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Party Behavior – Kim Namjoon / RM (BTS)

I TRIED LOOKING FOR THE BOOK THAT I WAS INSPIRED FROM BUT I CAN'T FIND IT AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF!!! It was with Taehyung and the reader was helping J-Hope with a steamy-love essay and I CAN'T FIND THE NAME!! IF YOU FIND IT PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!!!! This past week, I've really been getting into BTS and I wanted to share some love for the beautiful leader – Namjoon!

"Come on, (Y/n)! Just come with me this once!" My friend begs, referring to a party that kids from our school were hosting.

"I dunno... You know that parties aren't my scene," I state tiredly. I was somewhat interested in going to this party but at the same time – I don't want to feel insecure.

"You look bomb no matter how you look, if you want, I can help you pick out an outfit!"

"Alright fine, but I'm not planning on drinking," I reply, getting up and following my friend to my closet. She picks out a striped black and white crop top with black jeans, an olive jacket, and combat boots.

"Alright! Go put this on and come out when you're finished." Nodding, I take the clothes from her hands and head into the bathroom to change. Looking in the mirror, I cringe for a slight second before pushing away my insecurities and putting the clothes on.

"Oh..." I say, somewhat out of my comfort zone, I step into the room. She turns around and gasps.

"Damn! You're looking sexy~ If I were a guy, I'd bang you," She says and tosses a wink in my direction. I chuckle and shake my head, I put my phone in my pocket and take some money for precautions. I drive my friend and I to the party and park a block down - the place already busy.

"Their house is huge," I gape at the mansion in front of me.

"Of course it is, it's the Bangtan Boys."

My friend takes the lead and walks into the house – she waves immediately to people around us.

"I'm going to the kitchen, come on!" She pulls me by my hand into the kitchen and I stand to the side. She grabs an alcoholic drink and chugs it down. "I'm going to the dance floor, want to join me?"

Shaking my head, I tell her that I would join her later. Staying in the kitchen, I watch a slew of people slink in and out to grab more drinks and enjoy the party. Sighing, I grab a cup with a clear liquid in it and take a sip. I spit the drink out when sometime bitter hits my tongue and I set it down - of course, vodka.

"I'm guessing you don't like alcohol?"

Jerking my head up, I see a tall man – handsome at that – leaning on the counter across from me. His eyes roam up my body blatantly and my cheeks heat up.

"Uh, no. Not really – gotta watch my friend and all," I say, chuckling at the end.

"Sounds like you're a good friend."

"Yeah, I guess so... So what brings you into here? Why not the party out there?" The man looks at the door, the one separating us from the party, and smirks at me.

"You seem more fun than the party." My eyes double in size and I cough.

"I doubt that - I'm not even drinking."

"Well, I'm not drinking either - not my favorite thing to do."

"Ah, okay. Well, my name is (Y/n). May I please have the pleasure of knowing yours?"

Just as the man is about to answer, the door busts open and my friend comes in.

"(Y/n)! They're playing truth or dare upstairs – let's go!" I look over to him as my friend is pulling my arm. I flash a small smile before the door closes him off.

"(Y/n)... I like it," he says before leaving the kitchen, and following in the footsteps of my friend and I.

~~

Opening the door, my friend stumbles in the room and plops herself down in the circle, dragging me down with her. Huffing, I sit silently.

The door opens one last time and a few of the guys in the room greet the person.

"Namjoon! You made it, have a seat," Jungkook says, patting an open spot next to him. The guy steps into my vision and my breath stops – he looks even more gorgeous.

The whiteness in his hair stands out even more and his beautiful smile takes me by surprise. So his name is Namjoon... Cute.

Jungkook explains the rules as people around the circle begin dishing out secrets and doing dirty dares. I was thankful that the bottle hadn't landed on me yet – I didn't want to put myself in the spotlight. The guy sitting next to Jungkook spins the bottle and it lands on my friend.

"Alright, truth or dare?" The boy with blue hair asks.

"Dare!"

My friend does the dare with ease and she spins the bottle. It lands on someone else and it keeps going like this until – what I didn't want to happen – happens.

Namjoon spun the bottle and it landed on me. I suck in a breath and look up at him.

"Truth or dare, (Y/n)?" Namjoon asks, smirking.

"Dare," I say immediately – the dare shouldn't be too crazy.

"I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven – but you can't know who goes in with you."

"O-Okay."

