awe. Not realizing his love for you is only expanding rapidly.

“Okay! Okay let me push you.” You announce, trying to stop yourself from swinging. He grabs on the chain, taking your spot. You wrap your arms around his neck. Kissing his temple, you go to pull back and begin pushing him. “Markie.” You giggle when he keeps a hand on your hand. Attacking you in kisses all over your face. Desperately trying to hide your face in his neck from the sudden attack. Finally letting his hold on you go, you fix your hair. Laughing along Mark who only teases how flustered you already got because of him.

While doing so, your smile drops immediately when catching sight with someone from church. Better yet from your religious classes, son of your parents friends, Eric. You didn’t really have a problem with him but a bad trait of his was that he used every single information about you to your own disadvantage. Anything about you he uses to get you in trouble if you needed to. In this case, Mark would be the cause for you being heavily grounded and shamed for. You weren’t allowed to date until you became of age and lose your virginity until marriage. Your parents even bought you a purity ring, and while they believe you’re keeping this holy promise. Mark laughs mockingly at the ring every time he’s pounding you onto any surface he happened to push you up on. Mark knew of you keeping your guys relationship a secret and he isn’t upset. Instead he’s very understanding, but Eric. He’s never met Eric. And god what an awful timing.

“Mark walk away, quickly.” “Why? Something wrong?” Tapping his shoulder to quickly get him up. He does so upon filled with confusion. Muttering lots of ‘what’ and ‘everything okay’s, pushing him to get going but it became too late when Eric had caught sight on you.

“Y/n! Wow long time no see!” He greeted you. “Oh! Hey Eric! I see you’ve changed, like loads of it.” Waving you off, Eric was no longer the scrawny boy he was back in your guys religious class. He too worse glasses and now changed to contact. Curly brown hair now straightened and jet black. Muscles blushing from his arms and seemed to have grown 5 inches. “You too, I see you still keep the glasses around though.” He playfully nudges the glasses you’ve had for years now. Swatting his hand you groan. Rolling your eyes playfully you smile at him awkwardly. Forgetting what was at stake, Eric’s eyes set onto Mark’s awkward figure. Still having no clue who the hell Eric was to you.

“And this must be…?” “Cousin!…my cousin’s friend. Yeah, he uh has trouble with his math homework but given it’s too stressful for him we’re hear to kinda help him relax a bit.” You chuckle nervously. Eyeing you, Eric nods reluctantly. “Oh…okay. Well whenever you’re done tutoring him contact me. Definitely need help on my homework too, Bio really can be a pain.” “Will do.” “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Bye Y/n, bye…” “Mark.” He says seriously. No smile, no expression. Nodding, “Mark. Nice seeing you two…oh and by the way what cousin of yours exactly?” “Jeno’s! Yeah pretty tight friends. Why?” “Oh nothing. Just wondering.” Flashing you one last smile before walking off, you let a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding.

“Cousin’s friend mhm?” “I’m sorry baby.” You pull him into a hug. “He’s a son of my parents friends. I knew him from my religious classes, always wanted us together. My parents thought me being with a good kid would influence me to be just like him.”

“And you don’t want him knowing about us because…” “C’mon Markie use that big head of yours.” “Wow is my angel catching an attitude?” He raises a brow. You laugh and pat his chest. Resting his forehead on top of yours, staring into your eyes as he waits for you to continue.

“He’s like my parents personal stalker. Anything I do he goes and tells them. Heck I don’t even have to do anything bad but he still manages to make it suspicious enough that my parents scold me for it.” You mutter. “I’m sorry you’re stuck having to put up with that.” Shrugging, he kiss him unexpectedly. “Doesn’t matter I have you…that’s all that matters.” Nodding approvingly, he intertwined your hand with his and left the park. “My place baby? Or do you got to go home.”

Checking the time on your phone, you shrug. “Guess I got some time left before I must actually be home. Your place it is.” Letting you in his car, he closes the door after you buckle up. While he drives off, the familiar bulked figure lingers in the park. Seated on a bench far away, he eyes the leaving vehicle. Didn’t catch you two become cuddling but did see you guys leave. Deep down he knew what you said was a cover up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it all.

Sitting on the cold bleachers. You watch your boyfriend practice with his team mates. Hearing the clashing sounds of bodies hit one another, ice being scraped by the stick. Taking off his helmet, his silver gray hair sticking to his forehead. Chest heaving he looks over to where you sat. Winking at you, dropping the smile when you hear loud squeals come behind you. Turning around, you see three girls had sat behind you. Wondering who they were here for, it was made quite obvious the second Mark had walked up to you. “I’ll be out in 10, wanna wait here?” Silence overtaken the room once the guys had walked into the locker rooms. Feeling the intense stares from the girls behind you, you shyly shake your head. Standing up and going to walk off, Mark grows confused.

Going to run after you, he stops when he hears a voice call for him. “You did great out there.” The one in the middle said seductively, twirling her hair as she flashed her lashes at him. One on her right glares at you as you turned to look back at your boyfriend. Sighing, you don’t let him catch up to you or what you thought he would and leave the stadium.

It definitely took longer than 10 minutes.

And by the time he did finally get out, he wrapped an arm around you. Your energy was lowered and you didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t like the reason for it was because of some possessive girls who think they had a shot at your boyfriend. Shaking the terrible feeling off, you go on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek. Smirking at you, he pulls you closer to him. Kissing your forehead continuously as he moves both of you guys side to side. “Love you baby.” He tells you softly. Lifting your hand up to where his arm rested on your shoulder, you interlock his fingers. “You hungry?” You had asked him. When he nods, you pick up the pace and lead him outside.

“Good because I’m starving and I really wanted to eat at this place I heard from Jeno’s friend. Would really like to check it out.” Following him, the two of you made your way on out. By the next morning, you did your usual routine in getting ready for school. Only this time, going down the stairs you stop as soon as you see Eric standing there with your parents. “Eric?”

Flashing you a smile, your mother besides him claps her hands. “Y/n great news! Eric will be attending your school! Isn’t that great? You two can make up the time you lost and finally reconnect. I’m sure you two will have a blast knowing you guys can spend more time with one another.” Jaw slacking, you merely nod as you watch your parents be glad having Eric to be going to the same school as their daughter. Your father patting his back as he bids you two in a great day at school. “Aren’t you glad sweetie?” Your mother asks you. Eyes silently telling you sternly to say something nice. Nodding, you send a small tight smile at Eric’s way. “Great! Well since he’s already here, I figured he should take you to school.” “Oh mom I don’t think-“ “I’d love to do that.” Eric interrupts you.

Turning your head, you see him already staring right at you. A chill run down your arm at the way his eyes looked at you. As if he was examining every bit of you. Gripping your backpack tighter to you, you nod hesitantly. “Okay then.” With an excited grin, your mother walks the both of you out. Getting into the passenger seat, you look out the window. Not bothering to speak to him and you only wished he didn’t try to make conversation but rather turn up the music.

“So how have you been?” He breaks the tension, barely. Nodding you answer him quickly. “I’ve been okay. Doing me. And you?” “I’ve been good!” The awkward silence began to settle in again and all you could’ve hoped is for the ride to come to an end soon. “So um…why’d you move schools?”

“Well I didn’t really like my old school and my parents said the one you went to was very nice so I had asked them if I can go attend there and they said yes. So now I’m here.” Smiling at you, head turning to you once the car comes to a red stop light. Not speaking anymore, you look out the window once again. Head running through thousands of thoughts. How were you going to keep seeing Mark if Eric’s going to be attending the same school as them. As soon as he finds out the truth you’re done for. Not only that, you knew for a fact Eric will be listening and watching at all times. Worse, your boyfriend happens to be the school’s Hockey team captain. Anyone and everyone speaks on him and his beloved girlfriend even the staffs and teachers.

Biting the inside of your cheek each time your nerves kick in, leg bouncing rapidly. You turn around to look at the boy driving when he begins to chuckle. “What’s got you so nervous?” “Me? Nervous? I’m not nervous.” You shake your head. Fidgeting with your hands, averting your eyes. “Please I know you so well. You’ve always did the little things to tell you right away.” “So you’re saying I have a tell?” “Oh yeah, the leg bouncing, chewing the inside of your cheek, fidget of your fingers and eyes averted all of it. Come on, what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?”

Ignoring the compliment, you shrug. Never one to be good at lying you only managed to come up with a decent cover up that wasn’t necessarily a lie. “Just wondering how things are going to be with you around.” “Is that bad?” “No! No, it’s just last time we went to the same school was back in elementary school.” “Ah yes 6th grade I remember.” Remembering the memories of you two in elementary, Eric laughs at a faint memory of you both.

“You were so small, you still are but. Everyone saw you as the innocent one, so many wanted to be your friend because you never judged anyone. And still you’re still the ray of sunshine I know you to be as.” His hand rests on your knee momentarily. Heart beat stopping, now even more tended to be near him. You never understood if he was naturally this touchy. But whatever his reason was, you moved your knee away from him. Playing it off to make it seemed like you were adjusting yourself. Seeing the familiar school come into view, you grabbed your backpack and prompt it on your lap. When finding a parking spot, you notice a few had already started staring at the unfamiliar vehicle. You original plan was just to get out, thank him for the ride and go but you knew your conscious wouldn’t let you especially since he’s new.

So when getting out, a few whispers were already starting. You and a new guy which no one ever saw around, people found him attractive. Seeing him help you with your books as he smiles down at you. Something people already consider coupley looking. “Did they break up?” You heard one whisper to their friend and you only hoped Eric didn’t hear it. Picking up speed to go inside, Eric doesn’t speak on it. “Will you help me find my classes?” Looking between him and the hall guiding you to your locker, you wanted to tell him to go to the office, knowing they had students who were qualified to help new students around. But not wanting to seem rude, you merely nod. “Thank you!” He grins at you and follows you to the direction of the office. When entering the staff there ignored you guys. Doing whatever it was on the computer. Hearing Eric clear his throat, the few other students there needing assistance as well watch him through the corner of their eyes.

“Excuse me ma’am, but me and a few other students are in need of assistance and it seems like you can attend us if I’m not mistaken?” The cranky old woman about ready to snap at whoever dared try ‘demanding’ her for help stops herself when seeing him. “Oh! You must be Eric Kim! I’ve met your father, very professional man and if I may admit an overall gentleman. How may I help you?” Ignoring the other students who had arrived before you guys furrow their brow. “Came here for my class schedule miss.” “Oh please call me Mrs. Kang.” “Of course Mrs. Kang.” Seeing how easily Eric manages to woo the cranky staff no one really likes being dealt with, you’re glad you two manage to leave the office rather quicker than you anticipated.

“Wow.” You say. “What?” “Oh it’s just, she’s so…” “Cranky?” “Yeah. And you managed to simply decay all of that.” Laughing he shrugs his shoulders. “You should thank my father, if it wasn’t for him we would still be there waiting.” “Well thank you Mr. Kim.” Handing you his schedule, he begins to ask you series of questions. “Any of them we share together?” “Oh um …well wow we share quite a lot.” “Oh yeah?” Eric’s voice slightly pitched from his usual tone.

“Yeah only classes we don’t share is our last two. Guess first period we should be heading off to.” “Guess we shall-“ “Oh no wait! I have to put some books in my locker.” “Okay well I’ll come with, I mean I don’t know my way around so.” “Okay yeah.”

More whispers were made the more the hallways got packed. Ignoring it, you quickly rushed to your locker. “Woah what’s the rush?” He jokes, leaning on the locker next to yours. “Oh I just don’t like being late it’s all.” Nodding, he watches you take out your stuff in your locker. Grab what you needed, you were ready to close it and go. “Y/n hey!” You hear a voice say behind you. Turning, you come face to Jeno’s best friend. The same one he’s having a crisis loving head over heels for. “Oh hey!” Eyes looking past you, she raises a brow. “Oh! Um this is Eric! He’s a childhood friend of mine. Just transferred today.” “Well hello nice to meet you and hope you have a nice time here. Well I should get going, hey have you seen Jeno by any chance?” “No sorry.” “Oh well, haven’t been able to come in contact with him at all. Hope he’s not ignoring me.”

“Ignoring you? What for?” “Oh well we had this stupid argument last night and- it’s whatever I’ll tell you some other time. Bye you two!” Waving her goodbye you watch her disappear into the crowd of students. Turning to face your friend, you give him an awkward smile as he only simply stares. “Shall we get going?” “Yeah let’s go.” Walking side by side, you two stay quiet for the time it takes you two to get to your class. Eyeing the proximity your shoulders had, when brushing into each other’s you try making more space but it seems the more you guys walk the space keeps lower each time.

“Oh hey, I forgot where’s my locker?” Stopping right in front of the classroom, you sigh and lead him into the direction where his locker was at. “So sorry just got caught up in my own head.” “Don’t apologize, maybe it’s you being nervous. It is your first day here after all.” “Yeah, maybe so.” When opening his locker, you hear the bell ring. Great you’re late. You’re never late to a class. Hope your parents won’t nag you for the first and only tardy you got yourself. “Hey, since it’s my fault you’re late how about you get going.” “But don’t you-“ “We were already right infront of the classroom, I know where it’s at. It’s okay.” Sending you a reassuring beam you nod. “Okay see you in class.”

