#and our boy’s competitive and cocky spirit won out

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Uh oh. Busted.

“Ummmm….so now you have more room for us to build more? Or you buy more and then we tweak. Yeah, that.”

“You want some tea? I’m gonna make some tea…” @stxrked

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Mini Fanfic #1052: Kyoukgen Special Outing Date!! (King of Fighters)

2:23 p.m. at Biggs' Tailor Made Shop........

Marco: (Inside the Dressing Room) Are you sure this suit would look good on me? Been a long while since I've worn one....

Robert: (Smiles Softly) Trust us, Marco, you're gonna look a like million bucks with the suit we picked out for ya.

Yuri: Just imagine: you walking into some fancy, boring rich people's party while everyone present, turns and pays attention to you, not just another guy in a suit, but as Marco Rodriguez......(Slowly Moves her Hand Up to the Side With a Huge Smile on her Face) the big, firm, extraordinary, handsome devil of the Kyoukgen Karate!

Marco: Handsome Devil of Kyoukgen Karate, eh? Not a bad ring to it. But I am far from being the most handsome guy out there. At least not in comparison to Robert.

Robert: (Flips his Front Hair With a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Well, my natural beauty does have no equal and competition~

Yuri: (Turns to Robert With a Smirk of her Own) Does the name "Benimaru Nikaido" ring any bells?

Robert: ('Scoffs') Sparky wishes he could keep up with me.

Marco: Isn't he that playboy model who won a lot of KoF tournaments?

Yuri: Yep! Robbie boy over here been jealous of him since day one. It's kinda funny.

Robert: No it isn't. And so what if the guy won more tournaments than any of us combined? I'm still richer than him!

Yuri: True, but he's still a pretty solid hit with the ladies though. Some of which are high class models themselves.

Robert: But are any of them a ponytail, braided cutie who can kick ass? (Gives Yuri a Peck on the Cheek) I don't think so~

Yuri: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Robert!~ You're being too modest~

Robert: (Smirks Playfully at Yuri) Hey, I ain't the one constantly kept boasting about how cute you are. I just happened to wholeheartedly agree to that statement.

Yuri: Oh really?~ Well, I just so happened to be a form believer that you, Robert Garcia, is the most handsomest stud around~ (Winks at her Man Beside Her)

Robert: More handsome than sparky?~ (Raises an Eyebrow)

Yuri: ('Sigh') Yes, Robert. You're more handsome than sparky. Very much so~ (Kisses Robert on the Lips)

Marco: You can quit the flirting now, lovebirds! I'm finished changing!

As the door opens, Marco walks out of the dressing room wearing a nicely tailored made, white tuxedo, black dressed pants, and a rich, silver tie.

Marco: (Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth a Bit Nervously) So......how do I look?

Yuri: (Gasps Loudly With a Big Smile and Sparkles in her Eyes) Marcoooooo!~ You look amazing!!~

Robert: (Smiles Proudly) And a very handsome devil I may add. (Moves a Nearby Mirror in Front of Marco's Viewpoint) Take a look for yourself, bud.

Marco: (Takes a Look at Himself in the Mirror, Much to his Genuine Surprise) Huh. Well, I'll be damned. I do look like a million bucks.

Robert: Told ya! Consider this one a gift from me to you. On the house.

Marco: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait, you're seriousluly buying me this!?

Robert: (Happily Nodded) Yeah, man. Can't have you going to this upcoming VIP party with us next week, without wearing something more sophisticated, which you're invited to by the way.

Yuri: SURPRISE!~

Marco: VIP party, huh?.....Sure, if it beats being in the restaurant all night, then I'm down. (Bows to the Couple In Front of Him) Thank you for the invite.

Robert: Nah, there's no need to thank us. We're just happy to have you along for the ride. (Gives Marco a Playful Smirk While Pointing a Finger Gun at Him) Just try not to rip it to pieces with your manliness this time, 'kay?

Marco: (Sighs While Pinching his Nose) You're still going on about that?

Yuri: (Pouts at Marco With her Hands on her Hips) Of course we are! Like, we get that you love our karate style and showing off your manly side or whatever, but you gotta ease up on the shirt ripping! Speaking of which, how were you even able to do that so easily anyways?

Marco: I'm......not really sure actually. But master did said that my Kyoukgen spirit is stronger as each time passes.

Yuri: (Gives Marco a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Kyoukgen spirit?

Marco: (Simply Nodded) Yep. He told me all about it when we went training in the mountains that one time. Legend has it that the spirit and influence of Mr. Karate himself will start coursing through one's veins each time their training progresses. Of course, It'll take a very long time before anyone could match up against Mr Karate himself, in terms of strength and endurance, but we all have to start somewhere, am I right?

Robert and Yuri starts looking at each other for a few seconds in silence before turning back to Marco.

Robert: You see.....(Sticks Both of his Arms and Habds Out at Marco) This right here is EXACTLY why you need to go out more.

Yuri: And luckily for you....(Happily Stands By One of Marco's Shoulder While Robert Stands by the Other) We'll be the only two sane ones to help you see more of the clear skies in no time!~

Marco: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) You know, I don't always spend my time cooped up in the dojo all day. But I suppose a few outings or so with you two aren't too bad of a time waster, so thanks for that I guess.

Yuri: No problem!~ Now, can we hurry up and buy this suit already? I'm starving like crazy really!

Few Minutes Later Outside of an Italian Themed Restaurant........

Yuri: (Takes a Bite of her Ordered Meal Before Beaming Up With Pure Satisfaction) ('Mmmmm') Wooow!~ This has to best risotto I've ever tasted!~ So heavenly~

Robert: Yeah, it's pretty good, but you have to try out these lamb chops. (Takes Another Bite of his Meal and Enjoys It) They'll to die for! Ain't that right, Marco?

Marco: ( Looks Down Plays With His Food in Silence With the Side if his Head Resting on his Knuckles) ....................

Yuri: Marco?

Marco: (Comes Back to Reality as He Looks Back Up to the Couple) Hm?

Yuri: (Stares at Marco With a Worried Frown) Is everything okay?

Robert: Is the lamb chop not as good as you hoped it would be?

Marco: Oh. No, it's not that. It tasted great actually.

Robert: (Smiles Brightly) Right? I'm thinking we should making one of our own and added it to the menu once we get back home. Give it's own flare, persino l'unicità! (Chuckles Lightly Before Frowning) But no seriously, Marco, what's wrong?

Marco: I've been thinking.

Yuri: About?

Marco: My place here in the Kyoukgen Karate. Ever since Grandmaster Takuma appointed me as the head chef of the BBQ restaurant and when master declined the thought of me joining your team for the fifteenth KOF tournament, I.....guess I couldn't but to feel....inferior to you guys as of lately. Like my contribution to the Kyoukgen's name, means little to nothing to any of you anymore, master especially. ('Sigh') I dunno, maybe I'm not working as hard as I thought I was? I know I still have a long road ahead of me, but how long will it takes for me to not keep falling behind? Or should I stop everything, pack it up and just......call it quits?

Yuri and Robert stares at their Kyoukgen artist in dead silence as if the words that came out of his mouth struck a cord within them in some way.

Marco: (Starts Feeling a Bit Awkward by the Silence) A-Actually, forget everything I just said. (Chuckles Awkwardly) I'm only rambling on about my own dumb dilemmas like I always do, so.....uh.....(Slowly Takes Another Bite of his Lamb Chop Before Swallowing It) Y-Yeah.

Robert: Marco, I....that....can't be any more farther from the truth at all. You're one of the most dedicated and hard working person our dojo has to offer. Even more so than Ryo and Master themselves.

Yuri: Robert's right. You always do whatever you can help us keep the dojo and restaurant in their place, you became a huge inspiration to most of our students for as long as any of us could try to remember, and you're a hell of a lot more stronger than you're giving yourself credit for right now! Remember that one time in training, Dad threw you like five wooden boards and you headbutted all of them at ease? I always thought you're the coolest guy ever since then.

Marco: You have? T-Thanks. (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Mama always said I have the hardest head of the whole family. But it nowhere near as impressive as you breaking those boards with your....(Starts Blushing a Little While Looking Away) Uh.....

Yuri: My big, fat butt?

Marco: Yeah. That. It's creative and very effective force of attack, in more ways than one......

Yuri: (Giggles Softly) Aww, thank you~ I always do my best to put my two best assets to good use in battle. So much so that I gave it an attack name: Swallow Wing.

Marco: (Starts Nodding in an Impressed Manner) That sounds like a decent name for an attack.

Yuri: Right? I came up with it all night and everything! (Crosses her Arms and Pout) But bro and dad says I look unprofessional and un-lady like every time I use it.

Robert: (Shrugs) Hey, if it's effective enough to knock anyone out, then who cares what those two pagliaccis think. (Chuckles Lightly....Which Now Turns into a Bit of a Goofy Laugh)

Marco silently turns to Yuri with a bit of weirded out look on his face.

Yuri: ('Sigh') Don't mind Robbie-Boy over there. He's always get like this whenever my butt attack gets brought up at any conversation.

Marco: You don't say.....

Yuri: Uh-huh. Like, I get that we've been dating for a while now and that I packed a whole lot of impact and junk in the truck since then, but this is getting ridiculous at this point!

Marco: ('Sigh') Let's just hope your brother and father doesn't see him actin' like a perverted fool anytime soon.....

Yuri: Oh they've already catched him doing that multiple times before and it most ends with him receiving a broken nose. (Smiles Dreamingly at her Boyfriend) Still, i think he looks so cute when acts all silly like that~ Makes me wanna kiss his face, you know?

Marco: If helps him sleep at night. (Starts Snapping his Fingers in Front of Robert) Oi! Robert!

Robert: (Finally Comes Back to Reality) Huh? What?