Getting up, I follow Namjoon to a closet. He grabs a tie and wraps it around my eyes, securing it. I feel Namjoon lean down and whisper into my ear; "No peaking, alright?"

I nod and he gently pushes me into the closet alone, closing the door behind me. The pitch black and muffled noise of everyone in the room startles me. I wonder who would want to even go in here with me...

A few minutes later, the door opens and closes. The person doesn't say anything and feels around for my hand. Alarmed, I tense up. They grab my hand and I let out a shaky breath.

"Who are you?" I whisper.

"It's for me to keep and for you to find out later," the voice softly says, identifying that it is a man. "Can I kiss you?" He whispers breathlessly.

"I-I've never kissed anyone," I confess.

"Well, let me be your first," He says before leaning down to kiss me.

It was soft and sweet at first, catching me by surprise. My lips seem to move perfectly with his and he wraps a hand around my waist – making me rigid. I've never been touched like this before.

"Don't be nervous – I won't hurt you," he says, taking a small moment to reassure me before he pushes his lips back onto mine - stronger this time.

Someone knocks on the door and he leans out of the kiss.

"You're beautiful, (Y/n)," He says before leaving the closet. I take the blindfold off and touch my lips. I step out of the closet and see everyone staring at me. Feeling embarrassed, I sit down next to my friend quickly who is giggling at me.

The game goes on for another hour or two - finding everyone doing a few more dares and truths before the party is starting to die down. I help my friend stand up and I make my way towards the door. Opening it, I lead her down the stairs and outside to my car. I set her in the passenger seat and put her seat belt on.

Patting my pockets for my phone, I realize I left it inside. Shit.

I make sure my friend is safe and lock the doors before I rush back to the house, making my way to the room where I spent the last three hours. Opening it, no one is in there. I see my phone on the ground and grab it. I spin around and almost run into someone. I look up and see it's Namjoon.

Oh my...

"Hey there, beautiful," Namjoon says, smiling.

"H-Hey.."

"What brings you back here?"

"I left my phone in here and I needed it." Namjoon nods his head and looks down at my phone before staring into my eyes.

"Want to know a secret?" He inquires.

"Okay..." I state, slightly confused.

"I know who went into the closet with you."

"Who was it?" I ask, my interest peaking.

"It was me."

"Y-You?" Stunned, I look down at his lips. He leans down and whispers into my ear.

"I was your first kiss – I know you enjoyed it because I enjoyed it too."

My face heats up and I look up at him confidently, before losing it, I pull him down to my level and kiss him.

"I wouldn't want anyone else to kiss me for my first kiss."

Namjoon smiles and takes my phone. I put my password in for him and he proceeds to add his contact. He texts himself and hands my phone back to me.

"Would you care to go on a date with me sometime, (Y/n)?"

"I would love too," I smile – I was surprised that Namjoon would think I'm beautiful but I trust him and what he says.

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Loki Laufeyson X Plus Size Reader

(I enjoy marvel but don't know everything correctly so if I get something wrong then I apologize for it xD ALSO this is after Thor: Ragnarok because I just watched that and so Loki is chill rn)

I sit on the couch playing on my phone in the living room of Tony Stark's building. Now I am definitely no Avenger and honestly could never be a part of the spectacular team. I'm just Tony Stark's cousin. I'm overweight and plain. Nothing screams OH MY GOD about me. Though my cousin is a very popular man, no one knows about me and I plan to keep it that way.

I don't know how I got here, or even to meet the Avengers, but here I sit. Tony asked for me to be his assistant because I was family and I agreed. I enjoy the job and in return for working for him, he provides me a living space and other necessary things.

I like to cook for fun so I sometimes make meals for the Avengers. I look on my phone a lot of the time to find new recipes and I use Pinterest a lot.

Favoriting a new recipe on my phone, the cushion beside me sinks in, I look up to see Steve sitting beside me.

"Hey Steve!" I smile as I shut my phone off.

"Hey (y/n), found any new recipes?"

"Yes, actually! I just found one that I'd like to try. Want to see it?"

Steve nods his head and I show him the recipe.

"Can I help you make that? It looks super fun to make," Steve comments while still looking at the recipe.

"Yeah, I'd love to cook with you! When do you want to start?"

"Well, it is 4:30 p.m. right now. Do you want to get the ingredients now and start cooking when we get back?"

"Sounds like a plan to me."

