#Secret Dating

[celestialwrites]

secret dating, writing prompts (+ some dialogue!)˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

@celestialwrites for more.

♡holding hands underneath tables, where no one can see

♡sneaking in and out of each others houses early in the morning/late at night

♡“i missed you.” “you just saw me,” “yes, but i missed holding you.”

♡stumbling into empty rooms to sneak a kiss

♡dancing alone in empty rooms

♡“what are you doing?!” “isn’t it obvious? we’re sneaking out.” “alright but put me down!!”

♡sneaking off to balconies where no one can see you

♡funny fake names in your contacts so no one knows who you’re texting

♡slipping each other notes when no one is looking

♡“are…you climbing out of a window? “are you coming?”

♡trying to conceal your blush when they whisper something in your ear so no one notices

♡resting their hand on your thigh under a table

♡sprinting home just so you can hug them after a long day

♡kissing their forehead in a closeted room to give them a vote of confidence before you both have to leave

♡ ‘disguising’ yourself in an airport so you can run up to your s/o

♡they lightly graze your arm or leg when walking by in hallways, just to send a tingle down your spine

♡“if i can’t kiss you here…could we sneak up to the supply closet on floor 9?”

requests are open<3

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[darkeralmond]

reader x conrad fisher where she/yn is belly’s bff and has been coming with them to cousins for the past couple summers.. one summer things change between yn and conrad and they kiss on the last night but she says they can’t (obviously bcos she knows how belly feels about him) next summer tho she gives in and they start secretly dating/hooking up and then belly finds out — v angsty with maybe some smut 💗

by far one of my favorite requests, anon! thank u sm for the request!! i love u sm!! ❤️❤️

Dead To Me

Conrad x fem! Reader

synopsis: conrad confessed the y/n last summer about how much he liked her, but y/n told him that they couldn’t date. this summer, the night when belly goes out with cam to a drive in movie, y/n finally decides she wants to be with conrad but only in secret. when y/n and conrad are getting hot and heavy at nicole’s party, belly walks in…

warnings: 18+, underage drinking, light smut, vulgar language, y/n playing the victim, angst

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i got a bit carried away, but this shit was SO FUN TO WRITE OML!! I laughed, I loved, and I cried when writing this. thank u sm anon for suggested this, I think this is one of the best works I’ve written in a while.

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Cam parked in front of the house and looked over at Belly before glancing back at you. “You girls ready?” he asked with a smile on his face.

Belly turned back to you and nodded her head confidently. “Let’s go,” she said. You hopped out of the backseat and linked arms with Belly. Cam the two of you like a lost puppy as you and Belly both strutted into the house confidently. You held your chin up high as you walked up through the front door.

Loud music blared from the speakers when the three of you entered. There were people everywhere drinking and getting high. “Belly!” a girl called out to her. She ran up to Belly and hugged her tightly while squealing.

Seeing how happy Belly was with this other girl sparked jealousy in you. It made it seem like she’d be fine without you. Belly then let go and turned to you. “Y/N, this is Nicole! She’s my older deb sister!”

Nicole. You knew that name. It was the name of the girl Conrad took to the deb ball previously. “Hi,” you faked a smile. You spoke in a honeyed voice to throw Belly and Nicole off.

“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you!” Nicole held out her hand to shake. You hesitantly took it and gave it a firm shake before quickly letting go. Something about her seemed fake, and you weren’t saying that only because of her association with Conrad. “Let’s go get some cake!” She grabbed Belly’s hand and dragged her off, leaving you standing alone.

“Well, great,” you muttered to yourself as you looked around for anyone to talk to. Jeremiah was on the couch flirting to some guy you didn’t know and Steven was just running around getting drunk. Your blood boiled as the feeling of loneliness settled in.

You needed a drink to wash away this feeling of anger. You slivered through everyone, making a beeline to the kitchen to find any sort of alcohol. Your eyes landed on the Pink Whiteley bottle on the counter. Something to wash it all away. You popped the bottle open and poured it into a red solo cup. You then started sipping on it while examining the people in the kitchen.

That’s when you met his gaze from across the room. He drank out of a beer bottle while staring at you. You wouldn’t… not with him. Not on Belly’s birthday. But Belky was occupied with her other friends, she wouldn’t notice if you disappeared.

Your eyes shot a look over to the stairs as you jerked your head over. He caught your gist and immediately stopped his conversation with the group he was talking to.

You couldn’t hear what he said to them, the word you could read off his lips was “bathroom”. You then snuck through the crowd and up the stairs. A minute or two later, he ran up the stairs to meet you at the top.

LAST SUMMER

You sat on the beach next to Conrad as the two of you stared out at the waves. “What’s it like…?” you asked, looking over at him.

He chuckled, “What’s what like?”

“You know… sophomore year.” You had been pretty nervous for your sophomore year, it was all you and Belly had talked about this summer. “Everyone says it’s way harder than freshman year and I’m really nervous.”

“Oh,” he smiled. He looked over at you, something about his blue eyes made your heart flutter. No, stop. This was your best friend’s crush. “Nah, it’s pretty much the same. Just have to take a couple APs and a few state tests.” He placed his hand on yours as he said, “You’ll be fine. You’re smart enough to make good decisions.”

Conrad then squeezed your hands. You felt a surge of electricity run up your arm and straight to your chest. You never realized how badly you wanted to hold his hand until now.

As the two of you sat there you thought about how wrong this felt. You had always felt this way about Conrad, you had always wanted to tell Belly, but she beat you to it. He always managed to give you an amazing feeling that you had to deny. Belly suggested you should get with Jeremiah since she thought he would be perfect for you, but you didn’t want to.

You always thought about Conrad. You thought about how cute he was, but it wasn’t just his cuteness either. Conrad really knew what he did and was confident in himself in ways no one ever had before.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” he scooted closer to you to the point where your shoulders touched.

You froze, “Uh, sure.”

Conrad sighed softly and leaned toward you, his breath tickling your ear. His words sent shivers down your spine. They sounded almost seductive. “I like you. Like, I think about you constantly. Like, sometimes I dream about you when I’m awake. Like, all the time.” He pulled away and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry if that was weird, I don’t normally say things like that.”

The world fell silent around you. Even though there was nothing but crashing waves, the air felt charged. You looked down to where your feet were buried in the cool early morning sand. You could feel the warm blush spread over your cheeks. You bit your lip nervously.