Yuri: (Raises an Eyebrow) Don'tcha think we're getting a little off topic here?

Robert: (Immediately Remembers What's the Original Conversation Was) Oh! Yeah! Uh...('Clears Throat') You're right. (Bashfully Fixes his Shirt's Collar) Sorry about that of all, Marco. I was.....lost in my own thoughts as per usual is all.

Marco: (Crosses his Arms, Unimpressed) We noticed.

Yuri: (Giggles Softly at Robert Dispense)

Robert: Yeah....B-But actually going back to the topic at hand here, all of the reasons Yuri and I listed just proves that you, Marco Rodriguez, contributed a whole lot to our team than you think. And I'm sure your master would think and say the same too, no matter how thick headed he is at times.

Yuri: (Groans in Frustration While Having the Urge to Not Rip her Whole Hair Out) To an egregious tea!

Robert: Yuri!

Yuri: (Sighs While Pinching her Nose to Try Calming Herself Down) Sorry, sorry. I know we're getting off topic again and junk, but that jerk has been pissing me off nonstop as of late. I mean, first, he kicked me out of the team for being the weak link, and then had the nerve to chose King over Marco after he was willing to spend a WHOLE FUCKING YEAR training in the moutains with him, for.....WHATEVER REASON, cause it sure as hell wasn't because he finally used that thick skull of his to find out that she had a crush on his dumbass, that's for sure!!

Marco: I always thought that was the reason he chose her over me. To get close and development their bond long enough to admit their feelings to one another.

Robert: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself) Trust us when we say that we both wish and thought that were the case too, bud.....But of course, every time I tried to tell him that King might have feelings for him, he always denies it and thinks I don't know what I'm talking about. Hell, even when that poor girl hints after hints of that being the case, he STILL gets oblivious over the whole thing, it's infuriating! And I think King is starting to get tired of it too.

Yuri: Oh, I can TELL that she's having enough of his crap! Remember that night when Ryo made this big speech about how we stopped caring about our dojo or whatever? King walked out the door at one point during the whole thing and was already long gone before we went outside shortly after. Fast forwarding to a day later, she texted and said that something came up for her to leave at the last few minutes. (Crosses her Arms Again) I swear, if that's not a clear sign of her giving up, then I don't know what is anymore....

Marco: Maybe there actually was something that came up at the time. I don't know King as much as the rest of you do, but she doesn't seem the kind of woman who would make lies out of the blue like that.....Right?

Yuri: Well....I mean...she is the most honest out me and Mai since we first met one another. ('SIigh') So I guess I could be blowing all of this out of proportion.....(Starts Pouting Again) Doesn't change the fact that I'm still mad at Ryo.

Marco: Hey, I get it. I mean, I'm having mixed feelings about all of this, but I completely understand why it's upsetting. Sorry that he cut you out of the team like that.

Yuri: (Turns Back to Marco With a Small Smile) It's fine. I'm sorry he didn't give you a chance to join at all. (Starts Frowning Again) Among others things.....

Marco: Other things?

Robert: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth While Looking Away) Yeah, this might be a long time coming, but we really wanna apologize for leaving you behind for an entire month to watch over restaurant on your own like that.

Yuri: We're supposed to be a team, family even. And yet, here you are, getting left behind and cleaning up behind our messes. Some friends we are.....

Marco: (Smiles a Bit Reassuringly) Hey now. There's no need to feel down about all of that. It wasn't easy watching over the restaurant at first, but my crew and I were still able to pull through for as long as we need to at the time.

Robert: (Smiles Back) And we really couldn't thank you enough for that. You ever need us for everything, don't be afraid to give us a hollar, alright?

Yuri: (Hugs Marco's Arm) We love you, Marco. And if we have to prove how much you mean to us on daily basis, then so be it. We're up for the challenge.

Robert: (Points his Finger Guy at Marco Before Winking) Anyday of the week, amico.

Marco: (Smiles Sheepishly) You...really don't have to go out of your way to do that for me. Having you two as my friends is already good enough for me as it gets. You're good people.

Robert: (Happily Nodded) Ditto. I honestly believe this will be a start of an actual friendship.

Yuri: (Smiles Brightly) Yep!~ And we're gonna be sticking together like super glue from here on out, so you better get used to it, Marco Rodriguez!!~

Marco: (Chuckles Lightly) Fine by me. I'm having the time of my life already.

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[alwaysmarveling]

Rock Band

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: None, just fluff :)

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Not too sure how I feel about this one, but it’s Wanda so hopefully you guys enjoy it (also I miss playing Rock Band)!!

“You ready for game night, Bird Boy?” Bucky winked.

“You bet, old man. I’m going to crush you, just you wait.” Sam smiled at Bucky with a glint in his eye and mischief clear in his voice. “You guys coming?” Sam turned to look at you and your girlfriend. “The theme is Wii games. Even Thor is coming.” You looked at Wanda for confirmation before answering.

“Yeah, sounds fun. Don’t know if we have the same need for total domination as you losers, though.” Tony laughed from his position in the chair next to you.

“Just you wait, kiddo. You’ll get into it. They all do.”

“Even if I do, I doubt it’ll be that hard to take a bunch of grandpas down,” you winked at the men before scooping some salad into your mouth.

“Since when am I a grandpa?” Sam scoffed.

“Since you became old, which, according to my calculations, has been… oh, right, always. Grandpa in spirit.”

“Well this grandpa is going to beat your ass, so just prepare yourself,” Sam challenged.

“I personally would like to go back to the ‘losers’ thing,” Steve countered. “The only loser is going to be you. Do you even know what games we’re going to be playing, Y/N?”

“Nah, but I figure whatever it is I’ll win,” you smirked.

“Oh, someone’s feeling cocky today. I’d be scared if I were you.” You turned your head slightly to your right, noting how Wanda’s lips curled upwards at Steve’s warning. “Nat has yet to be defeated in Mario Kart, and I, for one, am pretty decent at Smash Bros.”

“You’re on,” you winked at him, the table beginning to clear out. “See you tonight.”

When everyone had left the table but you and Wanda, you turned to your girlfriend. “I suck at Mario Kart. And Smash Bros,” you whined, burying your face into the crook of her neck. “What got into me?” Wanda laughed and ran a hand down your arm.

“You’re too competitive for your own good, detka. If it makes you feel better, Nat already knows you’re bad at Mario Kart,” Wanda smiled, reflecting on the many game nights the three of you and Carol had had together over the years.

“That doesn’t make me feel any better. I’m going to be a loser,” you complained, your voice muffled.

“You’ll be fine, babe. You’re good at, um... What's that game called again?”

“Mario Party 8?”

“Yeah, that one!”

“I can’t win game night with one game, Wanda.”

“Well, you’re always a winner in my book,” your girlfriend reassured you as she played with your fingers.

“Cute, Wan,” you huffed. “Maybe there is a way I could be a winner…” you smiled. When Wanda began to shake her head furiously, you began to beg. “Please, baby, you don’t have to do a lot. Just distract them a little? Please? Pretty please?”

“As much as I love you, Y/N, there is no way I’m messing with their minds just so you can win a game night.”

“I guess you have a point,” you sighed, making sure the fake sadness was clear in your voice. Wanda only laughed, brushing your cheek with the back of her hand.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. Besides, if you win, I can’t kiss away your pout.”

“But if I win, you can kiss me as a little ‘good job,’ you know?”

“You’re cute when you pout, though.”

“Am I not cute when I’m smiling from the pure joy of winning?”

“Weren’t you just saying you didn’t want ‘total domination’ less than five minutes ago?”

“Don’t change the subject,” you grumbled. Wanda chuckled, pressing her lips to your forehead.

“Sorry, printsessa. You’d better go practice if you want to try to win tonight.”

“I suppose,” you mumbled, pulling away from the witch. “You’re going to help me, though, right?” Your girlfriend pecked you on the lips, causing a smile to slowly form on your face.

“Of course.”

---

Later that night, you and Wanda were sprawled across your bed watching the first show that played when you turned on the TV. Your head laid in Wanda’s lap as Wanda traced invisible patterns in your hair and along your face.

“Okay, but why is ‘womb’ pronounced ‘woom’?” you spoke up. “Shouldn’t it be ‘wom’? You know, like ‘bomb’? Or what about ‘tomb’? Why is it pronounced like that? Who said that putting a ‘b’ at the end of the word makes the ‘o’ long for some words but not others?” Wanda brought her gaze down from the screen to your face, her brows furrowed and nose scrunched.

“What the heck even made you think of that?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I’ve just been thinking.”

“Maybe you should be thinking a little less, printsessa,” Wanda giggled, drawing a swirl on your cheek with the tip of her finger.

“That tickles, Wan.” That didn’t stop the witch, who simply pinched your cheek before resuming her tracing. “But I thought you liked my thinking. I have some pretty good thoughts,” you defended yourself, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Like ‘what would happen if the French used the Statue of Liberty like the Trojan Horse?’” Wanda raised her eyebrows.

“It was a hypothetical!”

“A pretty bad one, if you ask me.”

“Well sorry, Miss Smartypants.”

“You can be smart too, dorogaya. You just… have your moments,” she winked at you.

“I hate you,” you grumbled, turning away from her so that you were facing the flashing screen, images playing across it but neither of you really sure—or caring—what was going on.

“You love me.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yeah huh.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, I-”

“Guys, game night is starting,” Tony knocked at your door.

“Okay, we’ll be down in a second,” Wanda told him. You didn’t listen for if he had left, instead turning your gazes back to each other.

“Okay, maybe I do love you a little bit.” Wanda raised her brows, her finger now running along your lower lip.

“Only a little?”

“I might be able to be persuaded otherwise, but as of right now, yes, a little.” Wanda hummed before leaning down to join your lips.

