When we first met, you were this beautiful, wild child who made me feel cooler by just being around you…
But I’ve come to know you as a great friend, and an even better lover.
Kaitlyn x MC ;; The Freshman / Sophomore
When we first met, you were this beautiful, wild child who made me feel cooler by just being around you…
But I’ve come to know you as a great friend, and an even better lover.
Kaitlyn x MC ;; The Freshman / Sophomore
Author’s Note: This is my second collaboration with the super awesome @gplaychoices. She wrote 98% of this story. I just added some filler.
Summary After a night of clubbing, Shelby(MC) finally tells Becca she needs this relationship to be more than a pit stop.
“Just one more dance,” Shelby slurs, fluttering her long brown eyelashes up at the stunning blonde across from her. The rhythmic thud from the heavy bass blaring from the overhead sound system courses through her body, making the brunette’s hips involuntarily sway with the beat. “Pleeaasse?” she whimpers, her ruby red lips part in a semi intoxicated pout for affect. Becca looks down at her dancing partner, her arms wrapped around Shelby’s petite waist. She can’t help but admire the way her tight black jeans cling to every curve, Becca’s favorite purple top slightly above the girl’s belly button, exposing luscious tanned skin and Shelby’s sexy navel piercing. She wonders to herself why the little brunette always has to look so sensual and seductive. She pulls her partner closer, keeping the drunk cutie from falling sideways. “Shelby,“ Becca whines a little, her patented smirk growing on her full lips. “Nice try but I gave into that one two hours ago. Let’s get you home.” She brushes a few strands of loose hair out of the girl’s face. “Fine,” Shelby retorts, frowning like a young child about to throw a small tantrum. She looks deep into Becca’s eyes, the flickering lights dancing crazily in the bombshell’s deep blue orbs. The warm burning in her stomach grows, partially fueled by the cheap alcohol but mostly caused by the lust and desire she feels for the gorgeous college senior in front of her She leans into Becca on her tippy toes and nearly stumbles forward, catching her balance at the last moment. “But I may be to too drunk to undress myself,” she smiles, playfully leaving a sloppy kiss on the blonde’s nose.
“Jesus Shelby!” Becca laughs, catching and wrapping her arms around the shorter girl’s waist and pulling her closer. “Let’s just worry about keeping you from falling over. Now hold on tighter to me.” The little brunette slings her arms around Becca’s neck, stabilizing herself temporarily as she pushes a few blonde locks away from her ear with a delicate fingertip. “Catch me if you can,” she whispers seductively into Becca’s ear, swirling the bottom of the lobe with her tongue before releasing her hold. She staggers away deeper into the crowd, swaying back and forth with the flow of the music, looking back occasionally with a playful grin to see if Becca is giving chase. “Ohmygod,” Becca sighs, a small smile growing from the corners of her mouth. “This is the last dance! I’m serious!” she yells over the blaring beat in the club. She follows a head of brown hair bobbing through the ebb and flow of bodies across the dance floor.
Shelby winds her way through the throng of dancers, finally stopping on the far side of the club. Her hips begin to gyrate as her chestnut brown hair sways back and forth across her bare shoulders. A sensual smirk forms as she feels slender arms wrap around her waist from behind and a chin lands lovingly on her shoulder. The smell of vanilla and cocoa butter overwhelms her senses, the warmth from her abdomen glowing even brighter now. “Hi,” Shelby grins, turning around to face her lover. Becca chuckles, trying to give her partner a stern look. Looking into Shelby’s beautiful brown eyes always melts her heart. One of these days she’s going to have to admit she needs more than a pit stop from this gorgeous woman she’s holding. She won’t be able to deny her true feelings for much longer. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that right?” she asks, that stern look she was working on failing miserably. Shelby grabs the blonde’s porcelain cheeks between her hands, guiding Becca’s lips down to meet her own. She kisses the vixen softly, parting her lips gently with her tongue to explore her mouth. Their tongues touch, each of them moaning into each other’s burning lips.