Rushing back into the direction of your first period. You mutter a quick apology and make your way to your usual seat in the back. The spot you and Mark sit at. You were nervous to what Eric would think and if anything you wanted to advice Mark to act natural but seeing he wasn’t here only had you more anxious. When the door opens you had hoped it was your boyfriend. “My apologies ma’am, it’s my first day and-“ “Oh no need dear! Eric Kim right?” “Yes ma’am.” “Please take any seat, and I’ll be there to catch you up on some lessons yeah?” You were kinda astonished on seeing how easily Eric managed to charm people. Like it was in his genes. Eyes catching yours, he walks over and sits next to you. A few students watched him walk by them, heads turning to follow his every move. Whatever Eric held surely had a hold on anyone really.

“Hey partner.” He greets you. Before you can answer him, the door opens again. Hearing another apology but this time sounded more rushed and out of breath. “So sorry ma’am.” “Fell asleep again Lee?” Your teacher scolded him. Putting his hands up, he grins at her. “Guilty as charged.” A few giggles come out of the girls sitting up from. “Mhm go sit.” Nodding, he makes his way over to his usual seat next to you but freezes mid way when seeing Eric in his spot. Confused and shocked he looks over at you. You didn’t know what to say nor how to act natural with Eric being right besides you. Not getting anything out of you, the teacher scolds him to just sit already. Having no other choice but to sit next to one of the girls who immediately give their friend a giddy expression knowing the Mark Lee is sitting besides her. As the class begins you feel Mark turn back and give you a few glances. Still wondering what Eric your childhood friend was doing here all of a sudden but you don’t give him any glancing back as you also noticed Eric constantly turning his head to look at you.

Oh how awkward it was getting now. If only you could prepare yourself from the madness that was about to occur soon.

For most of the day, Eric was attached to your hip. It seemed wrong just how much you wanted him to leave even for a short amount of time and what made things worse is your friends silently asking you for an explanation. You felt Mark watching your every move and anytime he wanted to walk over to you, your eyes would widen and shake your head at him. By lunch hour, Mark sat at his usual table. Glaring daggers behind the head of the new guy whose back was facing him. He had asked you who you normally sit with and thankfully your friend managed to sit beside you in a whole different table, alongside her was Yangyang.

The spork in a tight grip as he watches Eric getting too close to his girlfriend. “What’s up with the new guy? How does four eyes know him?” Jeno tells him. The pet name is what he’s called you for years now. “Said he’s the son of her parents friends. Don’t know why he suddenly moved here but I can’t be seen with her when he’s around.” “Wow that must suck, especially with him practically hogging over her.” A slight pinch from Ten and Jeno winces. “Don’t worry about it Mark, I’m sure he’ll find friends and leave her alone. Gosh it’s pretty funny how jealous you get.” When seeing you get up and make your way out of the cafeteria, Mark ignores the rest of his friends and follows you.

About ready to enter the woman’s bathroom, you shriek when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Lips immediately imprinting light kisses on your neck. Giggling, you pick up the familiar cologne and snuggle into your boyfriends embrace. “Miss you.” He mutters into your neck. Rocking you two slightly side by side. “I missed you more. Really wanted to hug you, to kiss you.” A kiss to the lips and Mark groaned. Something about you had him driven crazy and with a simple kiss he already wanted to do such dirty actions to prove his love for you.

“Why’s he here?” He tells you. “Eric?” Nodding merely, you see the seriousness in his face. “Well he said he wanted to go to a better school and his parents agreed this school was it.” “What does that mean for us?” “What do you mean?” “Baby you said he can’t see us…like this.” Sighing, you turn around to face Mark. Cupping his face you peck his nose.

“I know Markie but it’s only temporary. He’ll find friends and with due time, I can hopefully trust him enough to tell him about us. Pray he won’t tell my parents.” Nodding reluctantly, Mark kisses you again. Pulling your waist closer to him, you moan when feeling his crotch grow. “Dirty boy.” You tell him. Sucking on your neck, he hugs you tightly to him. “You love me.” Giggling, you quickly pull away when you hear voices come into the hallway. A smirk on Mark’s face, you shake your head. Seeing a few students walking down to pass you two, Mark walks over to you. Wanting to touch you, but you reject him.

“Mark behave!” You whisper shout to him. Tickling your side, you flinch with a smile on your face. The students watch you two fondly as they wish they can be in a relationship as lovingly as the one you were in. “I can’t stop baby, you’re irresistible.” Grabbing your hand before you go to move away from him. In love with the giggle that leaves you when he twirls you around, keeping you put in between his arms. Leaning in, he kisses you not caring if anyone else were about to see them. “Hey Y/n.” You hear the familiar voice of Eric’s say in the distance. Quickly pushing Mark away and turning to face the lockers, you pick your head up when Eric walks over to you guys. Thankfully hadn’t turned the corner yet if not you would have been toast.

“Yeah?” “Just wondering what was taking you so long…oh is this Mark?” Quirking a brow at your boyfriend who Eric thought stood too close to you. Something he already wanted to have a talk to you about. “Yeah! This is Mark, he uh came to ask me a question he had on one of his assignments.” “Oh well hello Mark, think it would be much more appropriate to ask you such questions at the hour you two meet up don’t you think?” Not expecting a cold reaction come from Eric you give him a look in disbelief. Mark on the other hand, fisted his hand in his pocket, biting his words back before he nods slowly when seeing a pleading look coming from you. Respecting your wishes and going along, “You’re right. I’m sorry, see you after school Y/n.”

“Actually I don’t know if you two can meet up after school, kinda wanted her to help me join a few clubs and sports and what not, here in school.” “Then you do it yourself-“ “You know that seems like a good idea Eric!” You quickly interrupt Mark. Standing next to Eric as you speak up again, eyes looking straight into Mark’s.

“The more clubs you join and sports you’ll help your college application. And will also keep your mind off of things. Won’t be so bored all the time.” You nod. Mark understanding you wanted Eric to join in order for you two to spend more time, he smiles. “Okay I understand. I’ll see you sometime later then.” Bidding you goodbye, Mark doesn’t bother even waving at Eric and walks off. Eric quickly puts on a smile when turning his head towards you. “Lunch is almost over, shall we get going?” And you agree.

“I don’t like him.” Mark says bitterly. Him and the team getting a break from practice, taking his helmet off and he tells the boys all about how Eric manages to snatch you away every possible chance he gets. “Maybe he only has her as his friend. Besides didn’t you say she was suppose to help him join clubs or whatever activities the school has?” Ten tells him. Yangyang sitting next to him shakes his head, “What if he’s interested in her?” Snapping his head up at him, Mark turns serious at the thought of someone trying to take you away from him. “Don’t be ridiculous Yang, Mark said they’ve been childhood friends. If he was interested he would’ve done something a long time ago.” Sungchan tries to reason mostly for the sake of his captain who looks like he’s ready to hit something.

“No Yangyang is right. I mean I never heard of him and now he suddenly bumps into her and boom the day after he attends this school? AND you know what she told me, that he’s like this spy who always needs to keep tabs on her and if she does anything, even breath the wrong way he goes running to her parents. Like he’s this strict babysitter.” “Okay so maybe he’s not into her more like trying to ruin her life by being a taddle taler?” Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. “Whatever this guy is trying to get at isn’t good I know that for sure.” Hearing the whistle blown by their coach they set their water bottles down and get back on the ice rink.

You on the other hand arrive home tired. Eric took his sweet time deciding what he wanted to do and even tried convincing you to join an activity with you. Just wanting to go home you made the decision to say yes with joining him in the pottery club. Excitedly telling you all the pots and vases he’s made when he joined it at his old school all the way home. “How was Eric’s first day? Oh I hope you two had a splendid day!” Your mother said excitedly. Clapping her hands as she demanded every little detail. “It went alright.” You mumble to her tiredly. “Just alright? Oh come on! I’m sure having your childhood friend be in most of your classes had to have been fun.” “Yeah I guess so…wait how do you know he has most classes with me?” “Oh his mother called the office, yeah Eric himself wanted to have as many classes with you. Said he worried to lose his way around and what’s a better way to keep himself on track with you constantly by his side right?” Nodding reluctantly, you send her a forced smile and walk up to your room.

Closing the door behind you, you plant yourself on top of your bed. Eyes demanding sleep, you don’t bother to do anything else but sleep. Sleeping until the sun had gone down and the ice hockey team captain once again climbs onto your balcony and into your room for the umpteenth time. Watching you sleep fondly, he moves a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Climbing in bed with you, he pecks your forehead softly. Pulling your sleeping self into his arms as he kisses your head. Waking up from your nap, you smile at him tiredly. Pickering your lips for a kiss which he doesn’t deny you of. “So cute.” He tells you softly. “No you are.” You mumble to him, nuzzling your face in his chest which you feel a rumble from him laughing slightly.

“How was your adventure with the prince of snitching.” Snorting, you lay on your back. “Exhausting. I really missed you guys, all I had to endure was him constantly talking about himself and the things he’s done before coming to our school.” “Would think so. Just by how he dresses screams narcissism.” Sitting up, you face him. “But enough about him, I don’t want to think about him just you.” A small smirk forms on his face and he tugs at your shirt. “Just me? About what baby?” Holding his shoulders, you climb onto his lap. Arms come around you securely. “About loving you. Really missed being near you. I know pathetic right?” You joke as you avoid eyes with him. Face heating as your ears turn red. “Well I guess I’m pathetic too since I missed you so much too.” Leaning closer to you, he kisses your cheek. “Just hope I’m your pathetic loser forever.” Smacking his bicep, he laughs and kisses your nose. “Of course you’re mine forever and I am yours but no need to call yourself that. You’re not a loser.” “So I am pathetic?” “Your words not mine.”

Spending the few remaining hours until your mother comes to barge into your room, putting face masks on each other. Letting a shriek out because of the coldness, you giggle as Mark makes roaring noises for the tiger mask he has on. “You make a cute panda.” Mark boops your nose, grabbing his phone as you two take many pictures through the mirror in front of the bed. In the bathroom, a puddle of water is caused by constantly splashing each other. Music playing from your phone on the bed, using foam to cover your face with it Mark smirks at you as you pout at him. Letting you get him back, hair up in a small ponytail using the many scrunchies you have for such occasions. By the time you two were freshened up the knob to the door began to wiggle. Eyes widening as you hear your mother call out your name from the other side.

“You need to go!” Grabbing his sweater and phone you push it up against his chest as he still tried to put on his shoes. “Y/n? You okay in there?” Opening the window wide enough for him to slip out, he struggles when he has to juggle many things in between his hands and hold the railing.

“Y/n?! Talk to me dear.” “I’m coming! Just changing it’s all!” Still hearing the jiggle going on on the door knob you push Mark out. “I’m going to fall!” He shrieks when he almost loses his balance. Dumbfounded when you give him a rushed peck to the lips. “Love you, so sorry though.” “For what?” Letting out a shout when you push him, closing the window shut and open your bedroom door. Confused look on your mothers face as she looks inside the room. “You okay? Thought I heard a shout?” “Nope no shouting in here? Maybe one of the neighbors kids you know how loud they can be.” Nodding reluctantly, she walks in and sets a few grocery bags on your bed.

“Here’s the supplies you needed, your father just got home.” “Okay I’ll be down in a bit.” Kissing your forehead, she walks out of your room with the door open. Letting out a sigh you jog over to your window and see Mark was no longer there. Silently hoping you pushing him off didn’t injure him too badly.

“Ow! Ten!” “I’m sorry but that’s most definitely going to be swollen all day tomorrow if you don’t let me treat it!”

Currently on the couch weeping in pain, the team took the time to hang at the oldest’s house. Parents work in the afternoons so house stays mostly vacant. Few were eating, others on the phone and the rest playing video games. House was semi calm but it wasn’t until their captain walked in slamming the door open and limping in when everyone got up to attend him. Certain he had gotten jumped until they were told it was because of an breaking and entering accident.

“I wasn’t breaking and entering.” Mark mumbles as Yangyang constantly tells him that. “I was visiting my girlfriend and now I’m stuck with an injured leg.” “How can you be so reckless Mark? You know we have a game in a few days right?” “Her mother was coming in and she needed me out as fast as possible.”

“Y/n pushed you?” Jeno asks him. “Yes but she didn’t mean to get me injured!” With a groan the boys sit back as they can only hope their captain gets better before the game. If wanting to get into finales they had to win this upcoming game for sure to even get involved in the tournament. “If you have to sit out swear she will have to take your place!” Winwin exasperates. Snorting at his comment, Mark shakes his head. Grabbing the bag filled ice from Ten and gently sets it on his ankle. Wincing the more pressure is added on it.

“Yeah maybe she will have to.” Mark tells them after he forcibly removed the ice off of him, can no longer endure more pain.

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“And so I told my mom, it’s already difficult enough having to jog between sports and clubs. Now you want me to run the committee for the annual carnival hosted for charity? Come on now.”

Boredly playing with the food on your tray, you watch Mark laugh at a joke one of the boys had said. The scrunch of his nose has you holding back an aww as his eyes brighten up. What you would do to just go over and cuddle him, but you couldn’t.

“Y/n are you listening?” “Huh? Oh! Yeah, you were saying Eric?” Eyes looking down at the tray, you wait for him to continue. A silence from him has you lifting your head, a certain look on his face as he watched Mark’s table. “Eric?”

“He’s been looking at you for a while now.” He says a bit coldly. Looking over and catching sight of Mark glancing at you, looking away after a bit and focusing his attention back on his friends. “M-Maybe he has a question about a worksheet of his.” Proceeding to get up, you quickly grab his wrist. “What are you doing?” You tell him with wide eyes. “Going to tell him to stop staring. It’s rude and impolite to be watching someone especially a young lady.” Tugging him back when he tries to walk towards his table you get up quickly. “Eric no! Stop please don’t make things more difficult than it should be.”