“What about now?” she asked, her lips brushing yours as she spoke.

“I love you a medium bit.” She kissed you again, this time a little longer than the last.

“And now?”

“I love you a lot a bit,” you whispered. Wanda smiled, giving you one last kiss before sitting back up.

“I love you a lot a bit too. Now, let’s get down to the living room. I believe we have a bunch of ‘grandpas’ waiting for us.”

---

“Wanda, Y/N, I missed you. How has life been treating you on Earth?” Thor waved at the two of you. You guys had little time to wave back, let alone respond, before Tony spotted you.

“There they are,” Tony clapped his hands together. “We were just about to get started. First on the agenda is Smash Bros because this one,” he aggressively pointed in Steve’s direction, “said he needs to go to bed before 1. Party pooper.” Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Some of us just don’t want to destroy our entire sleep schedule in one night.” He turned away from Tony to face the two of you, holding out one controller. “We’ve got one spot left, who’s playing?”

---

More than three hours later, the clock read 11 PM and the group of you had made it through several games. As you expected, you hadn’t won anything, but Wanda held her own in Smash Bros and was actually close to beating Nat in Mario Kart at one point (that didn’t last long, but you were proud nonetheless). Thor beat you all at Mario and Sonic at the Olympic Games, but with all the jumping and yelling going on at the time, you weren’t sure the tower would hold up long enough for you guys to actually finish the game.

“Are you planning on winning any time soon, Y/N?” Nat winked at you from her spot on the couch, one leg resting above the couch and the other bent at the knee on a cushion.

“Oh, shut up,” you laughed. “You know that I suck at video games.” No one else could hear your conversation with the chaos going on over Cooking Mama. That’s right, Cooking Mama.

“I actually thought you were playing us the first couple game nights. And then I finally realized you were just that bad,” Natasha chuckled, quickly having to dodge the pillow you’d thrown in her direction.

“Would it kill you to sit normally for once?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “Yes, it would.”

“How’re you doing, babe? Not too upset yet?” Wanda joined you on the couch with a peck to your cheek.

“Doing just dandy, Wan. See, I can be a good sport.” The witch laughed.

“I’ll check back in with you in an hour.”

“Hey, ladies, we were going to play Rock Band. You guys interested?” Bucky held up the controllers.

“Who won Cooking Mama?” you asked, a smirk clearly written across your face. Bucky rolled his eyes before responding.

“Clint. Now are you guys joining, or what?”

“Mm, I think I’m going to grab a drink. I’ll enjoy the show for a little bit first,” you winked as you slowly rose from the couch.

“She’s only saying that because she doesn’t want to lose,” Sam scoffed. “Y/N’s just upset she can’t deliver on her promise to beat us all.”

“Just you wait for Mario Party 8, Sam. Just you wait.”

“We don’t have that game,” Bruce whispered to you apologetically. “We let Peter borrow it for the weekend. Sorry, Y/N.”

“Are you serious?” You threw your hands up.

“Coward,” Clint teased, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Oh, calm down, Clint. Rock Band doesn’t even have a winner,” Nat chastised.

“Yes, it does! Whoever gets the highest score wins.” The redhead simply rolled her eyes before winking at you.

“Alright, I’m in. Put me on guitar. You coming, Wan?” Natasha turned to her.

“I’m a bit exhausted from the last game. Soon, though,” the witch promised.

“You want anything, babe?”

“A water would be nice,” Wanda smiled at you. “Thank you, detka.”

“Of course.” You squeezed her hand before heading toward the kitchen.

“How come you didn’t ask any of us if we wanted anything?”

“Okay, Sam,” you turned, crossing your arms, “Do you guys want anything?” A chorus of “no’s” echoed through the room. You shook your head, letting out a puff of air before continuing into the kitchen and grabbing one water for you and your girlfriend.

After a small argument over the song choice, Sam, Bucky, Nat, and Tony were all jamming out to ‘Say It Ain’t So,’ and you couldn’t help but laugh from your position on the couch. Wanda’s left arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you close to her, not that you were complaining. You appreciated the body heat, and her, of course.

Sam did have a pretty decent voice, you had to admit. You didn’t think he’d get so into it, but it was quite entertaining.

Speaking of entertaining, it was extremely difficult to hold in a giggle every time you looked at Bucky. Not that he was bad at it—he was surprisingly very good—but it was obvious he’d spent hours playing this game. Eyes closed, head shaking frantically side to side, and cheeks rosy, one might’ve thought Bucky was actually playing at a concert. You were sure Bucky had his part memorized, which was quite a lot for a guy who was still complaining about all the “confusing, new technology nowadays.”

Nat couldn’t be farther from the opposite of the Winter Soldier. As one might expect, she was hitting every note, but from the look on her face, you had a harder time going up the stairs without tripping than she was having playing the game.

And Tony, well, you didn’t really know what to expect with him, but it certainly wasn’t this. For a guy with all the charisma in the world, you thought he would’ve been more… coordinated. He dropped a drumstick at least twice already, and he could never seem to hit the pedal when he had to use the sticks at the same time.

Unfortunately for you, the song quickly came to a close and a new distraction arose—you.

“Y/N, no avoiding it any longer. C’mon, get up here. Which one do you want to be?” You glanced reluctantly at Wanda before answering. If you wanted to play to win, your best bet was singing, but none of the Avengers, including Wanda, had heard you before, and you were in no rush to change that. At the same time, your girlfriend was right; you definitely had a competitive side to you, and seeing the looks on the guys’ faces when you won would be a glorious sight. But maybe it wasn’t all about winning, after all, Wanda had promised you a kiss…

“Put her on the mic,” Natasha smirked. She removed the strap of the toy guitar from her neck before handing it to Steve. Before you could protest, the microphone was shoved into your hands and someone pushed you towards the front of the room.

“Good luck, Y/N,” you barely heard Wanda call from behind you, more worried about what you were going to do.

“Okay, so, Steve and I will be on guitar and bass, Thor on drums, and Y/N on mic. We ready?” Bucky scanned the room for approval. When everyone except for you nodded, he went to choose a song.

“‘Wanted Dead or Alive?’ Really, Buck?” Steve shook his head.

“It’s a good song,” he shrugged, moving to his spot next to Steve. “Should we show them how it’s done?”

“Ha, funny of you to think you’ll win,” Thor boomed, rubbing the drum sticks together.

“Y/N? You’re awfully quiet.” Sam smirked.

“Oh, shut up, Big Bird. Let’s just get this over with.” The man held up his hands in surrender as he backed away from you slowly.

As the first few measures of the song passed, you made a decision. Screw what the rest of the Avengers thought, you were going for it. You took a deep breath as the words rolled across the screen.

“It’s all the same, only the names will change.” The second you started singing, you heard everyone else go quiet around you. Steve, Bucky, and Thor all stopped playing for a second, and you could practically feel everyone’s mouth drop as you forced your eyes to stay on the screen in front of you.

“Every day, it seems we’re wastin’ away.” Just keep going, you told yourself. As much as you wanted to shrivel up in a corner somewhere far, far away, you had already started this. Might as well finish it.

“Another place where the faces are so cold, I’d drive all night just to get back home.” A whistle erupted from behind you—it had to be Tony—and amongst the hooting and hollering, you smiled, relieved, as the rest of the Avengers seemed to snap back into it.

The rest of the guys got back into the groove, and at one point you weren’t even sure you could hear yourself over Thor’s rather enthusiastic drum playing. You had a hard time not laughing at Bucky when you were watching him earlier, but it was pretty much impossible to not laugh now when you were seeing him with Steve. They were definitely feeding off of each other’s energy, and, wow, was it a sight. You’d never seen them this… loose before. They’d definitely need a comb after this game.

Nevertheless, your teammates’ antics helped you fully relax into the song, and it was over before you knew it. On the last beat of the song, you heard a loud crack and whirled around just in time to dodge part of a drumstick coming straight for your face.

“Thor, what the heck are you doing, man?” The god laughed sheepishly.

“Are you trying to kill my girlfriend?” You glanced over at Wanda, who looked ready to grab Thor around the neck. One stern look from you made her hesitate, but the anger remained obvious in her eyes.

“I guess I got a little caught up in the game. In my defense, your human toys are way too fragile.” After one harsh glare from Wanda, the god swallowed and added, “I apologize, Y/N.”

“Dude, how the heck are we supposed to keep playing with a broken drumstick?” Clint inspected the broken piece, which was at least the size of his palm, passing it from hand to hand.

“Ah, forget it. We can just switch to a different game. Y/N’s would’ve won the rest of the rounds anyway,” Bruce shrugged as he pointed at the screen.

The rest of the Avengers followed his finger, and sure enough, you had finished with a perfect score.

“Okay, Y/N, I’ll give it to you. That was good. How come you never told any of us you could sing?” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Nobody asked me.” You shrugged before handing the microphone to Bruce, allowing the conversation to return to what to do about the broken drumstick and returning to your seat next to Wanda. “Babe, I defeated the grandpas,” you whispered before pushing your face into the crook of her neck. More relaxed now that you were safe next to her, she chuckled, grabbing your hand.

“You did. I thought you would’ve been more excited about it?”

“I’m very happy about it,” you murmured, just loud enough for her to hear.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed,” she smiled, squeezing your thigh. You whined, prompting your girlfriend to laugh softly and kiss the top of your forehead. “I wouldn’t mind hearing you sing more often. You’re a good singer, malyshka.”

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“Wow, Wanda, you didn’t even know your girlfriend could sing?” Clint teased. With the conversation back on you, you pushed yourself further into Wanda’s body. She reassured you by tracing small circles at the top of your knee.

“Obviously none of you knew about it either.”