“I really like you too,” you finally breathed out. “But we can’t be together.” You couldn’t meet his eyes anymore. Not when you knew what kind of expression he was giving you. If you glanced up right now you would make you feel even more guilty.

“What do you mean?” he sounded confused. Obviously he was, he probably didn’t know rejection like this. That’s if you could even consider your answer rejection.

“Belly…”  you swallowed, your mouth feeling incredibly dry. The words stuck in your throat. Your thoughts raced, trying to conjure the sentence together. “She…she likes you. She’s liked you ever since she was 10. I can’t do this to her. It’ll hurt her”

Conrad was quiet for a moment. “I don’t care about that, I care about you, Y/N.” Your heart sank. “I want to at least try.”

There was another long pause. You felt the tension build between you. “No,” you whispered softly. “I don’t think we should.” You didn’t want to hurt Belly. You just felt so conflicted about this whole thing. You stood up, your hand fell out of his. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this to her.”

You walked back to the beach house, taking long and quick steps. He called your name repeatedly, but you didn’t listen. You were a better friend than that.

THE BEGINNING OF THIS SUMMER

“Y/N,” Belly said as she walked into your guys’ shared bedroom. “I need to tell you something.”

You looked up at her while taking a sip of your Coke. “What?” You placed the can down on the nightstand, kicking your feet as they hung off the bed.

She plopped down next to you and put her hands on your thigh. “Well,” she had an enlarged smile on her face as her cheeks flushed red. “You remember Cam, right?” You nodded your head which warranted her to say, “He asked me out on a date!”

You gasped, grabbing her hands quickly as you turned your body to face her. “Oh, my God!” The two of you squealed and bounced with joy. “Belly, this is huge! Your first date!”

Her eyes sparkled happily as she gushed about her date. Her excitement was contagious; you also couldn't stop smiling. “Yeah! I need you to help me pick out an outfit for tonight.”

Your smile then faded a bit, “Wait, date tonight? Bells, who am I gonna hang out with?”

She shrugged, “You can hang out with the boys while I’m gone. I think conrad’s staying in..”

Right, she doesn’t know. You sighed, looking away from her. You were on the fence of telling her about what happened last summer, but you couldn’t. Not when she was this happy.

You took a deep breath in and met her gaze again. “Alright, but you have to promise you’ll tell me everything when you get back.” You grabbed her shoulders and shook them excitedly.

“Ok, ok.” She laughed as she got up. “Now, help me pick something out!”

Later that night, you laid on her bed. She still wasn’t back and you were feeling lonely. Not just because Belly wasn’t here, but you wanted to be with Conrad. You had since last summer, you knew it was the right time to finally do so. Belly had a crush on someone who wasn’t Conrad. You knew what you had to do…

You had to talk to Conrad.

You rolled out of her bed and snuck down the hall to his bedroom. The rooms felt closer than usual as you lunged for his room. You held your fist up to knock, but you froze. You couldn’t move anything. There was an invisible force holding you in place. It felt like you were being held against your will.

The door swung open and there stood Conrad in front of you. He looked a little bit disheveled. His hair had fallen down, covering some of his face. “Oh, hey,” he said while looking down at you, running his fingers through his hair in an effort to fix it.  “Did you… uh… need something?” he stepped aside and motioned for you to come into his room.

“Yeah actually,” you replied quietly as you followed him in. He went over to his bed where he sat down, tuning his guitar. You sat down in the rolly chair by his desk and patted your hands against your thighs. After a few minutes, you cleared your throat. “Listen, I wanted to talk about last Summer.”

Conrad looked up from his guitar for a second. “Sure. What about it?”

You bit your lip nervously. “I think we should do it.”

His head snapped up. “What?”

“Belly’s going out with Cam now and she’s lost interest in you,”  you spoke slowly, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “And, well, I like the idea of being together.”

A nervous grin spread across his lips. “So we can do it?”

You nodded, “Yeah. We can do it, but only in secret.”

He smiled brightly, leaning his guitar against the wall. “Are you sure?” He asked, staring into your eyes intently.

“Positive,” you answered.

PRESENT

He lifted you by your waist onto the dresser before placing his lips on yours passionately. You felt every muscle in your stomach twitch. He kissed you deeply, making sure to pull you closer to him. As his fingers brushed against your chest, you gasped lightly.

Part of you felt guilty for hooking up with Conrad while Belly was just downstairs. Part of you felt angry for the way Belly ditched you to hang out with her “better friends”. Part of you felt scared that Belly would catch you two in the act of hooking up. Part of you liked the adrenaline that came from hooking up in secret. It made things more exciting between you and Conrad, and it sure as hell created more sexual tension.

As you pressed yourself closer to him, your hands found their way under his shirt. His skin was smooth and tanned. He hummed against your lips as your hands traced his skin.

He pulled away and quickly locked his lips onto your chin, leading down to your neck. His tongue trailed along it as he sucked lightly on a spot. You let out a small moan at the sensation. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch. You ran your fingers through his silk hair as he began to suck harder at your skin.

“Conrad…” you moaned, running your fingers through his hair again. He growled low. “Please,” you begged as you tugged gently at his hair. You tried to take control of the situation, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he took over.

You felt your mind slip into darkness for a few moments as you felt him press kisses to the side of your neck. His hands then moved to your breasts, caressing them gently. Your body jolted at the unexpected pleasure.

His hands were warm against your skin as they rubbed up and down the sides of your breasts slowly. His breath huffed against your neck as he began sucking hard. His teeth lightly grazed the skin causing your entire body to shake.

“What the fuck?” a voice yelled. You opened your eyes as Conrad quickly let go of you. Belly stood there with her mouth wide open, her eyebrows lowered as she stared at you two. “Y/N, are you fucking serious?!”

Conrad was frozen in fear. “Belly, let me explain!” You quickly hopped off the counter and approached her.

“You’re hooking up with Conrad?!” she yelled.

Conrad glanced down at you, “I think I should…”

“No! You’re staying right there!” She pointed at him as she cut him off. “Y/N, were you going to tell me?”

“I-I wanted to tell you earlier, but you were too happy talking about Cam,” you stuttered. “I didn’t want to hurt you by telling you!”

She scoffed, “You wanna know what hurts? You hooking up with Conrad to begin with!”

