ADORE YOU (YOU’RE LOVELY) — and i adore you, too. i’ve been thinking that your love is kind of special. you should know that i adore you, too! ( adore you, nao ft. abhi//dijon )
REQUEST — the reader used to be ugly and archie bullied you. then, after summer break, you totally glo up and are now super hot, and he apologizes.
WORD COUNT — 1.6k
NOTES — i did tweak this request a little bit, simply because i don’t see riverdale!archie being a bully—i think it’s even a little ooc for comics!archie—so i opted for archie sort of ignoring the reader. also, i refrained from specifying a gender since there wasn’t one mentioned in the request. thank you so much for trusting me to write your idea, and i hope this was fluffy enough for you. i felt like it would be kinda rushed to make them kiss in this? i don’t know, but enjoy. ( requests: open )
@bellsyblue ask and you shall receive, child. Prompt: Mei accidentally walls Lucio and Akande into a room together because she was only trying to help.
A few notes, this more fluffy and comedic than angsty, cause let me tell ya, it would have been easy to because of their differing personalities, but it would have been so much longer and that seems more for a proper fic than a prompt piece. (Actually, thinking about it I might rewrite this, make it angstier, and continue it on ao3 as a fic. Mm but I’m lazy so we’ll see.)
Its here !! our long awaited Jeff fic :) Also this will be chaptered and i know the title doesn’t make sense for this chapter but i assure you it should will for the next one!! enjoy xx
Genre: Fluff i guess?? nothing really happens in this chapter tbh but the next one should be fluff??
Word Count: 1,154
Summary: ‘Your life suddenly goes from being carefree to being on edge every second of the day because what if it happens? But… nothings a problem for the almighty Jeff’
“Jaehyun I’ve discovered something.” You say as said boy hands you your medication and a glass of water. “Oh yeah? What’s that babe?” He asks sitting down on the edge of your bed rubbing your back as you take small sips of your water. “I can’t understand Korean when I get these headaches.” You state bluntly, a smile threatening its way onto your face when you look at your boyfriend who’s looking you dead in the eyes whispering ‘what the hell y/n’.
BTS reaction: hearing their s/o fart for the first time
I’m from a family of frequent and unashamed farters, so yeah ^^ Thank you for requesting, and sorry that it took me this long! xx
He definitely knows it’s a natural thing, so he wouldn’t be that phased by it. And he’s a grown man, so I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care that much. He would give you a kinda disgusted look if it was one of those wet kinda farts tho.
One of the two members who would care the least tbh. It’s a natural thing that everyone does, and it was bound to happen sometime. If anything, he’d take it as a sign you’re getting more comfortable around him. But, he’s gonna tease you about it and act as if it’s the most disgusting thing ever, unless you’re visibly embarrassed about it.
I think he’d be more startled than anything tbh. Like, the noise would be so sudden. And then his reaction could go two ways, depending on wether you seem embarrassed or not. If you do, he’ll just say that it’s fine and that he doesn’t mind. If you don’t he’d tease you a bit about it.
Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
He wouldn’t care much tbh and wouldn’t see the point in saying anything either. He might give you a look if you’re in public though.
Depends on what kinda fart, and where you guys are. If you’re in public, he’ll give you a look, like Namjoon. If you’re at home though, and it’s a fart that sounds kinda funny, he’ll giggle a bit, and maybe tease you, but not really make a big deal out of it.
The second one to care the least. He’d pretty just take it as a sign that he can now fart and burp in front of you tbh. Like, that’s all there is to it. He might tease you about it though, like Yoongi.
A mix of Tae and Jimin. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, and just reasons that now he can fart in front of you. But he’d tease you about it every now and then for like the rest of your life, like “remember the first time you farted in front of me? You were so embarrassed!”.
So, “work crush” is now “person I’m seeing” and it’s new and a little tricky (from being coworkers and also having a significant age difference) so I’m trying not to set high expectations and just enjoy it, but he’s really, really sweet and I am happy happy.
Paint (Pt.2) (Reader x Delsin Rowe) Word Count: 6000 something A/N: This work is totally unfinished. But here is part 2 if anyone is even reading it haha. There’s some AU in this. If you’ve played the game you’ll know what it is when you see it.
The both of you hadn’t even realised that the dinner had taken up a couple hours of your time. It passed by so fast. It seemed like Delsin and yourself had a lot to talk about and it never felt awkward if you both fell into silence. The city was cold in the evening, though the cool breeze was welcome after the warmth of the pizza place.
grew up as best friends but you got hot over the summer can I touch ur bicep AU for riarkle 😏
Ok, this took way too long to write, and it’s actually three days later than I’d promised. And to the anon who sent in “wanna bet?” it’s in this fic, and i’d bet my hat it’ll be in a few more.
All PG above the cut. (that alone is over 3,000 words and is technically a complete story). The rest is steamy, with nothing higher than a T, and then some cute stuff that wouldn’t really even merit a PG rating.
Without further ado (at 5:30am): “Awkward”
She’d done something terrible in a past life. That had to be it. There was no other explanation for the ceaseless torture being inflicted on her. He was there, in her personal space and didn’t even notice. It was a normal day. It was supposed to be a normal day. Except that it wasn’t.
Riley was almost sure that when their sophomore year had ended, he’d only had a few inches on her. Sure, he’d grown a little bit, but then he went off to that damn science camp.
He’d only been gone for a month or two, but he was taller. He was fitter. His hair did this really stupid – awesome – thing where it swooshed and she just wanted to mess it up. But not with her hands wrapped in it. Certainly not when she was making out with him. Nope. She 100% did not want that.
What were those damn scientists doing the whole time? Your arms don’t just expand with exposure to radiation or whatever – or at least she was pretty sure they didn’t. Now he was there and he was at least six inches taller than he had been, and she was this close to snapping at him and she didn’t even know why.
The other day when he’d come back, she’d been so excited to see him that she’d barely noticed. All she could think about was needing to hug him, needing to hear him laugh, needing him to hold her and whoa, that was new. He was her best friend – one of her best friends. Maya would kill her if she wasn’t included in that list. Or maybe she wouldn’t mind so much if she wasn’t a member of this particular list.
She ignored all of the mess going on in her mind and proceeded to scream “Farkle!” and fling herself into his arms. He’d already seen it coming apparently because his arms were open and prepared to catch her. Then things only got worse – which is to say, better.
She wasn’t entirely aware of how much he’d grown until her head was buried against his chest and his arms were wrapped around her. She couldn’t get her chin up to his shoulder. She could probably stand on her toes, but even that was doubtful. Did she get shorter? No, he must have gotten taller. What’s more, she could feel muscle underneath his face. She couldn’t see it before, so it couldn’t be huge, but it was there.
His arms felt sturdy, and she could feel the pressure of even more muscle surrounding her, and that was the moment she knew. Her best friend was now an experiment – specifically a government super-soldier – because there was no other reasonable explanation for how he’d grown.
She felt secure there, but it wasn’t like any kind of security she’d ever known. Not even Lucas had made her feel… He was her friend. Just her friend. She was fairly sure that you weren’t supposed to think of your friends like that.
All she could manage was to hold him tighter and to her delight, he did the same. His head was bent down so that it was nearly at her level, nearly in her hair. She was about to turn a bit toward his face when a brassy voice called out “Get a room!”
The two sprung apart, seeming to remember that there was another person in the room. Riley turned to hide her blush and fell back into place with her interrupting friend.
Maya was looking at him with mischief in her eyes, but it wasn’t quite that. She was sizing him up. “Farkle, how are you the only person in the world who can go to a camp and come back even paler? I could have sworn that you were already as snow white as it gets.”
He ran a hand through his hair and gave a sheepish smile. “I spent most of my time in a lab.” He smirked and started to fend off her snark with some of his own. It was a tactic that he’d adopted back in sophomore year. Riley didn’t really think he needed to, but now she wasn’t sure that he’d seem like himself without it. “We scientists find that things like the sunlight trigger memories of happiness, and that can distract from our ultimate goal.” At Maya’s raised eyebrow, he went on. “We’re still trying to figure out how to put all of the trouble makers into a pocket universe. You wouldn’t know anyone who belongs there, would you, Miss Maya?”
Maya chuckled softly at that, but it was nearly missed when it was covered up with another sound. Riley giggling, uncontrollably. She wasn’t faking it or anything, but she couldn’t stop. She had both hands covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle it, but the looks on Maya and Farkle’s faces only made it worse.
Riley collapsed down into the couch, still trying to stop and still failing miserably. Maya pointed a finger at Farkle. “You did this. You broke Riley!”
His eyebrows rose, and he tried to choke down his own grin. “What? I didn’t break her, I’ve been here for five minutes. How could I break her?”
Maya threw her hands up. “I don’t know how you did it, but you did. Full blame for you.”