“I did,” Natasha smirked, causing you to look up at her in shock. “I heard you singing in the shower the other day when I went to drop off the sweatshirt you left in my room.” You threw your head back in laughter before chucking a pillow in her direction, which she easily caught.

“You suck. You put me on singing on purpose!”

“You wanted to win, didn’t you?” your best friend shrugged, clearly not feeling bad for what she had done.

“Okay, okay, can we get back to game night now?” Sam whined. “Sure, Y/N can sing. But can she dance?” Everyone groaned playfully as Sam pulled out a copy of Just Dance. “Natasha, you’re not allowed to play,” he quickly added. The redhead crossed her arms, a smile on her face.

“Fine with me. Go get ‘em, Y/N.” You grinned. Giving Wanda a peck on the cheek, you stood from the couch yet again and rolled up your sleeves. This was going to be a long night.

[houseof-harry]

Fuck You Too | G.D.

Part 2 of Hate You Too

A/N - surprise! why im posting so late, I couldn’t tell you but here we are. im so excited to share this part w y'all, and im currently obsessed with this whole story line at this point. pls lmk what you guys think!!!!! (and @vintagedolan​ is an amazing gifer and I will be using her gifs on everything I post but we knew I loved her from the start and anyways)

Word Count - 5.3k

Warnings - some nasty, some angst, nothing new

Kacey described it as a glow.

You hated that, because that made everything seem warm and magical and nice. That’s not what you were feeling, despite the new pep in your step.

But how were you supposed to tell Kacey you’d slept with her boyfriend’s twin that you despised and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it?

The worst part was everything was almost back to normal the next day. He was making rude comments, you were rolling your eyes, and you were flipping each other off by the time dinner came around all over again. But something felt a little different to you. The way his eyes shined a bit brighter when you caught him giving you a death glare, the way you thought about your late night activities with him whenever he flashed you his middle finger, a whole new meaning associated with the action.

You hated that he was giving you these new feelings. So you decided to hate him even more for it.

Luckily, since your mini vacation you’d been able to avoid seeing Grayson. And you thought you’d be able to continue that streak tonight. You and your friends were headed to your favorite bar for tequila tuesday. You didn’t typically participate in something that sounded like an excuse for a frat to throw down during the week, but between your constant thoughts of Grayson and your stress from heading back to work, you were in need of a midweek drink. Or ten.

So you got on your best top, your cutest jeans, your hottest shoes, and you made sure your hair and makeup were both perfect. Tonight was about distracting, about your “glow” becoming sweat from dancing with your friends, and maybe even having an actual excuse as to why you were less uptight because Kacey was getting way too suspicious for your liking.

When you first got there, your spirits were high. Your friends were quick to get some tequila in you, and before you knew it you had that warm feeling all over your body. You had hope, you were feeling good and loose, ready to forget everything that had been haunting you for almost two weeks.

But then the Dolans walked through the doors, and it was almost like you had this 6th sense they were there because the second Grayson was inside, your eyes met. You quickly moved your gaze elsewhere, anger already flowing through your veins alongside the alcohol that was continuing to fog your brain by the minute.

You hear Kacey greet Ethan excitedly, and turn your head to see her almost tackle him down. It makes you giggle to yourself because as much as you had wanted to hate them at first, they were cute as fuck. They almost made you want a relationship of your own. Almost.

“Already drunk?” The deep, and now familiar voice of Grayson comes from behind you, already way too close for comfort.

A scowl makes its way onto your face as you turn around, finding him almost directly behind you. You have to look up at him to see his face, and he looks plenty amused with how much he’s already gotten under your skin.

“Maybe. Does it matter to you?”

He shrugs casually, looking around and smiling at the rest of your friends before looking back down at you. “Not at all. Just something I’d expect from you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and pushing at his chest so you can step away from him. “Mind your fucking business, Dolan. I don’t even know why you’d come to a bar when you know you’re not gonna drink.”

“Oh, so I’m not welcome to hang out with you guys? That’s kind of mean, Y/N. Does alcohol make you mean?”

The teasing tone of his voice is only adding to your quickly building frustration as you take a large sip of your drink. “You haven’t seen mean from me yet.”

Before he gets a chance to respond, you walk over to Mila, a more than annoyed look on your face.

“Fuck that kid,” you mumble, finishing off the rest of your drink in a few gulps.

She laughs, shaking her head at you. “Easy there, tiger. You’ve already had four shots and two of those. You wanna be able to walk out of here by the end of the night?”

You roll your eyes, putting your empty cup on the table. “Fine, mom.”

“Damn, he’s been here for less than five minutes and you’re already a bitch,” she laughs, her eyes going to Grayson for a moment to watch him talk to Jas before she looks back at you.

“Can you blame me? He’s unbearable,” you whine, a pout on your lips. You feel a bit childish, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. Grayson was a nuisance. A nuisance with a big dick. But definitely a nuisance.

“I think you’re literally the only one who feels that way,” she responds, her eyes clearly raking up and down his body, and you turn to do the same. The tight black long sleeve shirt defines his muscles quite nicely, and his jeans follow the curve of his ass.

You shake your head to bring you out of your trance, knowing yourself too well. Tequila made you horny, and you refused for him to be the one you wanted to spend the night with.

“He’s shallow, condescending, and straight up rude. I don’t get how any of you even like him.”

“You’re the only one he seems to be like that too, though. I wonder why.” Mila grabs her chin, tapping her lips as she tries to think of a reason.

You can’t help the anger that bubbles right back to the surface at her statement, though. That’s all everyone tells you. He’s so nice, and cares about others, and he makes people laugh and is a good time overall. It’s just you that he isn’t nice to. And they love to remind you every time he comes up in conversation, which is more often than you find necessary. They seem to literally swoon over him. You wonder if he’s fucked them too, and that’s how he has a hold over all of them. Maybe he thought it was what would make you like him more, but it didn’t fucking work and you despised how much of a cocky ass he was about fucking you.

So you do what you do best, and find the most attractive man you can. It’s almost laughable how much he looked like Grayson. He was about 6 foot, dark hair, beard, tattoos all over his legs, defined muscles, almost a Grayson look a like. But not quite. And fortunately enough for you, he was easy to woo because he was dragging you out of the bar not even an hour later to bring you back to his place. You hoped he was a distraction enough, finally no Grayson in site to continue to ruin any type of fun you were determined to have.

***

You were grateful that your friends so regularly opened their homes to you. It led to many nights spent at their pools, in their living rooms, cooking in their kitchens, that all created new amazing memories for you to remember forever.

And that’s what you guys were all doing tonight. You were at Mila’s pool, floating around with everyone and going over your weeks to catch up. That’s when Mila asked about the guy you went home with, and you decided now was your moment to finally brag about the man from the bar. He didn’t make you cum as hard as Grayson did, but he got the job done and you’ll be damned if you don’t let everyone know.

To be honest, when Grayson heard you talking, for a moment he couldn’t even blame you for fucking the guy and being so proud about it. But then he remembered it was you talking, and he instantly felt his blood pressure rise.

“His hands were just so...big. And his hand print was bruised on me literally until this morning.”

All the girls around you giggle, ignoring Grayson's looming presence as he wafted in the water closer and closer, trying to seem as casual as possible with his back turned to you all.

“Oh my god and the way he just manhandled me, he picked me up without even batting an eye. It was fucking amazing.”

“Ugh, you’re really out here living the dream,” Mila sighs out, a pout adorning her lips.

“For real, Y/N, you gotta give us all the tips,” Jas adds, a knowing smirk on her face. You roll your eyes before looking at the other girls again.

Before you can respond with anything, Ethan is announcing dinner and the girls are dispersing. You decide to float around for a few minutes alone, wanting the space before you’re back at the dinner table with everyone.

“So he’s got nice hands?”

You jump and cover your mouth, fear shooting through your body for a moment as you turn to see Grayson in the water with you.

“Jesus fucking christ you dick. How long have you been stalking me?”

He rolls his eyes, sinking into the water so that just his neck and head are above it. “It’s a small ass pool, I’m not stalking you.”

You huff, looking over to see all of your friends starting to get their food and sit around the table that’s blocked by the fire pit. You could see them, but they could barely see you. “Aren’t you going to eat or some shit?”

“Aren’t you?”

“God you’re annoying.” You decide to move and float on your back, closing your eyes so you can do your best to ignore him.

“Bet he didn’t make you cum as hard as I did.”

You groan, clenching your fists as heated anger shoots through you. Of course he’s right, but he shouldn’t know it. “You’re such a fucking boy. Not everything is a damn competition. But, if it was, he won.”

For a minute you’re met with silence, and you think maybe he’s actually going to leave you alone.

“Liar.”

“Oh my god,” you sigh, shifting your body to be upright again. You’re met with his smug face, muscles bulging as his skin drips with water from the pool. For a second you think about how he definitely looks better than the other guy would dripping wet like that, but you shut it down real fast. “First, you need to put your ego in check. This may come as a shock to you, but you’re not some god on earth. Second, stop talking about this shit while our friends are here. They don’t need to know shit happened.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I definitely don’t want them knowing I slept with the fake ass princess of town. I’m just saying it’s a shame you think you’ll ever get better dick than mine.”

“You are such a fucking asshole. Like a grade A, picture perfect image of an asshole.” You start to swim to the edge, over his antics. Your patience for him is thin to start, and he’s pushed your buttons enough for you to need another two weeks of not seeing his stupid face. You reach for the deck, getting ready to pull yourself out when you feel two large hands grip your waist, forcing you to stay shoulder deep in the water. You couldn’t stand here, but he could.

“Running away from your problems, like always?” His voice is right in your ear and you’re sure if you shift your head just a tiny bit you’d feel his lips there as well.

“So you finally admit you’re a problem?”

He chuckles softly, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. “Maybe. But you’re not much better.”