Your jaw tightened as you glared at her. “It shouldn’t matter now! You’re gonna end up dating Cam anyways!” You were starting to get upset as she stood in front of you with her arms crossed.

Her eyebrows raised in anger. “Don’t bring Cam into this! You know exactly why I don’t want you hooking up with Conrad.” She stared at you as she saw your expression turn even more guilty.

She noticed as Conrad turned his attention away from her. “You fucking told him, didn’t you?” You stayed silent, just staring at her. She scoffed, “Of course you did.” She let in a long inhale, she was on the verge of tears.

She shook her head as she paced around the room. You had never seen her this hurt before, you didn’t know how to react. She took in a long inhale. “How long…?” She turned to face you. “How long have you been hooking up?”

You frowned, “We started hooking up the night you left with Cam...”

She walked toward you while grasping onto her hair like she could pull it out. “Is this some kind of sick joke?!” Her voice cracked at the end as her fists clenched at her sides. “Why?! Why would you do this to me?!”

You flinched. “I like him, Belly. He likes me.”

“Oh yeah?” She was crying now, from a mixture of sadness or anger. “You’re dead to me…” She made her way to the door to leave.

“Belly,” you called out to her. “You don’t mean that…”

Her eyes flickered back towards you, “We both know I fucking mean it.” She turned and slammed the bedroom door shut.

You stood there, tears falling down your face as you turned to face Conrad. You could see the hurt and regret in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. He seemed hesitant to say anything.

When he finally decided to speak, he sounded almost ashamed. “This wasn’t my intention.” He looked away from you then.

You walked up to him and hugged him tightly. “I know…” You sighed, “Belly’s just heart broken.” You cried harder, “I’m such a bad friend!”

“Don’t say that” His arms snaked themselves around your waist as you buried your face in his shoulder. “I hate that this is how she finds out about us.”

“Me too,” you sobbed. This whole thing was a mistake. Not telling Belly was a mistake. You should’ve just been honest. Conrad rubbed his hand up and down your back as you cried. “I wanna go home…”

“I can drive you back to the beach house,” Conrad suggested.

“No,” you looked up at him. “I want to go home.”

#conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher #conrad fisher smut #conrad fisher x reader #secret dating #getting caught #smut fanfiction #angst imagine

[cute-sucker]

irregular heartbeat

[31.3.2024]

note: erm, so i wrote this. idk how i feel about it...(if u find the taylor swift reference u will forever have my love) words: 1.8k warnings: drinking, swearing, heavy angst, slightly dark!rafe, toxic relationship

dating rafe cameron in secret was supposed to be fine.

it was supposed to be easy. you never passed his way on the island, and when you did he was his gang.

the kooks.

each one had a rich family and shit ton of daddy issues. kelce, a cold fish, topper, the charming one and rafe…the deadly one. the one that you were supposed to stay away from.

you were independent even out of school. your parents had needed help with two younger siblings. you went you fended for yourself, taking your sister to soccer practice and coming to your brother's plays. you had a one-track mindset. that was staying clear of trouble.

oh boy, but when rafe came in. a smirk on his face, sunglasses glinting in the sun, and a groggy voice that made you want to rethink all of your decisions.

some said trouble followed him, while others disagreed calling him the root of all the problems.

you never expected to fall into his clutches. your family had been dirt poor and you were on a scholarship to kook academy, passing with flying colors. you were ready now to graduate with your hands closing on the degree, and finally run away from figure eight forever.

yet it wasn't school where you met him.

it was when you had been dropping off your sister when he set his eyes on you. you were supposed to start a new life, but somehow you liked the way he offered you a new breath of air.

you liked the danger, and the intrigue surrounding him, and you liked doing something dangerous. you had always been reliable, you had always been the one to hang around your friends telling them it was time for you to go home.

you'd always been the straight a' student, good girl, and now you smiled back at him and that smirk spread on his face you left excited.

it was almost as if he understood you. it was the way he liked your sweet smile, always giving you time. he understood your hardships and shared some of his own - telling you about his difficult relationship with his father, running to get your coffee, and at one point holding you so tightly during the times you were like you were going to fall apart.

then he had asked you out. you felt like you were living the dream, retracing his freckles at night, and feeling the way he smiled at you. he was everything at you. you would never admit it, but even your sister had caught on.

her 10-year-old mind saw you lingering on rafe cameron, and she gave you a sly smile, telling you that you deserved it.

you liked that.

you liked the sweetness and the venerability that he brought out in you. you liked the way his arms could fold you, and the way you felt so safe. you liked the way he smiled at you in the morning after you stayed. this sweetness in the venerable laziness with his arms spread out and you could feel the steady beat of his heart.

dependable.

trustworthy.

lovable.

he was like a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

rafe cameron was a whirl of emotions. an unpredictable hurricane that came quietly and viciously. you hated the clear lies you heard in his voice and the way he drank to death. the bottle was attached to him, and his eyes were harsh, with his words even harsher.

no longer could you see the race that you loved.

you felt abandoned. all of sudden, it felt like everything was falling apart, as you tried to take care of everyone forgetting about yourself.

you'd cry and cry like you had never had before. your knees held up to your chest, and this fear, this constant fear followed you everywhere because you loved him. god, you loved him, desperately to the point of damming everything you had.

and you swore you had lost everything until he'd let you curl into your lap and he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear. then you'd believe everything was going to be okay.

but here you were again, beer bottle tilted drinking every drop, while you aimlessly swayed to the beat as the party music blared. you felt weightless, died yet so alive at the same time. you were supposed to be placed.

yet you were dwindling to nothing because of rafe cameron.

he had told you were his love, his one and only, and yet he had just ignored you, pretending not to know you.

you wanted to scream.

in all honestly you always felt like crying, and then telling his friends what was going on. you were fucking 17 years old, and you were supposed to be out of this phase. out of this phase where you craved being a teenage dirtbag.

no, now you felt like a dirty secret as if he didn't want people to know that he was dating a filthy pogue on the other side of the island. he was ashamed of you.

these thoughts swirled in your head with no stop, and you felt more your hands shake and eyes blur with tears, as you tipped a bottle to your mouth. the more you thought about the situation, the more beer you drowned.

and all of a sudden you danced, your body in sync with the music, and you were next to the bonfire, too close, so warm. maybe you should take something off, it was way too warm, as you stumbled to get your top off.

suddenly you felt someone helping you.

topper.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked, drawing you away from the fire. you squirmed away from him, as your cup fell to the ground.

"'m fine, why?" you gulped down your drink with enthusiasm, "you know you should tell your friend to fuck off. he's an asshole." you sputtered out, trying to sit down only to lose your footing completely.

topper caught you in time.

"maybe you should stop-" he muttered, gently guiding your cup away from you. you felt like you shouldn't let him take your cup yet your hands wandered aimlessly in his direction.

"i'm a complete loser," you hiccouped, as you sat on the ground. "i'm in love with him. i'm in love with rafe fucking cameron."

topper raised an eyebrow, nodding silently as if he had heard this before.

then you found yourself sniffing sadly, and felt more confused. "why are you even listening to me babble? you don't even know me."

your tight minidress was slipping up your thighs, and you saw him glance before catching himself.

he laughed at your comment, almost as if he was surprised himself. "i don't know. all i know is that you seem familiar," he confessed, cracking a confused smile. you couldn't help but laugh just a little.

he was nice.

"seriously top, seducing a pogue? couldn't find other good fucks?" a dark voice drawled.

you turned to face the half-obscured face in the darkness. it was rafe, hat turned backwards, anger flickering in his eyes, an eerie expression on his face.

"shut up rafe," topper shot back, rolling his eyes. he looked amused almost as if he was enjoying this exchange of words.

you glared at rafe, placing your hands on your thighs. "maybe i should go fuck someone. i feel like it, y'know?"

rafe snapped to look at you.

you got up, sudden bravado in your heart. "you know what? i'd rather fuck anyone here then-"

his eyes.

that was what stopped you in your tracks. it was the fact that there was something so murderous, and you could tell that he was warning. yet you didn't want to stop. you wished he could drown in the ocean, or just leave you.

he let out a mirthless laugh, and then stepped closer to you, "let's talk.''

it wasn't a request, but you stepped closer to him, watching the way his breath hitched, and the way his hand itched to pull down the short dress you had on.

you stepped so close, it looked as if you were going to kiss him. you found yourself feeling cruel.

"stay away from me, rafe.," you whispered, and then walked away from him. but you knew that he wouldn't let you go without a fight, as he relentlessly followed you across the bonfire.

"talk to me," and then before you knew it topper was gone, and the two of you were shoved into a dark corner. you saw other couples making out, but none of them could care less about your presence.

his eyes searched for something in yours. he was so close, his heat rubbed off you and you waited for him to say anything.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he hissed, "what happened right there," he whispered, and he looked so concerned you wanted to break right there in front of him.

"you. you're what happened. you're breaking me." you breathed out, hot tears streaming down your face, and his grip on your arm got even tighter.

you gasped at the pain, and he quickly let go of your hand. he had hurt you, and he was-

"i-" he murmured, and then tried to draw you closer to his chest, "i love you. you know i would never hurt you."

you shook your head, as you sobbed. yet when he opened his arms you flew into them. he stroked your hair and buried his head in his chest.

"somethings wrong," you mumbled and he gently tilted your head to get a good look at you. you could barely understand the look on his face. he was so unpredictable.

"you've had too much to drink, darling."

then he kissed your forehead so gently, that a tear escaped your face. he was kissing all of your bruises and you would let him do anything to you.

"i missed you, you're gone all the time," you told him, latching onto his arm.

"i'm right here," he assured you, and you shook your head.

"no, no."

he wouldn't get it.

you closed your eyes, his ache in his heart growing. you could hear his heartbeat, and no longer did he sound steady. instead, it was irregular. you wanted to believe he was the same rafe cameron you fell in love with, but sometimes. . .

sometimes you couldn't even recognise him.

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[chenuaswriting]

secret relationship situations

by @chenuaswriting

(feel free to change the pronouns!! in my lovergirl era gdshuajd)

'coincidentally' wearing matching fits

holding hands under the table

people keep on flirting with him but it's okay, he's gonna come home to me anyway

secretly pulling them in a dark corner/room (ikykwim)

dude/bro but romantically

"I think our friends are getting a little suspicious of why we're hanging out all the time."

accidentally calling them 'babe' and playing it off by being sarcastic

"oh my god can the both of you please stop acting like a couple?" "as if we aren't." "WHAT?"

"so suspicious, why are you guys teaming up?"

"i kind of don't want us to be a secret anymore,"

#chenua prompts #prompt list #fluff #otp prompts #romance prompts #secret dating

[luvsturniolo]

hey girl i love ur stuff, do u think u could do a Matt imagine where the triplets are filming a baking video or smthn with the reader. There's a lot of speculation of whether Matt and reader are dating (idm if they're together yet or not) and reader minorly burns their hand or smthn and Matt makes a b-line to reader to comfort them? thanks ily<3

— ★ !! speculation

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : desc is explained in the req !!

a/n : girl i'm SO sorry that this took forever. my inbox is literally so confusing & it stresses me out so bad to look at ; i need to organize it asap ! anyway im sorry this took so long, ur req got burried under a ton of others

anyway , i hope u like this bc u deserve it after waiting so long 😭 also, i'm trying a slighty different format for my posts (its so subtle idek if u guys will notice but i love it so wtv 🤞🤞)

wc : 1.8k

for the past few months, you and matt have been acting a bit differently on camera. normally, the two of you make an effort to stay decently apart so none of the his fans will notice that you're dating.

you've been friends with the triplets since middle school and you show up in their videos all the time. but last summer, matt finally asked you to be his girlfriend. you guys agreed to keep your relationship off the internet and since then, you two have been trying your absolute best to avoid eachother while on camera.

but it's harder than it sounds to keep a distance from the one you love. all you want to do it hold his hand, rest your head on his shoudler, or hug him. but you can't. and it drives you fucking crazy.

this morning, nick texted you and asked if you wanted to come over to film a baking video with them. seeing as you had nothing better to do, you happily agreed.

nick explained that you would be the one blindfolded. he and his brothers would be normal — able to speak, see, and hear freely. you were a bit nervous at first, knowing how horrible you are at baking. but you still agreed to film the video because you know their fans have been begging for you to participate in one of their cooking videos for years.

you're currently in the kitchen with matt as he sets out all the ingredients that will be used. across the room, nick is setting up the camera so you guys can film in a few minutes. chris is in his bedroom, searching for the bandana he set out for you.