Farkle smirked and tried to defend himself. “That’s not fair…”
Maya smiled a bit, she was having too much fun – and really was only adding to Riley’s laughter. She adopted one of her character voices before saying, “Life isn’t fair, Einstein. Now get.”
“Get?” He raised his eyebrows at her, more amused than anything.
They really did need to get a handle on Maya’s voices. She sounded like an old man in his seventies yelling at children from his porch. “Get gone. I think you’ve loosened a screw somewhere, and I’m the only person who might be able to fix it.” At this point, Riley had broken out into the kind of laughter that you can’t even hear, and she couldn’t spare the energy to do anything other than breathe.
Maya thought she was sobbing – implausible though it may seem – until Riley let out another peal of giggles. Riley wasn’t sure if she would asphyxiate or pee herself from laughter first. In hindsight, the banter following the joke was funnier than the whole reason she was laughing – but all she knew was that she couldn’t stop.
Farkle covered up a snigger of his own and conceded. “I’m not sure I did it, but you’re right. You’re the only Riley technician we know.” With one last look at Riley, he shouted out, “Leave the bay window open, I’ll be back later!”
Once the door clicked shut, Maya flung herself down on the couch, laying across her friend. She tapped something out on her phone, probably a text to Lucas. When Riley’s giggles went on, Maya started pinching her. Not hard, but just enough to annoy Riley out of it.
“Why are you doing that?” The laughter had nearly subsided, and now she was trying to shove her friend onto the other side of the couch. “Ouch, Maya, I wear short dresses, there are going to be bruises everywhere!”
Maya hoisted herself up into a seated position, perched on top of Riley’s lap. “Good, maybe you’ll quit before you give yourself brain damage from oxygen deprivation!”
Riley feigned disappointment, “Maya, use smaller words, we don’t know how many you have in you.”
Maya was starting to laugh and Riley got sucked in. This was a different kind of laughter, a bit less manic. Maya put on a more recognizable character voice, “Inconceivable!”
With that, Maya stood and took a sword-fighting stance, pretending to deliver a blow to Riley. “Maya, do you even remember the movie?”
Maya gasped in mock outrage. “Of course I remember the movie, there was sword-fighting and death and almost death and shit.”
Riley stood up to ‘fight’ Maya. “Then you’ll remember that that was Vizzini’s line.” With that, she landed a ‘killing blow’ to Maya, who collapsed onto the couch for a two-minute death scene.
As Maya acted out her prolonged death, Riley fell back to the couch with her and enjoyed the moment. Maya had always been able to fix her.
The time spent waiting for – and enjoying – Maya’s death scene left her mind open to unwanted thoughts.
He was her friend. Just her friend. She was fairly sure that you weren’t supposed to think of your friends like that. “Hey, Rileytown, is my visa still valid?”
Riley’s face softened from the scowl that had set itself there. “Maya, you’re the honorary Mayor. Don’t you remember? I gave you a key to the city.”
Maya snorted at that. “That was my favorite part of childhood. All of my visits to Rileytown. It truly was the place to be.” Maya frowned a bit at Riley’s slightly discernable frown. “What’s going on in Rileytown, Mrs. Mayor?”
Her eyes darted away from her inquisitive friend before snatching up a blanket to fling over herself. “Rileytown is all confused, Mayaville.”
Maya raised her eyebrows. “Is it because –“
She shook her head fervently, not enjoying the current topic. “Shhh.”
“Well, I mean it was fairly obvious.” Maya turned on the couch so that she could look Riley in the eyes.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Maya adopted a serious demeanor that she usually only used for feelings. Oh, feelings. Damn. That meant she must be having feelings. She didn’t want feelings. “You do want to talk about it, Riles. You don’t want to want to, but you want to.”
She rolled her eyes and tried to play it off. “I’ll have whatever you’re having, dear.”
Maya shrugged and nodded her head as if conceding to Riley’s point. “I just mean, maybe you want to talk about it, just not with me.”
Riley made an absentminded sound of assent. She was only halfway listening to Maya. Her mind was starting to wander back to Farkle. She’d have to start a new train of thought. Maybe bunnies. “Could be, I don’t know.”
“Maybe you want to talk to somebody else?” Maya’s words snapped her out of her wandering thoughts and back to the problem at hand. She’d never be able to smother this if Maya was convinced that it was real.
Riley was flailing and she knew it. But then stubborn in the face of stupid had always been the way. “Somebody? No. Nobody.”
