✧ a/n: you guys wanted both the yan royalty and yan cheater so imma do both ‼️ i’ll post the royalty one later cause you guys are in for a treat
not proofread but enjoy! (ty for the love on the last post as well <3)
part 1 - part 2 - part 3
cheater bf who sleeps with your friends behind your back. it’s not like you were anything special anyway, he just tolerated you so he could get closer to some real women
cheater bf who makes you beg for the bare minimum: giving you his jacket, holding your hand during a scary movie, etc etc but does all those things for your friends with a charming smile
cheater bf who says you’re overreacting after he holds your friends hand during a scary movie instead of yours
“hey don’t be selfish, poor girl looked like she was gonna cry. what kinda friend are you?”
you miss the way his fingers trailed up her thighs halfway through the movie when you squeeze your eyes shut. terrified of the unfolding movie scene as your bf comforts another girl
cheater bf who has fucked your roommate in your dorm room bed. oh you’re asking why they look sweaty and tired? they were trying to move your bed cause she dropped something behind it ofc.
cheater bf who finally gets caught a year into your relationship after you walk in on him mid-thrust into your ‘friend’ after they both excused themselves to the bathroom during your hangout.
cheater bf who zips up his pants and runs after a sobbing you to explain but stops half way, what was there to explain anyway? you would be heartbroken yes, but he had got what he wanted didn’t he? ignoring the dull tug on his heart he returns to his dorm
ex bf who throws himself on his bed while thinking about you. finally he picks up the lingering sent of you on his bed and various items that belong to your littered across the room. little gifts to him and cards wishing him happiness. maybe you’d become more intertwined in his life than he thought
ex bf that drops your stuff at your new dorm in a cardboard box, unluckily for you, you open it at the same time and are left staring at each other. like a cat you quickly dart out, grab the box, and retreat after locking the door can’t you just look at him once?
ex bf who feels empty after your breakup, he misses your cooking, your nagging for him to take care of himself, your smiles. fuck. what was the point of being free to fuck whoever he wanted if all he could imagine was you?
ex bf who stalks your socials, irritated that you removed him from your posts and blocked him on everything. and one day when he’s on his burner stalking you, a new story pops up. it’s innocent enough, a picture of you at dinner with a small caption “dinner out”, but then he notices the masculine hand on the table across from you wearing a watch not quite made for a woman.
his blood is boiling. you’re his. his girl.
yandere cheater who scours his room for anything that reminds him of you, finally finding a shirt in the back of his closet that he didn’t find earlier. suffocating his face with the soft fabric, moaning as he sniffed the garment
yandere cheater who hurriedly ruts into his hand as he hold the fabric up to his nose, cock leaking as he fucks his hand to your scent. he cums hard, harder than he had with any of your bimbo ‘friends’
yandere cheater who finally realized what he was missing: you. he caves in and incessantly messages and calls you, showing up at your door to win back your love.
yandere cheater who grows tired, he’s always been impatient. he knows what he did was wrong, especially to an angel like you but everyone deserves a second chance right? after all you were his soulmate
yandere cheater who shows up at a cafe you’re at and sits across from you like nothing is wrong. when you get up to leave, he forces you back into the seat. whispering in your ear to not make a scene. pulling out his phone he reveals intimate pictures of you from your relationship.
“it would be a darn shame if anyone saw these hm? your poor mom would be so disappointed that her dear daughter was just passing these around”
your eyes widen and you beg him to delete them, you’ll do anything!
“just come back to me and all these will be gone”
he grins, to wide to be kind. he wouldn’t send them out anyway. your body was his alone to see. but fuck did it have a effect on you, your big eyes fill with caution.
“please there must be-“ he cuts you off.
“there’s no other way than back to me sweets”
once you shakily get up, he throws his arm over your shoulder, keeping you pinned to his side as you both leave the coffee shop. your hot coffee long forgotten on the table as the chilly air hits your faces. your body further fills with despair as you pass the ally next to the shop, spotting the date you were going to meet. face bloodied and body limp against the red brick.
your ex was always far stronger than you, far stronger than anyone else you had met too. his dedication to martial arts was one of the things that had drawn you to him. but now, his vice grip on you as he guides you to his car isn’t to prove his strength to protect you. it’s to intimidate you into giving in to him
im sorry if this sounds annoying but yall write these readers who get cheated on like some pussies!! pls fight back reader!! like pls give the reader a backbone every once in awhile AT LEAST😫i get thats the reality for a lot of girls but im here for fiction and i dont want to be a dumb bitch in fiction too😞😞
tw/cw: reincarnation shenanigans, (implied) yandere themes, mentions/descriptions of cheating, angst, sadist reader, yandere! cheater, very revenge p*rn-ey and suggestive but no smut.
inspired by @miyaagis cheater kuroo series and @cassanderasblog ‘s reincarnated ceo husband oc
(literally wrote this as comfort)
“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You keep doing things that hurt you in the long run.”
You stared at the man in front of you. The man you once married in another life before you died and reincarnated.
His broken, bloodied self in front of you. Beaten up by the people you’ve personally sought to send after him.
He died in your previous life too of course. Only that his death was far too boring, and out of your sight.
“Why- why? I thought you loved me. I thought you didn’t think those dreams were true. Th-“ He lets out an agonizing grunt as a wound opened up with all his yapping. Really, the man wouldn’t shut up around you. “That you didn’t care about it anyways!”
“And you were stupid enough to believe it!” You laughed. Genuinely laughed. Finally, after years of being haunted by those dreams of the man you once loved fucking his sidepiece you finally had a moment of happiness. Even if it was at the expense of him. “I know right? You’re even more gullible than I thought.”
You traced the outline of his bulge. One that had been screaming for release since the moment you revealed your true intentions. A reaction from him that proved your thoughts.
The man was a masochist.
You had been too nice. A perfect spouse to the majority. But that wasn’t what he wanted.
And there was only one way to truly hurt a masochist like him.
“This is goodbye then.”
You leave them behind. A prison of their own loneliness.
You saw him kissing the girl you were so worried about. The unnervingly pretty girl he told you not to worry about, the girl he always told you was just his friend. Your heart was wrenched open and you swear you could feel your blood pouring out of it, but despite all things he did you couldn’t find it in yourself not to love him.
The door opened with a click when you were downing a bottle of liquor, tears in your eyes as he rushed to your side in a hurry. And before he could say anything you cut him off.
“What did I do wrong?” you croaked. Your voice painfully strained to the point you could felt the pain in your throat “W-why do you do this to us?” And he finally clicked.
His hands fumbled for your waist, and you pushed him away. Your face contorted, sadness pooling on your features as you cried. “Why?” “Baby I-” “Why!” You were screaming by now, your body almost collapsing on itself as you shook, arms shakily wrapping around yourself to find some comfort. “ I loved you, I loved you faithfully, and you can’t do the same?”
He didn’t think that far ahead, he thought you’d never find out. He just wanted to feel like he wasn’t tied down, to reminisce about the days where you weren’t together. But only now does he realise how terrible that idea was, and how much he hurt you.
“Get out.” you mumbled, his hands tried to lift your face to his but you resisted. “Get out!” “F-fuck, how many years did I w-waste on you?”
The new house was, admittedly, beautiful. It was a two-story cabin with large living spaces and a freaking hot tub. There were goofy inspirational signs in every room and a welcome mat with an adorable little dog on it. The house overlooked a giant hill littered with beautiful giant oaks and a vast landscape that seemed to flow for miles. If it wasn’t for your current situation, you would probably be in heaven. But it was hard to enjoy the peacefulness of the woods when Emery was always agitated at something. Hard to enjoy the warmth of the hot tub when Emery’s touch chilled you to the core. Hard to feel anything but fear and sorrow, really.
You aren’t really sure where the house is located, but you know that it is definitely off-the-grid. Screaming for hours certainly didn’t bring any heroes to save you, and you hadn’t even seen any paved roads. Alone. Alone with Emery. Being kidnapped wasn’t turning out to be as fun as fiction made it out to be. Emery was controlling, abusive, and switched emotions at the drop of a hat. A complete switch from the sweet, passionate man you thought you loved only just a few weeks ago.
The only alone time you got was either when he’d let you bathe unsupervised or when he’d lock you in a windowless room for hours. And even then, you felt riddled with anxiety. You just couldn’t escape him! You especially couldn't escape his damned touch. It seemed he felt it was his mission to be touching or using you at all times, almost in desperation. Disgusting. Every time your skin touched his skin made you want to rip the affected area off and rub yourself clean. How had it gotten this bad? How had you let such a monster into your life without seeing the signs?
