#Shiloh Fields x reader

[saintgoths]

ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ

POSSESSIVE!JOEL X SIREN!READER - WICKED GAMES.

[PART NINE TO THE SIRENSERIES]. ITS ACTUALLY CALLED NOVEMBER.

WORD COUNT - 3,885.

RATING - 18+. [sex and violence].

SUMMARY - you and joel cannot stay away from each other, almost like star-crossed lovers.

feedback would be appreciated!

previous chapter - chapter eight.

It had been early October when you had found yourself in Jackson’s Horse Stable taking care of your horse, Mira, she had needed a brushing and you had felt guilty for leaving her lonely for a bit. On the other hand, Maria called for a group patrol so you were going to see your horse either way. Bella had accompanied you, had spoken about how annoying she had found her father, he had wanted her to take over the Butcher shop soon, he had always wanted her to take over it, and Bella had informed you he had become more persistent nowadays.

“Well, do you want to take over the shop?” You had questioned and with a brief thought and arms folded, Bella had hummed.

As she hastily looked at the wooden ceiling before she responded. “Yeah maybe, I’ll be more enthusiastic about running the shop if you’re there with me,” Bella said before she knowingly nudged you with her elbow. “Selling your fish.”

A fan of the idea, you had smiled. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Oh, now I’m more excited to take over it,” Bella happily clapped, her vision now caught onto the moving figure that neared towards you two, their image becoming bigger at each step. She had recognised it to be Joel, who had held the saddle Bella had requested in both of his hands.

You had gently curved back to recognise who had been there, when you had also noticed it was Joel, you had pressed your mouth into a thin line just as you twisted your body to face Mira, you had finished brushing her and had focused to feed your mare. You could feel the way he had stolen a look from you while he had discussed Bella’s horse with her. “Thank you,” you had heard Bella kindly say, she had then smiled as she waved him off.

Bella had then made sure he was out of sight to talk to you about him. “What’s going on between you and him?” She had asked and as you glanced at her with the side of your eyes, you had finally pulled away from your horse.

“Remember,” you began. “There’s no connection.”

Though, before Bella could investigate, the both of you heard the voice of Shiloh echo down the small but comfortable building that held some of the horses, there were many Horse Stables here, at least more than five that housed many of the horses, both Tommy and Joel had planned to build more with the rest of the core men. As you had closed the stable door you had quickly winked at your friend, you had taken a couple of steps backwards as you had spoken to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bella, bye,” you smiled before you turned around to walk away from her, ready to throw yourself into Shiloh’s arms.

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Jackson was so beautiful at night, you were able to look at the sky and see the beautiful stars twinkle and glow accompanied by the Moon, that had beautifully hovered the skies. You had looked out of your window, leaned over the window sill as you dragged out a cloud of smoke that had come from the cigarette in your hand.

You rarely smoked, but Shiloh did, and as you couldn’t sleep, you had stolen one of the sticks he had in his pockets that had been hung by one of the nailed hangers in your room. When you had smoked, it was usually because you were dearly stressed, normally stressed if you had done the wrong choice, and what you had done was pick the wrong man.

You had shortly glanced back at Shiloh who had been fast asleep, he had been in the same position he had been in ever since you had left the bed, well, he was a deep sleeper. Looked so innocent in his slumber, unaware that you had second thoughts of staying with him, an innocent man trapped in the middle of an unstable romantic field between two ex-lovers.

With a still face you had returned to look back out. Your home had been opposite of Joel’s. You had noticed that light in his bedroom had still been on, the bright essence seeped through the windows and into the dark atmosphere like a golden light at the end of a tunnel, even though every opening of his home had been closed, the doors and the windows. With your enhanced hearing, you could yet hear the strums of his guitar being softly handled as he began to sing a familiar tune.

“What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way,

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you,

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way,

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you.”

He had sung, and soft, your eyes gently shut as you had taken in the way his deep and soothing voice expressed his sadness into his bedroom air. “And I don’t wanna fall in love,” he sang, unaware you had dropped the cigarette from the window, your hand had been placed against your chest as you tucked your bottom lip behind your teeth, allowed the magical and loving tone of his voice to have you gently sway in your room. Knowing that it was you that brought him to this feeling.

To this heartbroken and sad state, to this low state that had him singing a song that yearned for you. You didn’t realised you were crying, they were cold so they had felt like the passing wind. But once you felt the liquid trickle down your cheek you had quickly wiped it with the back of your hand, closed the window and went to sleep.