Maya looked… not quite angry. Frustrated. It was an odd look on her, and one that was rarely pointed at Riley. “Perhaps somebody who does science… who looks at you like you hung the moon… who might have grown a foot…”
Riley put her hands over her ears. She felt childish, but she was already halfway down the rabbit hole. Best to stick with the denial. “Nobody asked you!”
She dropped all of the cuteness that usually tinted her words, settling into something more serious. Riley hated when she did that. “Yeah, you did ask me. You asked me when you started freaking out. Whether you like it or not, if the siren goes off in Rileytown, it is my job to help you fix it.”
Hearing Maya say it - hearing how serious she was - shook away some of the silliness that she was feeling. Riley pulled her knees up to her chest and sighed. “I don’t want to want to…. I don’t want to want him.”
Maya raised a well-manicured eyebrow at her. “Riley, you said it yourself a long time ago. Why would you ever settle for anything less than Farkle?”
Her lips pressed into a firm line as she tried to suss out the root of her feelings. She – she wanted him, which she knew. But she was too late. She’d had a chance and she’d been an idiot. Now he was pretty – prettier. He was out of her league, and …. Oh that’s what it was. “Maya, am I shallow?”
She waited for Maya to say something, but she appeared to be deep in thought. “Why do you like him, Riley?”
Because he’s him. Because he’s always been there for her. Because… the thought of having to leave him and Maya had been like a stab wound when leaving Lucas felt like a pinch. “He’s just so – he’s-” She took a deep breath. She was losing all ability to articulate her thoughts. “I’m pretty sure that if there wasn’t you, he would be the most important person in my world.”
Maya said nothing but nodded for her to go on. “He’s kind. He’s always done what I needed, even when I didn’t want it. Because…. Because there’s no one else. Not for me. Because I should have seen it a long time ago. I don’t think I like him, Maya.”
The corners of Maya’s lips turned up into a smile. “Then why don’t you tell him that?”
Riley didn’t notice at the time, but if she had looked up, she would have seen Maya grinning at the entrance to the hallway and the person who was standing in it. “He’d never like me like that. He got over me.”
Struggling to smother the grin on her face, Maya all but snorted out, “Wanna bet?”
She threw her hands into the air in exasperation. “Maya, he’s out of my league! What’s the point?”
Then a voice from behind her startled her into actually falling off of the couch. And she thought her clumsy days were somewhat over. “I don’t think that’s possible, Riles.”
Riley tried to right herself, but all she could manage was keeping the skirt of her dress from flipping up. “You’d think that with all of the falling I did when I was a kid, that that would have hurt less.”
In the conspicuous absence of Maya, Farkle rushed over to offer her a hand. “Sorry, Riley. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She blushed and ran her hands over her skirt and hair, trying to smooth things out. She must look like a mess right now. “I just didn’t know you’d be there. I thought you left?”
Farkle pulled out his phone and opened his texts from someone labeled “Future Minimart Employee of the Month”
Hey, Farkle, I think she’s ready to talk to you again. Do you mind coming back?
He frowned and tucked his phone away. “I was sort of confused about why you didn’t tell me yourself.”
Riley didn’t say anything. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell him, it was just – no that was it. She didn’t want to tell him. This could only go badly.
Farkle leaned awkwardly against one of the arms of the couch, and Riley was glad that she wasn’t the only one who might feel that way. “So who’s the idiot that you think is out of your league?”
Her face only continued to redden, but somehow, that wasn’t giving her away. He looked concerned, as well as something else that she couldn’t quite place. “He’s… well, he is something of an idiot sometimes, but he learns.”
Hints, ok. She could give really bad hints and still talk to him about him, without him knowing that it was him that she was talking about. Oh god, he’s gonna figure this out.
His face had slipped back into a casual expression, but it looked somewhat strained. “You still have yet to convince me that this guy is anywhere near worthy of you, let alone out of your league. What’s so perfect about him?”
Riley gave a rueful smile at that. “That’s sort of the thing. He is perfect, except in all of the ways that he isn’t. It just sort of makes me like him more.”
He raised his eyebrows at that but seemed otherwise unfazed. “So where did you meet this pretty boy?”
She thought hard about it for a moment before she realized that the true answer gave nothing away. “We met at a party.”
He pulled his phone out again and looked at it. Strange, she hadn’t heard it buzz or chime. “Huh. I don’t think you’ve mentioned that before.”