She can feel Becca smile against her lips before pulling away. “Your mouth tastes like vodka,” she pronounces softly. “And your lips taste like chapstick,” Shelby answers with a flirtatious smirk, licking her bottom lip before winking at the beautiful blonde. “Shelby,” the taller girl groans, kissing the brunette’s exposed shoulder gently, peppering little kisses all over her skin before reaching her ear. The smell of strawberries and alcohol overwhelms Becca, making her lightheaded. “Now let me take you home.” “Can I have one more dance?” Shelby pleads, batting her long brown eyelashes at Becca again. “The whole eyelash thing isn’t working anymore,” Becca teases, pecking the other girl’s flushed cheek quickly. “Fine,” Shelby huffs, her body language finally admitting defeat. “One more kiss then?” Becca rolls her eyes and presses a quick kiss to Shelby’s waiting lips. “There. Now let’s go,” she signals towards the exit, squeezing the brunette’s behind playfully.. Shelby squeals and starts to giggle, wrapping her arm around the taller girl’s waist for support as they both make their way towards the exit of the bustling club.
To be continued…….
Hey all, I thought I’d do a short little fic about the post drama after this weeks episode. Becca’s perspective. I suck with titles but this is what I sorta imagine going through Becca’s head. Feedback pls pls pls 🤘🏻
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Her words didn’t hit me fully until she actually walked away. She can’t be with someone that acts like this. Well, what did she expect, I’m Becca.
You have to shape up, work on being kinder and more giving. Why does she care so much about trying to change me?
We’re not even together. No one has tried to change me before. Does she see potential in me that I can’t see myself?
Does she love me? If she does, and this is why she wants to change me and help me grow. Have I not ever been loved before?
All these thoughts are running through my head as I run after her, chasing her back to our house.
She’s not allowed to leave me.
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I get to the front door just as it’s being slammed in my face. How childish. I couldn’t roll my eyes any harder if I tried.
As I finally fish my key out of my bag to open the door, I shout out at the top of my lungs. “You’re being ridiculous by the way!”
At this point I don’t really care who can hear me shout. My roommates are her friends and they expect it from me. I even wonder what stories she’s told them about me over the last year or so.
I slam the door as hard as I can behind me, making a point. I can’t believe she made me chase after her in 6 inch heels.
Absolutely breathless I finally make my way to her room and let myself in without knocking. (Obviously)
“Get out!” She screamed at me.
“No.” I replied, blank expression.
Now she’s walking over to me, fists balled at her sides.
With our faces inches apart, she explodes once more, “I said, get out!”
God she’s so dramatic.
“Keep screaming, I don’t care. I’m not going to leave you.” I replied. Again, blank expression.
This is when she breaks down, tears have formed in her eyes and she’s starting to sob. I don’t know what it is but I can feel something in my chest. It hurts. All I want to do is to wrap her up in my arms and tell her it’s going to be okay, to stop crying. But I’ve been immobilised, I can’t speak or move.
“You have a hold over me.” She sobbed, her breaths jagged.
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And in this moment, It’s like everything had changed. I want to be better for her. I’m willing to put her feelings before my own. I don’t know why she cares so deeply for me after everything I’ve done but I know I can’t ruin it now.
I want to deserve her.
This is awesome!!! I love your stories!! ❤❤
Part 1/?
Started as a one-shot, but thinking about adding to it.
Summary:
Short, semi-fluff of MC and Becca studying together. Tickling ensues.
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Study Buddy
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“So… there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Yeah?” You reply absentmindedly. “And what might that be?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking–”
You lift your eyes from your notebook, and smirk.
“Oh, you’ve been thinking, huh? That’s a change of pace.”
You dodge left as few pieces of popcorn are thrown your way. They sail past you and rebound off the pillow propped against the wall; landing next to you on the bed in the spot you previously occupied.
“Hey watch it!” You giggle, retaliating against your assailant with a handful of kernels of your own. A number of which, reach their intended target– despite her best efforts to block your attack with a textbook-shield.
“You’re getting butter all over my bedspread.”
Becca chuckles, fishing out the few stray remnants of popcorn that managed to slip their way past the deep, V-cut neckline of her shirt, and into her cleavage.
“Casualties of war, I guess.”
In one swift motion, she rises from your desk-chair– closing the short distance between herself and the bed– kneels over you, and proceeds to vigorously pull at the front of her shirt, shaking free the remaining kernels.
As you instinctively raise your arms to protect your hair from the hailstorm of salt and Jiffy Pop, she seizes the opportunity and immediately targets your biggest weakness.
Tickling.
Her nimble fingers travel the length of your now-exposed midsection– deftly moving between the waistband of your boxers and your inner-thighs; your lower-sides and outer-ribcage.
Your stomach, Sternum, Clavicle.