When the next day came upon Jackson, the group had already been on patrol, on their horses that had trotted away from the gated community. A duo that patrolled before the current group had informed Tommy and Maria that there had been a massive horde of infected on their way near Jackson’s location, thus, the leaders of the commune had made their best search for them.

The group had involved Joel, Gabriel, Bella, Shiloh and you, Tommy would’ve joined but he had caught a cold.

You had been paired beside Shiloh, Bella in front of you, Gabriel who had led the group and Joel who had been behind everyone. The ride had been quiet, the two of you had spoken every now and then, and Gabriel had shared a couple of jokes to lift everyone’s spirits. Gabriel had noted the shared energy between you, Joel and Shiloh, truthfully anyone would. Bella had glanced at you from time to time fore she gently patted her horse.

You had promised her you would explain everything to her when you’d come back to Jackson, and you couldn’t help but sometimes turn back to look at Joel who wouldn’t return his gaze, but be stuck on what kind of trees the group would ride by, what would be a good base or what type of rock he’d see. You had clenched your jaw, and eventually focused on what had been in front of you.

Time had passed and the group had eventually found the infected the previous patrolmen had found, it was near a mall, and you and Bella had decided it’ll be best to take out the infected inside the mall, followed by the men who had finished with the creatures outside. The building was evidently abandoned, and to the group’s surprise, there had been much places in the mall that hadn’t been ransacked, so after you had slain hordes of the infected, the group would busy themselves on taking supplies.

“[Y/N}!” You heard Bella scream before a bullet pierced into your face, but you had been quick to turn away, curved around so fast that the rest of the group would be unsure if the weapon had hit you or not, you had sharply winced, but the bullet easily slipped out of your face as if it ricocheted, it had plopped against the floor while your blood slipped back inside the bullet wound as if time itself had reversed.

You were healed within seconds but the sounds of bullets that had pummelled within the building had been everyone’s focus, once again, the group had been ambushed. “Take cover!” Gabriel yelled as he shot back at the rebels. “Fall back!” He had yelled and without realising, Joel had appeared beside you and pulled you from the situation.

Annoyed, you had tugged yourself away from him. “I can protect myself!” You bit as the two of you crouched behind a large block.

“I know you can,” Joel harshly replied. “But we cannot have another moment where you get shot and people see that you’ve healed.”

Lips tight shut, you had silently agreed with what the Miller man had said and continued to listen to what Gabriel had instructed everyone to do, the rebels were done with, but the large aggressive noises had attracted dozens of infected the group had fired at. “Fall back!” Gabriel shouted and in sync, you and Joel had twisted on your feet and paced out of the mall.

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It was as if it had meant to be, the two of you stuck in the woods again, both your horses asleep once the two of you had found place to make camp for the night. Joel had been quiet behind you as you had worried about Bella and Shiloh, worried that something might’ve happened to them when everyone separated from each other.

“They will be okay,” Joel said, as if he had read your mind, but you didn’t have to be a mind-reader to acknowledge that the look you had on your face was filled with anxiety. “Bella is a good shot.”

Slightly comforted, you had briefly sucked in the cold night air through the tight gaps of your teeth. “She is,” you said as you had looked up at the moon, the luminary followed by its stars had reminded you of the inevitable connection you had with him, with Joel. “You always find way to come back to me,” you said as you finally turned to look at him, he had been crouched near a small fire he had made for himself, and you of course, to warm up. He had worn that coat you normally liked seeing him in, his beard messier but it had suited him, most of the time his brows covered his expressions he had in his orbs, but the flame had danced in them, as if it mirrored the blazing passion he had for you, but unlike the fire, the love Joel had for you couldn’t be dwindled by the wind.

You hadn’t secreted away the feelings you had, you looked at him with doe and pure innocence, and that truthful mask you had, commenced him to speak. A feeling bubbled in his stomach, as if the conversation the two of you would share would have you finally lay out your cards. “I always do,” he agreed, his thick accent intertwined with the calm softness he had shared for you. He had briefly twitched his fingers, as if to make him realise what had been happening between the two of you was real.

You didn’t look away, not this time. “You were not supposed to take me away,” you said in relations to Joel helping you escape from the mall. “Perhaps Shiloh, but not you Joel. He’s probably scared out of his mind thinking he lost me.”

“Anyone would be scared out of their mind to lose you,” Joel replied, his comment forward, this time, there had been no essence of hesitation, no anxiety of what the other person would answer with.

Your lips had trembled. “We let each other go a month ago. I chose Shiloh,” but you had wished you had chosen Joel.

You had closed your eyes to hold back your tears, your almost waterfall interrupted by him. “I know.” Joel said.

“But I missed you,” you responded.

You had gently peeled your eyes to open again. The wind that had passed by had aided your cold tears to quickly fall down your cheek as you had then spoke. “We cannot do the affair again,” Joel kindly reminded, he had wanted to be near you, to soothe you and to touch you, his fingers had trembled, the tips of his digits had felt like it had buzzed, he had wanted you so badly, had yearned for you like how the Sun yearned for the Moon. To be a part of it, to create an ever-lasting eclipse, he felt like he could die.

“It won’t be an affair if I leave Shiloh and come back to you,” you had said and shocked, the whites of Joel’s eyes had spread and he had watched you walk towards him and selfishly pull him into a kiss. “I’m so sorry,” you said as you then pulled away from him, but your fingers were still bold and dug into the fabric of his clothing, your foreheads were pressed against each other like you had challenged each other to go for another embrace.

“Are you sure?” Joel had asked. “You want to come back to me?”

“I was angry, I always wanted you, always you Joel,” you whispered and desperate, Joel had kissed you like he hasn’t kissed you before, had embraced you as if it had been thousands of years since the last time the two of you were together.

Near the fire, he had leaned you against the ground, potent with his hunger, Joel had easily pulled down your lower garments and began to kiss your inner-thighs, he had softly inhaled the sweet and warm scent between your thighs before he had given your cunt a sweet and flat lick, he had looked into you, watched how your orbs were watered with pleasure tears while you had moaned.

You had rested the back of your head against the floor and had allowed yourself to be taken by him, how he had worked his mouth up and down your pretty slit and slipped in his tongue inside you before he had fucked you with his tongue, your eyes had trembled, your fingers lost in the locks of your hair as you could feel his warm but rough hands carry up your thighs and hold the back of your legs.

He had caught your pearl with his mouth and flicked his tongue countless of times, each smack of his tongue had sent a jolt up your spine and you were fast to find yourself to orgasm, but he wasn’t finished, he had slurped your ambrosia while you had shamelessly cried into the night, called out his name and confirmed how much you were his. “All yours Joel, all yours!” You had whimpered just as you could feel a second wave of high push through you.

Joel had been quick to pull down his lower garments, his eyes trained on you as he watched the way you had harshly breathed in lust, you had busied yourself to take off the rest of your clothing and reveal the nakedness of your skin to him. The body he had sourly missed, missed to touch and taste, which his cock in his hand, Joel gently pressed himself against you and layered kisses on your neck before he moved his mouth around your breast and sucked on them, the both of you had moaned, both arms folded around his shoulders as the length of his thumb stroked his shaft that he head eventually levelled between your thighs.

“[Y/N],” he had moaned once he had pushed himself inside of you, the two of you had gasped in relief just as the tightness of your sex clenched around him, Joel stubbornly pushed through and moved his lips to your neck, licked and bit fore he started to move his hips forward.

You had locked your legs around his waist and whined, open for him as the length of his cock continued to gently fuck into you. You had buried your face between the crook of his neck and inhaled his masculine scent, he had felt so big and heavy, had missed how much he had filled you up as he made love to you, within seconds his movements became harsher and more strident, the sound of both of your skins that had slapped against each other had intertwined with the erotic moans that had come from the back of your throat.

He had shown how much he had missed you with how deep he had gone, the tip of his cock coating and licking against the sweet spots inside of your cunt as he whispered possessive and sweet words inside of your ear, you had felt yourself throb while you had whimpered, your eyes gently shut into thin slits as you had stared up into the sky, you had wanted to cry, how much he had opened you had over-whelmed you, as much as he had rigidly used you there was still an essence of hot and passionate desire that mirrored his devotion.

His body had become tense as your hips automatically bucked upwards, your cunt had spasmed and twitched around him as your hot cum coated his cock, he had kissed you again, his embrace tough as he fucked into you one more time, the stickiness of his load had brimmed you into replete, and once the high finished, the two of you had pulled away from each other and immediately started to put your clothes back on.

