#like practically speaking yeah he took a rough beating he wouldn't be much use

[forlibcrty]

@fortrivmph asked: "go inside and clean that up. you're getting blood everywhere."

typical. no sign of concern, no fatherly sympathy — just concern for the inn's front stoop. with an irritated little grunt, connor limped his way inside, one hand pressed tight to the wound in his thigh, and dropped himself down in the nearest chair. if he bloodied the floorboards, so be it; blood was easy enough to wash out. that much, he knew a little too well.

from within his pocket, he fished out the usual rag he used for these occasions and clapped it over the gash. he'd bound it back at the mercenary camp, but the makeshift bandage had come dislodged in the ride back to new york, as he'd feared it might. "this might not have happened," he grumbled, "if you had not pranced away in the middle of a fight you began."

[sweettodo]

eren jaeger x reader.

includes : smut, college au, bad plot, enemies to lovers-ish, hate sex, mention of anal play, swearing.

wc : 3k.

thank you for 700 followers ! and since it was just mr. jaeger’s bday, why not a little fic ?

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"This is your fault, you shouldn't have let the door shut, the door gets jammed."

"How was I supposed to know?" he replies coolly, you shove past him, frantically grabbing the doorknob and turning it, back and forth. It was no use, the old wooden door was jammed tight into the frame, not even he could get it to budge.

"Are you hard of hearing?"

"Out of all people, I get stuck in a dingy bedroom with you."

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It wasn't the best. It was border-line decrepit, all sorts of unkempt; but admittedly, it was all you and your friends could afford.

Doing what you could to stay afloat with rent, not to mention your thousands of dollars in college debt, you couldn't necessarily afford to stay on campus; so, you sought out any possible preventative strategy not to go back home, what any adolescent college student would do.

"Well, it's homey... I guess?" Connie announces, cautiously seating a box on the ground.

Beside him, Jean wipes his forehead, "are we getting paid for this?" he questions.

You raise an eyebrow, "Yeah, sure, whatever you want."

"Thanks, boys, that's enough for now, hungry?" Sasha smiles, placing a pizza box on the kitchen counter.

Truly, the house wasn't that bad, though there were some problems like any old home, like the creaky floorboards which dipped downwards in some areas of the house, or the shudders Jean had to nail back into place, or maybe that one non-working bathroom.

Yes, there were some issues, and you knew one thing for sure.

Do not close your bedroom door.

It jammed, and it jammed easily, which you found out the hard way when you had to have your two roomies pry the door open the previous day, hence the rock from outside being positioned to stop the door from closing entirely.

You all sit on the floor in the living room, devouring pizza and drinking as you all conversed and laughed.

While Connie is getting up to pour himself another drink, there's a knock on the door, "oh, finally- thought he was gonna bail on us!"

Connie quickly places his cup down and jogs to the front door, all eyes follow him.

"Eren!"

"What took you all day? Connie and I did practically everything!" Jean complains. Your face heats, fists clenching.

"I did not invite him." You grit, Mikasa glancing at you, concerned.

"Calm down, he's more man-power."

"We've done so much without him, why does he even bother?"

Eren dismisses your complaining, he sits down and grabs a piece of pizza, "it's not like a chose to come here, Mikasa wanted me to."

Your eyes drill into Mikasa's skull, she knew how you felt about him, and she knows how he feels about you. She brushes off your daggers.

"I'm not here to help you," he proceeds, "you wouldn't catch me dead."

"Well, while Jean and I run to the store to get more nails, how 'bout you help the girls?" Connie says, ignoring Eren's last remark.

"I don't need his help, I'm okay on my own."

"Y/n- take his help." Sasha nudges, "free labor."

Your perspective of Eren was nothing short of revulsion, his only conversation piece is how many women he's slept with, how he struts around like he owns the place, he's quite contemptuous, selfish, and arrogant.

He felt similar towards you, often the first one to ruin his day. The way you were so prideful, he too thought you were arrogant, he hated how you made him feel inferior, you were a challenge- you both were complacent and it drove him fucking nuts, as did you.

Standing from the floor, you brush your hands on your shorts, "I'll be in my room," you mutter, trudging up the stairs.

"You outta' help her, Eren," Sasha says, watching you walk up the stairs, "please."

The brunette shakes his head, "hell fuckin' no."

"Eren," Mikasa speaks lowly, her tone compelling, he rolls his eyes.

Picking up the screwdriver from the floor, pushing your hair out of your face, you get down on your knees and lift the bottom half of your bed frame, the little screw in your empty hand, you groan.