“Y/n, I don’t like him. He just doesn’t seem like someone you should be associating with.” “Eric, I’m sorry to come off rude but.” Letting go of his hand, you cross your arms, eyes back on the floor to avoid contact. “You can’t tell me who I can and can’t socialize with. Sorry you don’t have a nice feeling about him but I do. I know him more than you do and Mark has the best intentions when it comes to me.” “Best intentions? You make it seem like you two are more than tutor and tutoree.”

Shaking your head quickly, you clear your throat. “No! Mark’s…simply a student I have to tutor. It’s all, nothing more nothing less.” “So he’s not your friend?” Feeling conflicted, you take a few seconds to come up with your response. Mark had seen your sudden shift to stand in front of Eric and he didn’t like it one bit. He’s been watching your every movement since the moment you frantically tried to tug Eric back. Biting the inside of his cheek as he tries to stay away but when even Yangyang the most oblivious one noticed the sudden shift in you and Eric, Mark waited no more. Getting up to check up on you, he froze when hearing your next words.

“Mark’s nothing to me. Don’t worry Eric.”

Eric had seen him behind you. And he was left even more content knowing Mark had heard. Nodding, his eyes kept going from you to Mark. “I’m glad.” Confused, you turn around to see Mark standing there disheartened. Shocked, you go to take a step closer to him but stopped when he shakes his head at you. Leaving you there, guilt and shame washes over you. You wanted to explain yourself and yet it seemed like the world was preventing you from doing what you wanted.

“Come on y/n, we don’t want to be late for pottery club.” Handing you your backpack, he puts an arm behind you and leads you away.

Getting more worried the more the club went on and still no response from Mark. Phone in hand and the many unresponded texts. Ignoring Eric who seemed pretty confident in the vases he’s made so far. The girls next to him watching him closely and throwing a few compliments his way. The times he’s tried talking to you they quickly avert it to them which you were glad. You weren’t in the slightest bit interested in speaking with him. Looking at the time and seeing you still had a good hour and a half. You huff, blowing the strand of hair getting in your face.

Mark was in practice currently. He was only on the other side of the school, you could just talk to him right now. Would make sense why he isn’t answering. Of course! Grabbing your bag, you quickly exit out the classroom. Not paying mind to Eric’s call out to you. Jogging through the corridor, opening the doors leading into the ice rink. Hearing a few shouts and laughs from the guys. Walking further in and you get a glance at them. Not practicing but huddled by the bottom of the bleachers chatting. Getting closer you see a few other people there. You saw Mark in sight and made your way over. You needed to speak to him, to explain yourself. And yet while you were in the pottery club worried how he was feeling, you stopped in your tracks seeing him so happy. A grin on his face as he joked with his friends and worse, seeing him not the least bit minded that one of the many fan girls of him had her arms around him.

You wanted to be upset with him. And man you were but was he doing this because of what you said? Does he really think you’d stoop so low and bad mouth him? Surely he has to know you didn’t mean it. His eyes moved from his friends to you. Your eyes move from his to the arms currently wrapped around him. It seemed as if Mark had gone stiff. He didn’t know what to do and yet when he sees you walking off he panics. Hearing the girl whine behind him, he harshly tugs his arm away from her when she tries to resist. “Quit it!” The group goes quiet as they watch the captain run off after you. Slamming the door open wide.

“Y/n!” Grabbing your elbow, you pull away from him. “Leave me alone Mark.” “Please stop walking.” Trying to pull you by the waist, you begin to thrash. “Stop touching me!” Tears began to pour down your face, frustrated and clearly upset had you lashing your emotions out. Wanting nothing more to breathe in fresh air, feeling suffocated especially when your boyfriend can’t seem to give you space. “You have to hear me out-“ “I didn’t mean it Mark! I did it to make sure he did nothing to you and this is how you repay me! By letting some chick feel you out! Is that how little I mean to you?!” You shove him back. Eyes going red the more you cry. Looking at you with desperation he shakes his head.

“No! No you mean everything to me-“ “No I don’t! This is exactly what I was talking about Mark you have no respect for me! You let anyone get too touchy with you and can’t seem to understand just how disrespectful it is for me!”

Swapping his hands away from touching you. You turn to walk away, whining when he pulls you in again. You go to shove him away when you get moved away from him harshly. “Didn’t you hear her?! Stop touching her!” Eric’s angry voice tells Mark. “Shut up Eric this has no business involving you!” Shoving him back, Eric gets in his face. “Anything that has to do with y/n is my business.”

“Eric stop!” You try to diffuse the tension.“Quit pretending she’s your girlfriend!” “And what if she was? Why don’t you run back to your prissy friends and dance your way back on the ice alright? Y/n’s better off disassociating herself from you.” Angry, Mark swings on him. A hard punch to the face and chaos breaks. Pleads to stop fighting wasn’t enough. The blood and bruises is all your head can permanently print in your head. Hearing the loud punch hitting skin and bones and the lockers being rattled with the more they press each other on with.

“Get away from my girlfriend you creep !” Mark yells at him. The rest of the team had managed to separate them apart, never really seeing Mark this angry. Only the one time they managed to lose their win streak for the tournament. “Mark stop! Stop! This can cost us the tournament enough!” Ten demands him. Jeno held him back while Sungchan got in between them. “Eric please just go.” Glaring at him, he goes for your hand. This only angers Mark more and goes for him again. More of the guys go to push him back, yelling at him to control himself. “She’s not going anywhere with you!” “She will because I said so. Y/n, come with me now.”

“Y/n don’t listen to him!” Running a hand through your hair frustratingly you look between the two. “Y/n let’s go, your mother won’t be happy hearing about your stay with this freak show.” Eric told you. Your heart drops at the mention of your mother finding out the truth. Everything was happening so fast you no longer knew what to do. A part of you simply wanted to leave and yet the other didn’t want to leave Mark alone even though he had the guys. “Y/n please.” You hear Mark plead, feeling as he was in the brink of breaking down. He knew just how bad things got and he can’t let you walk away from him. Not when he needs to sort things out with you even with how bad things are.

“I’m sorry. I have to.” You whisper to him, shaking your head as you let Eric drag you away. Breaking your heart seeing his so distraught watching you leave him. Turning your head in hopes it’ll be easier to leave him there, you don’t notice more tears begin to run down your face. “You made the right . I told you he was bad.” Eric tells you. Getting in the car, you look out the window. Deciding to stay quiet you hear him sigh. “Your mother won’t be happy hearing about this.” “No, don’t tell her.” “I have to y/n, such things can’t happen. You are way too good for that and your mother needs to know to make sure you will never hear of that boy again. He deserves to be punished, taken away of his scholarship or kick him off the ice hockey team. Something to teach him a lesson-“

“Shut up Eric!” Shocked, his mouth slightly opens. Eyes widen as he turns to you. “You ruin everything! You can never seem to mind your business! Things were so much better when you simply fucked off!” Getting out of his truck, he goes to grasp your wrist. Moving it away from him, you slam his car door shut. Rolling the window down he shouts your name.

“Get in the car y/n!”

Ignoring him, you run back inside. Mark wasn’t there and it only had you stressing to find him. “Sungchan where is he!”

“Boys locker room-“ not letting him finish his sentence, you bolt it over there. Opening the door where the guys stood, they quiet down when seeing you. Walking past them, you hug Mark tightly who sat on the cold bench in the middle of them. One by one they make their way out to give you two space. Pulling you by the waist, he holds you as tightly. “I’m so sorry” he cries. “I’m sorry too.” Pulling you on his lap, he lays soft pecks on your collarbone. “She didn’t mean anything. I was angry, I didn’t want to hear you out and I didn’t care whether they were crossing the line or not because I just wanted to forget your words and I know that doesn’t justify my actions but-“ cutting him off, you grip his face and kiss him.

“I should’ve come clean from the beginning. You didn’t deserve having to be hidden from my family simply because I was too much of a coward to confront them.” “And I shouldn’t have lost my temper and hit your…friend.”

“Fuck him, he’s nothing to me.” Laughing, he smashes his lips onto yours. Wincing when you accidentally kneel into his side. “You okay baby?” Nodding, he tries to kiss you again but you cover his lips with your hand. “Lift your shirt.” “I’m fine baby-“ lifting his shirt, you gasp when seeing a bruise begin to form. “It’s all my fault.” “Don’t start y/n, I chose to fight him. And I don’t want to brag or anything but he’s got it much worse. Not only is he narcissistic but a sore fighter.” Giggling, you pull his shirt down carefully. Feeling him push your glasses up, he lifts your chin up as well. “I love you. Please know that.” He mumbles near your lips, “I love you too. Please remember that.” Sealing those words with a kiss, you feel him smile during it. “What now?” He asks you wanting you to comfortably make the next step.

“Guess we tell my parents about us before Eric does.” You respond nervously, eyes set on your hands. Nervously playing with your cuticles, his large hand on top of yours to stop you. A finger under your chin he lifts it up. “I’m ready whenever you are.” He smiles at you warmly, kissing him you felt just the slightest bit of relief.

Arriving home, you make Mark wait outside. Wanting the process of introducing him to come smoothly and not all at once where chaos will break lose. A reassuring squeeze from your boyfriend and you go inside. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!” You hear the tv on, on low volume and the smell of food yet it was silent. And when walking further inside, the living room comes in view and sitting with your parents were none other than Eric himself with his parents.

“Mom?…Dad?” “Take a seat, dear.” Your mother said sternly. Eyeing the empty spot furthest away from them, you reluctantly take it. The looks on your parents were enough to know Eric revealed everything to them, “Mom I can explain-“ “Save it. How could you y/n?” Her tone stern and eyes cold.

“I said no dating, and to hear it from Eric all the things you’ve been doing behind our backs?” “Mom please-“ “Enough!” Your father shouts, flinching as he stands. “We spent day and night to raise you the right way and this is how you repay us?! What else have you been doing Huh? Drugs! Were you partying? All those study sessions were those lies too!”

Tears brim your eyes as you stand. Shaking your head as you try not to cower, “Dad please just let me explain okay? I came here to tell you guys the truth I wanted to tell you myself today before Eric did but he beat me to it-“ “Don’t lie! Eric did the right thing to come to us or who knows what else you’d get yourself into.” Disgust was all over your fathers face. Glaring at you with such anger, eyeing you as he couldn’t believe all the things Eric had told him.

‘She may be doing more than simply dating’ Eric’s voice rings in his head. Looking down at the purity ring he bought, he walks over you. Taking a step back that hits the couch. “Give me the ring.” “What?” “Give me the ring!” Shaking, you take off the purity ring and hand it to him. Lifting it up to your eye level, “Did you break it? The promise the ring signifies?” Growing quiet, you look over at the others in the living room. Each not daring stare into your eyes but all equally disappointed in you. “Answer me!” Flinching, you sob. “Dad-”

A smack. A loud smack is heard throughout the house. Foot tapping rapidly as Mark waits for you to let him in. How much longer must he wait? He can’t help but worry the more he waits. Windows closed off by the curtains, and even when it seems suspicious to everyone who may pass by, he pressed his ear up to the door.

You cry. Desperate to hold it in as your father walks over and throws the ring into the fire pit. “Sixteen years down the drain with you. Everything your mother and I have given you, all for the best and you took it for granted.” “Dad please, I didn’t mean to disappoint you but I love him-“ “What do you know about love?!” “More than you! All you do is lock yourself in your office all day, when was the last time you and mom went out on a date that didn’t end in less than an hour?!” Going to raise his hand again, your mother intervened. “Please, enough. No more.”

“Don’t you hear? Listen to your daughter! How disrespectful she’s gotten! And it’s all because of that damn boy! I told you it was best if she was homeschooled or best, was enrolled in catholic school. Better the nuns beat some sense into her!” “Hitting her won’t change her ways.” She tries to reason. “It could! Maybe she’ll understand for once her place in this house and to never disobey us again.” Gripping your arm you yell at him to let go. “Dad you’re hurting me!”

“Hear me when I tell you, you will never see that boy again! You will go to boarding school if you must, you will listen to Eric as he is a responsible child unlike you! He will keep an eye on you and anything he finds out he will report to me! You are grounded for the rest of the school year young lady.” About to respond to him, the door opens. The others look up and watch as Mark walks in.

“Is that him?” Your father seethes. Letting you go harshly as he makes his way over to Mark. “No! Stop!” Your mother and Eric’s father are quickly to pull him away. Mark stays put as your dad begins to curse him out. “You ruined my daughter! I will not let you ruin this family!” “Honey, please.” Pushing her away, you are quick to pull her to your side.

“Mr. y/l/n, whatever you feel about me, I accept it. But you shouldn’t take it out on your family. Especially y/n.” “Like hell I do! She’s a disgrace to this family! Better I had a boy.” You wince at his rejection but silently cry to the side. Eric now standing by you with pity. Worried eyes as he looks at the scene unfold.

“I love your daughter sir. I really do and it wasn’t right we went behind your back but we weren’t doing it to dishonor everything you’ve done to help y/n and the family. We worried you wouldn’t accept us, your daughter has always been responsible.” “Responsible? Alright tell me young man, have you two had sex yet?” Your eyes widen as you shake your head at Mark. Fearful of what your father was capable of if he admitted it, but Mark only smiles at you sadly and goes to say yes.

