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call-me-eds · 2 years

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Almost everyone can tell that Max has a crush on Steve. When he cancels a driving lesson to take you on a date, you think that you can take out 2 birds with one stone.

It was adorable for everyone that wasn’t you and Max. You felt guilt over the whole situation and like most things: it infuriated her. How did she let her guard down and let this happen? It was against everything she had ever known, and probably the laws of nature.

Her stupid crush on Steve Harrington.

It was scientific knowledge that boys mentally developed later than girls, so it was like he was becoming a man right as she was entering womanhood. With those transitions came the growth of the brain and the body, making emotions rage.

“I don’t understand why you can’t teach me, it’s not like I haven’t driven your car,” she said upon finding out Eddie would be taking her driving over the weekend, changing the original plan. Going in circles around the abandoned mall parking lot with Steve had been the thing she was looking forward to most all week.

“I told you, Max, I have a date with Y/N that isn’t going to get pushed just because you want to give me whiplash,” he scoffed. “Eddie’s probably a better teacher than me, anyway.” It was true, Eddie knew the ins and outs of every car Max had ever heard of and more, but he was like a lame older brother to Max. What fifteen year old girl wanted to hang out with their older brother when they could be with the boy next door?

Okay, geographically Eddie was also the boy next store, but whatever, semantics.

“I don’t want to drive that big van around, everyone will think I’m even more of a loser than they already do,” she frowned, the trademark scowl appearing on her face.

“Hate to break it to you, Kid, but it’s your only option.” Kid. It stung worse than when her and El practiced using eyelash curlers earlier in the week.

“Whatever.”

There was nothing harmful about the crush, per say, it was just that no one could believe that Max of all people had succumbed to the Harrington charm. Her friends were oblivious, Lucas most of all, but the older teens in her life couldn’t keep the stupid smiles off of their faces anytime she inquired about Steve or they saw a blush appear on her face when he was near. Nancy learned not to ask about it when she nearly got her head taken off a few weeks ago after she pointed out the fit of Steve’s jeans, hoping to get the younger girl to talk to her.

You were laying on Steve’s bed while he folded laundry and relayed the conversation to you, laughing a little.

“Munson is in for it big time when she gets her little hands on the wheel,” he was thrilled that this responsibility was going to somewhere else, even if it was just one lesson.

“You called her ‘Kid’?” you asked. He shrugged and turned to start hanging up his jeans.

“I guess so, yeah,” he nodded, not thinking that it was that big of a deal. She had called him much worse.

“Steve, that probably killed her,” you groaned.

You weren’t encouraging Steve to entertain her crush, and you didn’t love feeling like you were doing something wrong just by being with your boyfriend, but you knew how she felt. Nancy knew how she felt. Robin knew how she felt. No one could so easily forget the perils of being a young girl.

The wistful stares you saw from Max were so familiar, you felt like you were just trying to hide them yourself yesterday. They were honestly kind of hard to miss, her googly eyes. It was the same way she looked at Lucas when she thought no one was looking.

You couldn’t even blame her, because you looked at Steve the exact same way. That sly grin appeared on his face and your stomach fluttered. A corny joke left his lips and your eyes lit up. His hands brushed your own, and your heart rate doubled. He was infectious. If you didn’t stand a chance, how did she?

“I think she’ll be okay,” he said, closing his closet door and flopping beside you on the bed. He picked up your hand and began playing with your fingers. The way he was gently touching you was making you forget all about what he said to Max. “Should I be worried that you’re not even a little jealous?”

“Jealous?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” he nodded, tugging you over so you were against his side. “I mean, I’m such a dreamboat I’ve got to fight the girls off.” He dropped your hand to toss his up in the air, as if to ask if there was anything he could do. You let your palm slide against his chest and resisted the urge to press your nose into him to smell his freshly cleaned shirt.

“Well, do you really think there’s anything for me to worry about?” you asked, settling for rubbing your cheek against his. He hummed when you dug your nails into his pecs, scratching lightly. Before he could answer, you started to press your lips up and down his neck, making him unable to speak for a moment.

“No,” he laughed. “Nothing at all.” Steve brought his warm hand to your cheek so he could kiss you properly. The thump thump thump of his heartbeat increased as you let your touches roam across each other’s bodies. Just as suddenly as you started to rile him up, you snatched yourself away from him, pulling away with a pop and leaning up.

“I have the best idea,” you gasped. He nodded and chased after you, not at all processing your words, just focused on getting his lips back on yours. “We should make our date a double.”

“With who, Eddie and his right hand?” he sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“No, Lucas and Max!” Steve swore he heard you wrong. Shouldn’t you be discouraging any romantic situations between Steve and her? “We can tag along for the driving lesson and then go to the drive-in.”

“I don’t know,” he frowned, thinking of all the ways this could go sour. He didn’t want to crush the poor girl's heart, he knew about her little infatuation.

“Please?” you asked, leaning into his neck again and starting to make a mark on his ivory skin. “Just think about it.”

And that’s how Steve ended up with concealer on his neck in the passenger’s seat of his own car on Saturday night.

“Okay, you don’t have to slam on the brakes, just ease your foot down,” Steve instructed Max while you and Lucas were playing with a deck of cards in the backseat.

“Good thing we didn’t eat before the lesson,” Lucas mumbled, but Max whipped around and glared at him, letting him know that she heard him.

“Sweetheart, do you have a scrunchie on you?” Steve asked you. You slipped the fabric off of your wrist and handed it to him, tuning out when he started to use it to explain the mechanics of brakes to Max. “Thank you,” he put it back in your hand, but kissed your knuckles before turning his attention back to his student.

You didn’t tell your boyfriend to lay off the affection tonight, but you assumed he would. Truthfully, this wasn’t even his usual date-night level of touchiness, he was toning it down. But the way Max’s eyes lingered on your fingers hinted that it wasn’t enough. You squeezed Steve’s shoulder, hoping to convey that to him, but he just turned around to face you again and give you a wink. Max rolled her eyes and with the way she was noticing everything, you weren’t going to try and give him a more obvious signal.

After the driving lesson was done, you and Max both tried to convince Steve to let her stay behind the wheel to the drive-in but he shut that down. You took your spot in the front with Steve, reuniting Max with Lucas in the back. Only a moment of driving went by before Steve was moving his hand to your knee like there was a string connecting you two that had suddenly gotten a lot shorter. It was hard to remember the guests in the backseat. Just being with Steve, and especially when he was touching you, flooded your brainwaves.

Once you got to the movie, all priorities shifted to creating the coziest setup possible. Steve managed to fit four lawn chairs into his trunk so the younger couple didn’t have to fight to look between your heads. You also shuddered at the thought of them being back there, knowing the kinds of things you and Steve had gotten up to in those very seats while a movie played on the screen above.

He took out all of the chairs and set up yours further away from the speaker, knowing you had sensitive ears. Max’s eyes were on him again, but she didn’t see your congnizance. When she turned her sights on Lucas to see his progress, you both saw him plop down in his chair while the last one was still leaning against the car. She rolled her eyes and went to grab it, but before she could Steve was opening it up and putting it next to yours.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, barely meeting his eyes.

“Of course,” he nodded, giving her that crooked smile that made the butterflies in your stomach do a dance. She wasn’t looking flushed or giddy like you were, though; she was angry, looking at Lucas and the way he was tapping his foot along to the preview music, completely carefree.

Oh.

“Want to go get some popcorn?” you asked Steve. He nodded and caught the orders the teens threw at him. You grabbed his hand and rushed him away, trying to get out of earshot as soon as possible.

“We’re so stupid,” you huffed.

“Why, what happened?” he asked, leading you to the concession stand.

“No,” you groaned. “It’s so obvious, I don’t know how we didn’t see it before.”

“Baby, what the hell are you talking about?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder while you waited in line.

“This!” He jumped a bit at your exclamation, peeling himself off of you. “It’s not about you, Harrington, it’s about how you treat me.”

“I’m totally lost,” he shook his pretty little head.

“Anytime you touch me or say something sweet she looks right at Lucas, but he’s so caught up in himself because he’s 15. You’re the boyfriend blueprint and he’s not fitting the bill,” you explained.

“Okay, that is much less flattering, then. I’ll knock some sense into him as soon as we get back,” he assured you.

“No! That would be so embarrassing for them both. Just act normal, leave it to me,” you said. It was your turn to order and Steve got the food while you grabbed cups to fill with soda, you were a well-oiled machine. When you had everything and started strolling back to the car, Steve cleared his throat before speaking.

“The boyfriend blueprint, huh?” he smiled.

“That is seriously all you got from my brilliant discovery?” you asked, knocking his hip with your own.

“Of course it is,” he laughed. “Do you really think that’s it, though? There’s not even a tiny bit that’s about me?” he pouted.

“Well, I am not a fair judge for that question, I’m biased,” you grinned.

You often wondered how you got so lucky with Steve. He was incredibly kind, attentive, and selfless. Blueprint didn’t even do him justice, he was the inspiration and the muse.

“Remember, act normal,” you warned quietly as Max and Lucas took their treats from your hands. Steve’s level of instinct for being an amazing boyfriend sometimes took a backseat to his parental impulses.

“Yes, Darling,” he said, making a show of kissing your cheek and pretending to pull out your chair as if you were sitting at a table.

“Stop,” you laughed, making Max roll her eyes. Lucas was elbow deep in his popcorn, completely oblivious to the hole he was digging himself deeper and deeper in.

“Sinclair, help me with the speaker,” Steve said through gritted teeth. You should have known that telling him not to butt in wouldn’t do any good. The two boys began to fiddle with the dials on the rusted equipment, and you hoped Steve would keep his voice low.

“So, how do you think the lesson went?” you asked Max. “I just barely passed my driving test, I was horrible.”

“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked, completely ignoring your question. You knew she wasn’t talking about driving. “I mean, Steve is obsessed with you, and it’s disgusting, but is there something wrong with me?” her eyes fell from yours, suddenly very interested in her hands wringing themselves out.

“Of course not,” you shook your head, leaning closer towards her. “Boys just show emotion in different ways, sometimes,” you tried explaining without sounding patronizing.

“Lucas pointed out a hunk of food stuck in my teeth in front of the entire lunch table the other day,” she rolled her eyes, the anger returning and replacing her shyness.

“Oh, I wish Steve would do that. One time he let me walk around with my sweater on inside out for an entire day, even took pictures with me, all because he didn’t want to say something and make me feel bad,” you said.

“Really?” a small grin made its way to her face.

“Oh yeah, it was mortifying,” you laughed. “People just show love in their own way.”

There was no blame for Max wanting a bit more showmanship, grand gestures were on every screen you turned to: Rob Lowe breaking into Demi Moore’s apartment, Kevin Bacon throwing the big dance for Lori Singer, and now you were about to watch Patrick Swayze give up his job for Jennifer Grey. Max couldn’t even get a hand outstretched to hold her own.

“What should I do differently?” she sighed.

“Absolutely nothing,” you said sternly. “Do not change a thing.” She nodded and sat back in her chair, a different look on her young face when the boys finished the fake-task at hand

“God, it’s cold,” Max shivered, rubbing the arms of the thin jacket she had on. You and Steve waited a beat, giving Lucas one more chance.

“I told you to bring a jacket, you never listen,” he huffed, sitting back down. Steve opened his mouth to reprimand him, not caring who it embarrassed, but stopped out of curiosity to find out what Lucas was digging through his pockets for.

“These take like 10 minutes to warm up, I think, I just bought them,” he was reading the instructions of the handwarmers he had come up with.

“You just bought them?” Max repeated.

“Yeah, like I said, you never listen,” he smiled.

“Where are my handwarmers?” you teased, turning to Steve. He immediately grabbed your hands and breathed some hot air onto them, rubbing them between his own.

“Oh, they’re built right in to the superior boyfriend model,” he shrugged. “No accessories needed.”

“Wow, lucky me,” you smiled. No matter how much of an effect he had on you, when Steve saw your smile he felt like he could fly.

“No, I’m the lucky one,” he scooted his chair impossibly closer and lowered your entangled hands to his lap. “Look at how cute,” he whispered. You turned your head and saw Max and Lucas in a similar position, Lucas rearranging the blanket over their laps and Max snuggling into his side.

“Think we look like that?” you asked.

“God, no, we’re smoking hot,” he scoffed before leaning over and kissing you firmly on the mouth. Only a second went by before you felt popcorn landing in your hair from your co-dates.

“Gross,” Max sniffed, but you couldn’t miss the sparkle in her eyes.

“Okay, we thought you were cool now, so we invited you out with us, but if you’d rather hang in Wheeler’s basement-”

“No,” Max cut him off.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. And hands where I can see them,” Steve said, nodding to the blanket. Max blushed deeply and Lucas just laughed, pulling his arms out from under the blanket and tossing one around her shoulder.

Throughout the movie, they laughed and toyed with each other; it was almost more entertaining than the movie on the big screen in front of you.

“What did you say to him?” you asked Steve.

“I told him that doing nice things turns girls on,” he whispered.

“No you didn’t,” you pinched his leg harshly from where your hand rested on his thigh, making him squeal. “Tell me.”

“Fine. I told him that he had to pay attention, and that you need to put in effort every day, or he might make her feel like she’s not important to him. And she’s the most important thing in his life,” he leaned in at the last few words, speaking so tenderly that it brought tears to your eyes.

“I have such a crush on you,” you sighed, kissing him with no regard for the public setting.

“Good, because I am crazy in love with you.”

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youcouldmakealife · 1 year

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SOTM: David/Jake; unilateral move

For the prompt: David and Jake re-discussing marriage and kids post-retirement

David has never wanted children. Not when he was a child himself, not when he was a teenager, and not as the years went by, no matter how many well meaning remarks have been made about him changing his mind and wanting them some day.

Strangely, not wanting kids had offered a strange sort of comfort when he was younger. Sure, he was — he couldn’t even think the word at the time. But at least that meant children weren’t going to be something to worry about in his future. He’d be alone forever, and that wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t the worst thing either.

Obviously things didn’t work out that way.

Anyone who’s met Jake for ten minutes knows he’s the sort of person who wants marriage and kids. David knew he’d be good with kids before he ever saw the gentle way he has with them, careful but not ginger. And not careful because he’s afraid of them, the way David is, especially when they’re small, impossibly fragile.

Every time the topic came up — and it did, every so often, after time with the Lourdes, or meeting a teammate’s newborn, or someone said ‘you two thinking about kids?’, offhand, like that wasn’t an insultingly personal question.

Every time it came up, Jake would say something like ‘we don’t have to decide yet’, or ‘can’t do anything until retirement anyway’, over David’s ‘no’, and David never knew if he said that hoping that David’s mind would change by then, or if he was giving a deadline, but letting David know there was still time. A stay of execution before they both had to admit, with their parallel careers behind them, that they wanted to walk different paths, and that maybe it would be best to part ways.

David doesn’t want to part ways, but he doesn’t want to walk the path Jake wants to walk either, and he doesn’t know how to reconcile those two things, isn’t sure that he can. So he took delay as a reprieve, with gratitude.

When Jake retired, it was delayed again, ‘we don’t have to talk about this until you retire’, and that lasted longer than David thinks either of them expected, his body holding out, his skills remaining relevant, until he was the only one remaining from his draft class, then his draft class and the two draft classes following.

But now David’s retired, and the offseason has cycled into a new season, the first one he hasn’t been a part of in over two decades, and Jake hasn’t brought it up, but David knows he wants to, is just waiting for what seems like a good time, and David doesn’t know what he’s going to say, but he knows whatever it is, it’s not going to be what Jake wants to hear. Whatever he says is going to be the wrong thing.

David doesn’t think about the conversation they need to have often, truly; he tries not to, with the things that scare him, even though he knows that probably isn’t the way he’s supposed to deal with them, that bravery is doing it anyway, not turning away from it. But then, David’s never claimed to be brave.

He hasn’t thought about it in weeks, right up until he gets a text from Emily while he and Jake are lingering over a late breakfast, David half-heartedly pushing at the last of the fruit he took too much of, hoping Jake will notice and offer to eat it for him.

Max is grinning wide, a little too close to the camera, like he was crowding the screen. He looks like he’s about to do something that’ll get him trouble, maybe already did it, and David finds he takes after Emily more and more as he gets older, but in this picture he’s all Kiro. David possibly loves Max more than he loves Kiro, and that’s saying a lot. It burns a little, how much he cares about him, but a good burn, like a sore muscle after a hard day of training.

“I still don’t want kids,” David says aloud.

“Aw, come on, if there’s any kid that shouldn’t turn you off kids, it’s Max,” Jake says, looking up from his own phone. Em must have sent him the picture too.

“I’m not turned off kids,” David says. He loves Max, loves his nephews, always liked signing things for kids the most. Toddlers mostly no longer scare him, though he’s still anxious whenever someone hands him a baby. It’s not that. “I just don’t want them.”

Jake puts his phone down. “Okay,” he says, and David doesn’t know if it’s ‘okay, we don’t have to have kids’ or ‘okay, I hear you’ or ‘okay, I guess this is it for us then’, and he’s terrified.

“It’s not because I had bad parents,” David says. “Before you say that. It’s not.”

“David,” Jake says.

“I—“ David says. “I’m not denying they’re bad parents, but they’re not responsible for every single one of my decisions and preferences.”

“I didn’t say they were,” Jake says.

“I know,” David says. “I don’t know, maybe it’s just that I’m selfish, or—”

“You’re not selfish,” Jake says, and David doesn’t bother to argue with him, because they both know he’s lying.

“I don’t want my life to change,” David says. “I like it the way it is, and I’m not willing to turn my life upside down for someone I don’t even know if I’d love—“

“Of course you’d love them,” Jake interrupts.

“You don’t know that,” David says. “There is absolutely no way to know that. No one goes into parenthood thinking they aren’t going to love their child, because who would do that to themselves, let alone to a kid?”

Jake’s quiet, still.

“Kids know, Jake,” David says. “They aren’t oblivious. They know when something’s missing.”

“I think you’re underestimating yourself,” Jake says.

And maybe David would be if this was a matter of willpower, but he doesn’t think it is. He doesn’t think you can will yourself to love someone any more than you can will yourself not to love someone. And he loves Max, and Ian, and Cam, but they aren’t his children. If he hadn’t loved them, it would have been unfortunate, but it’s not the same.

“It’s not a choice,” David says. “You don’t choose to love someone.”

“I think you would, though,” Jake says.

“You don’t know that,” David says. “And I don’t either, because that’s not how it works.”

Jake doesn’t say anything, and David looks up, but he can’t get a read on Jake’s expression.

“I know you want kids,” David says. “I know that, and I still — I don’t want them. I don’t want kids, and leaving aside whatever…issues I have, and everything else, I just — don’t. I don’t.”

The silence is unbearable. He’s been waiting for Jake to cut in, to say — he doesn’t know what, that David misinterpreted, that he doesn’t either, or that it doesn’t matter, or —

But he does, and it does, and that’s the problem.

“And I know that’s something you want, but I can’t provide it,” David says. “If I could, I’d do that for you, but I can’t.”

“David,” Jake says softly, and he’s been waiting for Jake to say something, anything, but now that he has, David can’t look up from his hands.

“And if that means we should part ways, we should probably do that sooner rather than later,” David says, trying not to choke on it.

Not that fertility’s a concern, the way it would be if either of them was a woman, and if it had been, it would have been a concern they needed to start talking about a decade ago. But babies and small children involve sleep deprivation and a lot of energy, and David imagines that grows harder as you get older. Besides, Jake probably wouldn’t want to do it alone, would have to find someone first, someone easier, though that won’t be hard to find, and maybe —

“David,” Jake says, and David jerks his head up, manages to meet his eye for a moment before he looks down again. “I’ve been gone for you since we were eighteen years old, what did you think was going to happen here?”

“I don’t know,” David says, and he watches his hands shake until Jake’s hands settle heavy over his, pins them still.

#fic snippet #david chapman #jake lourdes #SOTM

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darnell-la · 5 months

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Hi there :)

I'm the anon that put in the request for a non-con Colby Brock fic. As for the premise I'm leaving it all up to you and your comfort levels with the subject matter.

Thank you so much for responding and even considering writing it <3

Hope you have a lovely day <3

3rd persons pov

It’s currently a Friday night, leaving Sam and Colby stressing on what to film. They constantly get requests, but this weekend is the first weekend in months that they have with their friends. They’ve been traveling a lot lately.

Y/n isn’t new to the group, but she’s barely around. She and Colby used to talk, but that ended quickly. It didn’t even take them a month to break whatever they had, up. Colby was too obsessed and overprotective.

She’s currently sitting on the couch with the group, laughing and talking about how scary the place is that they’re going to explore tonight.

Y/n’s a very forgiving person, and this is why she’s sitting next to Colby. Sometimes they still seem like they’re dating, but they’re not. They just had so much chemistry together that it’s hard to stay friends.

When they do argue though, things go sideways. He usually makes a big deal in private so people won’t see him for what he really is but in public, they just make smart comments about each other.

Y/n hasn’t talked to Sam about the way Colby acts, no matter how many times Sam asks her. They’ve been best friends for too long for them both to argue over someone Colby has known for only a couple of years.

“Hide in seek at an abandoned mall?” Sam asked the group. They’re just naming things to do for his and Colby’s YouTube channel. “Yeah, sound good honestly,” Kevin said as the others agreed.

The group got up and began to put their shoes on. Colby would glance at y/n every once in a while, as she was busy talking to Tara.

Colby can’t seem to get her out of his head. He’s still angry at her for leaving him, just because he was trying to make her better for him.

Why would a boyfriend want his girlfriend out all night at a house party? Why does a boyfriend want his girlfriend to have close boyfriends? He can’t stand her around any dude. All of their argument involved another man.

“Hey, y/n? Could I, uh, barrow to you for a second?” Colby asked as he walked up to her and Tara. “Of course,” she smiled and walked off with Colby to the kitchen in his shared house.

“So, uh, who will you be partnered with while me and Sam seek?” He asked. “No one, actually. I like doing things alone, but I’ll be close to others maybe,” she said, making Colby bite down on his lips.

He’s been trying his best to keep himself from being his old self, but it’s hard for y/n. Why the fuck would she walk around an abandoned mall by herself?