“Having second thoughts?” The man questioned and as you had finished to button your top you had shook your head.

“No,” you said. “But I do feel terrible,” you shared as the two of you had made way to your horses. “He’s so good to me but all I do is fuck you behind his back.”

Joel sighed as he helped you pulled yourself on top of Mira. “Well at least this will be the last time you do it.”

With a smile, you had agreed with him ere you pressed his mouth against his.

The two of you returned to Jackson, everyone from the patrol had also returned, so you had speculated that you and Joel had been the last ones to arrive. Shiloh had made a bee-line towards you, in relief that you had been safe, the man had immediately kissed you just as he encased his arms around you.

Stiff, you had kissed him back, felt his forehead press against yours as he moved his palms against your shoulders. “I thought I lost you,” he whispered and with a wistful smile, you had replied.

“I’m here,” you reassured as you felt the strands of your hair be stroked by his slender fingers.

He had looked at you lovingly, had held your chin with one hand and had caressed your cheek with his other. “I know,” he whispered and with a happy expression, you had allowed your boyfriend to wrap his arms around you, as he took you in and inhaled the earthy scent that had cloaked you.

“We should join everyone else at the bar,” Shiloh suggested. “To have a feast for what had just happened.”

You scrunched your nose in approval. “That sounds good,” you had said, as you had finally let go of Shiloh who had readied himself to take you to Seth’s bar, you carefully turned to look at Joel who didn’t look your way at all, you had understood why, but had pressed your lips into a thin line while Shiloh led you to the Tipsy Bison.

You were a coward, but you had just come back to Shiloh; to tell him you had wanted to break up with him in front of everyone would’ve embarrassed him, make him feel small and inferior, because he’d know why you’d want to stop being him, and the reason would be Joel.

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You had a good time at the bar, most of it had involved Gabriel telling everyone what had happened, and another part had included you drinking with your partner who had always found way to have his fingers stroke your knuckles while he drank his beer with his other hand.

Currently, the two of you had gone fishing again, you had drunk so much you had forgotten to tell Shiloh you didn’t want to be with him that night, but perhaps the time you two shared with each other at the small trip, would be the perfect time to break off everything with him.

Shiloh is a good man, he’ll understand. Today the two of you had barely spoken to each other but had indulged in the comfortable silence the two of you had shared. This time you hadn’t used your Siren-form to fish, and Shiloh had pointed it out.

“I have a lot on my mind, just want to use the fishing rod this time,” you had carefully answered. He had caught the unsure expression you had in your eyes and had paused.

He had gripped the arm of fishing rod and you could see the way he clenched his jaw with your enhanced vision, his curt motions had made you feel like he had known what you had wanted to say to him, what you were thinking about.

“You’ve been a good man Shiloh,” you had anxiously expressed. “A good man to me.”

“But you love Joel more,” Shiloh filled in the gap, and you had looked at him, and he had looked at you with an neutral look on his face, you couldn’t tell what he had felt, what had been hidden behind his eyes but you could feel his heart-beat, and at the beginning it was calm but slowly it had emerged into a faster pace. You had looked at him with sadness.

Aware with how he had put down his fishing rod and placed his hands into his pockets. “I’m sorry,” you had whispered as you put down your tools as well, ready to beg for his forgiveness.

“You don’t need to apologise,” he said as he shook his head. “You can’t fight it; the heart wants what it wants.”

Appreciative, you had nodded your head as you look back at the large body of water, in the middle of examining the way soft ripples had swum down in packs through the length of the sea, you had taken in the beauty of it. The beauty of life, and the beauty of having someone who was understanding, Shiloh. He was good, so good you had felt miserably guilty breaking up with him.

You had attempted to turn to look at him to speak, but before you could move an inch, a heavy cold object had been slammed into the back of your head.

The force so heavy you had no time to react but fall against the ground, knee first before your face pummelled against the floor. “But I’m a jealous and possessive person,” Shiloh said with a forceful smile. “And if I can’t have you, no one can.”

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[tndrrixon]

Shiloh fanfiction !

I am writing a Stockholm Syndrome theme fanfiction about Shiloh Fields x Reader !

Reader will be using gender neutral pronouns !

This fanfiction is T rated, so read at your on risk ! You can have a sneak peak in the post or read the full version in AO3 !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41978805

It made you 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 in the head. What could that boy even planning right now ; The thought keep running through your head as you sit on your couch by the window.