Behind your ears, across your neck.
Her fingers caress you, dancing their way down your spine.
Your armpits; First left, then right.
You’re laughing; eyes watering, gasping for air.
Once you feel the feather-light pressure brush against the soft skin behind your knees, you claw at the bedding and grab a sock from somewhere beneath your sheets, waving it in the air.
“Truce, truce! Cease fire!”
And as suddenly as the onslaught began, it ends.
Becca immediately raises her hands and leans away from you, though a shit-eating-grin paints her features.
“Too much?”
You take a few moments to regain your composure, then lean over to kiss her forehead.
“You play dirty, but you’ll never win.”
Adorable!! This is soooo friggin cute @mayasbananapuddin !
All of the LIs in The Sophomore in their natural form ;)
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor”
Request 85
Kaitlyn x MC
Funny, fluffy?
***
You release a dramatic yawn, your shoulders arching as you thoroughly stretch each your tired limbs. Your eyes crack slowly open. Your eyes widen and rogue scream escapes from the confines of your lungs.
As opposed to your normal routine of waking up to Kaitlyn’s beautiful, delicate features, you’re alarmed to find large, twizzler-red lips replacing the soft pink ones you’re used to. Her eyelids swollen shut and her skin is puckered and pink. She jerks awake suddenly, startled by your shriek.
“What?!”
You can tell she’s trying to read your face, but you honestly can’t tell if her eyes are open through her swollen eyelids.
“Uhh Kait?”
She scratches her face furiously. “Yeah?”
“ Can you breathe..?”
“Yeah, I can breathe just fine, but these new black-out curtains are strong”
“Kait..” you stifle a laugh “It’s not the curtains..”
“Huh?” She pauses her scratching.
You lift your bedside mirror before her. She resumes scratching with one hand while pulling the mirror close to view herself through squinting eyes. You throw your head back in a laugh as her eyes widen, finally becoming visible.
“HOLY CRAP!” she shrieks “Is that really me?!”
You nod your head frantically, struggling for breath as you howl in laughter.
“Please tell me something just ate me in my sleep and that’s what I’m looking at!”
Laughing every other word “I wish..” You wipe a tear from under your eye “I could..tell you..that was..the case”
She grabs either side of your head between her palms, allowing you an unabridged view of her situation.
“This is serious!” Her voice cracks between words “I’m a tomato!”
Your teeth gnaw painfully on your lower lip as you bite back building shrieks of laughter. You control it long enough to respond “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you see a doctor”
“Well what the hell are we waiting for?!” She leaps to her feet, your collar gripped in a clenched fist “Now!”
You swallow, complying, quickly getting to your feet and running at her heels toward the door.
***
“Poison ivy?!” Kaitlyn shrieks. Your fingers plunge into your ears, muffling her piercing yells
“How the shit did I get that?!”
“Have you spent any time in the wilderness recently?” The doctor inquires
“Well.. we spent some quality time on a wilderness picnic last week..” You chirp in.
And quality indeed..
You smile to yourself, remembering it fondly.
Kaitlyn, clawing feverishly at all exposed skin, snaps “Well it sure as shit wasn’t worth this”
“You kids…” the doctor muses “You know, a blanket goes a long way..”
Kaitlyn turns in your direction.
Is she looking at me? Shit, I honest to god can’t tell.
Though her facial expression proves indiscernible amidst the swelling, the context and harsh, seething, tone of her voice more than tell you she’s pissed.
“Then how come you didn’t get it?!”
You shrug, raising your hands defensively, creating a buffer between her you and her antagonizing extended finger.
“I..I don’t kn–”
“An estimated 1 in 10 are immune” The doctor explains “Maybe your friend here is one of them?”
Well shit.
***
After picking up several prescription drugs, including various topical creams and oral medications, you head home. Kaitlyn takes a running start, prepping herself to hop into your bed when you interrupt her;
“Kait,” she turns to face you “The bed could be covered in poison ivy, so unless you want it to spread..” She sighs, blowing tired raspberries your direction.
“To the cubicle!”
You grin, stumbling eagerly behind as she drags you by the wrist.
***
Kaitlyn hops onto her bed, fingernails digging absentmindedly into her skin all the while.
“Honey…” You lower yourself onto the bed, leaning over her sprawled figure.
“Hmm?”