“Don’t you think that’s dangerous?” Colby asked. “Yeah, but we’re all doing it. Plus we won’t be too far from each other,” she said. “Yeah, but you’ll still be alone. Like, that’s not safe,” Colby said.

“I know, Colby, but I got myself, okay? Plus Max might hide with me,” y/n said low, not wanting to make this a big deal. “Oh, so you’re dating again?” Colby asked, sounding angry.

“So what if I am? We’re too old to be holding in something that clearly couldn’t work in any way possible,” y/n said as Colby chuckled, trying to keep himself calm.

“You’re very bold for saying that,” he said. “Bold? This has nothing to do with being bold. We simply just can’t work out,” y/n said. “Well maybe if you weren’t so thoughtless, we could have,” Colby fired back.

“Thoughtless? No, what’s thoughtless is you being insecure then trying to make me feel bad for shit I didn’t even know you didn’t like. You couldn’t even be an adult and ask me to do better. You demanded me, and I don’t do that shit,” y/n began to get angry.

“Well you should have, and maybe you wouldn’t be running around trying to find someone like me,” Colby started getting cocky. “I’m definitely not trying to find another you. I’m searching hard for the complete opposite,” Y/n said.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she took a couple of steps out of the kitchen, but was yanked back by her arm by Colby. She went to tell him to stop, and that it hurt, but he pushed her up against the wall and gripped her neck tightly.

“You’ll never find anyone better than me, y/n. Never! So I’d advise you to drop this I’ve moved on act, and come back to me with an apology,” Colby said as y/n gasped for air.

“Don’t make me wait any longer,” Colby said before letting her neck go and walking off. Y/n coughed as a few tears ran down her cheek. This is why they can’t be together.

“Holly shit, where are you guys!?” Y/n heard Sam yell in the mall as him and Colby were searching to find everyone. They have 12 people to find, which won’t be so easy. Y/n’s off alone since Max wanted to hide somewhere scarier. She wanted to stay in the light.

Walking around an abandoned mall is pretty scary, yet very nice and lovely.

It’s true what Colby said though. Y/n shouldn’t be alone, but who is he to try and keep her safe? He’s so ignorant. Y/n loves Colby but there are too many things off about him.

Y/n walked along the lights, staring at all the art painted on these run-down walls as everyone’s probably scared in the dark. She laughed to herself, knowing she could never sit in the dark for an hour and wait for someone to find her.

“It’s pretty dangerous up here,” y/n turned around quickly at the familiar voice. “Bro, what the fuck, Colby,” y/n said, actually feeling her heart rise faster than it has ever gotten.

“I told you, yet you still fucking did it,” Colby shook his head. “You know,” Colby scoffed, seeming angry already, which she knows doesn’t take him long. “That’s why we never worked out,” Colby said, causing y/n to take a deep breath, already annoyed with him.

“Because you’re so damn full of yourself. You never fucking listen and you make sure to do things to fuck with me. Is that why you’re ducking around with Max?” Colby asked.

“Colby, that’s none of your business,” Y/n said as he slowly started walking towards her. “Yes, it is. You’re my business, y/n, so answer the fucking question. Are you fucking with Max to get back at me?” Colby asked.

“You guys don’t even talk. So what would that even bother you?” Y/n asked. He’s not a step away from her. “Because we’re not done,” he said. “Yes, we are, Colby,” Y/n said, which she shouldn’t have.

Next thing she knew, Colby’s hand was around her neck and she was pulled around a corner and slammed into a wall. Colby pressed his body against her so she couldn’t go anywhere.

“You just don’t understand, don’t you?” Colby asked as he unzipped his pants. “Colby, stop it! Let me go!” She tried saying loudly but the grip on her neck wouldn’t let her.

“The moment you gave me a chance was the moment you became mine no matter what. So that I broke up with you shit, doesn’t me dick to me,” Colby growled in her ear.

Colby pulled y/n off of the wall and then detached his hand from her neck, just to connect them through her hair and push her down to the floor. Now she’s on her knees, trying to make him let her go, but he won’t.

“It’s time to put you back where you belong,” Colby said, seconds before forcing his cock down her throat. She’s done this a lot. Even when he used to force himself in her mouth, it was never in a situation like this.

She began bagging and tearing up and he groaned and fucked her face. “Fucking hell, y/‘n. You still suck cock perfectly,” he said as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Just like old times when you loved being stuffed. But now you’re a little stuck-up bitch, and forcing me to do this,” he fake pouted before slamming balls deep into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he used his free hand to grab the side of her face. He pushed her head back, causing her to be pinned against the wall as he used her mouth for pleasure and punishment.

Y/n’s been crying, hating herself for even meeting Colby. She should have never given him a chance. Who knew he would have ended up like this with her? He just seemed too sweet, but in actuality, he’s a fucking monster.

“You take me so well, baby. If only you listened, I would be going easy on you,” Colby looked into the poor girl's eyes as his thrust got sloppy and he eventually came into her mouth with a loud groan.

Colby pushed Y/n off of him, causing her to fall to the ground. He fixed himself up and then quickly pulled her to her feet by her hair as she whined.

“This was a warning,” Colby said. He looked at her glazed lips as he hit his own. She doesn’t know how perfect she is for him. “I caught you!” Colby yelled loudly to make it seem like he found y/n.

“Act normal or we’ll have a problem,” Colby threatened before letting her go and walking away. She walked with him, wanting to get this game over with and go home.

One month later

“Don’t fucking touch me, Colby. You’ve already gone too far,” y/n said as she yanked her hand away from him at the bottom of the steps.

Sam had asked her to come over for another friend group video. After they were done, everyone decided to stay around and talk with loud music and drink.

Colby of course found a way to get her alone in the kitchen and talk to her. It started off nice, but he could tell y/n was a bit off. “Have you been drinking,” was all he had to say to set her off.

That’s when she inevitably stormed to the stairs to go to the guest room Sam had told her she could stay in since she’s the only friend who doesn’t live as close as the others.

Y/n stormed upstairs with Colby right behind her. “Don’t start this shit, y/n. You’ve already pissed me off with that drinking shit,” he said as she scoffed. “As if you don’t drink daily,” she replied.

That was when Colby sped over towards her as her back was still turned and grabbed her hair. “Colby-“ y/n tried yelling but he covered her mouth and pushed her into the guest room she was walking to.

“You just keep fucking testing me,” Colby angrily said as he shut the door and locked it. “You Know that I stand on business, so why do you continue to do this shit? Get rid of the damn attitude!” He demanded as I backed up.

“You’re sick, Colby, do you know that? Do you really expect me to want you after what you made me do!?” Y/n genuinely asked. Colby has lost it, but he doesn’t care. He needs her.

“I’m not sick. I just need you,” he said as he stepped towards her. She kept backing up until she hit a bed. Now her stomach sank to the ground. She knows what he did last time, and now that theirs a bed in here, he can do more.

“Help-“ y/n yelled for help but she was quickly cut off by Colby’s hand. They wouldn’t be able to hear her anyway with Sam’s loud music playing downstairs, and Colby knows that. But the thought of manhandling her always crosses his mind, and he can’t help but do it.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled at her as he used his free hand to yank at her spaghetti-strapped crop until it ripped off of her body. “No!” Her yell was muffled as he continued by forcing her shorts down until they were off.

“Stop! Stop!” She yelled, but this only angered him more. “You use to love this shit,” Colby said as he pulled his sweats down as well as his boxers. He’s always been too big when they had sex, and now that he’ll be rough, she doesn’t know if she can take it.

“You missed me?” Colby asked, rubbing his leaking tip around her clit. He knows he fucking misses her. He can’t go a day without emptying a load because of her. He’s punished him for too long.

“No-“ y/n went to deny but Colby forced his way into her without warning. He pushed until he was fully in her, filling her up with so much cock, she could barely beg him to stop.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” Colby groaned as he leaned down, inches away from her face, and proceeded to thrust slowly in and out of her cunt. He let her mouth go just to hear her whine and cry.

“Please stop this,” she begged, eyes watering and breath quickening. “No,” he thrust into her hard, causing her to yelp. He continued until he had a nice rhythm and paste.

“All this time you made me wear a condom to hide these wet masterpieces. Just for that, I’m going to fill you up until you’re leaking all night,” he threatened as she cried.

Colby licked her tears then began sucking at her neck, making sure to mark her as his. “Once we’re done here, you’re going to have a good ole sleep right next to me, so you understand?” He asked, but she didn’t respond. She kept crying. “Good,” he said, keeping his paste strong.

#18+#18+ content #18+ fic #18+ minors dni #18+ only #18+ post #smut #colby brock #sam and colby #dark!colby brock #cnc k!nk #rough cnc #rough kink #roughfuck

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The Run-Aways: Part 4 (Finale)

Pierre Gasly x Reader

Summary: You are forced to question what do you run from and what do you run to?

Warnings: Angst, language, drinking.

Word Count: 2619

Authors note: To the one anon who was asking if this was going to have a happy ending, you got your happy ending :D I hope you all like it and I can’t wait to hear what you think 😊

The Run-Aways: Part 1

The Run-Aways: Part 2

The Run-Aways: Part 3

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“Ready for the race tomorrow boys?” Max sauntered onto the balcony, beer in hand to join the rest of the drivers before the early night they all had to have.

A round of confirmations came through from them all, heads reluctantly already in the race, all except Pierre’s, none of them missing the far-off stare he had as he nursed his own drink.

Lando mouthing ‘what’s his deal’ to Charles and him returning a ‘don’t worry about it’ in the hopes that they would drop it and no exacerbate the issue further, despite all the driver’s paying attention to their silent communication, all curious

“I can see you talking about me” Pierre didn’t need to direct the statement at anyone, all the boys freezing at being caught.

“Okay, so what’s your deal?” Max was the first to ask, a combination of a lack of fear and a lack of social etiquette.

Nothing but silence. Pierre making it abundantly clear he didn’t want to talk about it. Or rather, he couldn’t talk about it.

He hadn’t spoken to anyone about you since that last phone call with Charles the day you had left him. Partly because he felt stupid for how he felt. God he had known you a week and you already had made him fall head over heels for you and then you just left him which brought him to the second part was that he devastated. It had been over a month since the greatest week of his life and he was devastated. The things you two could have been, God, the things he could have been, happy. He could have been genuinely, truly happy. He could have made you happy, he knows he could have. He would have rescued from whatever life you had run away from, and he would have worshipped the ground that you walked on. Given you absolutely everything you could have ever dreamed of.

Fuck, maybe he should have told you he was an F1 driver, maybe you would have stayed then.

No, Jesus, you weren’t that shallow and plus, he wanted you to stay for him. The car guy who ate street food on a fountain with you. The real Pierre.

Or was the F1 driver the real Pierre?

This is what frustrated him the most, you had completely changed him and now he wasn’t even sure who he was anymore. You had completely turned his life and all he had ever known completely upside down, in the space of a week.

What Pierre was sure of though is that he loved you and that the week he spent with you, that was the Pierre he wanted to be.

“Is this the girl you were cooking for?” Lewis, always kind, asked gently, a stark difference between how Max had asked earlier.

“How many people did you ask for cooking help mate?” the seriousness of the situation going over Max’s head completely, Lewis only giving Pierre a sympathetic look, knowing how devastating this could feel.

“There was once this girl” Lewis began in the hopes that it would make Pierre know this was a safe space where he could talk about whatever he was going through with you, “Man, I thought she was the woman I was going to marry, but, I don’t know, my lifestyle, this lifestyle, she just, she knew what her worth was and she left and truly, I thought I’d never recover and in some ways I don’t think I have, but she changed me man and I will never be the same man as before her and I can only be thankful”

A contemplative silence filled the space, all the drivers absorbing what Lewis had said, the older drivers knowing these experiences too well and the younger drivers dreading them.

“Every single day I live in fear that Isa is going to leave me because of everything, and I would be the shell of who I am if she had to leave. God, I hated the man I was before her, and I didn’t even realize how much until I realized how much she had changed me, for the better” Carlos spoke frankly, never uttering these words to anyone else before, but if there ever a good time to do then it was now.

“I’m scared I’ll never meet anyone who will ever love me, I’ve somehow gotten it into my head that I am completely unlovable, that I was never destined for the great love” Daniel shared his greatest fear, and truthfully, it was. Dying by hitting a barrier going 300km an hour was nothing compared to the overwhelming fear of never being loved for him.

“What if she was it?” Pierre whispered out.

“Then she was it” Charles wished he had greater advice than that one statement, but the truth is, sometimes, especially for them, they don’t really get the same things that everyone else gets.

It was a massive misconception that they all had these dream lives, like, yes, they had all this money and people adored them, but they didn’t really have love and when they did they clung to it like air, because truly that is what it felt like to them. A breathe of fresh air after being in water, after being drowned by everything else and all the inconsistencies and all the fake love, a breath of fresh air.

On top of it, they never really knew if it was them that they loved, like, truly them or if it was for the F1 driver version of them. It created trust issues like they never once in their lives thought they would experience. Trust issues around if their person truly loved them and paranoia issues around if their person was just going to up and leave them, just disappear.

Just like you had with Pierre.

“I miss her man” the tremble in Pierre voice was undeniable, all of the drivers well aware that he was fighting back tears, all too polite to acknowledge them, allowing him his moment of grief.

“I know” it was all Charles needed to say before Pierre was gripping onto him for dear life and he just cried, it wasn’t a hug, it was a lifeline,.

“Have you considered trying to get her back?” Lando spoke after a few moments and although it might have seemed like a simple plan, it felt like the most complicated in the whole world.

“She left Lando, she disappeared” Pierre answered honestly after a few moments, that being enough of an explanation for them all to understand.

“I fell in love with her, and she disappeared”

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A few days earlier.

“You have been moping around since you got back from that little disappearing act of yours” you colleague sat down next to you for her lunch break, “what even happened over there?”

“Nothing” how on earth did people expect you to put into words what had happened over there.

Your life changed. Every atom of your being was replaced with him. You were never going to be the same person thanks to Pierre, the car guy, who you had fallen head over heels in love within the space of a week. He had truly consumed you, just like you had asked him to and now you were left, dealing with the consequences of both feeling more whole than you had ever before and feeling like there was a massive part of you that was now missing.

You knew what that part was and you were terrified that no one was ever going to be able to fill it. No one but him.

“Bullshit nothing happened. One day everything was normal and then you were missing and then after a week you come back, with a tan and looking happier than you ever have before, and finally got rid of, and no offence, but that really shitty guy and worse friends and now you’re just this really weird combined mix of confident and sad and I refuse to believe that nothing happened” She was right, and god you were happy to have gotten rid of that scumbag after Pierre had shown you what you really deserved, but other than that, your life kind of just remained the same, you were still stuck in the same place, only you had changed, nothing else had.

You had outgrown it all.

“I changed is all” you’d hoped she dropped it and to your credit she did just that and you had never been more thankful for her in ability to focus on much else other than herself for more than a few minutes.

You couldn’t talk about him even if you tried. A mixture of guilt and grief in you every single time you thought about him, which you subsequently felt constantly. You felt horrible for leaving him that morning, but you couldn’t handle the thought of leaving him let alone actually doing it. You knew all Pierre had to do was ask you to run-away with him and you would and that terrified you. Your entire life had been completely mundane up until that holiday, up until you had lost your mind and ran away and fallen in love with a complete stranger and that scared you.

So instead, you left before you were forced to make any real-world choices.

“Well, since you changed, maybe now you’d be willing to get into F1 with me” she excitedly grabbed her phone to show you some videos of it, “trust me, you’ll love it and plus, the drivers are all super-hot”

And so she sat, showing you racing videos for the entire break, going through all the most amazing races, explaining all the rules and then she decided to introduce you to all the drivers, starting with the greats, Sir Lewis Hamilton and Sebastian Vettel and there were a lot of names she was expecting you to remember and then,

“Wait, go back, who was that?” God how did that driver look so much like him.

“Oh him, god he’s so attractive, holy shit, so this is Pierre Gasly, he drivers for Alpha Tauri and is arguably one of the more attractive F1 drivers there are” she casually skimmed over the information as if your entire world wasn’t imploding in front of you, and not because Pierre was an F1 driver, no, because you had actually found him, something you never ever thought you’d be able to do.

“Pierre Gasly, the Formula 1 driver” you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe now you did have a chance at reuniting with him after all.

And suddenly you were once again faced with a real-world choice.

“Listen, when and where is their next race?” you were frantically asking as you were packing up.

“This weekend, Austria” she responded as she watched you quickly making your way to your boss’s office.

“Hey boss” you waited for her to acknowledge you, “I quit, effective immediately”

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Race Day

How Pierre had managed to get through another weekend of being owned by everyone else was beyond him. He couldn’t keep dedicating his entire life to everyone, not when he wanted to only dedicate it to you.

No, no, he wasn’t going to think about you. He owed it to himself. And he was emotionally drained enough as it is after last night, having literally cried himself to sleep after that far too emotional conversation with the other drivers.

Fuck, it always had amazed him how they pulled through for him again and again and honestly, it was a little weird being comforted by the 7 times world champ for a broken heart but God, was there anything Lewis couldn’t do?

For now, all he had to do was get through this drivers parade and then he could finally be distracted by the race. Ever since that holiday all he had done was focus on the races, them being the only time you didn’t occupy his every thought.

As he climbed up to join the rest of the drivers, he plastered on the smile he had been trained to supply to the crowds, so they could quite literally parade them about. He was starting to see the similarity to the old-time gladiators more and more the longer he stayed in F1.

And so they began going around the track, him waving and smiling to the crowd along with the others, Lewis, Charles and Carlos checking up on him in their own ways as they went around, all knowing what this was taking out of him.

Pierre was doing okay though, having a giggle at all the fans, how they dressed up and the signs they held up, and then he passed one,

‘PIERRE, I’M SORRY FOR RUNNING’

And then he saw you, holding the sign. No, surely he was mistaken, dropping his hand that had been waving to the crowd to inside provide him with shade so he could get a better look.

It was you. You had found him.

Before any of the other drivers could even begin to stop him he was jumping off the truck and making his way to the fence, you following suit. Charles thinking he had finally lost his mind until he saw the sign and you. There was no way. Fuck, suddenly even he was shouting, encouraging Pierre on and soon the other drivers were too, all catching on to what was going on fairly quickly. You had found him. You hadn’t just disappeared. Charles wasn’t sure he could ever feel happier for his friend than he did in this exact moment. You came back.

Pierre’s brain was simultaneously working at a thousand miles a minute and not working at all. The only thoughts were about getting to you. He hit the fence the same time you did, and you both laced your fingers through, finally feeling relief at the skin-to-skin contact, tears in both your eyes.

He could do nothing other than smile down at you, the kind of smile that made his cheeks feel like they were going to split from how big the smile is.

You were here. In front of him. He finally had you back. He finally had the opportunity to be the Pierre he knew he could be, the truest version he could be, the version that existed only with and for you.

“Listen, I’m going to get you into the paddock okay” it was the first thing he said to you, thinking only of how to get you to him fully without a fence in the way.

“Yes, perfect, anything” and you truly didn’t care what he did, just as long as you got to be with him, the relief overwhelming that he hadn’t given up on you.

“What are you doing here anyway?” there was a small part of him that was scared you weren’t here for him, the question hanging in the air, him waiting for the confirmation he had so desperately needed to hear since the second you weren’t with him anymore.

The smile you had as you looked up to him was enough to make him crumble then and there. He wanted you, for the rest of his life, he wanted you. He wanted to worship the ground you walked on, he wanted to be better for you every single day, he wanted to take over the world if that’s what you asked of him, he wanted to give you absolutely everything and anything, most importantly, himself, but he wanted you.

And in a moment he knew for certain that you two had thoroughly and beautifully consumed each other.

“I guess I was tired of running away, so I decided to come home”

#Pierre gasly x Reader #Pierre Gasly x you #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #f1 x reader #max verstappen #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x y/n #Carlos Sainz #sir lewis hamilton

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Summary: the group reconvenes to figure out your next step after some disturbing news that put everybody on edge.

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4318

A/N: very unsure about the talk you have with Max here, I just hope nothing sounds too ooc if anything.

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PART 5 - FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS

Life has never been of value to you. You try and think of a single moment where you’ve truly been happy to be alive and draw a blank. It’s not as if you’ve had a particularly traumatic childhood experience or anything of the sort. As far as you remember, your parents were always nice to you... or they were until dad died and mom couldn’t deal with it to save her life, so she decided to forget she had a child and threw herself into religion. You basically raised yourself, and although she was there, her presence would be comparable to scratching a lottery ticket. You win or you lose. She praises you for being her lovely daughter or she tears down your psyche and slaps you for refusing to pray with her at dinner. You’d like to say the physical aggression was the worst of it, but it was the living scared of your own shadow, afraid you’d set her off, what haunted you to this day. That entire situation on top of being a queer teen in a small town in the '80s will probably not do much in making you thrilled for the wonders of being alive; but then why is it that when Max starts listing off the symptoms that the two dead kids suffered before they were violently killed, you feel dread overcome your body, its icy grip making you freeze in place.

“Chrissy's headaches started a week ago, Fred’s six days ago,” she pauses, “I’ve been having them for five days,”

It is Robin who turns your way, fully standing up, hands slightly shaking and expression panicked, “How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been having yours?” her voice trembles.

You were hoping she wouldn’t figure it out, but she’s always been the smarter one out of the two of you. Looking at the floor, unable to meet her eyes, you respond, “Three days. It would be three days today,” your voice even sounds defeated to you.

A chill seems to envelop the room, the mood in the entire office turning grim as you all grapple with the gravity of your situation. It’s Max who speaks again, mainly addressing you.

“I don’t know how long we have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw a goddamn clock so…” she breathes shakily, “Looks like I’m going to die tomorrow,”

A distant clang interrupts your conversation, making the bunch of you jump. In the crestfallen state you are all in, it is Steve who jumps to action, always glad to be of service. “Stay here,” he orders, and grabbing a floor lamp, heads to the dark hallway.

Of course, you don’t listen to him and follow anyway, but as everyone is exiting the room, you feel Robin’s hand slip into yours. Surprised, you look at her. She’s avoiding eye contact with you, but her determined frown and shaky breathing say everything she doesn’t, as her hand squeezes yours. It’s slightly cold and a bit sweaty, but the familiarity brings comfort to you anyway.

