STAKING HIS CLAIM ( FRAT!AU ), you knew what you were doing—fingertips brushing someone else, laughter a little too loud, eyes flicking to him like bait. he didn’t say anything until your second drink, then dragged you down the hallway like a line he refused to let you cross. the door slams, the fight starts, and somewhere between the spit of anger and the kiss he swore he wouldn’t give you again, you both forget why you were mad in the first place. it’s not an apology—but it’s the only kind he knows how to give.
LIGHTS OUT ( CAMPCOUNSELOR!AU ), you’ve been sneaking around with patrick all summer—making out behind cabins, stealing kisses in supply closets, falling harder than either of you meant to. tonight, he leaves you a note and a coke, and you meet him down by the lake like always, except something about this night feels heavier, sweeter, slower. no more pretending it’s just a fling—it’s starting to feel like something real.