"Need a little help?"

Your head snaps around, "get out of my room, now."

"I thought you were this rough-tough- independent woman?" he ridicules.

You ignore him, "can't even put a bed together, how pitiful."

He steps closer, leaning against the door in your room, which was propped against the wall with the rock, his arms crossed tightly against his chest, "get out of the way."

"No. Eren I got it."

"Just get up and let me do it."

"I'll ask Mikasa, she's stronger than you anyways."

"Give me a break, how about you swallow your pride for once, you can't do everything, y/n."

He scoffs, attempting to absorb the insult, "plus, she isn't here, she and Sasha left." Your eyes widen, feeling much more uncomfortable than moments before. You gently place the bed frame on the floor in front of your knees, sighing, "let me do it-"

He slowly stands from his position, his foot knocking the rock out of place as he leans off the door following behind him, as he steps further into the room, you leap towards the shutting door.

"Eren! The fucking door!" you cry, seeing it shut mere inches from your grasp, "it doesn't open from the inside!" you shout, scrambling to your feet, Eren quickly turns, his hands landing against the old wood as he tries to pull it open, but it was too late.

"This is your fault, you shouldn't have let the door shut, the door gets jammed."

"How was I supposed to know?" he replies coolly, you shove past him, frantically grabbing the doorknob and turning it, back and forth. It was no use, the old wooden door was jammed tight into the frame, not even he could get it to budge.

"Are you hard of hearing?"

"Out of all people, I get stuck in a dingy bedroom with you."

"Spare me your kind words, Jaeger." You grumble.

"Where's your phone? Call Mikasa or Jean." Eren pats his pockets, in search of his phone.

"It's downstairs- my phone."

"So is mine," he sighs, sticking his hands in his pockets, "aren't I lucky; stuck in a room with a prissy bitch."

"Do you like making me mad, Eren? Because I'm not one of your hoes you can insult and get away with it." Gritting your teeth, he smiles cheekily, God you can't fucking stand him.

He remains silent, while tensions rise within the walls of your room, avoiding his eyes, you uncomfortably shuffle your feet, looking at the wood flooring beneath you, Eren is beside you, pacing, "I'll break the fucking thing down."

"You better not. Or else you're paying for it."

"I'm not paying for shit," he contends, "it's your shitty house, your shitty door, my shitty luck.”

You face him, he rolls his eyes, "if you break my door, Jaeger..." you threaten, sticking your index finger in his face.

"What are you gonna do? Y/n?"

You cross your arms, he shrugs and turns around on his heels, grabbing the doorknob and trying to pry the door open, he steps back and cracks his knuckles, "Eren, don't you fucking do it." You grab him by the back of his shirt, he stops.

"What are you gonna do?" he leans down to meet your height, tilting his head, "gonna punish me?"

You gulp, "how about I fix your bed while I'm here, since I'm so nice."

"No." You spit, "I'll do it, you stay in the corner and shut up." Pushing him away, but he stands still, a smug look still on his face.

"Why be so difficult?"

"Why do you always need the last word?" anger seething within you, little pieces of hair falling from the loose bun the hair tie he had holding back his bangs, you looked in his eyes, just waiting for him to speak.

"Do you like being stubborn?" Eren steps closer, as a result, you're stepping backward, and soon he figuratively has you backed into a corner.

Eren returns the glare, your heart thumping out of your chest, throat dry and closing by every second he kept his brutal eyes on yours.

You swallow, "always trying to make me mad, right?"

"Not everything is about you, Jaeger."

"No, but it is about you though," he hums, "don't you want me to shut up? How about you try to shut me up- since it's always about you."

You hadn't picked up on the sudden rush of adrenaline that pumped into your veins, which made you - quite literally - want to crumble, but you remained dominant. His rather vibrant eyes were tough ones to overpower, you guys just stood there, trying to wield your dominance over the other.

You two were power-hungry.

Eren on the other hand was trying like hell to prevail calm, you made him so mad, made him fucking furious, he contemplated leaping out of the second-story window, though one thing was keeping his feet grounded, looming over you.

And that was defeating you.

"I reckon you have more of a problem with me rather than the other way ‘round, you don't like it when I argue with you, Eren?" you teasingly pout, snickering in his face.

His eyes are low, seductive even, you had never seen him in this light, he looked restless, but he was undoubtedly annoyed.

It's his turn to smile, his fingers snaking around your wrist, pulling you down onto the mattress which lacked pillows, sheets, and a headboard.

You comply, his fingers anchoring into the back of your hair, pulling your head back, your neck training, “you gonna shut me up? Y/n?" you're speechless, seems as if he beat you to this little game.

“You piss me off. Jaeger.” You sneer, he leans down, face inches from your own.

“Yeah? I make you mad?” he purrs, dipping his head down towards your neck and pressing his lips against your ear lobe, chills erupt on every inch of your body.

You're left speechless once again, breathless as his hand slips down the curve of your waist, up to your thigh, stopping at your knee, “yeah... You do.”

He uses your knee to push your legs onto the bed, his hand guiding you, he swiftly gets on the bed, back against the wall; placing his palm on the back of your neck, pulling you between his legs, trapping you as he's kissing you firmly.

You're taken aback, but return the kiss, his soft lips colliding with yours, he tasted amazing, but you wouldn't admit that to him.

As if the gates had finally bursted open, your motions are picking up speed, he’s fiercely pulling at your shorts and without a second thought, you're rushing to tug his shirt over his head, giving hardly a second for air before you're kissing the man again.

What’s gotten into you?

You adjust so he can pull your shorts over your knees, flinging them across the room, your hands wandering up and down his chest, feeling his toned stomach beneath your fingers.

His big hands are grabbing you by the back of the thighs, pulling you closer to him so he can easily pin your back to the bed. With a huff, he kisses further down your neck, his lips tickling your skin as he begins to lift the thin shirt towards your chest, kissing down your stomach.

Eren can't take it anymore, all that was going through his mind was how soft your skin was, how good you smelled, the way he felt you shiver under him when he kisses the sweet spot on the side of your neck.

He uses the pad of his thumb to press against your damp panties, you gasp, his thumb locating your clit instantly and applying pressure on the swollen nub.

“Stop teasing, Eren.”

He smirks, slowly applying little circles over the thin undergarments, pinning one thigh down at the same time, he watches your face scrunch.

He leans down between your legs to kiss you again, pulling down his jeans in the meantime, you feel his erection through his boxers, pressing against the crevis between your thigh and cunt.

He sits up, yanking down your panties along with his boxers, your eyes nearly fall out of your head, catching a glimpse at the sheer size of the man.

He spits in his palm, messily stroking his cock a few times before making sure your leg is secure on his shoulder.

No words needed to be spoken- no conversation could be made at the fact things were moving so fast, similar to hungry animals, like a switch flipped and here you two were, soaking for a man you despised.

His tip slips up and down towards your entrance, repeatedly teasing you against your folds with his throbbing tip.

Finally, he gradually slips past your entrance, his head rolls back, body virtually falling weak as he soaks in those spongy tight walls, sucking him in immediately, “fuck,” is all he can sputter out, taking his time to seep deeper inside you.

He stretches you out, Eren’s veins which were wrapped around the base of his cock pressing against your electrified nerves, your back arching, quietly moaning as he eventually stuffs you with as much as you can take.

“You hate me? This pussy sure doesn't.” he grunts, retreating before rocking his hips back against you.

Your leg drops from his shoulder, “on your hands and knees, now.” he demands- not having to tell you twice, he’s quickly grabbing you, and with ease, you're now on all fours, exposed from the waist down, Eren’s hands spreading you open, pulling your ass apart so he can get the perfect view of his cock fucking into you.

This gives Eren the chance to now fit his whole length into you, crying out into the bare mattress, feeling his tip stab against the entrance of your cervix.

He pulls out, one hand steadying your waist and the other holding your ass, “such a tight cunt, can't even fit it all.”

Eren splits you open, thrusting into you while simultaneously pulling your hips against his, skin slapping, the both of you moaning as you're already releasing cream all over his cock.

You feel his thumb caress the skin around the valley of your ass, “such a pretty little hole, want me to fill this one too?”

With no hesitation, you're crying out a sloppy mantra of ‘yes’, and he follows your decrees, his thumb slipping past your unoccupied hole.

You instantly clench around him, the pressure of another hole being stuffed.

Nearing another orgasm, he ruts his hips against your thighs, seeing white, your stomach tightens, body attempting to escape the harsh pressure, unraveling from the arch you were trying hard to maintain.

“Again?” Eren’s amazed at the sight, your cum seeping from your pussy, soaking the little patch of curly hair above his cock, down your thighs and onto the mattress, your leg quivering as he spares you no mercy, shamelessly fucking into you.

He holds your hips steady, “Eren, s’ big, I can't-”

“Can't what? Can't take it? I thought you were such a strong girl?” he taunts, cruelly rutting into you.

You're drooling, tears falling down your face as he fucks you senseless, “fuck you,” you mewl, he slows, but still keeps up his strong and stabbing thrusts, your body still jolting every time his cock hits your cervix.

“Fuck-in’ hate you, hate you s’much.”

“Yeah? You hate me? But look at you,” he hooks his thumb deeper into your asshole, “you’re crying for more.” You wail, gasping for air, you craved more, the way his hips knocked against your ass, sending shock waves throughout your body.

“I think I love this sloppy little pussy, too bad you're such a bitch.”

He grabs you by the roots of your hair, fingers hooking and balling your hair into a tight fist, pulling you upwards, gasping for air, “Eren-” you moan, balls slapping against your slick folds and raw clit.

His thrust becomes more sporadic, nearing climax, he savors your warm and squeezing walls before you hear him hiss loudly, his head falling back, eyes screwing shut as he's dumping a load into your abused and stretched little pussy.

“Such a good cunt for an annoying bitch.” He mumbles.

Eren rocks his hips into you, making sure your cunt is sucking and every ounce of his seed is emptied from his cock.

He swears, softening cock slipping out of you as he quickly drops down onto the bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead, you're barely able to flip over, holes still twitching.

All you two can manage to do is catch your breath, the air knocked out of both of you, his seed mixed with your own still oozing out of your cunt, and onto the bed.

He sits up, chest still quickly rising and falling before he's moving off the bed and throwing his clothes on, throwing you your shorts, “get up so it looks like we did something productive,” your head in the clouds, you try to put your shorts on, he sees you and mutters indecent things under his breath, “what? Did I fuck you stupid or something?” you stand off the bed, and he quickly lifts the bed frame off the floor and pops the long screw in.

You peek out the window, the sky a dark milky blue- and to your surprise, there are your friends’ cars.

“Connie, you owe me twenty bucks!”

“Eren, I think they're already home.” You mumble, pulling open the window to get some air before walking back towards the door of your bedroom, pounding on the door, “open the door for me please!”

You give it a few moments, standing there in a daze- legs trembling.

You try to maintain the steadiness of your legs before someone struggles to push the door in, essentially un-jamming the door. Jean is there, with a clown-like grin on his face, Eren looks at him and groans, shaking his head before Jean begins to speak.

[jaex2]

Failing | Yoongi Imagine

I was listening to the song "I Wanna Know" by The Hunna and was instantly inspired to write this AU. It's such a bop, I encourage you all to listen!

Preview: You've been feeling neglected, and you're ready to give up. But, Yoongi doesn't give up easily.

Genre: Mafia/gang AU, some angst and fluff

Warnings: Nothing much, mentions of violence/drugs

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You were fully aware things had not been going well the last 6 months. The gang had lost some valuable hideouts to rivals, a couple members defected, and some profit loss. When things aren't going the way Yoongi wanted them to, everyone around him paid the price. You couldn't remember how many people you've watched him verbally degrade and physically slap around.

You were lucky enough to have the prestigious position of being his girl, so he didn't do anything that drastic to you. It was more like...emotional warfare. He came to bed late, left early, and probably had only spoken two or three sentences to you recently. And they weren't exactly warm and fuzzy.

You didn't require much affection. You knew getting into this lifestyle you weren't going to get a boyfriend who brought you home roses and took you to nice restaurants. Those things didn't matter to you anyway. The only thing that did was him.

It was Friday evening at about 10pm when there was a light knock on your door.

"Come in?" You said hesitantly, confused who would be knocking on the door.

"Hey." Hoseok's voice rang out as he slid the door open.

"Oh, hey." You half smiled; it was really the best you had to give anyone these days.

"I hadn't seen you in a few days, I got nervous." He admitted sheepishly, standing in the door way.

"Yeah, I haven't wanted to be around anyone. Is Yoongi around?" You asked cautiously, though you knew the answer.

"He left around 7pm, saying he had to take care of something. Just took a couple guys and one of the cars." Hoseok shrugged, looking as defeated as you felt. He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

"Don't take it personally. I haven't seen him for more than five minutes in the 6 months." You replied.

"Wow, really?" Hoseok looked shocked. "I always figured you were his weak spot."

"I used to be, but I don't know whats happening. He doesn't speak to me, hell he doesn't even look at me if he sees me around the compound." You spat, clearly feeling the emotions you'd been shoving down rising up.

"You've never called it a compound before." Hoseok pointed out. Fine, technically it was a mansion. But it was the main base for the gang, as well as where you resided with Yoongi.

"I can't call it home. He's what makes it home. And he's not really here." You said. "I can't take it anymore."

If you were a crier you'd probably be crying, but this life had hardened you.

"I think I'm going to leave." You finally said.

"That's crazy, Y/N." Hoseok retorted, practically choking on his saliva.

"Is it? Would he even notice?" You replied, looking at him.

"Of course he would. And how would you even get out with all the guards? And where would you go?" Hoseok looked slightly panicked.

"Pretend you didn't talk to me tonight. You can't be liable for knowing information about me if I'm successful." You stated, standing up. "Just go."

Hoseok stood up with you, and stared at you hard for a few moments. "Don't do this to him."

"He's fine." You crossed your arms tightly.

"We both know he wouldn't be...It's just a phase." He tried to defend his best friend and boss.

"6 months isn't a phase! I was patient. The first few months, I figured he'd snap out of it. But it's been half a year. How much of my life am I supposed to spend being ignored by the man I love?" You asked softly, avoiding Hoseok's gaze.

Without another word, he nodded slightly and left your room. He couldn't bare the idea of saying goodbye and he was hoping you would calm down and change your mind.

You felt a moment of bravery after finally getting your feelings off your chest. You grabbed a bag out of the closet and starting shoving clothes into it. You couldn't think clearly on what you needed. You looked around the room frantically, trying to figure out what to take. Your head was so foggy with sadness and fear that you couldn't collect yourself enough to form a plan.

The door crashing open caused you to jump and drop the bag, spinning to face the bedroom door.

"Y/N." Yoongi said flatly, looking down at the bag.

You swallowed hard and couldn't find words to spit out. What were you going to say? You were caught red handed.

His eyes never left the bag.

"What are you doing?" He asked, low and stern. Still not meeting your eyes.

You started to stutter out an answer but he cut you off.

"You...were going to leave me?" His eyes snapped up to meet yours. He tilted his head to the side, and waited for an answer, no emotions on his face.

"Yes." You answered, regaining your composure. You straightened your shoulders and stared him down confidently. Now wasn't the time to come off weak.

To your surprise, he chuckled lightly. You watched him carefully.

He grabbed the picture frame off the table next to the door and threw it, the sound of the glass shattering made you jump.

"Yoongi..." You warned, trailing off.

"It's been almost three years, and you're going to leave over a rough patch?!" He shouted, and you were sure the whole compound could hear him.

"A rough patch!?" You yelled back, your fiery spirit matching his. "It's been 6 months! How long did you expect me to deal with this shit?"

"Deal with what?! You live comfortably. You don't have to work. You have more money then most people ever see in their life." He explained, exasperated, fists balled up at his sides.

"Well, I don't care about any of those things! All I wanted was you to love me!" You screamed at him.

He span around and punched the wall behind him. You heard a crack, presumably his knuckles, but he didn't falter. He leaned his forehead against the wall and punched it one more time. When he retracted it you could see the blood dripping down his fingers.

"All of this...because you think I don't love you?" He whispered. He turned around and there were tears in his eyes. You had never seen Yoongi cry. You don't think anyone had.

You swallowed all the mean things you had to spit out the moment you saw tears dripping down his cheeks.

"Why do you think I've been so absent? It's because I was failing, Y/N. I was failing you and everyone that relies on me. How could I face you when everything I promised could've been lost? I put my head down and went to work to preserve our future. I'm sorry that that was uncomfortable for you, even though I was the one risking my life day in and day out so some day I would be able to look you in the eye again!" He shouted, stepping towards you, grabbing your face with his hands. "Those were all things out of love for you, whether you're strong enough to acknowledge it or not." He growled, his face inches from yours.

You breathed out, locking eyes with him. "You could've included me! I would've been there for you." You exclaimed, wrapping your hands around his wrists and pulling them off your cheeks.

"I had to do a lot of dangerous things. You think I was going to put you in harms way just so you could feel needed?" He spat. "That's immature thinking. I did what I did to protect you. And if you hate me for that, that's fine. At least I know I kept you safe." He sighed in defeat, his tear stained face making your breath catch in your throat.

Everything about you wanted to be angry and stand your ground...

You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it.

"Do you know what I'd have to do if I ever lost you?" He asked, stepping towards you once more, but keeping his hands to himself.

You hesitated before speaking. "...tell me."

He reached for your hand and took it in both hands.