She walks in front of you, and you think it might have something to do with the recent revelation and the urge to protect you, so you let her. Fast footsteps run in your direction, and you all tense, Steve lifting the lamp in preparation for whatever’s coming. A figure rounds the corner, and you scream before recognizing freshman Lucas Sinclair as the culprit of your almost heart attack.

“Jesus, what’s wrong with you, Sinclair!” Steve scolds.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, panting for air.

“I could’ve taken you out with this lamp!”

“It’s just a lamp, Steve,” you remark unimpressed, to which he looks at you annoyed, muttering the words you just said in a mocking tone.

“Sorry, guys, sorry,” Lucas apologizes once again, still hyperventilating, “I was… I was biking for eight miles,” he motions the action with his arms and then lifts a single finger. “Give me one second. Shit,”

Once he’s regained his breath, he continues. “We’ve got a code red,” A what now?

Steve voices your exact thoughts but Sinclair just ignores him, walking straight to Dustin, “I’ve been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they’ve gone totally off the rails. They’re trying to capture Eddie and they think you know where he is. You’re in terrible danger,” he explains in an urgent tone.

You should’ve expected this. From the conversations you had with Chrissy in the past, you’re almost convinced she never loved Jason, even if she did care for him, but that boy basically worshipped her. Jason must’ve found out through the police that it was Eddie’s trailer where they found the body, and true to his nature, it doesn’t surprise you he’s leading a manhunt against him. God knows you wouldn’t do the same if that happened to Robin. Hell, you’re basically doing it for Eddie. You’ve gotta give it to the boy, it’s sweet, if mislead and most certainly inconvenient for you.

“All right. Yeah, that–that definitely sucks but we’ve got bigger problems than Jason now,” he responds, turning to look at you and Max.

Lucas seems confused, not entirely sure of what Dustin means, but due to his tone he appears to understand how dire the circumstances are, and his expression turns concerned.

With the information you needed from the school acquired, you head to Nancy’s house, while Dustin catches Lucas up on your recent findings. After he’s aware of what’s going on, he tries to talk to Max, who is not in the mood, only providing monosyllabic answers; so the boy decides to leave her alone. It is obvious to you that there used to be something there, but as much as you sympathize with Sinclair, you can’t even begin to imagine how Max’s feeling. You’re still processing the fact you might die in three days, and she’s just found out she could die today.

Apparently, though, Lucas and Max aren’t the only ones affected by this sudden turn of events. Robin’s thumb rubs the back of your palm in a repetitive motion, absentmindedly. She hasn’t let go since you left the school, seemingly finding the movement soothing, and you can’t say you’re opposed to the feeling of Robin's fingers intertwined with yours. You find it stranger, however, that she almost hasn’t spoken a word since Max gave the news, lost in thought, which isn’t particularly weird for her but you recognize she at least tends to participate more in conversations, whether it be with a witty remark or a snarky comment. It sort of makes you want to crawl in her head and find out what she’s thinking, but you also know Robin and respect her privacy enough not to push. She’ll come to you eventually.

The moment you arrive at Nancy’s house, you and Steve are put on babysitting duty while Nancy and Robin plan your next move. She’s reluctant to let go of you, like the moment she does you’ll be gone, but you squeeze her hand to remind her you’re still right here and she nods, assured as she drops your hand.

“You’ll tell me if anything’s wrong, right?”

“Yes, Robin,” you promise.

“Like under any circumstance, you’ll come running to me if you start feeling off, right?” she insists once again.

“I will, I promise,” you reassure. “Now go, you’re making Nance wait and we don’t have much time to spare,” you say with a smile, slightly pushing her shoulder amicably.

She seems like she wants to say something but looks back to where Nancy waits on the stairs to the second floor and thinks better of it. Together, they head to her room while you, Steve, and the kids head to the basement. You can’t say you’ve had the privilege in the past to visit the Wheeler’s basements, the only times you visited the Wheeler’s house already few and scarce, but if you had to guess, this was definitely Nancy’s brother’s little mancave. Once you’re down, Max goes off on her own while the boys sit and talk with each other, and you decide to approach Steve as the only other actual adult between the bunch of you.

“Should we… talk to her?” you ask, nodding your head in Max’s direction.

“I don’t think so, she’ll just blow us off. For now, it’s better we just leave her be, let her process,” he suggests, arms crossed as he leans against one of the wooden beams of the basement. He turns to you then, worried look on his face. “How are you though?”

You sigh, a bitter smile on your lips. “I’m just… trying not to think about it. I’m not the one in mortal peril, so I'm focusing on helping Max and everything that happens after will just… happen after,”

“Huh,” Steve says with an amused grin, “You’ve changed,” he muses.

“What do you mean?” you ask, genuinely puzzled.

“I mean, I’d gotten that impression before but now, I’m sure. The Y/N I knew would’ve tucked tail and ran at the first sign of an inconvenience to her carefully preserved lifestyle. And yet here you are, literally risking your life to help us,”

“Vecna would’ve gotten me anyway. If anything, I’m helping myself by teaming up with the only ones who have at least an idea of what’s going on and what this creature is. Really, I’m not doing much, just following along,” you say, refusing to take the compliment for doing the bare minimum once in your life.

“I wouldn’t call fighting against an outer dimensional being in order to help your friend not doing much, but sure,” he shrugs.

In truth, he does have a point. You didn’t use to care that much for anyone that wasn’t you and fuck if you would’ve gone out of your way to help someone like you’re doing right now. Eddie has had a big impact on you in that sense. He’s made you care again. About him, about people, about life. You snort at that. Eddie fucking Munson of all people teaching you the magic of friendship. Oh, he would shit himself laughing if he heard you right now. And there it is again, that feeling of longing when you think of him. You want to see him, you want to hug him, you want to tell him all about your epics adventures to clear his name and poke fun at him for being the only one able to get into such a big mess by quite literally doing nothing. Fuck, you miss him.

Steve interrupts your inner monologue before you can keep thinking about Eddie, “So…” oh fuck, you already know where this is going. Really? Again? “What’s up with you and Robin? How do you guys know each other?” You need to start charging for the amount of times you’ve been asked this question.

“Been friends since kids, I ditched her in high school, and now we’re… trying to make amends,” you summarize.

“So, like, you’ve always been just friends?” he asks, acting nonchalant and avoiding your eyes. You raise a brow at that, confused. What the hell is he trying to get at?

“Yes?”

“And Robin’s never like, acted any differently towards you?” he looks at his nails as his foot swings back and forth.

“No? She was mad at me, I’m still not entirely sure she isn’t anymore, but she’s pretty much always been the same,” you respond, off-put by his behavior.

“Cool, cool, cool, sure, sure, sure, sure,” he says, nodding rapidly, his voice a pitch higher than usual.

You sigh and try to reassure him, figuring he’s just worried about his friend, “Look I know you and her are friends, and I’m happy she has you. She’s always been a bit of a loner,” you say with a fond smile, “so I’m genuinely thankful she’s had someone looking out for her. I just–I was a dick, I know, but I had my reasons to do what I did, even if you won’t get it. Point is, I love Robin and I just want the best for her, promise,” you say, holding out your pinky to him. “You have my official permission to kick my butt if I fuck up,”

He studies you intensely, weighing the veracity of your statement, and apparently, it seems to weigh enough, as he smiles and links your pinky with his.

With that conversation over, you seize the remaining time in catching the boys up with the whole Victor Creel business, sharing photocopies of the article you and the girls found. Once you’re done, you leave them to their devices and decide to try your luck with Max,

“Hey…” you say, drawing out the greeting. “How’s my favorite read head doing?”

With a nervous smile, you approach her, but she responds immediately, not in the mood, “I don’t know you; you don’t know me. We’re neighbors and that’s it. I don’t pretend to suddenly become your friend ‘cause we’re both going to die,” she doesn’t even turn around, just keeps writing.

Okay, so that obviously wasn’t the best way to approach her. You attempt to put yourself in her place and think of a better way to talk to her, but then you realize that… you are in her place. You’re also going to die.

With that in mind, you try again.

“Alright, I get it, you’re not in the mood. I understand, really. But the reality is, I’m dying, you’re dying, it sucks, okay? But I’m here, and you can talk to me. Like you said, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you, plus, we’re both going to die anyway so anything you say to me will only stay with me. To the grave,” you emphasize.

She doesn’t respond this time but also doesn’t dismiss you entirely, so you take it as a cue to keep going.

“How ‘bout this,” grabbing a chair and turning it around, you sit near her, your elbows resting on the back of the chair. “I tell you something I’ve never told anyone, and you do the same in return,”

She turns to look at you skeptically, like you’re proposing the shittiest exchange ever, and you hurry to reassure. “It can be whatever you want. Deal?”

You hold out your hand to her and the one she’s writing with halts in its motion, as she slowly turns to look at you. Her eyes study your hand with distrust, like it’ll bite her, and very deliberately, she raises hers to shake yours. You smile at her, encouragingly, “Good, great,” And it is then you have a mild crisis. To be quite honest, you weren’t expecting to get this far. You thought Max would just tell you to fuck off, so you weren’t planning on anything to say after your proposition, and now you find yourself a little lost on how to proceed.

From the little you know Max, you’re pretty sure the girl is some sort of bullshit detector, so lying wouldn’t do any good. If you really wanna get to her, you’ll have to be honest. You try and think of something you’ve never told anyone, and the very thing you’ve been escaping comes to mind. Terrifying, but honest. Your hands shake as you contemplate the possible consequences what you’re about to say could have, but despite them, you decide to do so anyway. If you’re going to hell, you might as well deserve it. “I’ve… I’ve never told anyone this but, since I was a kid, I… I felt different... than the other kids. The other girls,” Max listens to you attentively, trying to gauge if the secret you’re about to tell her is worth the deal, “I found out something about myself, about who I am, that made me–it made me think I was wrong. Broken,” your voice starts trembling at this point, and you have to fight to get your words through the tight knot that’s formed around your throat. “I didn’t know what to do, so I ran from it, I hid, and in doing so, I ended up hurting someone I care about. Someone I love,” you say, gaze downcast. “To be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable with it. That scares me, but… it's been more than five years now and it hasn't gone away, and I'm afraid if don’t start being myself, I’ll never actually be at peace in my own skin,”

The vulnerability is making you feel exposed, and you’re transported to the past. Suddenly, you are a meek 12 years old in a confessionary talking to the priest at church, your perverted thoughts leaving your mouth in hushed whispers, ashamed of yourself, and asking for forgiveness from a God you don’t believe in. Taking a deep breath, you looked at her straight in the eye and prepared to confess, “I… I like… I like girls. In the way… that boys like girls.”

The size of the revelation, you think you are supposed to feel like the world has moved off its axis, but instead, you’re just overwhelmed by a deep sense of peace. A huge weight feels like it’s been lifted off your shoulders, and you don’t think you’ve ever been able to breathe in your life as you do just now. You smile. Actually, truly smile in what feels like years, and when you touch your cheeks, you feel them damp from the tears that fall from your eyes, and you laugh, you laugh like a little kid ‘cause you’re finally free. This truth is no longer yours to bear anymore and you’re free.

Max is quiet in front of you, taking in what you’ve just told her, and when she speaks again, you’re afraid of what she’ll say, but she completely dismisses your admission. “My brother,” Max says, “My brother was a jerk. He was a jerk and I hated him, and I wanted him gone and I couldn’t stand him. And then–then he died,” her voice cracks, and she takes a deep breath, collecting herself “And none of the facts stopped being true, but–but it’s all–it’s all my fault. I couldn’t save him. I just stood there watching as that–that monster killed him,” she lifts her eyes from the floor to search for answers in yours, “I failed him, and I don’t know what to do ‘cause I wished for him to be gone so many times and now he finally is and I just miss him. And it didn’t take me but God sometimes I wish it had,” a sardonic smile takes over her face as she lets out a humorless laugh. “And then I’m faced with how much of a liar and a coward I am ‘cause I don’t want to die, not really… but maybe it would get rid of the guilt and I can’t bear with it anymore. I just can’t. I cant.”

No longer do you see the broody teen that used to be in front of you, but a child, a child who’s terrified to death of what’s about to happen to her. “I’m scared,” she admits avoiding your eyes. “I’m so scared,” Carefully, you get up and go to hug her, giving her enough time to pull out of reach if she doesn’t want to, but surprisingly enough, when you hug her, she squeezes you tight while you rub circles with your hand in her back. The moment you stop hugging her she avoids your eyes, and you start walking to where the boys are discussing the Creel situation, figuring you should let her collect herself, before you hear her faintly say behind your back.

“I’ll keep it.”

You turn around, “What?”

“Your secret,” she looks at you in the eyes, a wisp of a small sympathetic smile in the corner of her lips, “I’ll keep it,”

You return it, grateful and relieved, “Thank you,”

She nods and you leave her be. That’s probably enough heart-to-heart conversations for now. You decide to take a nap, tired after being awake for almost two days straight, and you’re woken by the sound of rapid footsteps descending the stairs to the basement. Robin and Nancy stand at the base of the staircase, proud smiles lighting their faces up.

“Okay, so…” they exchange glances, “We have a plan.”

Once they’re sat, Robin proceeds with the explanation. “Thanks to Nancy’s newspaper minions, we are now rockstar psychology students at the University of Notre Dame,”

“I’m now Ruth,” Nancy announces.

“I’m Rose, and you,” Robin says, looking in your direction, “are F/N,”

“Ruth?” Steve inquires.

Nancy only shrugs with a smile and you gotta say, she does have a very Ruth face.

“So we called Pennhurst Asylum,” she continues, “told them we’d like to speak with Victor Creel for a thesis we’re co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics–”

“To which they said no.” Robin finishes.

“But we landed a three o’clock with the director,”

“Now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor,” sure, easy you think.

“And then maybe we can rid you and Max of this curse,” Nancy says sympathetically, looking your way with a sad smile. You nod at her, appreciating the thought.

“Yeah, about that. We’ve been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh… we got some questions,” Steve adds.

“Lots of questions,” Lucas stresses.

“So do we. Hopefully, Victor has the answers,” Nancy responds.

As Steve sifts through the folder, confusion overtakes his face, “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a second. Uh… where’s mine?”

Ooh, low blow.

You can’t help but giggle as you enter Nancy’s room, Steve hurrying after Nancy in front of you. The room is as pink and feminine as you expected from her, and you are unable no to gape a little bit. After your dad died, you and your mom weren’t exactly left in the best economic situation, so seeing Nancy’s room brings a slight feeling of envy. You could only dream of having something as nice as this.

“Nancy, you’re outta your mind if you think I’m babysitting again,” Steve protests.

“Okay, first of all, they’re not babies anymore; and Max is in real danger, she needs people around her,” Nancy argues back. Gee, you feel for him, you really do, but Nancy’s right. Someone needs to watch the kids and turns out Steve has a knack for it.

“I know, but why does it always have to be me? Why can’t she do it?” he points his finger to you, accusingly.

“Hey, don’t pin this on the dying girl, pretty boy,” you retort. Maybe the guilt-tripping isn’t the most moral thing to do, but as much as you like Max, Dustin, and Lucas, you wouldn’t be exactly thrilled to spend your last moments alive with them.

Robin joins the conversation as she enters the room, eyes taking it all in with a grin on her face, “Oh my god, you have a Tom Cruise poster,” she turns around to look at Nancy, a cute grin on her face as she regards her curiously “You have a Tom Cruise poster” she drawls suggestively.

“That’s… old” you snort at that. Sure, Nance, sure.

Robin laughs and you think you fall in love all over again. She starts to rummage through Nancy’s stuff and it occurs to you that she resembles a small child that’s just consumed too much sugar, eyes bright and curious. You look at her with what you think must be the most pathetic lovestruck expression ever, but you don’t care, you don’t mind how lame or pathetic you look.

Because it’s her, and you love her.

Nancy, though, doesn’t share your perspective, “Can you please not touch anything?” she pleads exasperated. Robin just smiles her way, completely ignoring her.

“I can’t do anything here, Nance. Maybe I can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I don’t know, I could like–turn on my charm,”

“What charm?” you tease with a shit-eating grin. He just glares at you, but it’s worth it when you hear Robin guffaw with laughter

“Good one,” she says approvingly, palm up for a high-five.

You slap her hand and hear Nancy speak again, “Not the charm we need,”

“Ouch,” is Steve’s only response.

“No, I just,” she sighs, “Look, I–I did a little digging last night and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay?” and you’re supposed to convince… that dude. You.

Shit.

“This is a lifelong student of the world, and if we’re gonna win him over we have to convince him we are too. That like him, we are true academic scholars,”

“Holy shit, there’s a little ballerina in here,”

You all turn to look at Robin, who holds a music box in her hand, as she bites her lip with an amused expression, and you have to resist the urge to face palm yourself. This is your best friend and you love her, this is your best friend and you love her. Steve looks at Nancy, his face the visual representation of ‘Are you serious?’

“Academic scholar? She’s giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah,” he deadpans.

“Hey! You’re talking about the girl who helped you decipher the Russians' message and can speak several languages, be more respectful!” you say, holding your laughter as you slap his arm. He grunts and Robin looks your way, a blush painting her cheeks, before addressing Steve with a smug smirk.

“What she said.”

“She may not give a scholar vibe now,” Nancy trails off as she searches through her closet, before finally holding out a pink shirt and looking at Robin. “But she will.”

“Oh, please tell me that you’re joking,” she responds, horrified.

Okay, now you do laugh.

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Too Late

BIlly Hargrove x flayed!fem!!reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: angst, the reader being flayed though it isn’t very detailed

Author’s Note: i’m not sure how i feel about this one but writing for billy is such a treat i don’t even care <3

Requested: by anon, billy hargrove x flayed!reader 👀 ive been thinking about him having to work along side the party and i have been craving angst 👁👁

Summary: the request !

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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It should’ve been him. That’s all he could think about when he was driving his car down the street back home from work. It should’ve been him driving on that street that night. It should’ve been him but no, it was you. You had said you would meet Karen Wheeler just to give her a piece of your mind. He let you go. He never had any actual intention of meeting Karen. He figured standing her up would get her off his back.

But you never came back home.

Something else had come back in your place.

Billy had been waiting in your bedroom, the window open since he had crawled through it. You had come back and practically ignored his presence. Your tone was even. Your eyes were dead. He knew you better than anyone else in this world and he knew that whatever was there, it wasn’t you.

Billy took a sharp turn. He had seen Max at work earlier. He couldn’t believe he was going to his step sister for help. It was stupid. He would just be admitting defeat. She likely wouldn’t even believe him. But he couldn’t go to his dad or step mom.

He did a u turn on the road, turning back to work. Thankfully for him, Max was walking with her friends on the side of the road, their voices raised. Clearly whatever they were talking about was intense.

He pulled over to the side of the road, swallowing his pride.

He wouldn’t ask for help ever. Not unless he thought something was wrong with you.

“What?” Max asked, voice still as filled with acid as it had always been when she was talking to her brother. She was flanked by the party, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will and Eleven. He didn’t know any of them by name.

“You guys need a ride?” he asked.

“Sick of trying to run us over?” Mike spat. Billy almost sped away right there but then he remembered how you had looked at him the night before.

Like you had no idea who he was.

“Just get in.”

Warily, Max got into the passenger seat of the car. Everyone else piled behind the two of them and then Billy was driving again.

“Where are we going?” Max questioned. Billy cleared his throat.

“You guys dealing with...anything out of the ordinary lately?” he asked brgrudegnly.

“Maybe,” Mike said, leaning forward. “Why? Are you?” He glanced at Max who was watching him intently. His eyes flicked in the rearview mirror at the host of eyes on him now.

“Y/N came home last night.”

“As she usually does. Is this story going to include something gross?” Max questioned, arms crossed. He shook his head, clenching his teeth. He turned his wheel so that they were parked on the side of the street. He needed to not be driving when he tried to explain what he saw in you.

“Her body came home but…she didn’t,” he said, staring straight ahead. He tried to imagine how you would tell them if it was him in your place.

“What do you mean?” Dustin questioned.

“She was dead in the eye. And then I went to check her car and it looked like she had gotten into a crash.”

“Maybe she just has a concussion.”

“Why wouldn’t she tell me she had crashed her car?” he asked, looking at Max.

They stared at each other for a moment. Max seemed to recognize what he was trying to get across. He wouldn’t be asking them for help if he wasn’t sure that whatever happened to you, wasn’t normal.

He also looked more desperate than she had ever seen him.

It was nice to know Billy had feelings beyond anger. He really did love you.

“Okay. Where is she now?”

You were at the pool still. It’s where Billy had left you. You were in a couple layers which was odd for you anyway. You usually only liked a robe over your swimsuit when you were around. Max observed you quietly, arms crossed. She had met you plenty of times before. You and Billy had been going out for a couple of months now.

You slid off the lifeguard seat. You saw Billy, you locked eyes with him, and you kept walking. He tried to hide his devastation as best as he could. “If she were normal her tongue would be down his throat,” Max explained. “That isn’t normal.” “You could say that again,” Billy muttered. “You got a plan on how to get her back to normal?” “We don't even know what’s wrong with her yet,” Dustin said. “Let’s just hope we aren’t already too late.”

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anonquack · 3 years

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Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 10661

Warnings: Some curse words and overthinking. This one got a bit long!

Summary: After a CC Convention is announced, you and your friends plan to meet up for it. You expect to enjoy yourself with friends but instead are forced to deal with feelings you didn't even know you had. Luckily, your friends are there to give you a push in the right direction.

"Okay but height comparison between Quackity and Sapnap when??" You asked midst all the chaos occurring on that wonderful night. Despite your busy schedule, you'd gotten some time off to finally stream and some friends to keep you company.

Which resulted in this mess of a stream you were now broadcasting.

Your question caught their attention, and a soft scoff could be heard from Sapnap's mic.

"You're kidding, right? You're basically saying you need to CHECK that I'm taller when we already know that's true. You're insulting me." Sapnap said, the cockiness evident in his tone. You couldn't help but stare at your monitor in amusement at how sure of himself he sounded.

"That's not true. Literally check the height check Karl and I had versus the one Sapnap had with him." Quackity argued back, earning scoffs from almost everyone on the call.