But there's this one person who hadn't be in any 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 yet- You thought to yourself that you might finally lost it. Your mind isn't in the right place- you decide to rest for a little bit to regain some energy for tomorrow. Your shaky legs made it way to your bed.

𝗞𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸.

[werkwerkelizaaa]

Xoxo Droplets’ Jerk Squad Band AU

So this came to me while I was listening to Yeah Right off of Evanescence’s latest album, The Bitter Truth.

Yeah I know, but hear me out:

•They were all in an after-school program for ~cultivating musical talent in troubled youth~

•Even though most of them cannot stand each other, as a whole they’re almost magical onstage

• Nate is the frazzled manager of course, constantly stretched within an inch of his life but he claims a perfect (by his standards) show is worth all the stress

• Bae writes the lyrics, handles a majority of the PR– if somebody tries to spin his words he can spin it right back on them– and I also feel he could play the electric violin for the songs that call for it (it’s a thing and it’s epic)

•Jeremy seems to be the type to have piano aggressively encouraged to him by his parents, so he’s on keyboard and composes most of the music

Imagine Bae leaning over Jeremy “No no cupcake, I know it’s difficult for anyone to keep up with my genius, but you modulate the key on the next line” and pointing

“If you don’t get that finger out of my face I will stuff this sheet music up your nasal cavity”

“...and don’t call me cupcake”

•JB takes lead guitar and does a lot of showboating, works the crowd and is usually in some sort of scandalous headline every week but she loves it

•Shiloh plays bass and provides backup vocals, he’s annoying but they keep him towards the front of the stage because his energy is infectious so we might as well put him to use

• I can see Everett having the ability to use both hands equally well, so he’s on drums and enjoys having his finger on the very heartbeat of the metaphorical system, probably dabbles in the synth too

•Pran is the one-man tech wizard and has as tiny of a presence as possible, only the most hardcore fans know what he even looks like

•[If we bring the reader into this, they were hand-selected by JB for their seemingly sweet, friendly, conflict-averse demeanor as well as their powerful voice– she didn’t want too much competition for the boys’ attention]

•[Whether her judgement is sound remains to be seen, but my money’s on not]

•[On the other hand, there’s still enough onstage chemistry between them to play it up for the fans and the press]

•They definitely squabbled over the name

• “Hear me out: Baend.” “NO” “JB and the JBs” “oh, please” “get real” “could we squish all of our names together?” “Ah yes, because none of the members of the band could ever switch out, it’s not like that happens only all the time”

• “What about ‘That Band’?” “Seriously?” “It’s no worse than anything else that’s been suggested” “Ugh fine” “wait I was being sarcastic” “well too bad we’re sticking with it now” “this is all your fault Jeremy”

each member has a good amount of groupies/fangirls. JB, Everett, and Shiloh revel in the spotlight and have a lot of overnight visitors to their respective rooms, Bae pretends he’s above all that but he’ll have the occasional “dalliance” as well which is,,, not what you’d think

Legit he sells a limited amount of ‘day dates’ to his fans at every tour stop which consists of him hanging out with them for a certain price, it’s only word-of-mouth through the hardcore base which just adds to the mystique

• Nate and Jeremy are like “gross”, but at least they have fans and at the very least that’s good for both business and their image

• Pran HATES it lol he’s just like “Why. Why.”

• “Must be a bunch of burnt out losers who weren’t hugged enough as children.”

• They all constantly diss everyone else’s outfits and haircuts, naturally

•Not the musical instruments though– except for in extreme cases– because that’s serious business

Jeremy: trips onstage

Everett: *ba-dum-tsss*

•Pran with light spotting/mic check shenanigans

•Shiloh: leans over to plug his bass in

•Pran: Points all the spotlights directly at him

•Shiloh: temporarily blinded

•Pran: evil chuckle

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• Nate: Sound check, let’s go!

•Pran: turns it down low

•JB: Hello, world! ...it’s not working. Testing, one two three.

•Everett, offstage: Is it even turned on?

•Jeremy: uh yeah, the light’s green.

•Pran: snickering to himself in the back

•JB: COME ON YOU STUPID WORTHLESS PIECE OF S—

Ear-splitting, electronic screech

• Everyone minus JB and Pran: JB!!