I grab my purse, put on my shoes, and head to the store with Steve.

~~~

By the time we get back, it is 5:30 and we start cooking immediately.

We turn music on and prepare to create dinner.

As I'm stirring the food, Loki comes in with Thor.

"What is that you are making?" Thor says to Steve and me.

"It's (favorite dish). Will you two be here for dinner?"

"Yes, I shall. I don't know about Loki."

Loki looks up from setting his items down, "I am not hungry at the moment so I will not be."

"Okay, that is fine. I will make sure there are some leftovers for you."

'Thank you, (y/n)."

Thor and Loki soon leave and Steve and I finish the meal.

We call everyone down, except for Loki, and enjoy the meal.

When everyone is finished, I pick all of the dishes up and say that I will clean them. Steve offers to help but I tell him to go on.

Once I have finished cleaning the dishes and put leftovers away, I head to my room and flop onto my bed.

Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I notice models and more models fill my feed. The skinny, fit women stare back at me flaunting men on their sides or showing off their body. I look down at mine in shame and feel tears forming.

I keep scrolling, maybe to find friends' posts, but there were still only the models with the bodies that women strive to achieve.

In irritation, I throw my phone at the wall harshly. There was a loud smack and an indent on the wall. I honestly don't care and toss a large blanket over me, crying into the pillow loudly.

When I hear a knock on the door, I soften my sobs and push my face farther into the pillow.

"Is everything alright? I heard a loud thud."

The voice I have grown to know as Loki stands on the other side of the door.

Wiping my eyes, I stifle my sobs and walk over to the door. Before opening it, I try to act like I wasn't crying before and open my door a crack.

"Yeah, everything is alright. Just threw my phone is all."

"Care to tell me why?"

"It was just being stupid," I say as I shrug my shoulders. "I should get to sleep though, I've got things to do tomorrow."

"Ah alright." Loki says as he walks back to his room, which was on the opposite side of the wall I threw my phone at.

I close the door and immediately fall asleep.

~~~

The next day, I bring my phone to the phone store to get it fixed. When I'm finished, I decide to go into some stores to browse because I was in the mall.

I went into Forever 21 and walk around looking at items I find cute.

As I am looking for my size on a rack, I hear some people behind me muttering.

"How does she think she will find her clothes in this section? She's too big."

I heard that comment quite clear and become upset.

"I don't think she will even find her size in the plus size section. Maybe she should try online shopping, that's the only place that will carry her size."

I throw my hands down and leave the store after hearing the comment. I can't stop the tears that flow down my face as I drive to the tower. When I get to the tower, I don't talk to anyone and head to my room, locking the door behind me.

I get in my bed once again and cry.

I can't handle comments like those. I hate when people talk about me and my size when I haven't even done anything to them. My size doesn't concern them so why should they care? It's not like I will ever become friends with them or something.

Someone knocks on my door again and I call out to them.

"What is it?"

"I was just seeing if you were going to make dinner tonight, (y/n)," Steve asks on the opposite side.

"I'm not going to tonight, I'm sorry Steve."

"Don't worry about it, I will make something." "Thank you, Steve, I appreciate it." I toss back at him and fall asleep.

~~

I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder.

"Hmm?" I mumble with my eyes closed and turn onto my back.

"(Y/n)..."

I open my eyes fully and see Loki standing above me. I sit up and look at the clock, which said 7:30 p.m.

"What's wrong?"

"You have not eaten yet."

"I am not hungry."

"But you have not eaten since you have come back."

"Loki, I have."

"Just tell me what is really happening."

"There is nothing happening."

"Obviously something is, I will do it my way if you won't tell me." I look up at him annoyed and sigh.

"There really is nothing wrong."

"Suit yourself."

Loki puts his cold hand on my forehead and presses into my warm skin.

Loki takes in my memories from early that day and soon takes his hand off of my head.

"I can't believe they said that," Loki muttered.

"It really doesn't matter, God of Mischief. Just leave me alone."

I roll my eyes and lay back down, turning my back towards him.

"You're not going to ignore me."

"I can and I will."

Loki turns me over to face him.

"(Y/n), you know what they say isn't true right?"

"How?"

"You do not have to be a certain size to be beautiful."

"Then tell that society."

"I can't tell that to society but I can tell it to you."

"I don't believe it."

"And why is that?"

"I have been told all of my life that you need to be skinny. I have had no one come up to me and tell me that they find me attractive. I have never had anyone to call my own."

"What if you were to have someone to call your own?"

"What are you saying?" I sit back up and lean against my headboard. Loki sits down beside me and stares intensely at me.