“Oh god beav, you make me feel so good.” The monster whimpered as his slimy cock slid between your thighs, just barely nudging your clit with each thrust. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your hips back to bump his. His favorite position: both of you on your sides, him behind you pulling one of your legs up to better accommodate his width. Used to be one of your favorites too. Now it just made you feel sick.
At least this morning he didn't jump to splitting your pussy open without any prep. Your body seemed used to his touch and usually responded quickly and easily: it was a struggle not to react. But this morning, even as he rubbed your clit furiously and whispered promises in your ear, you didn't get wet. To his frustration, of course. So he decided instead to pleasure himself with your thighs. His thrusts are growing heavier and sloppier, and you began praying for him to finish quickly. Just let today’s hell finish quickly.
He says something too low for you to understand, and then one of his hands snakes around your neck suddenly; too suddenly for you to react. You immediately cry out, hands flying up to claw against his forearm. One of his new quirks is to grab you by the neck harshly, and the bruise was there to prove it happened much too often.
“Emery, please!” You cry, struggling against his hold. It burns! He grunts in your ear, slamming particularly hard against you.
“Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Yesss, wiggle against me like that~”
Another cry escapes you, but you stop struggling. Just try to hold on for a little bit longer.
“Monster.” You whimper, hating the feel of your tears burning down your face. You hate letting him see you like this. And as he thrusts one last sloppy time, you close your eyes and think about your sister’s smiling face. He can never take the bright memory of your relationship with her away. And that's what gets you through most nights.
The both of you are quiet as he turns you on your back and spreads your legs. You watch through half-closed eyes as he smiles at the sight of his hot cum splashed on your thighs and lower stomach. He huffs through his nose before bringing one hand down to lay flat on your stomach. He paints around your belly button with his cum, twirling and drawing designs that quickly dry into brittle droplets. You can’t contain the jerk of your body as his fingers suddenly poke at your clit. You clench your jaw as he gently swirls his fingers around the numb.
“You’re wasting your time,” you promise with a whisper. He doesn’t stop to acknowledge your words except to rub you harder. He rapidly swirls your clit around his thumb, pinching you painfully. You grimace and jerk your hips back, but he’s quick to follow. The rubbing only gets rougher as your body refuses to cooperate with him. Your anxiety gets worse as you see the frustrated clench of his brow become prominent.
“What’s wrong with you?” He growls after a particularly rough pinch.
“Ah- it hurts!” you groan before you can stop yourself.
Emery flinches back, seeming surprised. You pull your legs up into yourself quickly, trying to avoid bawling in front of him. He watches as uncontrollable twitches take over your body, your face clenched painfully and avoiding his gaze. He sighs as he gets up, heading over to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. This isn’t how he wanted to day to start. He wets a washcloth with warm, soapy water before heading back into the room where his love is. She is still curled on the bed, except she has pulled a blanket up over her. She flinches when he pulls the blanket back and stops breathing when he cleans her skin with the washcloth. It's when he lifts her legs to clean the back of her thighs that she speaks once more.
“I hate you.” Her voice is small and weak, but it hits Emery exactly where it hurts. He clears his throat, not responding to the statement as he pulls away from her.
“Come on out in a bit, I’ll make some pancakes.” He tosses the washcloth into a corner somewhere and pulls on the smooth robe that his mother had bought for him as a Christmas present last year. Neither of the two say anything else to each other as Emery pads out of the room, both feeling exhausted.
It’s been some time, and Emery has only let you go outside a handful of times. Of course, the first time he did you ran for your life but got caught and punished only an hour later. Your mind seizes as you think of it, so you’ve been “well-behaved” every other time he let you out. The landscape was truly idyllic and soothed your mind just a bit. The best part, undoubtedly, was the hot tub
The sun was just lowering over the horizon, sending rays of light over the treetops in the most spectacular fashion. The rippling bubbles of the hot tub relaxed your body and mind nearly perfectly, if only it weren't for the presence of one Emery Arning, lounging in a chair nearby sipping a beer. He was wearing swim trunks but hadn’t gotten into the tub to join you, thankfully. You faced against one side, arms propping your head up. You couldn’t actually see Emery at the angle but his energy was overwhelming.
“Do you want anything to drink, beaver? I could make you some lemonade.”