Jeremy’s keyboard is absolutely pristine, and you cannot convince me otherwise

There’s not a fingerprint to be seen, he might even wear gloves while handling it just to keep it impeccable

Def makes the stagehands and assistants wash their hands and glove up before moving it, that’s not even a question

You could probably eat right off the thing, not that he’d let you

•JB has some cool pins on the strap of her guitar and has a few different guitars she rotates though depending on her mood

•Everett and Shiloh have similar stickers on their respective instruments, they still mock each others’ taste in decoration though because them

“Give us a headbang, Jeremy!”

“No.”

• Jeremy [and reader] do their best in making Nate’s job as easy as possible, which is very much needed since directing the rest of the members is worse than herding cats

Three minutes to showtime

•Everett: hey has anyone seen my drumsticks?

•Nate: WHAT 

•Nate: YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

• Everett: Lol jk here they are in my back pocket 

•Bae: Wonnndderrrfulll, crisis averted.

• Shiloh: Everett, that’s not really funny...

• Everett: F***ing can it, freckles.

• Shiloh: :( you can it.

• JB: everybody shut up before I make you shut up

• Everett: ;) is that so?

• Jeremy: kill me now.

• Nate, offstage: I need a raise...

•[Reader once walked in on Nate aggressively rubbing at his eyes and sniffling after a particularly rough week, but he brushed it off as seasonal allergies and they didn’t press the matter at the time]

•Roommate musical chairs kept happening at every single stop until finally everyone was fed up with everybody, even the ones who usually get along, so Bae and Nate decided on getting everyone their own room while touring– they even added a clause to the contract to make sure it would happen for the divas (yes that includes the two of them)

• Credit to the amazing @gb-patch for creating the best worst guys you’ll ever love

•hey, psst. Before you go, check this out: https://werkwerkelizaaa.tumblr.com/post/648073310973952000/xoxo-droplets-jerk-squad-band-au

[a-n-conrad]

General XOXO Droplets dating HCs with the Jerk Squad

For Nate, Everett, Shiloh, Bae, Pran, and Jeremy with a gender neutral reader!

[Warnings: None? I think? ]

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/FpFyr84gPioVrW1Z9)

Nate Lawson

Nate Lawson cannot turn off the nagging no matter how hard he tries. You just kind of have to deal with it.

However, it does help sometimes. If you’re bad at remembering to do things or finding motivation, he’s actually a huge help.

If you can handle him being a bit blunt and rude, he helps a lot with studying too when he has the time.

His schedule is annoying as hell, let’s be honest. However, if you can convince him that it would be beneficial, you could probably get him to specifically schedule dates for you.

He’s probably always going to be a little uncomfortable with touch, but he finds plenty of other ways to show affection.

There are pros and cons to getting him to help you clean/organize. On one hand, it will be done really well. On the other hand, the process of getting it done will be SO stressful.

Truthfully, Nate is probably a really good boyfriend if you can deal with all of the stress. You just have to be willing to work with him.

He would definitely struggle with compromises, but he cares and he’s trying his best. 

I have a feeling that he’s really used to people just writing him off as a perfectionist killjoy. He’d probably really appreciate someone who’s willing to understand him, even if you don’t agree with all of his opinions. 

You do have to be able to get along with Everett a little. You don’t have to be best friends with him, but if you can’t stand to be in the same room as Nate’s best friend it just isn’t going to work. 

Everett Gray

Judgey and snarky. I love Everett, but this guy uses his fake superiority complex to cope with his anxiety. You have to be able to deal with some snarky comments, and maybe even fire back a bit.

If you go shopping with him, he’s going to be incredibly picky about what you try. He’s trying to “help”, but he’s kind of a jerk about it. You might end up looking cool in the end, though.

Opposite of Nate when it comes to you needing help with things. Unless you want advice on how to seem “cool”, this guy is absolutely useless. He’ll be there for “support” though (he’ll sit and complain about being bored, but he’s still there).

Probably tried really hard not to tell his mom about you when you were first casually dating, but accidentally ruined his own plan but absentmindedly ranting. His mom probably thought it was really cute. 

Shares his mom’s care packages with you. Don’t make a big deal out of it.

He probably starts getting little gifts for you after you start officially dating. He says he thinks it’s dumb, but I refuse to believe Mrs. Gray didn’t teach that boy any manners.

Has moods where he tries to push people away. Be stubborn. He needs stubborn. He may act annoyed, but he isn’t. He just loves to act annoyed.