“You have to stop scratching” You insist, gently taking her dainty wrists in your hands “You’ll scar”
“Pffffff” She rips her hands away; one jumping to attend to the back of her neck, while the other scratches the underside of her exposed elbow.
“Kaitlyn, I’m serious”
“And I’m seriously itchy!” She snaps “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”
Ouch. She has a point.
Your hand finds its way to the back of your neck, scratching nervously as you choose your next words carefully.
“Alright, alright. Fair enough” You reach into the crumpled white pharmacy bag “Will you at least apply your meds first? You know, before skinning yourself alive?”
“Hey I’d love to pay tribute to ‘Skin Goblins’..” she muses “After all, it was my favorite goblin mo–”
Her words make way for thin groans as you begin massaging lotion into her steaming skin.
She must be a thousand degrees..
“–so…..cold….” Her words escape in staggered moans as she shudders at your touch.
Your lips curve into a smirk as your fingers make their way up her abdomen, rubbing the lotion into her hot skin.
“Mm…”
Wow..she’s really covered.
You slowly make your way up to her neck, pausing to adjust for a better angle. One of your hands moves to reach out for facial cream while the other lightly scratches the back of the first.
Why is there a special face lotion, anyway?
“Noo..” she pouts “Not my face, it’s too cold..”
She puts up little reluctance, however, allowing you to easily straddle her waist. You lean comfortably over her and ready the lotion.
Using your thumbs, you begin at her chin, rubbing spiraling circles into her skin, spreading out to her cheeks and growing over her nose.
Her body relaxes, her increasingly rhythmic breathing intoxicating.
Your fingers gently rub her ears, then crawl up the bridge of her nose to press gently into her forehead.
“Mm…”
Your lips slip into an easy smile as wriggles gently, cozying herself amidst her bedding. You lean down and place a light kiss on her forehead. Your lips tingle. You suppress a gag.
Big mistake.
The lotion tastes bad.
After hastily wiping your tongue on your arm, your fingernails follow, dragging across reddening skin.
Sweat tastes better than hydrocorti..hydro cuticle..hydrodynamic…whatever, poison ivy cream
You tap your index finger lightly atop the tip of her nose.
“Boop”
She smiles softly, her eyes opening slightly to gaze into yours.
“Hey”
“Hey”
“Do you still love me in tomato form?”
“You’re not a tomato..” You press your lips lightly against hers, tingling sensation returning. You suppress another gag “..You’re a sweet little cherry”
“Even still?”
“Yes, but let’s hold off kissing..” You smile tiredly.
“Oh.” Her eyes drop from your gaze to the fingers she now kneads anxiously. Yours match hers, digging roughly into skin above your knuckles.
Ahhh
“..You’re still sweet, but the cream you’re covered in sure aren’t”
She gives you a smirk, playfully shoving you off of her to plop heavily to the bed beside.
“Hey!” You scratch indignantly behind your ear. She turns to face you, uncertainty clouding her beautiful, dark eyes.
“I’m sorry, about before..” She begins slowly, concern creeping through her lips.
“For what?” You lift an eyebrow quizzically, a fingernail lifting to scratch around it.
God damn it..
“For snapping at you like that” She takes your hand tentatively, her eyes glistening nervously back at you “I don’t really want you to be itchy too, I just–”
You place a finger assertively to her lips.
“It’s okay, I understand”
She shakes her head, and your finger, loose, allowing it to scribble with convolution across the bridge of your nose.
“No, it isn’t. Just because I’m itchy doesn’t mean I should wish the same hell unto you, you know?”
You nod appreciatively “And if it makes you feel any better..” Your nails dig feverishly into your cheek, leaving burning trails of mercy.
Ahhhhhhh…
“It was the itch talking, I swear” she continues “I don’t want you to be–”
“..I think I’m getting it too”
“–itchy”
***
Your nails dig furiously into all exposed skin as Kaitlyn squeals beside you, wriggling in glee against the dark purple bedding you picked out for her ages ago.
Still soft.. Guess she hasn’t made enough use of it to ruin it yet.
“Kaitlyn?”
Her squealing subsides.
“Hmm?”
“Quit happy dancing” She looks to you indignantly, scoffing.
“Whaaaat? I don’t know what you’re–”
“You haven’t stopped squealing since I mentioned the itchiness”
“I’m not–”
“You’re wiggling!”
“Am not!”
She pauses her wiggling briefly before resuming with equal, if not more, enthusiasm.
Yeah, right.
“It was funny for the first minute or two, but half an hour is excessive”
“I’m just scratching my back!”
“Against a down blanket?”
“Hey, this only has a thread count of 800!”
“It’s softer than a cloud!”
You test it, wiggling to no avail against the cloud-like comforter.
I knew it..
***
“I have sensitive skin!”
***
Awwwwww!! This was so adorable @2indecisive4this !
The Freshman as a Netflix Show Part 3.1
I can't get enough of these! 😁😁
The Freshman as a Netflix Show Part.2
The Freshman as a Netflix Show
CHOICES, THE FRESHMAN: BOOK 3 CONFLICT with Kaitlyn Liao, reimagined~
A/N: Please know that I am an illustrator, and really good at it but not so much as a writer. I may be a visual person but it doesn’t translate well with words apparently. I wanted to make this into a comic but it might take me forever. Anyway, don’t have a beta so my messy grammar might be too painful. Still, enjoy!
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After Zig threw the punch, other attendees began a scuffle amongst themselves too and soon enough the mosh pit is thrown into disarray. I tried to keep my balance as I scurry away from this whole mess, which was almost impossible when people are shoved against you. I managed to get halfway towards the exit when I hear Kaitlyn’s attempt at calming the crowd. I struggle to turn myself and get a look at the stage, to see how Kaitlyn and her band have been faring, and thankfully she is facing my direction. I wave both my hands to hopefully get her attention and I think it worked because her eyes widen briefly before anxiousness overtakes her features. I’m not really sure how she managed that, “Maybe it’s because of what I’m wearing? Or she just has penchant for detecting where I am…” I mused.
I angle my left arm pointing towards the exit and she nods in understanding. I wanted to give her a smile (which probably was one of the strangest things to do at the moment and she likely won’t get to see it in this commotion anyway), instead my face contorts into a grimace when a hand forcefully shoves me from behind. I stumble forward and after my poor attempt at keeping my balance, I make contact with the floor on my knees but prevented myself from falling further by planting both arms on the ground.
The whole experience knocked the wind out of me and it was extremely difficult to reorient myself when my vulnerable form is being pushed and stepped on, so I remained on the ground. After awhile, a feel someone yank me up by my bicep. “MC! You’ll be fine, I’m right here.” I recognize Zig’s voice. Feeling a little light-headed, I mostly focused on keeping myself upright that I couldn’t bother responding to him. He stays on my side while holding me by my shoulders, sort of encasing me in his arms. “Let’s get out of here.” He says while he guides me out the exit.
Only when we finally got out and a safe distance away from the venue did Zig release his hold on me. I muster a small smile at him before leaning on a wall. I massaged my temples and released a heavy sigh, Zig wordlessly eyeing me from a few steps away. After regaining my bearings, I broke the silence between us, “Tonight went to hell fast, oh my god, Kait’s probably—“
“MC!!!” Kaitlyn shouts as she runs toward us from the exit, looking frantic. “I’ve been looking for you! I saw you fall and shit, I was so scared something terrible happened to you!”
Relieved to see her relatively unharmed, I gave her a tired grin. “I’m fine.” She raises an eyebrow. “Okay, I’m not fine.”
She holds me by my arms, her eyes scanning me for any horrible injury I might have gotten before pulling me into a hug. She abruptly pulls away before I could return the embrace, her hands now resting on my shoulders. “I… I went into the mosh pit to look for you but you weren’t there anymore when I arrived. I ran into Zack and he told me you were led outside by…” she trails off, then turns to look at Zig and narrows her eyes, “that guy.”
“Kaitlyn…” I whisper. It doesn’t deter her attention from Zig.
“You started this whole mess! Our concert was ruined, and we’ll likely be blacklisted from this venue. Not to mention, my girlfriend got hurt” she motions to me, then turns to fully face him and raises both her arms dramatically “because you just haaaad to punch the guy.” The anger was clearly lacing each of her words and it unnerved me, I’ve never seen her so angry.
Zig looked taken aback for a moment before his face morphs into a scowl. “Hey! That guy happened to get rough with your girlfriend! I was only protecting her.” He responds, bordering on a shout.
“So you punch him right then and there? Didn’t anyone teach you conflicts can be solved without resorting to violence?!” Kaitlyn retorts, her own voice dangerously rising.
I didn’t want this escalating further, so before Zig could respond I stood between them with my body facing Kaitlyn. “Enough. It was just an accident, Kait. Don’t blame Zig for trying to look out for me.”
“Are you being fucking serious right now, MC?!” She practically screams at my face. “Even after all this, you still take his side?!!”
“I’m not taking his side, Kaitlyn.” I answer too fast to my own liking. “No one wanted this to happen, okay? Just calm down and not take this all on Zig!”
“So who do you want me to blame? You?!! Because you’re this guy’s friend so by extension, you are at fault?? Do I rationalize it as your way of getting back at me for not spending time with our roommates?!” She challenges.
“What, NO! That sounds petty… and stupid.” I choke out. She rolls her eyes. “Exactly. The most logical person to blame here is him.”
“He acted before he thought it through. Cut him some slack.” I spoke softly. Kaitlyn suddenly glares at me “Why are you still defending him?!”
“Because you’re being unreasonable and she’s a good friend” Zig suddenly speaks up, and I am reminded he was actually there with us.
“I’m being unreasonable, really? And what is with this guy, why does he always throw himself at you every chance he gets?” Kaitlyn narrows her eyes on both of us. Is she jealous… again?
“He i-isn’t! He’s just new here and he just needs a friend.” I stumble over my response and mentally kick myself for it, because to Kaitlyn I probably sound like I’m hiding an affair but I’m just bewildered she even brought up Zig’s tendency to pseudo-flirt with me.
“And you are such a darling huh, befriending everyone you find attractive.” She says, each word punctuated with venom. My mouth hangs agape, even Zig didn’t dare breathe a word; he looked just as shell-shocked as I was. A memory flashed through my head. /He’s hard not to notice/
I close my eyes and press my mouth in a thin line. “What the fuck, Kaitlyn?”
She backs away slightly, but continues to glower at me nonetheless. She opens her mouth to say something but I don’t let her. “And what about you and Natasha?! Who, might I remind you, was someone you were always giddy to meet every band practice… which is incidentally, almost everyday! And I didn’t assume this, you were the one who always told me how excited you were to meet her. You barely even mention Rachel or Amara, goddamnit”
Surprisingly, Kaitlyn’s scowl never wavered one bit. “I was excited because of the original song lyrics and arrangements she wrote! She also tries to teach me how to play a guitar and I’m interested in learning. I love being in a band, MC… not being with Natasha!!”
“Oh, so you get angry at me for indirectly accusing you of cheating but you’re fine with assuming the worst with Zig and I?!” At the mention of his name, Zig steps back. “When I’ve always made it clear to him that I’m exclusively yours whether our roommates are around or not. But of course you wouldn’t know that because you’re barely around, huh?”
Kaitlyn is still understandably seething but she abruptly turns and begins to walk away. I quickly grab her sleeve, “Hey! Why are you walking away?”
She breaks free from my grip, never turning to look at me. “I need some space.” She says, in her normal speaking volume but she’s clearly still angry.
“Are you fucking breaking up with me now?” I retort without thinking. She turns around, her face still contorted to a scowl but she seems… tired. “I did not say that, MC. Oh my God, I just need space to sort out my feelings!” She doesn’t wait for my reply and quickly stalks off.
I just stood there, livid, while Zig was completely silent a few feet away. A few beats later my anger subsided, but it was replaced by misery. Replaying the earlier scene in my head over and over, I cover my eyes as tears roll down my cheeks. I realized how poorly I handled tonight’s events. I hear Zig’s nearing footsteps but he stops at a good distance, careful not to get too near. “Tonight really went to hell fast.” He whispers.
I can’t help but silently agree.
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And then Tyler, Abbie and Zack arrive! And of course the events at the bar and the sleepover with Becca still happen. But yeah, I wish it happened this way where Kait wasn’t made to be a complete shallow bitch? I sure as hell know she isn’t THAT petty, and I don’t say that coz I like her lol
Book 3 had good build up with the jealousy path because whether you entertain Zig’s advances or not, he’s mostly flirty so Kaitlyn can take it the wrong way either way. And of course there’s the “omg Kaitlyn is spending way too much time with the band, and of course, NATASHA” for MC’s side.
Their lesson here would be mutual trust, I guess? Also as for those whose LI isn’t Kaitlyn, just replace the dialogue with concerned bestfriend lines like “Bitch your grades are dropping, you hang around too much with those Bad Influencers™ and Kait will go into her rebellious mode and just be Angery™ at MC’s clinginess. Just not, blame her for what happened at the pit?? James and Chris were understandably unreasonable during Book 3 but Kaitlyn was just… over the top unreasonable.