"I know you're trying to use that to back you up, but you're just proving my point." Sapnap was intense whenever he became competitive or got into arguments, so you could only raise your brows as you watched chat fly by with their own opinions on the discussion, including their very questionable comments regarding Sapnap and how attractive he was being.

"Well, personally," Bad quipped in, "I think Sapnap's the taller one. Just makes the most sense since Quackity gives off Short Person Energy."

"Yeah? Well keep that WRONG opinion to yourself. That shit's embarrassing-"

"Language!" Bad interrupts Quackity, eliciting a laugh from everyone on call.

"You know chat," you call out after pondering on a solution for a bit, "We can figure this all out during the meetup!"

"Meetup?" Bad asked, confusion evident in his tone. You could almost see his furrowed brows and confused smile.

"Yes, Bad, meet-up. All four of us. Plus the others. And you guys, if you decide to go." The last bit was directed at the viewers. "Don't you remember? The convention is a thing that's supposed to be happening this year."

"Ohhh." He let out a small sound, as if his memory was finally coming back. "I haven't decided if I'm going yet." He admits softly.

"You most certainly are! You have to be there so I can beat BOTH Sapnap and you up once we all find out I'm the taller one." Quackity chimes in finally, teasing tone evident.

"As if," Sapnap scoffs, "Bad and I will literally kick your ass."

"Language." Soft as ever, and also a sign that it's getting late. You look over at your monitor, which displayed the time before letting out a small gasp.

"Oh- it's late. I hope I haven't been keeping you guys awake for too long. It's probably best we end for tonight anyway." You hum softly as you click some tabs away, noticing the faint sounds of stretching heard in the background of the call.

"It's fine, I wasn't even tired until you mentioned how late it was. You should've kept quiet." Quackity says with a patronizing tone, to which you simply chuckle.

"Thank you guys for sticking around. I really had a lot of fun.. we should do this more often. Us four." It was an honest confession, but perhaps too soft for them all and too personal for the audience to listen in on too.

"I had fun too, you should invite me to your streams more often, or, whatever." Sapnap mumbles, sounding a bit tired as well, but sincere despite the lack of care in his words.

It results in a small smile on your face anyway.

"Bye!! Thank you for inviting us, I'm gonna miss messing around with you all. Sleep well." Bad adds, a small whine to his voice as they all start saying their goodbyes.

As they finish up their goodbyes, you quickly deafen to start saying your own goodbyes to chat and thanking the last minute subs rolling in.

After all is over, you finish closing up the tabs, leaving the discord one last. As you're about to officially leave the call, you realize there is still one person there. He hadn't left.

"Quackity-?" You'd voiced out in confusion after undeafening. You'd thought they'd all leave while you took your sweet time saying goodbye.

"Yeah?" He sounded confused by your own confusion. You couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your face.

"Were you waiting for me to end or did you just forget to leave the call?" It was a genuine question, but perhaps a teasing tone slipped in towards the end.

"I was waiting, I'm not an asshole nor a dumbass." He lets out a laugh before continuing. "I just wanted to say I had fun tonight."

You hummed softly, "I'm glad you did. I had fun too."

"If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling all too well, and just, joking around with you.. Sapnap, and Bad.. well it was just really nice. Thank you." His tone was soft, filled your headphones so nicely and brought comfort into the air.

"Oh, well it's good that you're feeling better now, but if you ever aren't feeling up for a stream.. please tell me, okay? Your wellbeing is much more important to me than a scuffed stream."

"No no, it's fine. I needed something to distract myself with and you all helped so much. It really got me excited for the meet-up. I- I can't wait to hang out with you in person. With all of you, I mean."

The smile on your face grew, almost to the point where it had your cheeks hurting. "I can't wait to hang out with all of you either. Good thing we won't have to wait long, hm?"

Faint sounds in the background of stretching and even softer yawns. "Mhm. Do you wanna switch to phone call?"

It was the usual invitation to fall asleep on call together. At this point, it almost felt strange whenever you headed to bed without Quackity mumbling stuff about his day to you or hearing the soft breathing sounds from his end of the call.

"Sounds good. Talk to you in a bit." You smiled, hearing a small bye from him before leaving the call. You turned off your whole setup for the night and headed straight to your bed.

It didn't take long for the phone to start ringing a few moments after you'd managed to lay down.

"Hi." You answered softly, placing the phone next to your head as you covered yourself with your blankets. It was only a matter of time before the sleepiness took over, but for now you'd enjoy Quackity's company.

"Hey." Was his response, voice sounding much closer now that you were laying down with your phone so close to your ear. It almost felt like he was laying down beside you.

You wondered for a split second what that would be like, if he'd be warm and welcoming or if he'd value his personal space while sharing a bed. As friends, of course.

You refocused on his voice as he began talking about his plans for the meet-up, and all the things he wanted to do once you all were in person. It was so sweet to hear how excited he was, and just how much he wanted to do with you all.

Sweet moments like these make you hyper-aware of the amazing friends you have, and how much love you have for them all. Tonight couldn't have been better, all thanks to them.

—

As the meet-up date gets closer, and more interactions happen during streams / calls / messages, it becomes more evident how much your friends mean to you; just how badly you want to meet all of them.

And as the date for the meet-up gets closer, responsibilities such as packing for your trip join your very long To-Do list.

You're on the phone with Bad as you both choose clothes to take, folding and packing them nicely. Making conversation, with Rat barking in the background occasionally, as the cherry on top.

Moments like these make you realize how good of a friend Badboyhalo is. He's kind, always knows what to say to help people feel better. He's funny, he's charming, full of love and support for his friends.

You two had been joking around on FaceTime for quite some time after you'd packed all essentials. He showed you tricks he'd managed to teach Rat, and you gave him an apartment tour.

Neither of you seemed to be getting tired, so you stayed on call until somehow you ended up sprawled on your sofa, laptop at hand, screen sharing YouTube videos. Bad was resting comfortably on his bed as small giggles left him at the absurdity of the videos you two were watching.

Every few minutes a small "We should do that," or a "Imagine Sapnap doing that," or a "I want to meet you all so bad," would be murmured into the air with only a hum of agreement to compliment it. It only made you yearn for your friends even more.

"Bad." You called out after quite a few random videos and lids getting heavier with each second.

"Yes?"

"When I see you, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you. I hope you know that." You said, small smile on your face as you watched his head lift up from the pillow at such a fast speed.

"Language-! But well, that would be nice. I will also be giving you tons of hugs. To all of you." He pauses for a second before continuing. "I was actually kinda nervous for the meetup, but now I'm just so excited."

"I'm really glad to hear that, Bad. I will make sure you enjoy yourself to the max."

"Thank you y/n," he replies softly, resting his head against the pillow again, "I will make sure you enjoy yourself too."

You smiled at the state he was in, you two would fall asleep in no time, so your thoughts were honestly incoherent, and your tongue could not be tamed as your thoughts wandered aimlessly.

"Do you think I can take Sapnap and Quackity in a fight? In case they try to beat me up?"

"I doubt they'll try to beat you up, they'll be too busy fighting each other, and he'll be too busy thinking about how cute you are." His words were slightly slurred at this point, and all you could do was laugh as you imagined a fight between Sapnap and Quackity as fans tried getting a picture with them.

It crossed your mind for half a second to ask who exactly would be thinking such a thing, but any sign of a functioning brain between you two was nonexistent at that very moment. So all you really said was, "Good. But I'm still going to be prepared just in case."

—

After so many excited calls and planning, the day was finally here. Everyone would be traveling out today to meet up at the house you'd all managed to rent for the week / weekend you guys would be staying there. This way, you'd all be able to maximize the time spent together, and also save money. It sounded like a wonderful idea, really.

After arriving in the city, you patiently waited for the driver that'd be taking you there. You couldn't help but realize just how anxious you were starting to feel. The moment when you'd meet all your friends was getting closer and closer. What if it wasn't everything you'd expected? Or if it was awkward?

The ride there was too quick. Before you knew it, you were pulling your luggage out the trunk and heading up the path that lead to the front door. You stood still for a few seconds before your knuckles were knocking against the firm wood. The noise echoing for a few seconds as you stood in anticipation.

The door swung open, and with a big grin, you were pulled into a hug by no other than Badboyhalo. You quickly wrapped your arms around him as well, not wanting to let go. He was finally here! And he was real! Real, so so real. Any concerns you had on the way here slowly dissipated the longer he had you in his warm hold.

"Bad!" You said happily, slightly squishing him as your embrace tightened for a few seconds. Seriously too good to be true, but true nonetheless.

As he finally pulled away to smile at you, you felt lightheaded at the insane rush of dopamine in your system. As your head finally cleared up, you realized someone else was walking towards you two.

He wore a small smile on his face as he approached, it slowly growing as he got closer and as excitement became harder and harder to contain.

"Quackity." You called out, face lighting up immediately at the sight of him.

"Hi." He responded, sheepish smile on his face. Had he always looked this good?

It only took a few steps before your arms were around him, pulling him close. Although your firm grip caught him off-guard, he managed to melt into the hug soon after, arms wrapping around you as well.

"Big Q! Quackity! Alex!" You smiled as you pulled away, hand reaching up to give his cheek a light squish. You couldn't really help yourself, he was just too pleasing for your eyes. If the dopamine from earlier wasn't already too much, having him this close and feeling oh so real was even more deadlier.

He laughed at your affectionate touch, obviously not having enough of you either. It didn't take long for him to pull you back in for another embrace. "Holy shit." he mumbled into the hug, "You're actually fucking here. I can't believe it y/n." His tone was soft and it had you melting into his embrace all over again. It was intoxicating in the best way, but eventually you both pull away, smiling at each other with so much appreciation.

You hadn't really taken into account just how excited you were to see all your friends, especially someone as important as Quackity. The one you told almost everything to during late night calls, the person you could honestly consider a best friend. All of them were that to you, but it just felt so much stronger with him. You didn't really know how to explain it.

Before you could even give your mind time to dwell, Quackity was being pulled off you by none other than Sapnap and Karl, which quickly replaced Quackity's arms with their own.

"Guys!!" You called out happily as you hugged them back just as tightly. "Am I really the last one here? Where's Dream, or George?"

"We've literally been waiting like an hour for you to get here! We were all getting impatient." Karl laughed as he finally pulled away from the hug.

"Seriously impatient." Mumbled Sapnap into your shoulder before letting go from the warm embrace. "What took so long?"

"Sorry that I don't live as close to here as you guys do. My flight took longer than expected too."

"Who cares! At least you're finally here." Dream's voice, followed by heavy footsteps on the floor, and laughter as George ran over to where you stood with your suitcase.

"Y/N!! We're all finally together." You almost closed your eyes instinctively from how bright his smile was. George's energy was so contagious, you couldn't help but return the energy he was giving you.

Finally, you turned to Dream, who was standing there in all his tall glory.

"Holy shit." You mumbled as you eyed him from head to toe. "You're so fucking tall."

Laughter erupted from everyone before big arms wrapped around you, filling you with warmth and love. You were finally here with all your friends, and it was better than you could've ever imagined.

"Okay," Karl announces once everyone had greeted each other and given all the much needed hugs, "We were actually thinking movie night so we can all just relax and enjoy each other's company. What do you think, y/n?"

"You aren't getting any complaints from me. What movie are we watching?"

At that, Karl and Sapnap raced off to see who could get the remote control faster. You assumed it was in regards to who had the power to choose what everyone watched.

You watched in amusement as Karl and Sapnap argued over what movie to watch, George chiming in here and there just to fuel the lighthearted argument.

"Did you think they'd be just as annoying in person?" You jumped slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you, but quickly relaxed as Quackity stood beside you.

"No, I also didn't think it was such a big deal who got to choose the movie." Your eyes trailed back to the arguing pair.

"Oh hush. The food Dream ordered isn't even here so really we're doing you all a favor. Taking our time to choose wisely." Karl argued back, to which Dream laughed.

"I guess that's one way to see it, but it's almost here according to the app, so hurry up."

Silence, before the arguing resumed and filled the living room with a pleasing buzz.

You watched as Dream headed over to you and gently placed his hand onto your shoulder, "Let me show you where your room is so you can get all comfy before movie night starts, yeah?"

"Thank you, Dream. I'd actually really appreciate that." With that, you gave Quackity a small wave before following after Dream. Freshening up after sitting in a plane for hours would certainly help make the rest of the night 10x more pleasant.

—

Once you'd walked back out into the living room, you saw everyone had their plate of food, everyone already comfy in their spots.

You looked around before spotting the empty seat beside Alex and the plate of food you assumed was for you.

"Hurry! He's not gonna bite. Sit down so we can finally start movie night." Sapnap whined the longer you stood around.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that.." George mumbled before receiving a stiff elbow in the ribs from the person seated next to him.

"Language." The last fatal blow.

Dream chuckled before pointing at the available seat. "We even waited for you in order to start eating, so sit your ass down."

You playfully rolled your eyes as they all started complaining about how long you were taking. You sat down beside him, giving him a glance before picking up the plate of food before you. It was still nice and steamy, just like Dream had said it would be after dropping you off in your room. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were until now.

After taking a few bites and hearing the movie start, your gaze returned to the person peacefully sat next to you, taking a few seconds to truly take in the sight before you.

He was wearing a plain black short-sleeve shirt, and some basketball shorts. He looked so comfortable. And even indoors with friends, the beanie kept his hair away from his face and hidden, poorly, but hidden nonetheless.

You smiled as you got comfortable as well, admiring how the light from the TV illuminated his face before finally deciding to focus on the actual entertainment Karl and Sapnap had worked so hard to pick. All for movie night.

The movie was interesting, and you couldn't help the few times you almost choked on your food due to all the jokes being slipped in throughout the movie. Maybe Karl was right about how it takes time to pick the perfect film that fit the mood. A good laugh, some good food, and the company and comfort from friends was the best thing to do on the first day together.

Before you all knew it, you were 2 movies in and all in drowsy states.

Everyone excused themselves, the exception being George and Quackity whom had fallen asleep towards the end of the second movie. Dream agreed to wake George up, meanwhile you turned to the sleeping figure next to you.

He looked too cute, mouth slightly open from the uncomfortable position he'd fallen asleep in. You gently shook his shoulder. "Alex." You called out a few times, until finally his eyes fluttered open and he slowly looked around in confusion.

"You fell asleep during the movie. We're all heading to bed for the day, come on."

Regardless of his sleepy state, he stood and followed as you two headed to your rooms.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Night, y/n."

As you finally laid in your bed for the next week, you couldn't help but feel so fortunate to have such a wonderful opportunity to meet all of your friends and share a home with them.

You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for you all.

—

It was a lazy morning and lazy afternoon the next day, the only exceptions being going out for lunch, but besides that everything was done in the comfort of their home.

Dream, Sapnap, and Karl were busy playing a multiplayer game in the living room while Bad, George, and Quackity messed around in the kitchen, eating snacks and making up the absolute dumbest shit to stay entertained.

It seemed difficult to choose which group to spend time with, but you found yourself headed towards the kitchen within seconds of contemplation. Sitting on a chair laughing at George's dumb jokes, egging Bad on, and laughing along to Quackity's contagious laughter.

You found yourself coincidentally seated beside Alex as you all continued to chat and mess around. After some time, the other three joined in, and dinner was ordered so they could all eat together after a long day of lazing around.

You'd all rented out the house for a few days before the convention in order to be able to enjoy more time together, so lazing around today hadn't really seemed like a waste of time, or like it could've been spent better. You'd definitely suggest actually going out for dinner rather than just ordering online for the rest of your stay though.

Before you knew it, chaotic dinner was over and people were headed straight to bed, a certain pair deciding to stay awake just a bit longer in the living room.

You rolled your eyes at their bullshit excuses before heading straight to your room. You quickly changed into sleepwear before sitting in bed and simply scrolling through social media. Honestly, you were tired but not to the point where you could easily doze off. Something felt like it was missing, and you silently racked your brain for answers while continuing the mindless scrolling on your phone.

About 30 minutes later, there was a soft knock on your door. Any distraction was welcome at this point, so you called out to let them know they could walk in.

Before you stood Alex, who seemed to be fresh out of the shower. He was in his sleepwear as well, but the beanie was nowhere in sight. His black hair was out in display, most likely to let it dry, but such a sight still had you in shock.

Not that you hadn't seen it before, but it always surprised you. No matter how many glimpses Quackity provided you with.

You stared in shock for a few seconds longer before snapping out of it and telling him to come in. He smiled and sat down on the edge of your bed.

"I couldn't sleep." He stated, before deciding to further explain. "I almost called you right now before going to bed.. I guess that's just how used I got to our calls-? But then I realized you're literally in the same house as me."

Ah. So was that what was missing? The reason why you couldn't doze off as easily? Because you weren't on call with him?

"That's true, I guess." You hummed before chuckling, "What's wrong with talking on the phone while we're here too?"

"You kidding? I'm not trying to be like Dream and Sapnap who still voice call and barely see each other even though they literally live together." You laughed at his comment, making him laugh as well at the absurdity of that situation.

"So what does that mean? You came to sleep here or something?" It was a joke, really. But I mean, why else would this dude be standing here by your door, talking about how he wanted to sleep call but instead found himself here.

"If you'd let me."

You almost choked at how easily he answered, was he joking too or was he actually expecting you to let him climb into bed? To sleep, of course, but it still had you taken-aback.

"You're serious?"

"Does it look like I'm joking?"

You stared at him for a bit before shrugging, "Get in then."

Nothing wrong with 'sleep calling' in person, right? Laying in the same bed, chatting until each other's voices lulled them to sleep. I mean, just because it was in person this time didn't make it any weirder. They'd slept on call together too many times to count. This was fine.

Alex smiled as he closed the door behind him and headed onto your bed, starting to get comfortable.

As you two lay there, you couldn't help but turn to your side and simply stare over at him. His hair to be exact. He'd never had it visible for this long, on group calls, normal calls, or just showing glimpses. It felt so surreal.

"What?" He mumbled.

"It's just- your hair. It looks so nice. You look nice." You smiled at the sight before adding, "You should do a hair reveal already so everybody can see this."

He turned to lay on his side as well so he could be facing you. "Hell no. Plus, doesn't it make you feel special? Being one of the few people who have seen it? Especially up close and personal."

The last part made you realize just how close you two had gotten within the last few seconds. Being at this proximity made you realize a lot more facial details you hadn't noticed before, probably due to camera quality and pixels.

Your hand slowly reached out, coming to a halt next to his head. He realized what you were trying to do and came a bit closer, letting your fingers gently run through his hair. After a few seconds, it all felt too natural.

There you were, laying in bed with Alex, gently playing with his dark locks as you talked about who knows what and simply enjoyed each others company.

This is basically what those late night calls felt like. Except this was definitely way better. It had the physical aspect of it that calls did not. You got to see him in such perfect resolution face to face, without worrying about any possible lag. You both were real. Basking in each others presences happily.

It didn't take too long for you both to fall asleep, and it didn't take too long either for your sleeping bodies to find comfort in the heat sources nearby.

What started as a simple arm draped around the other to steal a bit of body heat turned into having him close enough to smell the scent that lingered on him from his shower. Close enough for his grip on you to feel just a bit too intimate. Close enough where maybe their noses touched.

That was possibly the comfiest 9 hours of sleep either of them had gotten in a long fucking time.

—

The warmth you find yourself surrounded by makes it hard to get out of bed. As you attempt to fall back asleep, you realize that you're not tired. On the contrary, this might be the most satisfied (in terms of energy and sleep) you've felt in a long time.

What the fuck??

That's when that warmth you'd loved not even a minute ago comes to mind. At first you'd thought it might've been the blanket, but one glimpse to the side answers all your questions.

Alex was the one providing you with this comfortable and lovely warmth. He'd come over last night talking about 'sleep calling' in person. How could you forget?

The tension that had spiked in your body at the realization that someone was in bed with you oozed away as you looked at his peaceful state. He looked.. cute.

A few hair strands were on his face, and you couldn't help as your hand instinctively reached out to get them off his face. You hoped it wouldn't wake him up. He looked too peaceful.

As his face came into full view now, you openly stared, noticing the little moles he had all over his face. It was like stars splattered on the night sky.

As your gaze lowered and lingered on his lips, you realized just how pink they really were. And how unbelievably soft-looking they were. It brought you back a memory of his smile from yesterday while you both ate and watched the movie. You hadn't really caught the bit that had made him laugh since you were staring at him. He had a really pretty smile.

Your thoughts were interrupted at the realization that his eyelids had fluttered open, and were now staring up at you.

Oh God. You probably looked like such a creep right now. The heat that was rising up your spine and onto your cheeks must've been obvious, since he let out a small laugh.

"Were you enjoying the view?"

His morning voice took you by surprise. Sure, you'd heard it during calls sometimes, but this was on another level. It was wonderful.

"I was debating whether or not I should wake you up. You looked too peaceful." You answered, trying your best to steady your embarrassment. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He just didn't have to know all the other thoughts that crossed your mind.

He chuckled at that, before stretching a bit. "Thanks for letting me wake up on my own." He sat up, looking over at you with a small, satisfied smile. "That might've been the best sleep I've gotten in a while."

"Me too." You admitted, soft smile on your lips meant for him and him only. He stared back before returning the smile.

You two stayed in peaceful silence before deciding now was probably the best time to get up and get some breakfast with the rest of them. "We should get dressed so we can go eat."

He simply nodded before giving a small wave, heading back to his own room.

It didn't take long before you were heading out of your room and following the faint laughter into the kitchen. They were seated at the table, barely setting plates down and getting ready to eat. Just in time.

"Y/N! Good morning." Karl smiled, waving you over to the available seat beside him. Everybody else called out their good mornings as you got settled into your seat.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Sapnap mumbled from the seat across you. "You and Quackity sleep so fucking much."

You tensed a bit at that. Did they know you two had slept together? In the same bed? Had they tried waking you up and found you two together?

It's not what it looks like, is what you'd probably say as an explanation. Even if they didn't ask for one.

George nods in agreement, "Sapnap and I almost went and knocked on both of your doors. But we figured you both must be tired, so we just came to get breakfast ready."