“No, they haven’t.” Eric speaks up. Looking over, everyone in the house does so. “And how do you know?” Your father asks him. “Because I heard y/n speak about it. She told her friend, she wasn’t ready yet. No matter how much she loves Mark she wanted to wait.” He speaks ignoring you as you watch him cover you up. Showing little to no shock as you the turn to your father who eyes you. “So why did you insinuate it?” “I was jealous.” He murmurs.

“Son? Explain yourself? This is so unlike you.” His mother tells him. “I didn’t like the idea of y/n with Mark, so I lied so that they would separate but instead I only brought more damage to your family. I’m sorry Mr. Y/l/n, they really are being responsible.” “Doesn’t change the fact she lied to our faces and kept this to herself-“ “Dear, try to understand her. She didn’t like the idea of disappointing her father. We did the same when we were young remember? It took you a long time to face my father.”

The room grows silent, your father watched Mark slowly approach you. Taking your hands, “I’m not lying when I say I love your daughter sir. I really do care for her and only want to keep her happy. Just give me a chance, give us a chance to prove to you that we are serious. We aren’t being reckless.” Eyeing the two of you so close, the anger slowly dissipates. Turning to your mother as she silently asks him to let it go.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, taking a step towards you. Taking your hands from Mark’s, seeing the already forming bruise he curses himself for doing that to you. “I shouldn’t- I was just- I’m so sorry.” He pulls you into a hug. Standing warily, you pat him lightly. “I shouldn’t have hit you, no reason to have done that and I’m sorry. I just got so angry and…” looking between you and Mark he sighs.

“I don’t like the idea of you dating but, I should’ve expected it to have happen sooner or later. Just, promise me you’ll be safe?” Nodding, you force a smile. He knew it was but it was enough for him. Your forgiveness wouldn’t come easy but he as okay with that. Eric’s family soon dismissed themselves as they take their son away. Disappointed scoldings to him on their way out. “And you.” He turns to Mark, “Take care of her.” “Of course.” Mark shakes his hand, a bit taken aback when he gets pulled in.

“Does it hurt?” You shake your head. Bruise covered up by makeup, the stadium loud already as the bleachers begin to fill up. It was time for the game to start soon, and Mark still hadn’t changed into his gear. Instead sitting next to you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and inspect the injured part of your cheek worriedly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there in time to stop it.” Shaking your head, you kiss him. “Just glad it’s over.” You tell him. Mark nods, a small silence falls upon you two. “He’s getting therapy. Was told the stress had been triggering his anger. Even going to marriage counseling with my mother.”

“That’s good.” “Yeah.” Lifting your head up from his shoulder you smile at him lazily. It’s been a week since the argument, you and your father hadn’t talked much but he’s been trying to get more involved in your life and do little acts of helps for you to forgive him. Eric had moved away again, this time since his parents had to go to Italy for business. Had heard much and for that you were glad. “Don’t you got a game to win?” Mark smirks and winks. “Of course I do-“ Mark stops in his tracks when he looks down and sees the jersey you were wearing. “Hell no.” He says, taking your hand and off the bleachers. Giggling you whine as Mark drags you away. “Stay here.” Standing outside the locker rooms, he rushes in. Ignoring his teammates demanding him to change already. “Going hold on.”

Going through his jerseys, he picks one out. His favorite one on you and runs out. “Mark-“ grabbing your hand and pulling you two in a closet, he locks it behind and begins to lift the jersey off you. Laughing you whine as he throws the jersey on the floor harshly. “It was just a joke! I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously.” You giggle as he puts his on you. Grasping each arm to pull through each arm sleeve hole. “Ha ha what a great joke to wear Sungchan’s jersey.” Smashing your lips as soon as he pulls his jersey down, you cup his face and lean in closer. Pulling you up and setting you on top of the counter, you cross your legs around his waist.

A groan let out as you pull him closer. “Fuck.” He rasps out when you run a hand down over his crotch. Messing up his hair the more you run your hand through it, disheveled and fuzzy as your lipstick gets smeared all over his lips. Sucking hickies on his neck, red lip marks all over his neck. Grinding into you as he loses himself to you. “Nooo.” He whispers frustratingly as you pull away. “Sorry, you have to game to play.” “But you gave me blue balls.” He fakes a pout.

His throat dries when you spread your legs. Shorts that were very easy to pull down. “Win this game and I’ll let you take me anywhere, anytime right after.” Groaning, he rolls his eyes back and falls into your stomach. Giggling as he wraps his arms around you. “God you’ll be the death of me.” Lifting his jersey you’re wearing and planting a soft kiss right on the spot he most adores. Just below your belly button where he sees the outline of his tip get fucked deep in you. “I’ll be back in a few to fuck the shit out of you.” He winks and kisses you. Setting you down, and the two of you part.

So he may have lied to his future father in law about not having had sex with you but at least he was honest that he would do anything to keep you happy. And when the time ran out, the crowd roared and his team cheered for yet another victory. His eyes immediately settled on yours. Taking off his helmet as your hickies on his neck gets exposed the earns many screams and whistles of approval. Biting the inside of your cheek as you squeeze your legs, not paying to mind anything your friends were saying as you two kept eye contact. A smug grin appeared on his face as the many ideas came to mind for what the rest of the night shall go for the two of you, happy he shall make you.

#nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct reactions #nct imagines #nct smut #nct mark lee #mark nct #nct mark #mark imagines #mark lee #mark lee smut #nct sungchan #nct haechan imagines #nct ten imagines #nct jeno imagines #nct yangyang #nct winwin

[olderthannetfic]

Reading for Context

I don’t really feel like scrolling through community profiles has taught me anything. People tend to just post normal tumblr posts and not tirades about shipping. I was told to just scroll OTNF go understand, but OTNF’s feed is just screenshots from a K-drama and idiots pestering him about pronouns for some reason. Is there like a specific way to do it? So… i’ve actually never understood the social conventions of other people in any group i’ve been in. I haven’t really had in real life friends since middle school.

This is actually kind of an interesting question.

First, let me be plain, what you've been asking repeatedly over the last couple of weeks or however long it's been is this:

How does a neurodivergent person who fundamentally is not good at social nuance, reading comprehension, and picking up on context get better at those things?

I've known people whose parents hired coaches to work with them on a weekly basis for years. "How does socializing work?" is not a simple question.

Teaching reading comprehension is hard too.

I vaguely remember a lot of times in school where English teachers spent whole semesters trying to get us to understand not only what figurative language meant in context but how to detect that it was present in the first place. I still remember this one 9th grade classmate wailing "But why does it have to be a metaphor?"

What you're asking about is something most people work on for decades, yet you want randos to summarize it simply in a few sentences.

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The first thing that jumps out at me here is the superficiality of how you're describing engaging.

When people say to lurk, they're talking about a deep engagement with a community. They're talking about reading closely, including comments, for a month, not scrolling back through a week and just skimming the top-level posts.

Did you open the replies on my tumblr posts where other people besides me are discussing things? Did you look at the reblogs with content, and not just the ones I reblogged back onto my own tumblr?

Beyond the exact number of days you should read or the exact procedure, people are talking about a very in-depth kind of engagement in general. The point is that it's difficult to just come into a new space and know how it works without studying it.

For example, I talk about oldschool fanfic stuff a lot. A logical default assumption is that I'm a woman. Are you not familiar enough with fanfic spaces to assume that, or are you coming from Spacebattles or something?

Why on earth would you default to 'him'?

I'm not insulted: it just shows a staggering lack of clue about the context you found me in.

I've linked you to my patreon where you can see my pro writing pseudonym, which is obviously female. My tumblr itself links to my pro writing and gives my actual name, which is also fairly obviously feminine. I've also recently talked about being pregnant. Yes, it was oblique and I only confirmed it in the replies, not a top-level post, but plenty of regulars noticed. (Yes, yes, biology is not gender, but still...)

There are plenty of clues I'm not a "him", but you missed them all. I don't care about pronouns, but I do care about people who don't bother to or aren't capable of reading closely.

Quite a few people have sent me asks asking what I'm watching. I have repeatedly said that it's DMBJ and described it as "the Chinese tomb raider franchise". Yet you assumed it was Korean for some reason. This suggests that you just scrolled through quickly and did not actually thoroughly read the text of the posts or the replies. It suggests that your eyes skipped over the boring-looking short text posts in between the picspams.

It suggests you didn't bother to google what I was watching when I did say the name because you don't give enough of a shit to bother. That doesn't suggest a very high level of interest in my blog or any reason I should cut you any slack or pay attention to what you think.

It also suggests that you didn't look back all that far. I've been posting a lot about DMBJ, but I only started downloading Ultimate Note on July 15th and Tomb of the Sea on August 1st.

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If you want to understand a community, scrolling hurriedly through one month of content and not actually reading it closely is insufficient.

This is what people mean when they say you're not willing to put in the work and want other people to do it for you.

[mxssingmemories]

That Just Happened

Pairing: Professor! Harry Styles x daughter-figure! reader

Summary: You've known Harry since you've been in high school-little does he know that you see him as a father figure. After a really rough day, you accidentally call him dad. Love ensues.

Warnings: Dead parent, mention of SH tendencies, crying, comfort

Word Count: 1k

A/N: this is my first Harry fic, so i hope y'all love it :) have a good night, loves!

You'd known Harry for the four years you'd been in high school. To others, he was just Mr.Styles- but you and him had a father-daughter relationship. He thought of you as his kid, and with your absence of a father figure, he took on the role easily.

He was friends with your mom even before you'd started the 9th grade, so she trusted him with you 100%. She knew that he was a positive male figure in your life; she'd never do anything to end that.

"Hey Mr. Styles!" your friend, Alex, smiled as they walked with you into his room. It'd become your safe space at this hellhole of a school, and having Alex here made it even better.

"Hi Alex, hey Y/N," he smiled, greeting you with a side hug. As you sat down, you immediately zoned out-today had been rough. It was the day your birth father had passed away, and it hit you big time every year.

Of course Alex and Harry knew this, and since Harry was busy teaching, Alex took over. They rubbed your shoulder, letting you know that they were there. The gesture gave you some confidence to take out your notebook and a pen, opening to the next titled page. He was teaching a topic you were very familiar with today (you had a sneaking suspicion he did this on purpose, but knew he'd never admit it.)

You did your best to take notes, even with your hands shaking. Your foot tapped almost rhythmically against the tile, the cold metal of the desk keeping you grounded in reality as you took deep breaths to keep the panic at bay. It worked for a while; Harry keeping the class interested with constant jokes about the math formulas he was writing on the board. He sent glances your way almost every time he looked up from the board, obvious concern written on his face. You tried to signal to him that he shouldn't panic, but it was tough to do that when you were trying to tell yourself the same thing. Alex's hand ran discreetly through your hair, the other writing your notes for you.

You only zoned back in when Harry dismissed the class, choruses of "See you tomorrow, Mr S!" and "Have a good day, sir," echoed in the small room. When the room finally cleared out, Harry walked over to your desk, his face finally tensing up to match the emotions he was feeling inside. Alex cleared their throat, and you waved your arms haphazardly letting them know it was okay to leave. With a drawn out hug, they walked out of the classroom, shutting the door behind them.

You sat on the floor heavily, leaning into Harry as he matched your position.

"I'm sorry, Haz," you apologized, burying your face in his chest.

"None of that, lovie. You have nothing to apologize for, and I thought we banned the s-word?" he attempted to tease, the smile falling off his face as his reassurance caused you to finally lose it, sharp sobs shaking your body. You bawled into his chest, all the feelings you'd been keeping cooped up coming out. Harry noticed the second you started scratching your arms roughly, grabbing your hands and holding them instead. He wouldn't let you hurt yourself, no matter what happened. He just held you tighter, shushing you softly and muttering reassurances into your ears as the emotions crashed through you. Harry felt his shirt getting soaked, but he honestly didn't care. All he wanted to do was keep you safe, and if that meant safe from yourself? Then he would cross that bridge when he got to it.

You fell asleep quickly after that, the crying exhausting your already sleep-deprived body. Harry gently picked you up in his arms and carried you out to his car. With anyone else, this would've raised a LOT of questions, but the staff knew about your familial relationship with the kind-hearted teacher, & your mom had signed a contract.

He laid you gently across the back seat, shutting the door as quietly as possible. You hadn't woken up the whole ride back to his house, but you eventually yawned and opened your eyes at Harry's house.

"What..Where am I?" you mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes in a feeble attempt to understand what was possibly happening right now.

"You're at my house, kiddo," were the only words that relaxed you enough to go limp in your father figure's arms. He easily took on your weight, carrying you bride-style up the steps and onto the couch. He tried to set you down and move to get you some water, but you clung onto him like a koala. A small smile came onto his face as he watched you attempt to bring him down onto the couch. He gave in a second later, shifting you next to him in an attempt to get himself comfortable. He gave up on that the second you shifted onto his chest, his fatherly instincts taking over to comfort.

"Y'gonna be alright, sweetheart," he assured you quietly, thinking you were asleep.

"Love you, Dad." you muttered, & seconds later, sleep took you for the final time that night. His eyes widened as he processed the statement, but he couldn't deny that it felt right.

Well shit, he thought, that just happened. He didn't want to overreact as he so often did with you, but he couldn't help the huge smile on his face. He loved you more than you knew.

The next morning was...awkward, to say the least. You had no idea what you'd said, so when your mother texted you and asked you about it, you freaked out. Jumping off the couch the minute you read the message, you startled Harry.