You cock your head to move farther from his, almost as if you’re considering his words. “Maybe,” you mock him, your muscles tensing as one of his hands slowly moves to the front of your bathing suit. His fingers dip in, quickly finding your clit and getting to work. You hate that your body naturally responds as you relax like putty in his grip, your legs spreading. “But at least I don’t have to trap random girls in a pool with me to reassure my fat fucking ego.”

He bites his lip, temporarily ignoring your words and he continues to circle your clit. He listens to your quiet whimpers as you do what you can to stay silent, both for the sake of not feeding further into his pride and to keep your activities a secret.

Soon your chest is rising and falling quickly and you’re grateful you’re in a pool because there would be no other way to explain the drips of sweat on your hairline. You can feel the fire in the pit of your stomach slowly growing, spreading throughout your entire body.

“Interesting you think you’re a random girl,” he mumbles into your ear before removing himself completely from you.

You gasp, quickly coming back to reality as your orgasm fades into the past, watching him pull himself out of the pool next to you. It should honestly be illegal how good his back looked when doing that.

He looks down at you, annoying ass smirk and all with his hands on his hips as he watches you try to process everything that just happened. “Going to eat. Or some shit.”

And with that he leaves you alone in the pool, cheeks flushed, pussy clenching and a whole lot to think about.

***

“You’ve got the new dick glow girl, I’m telling you.”

“Oh jesus, Kace. It’s not even 9 in the morning,” you huff, sitting across from her at your table, breakfast in hand.

“You have been happier lately,” Ethan chimes in as he watches you begin to eat the vegan french toast he claims will change your world.

You take a bite, shaking your head. “That’s not a thing, and even if it were I don’t have it. Haven’t had dick in a week.”

Although that’s technically true, your mind can’t help but go to the pool from a few days ago. There was no dick involved, but it definitely made you flush a bit. There was definitely no glow, though. If anything it was from embarrassment that you let Grayson touch you again. Or, that’s what you tell yourself, at least.

“Well you’re acting like you’re getting dick every night. Was it so good you masturbate thinking about it every night?”

“Oh jesus christ.”

Ethan turns bright red as Kacey laughs and you rub your face in your hands. Her accusations aren’t wrong, but telling her would mean telling them that Grayson was the one haunting you while you laid awake, chasing sleep but his body, his hands, his everything wouldn’t leave you alone until you did something about it.

“Oh my god, is it the feelings glow? Do you like the guy?” Kacey continues to laugh, wiggling her eyebrows as you make a face of disgust.

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to date anyone right now, and I don’t know anyone who I’d be willing to give up my single life for. Ethan,” you turn to him pointing your fork at him. “Good luck, she’s fucking crazy today.” You stand, grabbing your plate and walking towards your room. “Now I need to get ready, so stop talking about my fucking glow that doesn’t exist.”

The couple wait a few moments to hear your music blasting before Kacey turned to Ethan.

“God, she’s got it for someone. Think it’s the guy from the bar?” She wonders aloud, watching Ethan inhale what’s left of the french toast he served himself.

He shrugs. “Dunno. What exactly is the ‘new dick glow’?”

“It’s when a girl starts getting dicked down, but like actually dicked down, not just by a guy who has a ten second stroke game. Whoever the guy is definitely fucked her right, because Y/N never gets the new dick glow. She hasn’t made a joke about guys not knowing where the clit is for almost three weeks, which might be a record.”

Ethan scoffs, looking down the hall and then back at Kacey. “I know where the clit is.”

Kacey laughs, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I know, baby. That’s why I’m dating you. You gave me the new dick glow.”

He smirks, crossing his arm over his chest. “Fuck yeah I did.”

“But that’s why I wanna know who it is, because Y/N deserves to be happy with someone who makes her happy. The only reason she got defensive was because I’m right.”

Ethan nods in agreement, thinking to himself for a moment.

“Is there a guy equivalent to the new dick glow?”

“Well, any guy who likes dick can get the new dick glow.”

“No, I mean like would I have gotten a new pussy glow when we started fucking?”

Kacey sits back in her chair, running her tongue over her teeth as she thinks before shrugging. “I mean I guess. Any pussy to a guy is good pussy for the most part, though. It’d have to be a girl they’re really into to get a glow.”

Ethan hums, clearly lost in his thoughts. Kacey raises her brow, sitting up to grab her fork. “Why, do you think you got the glow when we started seeing each other?”

“Oh 100%,” he nods, resting his elbow on the table to put his head in his hand while he looks over at her. “But that doesn’t surprise me. I just think Grayson might have the new pussy glow.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Ethan nods, now even more confident in his conclusion. “He’s just been more energetic than normal, and he hasn’t mentioned how desperately single he is since our beach weekend.”

“Who’s he been seeing?”

“That’s the thing,” he huffs, the frustration clearly starting to build as he racks his brain to put the puzzle pieces together without success. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen anyone new, and when he’s talking to his new soulmate of the month he doesn’t shut the fuck up about her before he even knows her last name. But none of them have ever given him the pussy glow, not like this.”

“Wow, the odds Y/N and Grayson get the glow at the same time? Maybe they’ll finally be able to stand one another,” Kacey jokes.

“What if they’re fucking each other and that’s why they’ve got the glow?” Ethan laughs, shaking his head before continuing to eat.

Kacey laughs with him at first, but then her face falls when she thinks about it.

“You said Gray stopped complaining about being single after the beach weekend?”

Ethan nods, looking at her confused.

“That’s when Y/N stopped with the hating all men jokes.”

They both sit there for a moment, watching each other.

“Nah, there’s no way. Grayson can barely stand to be around Y/N for five minutes. There’s no way she could give him the glow,” Ethan speaks up first, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” Kacey sighs, a slight frown forming on her lips. “You’re right. Would kinda be the perfect love story, though.”

***

2:53 am.

That’s the time your phone says it is.

And somehow you’re wide awake, Grayson haunting your thoughts.

You’re not sure if it’s the exhaustion or the way he seems to consume every part of your mind and body that has you opening your messages with him. There’s only a handful of texts there, all of them short. Your last conversation with him was from when you were out with your friends, but Kacey and Ethan had too much fun too fast. They needed to get home, and being the best best friend, you willingly put your ego on the line by texting Grayson to come get them.

fine.

That one word was staring at you, mocking you almost from the screen, knowing that despite how much love Grayson has for his brother, he was still barely willing to do what you asked just due to the fact it was coming from you. It made a small pang of sadness shoot through you, but it was quickly overpowered by anger, and that anger was only heightened by the fact that his snappy attitude and the way he was able to get such a rise out of you made you so fucking wet.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you see the three dots pop up on the screen in front of you for a few seconds before they disappear. You hold your breath, unable to move from the anxiety of being caught staring at these messages looming over you for no reason. It was probably him trying to reach someone else and he didn’t realize he was typing to you.

But then they pop up again, and for almost a full minute before they went away again.

You lay there, waiting to see if he’ll actually say anything to you, but the three dots don’t come back. The time at the top of your screen says 3:01, and you can’t believe he’d even be up right now. Hell, someone probably had his phone and was trying to text you as a prank or something.

But fuck it. You wanted dick, his dick.

you up

You press send before you can think too hard about it, knowing if you let one brain cell evaluate your decision, you wouldn’t have done it.

As you read the message back to yourself, you see why. What kind of douche ass shit was that? That’s something you’d expect Grayson to send you, not the other way around. What were you going to say after he responds? If he responds. What would you say the next time you saw him if this didn’t go as planned? What even was the fucking plan?

As you continue to spiral, your phone dings and lights up in your face, his name popping up.

what do you want

You purse your lips together, surprised by his response. First, the fact he responded and also by the fact he didn’t totally dismiss you either.

But how the fuck do you respond to that?

You decide honesty is the best policy, and at this point there isn’t anything you could do too make things worse than they are because they are already so fucking bad.

thinking about your dick

Shit. You can practically feel his ego growing from your comfortable position under your sheets, even though he lives almost a half hour away. Maybe you should start consulting your brain cells after all.

did you just fucking booty call me 😂

Great. Just more fuel for him to add to the fire.

no. it was a text and i didnt ask you to come over.

thats a shame

You sit there dumbfounded, his response confusing you even more than every feeling he stirs up inside of you. Did he want to come over? Was he thinking about fucking you? Did he actually mean to try and text you before and pussy out?

Ethan and Kacey were at the guys’ house, leaving you alone in the apartment. Realistically, you could totally have him over for a quick fuck without them noticing, as long as he snuck out and back in without waking either of them up. Did you trust him to be able to do that? No. Did you care about that more than getting fucked?

guess im going to bed

A double text from the Grayson Dolan himself. Maybe you weren’t the only desperate one here.

what would you do if you werent going to bed rn

if it were up to me id come fuck you

gonna unlock my door. don’t let k or e hear

You throw your phone face down on the bed as you get up, slight panic running through you. This could quite literally be the dumbest thing you’ve done in a long ass time, and especially sober.

But there’s no time to harp on that, preparing for Grayson’s possible arrival taking the cake. So you get up, moving to the front door and unlocking it before rushing back to your room to get ready. You do what you can to freshen up, changing into just an oversized shirt for easy access, and cleaning up the room, doing what you can to make it as nice as possible. He’d never been there before, and you had no interest in him picking apart anything before getting to what you really want.

Just as you’re fluffing your pillows, you hear the front door open and shut. Butterflies explode in your stomach, nerves you’d been ignoring unable to hide deep within you anymore as you anticipate finally seeing him after what felt like so long.

You check the time on your phone. 3:33. Only a few minutes earlier than you thought he would get here.