"got it!" chris shouts excitedly as he rushes into the kitchen, waving the hot pink bandana around in the air.

you laugh at the sight of its bright colors before asking, "why the hell did you casually had that laying around your room?"

"don't worry about it." he responds, trying to be mysterious and dramatic.

he hands the bandana to you and you place it over your eyes. you wrap it around your head and end up fumbling with the ends of it, unable to tie it blindly. you sigh with annoyance but continue to struggle, too determined to ask for help.

suddenly you feel someone place their hands on top of yours. you immediately recognize them to be matt's. his fingertips are cold but his palms are warm, causing chills to wash over your skin like an ocean wave.

"you don't need to be so independent all the time," he tells you softly. "it's okay to ask for help every once in a while."

you feel his hands leave yours — meaning the bandana is tied. you turn around and blindly reach your hands up to find his face. you feel your hands graze his jaw and you smile, feeling the stubble of his beard brush against your skin.

you tip your head up and reach to kiss him. however, seeing as you can't see, you end up missing his mouth and kissing the corner of his lips. you feel his mouth pull upward with a smile before he moves his head to the side so you can kiss him correctly.

"i need to make this worth it." he says against your mouth. he pulls away to speak, but you lean forward to chase his lips. "i won't be able to kiss you until after the video is finished."

"then quit wasting your time talking and kiss me." you say. you feel his chest shake with an airy chuckle before he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer against him, reconnecting your mouths to kiss you again.

"guys, what the fuck?" you hear nick's voice call out from across the kitchen. "you've been making out for the past three minutes."

"yeah," chris's voice agrees. it sounds like he's standing in the doorway. "we were trying to be nice and let you have your moment, but you just won't stop kissing."

matt lets go of your hips with a sigh. "whatever, let's get this over with."

"woah, kid!" chris exclaims dramatically. you can hear his voice move and his footsteps get louder as he makes his way over to where you and matt are standing in front of the counter. "don't sound too excited."

as unbelievable as this sounds, matt doesn't actually hate filming. he actually loves making videos for his channel. if he didn't, he would not be doing it as a job. what he hates is being away from you.

he's the literal definition of clingy. and you're like the exhausted mom who has to put up with his tantrums whenever you're torn apart.

"okay, the camera is set up." nick announces. "i'm gonna start recording, so get your coupley-ness over with so we can film."

it's kind of crazy how casual it's become for everyone to work around yours and matt's secret relationship. his brothers respect your guys' decision to stay private and they help you guys hide it from the media. it genuinely means a lot to you to know how supportive chrtis and nick are — even though they like to make jokes and tease matt for his clinginess.

"hey guys!" nick says to the camera. “today, y/n is going to be blind baking some santa-shaped cookies since it’s almost christmas!”

you can hear nick walk over to where everyone else is standing. he continues to talk to the camera when you feel matt’s knuckles brush against the small of your back — where the camera can’t see.

you smile, enjoying the physical touch. but you know how risky it is for him to do things like that. if you start blushing or acting weird on camera, the fans will easily put the pieces together and realize what it means. so you shift a little, causing matt’s hand to fall off your back and back to his side.

"okay," you hear nick's voice say. you jump at how close he is now.

"oh my fuck, nick!" you shout, turning to glare at him — hoping you're looking in the right direction. "you scared the absolute shit out of me!"

"i'm not nick." chris says.

you turn in the opposite direction and tilt your head dramatically, waiting for nick to apologize for scaring you. but instead of an apology, you hear matt say "i'm not nick either. sorry."

you huff out a scoff and turn to the last remaining direction where nick could be. this time you were finally glaring at the correct triplet.

you hear matt laugh from beside you and your stomach twists into a knot.

since you can't see, the rest of your senses have been heightened — meaning you're hyperaware of the sound of your boyfriend's laugh. everything in you is tempted to kiss and hold him and tell him how much you love him.

but. you. cant.

"as i was saying," nick continues, "matt set out all the ingredients before we started recording. so, everything is on the counter in front of you, y/n."

you nod in response, happily beginning your task. the first portion of the video is calm and kind of relaxing. you listen to the triplets' commands as you grab and pour random things into random bowls. honestly, you've lost track of what step you're on. it feels like you're just going through the movements of baking cookies rather than actually cooking a meal.

chris and nick have no problem with holding your hands or wrists to point you in the right direction. but matt? he hasn't touched you at all. he still talks to you and helps out when it's needed, but you both know better than to touch.

due to matt's intense clinginess, it's safest to stay apart. if not, nick will end up cutting out a large portion of the video where matt has to be pried off of you (it's happened before).

"now, you need to put the cookie tray in the oven." nick tells you. from the sound of his voice, you can tell that he's reading instructions off the back of the cookie box. you hear him set the box on the counter before he continues. "while you do that, i'll put the dirty dishes in the sink; chris will clean the counters so you can decorate the cookies when they're done; and matt can make sure you don't catch the house on fire."

"alright." you agree with the plan. you reach forward to grab the tray of cookies. you pat thepalm of your hands on the countertop, trying to find the metal board. but you can't find it. "what the fuck?" you mutter, knowing it was just right here.

"right here," matt's voice murmers against the shell of your ear. he reaches over you, his chest pressed against your back. you hear the cookies slide agianst the counter before you feel the cool material of the tray touch your hands.

you clear your throat awkwardly, trying not to think about him too much. "thanks."

"mhm," he hums. as he stands up straight, the warmth of his chest leaves your back and you're left feeling cold and empty without his presence.

you mimick his actions by standing up straight. you then carry the tray in your hands as you walk around the island to where you know the stove is. you're about to set the tray down to open the oven, but you hear someone come up behind you. matt tells you to just hold still and he'll open it for you.

you do as he says and wait for him to open the oven door. when you hear it unlatch, you reach down to slide the tray onto the rack.

apparently, you miscalculated the distance between you and the oven. because just as you were going to set the tray down, you felt a sharp pain in the knuckles of your pinky finger.

"fuck!" you shout in pained breath before dropping the tray to the ground.

"what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?" matt rushes out a string of questions, immediately taking your hand into his. he twists and turns it, examining the injury.