Like with Nate, you do have to be able to tolerate his best friend. He’s not giving up his friend for you. Sorry. 

Shiloh Fields 

Honestly on the surface Shiloh would probably be a really good boyfriend, because he’s really good at doing/being exactly who you want. But is it genuine? Of course not. This is Shiloh we’re talking about.

It’s going to be a task to get anything real out of Shiloh, but I think if he genuinely cares about you, he’ll try. Of course, genuine for Shiloh just means that he’ll let you in on some of the scams he’s got going. 

Shiloh’s probably never going to stop being a little manipulative, but he might be able to tone it down with you. He’ll keep it more in the “forgivable prank” and “joking lies” categories.

Shiloh loves horror so I’m confident he would be one of those guys that uses horror movies to get you to cling to him. He’ll definitely say things like “This movie isn’t that bad. Just a few jumpscares.” before putting in one of the scariest movies known to man. 

It might seem like it would be helpful to be able to see through Shiloh’s lies, but I think that would make him uncomfortable.

He’d probably use his tricks to help you after a while. If you go to Shiloh about someone making you uncomfortable, he’ll deal with it. You don’t need to know how. It’s probably mostly legal, right? Maybe. 

He doesn’t particularly care if you get along with other people. You do, however, have to be willing to let him continue with his scams. 

Bae Pyoun

Bae is probably a decent boyfriend if you can actually get him to date you. He’s got high standards for everything. This can be to your detriment or benefit depending on how you look at it.

He’s not going to slack off on dating you. Of course, he expects the same, but at least you can tell that he cares, right?

I honestly doubt that he would refer to you by name basically ever. The nicknames just get more ridiculous.

I fully imagine that seeing him around kids is absolutely adorable. And then you have to take a second and realize that he treats just about everyone exactly the same way that he treats five year olds. You might be an exception sometimes, though.

He’s one of those people that “supervises” when you have to do something hard. By supervise, I meant that he watches and micromanages in the background. He’ll help a little if you really need it. Just don’t expect him to do any physical labor.

He’s one of those people that can manage to tell someone off without them really knowing how to react. If you tell him that someone is making you uncomfortable, they’ll probably end up too confused to keep bothering you.

He doesn’t really need you to get along with people, but you do have to handle it a certain way if you do dislike people. He’ll probably trash talk them with you, though.

Pran Taylor

Very much the “sit next to each other and do our own thing” kind of person. He likes to just sit next to you and draw while you do your own thing. 

He isn’t going to go out of his way to do things with you, but at a certain point, he’ll just go along with what you want. He’ll probably continue to act annoyed about it, but you can definitely catch him smiling every once in a while.

Genuinely really protective, but I imagine he has like 500 excuses for why. He will not admit that it’s because he cares about you if he can avoid it. 

I can distinctly picture that he would give you a drawing as a gift, but the way he would do it would be by crumpling it up and throwing it at you. The only reason you know that it’s for you is because there’s no way that Pran would litter.

Pran can almost certainly pick you up. You might even be able to convince him to carry you around. He honestly might find it kind of cute if you have a lot of fun with it.

You definitely have to get along with Jeremy a bit. Pran’s very protective, so he won’t tolerate you being genuinely mean to his friend. 

Jeremy King

Jeremy is begrudgingly very cute. I feel like he hates that he genuinely wants to do cute things for you sometimes. He finds it so embarrassing.

He is a germaphobe and that does still apply to you. He does insist you wash your hands an insane amount before any physical affection. 

His snappier side from when he was younger didn’t go away completely, but he does try his best not to snap at you. It’s not too hard, since he’s mostly apathetic, but it’s a struggle on occasion.

He definitely absentmindedly makes you gifts when he’s especially tired. He definitely won’t give it to you in person, though. It would be way too embarrassing for him.

He absolutely sucks at planning dates. He'll mostly go along with whatever you want, but he’ll really appreciate it if you make an effort to get him to enjoy it too. That’s not to say that he will enjoy it, just that he appreciates the effort. 

His parents would probably love you regardless of who you are, and it annoys him so much. 

He doesn’t exactly need you to be friends with Pran, but he’d get annoyed if you two fought too much. You have to at least tolerate Pran and get him to tolerate you. 

[A/N: I was trying to use the wiki as a guide because it's been a little while since I played, but some of the boys have like nothing on their page. RIP me, I guess.]