𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 [ ended ]

wait..

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ok don't ask wha that was-

the next morning y/n and finn finally woke up, as they heard a loud banging noise coming from the door.

"open this fucking door before I do it myself." the voice shouted, finn flinched, as y/n's brian couldn't even process what was going on.

"who t-the fuck is that?" she stuttered.
"i.. i don't know?" he scoffed sounding so clueless. the voice yelled at them again as they both totally forgot they were sleeping together.

"oh fuck.. it's Timothée." y/n blurted out, as she rushed getting up and grabbing her clothes swiftly off the ground putting them on as quickly as she could, then rushed over to the door opening the door as soon as she got there.

"what?! what are you doing in here?! y/n?!" Timothée scolded at her. y/n gulped taking a deep breath, than letting it out.

"me and finn were just talking about personal stuff. trust me we didn't do anything Timothée." she tried to cover up, as it was already too obvious that they had sex.

"what are those marks on your neck? i— y/n.." he spoke softly pausing the sentence as soon as he realized they were hickeys. gently touching the bruises on her neck making shivers go down y/n's spine.

"i.. why?" he questioned, backing away from her. y/n raised an eyebrow, as thoughts in her mind started going crazy.

"what do you mean why?" she mumbled calmly.

finn leaned over to get a good look of what they were doing, as he decided to get up and walk over to the door to see what was happening.

"what's wr— hi?" he cut off his own words  looking at Timothée up and down, head to toe

Timothée walked closer to finn, as finn could feel Timothée's hot breath, making chills go down his spine, making it awkward enough for the three of them.

"why are you in there sleeping with my girlfriend?" he mumbled with no expression.

"what? why? because she fucking hates you, and secondly .. she told me you never fucked her so i just went and done it for you buddy."
finn crossed his arms confidently.
as Timothée let out a soft chuckle.

"ohh, my god.. I'm gonna die.. haha so funny." he laughed as it died down, than his face turned straight back at his.

"who the fuck said I never fucked that little slut?" he pointed at y/n. as she just stood there gulping over and over again, getting heavily stressed out on what was going on.

"wait.. what?" finn paused. looking back at y/n than Timothée, than y/n.

"val? did you lie to me—" "woah woah woah, val? excuse me wolfhard, but I dont know what you're calling my girlfriend, but it needs to stop now." Timothée cut him off sharply, as he rolled his eyes.

"did you lie to me?" finn ignored him, looking back to y/n.

"yes." she blurted out