This was awesome @louquorice ! It's still hard to read things about that terrible night. This was super fun to read!
Meet the Cast of Choices — The Freshman (featuring my MC Lara Jean)
“People say the best memories are made in high school, but I disagree — I think college consists of the best people you’ll ever meet. I believe we will always be the best of friends until the end of time, and there is nothing that can change that. No matter what we go through, rough or not, we will go through together. You will forever be the best bunch I have ever met, and I am eternally grateful for our friendship.”
This is so sweet!! ❤❤
Character Aesthetics
- The Sophomore: Abbie
Abbie!!! ❤❤
A sketch of Kaitlyn writing her new song 🎤🎼🎸🎵🎶
Ohmygod!!! Look at this! My baby punkster!!! This is awesome @shazrystyles !!!
mc/becca admitting they're in love with each other for the first time fic please
Yasssss! Love the request!!! Thank you so much for being patient as I’m just getting around to these! And thanks for the request!
Title: Let me love you
Pairings: Becca x Mc (Katie)
The door slammed, shaking the walls of the house. Everything fell silent, the others in the house retreating to their rooms as Becca’s furious voice rang out. “I can’t believe you!” she shouted, her loud voice echoing through the halls, rattling the windows.
“Becca! Calm down!” Katie whined, kicking her shoes off. “It’s just a small bump on the car! It’s not a big deal!”
“They had to tow your car, Katie! They told you that you couldn’t drive it until they fixed it! I can’t believe you weren’t paying attention!”
Katie groaned, putting her hands on her face and rubbing her eyes. She didn’t say anything as she fled to the kitchen, trying to ignore the blonde that was screaming at her. Becca followed her, stomping as she walked, her face beet red with anger.
“You’re ignoring me!”
“I’m not ignoring you,” Katie lied. “You’re just being overly dramatic.”
A few hours ago, Katie had called Becca from the side of the road. She was driving in her car downtown, her mind full of thoughts for her next writing piece when she ran a red light. She began to apply pressure to the break but it was too late. The passenger’s side of the car was struck, setting off the airbags.
The side door was indented, the wheel axels getting crushed, unable to drive it until it was fixed. No one was seriously hurt, minus a few bruises and scratches. The other person luckily had just started pulling out and started driving, only going a few mile per hour but it was enough to do some serious damage.
Katie called Becca, her voice shaking and she told her the whole story. She was taken to the emergency room just in case there was internal bleeding or she had hit her head too hard but she was sent home with a clean bill of health, she was only supposed to rest and take some pain killers for the bruises that would begin to appear over the next few days.
Becca rushed over to help her girlfriend, scared she would have broken bones or internal bleeding or something worse. She was relieved that she was fine and that she would be sent home, but soon her relief turned into frustration and annoyance. She didn’t understand how clueless and careless Katie could have been.
“I just… I’m just really angry with you!” Becca yelled, her hands crossing over her hips.
“Wow, I couldn’t tell,” Sarcasm in her voice, she rolled her eyes, thinking Becca couldn’t see.
Becca blew hot air out of her cheeks, her face becoming hot, her fists balling up. Her body tensed and she felt steam coming out of her ears, squinting harshly at the brunette in front of her.
“Well I’m sorry I love you so much that I care if you live or die,” she turned to leave before they both paused, falling silent, becoming aware of what she had just said.
“What did you just say?” Katie asked her tone flat, not sure if she had heard her girlfriend correctly.
Becca swallowed hard, slowly turning to face Katie as she spoke, “I said I loved you.”
There was silence as they both tried to process what had just happened. Katie then stood up straight and looked at her, staring into each other’s eyes for a few long moments, neither of them moving, or even breathing.
Katie walked over to Becca, no expression on her face, her face inches from Becca’s. She then leaned in and kissed Becca hard, gathering the small girl in her arms. Becca reacted immedately, her hands going straight for Katie’s face, smiling against her lips.
They pulled away, pressing their foreheads together, “I love you, too.”
This is awesome! I love the fighting and then everything stops after three little words. Great job @rr-roe-es !
Prologue
Stillness and silence. It was something I rarely got to experience these day. What I once took for granted was now hard earned and unexpected. It’s just…what is that? My senses started returning and I couldn’t help but smile as I opened my eyes.