"I find you beautiful. It hurts me to see that you're hurting. I am normally the forgotten one but you always include me. It's what has made me like you even more."

I'm incapable of saying anything to Loki as I sit there with my mouth agape. "...Loki. I didn't know that. How could you even like me? You're literally a god while I'm..." I heave in and sigh, "just me..."

"Just you? You have captured my heart and I think you are perfect."

"I never thought I would tell you this... but I like you too Loki. I didn't think you would even care to look my way so I am really surprised."

Loki smiles and wraps his arms around me. I hug him back, his black, curly hair tickling my face.

And from then on, Loki and I have been a couple.

[peeps124]

Francis Bonnefoy / France (Hetalia) *LIME*

"Francis!" I scream as I reach for my olive top, covering my breasts and stomach from his view. He chuckles and walks up to me, squeezing my cheeks.

"I just wanted to see you, mon amour (my love)."

"I was getting ready! Let me get ready in peace," Pushing him off of my face, I pull my flow-y top over my head and put on the rest of my mascara. Francis goes around behind me and wraps his arms around my neck, laying his head on mine. He sighs and snuggles his face into my hair. I roll my eyes and put my makeup away. Getting up, Francis falls off of me and I put (f/s) perfume on.

"Ah~ That scent is delectable on you," Francis says as he closes his eyes and wraps me up in a hug.

"Francis! I'm going to kick you out!" I shove him off again, getting annoyed, and look for my shoes. I get on my knees, managing to stick my butt into the air (unintentionally of course) and look underneath my bed.

"Ohohoh, you have such a nice ass (Y/n)."

Pulling my shoes out from under the bed, I growl Francis' name out in a warning and slip on the black high heels. I grab the black purse on my bed and toss my phone into it. Francis is waiting by my bedroom door and I go up to the full-length mirror and smooth down my shirt. In full, I am wearing an olive green flow-y shirt, tight black leather leggings, black heels, a thick-band chocker, and a small black purse. I was staring at myself for a little too long because Francis takes my hand and drags me out of my room. He walks me out to his car, making sure my front door is locked, and opens the passenger seat to me.

"Who's party is this exactly?" I ask, shuffling through my purse.

"You're really forgetful, (y/n). We're going to the Vargas brother's house, remember?" I tap my chin and look over at him in an ephipany.

"OH, Yes! I remember, I very much like those two."

"You better not like them more than me," Francis says as he squeezes my thigh.

"That's a tough decision, Bonnefoy."

"By the end of the night, I'll know you will like me the best~" I snap my head over to him and Francis is smirking, keeping his eyes on the road.

"And what are you suggesting?" I seductively ask, leaning into him.

"You'll just have to wait and see." I lean back into my seat and whine. I look out the window and the rest of the drive is quiet. When we pull up to their house, no one else had seemed to arrive yet.

"Did we show up early, Francis?"

"Oui, Feliciano asked me to help set up early."

"Ah, of course," I get out of the car, Francis doing the same, and we walk up to the door. Instead of knocking on it, I walk in and immediately here Lovino cussing.

"Which bastard came in without knocking?" Lovino comes around the corner with flour on his hands. "The damn bast- (Y/n)! How great is it to see you again," He walks up to me and hugs me tightly, making sure not to get flour on me.

"Hey, Lovi!" I ruffle his hair, not having to get onto my tip toes since he is around my height. He shakes his hair and then looks at Francis.

"Oi, why are you here Bastard?"

"Feliciano asked if I could come early to help, I managed to bring (y/n) along even though she's horribly slow at getting ready."

"Francis!" I hit his chest in warning and walk past Lovino, looking for Feliciano.

"(Y/nnnnn)," Francis whines as Lovino rolls his eyes.

"Feli~" I sing, rounding the corner. I find Feliciano dreamily eating a raw tomato and I go up behind him, quickly grabbing his shoulders. He screams and falls off his chair. I fall beside him, giggling and he only looks up at me with tears in his eyes. "Oh no," I trail off and wrap him up in my arms, rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry, Feli."

He cuddles closer to me and Lovi and Francis round the corner.

"The hell?" They both say and look at each other, mumbling insults.

"It's all-a okay," Feli says and I nod in agreement. Francis flashes jealousy through his eyes and I know whats about to happen. He walks up to Feli and I and pulls me up, away from Feli. Feliciano whines and Lovi goes back to making pasta. Francis hugs me tightly from behind and I watch Lovino and Feliciano going back to their previous tasks.