Okay, perhaps they didn't know. Afterall, they were suggesting that Quackity was still in his own room. "I'm sure he'll get here in a bit." You responded, thanking Dream as he set a cup down on the table for you.

"Finally! Sleeping beauty chooses to come grace us with his presence." Sapnap greeted. You turned your head to see none other than Quackity flipping Sapnap off as he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed for the day, and had his hair hidden away with a beanie.

"How'd you sleep?" Bad asks as Alex finally sits down at the table.

"Wonderful. Best sleep I've gotten in a while." His eyes meet yours for a bit, and you can't help but smile at the implications of his words. You'd helped him sleep well. He felt comfy with you. He smiled back before looking back to the cup being given to him.

"Mm that's good." Bad nodded, before serving whatever breakfast him and Dream had managed to cook for everyone. Bad never failed to amaze you, talented as always.

"We were planning on going out today, is everyone up for it?" George asks, looking around the table for any signs of complaints.

"Honestly I'm all for it. I want to spend time with you all, exploring or just looking around." Sapnap answered, to which you cooed.

"Aww Sapnap, we'd love to spend time with you too."

"I'd fucking hope so. Now where did you want to go, George?"

"Dream and I were researching fun things to do here and we found a pretty good list. Just need you all to say yes and we can head out after breakfast."

He wasn't getting any no's, so the plans were set. Everybody ate their breakfasts before heading out the door to wherever Dream and George planned on taking them.

As you all walked to your destination, which wasn't too far according to George, you found yourself walking beside Bad.

"So, Quackity huh?" You ripped your eyes off from where they were to look back at him.

"Huh?"

"You and Quackity." He wasn't elaborating any further, which left you confused.

"What? What about him?"

"Well, you were staring at him right now and-"

"Oh. I zoned out, Bad. I'm sorry. Hopefully you didn't get the wrong idea." You interrupted him, letting out a small laugh.

"Well, that's not really what gave me the 'wrong idea'.. it was mainly the smiles and stares you two were giving each other this morning. And well, in general. Wanna fill me in on something?" He raised his brow, putting some space between you two and the rest of them by slowing his pace.

Your eyes widened slightly as you slowed down as well. "He was staring at me?"

He nodded, before adding "As much as you were staring at him."

You opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, before you heard Dream calling out to you two, saying they found the place. You gave Bad an apologetic smile before walking with him to where the others stood.

You'd come to a place with food, alcohol, and arcade games. You couldn't have expected less from Dream and George. It was perfect for this group.

You watched as Karl and George bought the cards you'd all be using to play the games. Soon after, they came back and handed everyone their card. Everyone was ready to split off to play different games.

"Y/N and I are going to fetch a table so we can leave our stuff there." Bad said with a smile. You looked over at him knowingly before nodding in agreement.

The rest of them nodded, Sapnap grabbing Dream's arm and racing off with him to the games. Karl, George, and Quackity went off to another game, excited chatter following them.

You walked beside Bad in search of a table quietly, watching as he looked around before finally approaching a table big enough to seat you all.

He sat down, looking at you expectantly. You did the same and cleared your throat as his gaze remained on you. You let out a small sigh.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." He smiled a bit at that. "I mean, he came to my room last night, said he couldn't sleep, and then we slept together. That's it."

You watched as his eyes widened slightly at the information he'd just gotten before your own eyes widened.

"Wait- no no! Not like that. I meant he literally slept with me. Like we fell asleep together." You could feel the heat rushing up to your face. "He said he got used to our sleep calling and I just let him sleep in my bed. It was really comfy."

You looked up, his stunned face making the heat rise faster. "Woah. I thought the cheeky little glances you guys were giving each other was things starting to get good, but you already shared a bed with him??" He let out an amused laugh.

"It's not that big of a deal, Bad. We sleep call all the time.." You felt sort of embarrassed, hearing his reactions and telling him things that felt more intimate than they should be.

"Uh? Not a big deal?? You're kidding right?" He let out a laugh, happy smile on his face. "You guys like each other!"

"Bad-! Keep it down please.. and we certainly do not." You were sweating at this point, Bad was so energetic and happy right now, and the thought of Alex hearing any of this had you on edge.

But the most discomforting part of it all was how much truth his words held. Did you actually like him?

"Am I lying, y/n?"

I don't know, is what you would've said, if it wasn't for the confusion clouding all your senses.

"y/n?"

You looked over at him, mouth slightly open, trying to form your thoughts. "You really think I like him?"

"I mean, I've been having a feeling. Since before the meet up."

What? Was it obvious for everyone? How had it taken this long for you to realize it? Those intrusive thoughts while you were staring at him this morning in bed. Had those always been there? Was he aware of your possible feelings?

"Holy fuck, Bad. A lot of it is starting to make sense." Your eyes were slightly wide from the fear of what this implied. What this meant for your friendship with him. "I-I think I do like him."

He seemed to notice how tense and shocked you looked, so he reached out and held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

At the moment, you were connecting all the pieces, and things were slowly starting to make sense. Why you acted a certain way around him, random thoughts thinking he was cute, the need to meet him as soon as possible. God, why had it taken so long for you to realize?

"I mean, at least you ended up liking a nice muffin, right?" It sounded more like a question, which had you letting out a laugh. "What I mean is that he's a good guy, liking him isn't horrible. I can see why you'd end up liking him. Plus- I think everyone can see you two are pretty close."

His words helped ease the tension building up in your shoulders, but your head was still spinning. "I know he's nice, but in what sense? As in, I'll confess and he'll reject me nicely?" You paused, tensing up at just the thought of how awkward that would be. "I'd hate to ruin our friendship just because my dumbass caught feelings."

"Language." He mumbles, before letting out a small sigh. "He's nice as in he'll be understanding if he DOES reject you. But did you miss the last part of my speech? I said your friendship with Quackity is very different, anyone can tell you guys are really close. I can see where these feelings might've come from."

"Just because we're close doesn't excuse me having feelings for him. I mean, what does that say about me? Unable to have close friends without growing romantic feelings for them?" Your voice sounds hushed, as if it's dangerous to admit your feelings out loud.

"I'd say we're close friends, do we have romantic feelings for each other?" He asks softly, playing with your fingers absent-mindedly.

"I mean, I love you tons."

"I love you too, but it's not in the way you like Quackity, right?"

You kept quiet, gently biting at the inside of your cheek. Your brain was looking for ways to invalidate your feelings, tell you it wasn't right, but Bad was fighting through that and trying to reason with you.

"We both love all of our friends, and are really close to them.. but what you and Quackity have is different. I can see why you ended up liking him. Plus.. I really don't think he'd reject you. In fact, I think he likes you too."

"Bad." You warned, unsure you could handle overthinking the possibility that he liked you too right now. The realization of your own feelings was already too much.

"I'm just saying." He says, raising both hands in playful surrender. The sight elicits a small laugh from you.

But maybe.. maybe you were a bit curious. "You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. Plus, this is coming from someone who's been friends with both of you for a very long time. I see and notice things."

"Thank you, Bad. I really appreciate you and just‐ thanks for talking this through with me." It's honest and raw. He'd watched you sit at this table, trying to work everything out in your brain, and had just been endlessly supportive.

"Of course. I'm here if you need anything, alright? Now, just relax and let's go play some games, yeah?"

"Okay.. let's go!" You smiled and tugged at his hand, leading him over to where Sapnap and Dream were playing.

There was no way you were letting your own feelings ruin the fun of good food and some arcade games. You'd deal with that later.

—

Bad's advice and pep talks are top tier, but sometimes he oversteps. He doesn't mean any harm, but at times it is just too much. This is one of those times.

There's just a few days left before the big convention, and honestly the time spent together so far has been an absolute bliss. And well-spent considering you've all been out and about more often.

You find yourself in the living room with all of them, joking around and making up stupid songs while Quackity plays a beat he claimed to have made himself on his phone. It's peaceful, and no joke is taken too far. Until Bad starts trying to be the 'best wingman', as he likes to claim.

"Quackity, you should write a song for them, and perform it here in front of everyone." He says as he nudges you suggestively, a knowing smile on his face. It's so sudden and you need to make sure you heard correctly. You can feel yourself tense up at the thought of Quackity making a song dedicated to you. Specifically you. No one else.

Of course, it comes off as a joke, but since Bad knows you like Quackity it just seems way more personal. It seems like he's making it so obvious, but maybe everyone else is painfully oblivious. Clueless.

"Wow Bad. You just want him to roast the shit out of me, don't you? That's messed up." You make a noise of disappointment, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

George laughs at that, "Wowww Bad, that's pretty messed up. But you should, Quackity. Make one about Y/N and their muffins. It'll be funny." George didn't know a thing, but it felt like he was making it worse. As if there was a specific reason why they teased him into making a song about you.

With the playful cheering of everyone around him, he cleared his throat and a new beat started to play on his phone. Before you knew it, he was singing about your fictional muffins and how he would order a dozen, and found a way to include Rat slander in there as well.

Maybe you were stressing out for no reason at all. Perhaps you were the only one taking it weirdly and everyone else was just joking around making stupid songs up on the spot. You took a deep breath, and began to relax.

As the night continued, you tried to avoid any possible spotlight, focusing on getting George and Sapnap to go at each other, and the others egging them on so all you really had to do was watch the chaos ensue. It would all just lead to Sapnap calling the rest of them out and starting more playful fights.

As arguments kept coming up, the one you'd all been talking about on that one stream came to mind.

"Wait.. we still haven't done that height check between Quackity and Sapnap." Karl said with a shocked laugh. "How many days have we been together exactly?"

"Too long." Dream chimed in, eager to see the short people fighting over height they didn't have. At least not compared to him.

"Oh yeah huh." Sapnap said in realization. "Stand the fuck up right now, Quackity." He stood to his full height, puffing up his chest to try and appear taller or bigger.

Quackity rolled his eyes, "You guys only brought that up because I was clearly beating you guys in that argument."

"Okay? Stand up then."

If you were a person passing by hearing this conversation, you'd think a brawl was about to break out. Maybe you'd call security. But having context, it really was just Sapnap in his arguing mood, petty and trying to prove a point. There was no way he was sitting down until he proved he was taller than Quackity.

A small grumble of disapproval left Quackity's mouth before he stood to full height. Bad walked over and lead Quackity towards Sapnap, telling them to stand back to back so everyone could see the height difference.

You sat there in anticipation as Bad got them set up, watched as they compared heights very carefully, watched as the results were announced, and watched as Sapnap cheered and screamed some shit in Quackity's face when it turned out he was a few inches taller than Alex.

To make things funnier, Dream walked over in amusement and checked their height difference himself, making the other two look so much smaller than they already did. It was always a pleasant shock seeing just how tall Dream was compared to the average person.

This lead to height checks between all of them, trying to figure out who was the tallest (easy) and who was the shortest.

After everyone had gotten tired from the playful arguments and day they had, they began leaving to their rooms to freshen up or get comfy, probably needing a break from the banter.

Dream, George, and Karl had agreed to go pick up something to eat while the rest of you guys stayed in the living room. Just chatting now, relaxing, no height wars or petty arguments. Kinda.

"By the way, I found this one cool shop with a bunch of anime stuff. You're coming with me to check it out, right?" Sapnap asks, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you all while scrolling on your phones.

You looked up in confusion, not sure who he was talking to. His eyes met yours, and he gave you a look that said he was waiting for your response. "You wanna go with me?" You ask, a bit shocked since you'd expect him to go with Karl or something.

"Duh. We could look through the whole shop and see what we can find. Maybe go eat afterwards." He explains with a smile. He seems excited, and his energy is just so contagious, you can't help but smile as well.

"Well, since we're all here I'm assuming we're invited as well. Right, Sapnap?"

It's Quackity, inserting himself into the conversation, eyebrows raised and lawyer voice on, ready to fight Sapnap on this. This earns him a scoff from Sapnap.

"Don't think you'll wanna come with us. I know it's not really your thing."

"Sapnap, I'm sure he can join. Don't you see he's pouting? Plus, I'm sure food will cheer the baby up." You tease, watching as Quackity's facial expression changes into a scowl.

"Yeah right. Plus, it's rude to ask them out in front of Bad and I. We're literally their plus twos."

Bad snorts. "Plus twos? He's definitely not letting us tag along now."

Sapnap nods. "You literally have so many other days you can spend with them. Let me have my moment. Ask them out yourself if you want later."

You stiffen at the implication he's making, unable to stop the confused frown that appears on your face.

"Whatever." Quackity mumbles, before quickly switching the conversation to his beanie and what he should do to stop fans from snatching it off his head.

The topic of conversation is interesting, and quite frankly very funny, but you can't help but focus on Sapnap's comment.

Surely, he meant no harm. But you can't help the feeling that your little secret you'd shared with Bad was growing more noticeable. And if Sapnap knew? How long would it take for Quackity to realize and push you away?

"Y/N?"

You blink away your state of confusion as you refocus on the conversation. "Huh?"

"I said, how does superglue sound? For his beanie and stuff." Bad had been calling out to you, trying to reinvite you into the conversation. Apparently, you'd been quiet for a while.

"You're such an asshole, Bad. You just want to see me bald so bad." Quackity huffed.

"Not true! Also language."

Bittersweet. Your own thoughts were ruining the fun conversation your friends were having. How to answer this without seeming too obvious? Not like a pining idiot?

"I mean, so what if your hair falls out? The beanie will cover it. It's worth it."

"Plus," adds Sapnap, "your fans have been saying you're bald anyway. Prove them right."

"You're all no help to me and my problems." Quackity finally mutters, earning a laugh from the three of you.

His problems. You wouldn't wanna add another by making him have to deal with a friend trying to get out of the friend zone. You really need to get your feelings in check.

Honestly, you need to get better at hiding this shit. You can't just keep going quiet or getting lost in thought whenever someone suggests anything NOT platonic between you and Alex. I mean, it's ridiculous at this point. Bad is giving you stares, Sapnap might know by now, George might know. Hell, maybe even Quackity knows.

Too much. As soon as the others get back, you excuse yourself and call it a day.

—

Sapnap had been serious about going to that Japanese shop. He'd woken you up early, made you get dressed, and was dragging you out the house before the others could bat an eyelid.

Honestly? You'd had a lot of fun. Watching him look through all the items, picking out everything he wanted, getting matching plushies and these tiny figurines that ended up being too fucking expensive for their size. He'd been so happy, you even offered to pay for his meal in exchange for what he'd bought you earlier.

Throughout your adventures with Sapnap, you received a few notifications from Quackity, asking what you guys were up to, when you'd be back, and whether Sapnap was forcing you to stay over there with him. Sapnap and you rolled your eyes at that last bit, sending him a picture of you two flipping off the camera. All jokes, of course, and in return you received a picture of Quackity doing the same. Then he began claiming that you guys could stay there all day for all he cared.

"Seems like someone is jealous." Sapnap had said after reading Quackity's messages. You looked over at him in surprise before he quickly pocketed your phone, dragging you along to a new section of the store he'd wanted to check out.

Did Sapnap really think so? Could there be a chance Alex actually liked you, like Bad had suggested?

Beside your overthinking, the day had been well-spent, and by the time you got home, you were ready to get out of your outside clothes and into your PJs.

As you finally walked out into the living room, you watched with an amused smile as Sapnap sat with the rest of them, showing them everything he had bought at the shop, including little gifts he'd brought for them all.

No matter how 'careless', he came across, Sapnap was truly a softie. It was endearing watching him hand out the gifts you two had bought at the shop.

You made your way over to the couch, sitting beside Quackity and giving him a smile as he raised his brow. "Don't think I forgot that picture you sent me earlier today."

"You know I didn't mean it." You mumbled as you returned your gaze to Sapnap and his cheerful smile.

"You owe me an apology. And you need to make it up to me."

You scoffed at that, "You flipped me off too."

"And? You did it first. I'm the injured party here."

"Fine." You sighed, turning you gaze back at him. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Mmm.. how about we 'sleep call' again?" You froze at his suggestion, looking over at the others to see if they were listening in on your conversation.

They weren't, all too entranced with the small rant Bad was going on about a certain manga Sapnap had bought.

How could this man just admit that you two slept together with his whole chest. Without a care in the world for who was listening.

"Is that really all you want?" Stunned was the only word to truly describe how you were feeling at the moment.

"I mean, for now. I'll have to see tomorrow if I feel any better."

You rolled your eyes at that. He would most likely take advantage of that and drag it on for as long as he could. "Did you really miss me that much, Alex? Need to make up for the time lost today?"

"Wow. You're trying to make me look desperate now?"

"I just think that's how an outsider listening in on our conversation would interpret it."

"Y'know what? Let's go right now. Since you wanna call me desperate."

Again. Stunned. How was this man acting like it was nothing? This shit wasn't normal. Last time wasn't too bad because you didn't know, but now? You'd be too focused on not making it seem romantic, just purely platonic laying on the same bed together with your friend who you don't have feelings for.

It didn't take long for everyone to start heading to their rooms. He excused himself, and you followed a few minutes after, heading to your room in a daze.

As you waited for him to come to your room, you couldn't help but wonder if it'd be the same as last time. Would you be able to play with his hair or cuddle close in a strictly platonic way? Maybe you could call him bro a few times so it didn't seem like you liked him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and revealing him in all his glory. He looked so comfy, and the beanie was once again nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps you were overreacting, but you felt this was his way of letting you know he trusted you. That he was truly comfortable around you.

This time, he felt more at ease entering your personal space. He got into bed and got comfy on his own. It didn't take long before he was facing you again, just like last time.

You smiled at him and did the same as him, your previous plans of putting distance and calling him bro getting thrown out the window at this new sight of him.

He looked so cute, just laying there and looking at you. He looked so warm too, you couldn't wait until you actually got to pull him close and blame it on your sleepy state.

"So," he started, "how was your date with Sapnap?"

Huh? The tone really caught you off guard.

"It wasn't a date. We just went to look at some manga he wanted, and got little gifts for everyone. Went to eat."

"Sounds like a date."

You narrowed your eyes at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Well, it wasn't. Why does it matter to you though?"

"It doesn't."

"Then?? You jealous or something?" You raised a brow, genuinely confused, but also wanting to see his reaction to the last bit. Maybe it'd give you some insight on his feelings for you. If there was any.

"I'm just making sure! Sue me for trying to respect anything that could possibly be going on between you two." He paused. "I wouldn't want to be asking you to sleep with me and then it turns out you and Sapnap are a thing."

You paused and simply stared at him. Was this dude serious? He was worried about you and Sapnap dating, when in reality you liked HIM? Sick and twisted.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. Sapnap and I aren't a thing. I like someone else." You answered, and honestly you don't know why you said that.

He paused for a bit, expression unreadable before simply nodding. "And is it possible to know who this someone is??"

How did you end up in this position? It wasn't that long ago that you were confessing to Bad about your feelings for Alex while surrounded by fucking arcade games. And now you were in bed with him while he asked who your crush was. Leave it to you to mess up this badly.

You took a few more moments to just lay there with him, hand eventually going to his hair and gently playing with it. "I don't want to ruin anything." You finally responded.

It was the truth. You could just tell him, but you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your revelation lead to him growing distant, or him rejecting you and ruining the rest of the trip.

At that, he sat up, making your hand slip out from where it had been playing with his hair. "Are you afraid you'll hurt my feelings?"

You sat up as well, staring at him for a bit before shaking your head. "I'm afraid you'll hurt mine."

"I wouldn't dare." He said reassuringly, hand reaching out to intertwine with yours.

It might've been the adrenaline rushing through your body, or the pessimist in you just telling you to get over with it, but you sat there and confessed that you liked him.

At first, there wasn't much of a response beside his wide eyes and stunned smile. You didn't necessarily know what that meant. Was he on the verge of laughter or was he shocked because he liked you as well?

The silence was killing you, and you swear you could feel tears threatening to spill as he continued to just stare. Nothing could've possibly been worst than his silence at that moment.

"You really do like me? Me, Alex Quackity?" Were his first words, and you watched as he shook his head, as if he was trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't expect you to feel the same or-"

"No no. You like me?"

He was trying to get you to repeat it, or admit it again, but it was torture.

"... I do."

He smiled at that, coming closer and using his free hand to cup your cheek. "Yeah? Well, it's your lucky day because.. I like you too."

You really couldn't believe what you were hearing. Bad had been right about him liking you as well. If he found out, he'd brag about being right and being the 'best wingman' for so long.

"Seriously?" It never hurt to double check.

"Yeah."

And with that, the distance between you two was closed. Soft lips pressed against each other awkwardly at first, not used to kissing your best friend, but it soon melted into a sweet first kiss.

After he pulled away, you gently cupped his cheeks as well, smiling at just how unbelievable this was. The guy you'd been unknowingly pining for this whole time actually liked you back, and you'd just kissed him on your bed. Bonus: he was staying the whole night for some cuddles.

You laid back down, pulling him with you and simply wrapped your arms around him, leaving small and shy kisses on his cheek, not used to this at all, testing what was okay and what wasn't. But his smile and kisses he was giving you as well told you he was more than fine with this.

"Does this make up for it?" You mumble against his own lips, teasing tone evident.

"Yes, yes it does."

—

The next morning was when the countdown finally came to an end. The day you'd all been waiting for; The Convention.

You knew this meant getting up, eating breakfast, and starting to get ready. It was a big day.

But when Quackity wanted to lay down for just a bit longer, how could you possibly say no?

This lead to you both having to walk out of your room and head straight to the kitchen 15 minutes later. There was no time to waste by pretending to have come out of your own rooms and at different times.

As you both approached the dinner table and sat down, you realized the table was dead silent, all eyes on both of you.

You looked up, making eye contact with Bad. He had this knowing grin on his face, and you couldn't help it as you felt the heat rushing up to your face. Quackity seemed unfazed by it all, simply yawning and beginning to eat his breakfast.

"So did it work or what?" Sapnap broke the silence, an expectant look on his face as he stared between you and Quackity.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, now feeling very confused.

Bad couldn't hold in his laughter any longer, and burst out into happy giggles.

"Well we were trying to make Alex get jealous so he could finally make a move. Did he do it?" Sapnap asked. Karl was smiling wide, trying to cover it with the sleeve of his sweater.

Did this mean that Karl, Sapnap, and Bad all knew you two liked each other? Had these three plotted this shit? Getting you two to realize your own feelings?

"What? You did that shit on purpose?" It was Quackity's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Duh. We figured we'd give you guys a little push in the right direction." Sapnap had a satisfied smile on his face.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Your friends had worked together to make you both come to terms with your feelings. Since you two were so oblivious. Wow.

"I hate to say it since it means you actually helped,,, but it did work. We talked last night and well.. we both confessed." There was a soft smile on his lips as he told the others about what had happened.

Bad let out a small cheer, clapping his hands excitedly before congratulating you both on talking out your feelings.

"Okay now that the lovebirds are finally together, let's finish breakfast and start getting ready. Remember today is a big day!" Dream said, sounding quite excited himself.

You'd honestly forgotten for a few minutes because of the whiplash of your friends confessing they were playing cupid.

Today was the convention. The whole reason you'd all traveled out here. This whole trip had been lovely, leading up to the final event.

And you'd be leaving with a date, and good memories spent with fans and friends.

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dilfdarling · 2 years

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Control

[Otto Octavius x Enchanced!Reader]

Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Summary: Being locked up in Strange's Dungeon is not as fun as one would think.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, swearing, nothing too bad. Yet.

A/N: NWH SPOILERS AHEAD!!! I LOVE NED LEEDS AND THIS CHAPTER SHOWS THAT. This is sorta, kinda a little filler? We about to get to the meat though baby! Buckle your seatbelts babes!

“Stephen-” Your voice was calm and level, but your entire being was shaking. Stephen could see your anger, it was becoming palpable, “Let me out.”

“No,” Stephen did not even look at you.

“Stephen!” You hit the barrier, getting his attention. His eyes locked onto yours and your pupils blew wide, black taking over the sclera. “Let. Me. Go.”

For a moment, you had Stephen stuck in your mental grip. Peter watched as the doctor walked towards the mechanism holding you captive. Everyone was watching. Blood began to run down your nose. You couldn’t hold it anymore. You let out a loud yelp and Stephen gathered his own consciousness again.

He froze where he was and looked at you, eyes wide with fear and concern. You covered your nose and your ass hit the concrete floor of the cell. Tears welled in your eyes and you looked at Stephen with sadness and anger.

“Y/N!” Otto yelled from his cell. He struggled in the grasp of his own creation and your eyes wandered to him.

“I’m fine-” You groaned and leaned back, back hitting the barrier behind you. “I’m okay.”

“What the fuck was that?” Max was quick to ask.

He didn’t get an answer. You were too tired to speak. Stephen held his fucked up spell in his hands, and began to tell Peter he was going to send the men back. Everyone was quick to object. No one wanted to go back to their own timeline to die. Not when there was something for them where you were.

Your eyes went wide at the thought of your new friend leaving, going back to his fucking grave, and you sat in your cell, too upset to speak. You only watched as Peter stood up for everyone else.

“Uh,” Ned quickly intervened, “Dr. Strange, sir-” Everyone looked at him, “Since Y/N isn’t part of this, what’s gonna happen? I mean, being an Avenger is no joke-”

Stephen’s eyes cut to you, “We’ll deal with that… Later.”

You slumped over in defeat and pouted. You really were going to have nothing once this was over. No home, no privacy, no friends. Tears welled up in your eyes, your mind going blank. Your powers were slowly draining everything in you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could take that.

Normally you would comply, be a good little dog, and do whatever some other hero asked of you. Now, you wanted nothing more than to do the opposite. You wanted to make Stephen let you out. You wanted to release everyone and go on your merry way. But you couldn’t even hold a baby’s attention, much less Stephen’s.

You were caught up in yourself when you realized Peter was gone.

“Where did he go?”

You perked up and looked around. MJ and Ned gave you a confused look and you stood up. You furrowed your brows and watched as MJ and New stood there, confused. Not knowing what to do in a room full of criminals.

“Uh. Y/N?” Ned caught your attention, “Or do I need to refer to you as something else? Cause-”

“Y/N is fine,” You smiled.

“Okay, well, what happened? I thought you were an Avenger?”

“What is that?” Flint asked from his cell.

Ned gasped and MJ groaned. “You really don’t want him to explain it.”

“No, no,” You crossed your arms and smirked, almost forgetting that your nose had been bleeding, and you were absolutely covered in blood, “Tell me what you know about me specifically. What information do you have?”

You were on the sidelines, a lot, as an Avenger. For someone to realize you and your abilities, that meant a lot. You weren’t trying to be cocky, really, you needed to know what you looked like from the outside.

Ned’s eyes widened, “Well, I know you’re really nice, which, I think it’s weird how you ended up here...”

“Wrong place, wrong time,” You shrugged it off.

“But I know that you heal people, I mean, Peter talked so highly of you-” Ned seemed to be grateful to even be in your presence, “And he said you can control people! I saw that with Dr. Strange… I didn’t think you-”

“Compelled?”

“-other heroes.” Ned finished.

“My loyalties lie elsewhere these days,” you gave Ned a small smile, “Stephen isn’t my friend right now. Hell, I didn’t even know Pete was until earlier today.”

“You brainwash people?” Max asked, his eyes on you.

“Uh, sure.”

“That’s pretty useful-”

“How far does that extend?” Connors poked his head towards you.

“Leave it.” Otto was quick to jump in.

Your eyes cut to him, and he watched you. Norman furrowed his brows and looked between the two of you.

“You’re here because of him?” No answer. Norman nodded.

There was an understanding there it seemed. He looked like he would have been in that situation with Otto too if needed.

Peter flung through a portal and reappeared in the room. Stephen nowhere in sight. He was holding Stephen’s corrupted spell. You tensed even more once he turned to face the lot of you. He didn’t want to hit that button though. You sighed and leaned back and began to wait. Wait for whatever Peter had in mind.

Then he presented the idea of fixing everyone.

“Fix? Like a dog?” Otto was becoming agitated.

A lightbulb went off, “Peter?” You bit the inside of your lip. He looked at you and there was silence, but only for a moment. “Do you think you could help me?”

“Yeah, of course,” Peter fidgeted, “I mean- Yes.”

You nodded. You were up for anything. Being able to actually use the powers you didn't even ask for would be nice.

“If shit goes sideways-” Max started.

If something happens, you thought, it better be before I’m fixed. You were not going to let these men harm anyone in your vicinity. Even Otto. Especially Otto.

“MJ,” Peter handed the spell over to his girlfriend, “Press this if I give you the signal to.”

MJ grabbed the cube and glared at the men, threatening to press the button. You couldn’t help but like her confidence and bravery, but you were terrified as well. If she pressed that button, sending them all back… Sending Otto back… you couldn’t think about it. You didn’t want to even think about him going back at all, but for him to go back only to fucking die? Not on your watch.

“So,” you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes before your heels hit the ground, “you gonna let us out?”

“I don’t like the way you said that- Your body language-”

“Peter,” You groaned, “My physical state is slowly decaying, like I could hurt you if I wanted to anyway.”

He mumbled ‘fine’ a couple times and you were all released. You were quickly escorted out to some large truck. Peter was fast to ask if you wanted up front, probably to get you away from those men.

“No,” You and Otto spoke at the same time.

“I’m kind of a wanted criminal right now, I don’t know if you know that or not? I think it’s best if I sit in the back.”

Peter gave you a little knowing look, seemingly forgetting the military was after you. You hopped in the back with the men and sat beside Otto, pulling your knees up to your chest. Your arm slightly touched one of his metal ones, one that was wound tightly around him, and you felt yourself relax.

“So,” Max started, “how did you end up here?”

It was going to be a long ride to wherever Peter was taking all of you.

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Like Fall, Like Spring (Drake x MC)

PART ELEVEN

A/N: maxwell has entered the chat.

It was ten thirty and Drake already left for his meeting slash date slash whatever it was with Kiara. Riley was pacing in her bedroom and weighing up different options.

She could stay in the house and do nothing like an adult but then she wouldn’t know anything.

She could confront Drake later but then he could say it was none of her business and he’d be right.

She could spy on them like a child she was but then Drake would see she didn’t change.

Five minutes later, she already had a headache and half of the solution. But there was one place she needed to go to first.

~~~~

Armed with a box of cronuts she rang the bell and waited for the person she was once so close to.

“Riley?”

“Maxwell!” She put her hands around him and pulled him into a hug. He was stiff and didn’t return it.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m visiting you. I missed you,” she said. He shifted uncomfortably.

“If you missed me so much you wouldn’t leave in the first place.”

“Max...”

“Or you’d keep in touch.”

“Max... I’m so sorry! There was so much going on in my head and I had to deal with it alone.”

“You didn’t have to. You could turn to me instead of ending our friendship.”

“I never ended our friendship! You’re still my best friend!”

“Friends don’t leave each other like that,” he said, his eyes full of tears. She’d never seen Maxwell cry before. He’d always been full of positive energy, always the optimist and it was the first time Riley saw him sad. In that moment she realized how much she messed up. Not only Drake, she hurt everyone.

“Max...” She started crying. “I’m so sorry. I hate myself for making you so sad. I never wanted to! Believe me, please. If I could turn back time I would never have left. But I can’t. All I can is offer my sincere apologies and tell you how much I love you. Max, I love you.” She sobbed.

“Little Blossom,” Maxwell cried and launched himself into her arms. They were crying and hugging that even Bertrand come out to see what was going on. When he noticed Riley and Maxwell screaming how much they loved each other, he just shook his head and went back into the mansion.

“Don’t think I’ve completely forgiven you, Little Blossom. Drake’s my bestie and I hated seeing him like that.”

“Yeah, about Drake... Is he seeing anyone at the moment?” She tried to sound casual.

“Drake? You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re the only woman he’s ever been interested in.”

“Really? Not even Kiara?”

“Kiara? Hmm, I don’t think so, no. Although they do spend time together these days.”

“Maxwell I need a favor.”

“There we go. What’s wrong?”

“Drake’s meeting Kiara in like five minutes in a place called La Crema or something like this.”

“LeCler.”

“Yes, that’s the one! I need to go there too,” she said. Maxwell frowned.

“What for?”

“I want to spy on them. I want to see what’s between them. I need to win Drake back. I need to be his wife again. I need to fix my mistakes. Max, please help me. Pleaseeeeee.” She put her hands on his shoulders and shook him until he asked her to stop.

“I’m not sure... Helping you, okay, but spying on my bestie?”

Riley pulled out the box she put on the ground before. She opened it and watched Maxwell’s eyes widen in delight.

“Are these...?”

“Cronuts from our favorite place? You bet! I bought one of everything. Every. Single. Flavor. All for you. And they introduced a new one yesterday. Vanilla and earl grey. It’s in the box as well.”

“I LOVE YOU.” Maxwell was already eating the cinnamon flavored one. “You know, after you left I couldn’t bring myself to go there or eat cronuts. I’m so glad you’re here again so I can get my cronuts fix.”

“Okay, you can eat these while you lead me to Le Creep.”

“LeCler,” Maxwell corrected, his mouth full.

~~~~

“I see them!” Maxwell yelled and Riley shoved him.

“Not so loud!”

“Sorry.”

Drake and Kiara were sitting at the table next to the terrace. It was spring but it was still cold so neither the terrace, nor the windows were opened. For that reason, Riley and Maxwell who were peeking inside through a window, couldn’t hear them.

“We need to get inside somehow,” she hissed and Maxwell nodded.

“We could get some coffee, too. I’ve eaten all twenty cronuts and I need a drink.”

“There’s only a few people inside. If we go sit there, they’ll notice us.” Riley remarked.

“I don’t think so. We have our sunglasses on and I bought two newspapers so we can hide our faces.”

“Max. I think that would make us even more noticeable.”

“I’ve got wigs in my trunk!”

“Why... are you carrying wigs in your car?” She asked and Maxwell shrugged.

“You never know when you might need ‘em. Come, I’ve got a blond bob one for you. And fiery red for me. I’ve always wanted to feel like Olivia.”

~~~~

“Can I get anything for you?” a waitress asked when they sat down at the table so that Drake and Kiara were within the earshot.

“Tea for me. Cappuccino for my friend,” Riley whispered. “Sorry, I lost my voice,” she added. Wigs were working so far because neither Drake nor Kiara looked at them. She didn’t want to spoil it by being too loud.

“Coming right up.” The waitress left them and Maxwell took out his newspaper.

“What are you doing?” Riley hissed.

“Pretending to read so they can’t see us,” he replied.

“No one is reading papers these days! Just pretend we’re having a chat!”

“Oh, okay. So how’s living with Drake?”

“I said pretending! We need to listen to what they’re saying.” Riley leaned back on her chair to eavesdrop. They weren’t talking too loud but Riley could make sense of every other sentence.

“... Really good! My father is très heureux.” Kiara said and Riley couldn’t hear Drake’s answer.

“Everything is coming bien. When are you getting divorced?” She asked and waited for an answer, which Riley didn’t hear and then replied again. “Ah, perfect then! The wedding is in two months, I found the most perfect place!”

“Wedding?!” Riley shouted in a whisper to Maxwell. “What wedding? Drake can’t have any wedding! He’s still married to me! He can’t be planning a wedding! I’ll never allow it! I’m not gonna give him divorce. I’ll tell Liam and the judge that I don’t agree. I’ll leave again and move to Alaska. He’s not marrying Kiara. Not on my watch!”

“You’re not leaving again!” Maxwell protested.

“I’m not leaving again! Maybe I should kidnap him, huh? Do you think I could?”

“Riley...”

“I need to do something!”

“I honestly don’t see that. Drake and Kiara? Okay, she had a crush on him but he’s never been interested in her like that.”

“And now they’re planning a wedding!” She cried.

“Maybe we could gross her out. Tell her Drake’s secrets so she’s no longer interested? We’re having a party today and everyone’s invited. Well... you weren’t but I’m inviting you now. Come and get your man!”

“Good idea!” That was a bad idea and she knew it. Her logic was shoved away by jealousy. “I just wish I could hear Drake. I only hear Kiara, he’s sitting too far away.”

“I can try to read his lips!” Maxwell said and narrowed his sun-glasses covered eyes. “Potatoes glitter pot in a black suit cheese walk bath. Wow, he’s talking in some sort of code!”

“I don’t think it’s a code, I think you can’t read his lips!”

“Maybe you should-- Oh no, they’re standing up. They’re coming, duck!” Maxwell slammed his head onto the table while Riley took out her bag and pretended she was looking for something there. She could tell both Drake and Kiara looked at them. She waited until both of them walked out of the coffee shop and only then did she raise her head and hurriedly left with Maxwell.

~~~~

Riley looked at herself in the mirror and felt almost naked. It was so long since she wore any fancy clothes or attended a noble party. Did she still remember how to mingle?

At least she wouldn’t be wearing any jeans and t-shirts because Maxwell provided her with a dress. A beautiful off-the-shoulder maxi dress with a side slit in the most beautiful shade of red wine. She curled her hair and did a simple make up.

She took her clutch bag and made her way out of the bedroom. In the hall, she bumped into Drake, handsome as ever, now in his black suit and red tie. She couldn’t stop staring at him and when she finally locked her eyes with his, she realized he couldn’t stop staring at her either.

“Going somewhere?” He asked hoarsely.

“Maxwell invited me... to the party. I assume that’s where you’re going as well?” Her voice was just as hoarse.

“Yes, I... I mean you... You look... I--” He ran his hand through his hair. The hair was still too long but he shaved off his beard. “We can go there together if you’d like. I mean... We’re going to the same place and I’m driving anyway--”