"yeah, i'm fine." you tell him. "i shouldn't have dropped the tray like that, it was kinda dramatic."

you hear him sigh, "what did i tell you? it's okay to ask for help."

"i didn't think i needed it." you tell him, dropping your voice to a whisper as you tell him your next concern. "plus, you might wanna get away from me. we're still filming."

"fuck the video, y/n." he says, pulling you into a hug. he holds you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "you mean way more to me than a bit of speculation."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose @lea0518

#luvsturniolo!! #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #baking #secret dating #privte not secret #youtuber #youtube #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #lover boy

[galahadwilder]

Sometimes I don’t want fake dating, sometimes I want secret dating, where Adrien and Marinette are pretending not to be together but they’re really bad at it

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #original content #adrinette #secret dating

[buddieswhvre]

Okay but hear me out what if Buddie are secretly dating and Chimney accidentally sees them. Now of course Chimney would want to rush and tell everyone, but somehow Buck and Eddie convince him to keep it a secret. But what he doesn't know is that Maddie, Hen, Karen, Bobby, and Athena also know and they are supposed to keep it a secret as well. Meanwhile Buck and Eddie are having the time of their life because they have "accidentally" told everyone about their relationship and promised them to keep it a secret. Maybe they have a betting pool as to who will break first? Idk this is just a scene in my head and I can't stop laughing about it.

#buck and eddie #buck x eddie #911 abc #buddie #eddie diaz #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 fandom #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #secret dating #except it's not #workplace romance #911 crack #crack fic

[archiveofpiaandkathi]

Harry, being late for potion class, mumbling: Why does everything smell like Malfoy?

Ron, sightly lost: mate…

Hermione, quietly: Harry, todays lesson is amortentia…

Harry: Oh…

Draco, a row behind them, afraid that Harry just spilled their little secret by accident: Oh no!

#archiveofpiaandkathi #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy #drarry #incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #harry potter blog #hogwarts era #amortentia #secret dating

[randxmthxughts]

Heaven in Hiding - Ao'nung x Metkayina!Reader (secret dating)

summary: ao'nung and you have been hiding your relationship for some time now but there comes a moment when you want more than that

contains: aged up characters, fluff, secret dating / secret lovers trope

wc: 1.5k

a/n: finally writing for thiiis boiii, and even though i know he can be an asshole, i'm convinced that ao'nung would be soft for his gf. had to take a brief break from the tsu'tey series to write this oneshot. also ignore if this doesn't read smoothly, i wrote it in a few hours and barely edited it, but i will fix everything tomorrow

masterlist

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Ao’nung tried hard not care about the way his friends’ eyes lit up when you gently smiled at them while passing. The way he would rarely catch glimpses of you around the village, running around with fishnets and baskets, hands always occupied with work. The way you brushed the hair out of your face and kept a polite smile, working hard alongside the elders to prove your usefulness. It was only when you would lock eyes with his and give him a knowing smile, in those fleeting moments between your tasks, that his heart would flutter. It reminded him that he shouldn't let himself become consumed by worry over your busy schedule. Because no matter how hectic things got, he would always have you in his arms, all to himself, after the eclipse.

The two of you were bouncing around each other like dancing flames, flickering in the darkness where no one else could see. Each stolen moment, every brief touch, and knowing glance sent your heart into your stomach, making your love for him burn bright like the sun. It was a private affair that you both treasured and had agreed to keep a secret for a while. Ao'nung wanted to avoid the pressure from his parents, while you wanted to establish yourself in the clan first, without being associated with the future Olo'eyktan.

The intensity of your feelings for each other caught both of you by surprise, because everything started out slowly. So slow that you had a hard time believing it when Ao’nung had first approached you. He had been eyeing you from afar for years then, unsure of what exactly it was about you that had been captivating him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And while he wasn’t a coward, even he couldn’t explain why it had taken him so long to finally ask you for a late-night walk one day. Ao’nung never planned for the moment to be so private, but when you accepted his courting gift with a warm embrace, and he melted in your arms, he realized that he never wanted to share that glimpse of him with anyone else but you.

You stepped softly and cautiously towards the hidden, peaceful spot that Ao’nung and you had been meeting at almost every night. Your eyes scanned the area, and there he was standing tall, already waiting for you. It wasn’t long till you slipped up behind him, hugging him from the back and pressing your cheek against his skin as hard as you could. His hands were quick to find yours and caress them, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“Finally,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Ao’nung turned around to return your embrace, his eyes taking you in so adoringly, as if he was seeing you for the first time. Your mind was already clouded, when his thumb traced the contour of your lips, before leaning down to kiss you. You had shared countless kisses before but every time it felt exciting. Warm.

“I missed you,” you murmured with a sigh.

Ao’nung smiled knowingly, eyes sparkling with a twinkle of delight when he heard you say those words. It wasn’t long before he had you laid out on the warm sand then, pressing soft kisses to your skin, hands memorizing every curve of your body. You sighed with a mixture of pleasure and disappointment, when you had to interrupt him.

“I have to help father early in the morning,” you said, pulling him out of your intoxicating presence, “I need to go home earlier tonight.”

It wasn’t hard to miss the way Ao’nung’s expression shifted with a twinge of pain. Trying to hide it, he trapped you underneath him, resting his head on your chest. You chuckled in disbelief.

“Seriously?” you teased, nudging him. 

“It’s too soon for you to leave,” he muttered, hugging you even tighter.

“Ao’nung,” you pressed with a firmer tone.

With a heavy sigh, he turned his face up to look at you, his chin digging uncomfortably in between your ribcage. 

“Promise to stay longer tomorrow?”

"Only if you promise me something else in return," you said, smirking at him. He perked up in curiosity.

“Anything for you, yawne.”

“I want you to be nicer to your sister. She’s only rooting for you.”

Ao'nung's confusion deepened as he tried to recall when he had interacted with his sister in front of you. He was completely unaware of the fact that you had witnessed their small banter earlier in the day.

"What? How do you even know?" Ao'nung sat up, his brow furrowed in puzzlement.

"Well, because I watch you," you replied with a gentle smile.

"When?" he asked, the deep wrinkle between his eyebrows becoming more pronounced. You reached out to flatten it out with a soft touch.

"Whenever I can.”

But instead of finding your confession amusing or flattering, Ao’nung turned even more somber.

“You should be more careful with that,” he shook his head.

“But I am always careful,” you protested, “What’s wrong?”