"I'd have to destroy everything that reminded me of you. I'd burn this place down." He looked up at you, the connection you two had always had making itself known with a gravitational pull you couldn't resist. You took your free hand and grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him to you, crashing your lips together. He immediately responded, grabbing your face and deepening the kiss. Every emotion you felt in the last half of a year poured into the kiss. It was rough, needy, passionate. He pulled away and inhaled.

"Yoongi. You need to either live life with me by your side, or spend the rest of your life wondering where I am. I'm not asking you to drag me into every fight and drug deal. But you made me strong. You toughened me up. So embrace it, and let me be with you." You explained, hoping your words didn't fall on deaf ears.

He stared deeply in your eyes, before exhaling slowly.

"Fine." He agreed stubbornly. "You don't get to leave, then." He huffed, crossing his arms. You giggled, you knew you are the only one who ever saw him with his guard down.

He reached out a hand to you, and you obliged, giving him your hand. As soon as he did, he pulled you towards him and wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other hand resting on the back of your head.

"How did you know I was packing?" You asked into his chest.

"Hoseok is my best friend, not yours." His chest rumbled with a chuckle.

"Damn it."

[ride-a-dolan]

“I Hate That I Love You” (E.D Fic) Part 6

//Enjoy my loves, please send me ideas for short stories or imagines!! I want to work on other stuff as well as IHTILY 💜

⚠️Warnings⚠️: kissing/lust, some harassing.

Master List

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He pushes me harder up against the wall making sure that I can't get away from him this time. He continues kissing me and listen to this, I don't stop him. I let him take complete control. I don't fight back I just let him kiss me and kiss me and kiss me. It's like electricity is flowing between us making the kiss passionate. His lips are both soft and rough against my own. It's one of the best kisses I have ever had in my entire life and just as quickly as it happened it's over. Ethan pulls back and releases my arms from where they were pinned up against the wall. We both stand there breathing heavy trying to get our breaths back from the kiss.

"What was that?" I ask him.

"I just wanted to see what it would be like." Ethan says with a smirk.

"Why?"

"Just did." He says without looking at me.

"So then tell me, why did you hurt Dylan and tell him to stay away from me?"

"You ask too many questions. Let's just never speak of this again. Nothing has changed between us and I still hate you got it?" He asks before leaving me alone. I chase after him. I don't know why but I wanted some answers. A guy just doesn't kiss a girl like that and walk away promising her that he was still going to bully her. It just makes no sense. I grab his arm and turn him around so that he will be facing me. His touch sends chills up my arm so I quickly yank it away.

"I want answers." I tell him.

"I'm not giving you answers." He states.

"You don't just kiss a girl like that and leave! Why did you do it?" I yell.

"I do."

"You're crazy you know that?"

"Yep." He smiles at me. I've had just about enough of Ethan Dolan and his stupid actions. I wish that there was some way that I could get back at him but there isn't. Anything that I do will just make him happy but it would prove that he got under my skin. He will beat me at anything. This is his game and I'm just one of his pieces in it.

"God I hate you." I mutter angrily.

"Good." We just stand there looking at each other. The anger in the air is enough to suffocate somebody. We hate each other so much. There's so much tension between us. We are complete opposites who do not get along at all yet we just kissed like there was no tomorrow. It doesn't make sense.

"See you later (Y/N).” Ethan says. The way he says it sounds like a promise rather than a statement. I watch him walk off into the night while I just stand there with anger radiating off of me. I didn't know that it was possible to hate another human being as much as I hate Ethan Dolan. I never knew that this kind of hatred existed until now. The worst thing is that I am craving the feel of his lips on mine again. This is so confusing. I hate him I shouldn't want him to kiss me. I should be disgusted by it.

I just shake the thoughts out of my head and go straight to my dorm. I was going to go back to the party but it's probably over now. Maybe I should have went back to see if Dylan is okay, but I don't. I have too much on my mind to deal with him right now. Everything that is going through my mind is Ethan, Ethan’s lips, Ethan’s eyes, Ethan’s hair, Ethan’s voice, Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. I can't seem to shake him out of my mind. That kiss will haunt me for the rest of my life.

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Ashlee eventually came back to our dorm. She was out with her guy. I wanted to stay up and wait on her so I could find out if Dylan was okay and mainly because I knew she would have questions for me like any normal person would. The thing is I have no idea how to answer them. I don't know why Ethan did what he did. I don't know why he kissed me. I don't know why I liked it. I'm just so confused and I honestly don't have any answers for anybody including myself.

"What the hell happened back there?" Ashlee asks as soon as she enters our room.

"Is Dylan okay?"

"Yeah but he is so mad. He said that he is going to get Ethan back for that."

"Great." I mumble. Just another thing that Ethan will blame me for and want to make me pay for it.

"Care to explain what happened?" Ashlee asks me again.

"I don't know."

"Why did he tell Dylan to stay away from you? Is something going on between the two of you?"

"No! I don't know why he did it. I hate him and he hates me."

"Someone who hates you wouldn't have done that (Y/N)." Ashlee says.

"I know but he does. I don't know why he did that and after that he kissed me. I just don't know he is so confusing." I mumble.

"HE KISSED YOU." Ashlee yells. Damn it..

"Uh yeah. After he kicked Dylan and grabbed my arm he took me away from the party to some building. I tried to get away from him and I started yelling at him. He just slammed me up against a wall told me to shut up and kissed me."

"Oh my god."

"Yeah but nothing has changed between us because after that he was his old self again so it doesn't matter." I say sounding a bit sad.

"(Y/N), you like him?"

"No. I hate him."

"Okay..” Ashlee says sounding like she knows something that I don't. Whatever. All I know is that I hate him, he hates me, that's just how it is and will be.

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I never did get sleep that night. I was up all night thinking about Ethan and why he had kissed me. I just don't get how a guy can kiss a girl like that and then act like it didn't happen. Why do boys have to be so complicated?

I needed to get out of my dorm so I can clear my head. I don't bother waking Ashlee up. I just need to be alone so I can think. Maybe I can find Dylan and make sure that he is okay and explain everything to him. It's Saturday so I have all day to find him. I hopefully won't see Ethan, but then his promise comes back into my head so I have a feeling that he will find me or I will find him before this day is over.

I quietly leave the dorm and go outside. The fresh air feels nice and I already feel a little bit better. Now where would Dylan be? I have no clue where to even look. I just decided to walk around until maybe I see him somewhere. I really wish I was with my parents. I know I keep saying that but it would be so much better if I were with them. I haven't talked to them in a few days because they are somewhere with no cell phone signal. I bet they are having so much fun while I'm here getting harassed by an idiotic boy who just so happened to kiss me.

I continue walking but I still don't see Dylan anywhere. Maybe he is in his dorm. Ashlee may know here he is so when I go back to the dorm I will ask her. I'm surprised that Ethan hasn't found me yet. He seems to always find me when I don't want him to. Which is basically all of the time. Just as I'm rounding the corner on the sidewalk I hear yelling. I recognize one of the voices almost immediately. Ethan.

“What was that at the party Dolan?" I see Dylan asking Ethan.

"Oh you know me just taking full advantage of you because you are weak piece of shit and can't fight back." Ethan says smugly back to him.

God he is a douche.

“We're you jealous because I was with (Y/N)?"

"No."

"Why else would you even do that?"

"I was bored." Ethan says. Liar.

“Doesn't mean you can pick on people for no reason." Dylan says. He better watch what he says. Ethan really hates it when someone talks back to him.

"I can do whatever I want." Ethan says angrily. This is not going to go well.

"Not to me you can't." Dylan says and lunges forward. He tries to hit Ethan in the face, Ethan just dodges him and throws him onto the ground. Ethan then kicks him in the ribs like he did at the party but this time Dylan gets up and tries to punch Ethan again. Ethan once again dodges and hits Dylan so hard that his nose starts bleeding. They can't going after each other and from the looks of it aren't going to stop.

Nobody else is around so nobody can stop them. I have to do something I can't let them fight like this especially because it's over me. I'm the reason that Ethan did that to Dylan at the party. I have to stop them. I don't know how though.

"Ethan stop!" I yell making the two boys stop for a second. Dylan has blood dripping down his face while Ethan hardly has any marks in him.

"Get out of here (Y/N)." Ethan growls.

"No, not until you stop fighting with him. It's stupid." I tell him.

"He came at me first so I'm just giving him what he deserves." Ethan states as if it's obvious.

"So? You don't have to fight him just let him go." I tell him. Ethan just looks at me. It's like he is having a mental battle with himself before he finally let's Dylan go. Ethan walks passed me angrily and I run up to Dylan.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Just leave me alone. You two apparently have something going on and I don't want to be a part of it. Bye." Dylan says and walks away from me. There's goes the only possible chance I ever had with Dylan all because of Ethan. He ruins everything and I am so sick of it. My hands are trembling with so much anger towards him. I need to get this anger out and I know exactly who to take it out on. I take off in the direction that Ethan went towards. Let's see how he likes it when someone takes their anger out on him.

I go after him and eventually see him a little ways ahead of me. He looks angry. He has his hands balled up in fists and he is pacing back and forth through the grass. Perfect. I walk up to him and push him as hard as I can.

“You ruin everything did you know that?" I ask him angrily.

"I do now." He says. I start to push him again but he stops me by grabbing my arms.

"Don't." He growls out between gritted teeth. Luckily for me I had on my boots so I kick him as hard as I can, making him collapse to the ground with a groan.

"That's what you get. You have ruined my life here. Dylan doesn't want anything to do with me because he thinks you and me have something going on. You torture me every day at school. I am sick of it." I practically yell at him.

"You don't need Dylan." Ethan groans out while standing back up.

"Maybe I do but I won't know now."

"You don't. He isn't even the right guy for you."

"And you would know this how?" I ask him.

"I just do." He says.

"No you don't. You don't know me and you don't know the kind of guys I like."

"I think I do." Ethan says taking a step towards me. I take a step back from him. He smirks at me. "You are so scared of me aren't you? You would do anything that I asked you to wouldn't you?" He asks.

"No. I'm not scared of you."

"Then why do you always tense up whenever I am around. Why do you always back away from me when I walk towards you?" I was in control of this situation a few minutes ago. How did he even take control of it?

"I don't maybe you just are seeing things."

"No I believe I'm right. Just admit (Y/N), you are scared of me." I refuse to admit anything to him. "I'm right." He says happily.

"No you're not. I'm not scared of you and you will leave me alone form here on out." I say boldly.

"I'm afraid you're wrong. I will never leave you alone. You will hate me so much by the end of this year and I can promise you that." He says. I don't know what to say to him. I'm speechless. Once again he wins. There's no way I can beat him. Especially when it's his game that we're playing. I just can't win. Ethan smiles at me and leaves. Oh how I wish I could slap that stupid smug smile off of his perfect little face.

“You know Ethan. You sure did hate me when you were shoving your tongue down my mouth." I say loud enough for him to hear. This did it. He stops dead in his tracks and slowly turns around to look at me. I just look back at him with the same hatred he is looking at me with. Maybe I can win this little game of his. I just have to play it a little bit differently than he does.

"I was drunk when I did that. It meant nothing to me." He says.

"Oh really because I recall you not drinking anything at that party because the second you came inside and saw Dylan and I dancing you got jealous and hurt him to take me away. Now am I right or am I right?" I ask smugly. Ethan does nothing except comes at me once again making me fall onto the ground. He pins my shoulders to the ground and is breathing hard. His eyes look like they are full of lust. For a split second he leans down as if he is going to kiss me but he stops himself. I stare wide-eyed up at him. I have never seen him look like this before.

"You are wrong. I hate you (Y/N). I hate you so much. More than anything on this planet." He growls into my ear.

"Sure seems like every chance you get, you are around me, touching me, talking to me. That's not what you're supposed to do when you hate somebody."

He just shakes his head and stands up letting go of me. "You really think I like you? You weren't even a good kisser. I'm glad that you turned me down at that party. I will never like you. You aren't even my type." He says and leaves me lying on the ground shocked.

I would be lying if I said that what he just said didn't hurt me. It hurt me worse than it would have hurt if he would have hit me. I wish he liked me. I wish I was his type. I wish that he would just kiss me again. I need him to like me. I crave it more than anything and I hate that fact so much. When I do lean back up I notice that my phone has fallen out of my pocket. I search everywhere for it but I see no sign of it anywhere. Hopefully I just dropped it when I was following Ethan. I get up and start walking back to my dorm. Sure enough there it is lying on the ground. I sigh a relief and pick it up but I notice that I have a new text message.

From Unknown:

I may have lied a little just then. You are a great kisser.

I stared at the text wide-eyed. I know that it's Ethan. Who else would it be anyway? Ethan Dolan just said that I am a great kisser. That should not make me happy in the slightest but it does. Why? I would also love to know how he even got my number. My phone was in my pocket the whole time so how did he get it to get my number? This Dolan kid is the most confusing human being on this planet.

I don't even bother replying to him. I don't want to become little texting buddies with the idiot. I put my phone back it my pocket and walk back to my dorm. This day has not been good. The only good thing to come from this day is that I know how to drive Ethan crazy and make him angry just like he does to me. I can now fight back and maybe even beat him at his own game.

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//Hey guys, this is kind of a filler part, I’m sorry if I sucks...part 6 will be up soon! 💜//