Ah, tonight he was eager to please. After last week’s fiasco, he has been even more clingy and eager to please. You refrain from responding, as you have been. You can tell it frustrates him that you’re giving him the silent treatment but something inside almost feels broken.
“Your shoulders look tense, I can give you a back massage.” You force yourself to relax, slouching into your arms even more. His bottle clinks as he sets it down.
“What about some music? I bet some classical would be nice right now.”
And on and on he goes. You just wish he would get the message and leave you the fuck alone, but you know that won’t ever happen. You’re lucky he hasn’t exploded on you because of your behavior yet.
“Beaver, do you remember that time we got invited to your friend's birthday party?” You can’t help but wonder where he's going with this one.
“She had a hot tub, like this one, and we snuck out of the party to try it out.”
You’re tensing once more, realizing exactly what day he is bringing up now. The two of you had slinked away, stripped to the nude, and sucked face in her hot tub without her ever knowing. It was an embarrassing memory, and it used to make you feel excited and flustered. A few moments pass as neither of you says anything. You straighten up and turn until you meet his eyes.
“I sucked your dick under the water, remember that? I nearly choked but it was fun, right?” A small smile lights his (stupid) handsome face. He seems extremely pleased you responded to him finally.
“We used to do a lot of crazy shit…” He sighs wistfully. You straighten up even more.
“The friend who had the hot tub, that was the same one you cheated on me with right? I bet you fucked her good in that hot tub too.” Your words come out much more venomous than you intended, but you remain firm. His smile immediately drops and he opens his mouth, intending to respond. You don't let him.
“I wonder, did you push her underwater to gag on your dick too? Bet it felt real good, huh baby? Got two bitches to plug up their mouths with your oh-so-heavenly cock?” You’re almost surprised at how vulgar you are, but it feels good to fucking finally let it out. He rises to his feet, hands raised in surrender. He looks panicked and the sight pleases you immensely. He steps towards you.
“Anything I did with her was nothing like what I did with you, I promise! I told you already, she doesn’t matter. She was just a replacement while you were gone!”
You stand up and dodge his reach, splashing to the other side of the tub.
“Don’t touch me.” You breathe heavily, watching him for any more sudden movements. He looks ready to leap at you. God, you hate this. You hate this!
“She told me everything, Emery. Fucking everything.” You’re lying, but by crumple of his face, he doesn’t realize.
You laugh fakely to hide the shaking of your legs and say, “None of that matters, but I just don’t understand why we’re parading around this house like newlyweds when you don’t love me. Why try to talk to me like you care and bring up old memories like any of it matters to you? What the fuck are you even getting out of this?”
At every word, every new accusation, he sinks further and further into himself. He brings a hand up to his chest, clenching at his skin.
“None of.. None of that is true,” he sniffles. Pathetic. “You think I don’t love you?” His eyes meet yours, and in that moment he looks more broken than you’ve ever seen him. “Jesus, if I had known… Beaver, I love you more than anything else! You have to believe that.”
You’re reminded of the sniveling man who told you he wanted to wed you and have kids with you: the man who said all he wanted to do was protect you. And then you remember how he choked you until you fainted. And how he fucking kidnapped you. You’re not sure what you believe, but you know that while agitating him is satisfying, you are more than likely to get hurt. His eyes widen, watching as you slump to sit at the edge of the hot tub. After hours in the tub and a sudden heart-racing confrontation, the heat feels like too much. Your skin feels cold, clammy, and burning hot all at the same time. Dizziness causes you to sway.
“I hate you,” you say, refusing to not get one last cut in.
As slow as a turtle, Emery lifts a leg into the hot tub, inching closer to you. You can only watch warily.
“I love you,” he says and smiles weakly.
Finally, his hands rest on your shoulders, where he helps you out of the hot tub and into a chair. You feel weak, but you can’t stand the sad look on his face. You loll your head back and stare intently at the stars slowly appearing in the orange sky. You ignore him as he pats your body dry and brings a cup of water to your lips. All the while he coos at you and says things like, “Shhh, I’ll always take care of you.” and “That’s it, just relax.”
His hand gently wraps around your chin, alarmingly close to your neck, but he coos away at your flinch. He brings your head down to meet his eyes and smiles soothingly at you. It’s easy enough to ignore the tear tracks on his face. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, and he lightly squeezes your cheeks until you're pouting.
“That’s m’ girl,” he whispers.
You’re tense as he leans in, his eyes closing. No. He hasn’t kissed you since-!