He flinched hard enough to roll off the couch, and your dog that he'd been keeping for you, Harley, jumped right on top of him. It was safe to say by the pained groan he let out that 90 pounds of puppy didn't feel good on a stomach, but he laughed it off. When you both had finally calmed down a little bit, you asked the million dollar question.

"Are we going to talk about this..?"

"Whenever you're ready, kiddo," he smiled, his mind going 100 miles a minute with happy thoughts-he was happy you thought of him like that. God knows he'd been feeling the same way.

#harry styles x daughter!reader #harry styles #harry styles comfort #professor harry #father-daughter relationship #my writing

[mademoiselle-red]

So I had a thought today: Patroclus’ tragedy is that he isn’t Odysseus. Hear me out. This is gonna be a long and meandering story. So I was thinking about that battered old picture book adaptation of The Iliad I’d received as a child, and how at the time, I was very into “trickster” characters who achieve their goals through some kind of cleverness and get away with it. My favorite character through the first part of the book was Paris because he wins over Helen by getting Aphrodite to make her fall in love with him (yes, I know better now, but I was 9 years old at the time lol). But then I realized he was actually stupid, so I dropped him. No one really piqued my interest until Patroclus showed up and put on his friend’s armor and bluffed his way through the enemy lines. I was really rooting for him to win! It was brilliant. But then the gods intervened and gave the victory to Hector. Boo. I dropped him, Patroclus —he didn’t get away with his trick, and that made him immediately less interesting to 9 year old me. I did feel a vague sense of unfairness at the fact that he didn’t fail because his plan wasn’t clever enough, but because he didn’t have a god on his side. And, I didn’t care much for his friend Achilles since he was strong because he was strong, not because he was clever.

I was also at the time, very into track and field races, which were co-ed at my elementary school, and I always managed to do pretty well in the longer races against boys who normally ran faster than me because I knew how to manage my stamina and they didn’t. Anyhow, I ended up latching onto Agamemnon, because the ending of the picture-book focused on him, and he ended up killed by his wife, and thus not clever enough to get away with it, which made him a total loser in the eyes of my former self. But then, a few years later, I read The Odyssey in my 9th grade English class, and I finally found the character of my heart, Odysseus. He is the clever trickster who does “get away with it”, over and over again, and I loved it. Odysseus is not as strong as Achilles or politically powerful as Agamemnon, but he is clever, and he outlives them all. I could never get enough of this kind of story: the clever youngest brother wins the fortune, the clever hero defeats the stupid knights and marries the princess.

Real life didn’t quite work out that way. Like Patroclus’ bluff, my advantage in strategy and stamina was short-lasting. As we began to hit puberty, my body fat to muscle ratio caught up with me, the boys got even faster, and the school races were now segregated by sex. But by then, I was already losing interest in the sport.

And now as an adult, I’ve found new appreciation for the tragedy of Patroclus. It is the tragedy of the almost-good-enough, the almost-victory. He was more clever than Achilles, cleverer than Hector, and he could have won, had he been able to fight that battle on his own terms, bypass Hector and make it over the walls of Troy, had the gods not thrown him down from the walls and forced him to fight Hector face to face. But he isn’t Odysseus, and Hector isn’t the Cyclops. But he could have been Odysseus, who always won by not fighting fair, perhaps in another universe, where Lady Athena smiled upon him and chose him as her favorite.

Patroclus was among the best of the warriors, but not the best. He was clever, but not the cleverest. His tragedy is perhaps the tragedy of the average person, as strong and clever as an ordinary hardworking warrior would be, but not extraordinary, not blessed by the gods, forced to share the world with those few who are.

#greek mythology #the illiad #the odyssey #patroclus #thank you for reading my very bad take lol

[chrisgetsmewet]

Lost hearts

Pairing: chris× fem!reader

Summary: emmaline is obsessed with chris ever sense the 9th grade up until 12th grade. He doesnt feel the same though...

Warning: none

it's a series!!

"And. Done!" I had just finished off my outfit with some jeans and a fitted long-sleeved top with a white bow in my hair.

"Dont you think the bows a bit much" my friend said through the phone. We were on facetime for the first day back at school. the 12th grade to be exact.

"No, i think it'll draw his attention" i turn to the side checking myself out in the full body mirror in my room. I could just hear the attitude from the way she groaned.

"Are you really still on him, i mean girl theirs a whole bunch of people out there and you're still stuck on chris?"

"Thats a problem how?" I was confused, i know my crush on him has gone on for quite a while but i didn't wanna give this up until he knew I liked him, because i was the one who told him.

"I'll see you at school" i hang the phone up, grabing my backpack off the ground and walking downstairs to the kitchen.

That's where my mom was making breakfast

"Morning sweet girl" she chirped, my mom was such a morning person you'd think she's gotten more then 8 hours of sleep.

"Mornin"

"You gonna eat breakfast"

I observe what she's making waffles, eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and she was cutting some fruit up.

"everything looks good but i really gotta go"

"Atleast try some" she reached out grabbing my hand before i left.

"Uh- ok" i took a waffle and a hasbrown off the plate

"Bye mom- oh bye dad" i saw my dad before heading out, walking out of his shared room with my mom buttoning up his shirt over the tank top he was wearing.

"Bye kiddo have a good first day" he waved before i closed the front door.

I finished the waffle in 4 bites and the hasbrown in 2 it was a lot to chew but i wasn't trying to walk around with food. It was so good. I wish i had time to eat. I was a few blocks from my house bringing me closer to school.

I take my backpack off my shoulders and dig in the small part of it for a piece of gum. I wanted. no needed to stay fresh.

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"There, they are" i blurted out referring to nick, matt, and chris. I head over to them when they saw me. nick looked suprised, matt smiled, but i can't help but notice chris rolled his eyes.

"Hey guys!"

"Wassup em"

"Heyy"

They did notice my outfit. It's fine cause there's always tomorrow.

I start walking with them but walking next to chris, matt was in the middle and nick was on the end of matt.

"so chris you gonna tryout for lacrosse or hockey this year" i questioned smiling

"Whicheveri do better in" he says blankly before speeding his pace up and i speed my walking up as well.

"Did you know we have the first class together. Isn't that great" i was filled with excitement but he didn't reciprocate it, i mean who would it's a monday and super early also somewhere we don't wanna be. School.

"Maybe for you" he mumbles i guess he didn't want me to hear him but i did. and he isn't far off i mean i get to be with him for a total of 40 minutes thats amazing.

He went into the classrom and was walking to the back of the classrom so i guess thats where he was gonna sit. I say next to him.

"Are you just gonna follow me where i go" he sounded aggregated.

"Would you like to me?" I blinked at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, before running his hands on his face then getting in his phone.

I take that as a no.

The class started and he was explaining stuff but I toned him out. Admiring chris, his features in particular, his side profile, the way his hair layed, how soft i looked i just wanted to run my fingers through them, his nose was so perfect and his pink lips that were never chapped i wonder how it would feel when we-

"What are you looking at" chris turned his head looking at me waiting for my answer. "I want an answer"

My cheeks were turning red i was embarrassed, what was happening was embarrising i was caught staring at him and i was chocked up.

"I-uh.. i was- just" i swallowed it was dry, i shouldn't even be this embarrassed cause it's not that serious

"Emmaline and Christopher am i interrupting something?" The teacher said standing infront of the calssroom with a few rules written on the board he must ahve been going over them but i was to focused on something else (chris) to notice. This made everyone look our way.

"No sir" i sunk in my seat tapping my pencil on the desk trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

"Nope" chris replied paying attention to the teacher again.

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It was the end of the day, some people were staying late for afterschool activities, i wasn't one of them i didn't really like doing anything i didn't have to. I saw chris and his brothers were staying afterschool so they must have been trying out for something.

I planned on going his way but he was talking to a group of guys and that alone is intimidating. I went along the rest of my day. My social battery was definitely dead and didn't need anymore conversations i am definitely in need of an after-school nap.

-

As soon as i got home i changed into more comfier clothes, cut my fairy light on, closed the blinds, and crashed on my bed. I stretched out moving around a bit then falling asleep.

I dont know how long i was out but the next thing you know my mom was waking me up for dinner.

"So how was you're day at school" my dad asked making his fork with a piece of asparagus hanging off of it point in my direction.

"It was okay." I rubbed my eyes a bit before getting to my senses and fully answering the question.

"Darling im sure he wanted to know more, actual details" she added smilingly softly at me "plus i wanna know too".

I cleared my throat, preparing for what i was gonna say.

"The breakfast or what i had of it was good-

i took a bite of my food and continued talking while covering my mouth.

"Umm.. i had 3 classes with chris and 1 with nick, the lunch was pretty mid."

I finished chewing and swallowed uncovering my mouth before finishing my sentence.

"Oh. i also had lunch with the triplets but i couldn't find leah so we didn't eat together. Overall my day was normal"

"Oh thats nice to hear" my mom rubbed my hand that was laying freely on the table.

"Was there any sports to try out for"

"Yeah but none of them were for me"

"You should really try and get more out there it's your last year of school, id make the most of it" he suggested.

I swallowed my food taking a sip of water, once again i found myself sinking down a bit, not filling good about my day anymore not that he was attacking me or anything-

"And i wouldn't wanna spend it obsessing over some boy" he added to what he was saying but more stern and straight forward.

"Dad.."

He shrugged and continued eating my mom dismissed herelf and started washing dishes, she knew how much i liked chris because all i did was talk about him.

I picked around with my food mixing my mashed potatoes with my carrots and peas, taking little bites of the food, but mostly playing around with it before excusing myself.

A/n: the end wasnt a gilmore girl reference. To me it seemed like one but i wasn't even thinking about gilmore girls at the time.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris × reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

[teddy-the-teddybear]

hi can i request ‘when A hesitantly traces the bottom of B's lips before they say fuck it and smash their lips together’ for like hughes please

"I had to kiss you"

Luke hughes x fem!reader

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You and luke had been friends since high school, and you had have feelings for you best friend since 9th grade. You've always liked him but you only find a way into his heart is as his friend, or so you thought.

So here you were watching your best friend drive the boat. Your thoughts were interrupted by his brother jack who was snickering at you. You gave him a look and he gave one back.

"You got a problem jack? Wanna share with the boat?", you tilted your head at him.

"I mean I can... but I don't think you want me to...", he smirked.

"You know what... keep that thought to yourself please", youturned to the other when you felt the seat dip. "Aren't you suppose to be driving the boat moose?", he groans at the nickname.

"Well if you care so much about the boat so much then you would realize quinn is driving snookums", I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well if you were paying attention then you would know that quinn said he wasn't driving today!"

"Well quinn took over so I could hang out with my girl."

I blushed at the nickname, he picked up that one when we went to our senior prom and he asked me while calling me his girl. I rolled my eyes and lightly pushed him.

"Are we still on to go roller skating after this?", we have this tradition to go out and roller skate to our spot and watch the sunset together.

"Of course, why wouldn't we?"

"Well its the first day your brothers are here, so I didn't know if you wanted to hang out with them.." I fiddled with his fingers, a habit I picked up on a while back.

"Nah, why would I hang out with them, when I have you?"

"I guess you're right... no one wants to hang out with these losers.. well mainly jack quinns the bestie", I stuck my tongue out at jack.

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By the time we got off the boat and into our skates, we had about 30 minutes till sunset. It was going peacefully into it wasn't. Me and luke were skating normally until he looked at me. "Wanna race?"

"Last time we raced you pouted the whole time we were there. I don't want to deal with a pouty moosey"

"Please, come on! I won't pout this time, I promise!", he looked at me with his pouty eyes.

I sighed, "I guess... but if you pout I'll leave"

He hugs me, "yay! And you wouldn't leave me there, you love me to much..."

We lined up next to each other, and got ready. "On our marks... get set... GO!", and we were off, he started off in front till I caught up. It was going good till you looked back at him but then you were falling, and luke was screaming your name. I couldn't stop the tears from running down my face.

"Oh snookums..." he crouched down next to you, he helped you sit up.

"I-i don't even know what happened", I sniffled.

"You tripped over a stick", he rubbed your cheek to wipe your tears away, then he stopped and looked into your eyes, while his thumb went to you lips.

You both kept eye contact for a while till he finally whispered "fuck it" and kissed you.

You kissed back till you both needed air. He put his head on your forehead, "I umm had to kiss you so you felt better.."

"Oh.. thats so nice of you, you can kiss me whenever you want.. unless you have cooties.", ypu teased while you got up. You both looked at each other till you started blushing and looked at the sunset.

He smiled and kissed the side of your face, "I'll give you a head start home."

I looked at him and pecked him quickly, then skated away, "see you there!" I called out. He shook his head and skated after me.

[katebishopfan]

No Vacancy: Pt. 1 (H.S)

Summary: Hailee thinks her crush on Y/n is doomed when the older girl moves up to high school but what happens when the bus is packed one day? (Hailee isn't famous in this oneshot).

Y/n's age: 16

Hailee's age: 15

Y/n is in grade 10 and Hailees's in grade 9. (The high school is grade 10-12).

Hailee POV:

I quietly get off of the bus and cringe at the popular kids yelling loudly and chasing each other. I walk in front of the high school and wait for my transfer bus to arrive. I'm about to put my airpods in when I see her.

Y/n L/n, aka the hottest girl in my school... Or at least she was last year before she moved up to high school since she's a year older. Y/n's walking in my general direction when some idiot interrupts her.

