Author x Reader

Rip me I'm back at it again, I'll be posting a few more author x readers soon (hopefully) as thanks for y'all getting my author x reader book to 4k
either way, that'll hopefully be coming soon
also, sorry for this being short, I have a life ;cc

There's a day during spirit week where everyone dresses in their grades color. (9-black 10-white 11-green 12-red) upperclassmen are able to do something called tagging underclassmen, which is where the upperclassman marks the underclassman with a mark of their color, usually paint or chalk.

For this to work like I want it to, you'll be a senior and I'll be a junior

Sorry though, this is a fem! Reader

Elliot was standing in his usual corner inside school, near the bus loop, waiting for his friends to appear. He was covered in green since he was a junior, green shirt, green shorts, green socks, green hair chalk in his hair, and a green tutu given to him by a friend. Slowly his friends appeared, a mix of all grades. Some of the upperclassmen had started tagging the freshmen and sophomores. You walked into the school to the group.  You had red clothes on along with red (lipgloss/lipstick/whatever you like).

"(Y/N) save me! The seniors are gonna tag me," Elliot begs.

"I hope you realize I'm a senior too."

"Well it's fine if you tag me first."

"Then come over here, I can't get to you if you're crowded in the corner."

Elliot shuffled out of the corner, dodging the seniors. When he got over to you, he asks, "where do you want to tag me? Clothes are fine too at this point, I know it's gonna happen."

"Close your eyes, and I'll surprise you."

"Fine," he responds, closing his eyes. You quickly planted a kiss on the male's cheek, leaving a red mark from your makeup.

"Score," you say, smiling when you noticed Elliot blush slightly.

"It's gonna smudge," he pouts.

"That's all you can say about that?"

"Love you too."

"You guys are cute and all, but save it for later," one of Elliot's friends says. The two of you groan.


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