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How would the ROs react to seeing a hickey on the MC during crushing stage?

- Sincerely, an Angst Gremlin.

my most lovely gremlin of angst, i hope to do my due diligence and serve you justly! 😈

DYLAN──sitting behind you in class (MC has long hair)

Dylan was never usually in class before you─not that either of you were particularly late people─so on the occasion they were they liked to let you know, a little meaningless competition between the two of you that had started after you started speaking to eachother properly.

You had stumbled into class seconds before the bell rang, signally the start of lessons, and you rushed to your seat, being the only one still standing as the ringing stopped. Your seat was the one right in front of Dylan's─same as the year previous─ and you sent them a fleetingly sweet smile before practically collapsing into your chair.

Professor Bharti had started the lesson before Dylan had the chance to even whisper a word to you, so they resigned themselves to striking up a conversation when the lesson lulled a little.

Movement of your arms caught Dylan's attention, directing it from the chalk board to the way you shrugged off your jacket, trying to be as quiet as possible. A small smile curled at their lips at your consideration, their eyes taking your frame and endearing movements a little longer. They were about to focus back to the board when you reached behind your head to untuck you hair──pulling it away from your neck and gathering it all to one side, revealing your neck.

Dylan practically felt the breath escaping their lungs at the sight, your skin marred by two significant bruises, one bigger and darker than the other, tucked into the crook of your neck. They watched as you gently fanned yourself with your hand, huffing slightly reminding Dylan that you had been out of breath as well as late.

Their mind went on overdrive. All rational left them, like the fact that you most likely were out of breath because you had ran to make it of time──that just because the marks on your neck were new to Dylan, it didn't mean they were new to you to make you late for class. No, now all Dylan could do was stare at the hickey's on your neck, feeling dizzy as they had to remind themself to breathe.

Where did you━no, who did you get them from?

Dylan liked to call their overreacting imagination the gift of creation but right now all they could visualise was face after face, body after body, as they tried to think of who would've had the pleasure, the gall, to give you such marks.

They got more agitated the longer they kept at it, no one being quite good enough of a fit for you, not even in the positions in which they couldn't even see their face.

They shook their head, trying to physically shake away the thoughts of their new friend. They shouldn't be thinking like this, the rumours were just rumours afterall──they had never really taken them to heart before, never really entertaining the idea that you could have actual feelings for them.

You evidently did not.

Dylan wasn't entirely sure why their chest tightened at the thought. Perhaps they should though, for when you turned to look back at them from over your shoulder, a playful glint in your eyes as you made a gesture to comment on the lesson they hadn't been listening to, their heart lurched in their chest at the yearning ache──at the final thought that the perfect person they could visualise for you was, in fact, them.

SHAY──during study hall (it's a hot day)

He had to admit, having classrooms with un-openable windows should be considered a sin. Especially on too─warm summer days.

The two of you had been given a spare classroom to use and, because it was empty so you didn't have to stay quiet out of consideration for others, you took it without a second thought. You probably should've had that second thought, to wonder why it was an empty classroom to begin with.

Shayne hadn't been listening to what you were explain for at least five minutes. You had shed your overcoat and loosened your collar away from your neck and when Shay had glanced up to meet your gaze as you started explaining something his eyes couldn't help but wander down the column of your throat, down to the stretch of skin at your colour, mismatched in an assortment of bruises that circled your neck like a necklace.

"Shay? Shay!" You called to him fingers coming to wave Infront of his face, cutting off his view of the torturous sight.

"What, yeah?" He stammered eyes flickering to meet yours and literally anything else, unable to settle on one thing or another.

"What's up with you today?" You asked, innocently enough. Shayne had to force a cough to give his brain more time to formulate an adequate enough excuse. He couldn't very well admit the churning jealousy in his stomach at the mere sight of faded hickeys now could he?

He decided to blame the weather. "It's so damn hot in here," he groaned, sifting in his seat and keeping his gaze literally anywhere but your figure. "My brain isn't listening to anything──it's yellin' at me to go dunk my head in ice water or som'in'."

You slowly nodded, eyes narrowing slightly at his rather... uncharacteristic... behaviour. You eventually shrugged, "Well, you got that right. Can't believe these windows are just for show──who even designs windows that don't open?"

And so the two of you divulge into a pointless conversation about windows, and Shay doesn't look back at you at all until the bell rang out to end your study period, for the mere thought of the marks sucked into your skin made his inside want to fall into themselves.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, not the thought of you being even more unattainable than he had thought.

KINSLEY──across the lunch hall (angry pining from afar)

You were sat at your usual table, Kinsley noticed, the one at the edge of the lunch hall. The one that seemed the furthest away from her own table, taking pride of place one the elevated level, framing the four tables on it like royalty.

Her eyes couldn't seem to keep from falling back to your table, however. Maybe just you──Kinsley had no interest in the nobody that was C West or the other addition to your troupe of losers Theo Wesley.

"Kinney what are you even looking at?" The shrill voice of Tiffany grated on her ears, and Kinsley had to fight the urge to roll her eyes so hard at the annoying nickname her friend wouldn't give up on.

"Nothing." She almost snapped, her reply coming out too quick, too sharp to be nothing at all──but Tiffany hadn't lifted her eyes from her phone's screen and V hadn't shifted their gaze from their textbook in fifteen minutes.

Her eyes fell back upon you. Zeroes in the the purpling bruises on the side of your neck, just under your jaw. Hickeys──you had hickeys.

Kinsley didn't know why she cared, it wasn't as if she was jealous of you─she could get hickeys from anyone she asked─and she couldn't possibly be jealous for you because, well... because she couldn't!

The tendons in her jaw tightened as her teeth began grinding down on each other at the pesky visions of you getting those hickeys. She fought off the urge to physically swat the air as her thoughts shimmered into images of her giving you those bruises.

The pain in her palms forced her to look down at them─making her realise that she had been staring you down─the small cresent moons indented into her skin leaving her to face some more... complicated feelings.

Her eyes flickered back towards your table, watching you too your head back in laughter and playful swat at your bespectacled friend. Kinsley shook her eyes and lifted her hand to move her own head away from the scene.

She couldn't afford to... waste her time on the love life─she scoffed outwardly, shooting filthy looks to those who turned to look at her─of some loser.

But as the bell rang out, signalling the end of lunch, her traitorous gaze found itself trained on your disappearing back, walking away from her──the distance carving an ache in her chest she didn't want to acknowledge anymore.

J──at someone's house party (MC is wearing a halter neck, alluding to MC making J jealous on purpose)

J's eyes had locked on to your figure the second you had entered the house──literally, since they had a clear view of the front door from their place in the living room.

Thank the lord for open plan living, they guess.

It wasn't often the two of you showed up at the same party──J's circle ran more with college students and you, well you weren't invited to many parties in the past. But here they were, loosely gripping the red plastic cup (how stereotypical) in their hand, and there you were beaming brightly at the person who had greater you, shrugging off your jacket and hesitantly handing it over to them.

The grip on J's cup tightened slightly, the flimsy sides caving in on themselves a little. You were certainly dressed for a party... and the revealing nature of your outfit did wonders for your figure.

However, the halter neck of the top of your outfit, while it helped to cover your chest and base of your throat, did you no favours in concealing the smattering of bruises around your collar bones and the junction between them and the sides of your neck.

Not as helpless and innocent as J thought you to be then, not with those bruises, lining each side of your neck like an intricately designed tattoo, loving crafted and painstakingly gifted. J was sure that if they weren't already faded you would've made more of an effort to hide them. Perhaps you wore them with pride, the way your body language showed no attempt of shying away or hiding them with your hands.

J's eyes flickered back up to your face, catching your gaze as you stared towards them intently. Your face was blank, the wide smile from earlier diminished into nothing but a thin line between your lips. J took note of the way your eyes flickered to the people around them, most notably the short girl under their arm, yammering away into their ear about nothing J cared to listen to.

You turned away, attention being grabbed by the person you had come with, their hand snaking around your waist as they pressed a short kiss to the side of your jaw──your eyes coming back to J as the action happened.

The feeling of liquid on their fingers shook J from the scene, snapping their focus to the broken cup in their hand, the drink slipping out from the cracks in the plastic and falling to the floor in a stream of droplets.

When they looked back to where you had been, to no longer see you, they roughly excused themselves to find a more sturdy cup, maybe something bigger, to drown away the thought of you with someone other than them.

THEO──during one of C's sleepovers

"Look at you!" C laughs, pointing a finger in your direction, "trying to become a leopard in your spare time, are we?"

"Shut up!" You exclaim, shooting C a playful glare as you lift a hand to the side of your neck. "It's not that bad, is it? Theo?"

At the call of their name Theo can no longer pretend to be invisible. The reason C had even called out your new marks in the first place was because you were getting changed, your shirt discarded on the floor as you rummaged around a MC designated draw in C's chest of drawers. Theo had forced themself to look away, not wanting you to feel their stare as you changed──seeing as they hadn't ever stared when you had done so before.

Clearing their throat, knowing that not answering you would be even more suspicious, Theo mustered up a small and short lived smile as they glanced your way from less than a second. "It's not that bad," they agreed, before a weakly playful smile wobbled over their lips "if you're not afraid of the leopard look that is. Your backs practically covered!"

"Yeah, Peach! Who's the lucky person?" C winked, shimmying over to you and shaking you back and forth slightly. Theo's stomach churned at the sound of your giggles bubbling out from your lips.

"As of right now they're a one night stand," you teased C, sticking your tongue out before finally pulling the shirt you planned to sleep in over your head. "Though, with the way they were this morning, one night was not enough for either of us." You winked as you untucked the tag from sticking to the back of your neck, "so who knows?"

"Yes!" C exclaimed. "My baby's all grown up now! Getting laid and shit!" The two of you erupted into fits of laughter and even though Theo tried hard to join in, they couldn't help the devastation that flooded them, all the way down to their nerve endings.

They faked a long yawn, trying to make it as realistic as possible, mumbling something about retiring to bed as they turned their back on you, missing the way C's eyes lingered on their back, eyebrows furrowing in too-late-understanding.

Theo just couldn't bare it anymore, knowing that the wide and playful grin on your lips certainly was not because of them anymore──if it had ever been at all.

#piece of the pie if #all ros #dylan quinn #shay walker #kinsley grace-cameron #j montgomery #theo wesley #if this is too long lemme know ill add a keep reading!#fun fact kinney is the worst nickname ever... even my ears hate it... so annoying!#pretty sure i made my wrist worse by typing this out on my phone... worth it!

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