You turn as soon as you hear your bedroom door opening. His wide shoulders take up the majority of your doorframe, his white shirt tight across his chest, and his casual stance making you practically drool. And you let yourself enjoy, taking in his athletic shorts that show he is definitely not wearing anything underneath and he is also definitely excited to be there.

He chuckles, crossing his hands over his chest. “Did you tell me to come here just to check me out?”

The minute you hear his voice, your eyes quickly meet his, and his gaze seems to be burning into you.

“Dunno. Do you know how to do anything besides stand there and look pretty?”

He rolls his eyes, making his way into the room and kicking his sneakers off as he gets closer to you. “You and I both know I can do a lot more than that.”

“You’re gonna have to remind me, then,” you hum, a smirk on your face as he finally grips your waist, pushing you gently against the bed so that you have to sit in front of him.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Your hands come to rest on his biceps as he grabs your chin to lean down and kiss you. His lips are soft against yours, moving slower than you expected. The kiss is sensual, slow and hot as he makes sure you can feel every part of his mouth on yours. You bring a hand to his wrist, the sensation of finally having his lips on yours making your head spin. You’d missed it more than you’d like to admit.

He begins pushing your body down so you’re lying on your back, your shirt riding up your thighs and exposing the warm skin there. He rests his free hand by the side of your head to lean his body over yours, his knees resting on the edge of the bed in between your legs. You could feel his hard dick against your abdomen and you moan against his lips just at the thought of finally having him again.

He pulls away from your mouth for a moment, both of your breathing a bit more ragged than before as you look into each other's eyes for what feels like the first time. It’s pretty dark in your room, the lamp in the corner the only source of light, but you can still see all the different colors and emotions that seem to be dancing behind his irises.

You lick your lips and pull on his wrist to bring his face back to yours and he seems to hesitate for a moment before conceding, meeting your lips with his again for a moment before dragging them down to your chin. His kisses along the skin there are lighter and quicker, until he is finally trailing them down your neck and finding the spot there that makes you gasp.

He pays attention to this spot, kissing and sucking until you’re sure there’s a bruise there, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

While he focuses on your neck, he lets go of your chin to drag his hand leisurely down your body and to the hem of your shirt. His fingertips dance along the skin just below it, and you feel the goosebumps quickly forming in a trail behind them. He pushes the shirt up slowly, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your skin that hadn’t left his mind since the last time he had been able to touch it.

He grabs the collar of your shirt from the inside, his forearm pushing the fabric up to completely expose your body while also showing some new skin where your neck meets your chest. He lets his lips drag down there, and you let out a breathy sigh of contentment.

“So soft for me,” he mumbles, and you melt into the way his tongue feels against your skin, his hand moving from your collar to your chest and allowing his finger to brush over your nipple

“Grayson,” you mumble, eyes closed as you enjoy his soft touches, but the warmth coming from them is overwhelming. It was caring, gentle, even nice. That’s not what you need from him, though. Not when you’ve already been so confused.

“Hm?” He hums against your skin, licking over the dark spot there.

“Gonna put a pep in your step or what? Thought you came here to fuck me.”

He lifts his head at that, his eyebrows quirked as he looks at you confused. “No build up allowed?”

You huff, assuming he’s only acting this way to get a rise out of you. He wants to hear how ready you are from him, and at this point you don’t care because you want to get your shit rocked.

“I don’t need the buildup, that’s some romantic ass shit. You’d know I’m wet as shit if you touched me where I know you want to.”

You swear you saw disappointment rush over his features for a split second before they harden, his jaw tightening.

“I wasn’t being romantic, I was just doing what I always fucking do!” He stands from above you, backing away as he rests his hands on his hips.

You sigh before sitting up, assuming he’s just throwing a fit and will get over himself to finally do what you’ve both been anticipating.

“That was some soft shit, Gray. Last time you literally told me all the things you hate about me.”

He groans and mumbles under his breath as he closes his eyes to collect himself. You lean back on your hands, amusedly watching him try not to completely lose his shit.

“Do you always have to be such a fucking bitch?”

His words make the smirk fall from your face, and they cut way deeper than you’d expect. You can see from the look on his face that he’s not teasing you, he really meant what he said. You’re not sure if he expected an answer, but before you can think of anything rational, your anger takes over.

“I’d rather be a bitch than a fucking idiot?”

“Oh, so caring about people makes me a fucking idiot?” Grayson’s teeth clench, his skin still red as his fingernails dig into his palms.

“No, caring about you would make me an idiot,” you do your best to be as nonemotional as possible, pushing the anger that is aiming to match his down while ignoring the implication that he cares about you. Of course, anger is a secondary emotion, and the fear of actually caring for someone you’re supposed to hate is what’s triggered your fight or flight, but that’s something for you to work on alone. Or in therapy. But not with Grayson.

He scoffs. “You know what Y/N? Fuck you.”

He walks around the room, gathering the few things he brought with him before slamming your bedroom door.

You let all of the emotional baggage of the past ten minutes take over, tears quickly filling your eyes as you mumble, “fuck you too.”

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How to Survive a Factory Tour - Chapter 3

A Sanders Sides / Charlie and the Chocolate Factory FanFiction

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Once again, I have failed to open that chocolate bar. Two days have gone by since Patton Picani won a ticket and I haven’t opened it, my mom hasn’t, and neither has Thomas. It’s gone untouched, in the exact same position it was when I initially put it in the fridge.

Now that I think about it, it’s probably the only food we have in the fridge. Hey, if we don’t need it, we could always sell the hunk of junk. Sure, our refrigerator is super old and probably isn’t worth a lot, but money is money. Anyway, who knows, maybe there’s some antique fridge collector out there somewhere who’ll take it for thousands if we play our cards right.

My thoughts are torn from my money-making schemes when Remy slides up the counter. “A gingerbread latte, Virge.”

”Getting in the Christmas spirit, huh?” I ask, grabbing a cup.

”Of course! Vacation demands it. Also, the fact I need something to lift my spirits now I have even less of a chance of winning one of Wonka’s tickets...”

I turn to face him. “Not another one...”

”Bingo,” Remy nods. He then proceeds to put on a terrible cockney accent. “Won by a chap in Landan, innit?”

”Never do that voice again.”

I take Remy’s phone from him once again and look at the article pulled up. It shows a picture of the winner. He has black hair and sapphire eyes with glasses over them. He’s wearing a grey polo shirt and blue tie under a blue sweater.

In the background of the photo there’s another kid who looks a bit older than the ticket winner. He’s wearing a rugby shirt and sneering at the main subject of the photo.

I scroll down and start to read the article.

-

This is it.

I redid the calculations again, factoring in the new facts that came in two days ago, and I think- no, I know this is it. It contains a ticket. I know this for a fact, it cannot be denied. All my research is clear in my room. My laptop, open with many tabs on Wonka stock distribution information – specifically for the day before the competition was announced – as well as facts about the previous ticket competition (in order to spot a pattern in the tickets’ placements), and many, many documents filled with notes and calculations. And then there’s my world map poster hung on my wall, five pins in it, showing the location of all the tickets. One of those pins in on London, indicating the chocolate bar right in front of me.

I know for sure this is it. So... why does my throat feel tight? Why are my hands shaking? Why am I filled with doubt?

Maybe I should go over my calculations one last time. You know, just to be sure, before I open it. Wait, no, I should open it first, that way I won’t redo the calculations if I don’t need to. Much more efficient.

But what if I’m wrong? What if I made a mistake? I’ll never be able to let it go. My brother would never let me let it go. I’d be a failure. My brother would beat me. Brawn would beat brain. I’ve already lost my family’s respect; if this doesn’t contain a ticket, I’d lose my own respect for myself. Do I risk it? Or do I doubt my intelligence for the sake of comfort and security...?

No! That’s exactly what my brother wants me to do. I, however, know I’m intelligent and that what I have done is perfect. I shouldn’t doubt it.

Let’s open this fucking chocolate bar.

This time, I don’t hesitate as I pull the wrapper away.

And there it is, making the light from my desk lamp reflect onto my face.

 WONKA GOLDEN TICKET

I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. This is it. I won. I won a ticket. I beat my brother. Brain overcame brawn. And there’s no way Robert can win a ticket as well. Well, that’s unless he decides to go on a trip to Spain, Florida or Australia and buys a bunch of Wonka bars.

I’m thinking of calling my best friend Joan and telling them about my win, when I hear the front door open, signalling Robert coming home. I stand and go downstairs, a cocky smirk already tugging at my lips. As I lean against the doorway of the living room, I cough to get my brother’s attention. He turns to me and I hold up my ticket. His face twists into one of surprise, shock and anger. My smirk grows at his expression, knowing the exact thing I can say to really piss him off.

”And I only had to buy one bar.”

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”Logan Berry... You think he knows his name is a pun?” I slide Remy his phone along with his drink.

”Most likely, given how much of a stuck up know it all he seems...” Remy replies.

”Well, I can’t blame him. I’d probably have the same reaction if I won a ticket after only buying one bar,” I shrug.

“Only three tickets left, though...’ Remy sighs, leaning against the counter. ‘He says he worked out the location of all the tickets. Wish he’d mentioned where they are in the interview.”

“Wow, spoil sport,” I roll my eyes. “Way to cheat.”

“It’s not cheating!” Remy insists. “It’s...being resourceful.”

”Totally... Anyway, that’s- “

Remy slides me ten dollars. “For the drink and your tip. Now, gurl, buy a fucking bar of Wonka chocolate before I drag you to a store myself.”

”Okay, okay...” I lie through my teeth.

”Well, gotta go,” Remy turns to leave. “See ya, bitch!”

”Bye, Remy.”

-

”New friend! New friend! Potential new friend for my brother!”

I look up from where I’m mixing the ingredients for a marble cake as Emile skips into the room. “What’s going on, kiddo?”

“The second ticket was found!”

“Really?”