"I know you're careful, yawne… but the elderly are very observant,” Ao'nung's expression grew more concerned as he spoke, “I've noticed them staring at me more than usual lately. Maybe we should keep away from each other for the next few days." 

You pursed your lips together, realizing that your confession had inadvertently created a rift between you and Ao’nung. Even if you knew that his concerns were justified, it still left a sour taste in your mouth. But you didn't want to cause any trouble for him, so you only nodded in agreement.

“I’m sorry, you know this hurts me just as much,” he cupped your cheek gently, “We don’t want to get caught and ruin everything.”

“Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if someone knew,” you whispered, but as soon as the words left your lips, you regretted them. 

“Who do you want to tell?” his eyes widened at you, and you hastily tried to backtrack.

“No one, nevermind.”

“Y/N, we had an agreement, remember?” Ao’nung reminded you gently, “As long as we don’t hide anything from each other, our love will only grow stronger."

Feeling like a child getting disciplined by their parent, you nodded reluctantly.

“Now tell me who you wanted to tell about us.”

“My mom,” you let out a long sigh, expecting his immediate rejection.

“Why her?” Ao’nung looked genuinely curious, instead of guilty for letting you down.

“Because she’s worried about me. It’s been two years since entering my adulthood, yet I have not chosen a mate. She doesn’t know that my heart is already taken, so she has been pushing me lately to begin courting… And I don't have a reason to reject her wishes."

Ao’nung felt silent for a moment and lowered his gaze to the sand, lost in thought. You watched him anxiously, already regretting bringing up the topic to him. Ao’nung felt uneasy by the thought of other men courting you and vying for your attention. And the idea of your family rooting for someone else but him was becoming almost too much to bear.

“Okay, let’s do it,” he finally said, looking up at you with a smile.

“You’d let me tell her?” you squealed in surprise, “I promise my mother will be happy for us!”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” he shook his head.

“What did you mean then? You don’t want me to tell her?” you frowned, wondering if you had misinterpreted his words.

“No… what I mean is, I'm ready to tell everyone how much I love you,” Ao’nung leaned forward, resting his palms on your waist, “I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want the whole world to know.”

You stared at him in amazement, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden racing in your chest.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into your voice.

“Absolutely,” he confirmed with a genuine smile, “As long as you wish for it too.”

“I do,” you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in the past weeks. 

“I love you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you.

The moment felt like an eternity as your lips molded together in a soft and gentle kiss. Eventually, you pulled away, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“So, what’s the plan?” 

“Well, first things first,” he said, grinning mischievously, “I’m going to ask your parents to set you up with the Olo'eyktan’s son."

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taglist (sorry babes, i know most of you wanted to be tagged for tsu'tey but i can't edit the taglist just for this one oneshot):

@bigdikzaddy @awriana @scarletrosesposts @abbersreads @mechformers @my-love-of-books @avatarbyamara @robin-the-enby @netemoon @minjix @nilrilie @jakes-babygirl @grierpilots @suntizme @jakesully-sbabygirl @lovedbychoii @live-laugh-neteyam @jakesullylongjuiscyshlong

#ao'nung #ao'nung x y/n #ao'nung imagine #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x you #ao'nung x metkayina!reader #ao'nung fanfiction #ao'nung fluff #ao'nung one shot #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #avatar the way of water fanfiction #atwow #atwow ao'nung #avatar ao'nung #avatar fanfiction #forbidden romance #secret dating #secret dating trope #ao'nung x fem!reader #ao'nung x metkayina reader #au #fanfiction #avatar 2

[urfriendlywriter]

Secret Dating Prompts:

(feel free to use! 3rd and 5th prompt, tag meee if you writeee it I'd love to readd)

"I like you." A mumbles, almost scared to admit. B absently reaches for A's hand on the railing, a smile forming on their lips. "Can we really do this? Nobody must know-" A throws B's hands on their shoulders, pulling them by their waist. "You and I know, and I think that's--that's more than enough, love."

A keeps biting their lips and B's had enough. They pull A into an empty room, shutting the door and pressing A against it. Outside the door were their families. "Scream and let everyone know who you belong to or keep it hush, baby."

When A and B are pushed into the dance circle, they dance together. A swirls B in their arms, dipping them and bringing them back in a tighter embrace. "Do you think they'll notice if I sneak a kiss?"

"We can't be together, A. You'll end up getting hurt." "I'm with you because I choose to be. Don't you have trust in us?"

A and B starts getting a bit hot in the store-room. When the door suddenly swings open, revealing B's mother, B throws a tomato at A and snaps, "Gosh, I hate him/her!" before walking out with an eye roll. The mother is, well, not suprised.

"When do you want to reveal about us?" "Whenever you want to, my love."

A notices B being sad and immediately asks them what's going on. B takes A's hands in theirs, placing a kiss on top of A's knuckles, B says, "I'm sorry you're hiding us from the people you care about." A's heart is being stolen by B's love and A is a melting poodle, "I'm willing to wait for you, my love."

A tucks B's hair behind their ear, as B cuddles closer to A, and sighs. "Should we.. become official?" A's eyes softens, as they place a kiss on B's head, "I'll love that, baby."

#dialogue prompts #prompts #romance writing #imagine your otp #otp prompts #romance prompts writing #romance tropes #writeblr #writer prompts #writing #secret dating #secret dating prompts #shy prompts #soft dialogue prompts

[mydairpercabeth]

MY PLATONIC FRIEND HERE

#so platonic #just buds #and they were roommates #rina #ricky x gina #ricky and gina #SECRET DATING #I KNEW THEY WOULD BE BAD AT IT #ricky bowen #gina porter #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #high school musical

[karihighman]

when you want to hold hands but you’re at work: a Chenford thing 👐😅 {sneak peek}

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #their hands #subtle touches #they’re not subtle #😏 #sneak peek #the rookie 5x12 #secret dating #chenford is canon

[chenford24-7]

Honestly, I think Grey is messing with Tim and Lucy. After all these years and moments between them he’s witnessed himself he has to know something more is there between them. I can see him asking them to talk to Aaron because they’ve both ridden with him but why not ask Nolan to talk to Celina since he is her TO… Also, someone on Twitter pointed out, Grey mentioned “spending 12 hrs a day together” Aaron and Celina have never ridden together but I know two people that have. 😏🤣 also after getting the shit scared out of them Chenford still going on that first date… “some things matter more” we’ll see how this goes I want a Chenford secret dating era for at least and episode!!