His lips are warm and smooth like you remember them. He was always a good kisser, and you can’t help the way you melt into him. He nudges his nose against yours, and the kiss becomes deeper and passionate. His other hand wraps around the back of your neck, but you don’t even notice. It’s only when his beard tickles you slightly that you pull away. He watches with a glazed expression as you gently touch your lips, smiling just slightly. The rush of happiness that flows through you feels good, but there's no way it’ll last. He lets you push him away but remains close as you try to process what just happened. And as the sun finally disappears into the horizon, you feel more lost than ever.
Why do fanfic writers write cheating tropes? Explain to me why you purposely make the character you fantasize about a cheater. Is there a thrill? Does angst turn you on?
You and Sasuke had been dating for a while now, even when he did start the band. He had been thinking of starting this band for a while just never really did till now, you weren't really part of it as you didn't really want all the attention, though you were their biggest fan.
Sasuke was the lead singer while naruto was the drummer and Gaara was the guitarist, they all seemed to enjoy the idea at first but now they took it more seriously as they became semi-famous at this point, going on tours, having met and greets. It was honestly fun but you felt a little left out and jealous, girls would swoon over Sasuke hugging him and flirting, it pissed you off you wanted Sasuke to yourself like it used to..but he was having fun so you said nothing.
"You're on in 5 guys" the producer announced to the band, ``you all we're on a tour at the moment and it's the first to Sasuke allowed you to go. He didn't want anyone to assault you or harass you so he never let you go with them until now. "Alright guys remember we're gonna be singing three songs-" Sasuke announced to Naruto and Gaara as he got his hair fixed behind the stage, you just sat in one of the cases that were standing around just waiting to hear then in person. "Sasuke after this do you think we can get some alone time..?" You questioned the light-skinned male. He only nodded and headed towards the stage, "Welcome ladies and gentlemen it's so great to be here tonight!" The lights all cut off besides the ones pointed to the boys on stage, the music started and you honestly loved it. In all honesty, this was the first concert you've ever been to and it was kinda fun.
By the end of the second song, you're honestly tired and had a headache, you were just ready to go back in the bus and sleep. Your body aching and eyes baggy, ears ringing from the loud music and muscles tired from all the work you had done before the concert. The music started and it was more upbeat than most the guys had played. (Song up above)
"Love me cancerously"
These lyrics hit you in the heart and make your face a soft pink, was he singing about you? Couldn't be he doesn't like to announce to the world that you two are dating. As the song progressed you just knew the song was about you just the way he worded the lyrics. You glanced over at Naruto and Gaara and they seemed to be having a shit ton of fun with this song.
"Love me cancerously" the music lowered as sasuke began whistling then picked right back up. You never saw sasuke like this, so invested into something other than his brother.
When the music stopped they wished everyone a good night and headed back to the backstage. They all were sweating as if they had been in Sana for hours. Sasuke walked towards you "hey babe, you think you can get all of us some food. I'm really hungry after tonight." He spoke fast as if he wanted to get back to the bus in a hurry. You smiled and nodded as Sasuke handed you some money, you took the green paper and headed towards a nearby fast food place. It took a while to order because everyone wanted food, after receiving the greasy food bags you headed back to the bus.
"Foods here!" You yelled setting the food on the table, Naruto and Gaara came out from their rooms and thanked you and sat down and ate. You wondered where Sasuke was, maybe he was asleep already? You decided to go check on your black-haired lover, walking to the end of the bus where your temporary shared room was. You heard groaning and the bed creaking, curiosity hit you like a truck so you opened the door only to see Sasuke on top of another girl pleasuring her, their clothes scattered everywhere across the room, their bodies sweaty from the activity. Your heart broke at the sight of "S-Sasuke..?" Your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes, he turned around eyes wide "Y/N this isn't what it-" you put your hand up stopping his sentence "N..No I clearly interrupted something important." Hot steamy tears fell from your eyes down your cheek, a fake smile on your face. You slammed the door shut and walked slowly to the lobby area of the bus where Naruto and Gaara we're at, you sat down beside naruto and started crying out loud. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" Naruto asked, hugging you, looking up at him as your eyeliner stained your face. "S-Sasuke c..cheated" you spat out hugging naruto and crying into his chest staining his shirt. His expression softened making you look up at him "Sasuke is a bitch anyway, you can sleep in my room tonight okay?" You nodded and looked away feeling embarrassed that they had to see you like this. Garra got pissed and stood up and stormed into Sasuke's room. All you heard was yelling as you cried into Naruto's chest some more. "YOU KNOW Y/N DIDN'T DESERVE THAT YOU SACK OF SHIT" you never heard Gaara this loud before as he was a more quiet and composed person. "Please, shut the fuck up" Sasuke crossed his arms as the girl he was fucking ran past him and outta the bus. You wanted to chase after her and beat the fuck outta her but what was the purpose?