”Yep!” Emile smiles. He takes my hand and pulls me into the living room. The TV is paused on a news report and...

Holy shmokes... That guy... He is...

No! Patton, not in front of your brother, control yourself! Don’t think about how you’re going to be spending an entire day with this sexy guy. Logan Berry, it says. Oh my god, his name is a pun, he’s perfect! Oh, and he’s from London! Not too far away from us.

”I thought the two of you could become friends on the tour!’ Emile explains. ‘He seems like a smart guy, but also really serious... He could use a friend like you to lighten his mood.”

”You think so?” I ask, not tearing my eyes away from the screen.

”Yeah!” Emile nods. “You think you’re gonna try be his friend?”

”Of course, I’m going to try and become friends with all the other tour members,” I tell him, ruffling his hair. I turn back to the screen, looking back in the boy’s sapphire eyes. “But... maybe I’ll try extra hard with him.”

I’m pulled from my thoughts by a sudden barking from the kitchen. I run in to see our dog, Toby, sniffing at the vanilla cake mixture.

”No! Toby! Down!”

-

”WHAT?!”

“Sorry, Ro, I was disappointed too.”

I huff in annoyance, running a hand through my hair. I then go back to addressing the phone in my hand. “Who won it?”

”A guy in London called Logan Berry,” Valerie explains. “He did with only maths and geography; can you believe that?!”

”Great. So I got beaten by a complete nerd!” I sigh. “This is just great... Only three tickets left!”

”I know, Roman. but try not to get hung up on it, okay? The performance is in two days. I need my Beast to give his best performance.”

”Val, don’t worry, you know I’ll be absolutely fabulous no matter what! I always am.”

Valerie sighs, chuckling. “How did I not realise you were gay for twelve years?”

”No idea. I don’t even know how I didn’t realise for so long. While other boys were playing with toy soldiers and action figures as kids, I was dressing up Barbies with you and the other girls. Probably why I was bullied so much...”

Valerie chuckles. “So, are you over the whole ticket thing?”

“Nope!” I reply. “But I won’t be disheartened. I know I’ll get a ticket, just you wait.”

”If you say so...” I can practically feel Valerie rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

”Farewell, Val.”

As she hangs up, I pocket my phone before heading downstairs. Time to buy more Wonka bars!

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So I blocked him upon principle after seeing this... And because Matt told me to. Because I'm not chicken but Matt is all "I got this 'handled'" So I will let the Man handle.. all that. I was telling my younger brother and he was all "Jesus" And I was all "yeah that's what that boy needs" And he was all "I think he needs more of a Jessica, since Matt's your boyfriend and obviously not into dudes" Hahahaha So apparently the little creep who enjoys "hitting it hard" deleted his hard photo. Matt says he didn't notice because the kid often rolls his pants up.. and to each their own right? Apparently the kid has figured that is how to disguise his giant dick... Sigh So the quads will eventually work into the ass muscles... The lower ass muscles... believe it or not, I left that Google job up to you. So.. y'all see this pecker? It goes to the right--for viewing pleasure it's on the left. I only noticed because I was looking at his pants and well cause they're so tight where else did it go? Other people apparently just look at legs ... Sorry... I don't.. plus like he barely had his legs in the photo. Okay maybe he did. Maybe I'm just a perv Whatever but when your pants are that tight, where is it? Anyways... I'm just glad it's not me all "oh my god, how did I miss all the signals?!?" This time. It's not me the guys are getting hard ons about. This time I'm perv free. So matt had deleted alot of his photos because alot of girls were being perv on them... Haha and he told that guy that so the guy was all mmmm... No girls... I'm a guy. Yummy So this kid is a total control freak. He used to be all scrawny and supposedly although he keeps cropping girls out of his scrawny photos, he claims that he used to be made fun of and was picked on because he was little. So he's like won body building competitions and has totally overgrown his ego to fit his now inflated body... Like it's too big. Matt says he talked about me all the time but that kid was talking about how like... I'm not important.. like talking like Matt's dad. Which Matt's relatively immune to that after hearing it all his life. So the guy thought he was winning in his race to ... Uhm.. getting a head... Haha So... I forgot why I wrote this...But none of this information can be replicated into a for profit literary or theatre venture. It's my information I chose to share. So watch out for predators. This guy is one. You may share the Information but you must correctly claim where you got the information and if I find out some hooch wrote it in some book ... We will further discuss it in a legal suit. Matt's dealing with this now. He wanted to further embarrass the kid since the kid has balls enough to delete the photo after leaving it up for two weeks for everyone to see his cock-iness. Apparently he thought I wouldn't notice. That he's cocky and he's cocky about my friend and my friend doesn't like it. He doesn't like cockiness. Or skaggs. Alright. Jesse is getting anxious to see this dude's penis and so I should post it now. You see that? Jesse wants to see it. I all tried to put my hand over the kid's Johnson so that my brother could see his face and my brother was all screaming no. So Jesse wants his eyes to be raped. Y'all have a good day. I think for Matt.. we could manipulate it into a sexual assault of sorts... There's some type of sexual ... Idk.. I don't know the legal words but there's something... So have fun. Gossip Indulge You know...Matt's not using the photo for its intended purpose.. so girls, guys, you like creeps? Feel free to jack off. Whatever. I think it's offensive and I kinda question myself about posting this. I guess in the end I just like to speak about predators and their natural habitat. Oh.. Matt text him last night and told him that he doesn't want to work out with him anymore and so the kid was all I think we should talk about this in person After he was talking about how he had asked Matt if he could "rub his socket" like shoulder... Anyways. So Matt's elbow hit the kid... I would say Matt blew it off but that's the wrong terminology to use at this time. So the kid is about Control. Like seductive control. He thinks he's got shit under wraps by being sneaky. He's like the kind that's gonna put a camera in the locker room to watch someone shower. And he knows he's strong enough to use violence to win when seduction doesn't work. Idk where or how this kid grew up but... He's certainly trying to take advantage of life now. It's pretty gross and extremely sad. It's sad because he is so lame as to think he can take over someones life because they ask for advice. Totally and completely take over their life. He wants a intimate sexual relationship with Matt and matt is not interested and daily told him he was interested in someone else. Instead of listening he in public tells Matt he's got a hard on with him Sure it could been a joke. But it wasn't. It was sexual harrassment. Complete sexual harrassment which would gone unnoticed had I not noticed he goes to the right. And it's gross. We always laughed as kids about flashers... Guys in big trench coats flashing people in the streets. It's not funny anymore. It's not funny when it happens. And it's not funny when it happens to you. But in the child spirit we laugh at the flashers still today. I've made jokes. I know you've laughed.. some of you. Others whom are probably victims or activists have not. This happens to everyone. Alot of us know Matt. Matt is all rich and famous. Loved. Smart. Strong. Spiritual. Etc etc But this kid thinks that Matt is WEAK enough to be taken over. He thinks Matt is WEAK enough to see a giant dick and fall in love. What about those girls whom think they are in love? They don't what... Wash the car in the right bikini so he slaps them across the face? Because he can? Because she won't leave because she, like Matt, doesn't understand the control process this guy has. Sure professional body builder by 20 and murderer by 25. That's what I see. At least rapist or peeping tom or some creep ass shit. Because this guy is a creep. He's not funny. He's not cute. He's gross. He's controlling and he's dangerous. It's not about Matt and some creep. It's about how people get into relationships (business or personal) and don't understand the other person. My mother is a psychopath. I never really knew, as an adult. I moved out at 22 and never went back. I also moved out at 18. So seriously. You don't know who people are until you know who people are. Everyone was in love with me and Jesse being together. Okay well some people. But Jesse is a sociopath with psychopathic tendencies. I had to not care what anyone thought and make my own decision about our relationship, which everyday Jesse is trying to veto my decision. Same thing when I got a divorce. Everyone was against me. I took it. I didn't give a shit. I got divorced. I refused to care what other people thought about my life and my relationships. This little creeping pecker is doing the same... Except I was living in reality and he is not. He stole Matt's shirts and is jizzing on them at nighttime. I gave my ex an apartment full of furniture and stuff, which he still uses, and told him to get lost. He was like it's okay. but for him it wasn't. He lied. The point is. Don't get with creeps. It's bad. If you feel you're in a dangerous situation, you probably are and you don't need facts such as a photo of a hard dick with literally your name on it when you don't want it. My ex Robby said he didn't like physical therapy because he had a bitch lesbian type grab his junk once... And she was all "no one would believe you, look at me!!" So he left. Didn't go back. Didn't report it. And now won't go to physical therapy. So that bitch won. This kid deleted his photo. But his intentions to take over Matt's life still remains. Who wouldn't want a super rich sweet sexy guy?? But this case, the kid, who is a trainer, is all "I made that body" "I control it" "his body would be nothing without me" that's control. That's wrong. That's bad. That's evil. Because actually Matt took the initiative to ask for help... Ironically so he wouldn't hurt himself working on parts of the body that he hadn't before. Sadly this is painful. My advice to matt is he's smart enough to look at muscle alignments and feel his own contractions in his body and to watch his bowel movements, to know exactly what sort of exercise to do and how and when. I can do it. I know Matt can do it. I don't like him to go to the gym alone cause he could get hurt and no one notice... But at this rate... He could get raped when there's people there!!!!! But ironically my advice is to always trust yourself. It's ironic because this guy trusted himself enough to take over Matt's life. To control Matt. I'm gonna rock this little bitch's world. Cause I heard he reads my Tumblr. I may commented and ran off in insta but here. I don't run. And he's gonna know that now everyone knows what he did. If it helps shame him. Or see himself the way real people see him. People with life experience. Then good If it angers him to the point he wants to be violent, then good. He can go to jail. Because everyone knows that he's a bad boy. And he can delete something but it's not going away. He can know that. He can know I know what he did and does and so can everyone else So he can look at those shirts he cums on and think he can be a good person and toss them and write an apology note and $100 so matt can get new shirts. Oh and btw Matt, that one he gave you back probably at one time, if not, still, has cum on it..So that can be tested.. if he washes his at home cummed on shirts. Or he can go wash his DNA off the shirts and hide and hope I/Matt don't convince someone to get a search warrant for his house. He could even burn them. Or he can be like for real I did a bad thing Or he could bury his face in the shirts and cry and say oh how he will miss Matt and sniff his cum mixed with Matt's sweat. And angrily jack off with the shirts wrapped around his dick. Throw shit. Scream and rampage his room. Then cry on his stolen shirts and sniff Matt's sweat and decide that no one is holding him back and become way more of a criminal he is now. Or just keep repeating that process until he finds someone new to put his creepy dick on, while working out. Like I said. Matt is not weak. But one day someone weak could come across this creep... And their life will end before it ever began because he will be in control of them. He's bi so it could be a girl. A small, tiny, bony girl with no muscle that he keeps that way so she can't fight back.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