"Y/n, get your fine ass over here!" Brian, the most obnoxious guy in the entire school calls catching the attention of the y/h/c girl. She rolls her eyes and changes her course of direction away from me and towards her friends.

"Ahh Brian glad to see you're still annoying as fuck, how's 9th grade treating you?" Y/n calls out as she reaches him.

"It's been good but it'd be better if you were still here." He replies and Y/n shrugs.

"Well, I've moved onto bigger and better things." She jokes as the bus pulls up. I walk over to it slowly and everyone rushes in front of me trying to get a place in the back. I'm the last person enter and what I see is horrifying.

Every. Single. Seat is filled up except for the popular kids who are sitting at the back. I turn to the bus driver who shrugs and points at Y/n.

"Hey L/n scooch over." The bus driver yells and she does moving over slightly barely looking up. I walk over nervously and when I get to her seat she looks up.

"H-hey, th-the bus driver t-told me to sit here." I stutter and she nods standing up and letting me in so she can still talk to her friends.

"Right, so I was with Mr. Smithe and he was bitching on me for not doing the homework but I literally handed it in!" Brian continues annoyedly taking no notice of me. The bus swerves to the right and I'm pushed into Y/n's lap. She turns over to look at me and I smile sheepishly up at her.

"Y'okay there Steinfeld?" She asks and I freeze.

She knows my name!?

"Uh yeah, I-I'm fine sorry for bumping into you." I reply nervously and she shrugs.

"The bus is always doing crazy shit and causing people to get jostled around it's no problem." She reassures me and I nod moving away from her.

"Hey wait, you're that quiet girl in my math class!" Brian exclaims and I nod awkwardly as Y/n turns to me.

"How have you literally never noticed Hailee?" She asks partly joking and partly curious. "I remember Haiz and I'm a year older." She adds and I blush deeply. Smiling to myself about the nickname she just gave me. "I don't know she's just quiet so I never notice her." He replies shrugging.

Y/n POV:

I'm baffled at how anyone could be in the same class as Hailee and not notice her. She's literally the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen.

"So, how's grade 9 been?" I ask Hailee and she shrugs. "Some ups and some downs." She replies seeming slightly nervous. I nod and place my hand on her thigh.

"Yeah I get that." I murmur watching her face blush deeply as I softly pat her leg before removing my hand completely.

"So how's high school?" She asks and I smile.

"Really great, all the teachers actually want to be there which is a big step up from junior high." I reply and she giggles.

God. That's the cutest sound I've ever heard.

Her phone starts buzzing she smiles apologetically and picks it up.

"Ella I can't talk right now I'm in the middle of a conversation with Y/n." She tells the person on the phone.

"Oh my god Y/n L/n the girl you had the biggest crush on. You go girl! I remember you were heartbroken when she moved up to high school." A voice replies and Hailee blushes.

No way she has a crush on me.

"Uh yeah, I'll call you back later." Hailee mumble before hanging up the phone. I smile at her and go to say something but Brian taps on my shoulder.

"Hey Y/n, I have Jenna on the phone and she wants to talk with you." He says when I turn around. Back to reality I guess.

"Hey babe, how're you doing?" I ask and she smiles up at me.

"I'm doing good, do you wanna come over tonight my parents are out at some wine tasting event a couple hours away so they won't be back until tomorrow." Jenna replies and I nod.

"Sure, I'll see you tonight."

A/N

Here's another oneshot for the collection :)

#hailee steinfeld #hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld x female!reader #wlw #gxg #readerinsert #xreader #xfemalereader #fluff #angst

[rfxiii]

Any headcanons or takes for Tanisha Jackson and Tonya Wiggins? Haven't seen much of them on Tumblr. I'm hoping you can deliver, really diggin' your page, keep it up!

(tysm for the request! I actually have a lot of feelings about them- but especially Tanisha, so I liked writing this a lot. I’m honestly a little high rn and I’m praying this makes sense and I was able to explain things right! I hope I did them both justice!)

TW: none

Headcanons for Tanisha Jackson and Tanya Wiggins-

Tanisha Jackson:

She liked Franklin first. They became friends in maybe 9th/10th grade or before when they met through Lamar. She was Lamar’s friend first, and had met through her brother and Lamar being friends. Franklin was a little wilder and more willing to do daring/dumb shit with Lamar back then. But he’s always been smart and had big plans for where he wanted to go, and she admired him for it.

After her brother got killed she sort of had an eye opening moment that, as much as she loved Franklin, she wanted out of this life with or without him. He didn’t understand at the time, and even after a while post game he didn’t get it. He’d gotten all his money from the Union Depository job, he had his nice cars, and his big house, and in his mind, he’d made it. And he didn’t understand why she still wouldn’t be with him. It didn’t register with him that she left everyone behind to stay safe, to start a good life of her own, and to not watch the people she loved get killed doing illegal stuff.

It takes a few years post game for her to realize that, even after she’s gotten married and started the “life she wanted” that she isn’t with the man she wanted. It’s a good life. But what’s the point of living the life you wanted without the person you knew you always wanted? That’s when she divorces her husband and she and Franklin reconnect and eventually get married.

I don’t know if it’s ever mentioned what she does for work or in her life in general, but I see her being really smart just by the way she talks to Franklin and by the way she sees things. She gives straight A and advanced classes in school vibes to me- maybe even some kind of college after graduation.

I need her to be the passenger princess to Franklin's master driving skills. Only hot girls hit curbs and merge three lanes without looking- and she’s the hottest bitch in that aspect. Her driving scares Frank to death.

She’s the only one of Franklin's friends who’s ever spoken up about how his aunt treats him. He fell in love even harder when she stood up for him.

She knows how to fight, she knows how to shoot, and she knows how to take care of herself. But all she ever wanted was a life where she never had to do any of that.

Tanya Wiggins:

Frank really did have a crush on her when they were kids. He just chooses to see it otherwise now because he’s ashamed of admitting it because of her lifestyle now.

She and Tanisha used to be best friends. But Tanisha wanted out and to make a better life, while the world got to Tonya and she fell off without anyone to support her.

In school she used to dream of buying a nice little house and maybe having a few kids with J.B. She wanted to own her own salon and maybe even do hair/nails for the stars. But as one thing led to another, she didn't dwell on what could have been anymore. And she gets so high she just convinced herself that she’s happy with the life that she and J.B have now.

She knows the crack is killing her, and that this life is killing her. But what else is she supposed to do? She knows her old friends judge her. That’s partially why she tells Frank she only “baby doses for the taste”. She knows he’s judging her, and she’s embarrassed to let people know her habit has gotten as bad as it has.

Feels left behind by her friends, after everything. Tanisha married a doctor and moved away, Franklin got his money and moved to Vinewood, even Lamar eventually made his own business and got away. But she still has to wake up everyday and sell herself for a few grams and to pay the bills. She’s bitter, but she’s mostly just sad.

#gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #tanisha jackson #tonya wiggins

[vyla-and-the-pods]

Vyla's Sunday wrap-up!

Hello lovely people on my screen! I've been getting really into podcasts these last few weeks since finishing Wolf 359 and I am DYING to talk about them! This is my way to talk about what I've been listening to this week and dumping my thoughts since I do not have friends that listen to podcasts lol

Cry Havoc! Ask Questions Later (ep 14) (minor spoilers)

I'm a die-hard Cry Havoc! fan. It's one of the few podcasts I've caught within the first few episodes and it is quickly one I will jump to every time a new episode comes out. Who would've thought a workplace comedy set in ancient Rome would be so good! The humor is dry and mostly situational and works so well.

This episode had a bit more heart than Cry Havoc! has had before and it worked so well! Listening to Octavia and Charmian have a serious discussion that helped further their relationship beyond "ooh haha sexy morally grey lesbians" was really refreshing and nice to see such character growth within just a few episodes.

And the entire plague plot with Gaius and Mark was a great way to balance it out. I love Cry Havoc!'s style of humor. My only qualm is I couldn't find a transcript for this episode but I might've been looking in the wrong place.

Arden (eps 1-4)

GUYS I LOVE ARDEN SO MUCH!!!

This is also a Shakespeare inspired piece! Season 1 is inspired by Romeo and Juliet, which I realized embarrassingly late in, and the little R&J easter eggs I have been picking up are really cool and make me feel like I remembered something from 9th grade English haha.

I used to looove true crime podcasts but I got uncomfortable by how the hosts would discuss the killers and victims so Arden, as a fake true crime podcast, is a great middle ground! I heard season 3 is coming out soon so hopefully I can catch up in time! I love Bea and Brenda's banter and honestly the two just need to kiss or something, but I digress. The writers make this a really compelling story and even though only one aspect of the cold case is examined per episode I am hooked and not at all bored or frustrated when we divert to Bea and Brenda's side convos. I have listened to this when going to bed and gotten scared once or twice, and for a fake true crime podcast I consider that a win!

Wolf 359 (finale)

I don't have the word count to say everything I want to say about Wolf 359. If you know me you might have seen the post I made about finishing Wolf 359 this week and how it was just so world alterting for me because I've been listening to it on and off for about 8 years. It really is the end of an era. It didn't go down the way I thought it would and it was a very bittersweet ending. I feel like everything was tied up well but I do have some questions about Bob. I am going to miss Lovelace, and Eiffel and...everybody! Maybe not Kepler. Truly is an end of an era for me. I was podcast-hungover the whole day.

Stellar Firma (ep 1)

I gave the first episode of Stellar Frima a try, I'm a big Rusty Quill fan so I had high hopes but guys, I don't think this is for me. The pilot episode didn't click for me the way I thought it would and it just didn't seem my speed. What do you guys think about Stellar Firma? Should I give it another shot?

Malevolent (ep 6)

Malevolent is another show I'm trying to get into since everybody loves it but the pace just feels so slow to me right now. I know more overarching plot points develop later on so I'm willing to stick this one out. I like malevolent but it just feels like all the places and things they're doing right now are building toward something I'm not at yet and that's just frustrating.

Time:bombs (1 -3)

What better way to get me out of my Wolf 359 hangover than a podcast made by the Wolf 359 folks? This one came recommended to me by anon so thank you whoever you are! I listened to the entire podcast (3 episodes) in one day and loved it! I miss you Radio Bob. I hope you're doing well. Humor was elite but what else should I have expected from Gabriel Urbina? I loved the character development they were capable of in 3 episodes. I can see myself relistening to this soon!

The Kingmaker Histories (prologue....ep 0?)

another podcast I heard had a new season coming out soon. I don't know how I feel; about fantasy podcasts but I liked season 1 of The Two Princes so I have high hopes. I only listened to the prologue so far and haven't even met the MC so I don't have many opinions yet.

Liminal Criminals (ep 1)

I listened to the first episode twice. It was so funny. Few podcast make me actually laugh out loud. I interrupted my roommate making dinner to tell her about this because I kept laughing. The dry voice the narrator has while he explains the most ABSURD FAKE TRUE CRIME sold this for me. "Mr. Breadsticks stays. Mr. Breadsticks stays. I will kill you with a fork. Mr. Breadsticks stays." is my discord status and no one understands me. I hope the rest of these episodes are as funny.

Alright well that's my week! Thanks for dealing with my ramblings folks! Tell me your thoughts on these shows, what's worth it what's not? I'll be shitposting about some of these shows throughout the week, but we'll see what the Pod Gods hold. Til next week lovely people!

~Vyla

#cry havoc! ask questions later #cry havoc #liminal criminals #arden podcast #arden #the kingmaker histories #time:bombs #malevolent #wolf 359 #stellar firma #fiction podcast #audio drama #audio fiction #podcast #podcast recommendations #Vyla's sunday wrap up

[icesswolvescats]

Blood On Mirrors

(A 13th Reality Short)

Hello Dear Readers, I hope you like this first attempt on posting one of my short stories.

Warning: Contains Violence and Gore.

It was a soft night, filled with stormy clouds that covered the night sky and extinguished the light of the stars. The New Moon and stars would never shine tonight. This had to be yet the darkest night on September 29th. The wind picked up, and red leaves were gently blown out of the trees, carried away softly in the rumbling and still growling storm.

With a few drops, the rain started to fall, gently trickling and wetting the window glass panels of the house as Clarisse looked out at the rain finally starting to pour down. It was going to be a downpour in a few, of that she was sure.

"Yeesh. Good thing we came earlier and got to enjoy outside while it lasted. Not sure if we'd be up to do anything if we waited until dark," spoke a female voice behind.

Clarisse smiled at her friend's confirmation as she turned and looked at her group of 5 girl friends and her little sister, all about her age and all in high school close to graduating, with the exception of her sister who was still in the 9th grade in middle school. This was going to be a fun night, she thought. She loved autumn.

Clarisse could never ask for more from this season's year than a nice chilly weather with beautiful falling red leaves and a cozy warm house. A time of the year where she could just sit and relax and enjoy the view while drinking her warm chocolate. And what's better than not only enjoying a chilly weather in a warm cozy place than a night with your friends? A Girl's only night, that's for sure.

"Do you think the pizza delivery will make it in time?" Spoke Jannice as she sipped on her glass of cold cola.

"I bet they will arrive all soaking wet for when the storm actually picks up," hyped up Hannah with a giggle as she braided her own long smooth blonde hair.

"Eh, I just hope our pizzas don't get soaked," sighed Ingrid as she just laid there bored. "Man, I wish we could have a bond fire outside. Waiting inside is boring," she commented while trying to readjust her curly brown hair.