“I’d love to. Thanks. Would take a cab otherwise.” She smiled at him. He still seemed a bit taken aback by her dress. If he felt that way about Riley, was is possible he was dating Kiara? Riley was confused.

~~~~

When they arrived Drake excused himself and went to find Liam and Maxwell. Riley said hello to Penelope and pretended to not see a few noble ladies gossiping about her. She went to the drink table and took a cider when she felt someone approach her.

“Kiara.” She said and smiled.

“Riley. Comment ça va?”

“Ah, you know. Tired. Couldn’t sleep at all. Drake’s snoring kept me awake all night.”

“Excuse-moi?”

“Snoring. You know, hraaah hraaah,” she tried to imitate Drake’s non existent snoring. With a bit of luck she’d scare Kiara away.

“Umm, okay. I-- I need to... Someone is calling me, a bientôt!” And with that Kiara walked away. Riley took a sip of her cider, smiling triumphantly to herself. She caught Maxwell’s eye and he winked at her. Their plan was going smoothly. Three minutes later, Drake was already next to Riley.

“Riley, do you know why Maxwell is telling everyone about some yeast infection I apparently have? Have you talked to him?”

“Oh o! Yeast infection? Why would he say something like this?”

Drake narrowed his eyes at her, catching her fake concern. “Since you two are besties again, can you please tell him to stop? And stop altogether whatever it is you’re doing?”

“We’re not doing anything!” She said a full octave higher than usual.

“Sure,” he said and started walking away. Maybe their plan wasn’t going as smoothly.

“Lady Riley! What a surprise!” A familiar voice cried out and Riley closed her eyes.

“Tariq. It’s so nice to see you,” she droned. He took her hand and kissed it. She turned to see where Drake was and found him staring at her next to Kiara.

“How are you, my lady? We all were so worried when you left suddenly! Is everything well now?”

“Yes, yes. I’m okay, everything’s okay.” She was distracted. Drake was with Kiara but he was looking at them even though Kiara was talking to him. Also, Drake looked amazing. That suit was perfect for him. She didn’t even notice when Tariq took her hand again.

“My lady, the dances will start again,” he said and she turned to face him. “will you do my the honor of giving me the two first dances?”

“Oh, I--” she laughed nervously. “I don’t think you need to book me for two dances, it’s not 18th century.”

“Perhaps, but it’s be please to dance with you, my lady.”

“Well, in that case I--”

“She can’t.” Drake cut her off. “She’s dancing with me.”

“Oh, I see. I assumed since you were talking to lady Kiara...”

“Riley’s my wife, I think it’s logical I’d be the only one dancing with her.” Drake was shooting daggers at Tariq.

“Ex-wife.” Tariq remarked. “Kiara told me you two are divorcing.”

Drake drew closer to Tariq. “She’s not my ex-wife yet. Go dance with someone else.”

Tariq swallowed hard and shifted his eyes to Riley. “We’ll talk later, lady Riley. Have a nice evening.”

When he finally left, Riley turned to Drake.

“Drake...?”

“I need a drink,” he only said and disappeared. Riley followed him with her eyes and then turned and locked eyes with Kiara. She shook her head at Riley and walked away.

Riley was standing frozen, a glass in her hand, as the guests started dancing around her.

The more time passed, the less she knew. She had a little bit over ten days to the divorce and no slightest idea what was happening with them.

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Even the Losers

Chapter 8

Chapter 1 Chapter 7

“Your father is Bruce Wayne and now he wants to reconnect,” Nino recapped as though anyone involved in the call was unaware. From the look Chloe gave him, he was particularly happy she was in New York not Paris and couldn’t actually smack him upside the head.

“Thank you for that waste of time and breath,” Chloe grumbled.

“I just… don’t see the problem.” Nino did actually move away from Alya before she could swat him. “What? Your dad is Bruce freaking Wayne! Even if you don’t connect with him, you can totally draw on that Wayne money.”

He wasn’t fast enough to move away from her smack that time. “Ow!” he pouted at Alya.

“It’s not about the money!” Alya groaned, already exasperated by him. “It’s about him not wanting to have a relationship until the press found out. It’s about him cutting her out but taking in a gaggle of other kids.” Nino lightly shoved Alya’s shoulder and motioned toward Marinette’s expression on the screen. Alya grimaced and gave him a nod of understanding.

Marinette looked down and pursed her lips to keep from frowning. It was bad enough thinking it in her own head constantly, but hearing it out loud, repeated back to her? That made it so much worse. That made her feelings real. That legitimized her feelings. She couldn’t pretend like she was just overreacting. They were justified. Which meant she couldn’t just freeze them out. Or rather she shouldn’t. She had to face them.

She focused her energy on not changing her body language so she didn’t worry Adrien any more than he was already. Keeping her body relaxed instead of tensing up. Adrien had gone into a frenzied panic when he and Max had returned from their apartment search to find her collapsed on the floor, blocking the door. She’d missed the worst of it according to what Tikki said, but she still remembered the terrified look in his eyes when she woke up. He hadn’t left her side since, keeping constant physical contact.

Max seemed to inherently understand the situation and was jumping up to get anything either of them might need so they didn’t have to abandon each other for even a few moments. She was eternally grateful to him for it because she wasn’t sure who the physical proximity was having more of a calming effect on, her or Adrien, but regardless, they both needed it.

Her attempt to not react didn’t seem to have been as effective as she thought it had been judging by the way Adrien hugged her closer to him. Marinette lightly bonked her head into his chest and returned her attention to the laptop screen. “It’s okay, Nino,” Marinette assured him weakly.

“No it isn’t,” Chloe said over her. “Both of you need to stop talking.” She flipped a page in her magazine and looked up at the screen. “I mean, that’s true in general, but especially during this call.” Her eyes were sharp when she looked up but Marinette could see the concern she was trying to hide by focusing on her magazine. She wasn’t sure what Adrien had told them about how he found her but she could tell it was enough to scare them too.

Marinette rolled her eyes at Chloe. “Yes, it is.”

Chloe groaned. “This is the way we work Dupain Cheng. You and Adrien let people walk all over you, Nino keeps the peace, Alya starts trouble, and I tell people the truth and to back the fuck off when it’s warranted.”

“Which never starts trouble,” Alya snarked.

“I do not let people walk all over me!” Adrien objected, looking around for support. Marinette gave a curt nod of agreement, but Max was avoiding his eyes and Chloe was staring at him flatly.

“No, you don’t let people walk all over us,” she motioned toward the screen, trying to indicate the rest of them. “But you let everyone walk all over you.” Her eyes moved slightly and her eyes narrowed slightly. “You both do.”

Marinette wrinkled her nose at the screen with a pout. “I stood up to you,” she groused.

Chloe scoffed. “And it only took you like ten years to do it. So proud of you.” She rolled her eyes so strongly, her entire head moved as she did it.

Marinette’s mouth dropped in offense. “I’m better now.”

“Are you, though? Really?” Chloe deadpanned.

Marinette pouted. “Yes!”

“Statistically, she is accurate,” Max added. “She does stand up for herself more now than when we were younger.” Marinette pursed her lips at Max, unsure how to respond to his comment. On one hand, it defended her. On the other hand, she did not at all appreciate how he stressed the word ‘statistically’ and she was certain everyone else caught that as well.

Chloe opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Nino. Marinette sighed in relief until she started processing his words. “I get that it’s hard and it hurts, I guess I just thought you wouldn’t take it this hard. After Jagged with Luka and Juleka and your grandfather… you forgave all of them. You helped Jagged with Luka and Juleka, making sure their relationship didn’t go bad.” He motioned vaguely at nothing. “You seemed to brush it off and take it as a challenge. So why isn’t this?”

Alya dropped her head in her hands. “Tact, Nino. God.”

“No, he’s not wrong.” Marinette frowned as she thought about his words. “I went after Grand-père and convinced him to reconnect. Papa never held it against him so I guess I didn’t either. Luka never held it against Jagged, just moved forward. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe…”

“No!” Adrien interrupted before she could follow that train of thought any further. He gently turned her toward him to focus her attention on him. “There’s nothing wrong with you or how you’re reacting. There’s no wrong way to react to news like this. If you feel sad, that’s fine. If you feel annoyed, that’s fine. If you feel frustrated, that’s okay. If you want to just move past it, there’s nothing wrong with that. If you feel angry, that’s okay. And if you feel like you need space, that’s okay too. There’s no wrong way to react to this,” he repeated.

“Except however Chloe would respond,” Alya added with a smirk.

“Hey!” Chloe objected loudly, glaring at the screen, but with no real heat behind it. “For the record, how I would respond to news like this is to spend all my new found father’s money, pressing my boundaries until he finally said something. And if he didn’t say anything, I’d use those billions to do whatever the fuck I wanted and never see him in person.”

Marinette blinked at Chloe, as did the rest of the group. That was certainly… an option. Not one Marinette would ever choose, but it was… Marinette started giggling at the idea. Adrien joined her quickly while Max, Alya, and Nino watched them worriedly. Chloe rolled her eyes and flipped the page in her magazine, but the corners of her lips quirked up.

“He is correct,” Max added, bringing them back to the original point. “There are a variety of ways people will react to finding out they have a parent they didn’t know about. Markov found hundreds of studies on psychological responses to similar news and responses are extremely varied.”

“Juleka had a harder time with accepting it and connecting to Jagged than Luka did, remember?” Adrien pointed out. “And there’s nothing wrong with her. She wasn’t wrong to react that way, right?” Marinette shook her head reluctantly. It wasn’t that she thought there was anything wrong with the way Juleka reacted, but in agreeing with Adrien’s observation, she would have to agree with his point that she was allowed to freak out about this instead of ignoring it like she wanted to.

“Marinette,” Alya raised her voice to bring attention back to her. “You can do anything you want here and we’ll support you. You know that. No matter how this ends we all love you. No matter how you react, we’ll love you. Nobody is going to judge you for any decision.”

Chloe scoffed. She waited until everyone was looking, or in Alya and Adrien’s cases, glaring at her. “What? You want me to lie to her?” She looked incredulously at the other faces on the video call. “We won’t judge. Hell, I’m willing to scratch his eyes out in public for you. But, your name was already getting out there and his name, now yours, is on the largest corporation in the world. Every news and gossip organization is going to be talking about it forever if you guys don’t make a good show of it.”

“So?” Alya demanded incredulously. “She should just do whatever is best for publicity?”

“Did I say that?” Chloe scoffed. She finally put her magazine down to show how serious she was taking the conversation. “When have I ever let the threat of bad publicity stop me from doing something? I just said it would be out there, not that she should care. It’s a factor, a big one when she’s figuring out what she wants.”

“What do you want?” Adrien asked gently, turning his attention back to Marinette.

Marinette looked at Adrien for a few seconds while her brain whirred at high speed thinking through all the options. What did she want? None of this. That’s what she wanted. After a few seconds she took a breath and let it out. “What I want is to not have to deal with any of this. What I want is to not be his daughter. What I want is to figure out where we want to live and work and start a company there like we planned. What I want is to live a normal life now.” She ignored Chloe’s scoff. “What I want…” she sighed and looked away. “What I want doesn’t matter.”

Chloe huffed almost loudly enough for it to echo. “Of course it matters, it just doesn’t change the past or the current situation. But, you control your next steps. So Ladybug this bitch. Some egomaniacal, rich, pampered megalomaniac has created an utterly ridiculous problem that you now have to fix. This is your specialty. Show this bastard who he walked out on. Make him regret not dying with his parents.”

“Woah! What the Hell?” Nino exclaimed. “Too far.”

Chloe scoffed and looked back at her nails. “If you think that was too far, you should have heard what I wanted to say. I toned it way down for your sensitive ears,” she added condescendingly. She just barely looked up when Marinette started giggling. Chloe’s lips quirked up the more Marinette tried to stifle the slightly unhinged sounding giggles.

“Dude, that’s her grandparents…” Nino whisper shouted. Marinette suddenly sobered and paled in realization.

“Or!” Adrien interjected with false excitement positioning himself between Marinette and the screen. “Or, you could, you know, try to build a relationship with him.” He looked decidedly away from the incredulous looks from Alya and Chloe and the doubtful look from Nino on screen, trying to pretend like they weren’t judging him. He moved closer to Marinette and took her hands in his giving her a sincere, serious look. “You have someone, your father, who wants to connect to you.”

He ignored the loud scoff from the computer and continued as though Alya or Chloe, or both, hadn’t verbalized their opinion. They clearly weren’t that opposed or they would have said it instead of making a noise. He “accidentally” closed the video chat and gave Max a pointed look.

Max nodded slowly. “I’m just going to go to my room for a few minutes. Let me know if you want to talk.”

Marinette and Adrien both shot him thankful smiles. Adrien waited until his door was closed before looking back at Marinette with a concerned look. “You got screwed in this deal. Nobody can deny that, and however you feel, that’s real and valid. It’s okay to be hurt. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to say this is too much for you right now, or ever. But, do you really want to walk away? Not connect to him? Not try?”

“He didn’t want…” Marinette started weakly.

“Maybe he wasn’t ready,” he cut her off before she could spiral again. “Maybe this is the universe��s way to saying it’s time. You got the embodiment of luck in your pocket. Is it really so farfetched to think luck played a role?”

“Bad luck,” Marinette scoffed to the floor. Adrien gently rapped her on the top of her head with his knuckle. She looked back up and caught his unimpressed look. Marinette sighed and looked away before looking back up at him uncertainly. “I don’t know…”

“Do you think you want to try?” Tikki asked floating out of her resting spot. “It’s your choice. But I don’t think this is going away, so whichever decision you go with you’ll have to face the consequences.”

“Or I could just cataclysm him,” Plagg offered rubbing his paws together. He darted away from Tikki before she could shut him up.

“No!” Marinette and Adrien chorused at the same time.

Adrien glared at Plagg but made sure to soften his eyes before looking back at Marinette. “Okay, maybe things don’t work out with him. But it sounds like you have siblings. You already like Jason. Maybe you’ll like them too.” He gave her a small smile and rubbed her arms soothingly. “You always wanted siblings.”

Marinette gave him a weak smile back. “I don’t need siblings anymore. I have you. That’s more than enough. I don’t think I could handle more of yous.”

Adrien scoffed good naturedly at her. “If anything I’ve made having siblings more appealing.”

Marinette scoffed playfully. “Keep telling yourself that,” she muttered.

He pulled her into a hug. “You always wanted more. And it sounds like you might have sisters.”

“More people he adopted after walking away,” Marinette groused into his shirt.

Adrien hugged her tighter. “Maybe he had a reason? Or maybe he just royally messed up. Maybe he hates himself for the decision. It’s something you won’t find out unless you stay. And you can just talk once and see how you feel about it. If it doesn’t go well, you can walk away and we can find that bar Roy mentioned. If it goes well, you can decide to stay or we can decide to move to New York or Metropolis, like we were thinking and you can still see him every so often.”

“Even if it doesn’t go perfectly,” Tikki added softly, “it’ll give you closure. You deserve to have that.”

“And you’ll wonder what could have happened if you don’t,” Adrien nudged her gently. “You know you’re going to regret not trying.”

“So is that an absolute no on the cataclysm idea,” Plagg popped up between them. “Because I’m still willing.”

Marinette rolled her eyes at him but shot him a grateful smile. It was as close as Plagg got to admitting he cared. She scratched him on the forehead and looked back to Adrien with a frown. “I don’t think I can handle this.”

“I’ll stay with you. And Max will be here. Tikki will be here for you. Plagg will be here, but don’t let that deter you…”

“Hey!” Plagg pouted.

Adrien continued without acknowledging him. “Chloe could be here in a few hours if we needed and she’d drop everything to get here, no matter what she says. Alya and Nino will only be a phone call away. We will support you no matter what you want to do. But we can’t make this decision for you, so, the question is what do you want to do?”

Marinette groaned and pouted at him. “You sure you can’t do this for me?”

Adrien gave her a sympathetic look and shook his head. “Not this time, Bug.” He waited a few minutes for her to think through her options. When she looked just as lost after another few minutes after that, he spoke up gently. “Do you want to talk to Sabine and Tom first? They might have some answers you need to make your decision.”

Marinette looked back up at him with a pathetic looking pout. “Can’t I just sleep through this instead?”

Adrien chuckled and shook his head, relieved she was now in a light enough mood to make jokes. “You could,” he nodded and put on a mock serious face, “but your problems will still be there when you woke up.”

“What bullshit,” she scoffed in a weak voice.

Adrien nodded. “Yep, utter bullshit.”

Marinette kept eye contact with him for a few moments waiting for him to impart some kind of insightful wisdom upon her. When he held silent and let her make her own decision, she whimpered and looked away. “What if it isn’t him I cataclysm,” Plagg asked, flying between them. “I could do it to his house instead… a few of his cars? Rich people always have too many cars.”

Adrien grabbed him out of the air and shoved him in his pocket with an exasperated groan. But Marinette giggled again. When her laughter had settled, she took a deep breath and motioned toward her phone. Adrien smiled at her as he placed it in her hand. She took a deep breath and pulled out the paper M. Wayne had given her. She dialed one of the numbers before she could talk herself out of it, which knowing herself could happen if she was given more than a few seconds to think, and looked up to Adrien, letting his soft smile ground her. “M. Wayne? It’s Marinette. Would you be free for dinner tonight?”

Chapter 9

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connordavidscamera · 3 years

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A Jealous Household | Connor Brashier

A/n: listen, I know it says y/n, but we all know it’s written about me, right? Okay, just wanna put that out there lol

Summary: Shawn and Brian want to have a party, but this party causes a few problems for Connor and y/n

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (for US standards, at least), pining

Word count: 7.5k, she’s a long one

***

“You want to have a party? When?” Y/n asks, closing her book and setting it in her lap.

“This weekend,” Shawn nods. “And it won’t be a big thing, I promise. Maybe fifteen, twenty people.”

“Thirty or forty, max,” Brian interjects.

I can’t help but laugh at that, neither can she as she says. “You know we can’t even fit thirty or forty people in the condo, right?”

“I know that, but that’s why we’ll have some of them in the backyard too.”

“So what’s the party even for?” She asks, leaning into my side. On instinct, I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

They both shrug, ��A house warming party? Does that still count if we’ve lived here for almost two months?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t see why we couldn’t have one. We just have to be considerate of our neighbors. And nobody’s allowed in my room. If there’s alcohol, I’m not chancing anyone going into my room for a sloppy fuck.”

Shawn laughs, “So your sloppy fuck is gonna be in Connor’s room then?”

I roll my eyes at the comment. Shawn and Brian love to tease me about my crush on y/n. They have since the beginning. Shawn’s taunts are light hearted, but they’re plentiful now that we all live together. Brian’s at times feel almost malicious. But Brian also isn’t aware that I still have a crush on her, he thinks the feeling has passed. It definitely hasn’t. If anything, being in such tight quarters with her at all times has made me like her even more. Watching her move so effortlessly around our home - seeing her do her nightly routine, watching her polish her nails every Sunday like clockwork. I have undeniably fallen even deeper in love with her in just these few short weeks we’ve lived together and it’s killing me.

It’s killing me because we still haven’t talked about what she said to me a couple weeks ago when we were falling asleep together. I don’t even know if she remembers saying what she did. And I could have misinterpreted her words, I mean, she was falling asleep, her words were slurring. I could have misunderstood. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself every time the memory pops into my head. Which is about six times a day for the past three weeks.

Y/n gasps and tosses her book at him, "Asshole!"

He laughs, picking the book up off the floor from where it ricocheted off his chest. "I'm kidding. Kidding. But it's cool?"

She shrugs, "Yeah, whatever. Go nuts."

"Yes!" Shawn pumps his fist in the air before high fiving Brian.

"We gotta get alcohol."

"Ah, wait. Before you two go broke buying drinks for the party, remember that we have bills to pay. So save us all a headache and make it BYOB."

Brian snaps and points at her with a click of his tongue. "This is why we keep you around."

She laughs, "Oh is that why?"

"Indeed," he nods.

"Okay, well can I have my book back, please?"

"Yeah, here," Shawn leans over the coffee table to hand it to her before disappearing to his room, Brian heading to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I ask, not looking up from my phone. I can sense that the wheels are turning in her head and she sighs dramatically.

"I don't remember which page I was on."

I force myself not to laugh. "243."

“Hmm?” She flips to that page and looks up at my side profile. “How’d you know that?”

I shrug, “I always memorize the page you’re on before you close the book, just in case.”

She smiles sheepishly and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re cute,” she whispers before turning her attention back to the page in front of her and resting her head in the crook of my neck.

I squeeze her shoulder hoping she doesn’t look up and notice the growing blush on my cheeks, “You’re cuter.”

---

“Do you have any idea who’s coming to this?” Y/n asks as we move a cooler out to the backyard.

I shake my head, “Not really. I think Matt and his girlfriend, honestly, I have no idea. It’s Shawn, so there’s bound to be more people than we’re anticipating.”

“Lots of girls then.”

“Why do you say that?” I ask, setting the cooler down, providing her with my undivided attention (which she has always had).

“He’s making a name for himself out here. Playing a few more gigs than at home. I noticed at the last one, he’s got a few groupies.”

I chuckle, “Oh really?”

She nods, “There were like five girls there just holding onto his every word. It was actually pretty cool to watch. But he got nervous. Started fidgeting with his necklace, so I had to get him out of there, which of course resulted in death glares from his adoring fans.”

“What? What do you mean? Death glares towards you?”

Y/n laughs, fixing the collar of her shirt that’s falling off her shoulder. “Yeah. I think they thought there was more there than there is,” she shrugs, “And if looks could kill, I would be dead five times over.”

I shake my head, I don’t like that thought, and I say as much. “I don’t like that thought.”

“What? Shawn having groupies?”

“No, girls staring daggers at you because you’re friends with him.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

I know it’s not, but the thought of someone not liking her is appalling to me. “I still don’t like it.”

“Is it because if something happened to me you’d be left to live alone with Shawn and Brian? Because that would make me sad too.”

I force a laugh, “That, and I’d be bored without you.”

She nods understandingly, “I get it. I am the light of your life,” she teases.

You are, I think to myself. “Yeah, yeah,” I say instead, stepping forward, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Let’s get inside, it’s hot as hell out here.”

Shawn and Brian are sitting on the floor in front of the TV, trying to get the wifi hooked up to it. We barely got wifi installed at the beginning of the week, but we’ve all been so busy, we haven’t had the chance to get everything hooked up to it.

“It’s not working!” Brian complains, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well try again! That’s what the router says.” Shawn counters back.

“Let me see that,” Brian snatches the router out of his hands. “Dumbass! You’re reading me the product number! Not the fucking password!”

Y/n and I hide our faces to keep from bursting into a fit of laughter, but we both break when Shawn pouts when Brian puts the router back in his hands after successfully connecting the TV.

“Oh, what’s with the pouty face, rockstar?” y/n asks.

“Brian’s a dick,” he mutters, which causes Brian to punch his shoulder.

“Ow!” Shawn exclaims, reaching to hold his arm. “That hurt!”

“It was supposed to. Want me to do it again?”

“Craigen,” y/n shakes her head and before I can protest, she’s out of my grasp and I suddenly feel lonely without her body next to mine. “No more fighting.”

“Just one time in the face,” he tries to reason. “Just once. Come on, it’s a long time coming. I’ve wanted to punch him in the face since we were kids.”

“No,” she squats down behind Shawn, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning her head against his. I watch Shawn fall into her touch and I’m envious of him. Even though she holds onto me in the exact same way, almost daily, she isn’t right now and it makes me long for it. Especially when I watch her start to massage his scalp and he hums because her head scratches feel like you’re in heaven. “You can’t punch him in the face. That’s the money maker,” she squishes his cheeks with her free hand and speaks in a mock baby voice, “And if he’s got a black eye how will he charm girls with his pretty face tonight?”

Shawn laughs and pushes her hand away, but he reaches back and pats her calf. “Sit down,” he says and she obliges, her legs spreading and bracketing Shawn’s. He falls back into her and takes her hand that was just squeezing him and brings it to his lips to kiss her knuckles before bringing it to his hair as well. “More head scratches.”

She rolls her eyes, but continues anyway. “So fucking needy.”

He hums, “Could fall asleep like this.”

She hums too and looks up at me with a smile that melts my heart, “Connor does all the time.”

I nod, “I do. Feels good. Your hands are magic.”

“How magic? Like you could get me off in three seconds?”

“Brian!” I growl. Yep, we can always count on him to ruin the mood.

But y/n’s laughing, “I’m sure I could, I mean, if you ask your first girlfriend, you only last five so I don’t think it’ll be difficult,” she answers.

Shawn’s hysterical in y/n’s arms, as am I as I fall to the floor, clutching my stomach. But Brian? Brian is livid.

“I can’t believe she told you that! She said she wouldn’t tell anyone!”

This only makes Shawn and I laugh harder. “Wait, did that actually happen?” I ask between fits. “Craigen, come on,” I groan when he’s silent. “Five seconds?”

“It was our first time!”

“And last, apparently,” y/n comments.

“Shut up!” he groans. “Fuck, I can’t stand you.”

She nods, “I know.”

“No, but seriously, when did she tell you that?”

Y/n breaks out into a wide grin. “She didn’t. But you just did. Thanks for that.”

He’s speechless. Absolutely speechless. And his face is so red; I don’t know if it’s in anger or embarrassment, but either way, Shawn pipes up. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, my first time I only lasted like twenty seconds.”

“I lasted fifteen,” I confirm, but I immediately regret it when y/n’s face morphs into one of confusion.

Oh, oh fuck. I never told her that I-

“Wait, you’ve had sex?”

“You didn’t know?” Shawn questions, looking back at her.

She shakes her head, “I guess not.”