“Well good morning to you t…” “Shhhhh!” Becca put her finger on my lip “Be very, very, quiet” she gave me a wicked smile while pulling her finger away to kiss me again.
I couldn’t help but giggle. It felt like I was in High School again and my parents could walk in and catch us making out instead of studying at any moment.
“I dreamed I had you all to myself last night” she said as her kisses started going lower. “Imagine my delight when I woke to the discovery that dreams do come true.”
My fingers moved through her hair as my body started to climb. “Gosh, how I missed this! Becca reached for the elastic on my panties when we heard the door open
“Mommies?”
Becca screamed as she rolled over in an instant and sat up. I’m sure her face was more redder than mine. Our daughter made her way over to Becca’s side of the bed rubbing her eyes.
“Why are you not sound asleep young lady?” Becca said as she helped our daughter get on the bed.
“I was thirsty.” she said like it was obvious. “I see.” Becca said as she glanced at the clock with a frown. “Well it’s almost time for you to get up anyways. Let me guess, you’re hungry too?”
Just then our son, Caleb, comes running into the room yelling “I want Pancakes!” “I want french toast!” Mariah yelled back. “Pancakes! ” Caleb yelled again at Mariah while pushing her as he climbed up. “Enough! Both of you!” I said. “Now apologize to your sister for pushing her.” Caleb crossed his arms “We always have french toast.I want Pancakes!” “Caleb”! “Fine, I’m sorry.” he mumbled in a low depressing voice.
“Thank you. Now you are right. We’ve had french toast a few times this week so…” I look at Mariah “How about we do pancakes this morning and you can have chocolate milk with it?”
“I want chocolate milk too.” Caleb said excitedly. “You both can have some chocolate milk but no more fighting, got it?” They both nodded.
“Honey?” I said looking over to Becca who still hadn’t lost her frown. “coffee” she said sternly. “I’ll put some on.” as I got out of bed with a laugh knowing it wasnt coffee we both wanted.
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I had just put several pancakes on a plate when Becca came in grabbing a cup of coffee. she took a sip of it before heading towards her computer. “ No! you are setting a bad example for the kids. You need to eat too as you’re making it a habit.” “I’ll grab something at the office. I need to get these proposals in before…” “Mommy eat!” Caleb said demanding in between large bites of pancakes with WAY to much syrup. Becca smiled at him. “Okay then young man” ruffled his hair then walked over and grabbed a plate. “I’ll meet you at you-know who’s at noon. Don’t be late as I don’t trust those idiots with the…” She looked at the kids before continuing “Stuff. Mrs. Rochester used them last year and they didn’t have anything set up properly and I’m not about to let them screw this up too!” She sat down at the table with her plate and coffee and glanced at her phone before she started eating.
I smiled warmly. Seeing her get so worked up over this surprise party for the kids, I just couldn’t help it. She hadn’t lost any of the sass I fell in love with back in college. I mean she even called up my ex who’s in the middle of a tour and got Kaitlyn to agree to come to this party insisting it will impress all the other kids.Who does that? My wife, that’s who. I cant even believe we’re married’ especially after how we met. it’s all like a fantasy!
I’m reminded of the first party she hosted after moving in back in college. I thought my friends was going to kill her. I had to convince her to make a store run to save her. I didn’t understand her obsession but now I see its because she cares so much and wants everyone to have a wonderful time. Sorority, business, or children’s parties, it doesn’t matter to her. She puts everything into it. This one especially.
We agreed to hold it at my parents after school. She may of agreed to lighten up on Kaitlyn for the party, but unfortunately, the folks of Party Fever are not so lucky and she’s been on them non-stop the past few days and after a quick stop at Femsational its to my parents to make sure everything is perfect.
All our friends are showing up to this party to celebrate our adoption of the kids two years ago. We wanted to do it last year but they still wasnt ready. This year though things have became more wonderful than i could imagine. The kids started calling us mom, and we finally got settled in to this new place, and I’m married to the woman of my dreams!
It’s shocking how so much happiness could come from something so horrible and heartbreaking..
…..To Be Continued?
This was so cute!! I love stories where Becca and the MC have kids! I hope there's another part coming @anotherlipstick 😁
I just want to welcome you back....
Awwww and thank you so much! I love this fandom so I can never stay aware for long!