#chenford #secret dating #lucy chen #Tim Bradford #the rookie #love them both

[silverameco]

do you guys have fic recs where wolfstar are dating in secret while they're in Hogwarts ?

#please #this is a need #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x remus lupin #dead gay wizards #fic request #secret dating #fanfic #marauders fanfiction #ao3

[ginnyw-potter]

Mistletoe Written for @hinnymicrofic, prompt 16: Holiday (481 words)

Harry walked into the living room of the Burrow with a box of ornaments to decorate the tree. 

“Lovely holiday, Christmas, don’t you think?” George said. 

“It may be my favourite,” Harry agreed, setting down the box. 

He walked back to the door to get the other box when he suddenly found himself glued to the spot. He immediately turned his head to glare at George, who smiled innocently. 

“I am telling you, someone nicked our box of garlands– Oh,” Ginny said as she almost walked into Harry. 

“Just in time,” George said cheerily. 

Ginny tried to walk forward but couldn’t move either. She almost fell onto Harry but managed to keep her balance. With much glee, George pointed upward and the pair looked up. Harry found they were standing under the mistletoe. He groaned. 

Ron came down the stairs and raised his eyebrows. “Uhm, what’s happening?” 

“I am convinced they are secretly dating these days so I thought I’d put that to the test. All the mistletoe needs is a little smooch.”

Ginny cleared her throat. “A little smooch?” She chuckled. “Let’s see what mum thinks of this.”

“Not so fast,” George said. “Because I am not releasing that charm unless you kiss and do you really want mum to witness that?” He grinned. “Poor mummy may get her hopes up.”

“That’s low, George,” Harry said. He sighed.”What do we need to do to get this charm to release?” 

George looked a little disappointed that he asked but answered. “Arms around each other, eyes closed and it will take… an undetermined amount of time.” 

Harry finally met Ginny’s eyes. She sighed and nodded. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Oof, that’s cold, sister,” George said. 

Ginny was about to retort but Harry went ahead and pulled her closer, his arms sweeping around her. Her arms came around his neck. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, careful not to do anything more than that. He counted in his head until he thought it was long enough and released Ginny. 

He was relieved to find out that he was free to move again. 

“Wait, are you guys seriously not dating?” George asked at the lack of passion. 

Ginny was blushing as she responded. “No. And you know I will get you back for this.” She turned around. “I am going to look for those garlands again, before you come up with another stupid idea.” 

Harry fiddled around with the first box, stalling for a bit and then followed her to the shed to pick up another box. 

“Found it yet?” he asked. 

She shook her head and looked at him. “No… Do you really think he knows?” 

“Well, if he suspected anything, he won’t now. That was the lamest kiss you’ve ever given me,” he said with a grin. 

She smirked. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

#secret dating #hinnymicrofic #hinny #fic #christmas

[behindthescenesoftaylor]

You might be a girl, but you’re my girl.

Cartman X Reader

Summary: you and cartman have a secret relationship and he has a weird way of trying to hide it.

600 words

Here we were again.

You sat down with the girls, a lunch tray sitting infront of you. Today you were being served sloppy joes, but you didn’t eat that, just the delicious fruit served on the side.

From the side of your eye, you could see the boys, Stan, Kenny, Kyle, butters. Eric.

You but your lip anxiously while side-eyeing him. Right now he was going on about something, something you couldn’t hear because of all the chatter around you.

You looked back down at the sloppy-joes that sat untouched, i mean, it shouldn’t go to waste

Eric stopped his normal ranting when he saw you approaching, a light blush settling on his chubby cheeks. We're you about to expose you guys?! What would the boys say, what would they think of him- suddenly a plate was gently placed onto the table infront of him.

“Here, cartman, I’m not eating it so i figured you would want it!”

His normal smirk dropped into a line. He was trying his best to look like his annoyed, normal self.

“You sure he needs more?” Kyle snickered, a few other laughs erupted.

“AYE.” Cartman yelled, looking from the tray to the ginger boy.

You awkwardly pursed your lips and rocked back and forth on your feet.

“Are you sure you didn’t plant any of your girl-cooties in this?” He questioned, a small, fake laugh erupting from his throat. Though, despite his fake play he was putting on for the boys, he couldn’t help but look up to you, still a light blush on his cheeks.

“Cooties aren’t real, Eric.” You crossed your arms. Oh shit- you called him Eric. “I- i mean cartman.” You coughed.

“Of course a girl would say that.” He teased.

“Look, do you want the sloppy Joe or not!?” You asked, fed up.

He just scoffed and slid the tray further towards him. With that you smiled and walked back to the girls table, a couple of confused faces meeting you.

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After the bell you began to walk towards class when a meaty arm pulled you inside of the janitors closet.

“That was very reckless of you, we could of got caught!” Cartman freaked, his hand still gripping your arm, but not enough to hurt.

“I just gave you a sandwich, cartman” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You then smiled, deciding to tease him to get revenge from earlier. You leaned into a kiss before quickly pulling back before your lips could meet.

“Oh wait- i have cooties! I cant kiss you!” You dramatically gasped, the back of your hand touched your forehead and you made that dramatic motion that people make. “I’m so sorry for touching you with my cooties!”

“Babbeeeee” he whined, sloppily grabbing onto your waist. You tried to pull back but his grip got tighter, he backed you up onto the wall before kissing your exposed neck. Let’s just say your v line was helping very much.

“Eric- we can’t- i don’t want to spread my cooties!” You said, your lips turning upwards into a small smile. He continued to kiss upwards, a kis on your neck, jawline, cheek, and then he stopped right before the lips.

“You might be a disgusting girl, but you're my disgusting girl.” He muttered, before finally connecting his needy lips with yours. One hand was on your waist and the other was tangled up with your hair as you both continued with the passionate makeout session.

Suddenly the door rattled and quickly opened. The two of you quickly disconnected, drool was still connecting you two though.

Kyle stood there with a shocked expression, his mouth agape.

“What- the fuck.”

#southpark reader #south park #sp eric #fluff #eric cartman #cartman x reader #sp cartman #south park cartman #kyle brovlofski #south park oneshots #female reader #afab reader #secret dating #c