Francis and I help the brothers set everything up for the party and people start showing up. It ranges from people I don't know to Honda Kiku and Ludwig. There were a lot of pretty, skinny girls as well as handsome guys. Francis went off to talk to a few people he hadn't seen in awhile and so I decided to go to the restroom. I pass by a few people and manage to get to the restroom. I use the restroom and open the door to find two girls waiting outside.

"Took you long enough, lard."

I roll my eyes, passing the two and go back out. I look around the crowd to spot Francis but I couldn't see him. Walking through the crowd, I head to the kitchen and grab a red solo cup with water in it. When I turn around, I see Francis rubbing up against a man with wavy brown hair and violet eyes. The red solo cup crumbles slightly and I turn away. Francis spots me in the kitchen and he holds his hand up to the man to 'hold on'.

"(Y/n), I want you to meet someone!" He grabs my free hand and I trudge along behind him. "Roderich, this is my girlfriend, (y/n)!" Roderich smiles politely and holds his hand out for me to shake.

"It's so nice to see you, (Y/n). Francis has told me a lot about you."

"Oh, has he now?" I look over to Francis who only smiles.

"He has, now excuse me, I have got to refill my drink," He politely dismisses himself and Francis starts dancing with me to the music. We smile at each other and when the song ends, he pulls me to the coffee table. He stands on it, tugging my arm to get up.

"Francis..."

"Qu'Est-ce que c'est? [qest ke say] (What is it?)"

"I'll break the coffee table!" He shakes his head and pulls my arm again.

"No you won't, come on!" I step onto the coffee table and Francis clears his throat, getting everyone's attention. The music stops and everyone is looking at us.

"Francis..." I mutter under my breath, looking at him and not the crowd.

"I just want to let you all know, that this beautiful girl is my girlfriend. I felt that she needed to be shown off to everyone! Now, you all can continue your party!" The music starts again and people go back to dancing. I step down from the coffee table and walk outside. My cheeks were on fire from humiliation and I sit on the front steps.

"Amour?"

"Francis, you just embarrassed me..." I bury my face into my hands and sigh. Francis sits down beside me and drags me into a side hug.

"Mon amour, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just thought that you look so beautiful and I wanted to share that with everyone."

"But Francis," I pause and look up at him. "I am not beautiful. Why are you even with me?" Francis' eyes widen and his mouth drops open.

"Not beautiful? Mon amour, you are the most ravishing person I have ever met."

"Then why were you rubbing up to Roderich? I've seen how girls look at you and when they flirt with you, you sometimes flirt back."

"It's just some fun, Je suis désolé (I'm sorry). When I flirt with others, it's not the way I flirt with you. When I flirt with you, I mean it."

"I don't know, maybe i'm just overreacting. I'm sorry," I shake my head and walk to our car. Francis opens the doors and gets in the driver's seat. Without saying anything, we pull out of the Vargas' driveway and head to my house. When we get to my house, Francis opens the door for me and walks me to the door. He unlocks the door and walks in behind me.

"Francis?"

"I want to show you that I only love you," He pushes me up against the door, his hands running freely under my shirt. Tensing, I look into his eyes that are filled with lust. I relax slightly and rub my hands through his hair. He lets out a slight moan and starts kissing me from my neck up to my lips. When he does reach my lips, He leaves a long, lasting kiss. His hands manage to find my breasts and squeezes them, before getting under my bra and fondling them.

My hands carelessly unbutton his shirt, enjoying this attention from him. He pulls his hands out from under my shirt to pull his own off, tossing it to the side forgotten. The next article of clothing to go is my shirt. The kisses slowly start becoming a make out session, leaving hickeys on each of our necks. When Francis feels me tense again, he stops kissing me and his blye eyes look into my (e/c) eyes.

"Don't be shy, (y/n). It's okay," I nod my head as a que to continue our make out session. We manage to make it to my room and we fall onto my bed. The rest of our clothes fly off and we make love through the whole night, using protection of course.

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Ryder Lennor (OC) 2

Part 1: https://peeps124.tumblr.com/post/173425059006/jay-lock-oc

"He's calling again..." Moaning, I turn the phone screen to Ryder and shake my head.

"Why haven't you blocked him yet?" Ryder says as he crosses his arms and leans back into the couch. I look over to him and throw my head back and look at the ceiling.

"I don't know? We used to be friends..."

"Just go ahead and block him. He's obsessed or something," Ryder takes my phone from my hands and answers the call. "Hey, stop calling my girl. You're a thing of the past," he hangs the phone up and blocks the number.