Clarisse looked at Ingrid. "Yeah, but with how the wind is picking up outside, we'd not only get wet but also our fire would go out, you doofus. Besides, what are WE supposed to do outside when it is almost pitch black in the backyard?"

"Idk girl, tell stories? Play cards, anything? You know how much I love the outside air," Ingrid scoffed a bit as she turned from lying on her back to lying on her belly.

"Hey, did you guys listen to the new album Mr. Gol'D released?" Piped up Patricia in interruption as she bounced excitedly.

"That guy? You mean that very flamboyant singer," responded Clarisse's little sister, Rebecca, as she sipped on her mug of hot caramel chocolate.

"Yup!! The one and only!" Replied Patricia.

The other girls all looked at each other and expressed their opinions about how they didn't have time to get a good listen to the music but had to guess it could be good.

"Oh my god!! You guys really should give it a try when you get the chance. It's so good!!" Patricia kept talking.

Rebecca, a little annoyed with the rant about this celebrity, "What's the big deal of him anyway? He's just a celebrity. I don't see how you guys even drool over him," she shrugged, unamused.

"What?! Pssh! Are you kidding?! Heeelloooo??? Have you seen how HOT that guy is?! Plus he is an AMAZING SINGER!!!" Ash scoffed in bafflement.

"Yeah.. but unfortunately who cares?" Asked Rebecca.

Clarisse chuckled, "probably your mother-" she joked.

"Hardy har har. Also, Sis, you forgot that WE SHARE THE SAME MOTHER, IDIOT. The yo mama jokes won't even work," Rebecca said snarkily.

Clarisse shut her mouth, her face flushed in embarrassment as her joke backfired really hard.

All the other girls chuckled and got to enjoy chatting about all sorts of things, from games to food opinions, to about school and even about the boys in the class. It Wasn't long until the rain picked up and eventually so did the ding dong sound of the doorbell.

"Oh! That must be our pizza!" Clarisse spoke as she got up, and the girls seemed to get excited by the minute.

She got up and headed to the front door of the house and opened it, debit card in hand.

She immediately was greeted by a young-looking man in a red uniform holding 2 pizza boxes. "Hey, is this Clarisse Mayforth's house? The order's for pepperoni and Hawaiian?" He spoke up.

Clarisse felt her face grow red as she spoke in a slightly smaller voice. "The one and only. Thanks for the delivery," she said as she took the pizza boxes from him and handed out the debit card.

The man quickly swiped the debit card on the machine and handed it to her. "Alright, that will be $56.30. Go ahead and put in the password," he spoke as he tried to shield himself from the rain.

Clarisse gently pressed the buttons and eventually started paying up for the pizza delivery.

"Alright ma'am, have a nice meal," he spoke as he started to head out and take the ride on the now wet motorcycle.

Clarisse waved with a small, dumb smile on her face as she headed back to the other girls with the pizzas.

"Guuuuurl, you're looking awfully blushy there," teased Ingrid as she chuckled.

"So who was it? Was he a cute guy?" Asked Ash with peek interest as all the girls wooed and awed at Clarisse blushing, Rebecca only quickly taking the pizza slice the moment the pizza boxes were settled down.

"H-he was very cute, yeah.. But I forgot to ask his name," she said shamefully.

"Awww, that's too bad," Patricia said. "Maybe next time you ask him," she comforted her friend.

All the other girls nodded in agreement and got to enjoy a nice pizza dinner as they drank and talked together. They chatted and played card and board games for a few hours, but it didn't take long for them to start talking about spooky horror stories and even urban legends.

"Have you guys heard of that one legend of the Lady in the red dress?" Spoke Hannah.

The girls and Clarisse looked at Hannah in curiosity.

"So, rumors say that on full moon nights that are the most misty, you'd hear the gentle sound of a violin accompanied by soft melodic opera singing at exactly midnight. People say that the people who hear her singing will become entranced by her singing and will go after her to join in the duet...only to vanish within the mist." Hannah kept telling the urban legend as she saw how intrigued the girls were. "Stories say that she is the ghost of a singer who once drowned on a misty night, and she is singing, trying to find her loved one, that she left in life and hopes he'd soon come for her and join her in the misty grave," she concluded.

"That's really depressing. Dying a horrible death and wandering around aimlessly trying to find your loved one so he can be with you at last..." Jannice stated. Hannah and Rebecca both nodded.

"Well girls, have you all heard of the bath game?" Asked Patricia as she glanced at the group.

Clarisse perked up. "Wait, isn't this one about summoning a spirit or demon by washing your hair and speaking its name and telling it to rise 3 or 5 times?" She said in a dreadful tone.

Patricia nodded. "I did the bath game!" She confidently claimed.

The girls awed and stared at her. "How was it?!" Asked Ash, oozing with excitement to just know. She wanted all the details; Clarisse couldn't blame her. She was the horror girl for a reason.

"Nothing really happened, except I almost got a heart attack by almost slipping on the dropped soap. Now THAT was scarier, I could've died if I had slammed my head on the edge of the sink." Patricia explained as she visibly shuddered.

"Hah, I knew it! I knew that game was a hoax!" Exclaimed Clarisse, and everyone looked at her with 'seriously?' looks.

"What? Everyone makes such a big deal out of these silly games as if the spirits were real and were going to haunt you. I'm telling you, they are nothing but stupid challenges to scare your scaredy-cat friends..." noticing Jannice's glare, "No offense, Jannice."

"Sigh, none taken," Jannice said as she shook her head.

"Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper! What's a little fun if you just believe them for the time being?" Asked Hannah.

"Ugh, it is silly, I admit, but I can't deny it is fun to see the look on your faces when you think the place is haunted." Clarisse grinned.

"So what? You're not scared of ghosts?" Hannah asked, "Sounds lame," she added.

"To be honest, I'm more scared of serial killers or possible robbers. Genuinely vile people are scarier than ghouls and monsters from legends... after all, they're very much more real than those we talk about to be scared on Halloween nights," Clarisse reasoned, "And besides, I have to be fair, even if ghosts are real, what else can they do to you? Not like they can harm you or anything if they're dead already." She mentioned.

"Yeah, but I've heard stories of demons being able to possess and do some really spooky stuff. Like some real down bad shiii-" Ash quickly trailed as Clarisse glared, "I mean some real down bad nasty things."

Clarisse put away her glare as she had to be the girls' filter when it came to cussing around her little sister. Ash being the sailor mouth of the most made the task more annoying.

"I think I have a game we might be able to play since we're talking about horror ones," commented Ingrid as she looked at her phone. It was about 11:00 hours. it wouldn't be long until midnight.

"Wuzzup?" says Ash, her ears already perking as she grinned excitedly, not wasting the opportunity to jump into the game. Rebecca had perked up from her phone as her curiosity had drawn her to listen closely.

"Why don't you guys try the Bloody Mary Ritual? It'd be a fun scare, especially if the light goes out in the storm and scares the c-r-a-p out of us," Ingrid suggested.

"Huh, now that you mention it, it'd be fun, yes, but isn't there like.. specific requirements for the ritual?" asked Patricia as she sipped on her drink.

Clarisse could only stare at her friends with a 'seriously?' then look at the already starting to get nervous Jannice with a 'can you believe these people?' stare, which Jannice shook her head. Clarisse knew that Jannice was the one who hated horror the most; she would do anything to avoid being involved in any sort of games.

"Yeah, I mean.. there are a lot of versions of the ritual, but I know the one that would match perfectly for this weather," Ash grinned as she got up. "So who's with me!?"

Hannah and Patricia excitedly got up and joined Ash; Rebecca looked at the girls then at her sister and thought, wouldn't hurt to try; the worst could just be a prank. She smiled as she put her phone in her pocket and approached, "I'm in!!" Rebecca affirmed.

"Alright, first step we need is 3 candles and one match. Clarisse and Rebecca, the house is yours so go fetch them, and let's use the master bedroom's bathroom for this, oh and Ingrid? please keep Jannice some company please." Ash guided as the two sisters went to the cabinets and started to pick the candles. Ingrid could only sigh, sad she wouldn't be able to participate and see but shew knew Jannice would not want to be alone.

"Remember, we need one of them to be a big thick candle while two have to be small," Ash instructed as she observed.

Clarisse nodded as she changed to different candles. "Are these good enough?" She asked.

"Perfect!" Ash beamed. "Now let's go!" She led the way to the master's bedroom with the girls behind her.

"Alright, step one ready, done," Ash exclaimed, but upon noticing the confusion on the girls' faces, she coughed her throat and inhaled, "This version of the ritual has to be done at night, more specifically a NEW MOON night and preferably with weather that should cover the stars so it is as dark as possible. Which we already have something like that tonight," she explained.

"Ooohhhhh" reacted the others.

"Alright, step 2, close the blinds in the bedroom; we don't want the storm flashing lights to interrupt. We want this as dark as possible," Ash explained as Hannah moved to close the blinds.

"Step 3, let's fill the bathtub and sink with water. Make sure the drain holes are plugged," Ash instructed as she got into the bathroom, turning on the lights so they could see and started plugging both the sink and bathtub.

Patricia turned on the sink and let it run and fill with water; she started to turn on the faucet too, filling the bathtub with water. "Remember, we want the water hot. So make sure it is the hot one you turned on. We need steam," she instructed excitedly.

Patricia nodded and was making sure the steam was coming from the water. The girls all went through step by step... making sure it was dark, so they closed the master bedroom's door so the rest of the house's light coming from the living room and hallway wouldn't disrupt their game, closing the blinds as well to prevent any light from outside streets or the storm from shining through, leaving only the bathroom with running water to flow and fill the sink completely with cold water and the bathtub halfway with hot steamy water.

"Alright, that's enough. Now light the smaller candles and place them on top of the sink in front of the mirror," Ash instructed as she watched the girls use the matches and light two of the smaller candles and place them in front of the mirror and on top of the sink. "Perfect," beamed Ash.

"Ok, now what?" Asked Rebecca. This isn't what she expected.

Clarisse thought all of these steps were a bit silly for just summoning a ghost in the mirror that wouldn't even show up.

Ash took a small paper and gently slid it on her finger quickly, causing her finger to form a small droplet of blood.

"Whoa, girl, are you sure this is necessary?" Asked Clarisse as Ash started to squeeze her finger so the blood would be big enough to drop off her finger. Once it did, it simply dripped into the almost overflowing sink. "Yup. Just one drop is fine. I'm fully aware it will sting a lot in the early morning," Ash hissed a bit before looking at the mirror and holding the big main candle.

"Alright, last step. We'll turn off the lights and be engulfed in the dark and then turn on the last candle... and the usual thing with the Bloody Mary ritual we all are familiar with. Speak her name 5 times, and we should wait. It should be close to midnight, so we need to do this," Ash spoke as everyone else nodded.

Clarisse turned off the lights and lit up the match, lighting up the last candle which was still being held by Ash.

Ash grinned as the girls all looked at the reflection of themselves in the bathroom mirror. The room and night were as dark as it gets, the only dim light illuminating just enough to prevent them from tripping in the dark were the 3 candles held by the girls, their flames gently flickering and the wax melting softly.

"Bloody Mary," started chanting the girls in unison, their different pitched voices all in sync like a hymn.

"Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary... Bloody Mary," chanted the girls, repeating the name over and over, Hannah and Ash speaking with bated breaths to the silent suspense.

Clarisse would only roll her eyes occasionally at how very into it her friends and her little sister were.

A crack of thunder growled outside like an angry god before a loud clap of lightning was heard, making the girls all jump before breaking into nervous laughter and teasing each other. Clarisse had to admit that scare really caught her off guard and was pretty good.

They all sighed and inhaled sharply before looking back at the mirror and saying "Bloody Mary."

Then Ash waited for a moment and looked at the clock. Midnight, perfect. Right on time for the last call. She beamed before inhaling and blowing out the 2 candles, snuffing out more of the light except the main one.

"So... what now?" Asked Rebecca, expecting everything to be so silent except for their own breathing, voices, and heartbeats being heard.

Ash grinned as she turned to the girls. "Now we wait for a minute. If she doesn't show up, then oh well, it was fun doing that!" She explained.

All the other girls looked confused, but they sort of just waited... seconds turned to a minute... then a minute turned into 2... then 2 minutes turned into 3...

"Agh, this is boring," said Rebecca. "Well, that was worth the shot. That lightning was definitely unexpected," she expressed as Rebecca used her phone and tried to make her way to the light switch.

Clarisse sighed disappointedly. Just as she was about to get into the mood of things, it all flopped into disappointment.

Ash shrugged as Hannah and Patricia watched the youngest go for the light switch.

Click? Click click click? was the sound of the light switch being moved and clicked around, but no light followed.

"Huh, weird, it won't turn on," Rebecca expressed her confusion.

"Maybe our power went out after that lightning," theorized Clarisse. "Good thing we have an emergency generator to get it back and running when storms like this do that," she said confidently as she headed out of the bathroom, using her phone's light to head to the master's bedroom.

Clarisse walked to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She started to get more forceful with the door, but it was firmly shut and locked.

"What the? Did any of you girls lock the bedroom door?" Clarisse asked with an annoyed voice. "Because like... really? Locking the door was the best you could come up with for a prank? Pretty tasteless if I have to say so myself."

Rebecca peeked out and looked at her sister. "What are you talking about? You were the one to close the bedroom door," Rebecca replied, confused about what her sister was on about.

"Yeah, and none of us have the key to the bedroom. This is your house, bruh," replied Patricia as she came over and tried her luck with the door, but nothing.