Gaara and Sasuke argued so much and it only made you worse so Naruto picked you up and carried you to his small room. He set you on the be him sitting in front of you, "just don't listen to them" no response came from you as you only cried silently "hey, look at me" putting his finger under your chin making you look him in the eyes. He smiled softly at you with a small blush on his face, naruto had always loved you since you both met but didn't say anything as you had already fallen hopelessly in love with Sasuke. A light blush appeared in your face, his thumb wiping your tears away. Your heartbeat fast looking at him "you sleep in the bed, I'll sleep on the floor" nodding you laid down the blond covering you up. Closing your eyes you slowly drifted off to sleep.
A few weeks have passed since the incident, you haven't spoken to Sasuke nor looked at him. It hurt too much too, the only thing you saw when you looked at him was that night. The way his hair was messy from her slutty fingers pulled at it, the slapping sound of him fucking into her hard. He'd never fucked you like that before. Was she different from you, was she better looking, skinnier, tighter, prettier? All these thoughts clouded your head as you woke up, next to you was Naruto soundlessly sleeping. The night before you asked if he could sleep with you for comfort.
The blond muscular make tucked you in as you laid down on his bed, you hated how he slept on the floor and how you felt so lonely. "Good-" as he was turning to go lay down on the floor you grabbed his wrist, blushing like a mad man "sleep with me?" You asked not looking him in the eyes out of embarrassment. His face was heating up and he nodded as he slipped into the bed next to you. Cuddling up close to him, your face buried in his shirtless chest. Hesitantly putting his arm around your body to pull you closer to him, his face red from blush and his body warm. He played with your hair trying to help you relax a little, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. His actions made your heartbeat faster than ever. Did you have feelings for the fox-like boy? You wouldn't be surprised, he was handsome and caring..more than sasuke at least. "I'll never let anything hurt you again, I promise" he whispered to you, him pulling you closer. It was clear that he had liked you for a while now. You didn't say anything as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.
"Don't get involved, bitch." She snapped before turning her attention onto Reggie. Everyone in the hallway was staring at them, some recording.
"Babe, let's talk some-" Reggie was cut off by a loud smack. Gasps escaped Betty and Veronica as they watched Reggie stumble back. He brought a hand to his now red cheek, eyes wide. (Y/N) ignored her stinging hand and turned around, storming past the crowd. She heard the squeaking of sneakers as Reggie went after her. (Y/N) spotted some of the serpents.
"Hey! Sweet Pea!" The girl called. Sweet Pea turned around, about to ask what she wanted but froze up as she kissed him. (Y/N) pulled away, giving Reggie the finger. She continued on her way, leaving the school and going to her car. (Y/N) got in, driving to the place she called a second home.
Pop's.
(Y/N) parked her car, getting out and entering. She greeted the familar older man and took a seat in an empty booth.
"Not feeling well?" He asked, placing her favourite milkshake on the table.
"Break up." (Y/N) answered quietly. He hummed.
"Then this one's on the house." Pop said, walking away before she could object. (Y/N) sighed, bringing her milkshake closer and drinking some of it. She blinked when someone snatched the cherry, looking at the southside serpent.
"Sorry about that kiss." (Y/N) apologized. Sweet Pea shook his head.
"It was fun to see a bulldog get what he deserved. Toni told us what happened." He watched her.
"I... Enjoyed the kiss anyway." He said, his voice getting quieter towards the end of his sentence. (Y/N) felt her face heat up a bit as she played with the straw.
"How about I take you to school tomorrow? It'd piss him off even more." Sweet Pea offered.
"On your bike? I thought only friends, family, and romantic partners were allowed on them."
"We're friends now, aren't we? Unless you want to be more." Sweet Pea raised a brow.
"You'd have to take me on a date." (Y/N) leaned forward, smiling.