"Ryder..." I roll my eyes and take my phone back.

"It was for the better," He looks at his phone and sighs. "I'll be back later, 'kay? I've got some things I've got to do."

"Ugh, fine. I'll see you later." Ryder stands up and kisses my head before heading to the door. He calls out an 'I love you' and closes the door behind him.

I get up and head over to the fridge and grab leftover pasta and start eating it. The night moves on fast and now I'm sitting on the couch, waiting for Ryder to come back.

It's been about 5 months since Jay had walked out on me. 2 months after, I started talking to one of my co-worker's cousins, Ryder, and he asked me out after about a month. My life has slowly been piecing itself back together but I have one flaw in it. Jay. I don't know what happened between him and Rachel but he calls me nonstop. I haven't seen Jay in-person after he walked out and I have slowly moved on from him.

Clearing my thoughts away, someone knocks on my door. Thinking that it's Ryder, I open up with a big smile. When I see that it is actually Jay, my immediate thought is to close the door. He shoves the door back open and I stumble back.

"What the hell, man!" I throw my hands out in a 'what the fuck' manner and feel my heart beat accelerate.

"(Y/n)..." He whispers through his lips and slowly walks closer to me. I let him walk up to me and he cups my cheek. I slap his hand away and shake my head.

"Don't."

"Why have you not been talking to me?" He breathes out.

"Are you stupid?" His eyes squint in annoyance.

"I'm not... but what happened to being best friends?"

"You screwed that up when you walked out on me 5 months ago."

"I don't know what you expected me to say! I was shocked!"

"You saying nothing hurt me more than you rejecting me. Besides, are you not still with Rachel?"

He stills and thats when I notice the heavy circles under his eyes and his slumped appearance.

"We... We broke up."

"What? Why?"

"Things didn't work out for us... We kept arguing more and more each day until she walked out on me in the middle of the night." I brush a comforting hand on his shoulder and sigh.

"I'm sorry that happened, I'm sure you'll find someone."

"I did..."

"And who is it?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"It's you. After she walked out on me, I realized that all of my thoughts were gravitating towards you."

"...I hope you know that I don't reciprocate your feelings anymore. My love for you faded over time and I found Ryder."

"Don't say his name."

"I can say his name whenever I want, you can't tell me what to do and what not to do... You've changed Jay and I don't like it."

"I'm only the shell of the man I used to be. I-I'm sorry. I'll leave."

Jay opens the door to find Ryder walking up to the door. Ryder looks quizzically at me and then pissed.

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to get lost, yeah?" Ryder's fists tighten up and he only gives Jay a millisecond before he throws a punch. I gasp when I hear a sickening sound of skin hitting skin. Jay's head twists to the side and he throws a punch back. Standing on the sidelines, I realize that they won't stop unless someone interferes. I try to pull them apart and that doesn't work. I slip in-between the two, being hit in the face by Jay and falling onto my butt. The hallway goes silent until Jay starts desperately apologizing to me.

"I- oh my god - I'm so sorry (Y/n). I didn't mean to."

"It's fine. Just go now, okay?" Ryder picks me back up and we walk into my apartment, Jay walking away shakily. Ryder grabs an ice pack and I place it on my left eye, flinching slightly.

"Are you okay?"

I nod my head in confirmation and I yawn. Even though a lot just happened, I became extremely tired. Ryder takes me to my bedroom and lays beside me.

"You know whats funny?" I speak up while chuckling.

"What is it?" He asks as he plays with my hair.

I look into his sky blue eyes, "This has never happened to me before. Two boys 'fighting' over me? Hilarious." Perplexed, Ryder stops playing with my hair and looks down at me.

"Why is that hilarious?"

"You're asking that? Really?" I sit up and put my head on his chest.

"Yes, now tell me why."

"Well, I'm fat and so that makes me ask why would people fight over a blubbery mess?"

"What does your weight have to do with this? I'm dating you, and that includes every part of you... You know, I find you so beautiful." He smiles at me and pecks my forehead. I pull his chin towards me and kiss him on the lips.

"I love you..." I whisper.

"I love you too," He murmurs back.

From that night on, Jay never came back. He's only a figment of the past now. He's off on his own, getting over (y/n) while hooking up with anyone woman he can find at bars and clubs. (Y/n) and Ryder happily stay in a relationship and move in with each other after a few more months. They don't encounter any bumps in the road and they hope not too.