I sigh and scratch the back of my head, “Yeah. It was… during that time where we weren’t really talking,” I mumble.

She nods slowly, scoffing, and I can’t quite pin her emotion, but it’s definitely a cross between anger and… is that jealousy? “Ah, good ol’ McKenzie,” she mutters under her breath. She exhales deeply out her nose and focuses her attention back to playing with Shawn’s hair.

“I would have told-”

“We weren’t talking. I know,” she cuts me off. “And it’s none of my business. It wasn’t then, and it’s not now either.”

“Oh, right. Okay,” I nod once. “New subject.”

---

We’re tiptoeing around each other the rest of the day. Or more so, I’m tiptoeing around her. She somehow is coming off as completely unbothered, but at the same time completely bothered. I don’t know what to make of this situation. I don’t know if I should apologize for not telling her, or if she even wants me to apologize. I don’t know and it’s killing me not knowing what I can do to make this better for us tonight.

I’m helping Brian pour more ice into the cooler we have in the kitchen when she walks out of her room. “Where’s Shawn?” she asks.

I look up at her and my heart stops for a moment. She’s wearing red, my heart never knows what to do when she wears that color. Does it stop? Does it speed up? Yes.

“He went to his car to get the beer we got this afternoon,” Brian answers, closing the lid.

SHe nods, “I’ll go help him.”

I watch as she leaves, not taking a full breath until the door shuts behind her.

“She still mad at you?”

I shake my head, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if she is mad at me.”

“Well, it’s y/n. You kept something from her for almost three years. I’m willing to bet she’s a little upset.”

I sigh, “Yeah, I know. But I mean, how was I supposed to tell her. She would barely even look at me during that time, so -”

“Yeah, because McKenzie was a bitch to her. How was she supposed to look at you when she was practically threatened or called out or god know what when you weren’t listening. I’d hate to know what she actually said when none of us were there to listen.”

I exhale deeply. I know my ex was the worst to her - she’s the entire reason y/n and I weren’t talking. She told me not to hang out with her as much, so I didn’t (also because I was trying to prove to Brian that I didn’t have feelings for y/n anymore. That was a mistake.) “So, I should apologize.”

Brian shrugs, “We all know you’re gonna apologize. You can’t stand it when she’s mad at you. Honestly, we can’t either. We have no idea what to do when you two aren’t talking. And since we all live together now, it’ll be even more awkward for you two to not talk.”

I nod, “Yeah. I know. I’ll apologize later. You should go get ready. I can finish up out here.”

Brian claps my shoulder, “Thanks, man. I’ll be quick.” He disappears at the same time Shawn and y/n walk in the front door with the drinks. I make my way over to them.

“Here, let me get that for you,” I tell her, reaching to take the cases from her hands.

“Oh, it’s okay. I got it. You want these inside or out, rockstar?”

“In the fridge, in the back. Gotta keep the good stuff for us.” Shawn hands me a pottle of vodka, “Put this in the freezer? I got it for y/n, I’m gonna make her a new drink.”

“You’re gonna risk giving her alcohol poisoning?” I question, raising one eyebrow at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’ve gotten better at making drinks, dickhead.”

I laugh and hold my hands up in surrender, “Alright, sure.”

“I’m gonna put these in my room for now, and then I’m gonna get ready.”

“Brian’s in the shower, you can use my bathroom,” I say as y/n moves past us to the kitchen.

“Good looking out, thanks.”

And now it’s just me and her. It’s like any normal day. So why is my heart beating so quickly?

I watch her move some things around in the fridge to make room for the drinks, and I can’t help but smile. “You look pretty tonight,” I tell her, leaning against the counter.

She looks over at me and smiles softly, “Thanks.”

I clear my throat, “Hey, y/n?”

“Hmm?” she turns her attention back to her task at hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asks, closing the fridge.

“For not telling you that I slept with her.”

“Oh,” she nods. “It’s fine. It really is not any of my business who you have and haven’t slept with.”

“Well maybe not, but you are my best friend, and we tell each other everything. I know if we were on better terms when you were dating Noah, you would have told me that you-”

“I didn’t tell you because we didn’t sleep together.”

“What?” I stare at her with wide eyes.

“Noah and I didn’t sleep together.”

“But I thought-”

“You assumed. But no, it didn’t happen. I wasn’t ready. I mean, I barely let him kiss me, so how the hell was I gonna sleep with him?”

I nod because I don’t know what else to do or even say. She’s right, I just assumed that they had sex because he always had his hands all over her. I almost scoff at the thought. I hated watching him hold her in the hallway, his hands in her back pockets as he pulled her closer to him. Seeing them together everyday made my heart clench every time because it should have been me. I wonder if that’s how she felt when I had a girlfriend.

“Look, it doesn’t matter, okay? So, let’s just drop it. It’s not like I’m mad you had sex, I was just surprised to find out this way, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I get it. And I would have told you sooner, but there really was never a time, you know? And it was just with her a couple times, nothing since.”

“Connor, you really don’t need to explain it to me. Actually, if we could just stop talking about her all together, that’d be great.”

“No, yeah. Of course. It’s dropped.”

She nods, “Okay, good. So, you should go get dressed.”

“What do you mean? I’m wearing this,” I gesture to my torn t-shirt and my sweatpants with paint stains up and down the legs from when we painted the living room a few weeks ago. I’m totally joking, but I want to see her reaction anyway.

She looks me up and down and scoffs, “Yeah, no. Go change. You’re not wearing that.”

I pout dramatically, “Why not?”

“One, those pants are a mess. Two, you know you run hot when you drink, so why would you wear sweatpants? And three, that shirt is literally falling apart. You are not wearing that, go change.”

I can’t fight the smile that tugs at my lips because just like that we’re back to normal. “Okay, I’m going. Do you have something you’d like for me to wear?”

“Yes, your black pants with the white tank top and your peachy cream shirt. The one you wore for our graduation party.”

I nod, “Yes, ma’am. You wanna do my hair?”

“Come find me when you’re done, and I’ll see what I can do.”

---

I’m talking to my friend Will out in the backyard as the party becomes bigger than anticipated. Yeah, definitely called that situation.

“Bro, I wish I would have saved up more so I could have gotten a place like you guys did. I emailed my roommate last week to see what he wanted to get for the dorm and he straight up said, ‘I don’t plan to be roommates long, so nothing.’”

I can’t help but laugh, “Hey, we’d take you in over Brian, but he’d throw a bitch fit.”

He laughs too, twisting the cap off his beer. “So what’s it like living with y/n? Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything’s great. She knows how to run a household. She made a chore chart that goes on the fridge. Shawn had to beg her to take it down for the party because he was embarrassed.”

“Sounds like y/n. But that’s not what I meant.”

I take a swig of my beer and shrug, “There’s nothing else to say really. She’s nice to live with.”

“No progression between you two.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right, right. Because you’re not in love with her, right.”

“Will, come on. Not tonight.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. We’re not in a teasing mood tonight.”

Or ever. Will is a great friend of mine, and I would take a bullet for him, but he asks me for y/n updates every time we’re together, and I never have any for him. When I told him we were moving in together, he was stoked, but less so when I told him we were moving with Shawn and Brian too.

He - like Shawn - is an avid supporter of us getting together. Will found out about my so-called crush one night in high school, actually a couple weeks after my breakup with McKenzie. Y/n and I still weren’t talking. I was trying to mend things and she was trying to push me further away. I don’t remember much of the night he found out because I got shit faced drunk, but I somehow admitted to him that I had feelings for her and he’s convinced himself that he knows the biggest secret in the world. He treats it like he holds the key to the universe. If anyone wants us together more than I do, it’s him.

“Just don’t want to risk her hearing anything,” I tell him. “I already made things awkward earlier.”

“What? How?”

I shake my head, “Let it slip that Kenz and I slept together.”

He blanches. “She didn’t know?!”

I shake my head, “No. I never found the right time to tell her. But she keeps saying it isn’t her business, so I don’t know if that means she’s hurt by it or if I’m imagining it because right now it seems like she doesn’t really care. But - I don’t know, I want her to, I guess.”

He smirks, “She cares.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, looking inside, lifting my bottle up to my lips, but halting when I see her standing near the sliding glass door with - “Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Will asks, turning toward the door. “What hap - is that? Wait, is that Noah? What is he doing here?”

My jaw clenches, just like the grip around the bottle in my hand. “Better question, why the hell is he so close to her?”

Will sucks in a breath, “Are they still friends?”

I don’t answer him because I don’t know. I’m 99% sure they aren’t, but that 1% that says yes is simply because I’m watching them right now and she’s hugging him and letting him kiss her cheek before he pulls away. “I didn’t think they were. She hasn’t brought him up since the breakup.”

I don’t take my eyes off them as I start chugging the rest of my beer. It was still pretty full, but at this moment, I need to finish it because I need something stronger.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” I mutter, tossing my bottle in the trashcan near the cooler. I walk inside, but neither of them notice me. I shake my head and walk to Shawn’s room where he hid most of the hard stuff. I find the bottle of tequila that he stashed because he knew if he put it out, it’d go fast. I twist the top off and take, maybe a little more than a shot. I cough into my elbow when I pull the bottle back because wow he got the strong stuff.

Shaking my head, I close the bottle back up and sneak out of Shawn’s room. When I enter the living room, they’re still standing there talking. Or, he’s talking, she’s nodding at something he’s saying. I click my tongue and walk into the kitchen to grab another beer. SHould I be mixing my alcohol? No, I should not. Is that going to stop me? No, it is not.

My girl’s ex-boyfriend is over there talking to her and touching her like they’re best buds and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand him.

I still remember the day she told us that she was going on a date with him.

All four of us are sitting in our usual booth at the diner, everything seems to be going like it always has. Just us four, laughing and making our weekend plans. The difference though is that y/n and I aren’t sitting shoulder to shoulder right now. She’s pushed against the window, and I’m toward about as far left as I can get without it being noticeable, or falling.

“So, we’re aiming for Saturday afternoon, right? Y/n, you’ll ride with me?” Shawn asks.

“Oh,” she sits up straight, “um, could we maybe do it on Sunday instead? I kind of already have plans on Saturday.”

“What?” Brian furrows his brows, “Without us?”

She nods, “Yeah,” she takes in a sharp breath beside me. “I um… I kinda, I have a date.”

At that exact moment, our heads whip in her direction - I’m pretty sure if I turned any faster I would have given myself whiplash.

“A date?” I ask as calmly as I can.

“With who?” Shawn questions.

She shrugs, “You know that guy Noah? I have him in like all of my AP classes? He asked me out after class this morning.”

I don’t think I can clench my jaw any harder. Noah. I hate him. I’ve never personally met him, but I hate him. “Cool,” I mutter, turning my head back to the table to reach for my drink.

“Well?” Shawn prompts. “What are you gonna do? Where is he taking you?”

She clasps her hands in her lap and shrugs again. “I don’t know. He hasn’t told me. Said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Ooh, romantic,” Brian teases.

“You hate surprises,” I mumble into my cup.

Y/n clears her throat and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “It’s just one date. Not a big deal.”

“Okay, sure,” Brian says. “So Sunday then?”

“And you’ll tell us all about it?”

“Sure.”

There are very few times that I wish I was deaf, but that day was one of them. I didn’t sleep that whole night. I couldn’t. And the night of her date? Forget it. I was up all night wondering what was happening. Did he hold her hand? Did he hug her? Did that bastard take her first kiss? The first kiss that was supposed to belong to me?

And right now, as I watch him reach for her elbow again, I decide, fuck it. I don’t care if I look like a jealous asshole, I’m taking my girl away from him. I stride over to them and place my hand on her hip, “Hey, baby. Can you help me find the bottle opener? I can’t remember what drawer you put it in the other day, and I think my eyes are failing me.”

She shakes her head, “Um, yeah. It should be in the drawer closest to the fridge.”

“I checked there, please, come help me look.”

She rolls her eyes and turns back to Noah who is staring daggers at my hand on her hip. I smirk. “Noah, it was good catching up with you. I’ll find you later. I’m gonna help him out.”

He looks back up at her and forces a smile, “Sure. Sounds good. Save me dance?”

Over my dead body. “Come on, baby,” I say, guiding her toward the kitchen.

She steps in front of me, mumbling a couple excuse me’s to the people blocking the kitchen. Then she b-line’s to the drawer closer to the fridge, which I definitely did not check because I wasn’t really looking for the bottle opener. I just needed an excuse to get her away from Noah.

“Here,” she holds it out to me. “Wait, I thought Shawn got twist tops.” She takes the bottle from my hand and laughs, “Bub, it twists off.” She says, taking the cap off the bottle.

“Oh,” I chuckle. I knew it was a twist top, again, I just needed an excuse to get her away. “Whoopsies?”

She puts the bottle opener back in the drawer and leans against the counter. “You having fun?”

I shrug, “I’m alright. So um… Noah’s here.”

Y/n nods slowly, “Yeah, he is.”

“Kinda weird that he showed up after we just talked about him,” I mutter.

“Yeah, I guess. He just tagged along with one of his friends.”

I nod, “Mhm. You two looked pretty cozy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. Just, I mean, I haven’t heard you talk about him since the breakup,” I take a sip of the beer in my hand. “I didn’t realize you two were still so close.”

She tilts her head at me, “We’re not. We were just catching up. He didn’t know that I lived here too.”

“Uh-huh, so you haven’t talked to him recently?”

She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “What’s with the third degree, huh?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I mutter.

“No, Connor. I haven’t talked to him recently. In fact, I haven’t talked to him since the breakup. But what does that matter? Why does it matter who I do and do not talk to?”

“I just think it’s a little strange that he came here tonight.”

“Well, I didn’t invite him, if that’s what you’re insinuating. He came with a friend. He didn’t even know it was our party, or our house. He just showed up.”

“So he crashed it. Classy.”

“What is your deal?” She pushes herself off the counter and stands face to face with me, her forehead creasing as she glares at me. I want to smooth the crease and tell her not to do that because she’ll get a headache, but I refrain.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” she scoffs, “you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend! Newsflash, Connor, you’re not my boyfriend.”

I recoil, because sure I know I’m not, but the words spew from her lips like venom. “I know that.”

“Do you? Because right now it doesn’t seem like you do. Now unless I completely missed the part where you asked me to be your girlfriend, you have no right to be upset over me talking to my ex-boyfriend.”

“He was an ass to you then.”

“How would you know?! We weren’t even talking then.”

“Because you didn’t want to! I was still trying to fix things with us but you were pushing me away.”

“No, I wasn’t pushing you away. I was protecting myself from getting hurt again.”

“But it wasn’t me, that was Kenzie, and -”

She groans in frustration, “Why are we talking about her again? Why? I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

Y/n pinches the bridge of her nose. “Look, you’re my best friend, and I love you. But you have no right to be upset about Noah. You are not my boyfriend -”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Because you aren’t! You like to act like you are sometimes, but you’re not.”

“Do you want me to be?!” I exclaim, setting my bottle down.

She scoffs, shaking her head. “Not like this,” she says quietly, pushing past me.

“Y/n!” I call after her, but she ignores me. I, however, can’t ignore the eyes that are on me.

---

“He’s jealous?” Alessia asks, leaning back on her hands. We’re sitting on the grass in the backyard. It’s quieter out here, and far less crowded. “Does he even have a right to be?”

“That’s what I’m saying! He’s my best friend, but sometimes he acts like he’s my boyfriend and I just - I’m over it.”

She sighs, “You’re over him acting like your boyfriend.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Because you want him to actually be your boyfriend.”

“What? No! No,” I shake my head, “that’s not it.”

Les smiles, “Honey, it’s obvious the way you two look at each other. And you can deny it because you’re best friends, you live together. You don’t want to risk the integrity of the friendship that you have. And that is totally reasonable, but you two need to discuss what you are to each other. Because it’s clear that in his mind, you’re a little bit more than just ‘best friends.’ And well, you’ve always wanted to be more, so what’s so wrong with him being that?”

I sigh and pick at the grass beside me, “I don’t know if he feels this way genuinely or if it’s because I’m closer now. We live together, it seems almost easy or convenient for him to develop some tiny crush because of the proximity.”

At this she laughs, “Oh, honey. That is definitely not it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that boy has been in love with you since before I even met you guys. It’s written all over his face and if you took a second to just stop and -”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, guys,” Shawn says, breathlessly, pushing his curls out of his face. “Y/n, Connor’s drunk off his ass, and I need your help”

I sit up, “Okay, How much did he drink?”

“Like, the entire bottle of tequila I had in my room, plus however many beers he had.”

I stand up, swatting at the backs of my legs to get off any dirt, “Is he throwing up?”

“No, he’s just asking for you.”

I nod and look back to Alessia, “We’ll talk later, Les?”

“Mhm, go take care of your boy.”

“Why did he drink so much?” I ask Shawn, following him toward the sliding glass door.

He shrugs, “I asked him. He said you were mad at him.”

I roll my eyes, “Well yeah, he was being an ass. But it still doesn’t make sense.If he drinks every time I get upset with him, he’d be an alcoholic ”

“All I know is that he was asking for you,” Shawn says just as we find Connor sitting outside my bedroom door, nursing another beer bottle.

I shake my head, “God, he knows not to be switching between alcohol.”

“Connor, buddy?” Shawn says, squatting down next to him. “I got her. Why don’t you give me that beer, eh?” He goes to take it from his hands, but Connor’s quick to move it, spilling a bit of it on his shirt in the process.

“No, this is mine. Get your own,” he slurs

I sigh and squat down next to him, too. “I think you’ve had enough, bub. Come on, let me have it.”

He looks at me with heavy eyes and he pouts, dramatically. “Y/n… you’re so pretty.”

“Connor,” I shake my head.

“I love you in red. God, you look so good. Could never get,” he hiccups, “tired of looking at you.”

I blush, looking over at Shawn who’s still sitting with us. “Okay, come on. Let’s get up. We need to get you to bed.”

He nods slowly, “Whatever you want, baby.”

I take the drink out of his hand and set on the floor beside us. “Shawn, help me get him up.”

Shawn nods, “You got it.” He does most of the heavy lifting, but when Connor’s on his feet, he leans into me, hugging my waist, burying his head in my neck.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. So sorry.”

“I know, come on now. We’re going to your room.”

He groans into my skin, but helps me and Shawn take him to his room as best as he can, only stumbling once when we round the corner. We push his bedroom door open and walk further into the room, plopping him down on the bed.

“Thanks, Shawn. I got it from here.”

“You sure?”

I nod, moving to grab his trash can from next to his desk. “Yeah, we’re good. Thanks for coming to get me.”

He nods, “Of course. Come get me if you need anything else.”

Connor groans as Shawn slams the door shut behind him. I sigh and move around the room, turning on his bedside lamp and going to his desk chair where his outfit from earlier is laid out. “Okay, bub, I’m gonna need you to help me out, alright? I need you to get out of your clothes, I’m gonna put you in pajamas, okay?”

He shakes his head, his pout even heavier than usual, eyes struggling to stay open. “Too tired. You do it.”

I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Of course he’s gonna be difficult right now. I shake my head, throwing his clothes beside him, “Can you stand up?”

He mumbles something incoherent, but I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere along the lines of “The room is spinning.”

“Fuck, Connor, why did you drink so much?” I grumble, moving to the floor to take his shoes off.

“You’re mad at me,” he whines.

“Yes, I am. You know your limits. What were you gonna do if this didn’t happen at the house, hmm?”

“M’sorry.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, sit up,” I reach for his hands to help pull him to a sitting position.

He makes an unnecessary amount of groaning sounds as he moves around to accommodate me.

I push his shirt off his shoulders, it’s almost damp, he’s sweating so much. I throw it to the side, I’ll put it in the laundry room when I go get him some pain meds in a little bit. I take hold of the hem of his tank top, “Arms up,” I pat his side and he obliges, looking up at me with a sad smile on his lips. “What’s wrong?” I ask him, tossing his tank top off to the side too.

“I’m sorry I got mad earlier. About Noah.”

I shake my head, “It’s fine. Lay back, lift your hips for me.”

He lays back, but his pout still remains on his face as I lean forward to unbutton his pants.

“What now?” I question softly, pulling down his zipper, “Hips up.”

He’s looking at me with such sad eyes and it’s killing me. “This isn’t how I wanted you to undress me for the first time.”

My breath hitches, “What?”

“Wanna make love to you,” he slurs.

I almost choke on his words, “Connor, you’re drunk,” I shake my head, pulling his pants off him and grabbing his sweats to pull up his legs instead. I decide to forgo the shirt because he’s already sweating a lot, I don't want to make him even hotter. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m gonna go get you some water and pain meds. Stay here.” I move the trash can closer to him, “The trash is right next to you if you feel like you’re gonna get sick.

I pick up his discarded clothes from the floor and walk to the door and out the room before he can say anything else he doesn’t mean. After tossing them in the hamper in the laundry room, I squeeze past the group of people still congregating in the hallway. I slip into my room and grab some of my pain meds from my book bag and quickly slip out again to head to the kitchen which is also crowded. I mumble out a general excuse me, and go to the fridge to grab Connor a bottle of water.

On my way back, I stop and go to his bathroom which is thankfully empty, and grab a hand towel and wet it under the faucet to hopefully cool him down a bit. When I’m back in his room, he’s laying face down on his bed and I stop for a minute, admiring his smooth skin, and the way the muscles in his shoulders tense up when he moves his arm above his head. It’s not fair. No one man should look this good.

I shake my head, focusing back on the task at hand. I close the door behind me gently. “Okay, Connor. I need you to sit up just one more time to take these pills and then you can go to bed, yeah?”

He groans, “I think I drank too much, baby,” he mumbles, pushing himself up and I'm once again in awe of how his muscles move with him.

I scratch at my scalp and nod, holding out the pills for him. “Yeah, I think you did, too.” He takes them in his hand and I sit next to him, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to him as well.

“Thank you,” he hiccups.

“You’re welcome.” I look down at my hands as he takes the pills. He goes to hand me the water bottle back but I shake my head, “You need to drink it all. We’re trying to avoid a hangover.”

He just holds the bottle in his lap, not moving to drink anymore of it, so I look back up at him only to find him already staring at me.

“You okay?” I ask.

He hums and reaches forward. He runs his thumb under my eye, “You got an eyelash. I got it,” he mumbles, but he keeps his hand cradling the side of my face.

My eyes search his tired ones, they’re glossed over, but they always get that way when he drinks, making his eyes seem just a little more blue than green.

“Have I told you tonight that you look pretty?” he asks quietly.

“Multiple times,” I confirm.

“Good, because you are… so, so pretty.”

I lick my lips and watch his eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back. I take in a shallow breath as he starts to lean closer. His eyes closed as his face inches toward mine. I push him back gently just before his lips have the chance to connect with mine, and I mean just before because I could feel his breath against my mouth. “What are you doing?” I question.

“I was… I was trying to kiss you. Did you, I thought you wanted to - when we were laying in bed a couple weeks ago, you said you wanted me to kiss you.”

“Well, I… Connor,” I shake my head. I didn’t think he heard me when I said that. “Not like this. Not tonight. Not when you’re drunk and not thinking clearly.” I stand up, pacing slowly in front of him. “If you’re gonna kiss me, I want you to be sober, and to actually want to do it. Not just because we got in a fight earlier. I don’t want this to be something you do now and then completely forget about or ignore, or fuck, even worse, regret in the morning. I don’t want that. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve to be led on by you again.”

“Again?” He asks, tilting his head at me.

“Nevermind. I should go back out there, start cleaning up so it’s not so much tomorrow.”

“Wait, y/n, please. Stay here, please. Stay with me tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I won’t try anything, I promise. Please, just stay?”

I sigh, “Just until you fall asleep.”

---

It’s nearing eleven in the morning when Shawn finally retreats from his room. He’s not nearly as hungover as I bet the other boys are going to be. If he’s even hungover at all, he doesn’t seem to be.

He leans against the counter, watching me pull my second batch of cookies from the oven. “You’re stress baking,” he observes.

I scoff, “I made muffins too,” I nod in the direction of the counter in front of him where a plate of blueberry muffins sits.

“Ooh,” he reaches forward and takes one, “Not that I like when you’re stressed, but this my favorite of your coping mechanisms.”

“For purely selfish, I presume.”

“Of course,” he says around a mouthful of muffin. “So,” he says after he swallows. “Does this sudden urge to bake have anything to do with what happened last night with Connor?”

I tense up at the memory of Connor leaning in to kiss me. Me pushing him away. “Maybe.”

“So what did happen after I left you two?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head.

“Well, the glorious smell of our kitchen and the spotless living room say otherwise.”

I close my eyes and rub my hands over my face. “He, god, he tried to kiss me.”

“What?” Shawn chokes.

“Shh! You’ll wake them.”

“Oh please, Brain will be asleep until five. Nothing will wake him. He kissed you?! Well, how was it?”

“I said he tried. As in, I didn’t let him. I pushed him away before he could.”

“Why? Don’t you want him to?”

“Of course! But not like that! Not when he’s drunk and not himself. WHen he’s saying stupid things like he wants to make love to me, and that he wishes I was undressing him for the first time under different circumstances.”

“What? He said all of that?! Oh my god! Go, Connor!”

“No, not go Connor. Because he’s not going to remember any of this when he wakes up and I’m going to remember everything and have to pretend that he didn’t say anything or try to kiss me. And I’m stuck being led on once again, except this time he lives just down the hall and I have to see him everyday.”

Shawn sighs, “Okay, you’re right. So, what are you going to do?”

“Same thing I always do.”

He nods, “I’ll get my guitar.”

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