She tried to hold back a giggle that threatened to come out. “I’m actually certain that we have talked about this, Farkle.”
Farkle scrunched up his nose at that. “I guess he didn’t really strike me as important then.”
Her smirk softened into something more sympathetic. “I mean, what is there to prove that he isn’t good enough for me, Farkle? I think he’s pretty amazing.” He all but glared at her. She felt bad about that, but she’d resolved to tell him the truth anyway. She had it in her. She could do it.
He’d already built the fire, though, and this only seemed to set it off. “Riley, we don’t even know this guy. You need like 4 friend stamps of approval, and as far as I know, He’s got none.” He was walking toward her, but she held her ground – even if he was horribly tall now.
“I don’t think that it ought to matter what my friends think about him, Farkle. You all approved of Lucas, and that turned out so well.” He actually did start glaring this time, and she nearly flinched at the anger in his eyes.
He’d been getting closer and closer, leaving her craning her neck further with each small step. “Riley, I’m only saying this because I care about you. Because we care about you. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
She backed up a bit, wanting to better look him in the eyes. “He would never hurt me. Not again.”
He was closing the gap again, pushing her further and further back with nothing but his eyes. “Riley, how can you say that? He hurt you, that’s already too far. Why do you do this to yourself?”
With him yelling at her like that, she couldn’t help but get flustered. This was a horrible idea. She hadn’t meant to make him so angry, even if it was on her behalf. She hadn’t meant to tease him so much. Now there was one foot between her and the counter, and he was in her personal space. It didn’t help that he was wearing some kind of cologne that smelled like sandalwood, or the fact that his pupils had dilated – which only made his eyes bluer.
She felt embarrassed and self-righteous all at once – never a good combination for her. She’d thrown herself down this rabbit hole; there was nothing left to do but climb back up. “Because I – because – Oh, screw it.” With that she stood up as high as she could on her toes, taking his face in her hands to pull him down the last few inches. They were going to have to work on this height difference.
Farkle was a bit stiff for a moment but he caught on quickly. That isn’t to say that he wasn’t oh-so-awkward about it, though. His hands barely found their place on her waist but in leaning forward to help, he nearly knocked them both into the counter.
It wasn’t the most experienced of kisses either. It was passionate, to be sure, but teeth gnashed, tongues hesitated, unsure of what to do with themselves, and teenagers fumbled to figure out what worked.
That isn’t to say that it wasn’t pleasant. She’d been wanting this for much longer than she consciously registered, and it felt as if a huge weight had lifted itself from her shoulders.
Eventually, they realized that their height differences were causing issues – they’d later argue over who’d pointed it out – and relocated to the couch where kissing didn’t involve any neck pain. Once there, she settled into the most comfortable position which may have involved her… straddling him. It was entirely possible that that was the situation she’d unwittingly gotten them into.
He was getting quite good at kissing, and if he and Isadora had gone as far as it had seemed, he was a swift learner.
Luke: “And she just rejected you?” Michael laughed at his friend, listening to the over exaggerated humiliation Luke claimed he suffered last night when (Y/N) had walked away from him at the party. Luke nodded his head quickly, taking a hit from the joint Calum had lit moments before. He exhaled the smoke, his mind feeling dazed as he continued to rant about how horrible he felt after she’d left him by himself for the night. “I mean, I know it wasn’t my fault. Look at me,” he smirked, motioning down towards his body that had caught the eyes of plenty of girls around the campus. Plenty of which had ended up in the bedroom Luke claimed in the upstairs area of the frat house. Michael laughed loudly again, rolling his eyes as he took the joint from Luke as he too inhaled the cloudy smoke that always caused the boys in the group to be late to their classes for the day. “Just forget it, dude. She’s clearly not interested.” He mumbled through a mouth of smoke as Luke rolled his eyes at him, dousing himself with cologne before he grabbed a doughnut on his way out of the fraternity house and to the class that he ultimately shared with (Y/N). He arrived right in the middle of a pop quiz, which he excused his way out of by lying and saying he had emergencies to take care of this morning before he made his way to class. The naive professor believed his excuse, and Luke made his way up the steps of the auditorium to sit next to (Y/N), who had her face buried into her notes as she tried very hard to answer the questions on the quiz precisely. “You actually showed up, huh?” She whispered to Luke, her tongue poking out of the side of her lips as she continued to answer her quiz. Luke laughed, and he wasn’t sure if it was because he was high or because of the fact that he wanted to disturb class a little more than usual, but he laughed louder than he anticipated. The professor yelled at him to be quiet, and after he flipped him off, Luke looked back down to (Y/N)’s paper. “I didn’t intend to, but I figured I’d come today just in case I got to see your pretty face.” Luke winked at her, causing (Y/N) to gag and shake her head. She had thought for sure that she made it clear the night before that she did