Messing With/Loving On The Captain

Messing With/Loving On The Captain

  • WpView
    Reads 17
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing5m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 7, 2025
You and Alison have been friends since middle school. Mike called you to come help stop Alison's freakouts after the accident. It's been a bit and you still haven't left. And your favorite person to mess with is Captain, but only Alison knows that's how you show your love and affection for someone. This is a Bisexual Captain story. If you don't like that, don't read it, and don't go writing hateful comments either, as that will not be tolerated.
All Rights Reserved
#24
fanny
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Pretty, Popular and Partnered
  • Absolutely Smitten (A Dodie X Reader Fanfic)
  • The Ghost In My Apartment
  • Love, Aurora
  • How I Met Aphmau: A Love Story (Aphmau X Male Reader)
  • Button House: A Ghostly Love Story
  • Julian And Alexandria | ✓
  • Wishing For More - Sparia Story
  • The Endless Haunt.

“Every girl wants to be pretty, popular and partnered.” I, Poppy Lake, need help. I seem incapable of functioning like a normal teenage girl; I’m not pretty, popular and I’ve never so much as held a boy’s hand let alone had a boyfriend. Wherever girls learn how to do this stuff, I need to find out. Do they have some secret society or something where they discover these skills? I’m thirteen and I hardly know how make friends. Funnily enough, that’s almost the least of my worries. My hair has not grown at all in the last two months and the little hair I have is frizzy and dull. I can’t wake up without it looking like a puffball and my attempts to grow it out have failed. The flakes of dry skin on my legs were bugging me so I tried to scrap them off but they were everywhere and rubbing my hand up and down my shin only revealed I needed to shave my legs. At some point, my thighs and tummy had expanded without me noticing (although how I missed that I don’t know) and now I looked like an elephant. Unfortunately, my ears support this look by being perpendicular to my head. I pulled my trousers back down and caught sight of at least another ten spots emerging on my forehead, chin and neck. I’ve tried squeezing them, putting toothpaste on them and even skipping chocolate for two weeks, but spots remain stubbornly there whatever I do. Why does my body feel the need to punish me so much? I threw myself on my bed so I wouldn’t have to look at my horrible, imperfect face in the mirror any more. “Urgh,” I moaned into the covers. There was a lot going wrong in my life: 1. My face is hideous; 2. I’m fat; 3. None of the clothes I own are remotely stylish; 4. I have never been asked out; 5. The most popular girl at school hates me; 6. And I fancy her boyfriend. ---- Based off How To Be Popular by Meg Cabot, the story follows Poppy, a young girl in a situation similar to Steph's who gets personal advice from the mentor herself.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines