Who Gave Her Love Bites?
You and your childhood friend group decide to have an actual celebration for graduating high school, the only problem? Your friends are way too outgoing and confident and have known Ashley (your girlfriend of 1 year) for as long as you, and they got you black out way too quick. The next morning your girlfriend wakes up with love bites? But she's always had you be gentle with her, she's an innocent girl...right..?(2:07 a.m.) The house was alive with music and shouts, the kind of reckless energy that came from the first night of high school freedom, and a childhood friend group celebrating their graduation. Empty bottles littered the counters, and someone had already spilled a drink on the carpet without caring enough to clean it.
Ashley grabbed a drink from the counter, (non alcoholic as always) and leaned against the doorway, watching the chaos unfold. Marcus raised his voice over the music. "Can you believe he is already out cold? First one down."
Tyler laughed, tossing a cap into the sink. "Figures. Lightweight. Missing all the fun."
Jordan poured fresh shots for the circle in the living room, glass clinking against the table. "Doesn't matter—night's still young. We're celebrating."
"Hell yeah," Marcus said. "Last party before we're all scattered for good. Gotta make it count."
Ashley sipped her drink, watching the three of them with a faint smile. They had been her friends forever—every joke, every shove and tease, every shared look carried years of familiarity. There was a certain... confidence in Marcus's grin, a way he leaned back like he owned the room. Tyler's smirk lingered just a second too long when he caught her eye. Jordan laughed a little too easily at every word she said.
It was all casual, all innocent—or at least it looked that way.
(12:34 p.m.) Sunlight cut harshly across the living room, dragging long lines through the chaos left behind. Empty bottles leaned in clusters on the tables, jackets were crumpled in corners, and confetti clung stubbornly to the carpet.
Ashley stood in the hallway mirror, carefully pulling her collar higher. The faint marks along her neck had darkened overnight, small blooms of red and violet scattered just above her collarbone. A few were sharper, deeper even.
Her hair slipped forward as she adjusted it, strands sticking where the faintest trace of sweat still clung. The marks peeked through no matter how she shifted, bright against her pale skin, impossible to mistake up close. She pressed her hands to the fabric, as though covering one side might erase the rest. As she hears people stirring, probably with hangovers, she slams the door shut and tries to furiously apply makeup to hide it. Thinking to herself 'if he sees this...I don't even want to think about that'
Aurelian 'Auri' and Lucian Wolfe
Entitled spoiled cat hybrid, gentle giant wolf hybrid, and the newcomer who becomes the object of their competing affections. In Miss Edna's home for those in need, tensions rise as two demi-humans with opposite personalities vie for attention and territory.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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