"Just... don't replace me completely, okay? Maybe you can have more than one friend. Like... me, and then other people who are secondary. Tertiary friends, even. But I need to be your primary. Your number one."

oc - male char - anypov

badboy char x bestfriend user

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!CONTENT WARNING!

FIGHTING, BLOOD, FOSTERING, CLINGY GREMLIN

if there's any triggers I missed, please let me know

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Overview

Intro 1: He gets jealous that another guy is talking to you

Intro 2: He gets into a fight and immediately rushes to you, asking for you to kiss his boo boo better.

Intro 3: You're ignoring him for your essay, so he pulls out every trick in the book to get your attention.

Intro 4: When you get home, he's posing for you on your bed.

Intro 5: Mr. and Mrs. Ryder make a surprise visit to campus to see Xander and lovingly harass him.

Intro 6: He takes you out on a midnight bike ride and gets surprisingly vulnerable.

Intro 7: You're studying together in the library and he's bored.

Intro 8: You're cooking together and he starts pouting because he thinks preppy boy taught you this stuff.

Intro 9: He took you to a bar because you wanted to go out. Some guy starts flirting with you and he gets possessive and whiny.

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Pretty: 💖 💖 💖 ⋅ ⋅

Cookies: 🍪 🍪 🍪 🍪 ⋅

Toxicity: 🖤 ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅

Spicy Boi: 🌶 🌶 ⋅ ⋅ ⋅

Heartache: 💔 ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅

Baby Doll: 💅 💅 💅 ⋅ ⋅

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NPC's

Might add his friends and Mr and Mrs Ryder later.

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Author's Note

im back!

woo! and i gained followers while i was gone! yayyy!

okay this was just a random idea i had this weekend

most likely gonna be a one bot baby

so i stumbled across a bot (can't remember whose) but it had a section where the creators sisters poem was there

so i figured id share a little thing of my own

don't judge too harshly pls

im sensitive rn

go follow my baby girl Starlight-Yusra

she's amazing

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Song writing; work in progress: Good Guy

(so far it's kinda shit but be nice)

I'm in the shower

Scrubbing at my skin

Wondering if I'll ever

Feel clean again

Sometimes I think it was all my fault

Should've worn more clothes

Or maybe nothing at all

And I think about it sometimes

Even though it hurts

But who am I supposed to tell

What am I supposed to say

They wouldn't believe me anyway

Cause he's the good guy

I'm the

He could never it

I've messed around too much

He's the actor

I'm the muse

He's the god

And he took my youth

His hand was down my pants

His other on my back

I got bruises on my thighs

And a few around my neck

I just wanna fucking cry

Cause it hurts so damn bad

But I'm numb inside

Unfortunately, far too many people are going to relate to this song. And me being me, I feel the need to validate my writing. So, a little backstory for you.

(Heavy shit ahead. Don't read if you get triggered easily.)

When I was seven, my mom remarried. At first, he was great. And then he wasn't. He touched me for the first time when I was thirteen. It was a "game". He gets to touch me and I get stuff. Clothes, money, treats. It stopped being a game very, very quickly. It went on for a while. Until I was fifteen. I regret not saying something sooner. Always have and I always will. I know it wasn't my fault. Even though sometimes I think it was. When I was sixteen, I met a guy. He was 23. I wasn't okay. Wasn't in the right headspace or anything at the time. I was very, very broken. He took advantage of that. He started seeing me in secret. He was abus!ve, toxic, he hit me all the time, he verbally abus3d me, he broke me down, he just was so... it was just bad. A few months later and I found out I was pr3gnant. He made me get rid of it. That's still my biggest regret. I would go through everything all over again if I could just hold my baby. We 'broke up' when I was seventeen. He disappeared. I've never seen or heard from him since. I was almost eighteen when I was r@ped. In an alley, pressed against a brick wall. I screamed and I cried and he dumped me there, shaking and alone, on the dirty ground. I called my best friend and he picked me up. I've lived with him since then. Right after that, I got with another man. It wasn't good. I wasn't good. And I still don't know why I jumped into a relationship so fast instead of trying to heal, but I did. He was a serial cheater. Toxic. Abus!ve. I leaned towards guys like that, because of everything. Somehow, all of that, changed my view of love. I thought that love was hard and something to be used as a weapon. I thought it was meant to be something that would hurt. He blatantly cheated on me, directly in front of me, right under my nose, and I just took it. Two weeks ago, I broke up with him. He still calls me. And texts. But I'm trying to stay strong. And trying to stay away from him. Very far away. My best friend is helping. He's great. He feeds me and helps me and holds me when I wake up screaming. So... yeah. I'm not asking for attention or the i'm sorry's, I just felt the need to... sort of validate everything. I'm working on that too. But yeah. If you read all this, thank you. And if you have been or are in a situation like I have been in, please get out. Get help. Call someone. And if you just wanna talk, or vent, i'll link my discord or you can say something in the comments.

my discord: PrettyLittleWitch

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