not intend to be another girl on campus to have slept with Luke Hemmings. She looked up from her paper, giving her hand a chance to rest from the cramping she felt as she caught glimpse of Luke’s eyes. (Y/N) gasped, seeing the redness and how dilated his pupils were. “Are you,” she looked around the classroom, making sure no one else was listening to the conversation she was having, “are you high?” She spat at Luke, her blood boiling as he just nonchalantly shrugged and nodded his head. He thought it was cute for (Y/N) to expect him to come to class sober, especially on a Friday, when he would just be getting even more fucked up later at the fraternity’s weekend bash. “You act like you expected me otherwise.” Luke spoke, his lips curving into a smirk as (Y/N) turned her attention back towards her paper to ignore the embodied imbecile next to her. “You’re disgusting, Luke Hemmings.” She retorted, not wanting anything more to do with him. Luke sighed, moving closer to rest his hand on her thigh, but (Y/N) sprang out of her seat, catching the attention of all their classmates. “Don’t touch me with your drug handling fingers!” She yelled, gathering her things in a fast pace to try to race away from Luke. He laughed awkwardly, the realization of the eyes in the room on him causing his high to become a bad trip, and he hadn’t experienced one of those in a long while. “Baby, calm down.” Luke tried to reason with (Y/N), but she was already too upset. She laughed bitterly at him, rolling her eyes as the professor dismissed the class in the middle of her scene with Luke. The students began to clear out of the auditorium besides the two, and now Luke was regretting chasing after (Y/N). “I’m not your baby, frat boy. I’m not interested in someone who’s constantly high or drunk. Got it? So leave me alone, and kindly go fuck yourself.” She whispered to Luke, hustling down the stairs of the room as Luke sat there dumbfounded. This was one time he wouldn’t be getting the girl he wanted into his bed, and he was frustrated over it.
Ashton: The music was loud and inviting as (Y/N) shyly walked into the fraternity, tugging onto the hem of her dress to make the length longer for her own comfort. She looked around her, seeing multiple drunks and tons of couples dancing, yelling, gossiping. Ashton hadn’t been lying to her earlier when he told her they had large parties; and he definitely hadn’t been lying when he had told her that there was a large selection of booze, as she noted the large kegs and coolers at the front of the fraternity by the doors. She walked further into the fraternity, meeting eyes with Ashton as he made himself a cup of beer. He glanced from her eyes down to the cup, instantly setting it on the counter as he briefly remembered his promise to stay sober with her as long as she came to the party. “Care for a dance?” He offered her, motioning towards the dance floor where all the other couples had found their way. (Y/N) shuddered at the thought of being inclined with all the other sweaty mobiles, and she shook her head at Ashton as he physically slumped, moving to stand next to the counter with her by his side. “You do know this party started well over an hour ago, right?” Ashton yelled into her ear over the music, causing a prominent blush to grow onto (Y/N)’s cheeks. She had actually thought about not coming in fear of Ashton standing her up, but she shrugged her shoulders and decided not to tell him of her insecurity. She laughed it off, and the two of them continued to make small talk as they stood to the side of the party beside each other. (Y/N) was enjoying the time she was having with Ashton, when he wasn’t hungover or already messed up; when he could hold eye contact with her without almost passing out asleep due to intoxication. She thought he was a truly lovely boy, but she feared his reputation more than she did anything else; which was why she decided not to drink around him the first time they hung out outside of their history class. Ashton slowly moved his arm behind her, resting his open palm against the backside of her dress as he gave her a light squeeze. (Y/N) jumped, but let out a small chuckle to try to play off the nervousness her body now held as Ashton continued to rub her ass, his body leaning more into hers. Little did (Y/N) realize, Ashton had been sneaking and drinking from his cup. He’d actually been able to get his friends come to pretend as if they were pouring themselves a drink, when in reality they were filling Ashton’s cup with more beer. He’d probably consumed at least four cups by now, so he was feeling pretty good by the time he had gained the nerve to handle (Y/N) in the way he was now. “D’you wanna go upstairs?” Ashton asked in her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin as she looked up at him with worried eyes. She knew what happened upstairs, and she knew that if she followed him to his room that she may very well end up in a predicament she could not let live down. (Y/N) bit her lip in thought, shivering as Ashton gripped her arm, tugging her behind him before she could answer his previous question. He led her through the tangled bodies throughout the frat house, up the stairs, and into his empty bedroom as he slammed the door shut behind them. He had grabbed his cup on the way, emptying the remaining contents on the inside as he threw the empty container to the side of his room in the mess of his dirty laundry. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she looked at Ashton, his eyes beginning to narrow and his cheeks tinting pink. “I-I thought we weren’t going to drink tonight?” She stuttered out, suddenly more nervous than before now that she knew Ashton was tipsy. He let out a throaty laugh, shrugging his shoulders. “I just had one or two, no big deal. Sit down,” He motioned towards his bed, which was surprisingly more neat than his floor. (Y/N) followed his command and sat on the bed, her breath hitching in her throat as Ashton sat next to her and she caught the whiff of stale alcohol strong from his collar. “I need to go, Ashton.” (Y/N) told him, solely disappointed that he could not give up his drinking for one night. He groaned and leaned back on his elbows, viewing her body as she stood and pulled at the hem of her dress once again. “We just came upstairs!” He bellowed out, his tipsy feeling turning into one of full drunk. He was wasted, and he knew he was going to have to do a hell of a lot of apologizing to live this one down with (Y/N). “I don’t want to be near you when you’re drunk, Ashton. I told you that before I came.” She whispered, her voice shaky with fear as she pulled his door open, letting the music mute her words as she told him goodbye, for she planned to not talk to him anymore. Once a frat boy, always a frat boy, she assumed.
Calum: It hadn’t even gotten to midnight before (Y/N) was awoken from her slumber, Callie’s loud sobbing entering her dorm room. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, sitting up in her bed as she watched Callie tear her dress off, throwing it onto the floor in search of something to sleep in. (Y/N) waited for Callie to change into her sweats before she scooted over in her bunk, patting the space next to her for her friend to join her so that the two of them could rant and rave about what a piece of shit Calum was. “What happened this round?” (Y/N) taunted jokingly, assuming the argument would be over in the morning and that Callie would be back into Calum’s arms as soon as she saw him in the morning for their breakfast date. Callie continued to sob into her lap, her make up terribly smeared around her eyes as the tears continued to cascade down her cheeks. “He didn’t even hide it this time,” Callie spoke clearly, her voice hoarse from all the crying. “He took another girl upstairs to his room, and he fucked her. Right in front of me.” She spoke, sniffling. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she listened to the story, confused as to why Calum wouldn’t be as smart as he usually was when he fucked around on Callie. Callie continued to talk, telling her how she’d gotten stuck in the bathroom before Calum came back from getting himself a beer. She told in detail who the girl was, and how she’d moaned so loud that she was sure she was louder than the music that was playing throughout the entire house. Callie was heartbroken, and she vowed to never go back to Calum, no matter how many times he apologized to her. (Y/N) gritted her teeth as she moved so that Callie was now lying on her bed by herself. She slipped on her shoes, not even caring that she was only wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie as she stormed out of their dorm room and out of the girls’ dorms. Her dislike for Calum had now grown more than ever. (Y/N) knew that he was a heartless bastard, but she never imagined he would be so low as to fuck another girl in front of his current girlfriend. She laughed at the situation, feeling to angry to control herself as she found herself inside of the frat house. She greeted people as she made her way through the crowd, in search of one cocky asshole that needed desperately to be put in his place on the totem pole. “(Y/N)!” She heard her name called, stopping in her tracks to the back yard as she heard Calum’s voice through the house. (Y/N) turned on her heel, eyeing the boy in front of her as he pulled a hand through his hair, that signature smirk lying on his lips. “You decided to come out tonight, huh?” Calum taunted her, his attitude too triumphant in his body language as he placed a hand on his hip and the other in his pockets. (Y/N) gave no hesitation as she drew a hand up, quickly slamming it across Calum’s face in a strong slap. Few people heard the incident over the music, but the few that did were in awe at how hard the smack sounded. Calum yelled out, gripping his now stinging cheek as he looked down at the girl that still had him wrapped around her finger, no matter how much she hated him. “What the fuck?” He asked her, waiting for her explanation as she crossed her arms over her prominent chest. Calum felt a twitch in his jeans as his eyes wandered from her face to her breasts, still visible through her thick hoodie, but he shook himself from the trance as he remembered that she’d just basically assaulted him not even two minutes ago; not to mention at his own party. “You really didn’t think Callie would tell me that you fucked someone in front of her?” (Y/N) retorted, her voice stern as she yelled at Calum. He raised his eyebrows, a scoff coming out of his mouth as he shrugged his shoulders. “She was downstairs when that happened.” He told her, avoiding eye contact. (Y/N) shook her head, a sarcastic smirk coming across her lips as she looked at him. “No, she was locked in the bathroom, you fucking twat. And she heard you banging the life out of some girl, who, I need to talk to more than you.” She rolled her eyes, making a motion to move away from Calum. He caught her wrist as she turned, looking directly into his dark eyes. His heart skipped a beat and he loosened his grip, swallowing quickly before he spoke. “I didn’t mean for her to see that.” He told her, but (Y/N) shook her head and laughed. “It’s too late for that, don’t you think, frat boy? I told you to keep your dick in your pants, but you couldn’t do that, could you?” She yelled, jerking away from him in search of the girl who would be getting worse than Calum did once she found her.