Ash opened her mouth to speak but noticed with each breath she took, a fine mist would gently trail away as if the room had gotten colder and colder and colder... The hairs on her back bristled as her skin became gooseflesh.

"G-guys? Did you notice this room and the bathroom are getting colder?" Ash stammered, not wanting to believe it was really happening. It had to be fear making her experience things.

Clarisse looked at Ash then exhaled to see, only for her eyes to grow wide as she could see the fine mist of hot breath against cold air shine in her phone's light. This can't be real... they have to be pulling her leg with the thermostat, Clarisse reasoned with herself.

All the girls immediately turned silent as the smell of copper and rusted iron filled the air, and the sound of the bathtub's faucet starting to run caused the silence to be broken and pregnant with dread.

"I-I'll turn it off," stammered Hannah as she quickly headed back to the room.

Clarisse nodded as she followed Hannah with her phone's light to illuminate the bath. Ash was not too far behind, still carrying the very much still lit candle.

As the gang went into the bathroom, they found the source of the smell... somehow, the water in the bathtub had turned into a very vivid and deep scarlet, almost an even deeper maroon... of blood. And the faucet? Blood flowed out like a river, gently filling the tub even more with blood. The girls gasped, and Hannah immediately ran out as the pungent smell of blood was staggering in the air.

Hannah could only gag as the smell of blood overwhelmed her nose, which hated the scent of gore. She felt like she was ready to puke.

Clarisse quickly leaned in and turned off the faucet, her hands trembling as her breath shook, trying to recover herself only to catch something on the corner of her eye and instantly turning around and shining her light. If her skin couldn't get any paler and her eyes wider... she never imagined that this would be the thing that proved that it could get worse.

The bathroom mirror was pitch black and did not give much visible reflection of Clarisse and her friend Ash. Instead, it looked like an endless pitch dark sky with a few twinkling shines that looked like faded stars... Aside from that, what flowed out from the black mirror was a deep viscous crimson red liquid that flowed out from the mirror as if the mirror was leaking the liquid itself.

It flowed and stained the tiles and sink and even the water in the sink. The mirror bled, and it wouldn't stop.

Clarisse held her breath as she couldn't believe her eyes, and yet she couldn't deny the reality as Ash gasped in shock at the mirror and stood back.

"M-Mary actually is here," Ash muttered, her voice barely being a whisper. She took a few steps back, not wanting to be in the bathroom anymore and just wanting to get out of there.

Clarisse started to see the image of a pale figure emerge from the black mirror, covered in hair as black as night and the head wearing a big full crown made out of thorny branches... Blood gently flowed out and dripped from the wet soaked hair and stained the flawless pale skin... as if it had come out from swimming in blood... the hair simply covering its eyes and barely leaving any visibility to see one's true face.

Clarisse screamed the moment the figure started to push itself out of the mirror, the mirror having tension break and ripple as if it were merely made out of water or any thick liquid... its crowned head gently pushing out of the mirror and its very long and soaked, wet in blood hair flopping out, as it slowly but surely started to crawl out of the mirror, like a clumsy and living corpse.

Clarisse bolted out of the bathroom and started to bang on the door, screaming heavily in an attempt to get the attention of Ingrid or maybe Jannice to help them get out of the room. Rebecca actually started to tear up as she saw her big sister panicking worse than a little kid scared of the boogeyman.

Hannah backed to the door and tried to help Clarisse open it. To no avail, it wouldn't give in.

Ash was frozen as her hand trembled and her tears flowed out as the candle gave just enough light for her eyes to spot a bit of movement coming from the bathroom.

Patricia was hugging Rebecca as well, feeling frozen like a deer before headlights.

All girls quietly whimpered as they went silent once they heard a pained moaning sound... all 5 girls in the room dreaded at the sound of the 6th unwanted visitor.

Mary's voice was like that of an injured animal, pained and lonely and laced with nearing death. Mary moaned and whimpered and silently let her small cries that sounded like a lull, a hymn of death. It limped its way out of the bathroom, with its hip moving as if the hip bone was dislocated. The very long black hair stained in deep maroon crimson blood dragged on the floor behind like a cape soaking wet from the rain.

Two of the girls started to scream in panic at the sight of Bloody Mary herself, while three of them just froze, unable to get their flight or fight response.

Mary had a beautiful flawless pale white skin that was unnatural, almost porcelain-like, her long shaggy yet slick and smooth wet black hair draped back but had two long thick strands that covered her inhuman busty chest, leaving streaks of blood staining her flawless features that would remove her from being human. She almost looked like a mannequin due to the lack of features that would make skin or natural flaws, not even a belly button was seen from her naked glistening body that shined a bit under the pale light of the lit candle.

Mary slowly lifted her head and revealed her plump lips that spread apart forming a wide shy smile... the smile was unnaturally wide, filled with very sharp needle-like teeth that also glinted in the dim light, the hair still covering most of the eyes.

Mary limped towards the girls in an unnatural movement as her moaning and whimpering and crying kept echoing despite her mouth forming a mockery of a smile.

Hannah decided right there and then she'd not die here, and proceeded to run across the room, straight to the window, quickly opening it and self-defenestrating in hopes to get away from that thing.

"No!!!" screamed Clarisse as she held out her hand to Hannah, unable to stop her friend in time... the sounds of the howling winds outside flapping the curtains and pouring down rain could only mask so much the heavy thud and the faint crack outside.

Mary was now mere centimeters away from Ash, Rebecca, and Patricia as she hissed and blew out the candle.

Everything went completely dark except for the few flashing lights of lightning outside. The first to scream bloody murder was Ash as she struggled. The second to scream was Patricia who fought tooth and nail to get Mary off of her, but alas... Mary's inhuman screeches filled the room as then both Clarisse and Rebecca screamed and were quickly silenced... The night went on quietly. Meanwhile.. Ingrid and Jannice both looked at each other once they heard a loud thud and a crash followed by glass shattering coming from the backyard, and weird noises coming from the master's bedroom upstairs. Ingrid thought the girls were pranking Clarisse, but to hear glass breaking while she is here keeping the scared one company, now that was a real concern.

Ingrid nodded to her friend Jannice, as both paused the movie that they barely started, and got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen then to the back door of the house, turning on the lights as they did so. The rain was quite heavy but nothing like turning on the porch's light would do.

Both girls froze looking at the window as they saw Hannah's body laying completely still as her spine was bent awkwardly on the frame of the glass table that once rested outside now remaining shattered and its glass shards piercing her skin in different places.

Jannice quickly went outside to the porch, screaming Hannah's name trying to get any sign of life, but nothing would do and the freezing rain was now soaking her sleepwear and skin.

"I-I'm calling for help!" spoke out loud Ingrid as she rushed to the phone and started to dial 911.

Jannice only looked at her still motionless friend and looked up at the window to where she jumped from. Hannah never came across as someone who would jump a window for no reason, unless... oh god. Jannice feared the worst and quickly hurried back inside the house, and speed-walked her way to the stairs, as she left wet footprints onto the floor as she was still wet from the rain.

Upon ascending the stairs... Jannice would find the master's bedroom door open but the lights out, and a heavy scent of blood coming out from there. She whimpered as she quietly muttered "I-Ingrid..?"

Ingrid was busy talking to the telephone her voice still being heard "Please come as fast as possible and bring an ambulance!!! Our friends really need help right now" she barked at the phone.

"Of course ma'am, we'll be here in 8 minutes. Stay right where you areEEEK!" the telephone distorted the sound as the voice was cut off and Ingrid peeled her head away and noticed the telephone leaking blood from inside. She gasped but then heard her friend Jannice speak out "I-Ingrid..?"

Ingrid turned to look at the guest bathroom in which Jannice was calling out, but it was so dark she couldn't make out the silhouette of her friend. "J-Jannice?" asked Ingrid as her flesh turned to goosebumps.

"I-Ingrid..?" The voice spoke out in the exact same tone as the smell of rusted iron reached in and hit Ingrid's nostrils.

"Agh!! What is that smell?!?" She covered her nose and gagged at the stench.

Then suddenly, someone from behind her grabbed her arm causing Ingrid to jump and yelp as she turned around she saw Jannice who didn't even come from the bathroom holding her hand "w-we need to get out of here now," Jannice spoke as she was as pale as snow and her colors drained from fear, tears also trickled down her cheeks as her mouth quivered.

"J-Jannice what is going on?" Ingrid asked.

"I-idk but.. we have to wait outside. I-i'm not looking back in the room again." Jannice urged as she pulled her friend along.

Ingrid couldn't tell what Jannice was on about but judging by her voice, something serious was going on. Both went outside at the porch and stood there in the heavy rain, too scared to go back inside.

Ingrid couldn't stop but to think, if Jannice came from the living room.. then... who was it that was in the Guest Restroom closest to her in the kitchen?

It wasn't long till Police arrived with an ambulance and started to get into the house. Both Jannice and Ingrid were rescued and sent to their homes.

On the morning of September 30th, the news flashed across the town.

"Good Morning People of Dakota. We're here with sad news that Police was called at 01:30 AM to the call of help on Elm Street where they discovered 3 bodies of 3 young teenager girls who are identified as Hannah Baker, Patricia Miller, and Ash Pines. Both Patricia and Ash were found with their bodies disemboweled and hearts missing, while Hannah had died on impact after jumping out of the window. The two Daughters of the owners of the house, Clarisse Mayforth and Rebecca Mayforth, are both missing. The last time they've been seen was going upstairs to the master's bedroom of the house about to play the game "Bloody Mary". Police are dumbfounded at the amount of blood found in the bathroom, coating everywhere from the cracked mirror and bathtub to tiles and sink. And also dragging across floor. Results says that the Blood belongs to none of the girls but to a Jane Doe. If you see both girls, please contact with our number, (67 8933-4523), or contact our local police through 911."

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Why did you start writing horror short stories? You've probably told me before but I'd like to hear again!

Hmmm.

I started writing by writing really awful poetry starting in 5th or 6th grade. I remember in 7th grade English we had to write poems and the teacher read out some of his favorites and he wanted to read one of mine but I said no. That's just how I am.

Anyway, that experience still ruled, because someone in that class wrote something incredible and I was envious.

Well, anyway, one day I overheard a classmate who I respected kinda trashing my poetry, and he was right about it, so I stopped doing poetry and started writing stories. So I was like 13 when that happened, and I was regarded as one of the "emo kids" even if I didn't look the part because I was mentally ill. And also I grew up on like, Invader Zim and the older, edgier Nicktoons, so I was predisposed to writing darker stories.

Almost all of my writing from that era should actually survive on my deviantArt account. I wouldn't recommend it.

I wouldn't necessarily term that writing "horror," though. I was reading more (and therefore getting inspired by) Ayn Rand and Thomas Pynchon at the time (in 9th and 11th grade, respectively), so I wrote more self-consciously metafictional and postmodern stories, for better or worse. So I went from, like, imagining the minds of different fucked up killers to writing a sort of extension of "Six Characters in Search of an Author" mixed with Saw or something.

I sorta stopped writing as I attended college. I joined Tumblr with the fucking url "hewritesthings" and I never wrote things. The last thing I wrote before college was a choose-your-own-adventure-style thread on 4chan's /x/ that turned into a horror comedy piece where an evil flying penis monster was trying to summon John Cusack. That thread got archived.

After I finished grad school, it took me months to get back to reading, let alone writing. The person I was dating at the time and I had been talking about our OCs extensively for years, so I started writing slice of life stories about them as much as I could. Around the time I made this a habit was around the time I started thinking more seriously about what I wanted to do with my writing. At some point I decided I wanted to be published.

I think my repertoire was actually more sci-fi speculative than anything, as a lot of what I wanted to write was actually shit related to technology, as prompted by my Digital Humanities courses in grad school. I had a ton of good ideas I wanted to do for all these different sci-fi concepts, but none really panned out.

Around 2019, though, a few things happened. I joined Mastodon for a while and on the instance I was on I met another writer whose speculative work was inspiring to me. I thought of her as a rival, in a way, as well as a friend. The inspiration she gave me inspired me to write some of the work that I feel denote the transition to my current writing style--"Maintenance," which uses tech to enforce gender binaries in a way verging on horror, as well as the Twines I (at least, at one time) had in my itch page, particularly the one about bleeding out as you hang out with your friend at the mall. That was a bit too self-aware to be horror, but the later Twines I wrote about myself were definitely more in that vein.

Then, for NaNoWriMo, I threw out the initial concept I was developing about life on a space colony and ad-libbed a story about a person with edible skin.

This protagonist stuck with me, and the next year, as my relationship was clearly becoming toxic, I wrote a story expressing my frustrations, using that character as a base. I wrote it for an anthology of queer horror called Skulls & Spells, and it was accepted--my first publication. As part of the promotion for the book, all the authors collected in it answered a few interview questions that they posted on their Kickstarter; these questions were all about horror. And as I answered those questions, I realized that horror was simply the best way to tell queer stories the way I felt they needed to be told.

Because for me, queerness is monstrousness, but it's not right to make that monstrousness empowering. Rather, to be a queer monster, one must be a victim, must be falling apart, must refuse power and wholeness and identity altogether. Every queer story must be a horror story because it cannot fit comfortably within lived (heteronormative) experience.

As such, what got me writing horror was more a long process, fragmented and fitful, of finding myself in my writing and exploring my own philosophies, artistic or otherwise. It's not a grand tale--I was 13 and wrote about creepy forests or some shit to writing about gay robots in my 20s to now focusing on body horror as I hit 30--but it's a process that's still developing.