Michael: “Good morning,” (Y/N) laughed as Michael entered the cafeteria, sitting across from her with his tray filled with items to make a breakfast burrito. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes, his blood still pumping from her little scene she’d created at the party the night before. “You know,” Michael spoke to her, picking up his fork to move his eggs neatly into the center of his burrito shell, “I didn’t know how hard beer was to get out of your clothes.” He told her, trying to make her feel guilty for what she’d done to him. (Y/N) just grinned, still happy that she’d been the one to cool off Michael’s cocky attitude when he needed it the most. “Another wash or two and they’ll be good as new.” She smirked, flipping the page in her magazine as she continued to try and not look like she was amused by the way Michael had been following her around for an apology since she’d spilled her drink on him. He’d followed her out of the party after he was frozen in shock, and then he’d followed her to her dorm, yelling at her each and every step of the way. (Y/N) still felt no remorse towards the frat boy, feeling as if he’d got what he deserves. Besides, she was sick of him getting what or he wanted whenever he wanted, so she felt as if she’d sort of taught him a lesson. “Most people would normally apologize for humiliating someone at their own party, you know?” Michael tried to get (Y/N) to just apologize, he wanted to badly for her to let go of her pride and just tell him that she felt bad for making him look so ridiculous, but she was much too stubborn to give in to him. Especially since she knew he wouldn’t be bothered that much once he found his new hook up for the week; that’s how all the frat boys did it when they were upset due to anything involving a girl. Find a new fuck, and move on. (Y/N) sighed and closed her magazine, resting her chin against the palm of her hand as she watched Michael chew carefully on the burrito he’d created. “And most people would also apologize for hitting on a girl who is clearly not interested, you know?” She taunted back, laughing once Michael groaned and shook his head. He knew she was just toying with his emotions, and even though he could have any other girl on the campus, he wanted this one girl to stop tormenting him and give him the same respect any other girl would. “So I wanted to show you a good time. Why is that such a bad thing that I should apologize?” Michael asked her, watching as (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him. She giggled, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Your idea of a good time is fucking a girl after a show, hm?” She taunted. Michael shrugged his shoulders, subtly nodding his head as he agreed to her statement. That was always a good time to him, and most of the girls he’d had back in his room never complained. He didn’t see what the harm was. “You frat boys are all the same,” (Y/N) yawned as she stood up, grabbing her magazine as she pushed her chair back under the table. Michael raised his eyebrows at her, still upset about not getting an apology that he thought he deserved. “When you learn how to stop being a little fuck boy, and how to decently treat a girl, I might apologize for giving you some of your own medicine. Yeah?” She winked at him and blew him a taunting kiss as she walked off, flipping her hair behind her back as she walked. Michael sighed and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t a fuck boy; was he?
Playing with Trayjen! (I don’t actually know how they spell his name). It’s the first time I’ve had to pet sit for the landlords in like 4 months. Tray was still pretty new last time and wouldn’t come out and see me. But at least that’s changed now! He’s still pretty skittish and would alternate between like a realization that I could be used for pets and be all over me and basically terror that he didn’t know me and if I moved even a bit he would take off haha. But after just two visits today he seemed more friendly than scared.
And I don’t know if it’s because he’s still a bit antsy around me or not, but he is the most awkward cat when playing I’ve ever seen. It’s like he wants to play but doesn’t really want to actually grab the toy?