So I blocked him upon principle after seeing this... And because Matt told me to. Because I'm not chicken but Matt is all "I got this 'handled'" So I will let the Man handle.. all that. I was telling my younger brother and he was all "Jesus" And I was all "yeah that's what that boy needs" And he was all "I think he needs more of a Jessica, since Matt's your boyfriend and obviously not into dudes" Hahahaha So apparently the little creep who enjoys "hitting it hard" deleted his hard photo. Matt says he didn't notice because the kid often rolls his pants up.. and to each their own right? Apparently the kid has figured that is how to disguise his giant dick... Sigh So the quads will eventually work into the ass muscles... The lower ass muscles... believe it or not, I left that Google job up to you. So.. y'all see this pecker? It goes to the right--for viewing pleasure it's on the left. I only noticed because I was looking at his pants and well cause they're so tight where else did it go? Other people apparently just look at legs ... Sorry... I don't.. plus like he barely had his legs in the photo. Okay maybe he did. Maybe I'm just a perv Whatever but when your pants are that tight, where is it? Anyways... I'm just glad it's not me all "oh my god, how did I miss all the signals?!?" This time. It's not me the guys are getting hard ons about. This time I'm perv free. So matt had deleted alot of his photos because alot of girls were being perv on them... Haha and he told that guy that so the guy was all mmmm... No girls... I'm a guy. Yummy So this kid is a total control freak. He used to be all scrawny and supposedly although he keeps cropping girls out of his scrawny photos, he claims that he used to be made fun of and was picked on because he was little. So he's like won body building competitions and has totally overgrown his ego to fit his now inflated body... Like it's too big. Matt says he talked about me all the time but that kid was talking about how like... I'm not important.. like talking like Matt's dad. Which Matt's relatively immune to that after hearing it all his life. So the guy thought he was winning in his race to ... Uhm.. getting a head... Haha So... I forgot why I wrote this...But none of this information can be replicated into a for profit literary or theatre venture. It's my information I chose to share. So watch out for predators. This guy is one. You may share the Information but you must correctly claim where you got the information and if I find out some hooch wrote it in some book ... We will further discuss it in a legal suit. Matt's dealing with this now. He wanted to further embarrass the kid since the kid has balls enough to delete the photo after leaving it up for two weeks for everyone to see his cock-iness. Apparently he thought I wouldn't notice. That he's cocky and he's cocky about my friend and my friend doesn't like it. He doesn't like cockiness. Or skaggs. Alright. Jesse is getting anxious to see this dude's penis and so I should post it now. You see that? Jesse wants to see it. I all tried to put my hand over the kid's Johnson so that my brother could see his face and my brother was all screaming no. So Jesse wants his eyes to be raped. Y'all have a good day. I think for Matt.. we could manipulate it into a sexual assault of sorts... There's some type of sexual ... Idk.. I don't know the legal words but there's something... So have fun. Gossip Indulge You know...Matt's not using the photo for its intended purpose.. so girls, guys, you like creeps? Feel free to jack off. Whatever. I think it's offensive and I kinda question myself about posting this. I guess in the end I just like to speak about predators and their natural habitat. Oh.. Matt text him last night and told him that he doesn't want to work out with him anymore and so the kid was all I think we should talk about this in person After he was talking about how he had asked Matt if he could "rub his socket" like shoulder... Anyways. So Matt's elbow hit the kid... I would say Matt blew it off but that's the wrong terminology to use at this time. So the kid is about Control. Like seductive control. He thinks he's got shit under wraps by being sneaky. He's like the kind that's gonna put a camera in the locker room to watch someone shower. And he knows he's strong enough to use violence to win when seduction doesn't work. Idk where or how this kid grew up but... He's certainly trying to take advantage of life now. It's pretty gross and extremely sad. It's sad because he is so lame as to think he can take over someones life because they ask for advice. Totally and completely take over their life. He wants a intimate sexual relationship with Matt and matt is not interested and daily told him he was interested in someone else. Instead of listening he in public tells Matt he's got a hard on with him Sure it could been a joke. But it wasn't. It was sexual harrassment. Complete sexual harrassment which would gone unnoticed had I not noticed he goes to the right. And it's gross. We always laughed as kids about flashers... Guys in big trench coats flashing people in the streets. It's not funny anymore. It's not funny when it happens. And it's not funny when it happens to you. But in the child spirit we laugh at the flashers still today. I've made jokes. I know you've laughed.. some of you. Others whom are probably victims or activists have not. This happens to everyone. Alot of us know Matt. Matt is all rich and famous. Loved. Smart. Strong. Spiritual. Etc etc But this kid thinks that Matt is WEAK enough to be taken over. He thinks Matt is WEAK enough to see a giant dick and fall in love. What about those girls whom think they are in love? They don't what... Wash the car in the right bikini so he slaps them across the face? Because he can? Because she won't leave because she, like Matt, doesn't understand the control process this guy has. Sure professional body builder by 20 and murderer by 25. That's what I see. At least rapist or peeping tom or some creep ass shit. Because this guy is a creep. He's not funny. He's not cute. He's gross. He's controlling and he's dangerous. It's not about Matt and some creep. It's about how people get into relationships (business or personal) and don't understand the other person. My mother is a psychopath. I never really knew, as an adult. I moved out at 22 and never went back. I also moved out at 18. So seriously. You don't know who people are until you know who people are. Everyone was in love with me and Jesse being together. Okay well some people. But Jesse is a sociopath with psychopathic tendencies. I had to not care what anyone thought and make my own decision about our relationship, which everyday Jesse is trying to veto my decision. Same thing when I got a divorce. Everyone was against me. I took it. I didn't give a shit. I got divorced. I refused to care what other people thought about my life and my relationships. This little creeping pecker is doing the same... Except I was living in reality and he is not. He stole Matt's shirts and is jizzing on them at nighttime. I gave my ex an apartment full of furniture and stuff, which he still uses, and told him to get lost. He was like it's okay. but for him it wasn't. He lied. The point is. Don't get with creeps. It's bad. If you feel you're in a dangerous situation, you probably are and you don't need facts such as a photo of a hard dick with literally your name on it when you don't want it. My ex Robby said he didn't like physical therapy because he had a bitch lesbian type grab his junk once... And she was all "no one would believe you, look at me!!" So he left. Didn't go back. Didn't report it. And now won't go to physical therapy. So that bitch won. This kid deleted his photo. But his intentions to take over Matt's life still remains. Who wouldn't want a super rich sweet sexy guy?? But this case, the kid, who is a trainer, is all "I made that body" "I control it" "his body would be nothing without me" that's control. That's wrong. That's bad. That's evil. Because actually Matt took the initiative to ask for help... Ironically so he wouldn't hurt himself working on parts of the body that he hadn't before. Sadly this is painful. My advice to matt is he's smart enough to look at muscle alignments and feel his own contractions in his body and to watch his bowel movements, to know exactly what sort of exercise to do and how and when. I can do it. I know Matt can do it. I don't like him to go to the gym alone cause he could get hurt and no one notice... But at this rate... He could get raped when there's people there!!!!! But ironically my advice is to always trust yourself. It's ironic because this guy trusted himself enough to take over Matt's life. To control Matt. I'm gonna rock this little bitch's world. Cause I heard he reads my Tumblr. I may commented and ran off in insta but here. I don't run. And he's gonna know that now everyone knows what he did. If it helps shame him. Or see himself the way real people see him. People with life experience. Then good If it angers him to the point he wants to be violent, then good. He can go to jail. Because everyone knows that he's a bad boy. And he can delete something but it's not going away. He can know that. He can know I know what he did and does and so can everyone else So he can look at those shirts he cums on and think he can be a good person and toss them and write an apology note and $100 so matt can get new shirts. Oh and btw Matt, that one he gave you back probably at one time, if not, still, has cum on it..So that can be tested.. if he washes his at home cummed on shirts. Or he can go wash his DNA off the shirts and hide and hope I/Matt don't convince someone to get a search warrant for his house. He could even burn them. Or he can be like for real I did a bad thing Or he could bury his face in the shirts and cry and say oh how he will miss Matt and sniff his cum mixed with Matt's sweat. And angrily jack off with the shirts wrapped around his dick. Throw shit. Scream and rampage his room. Then cry on his stolen shirts and sniff Matt's sweat and decide that no one is holding him back and become way more of a criminal he is now. Or just keep repeating that process until he finds someone new to put his creepy dick on, while working out. Like I said. Matt is not weak. But one day someone weak could come across this creep... And their life will end before it ever began because he will be in control of them. He's bi so it could be a girl. A small, tiny, bony girl with no muscle that he keeps that way so she can't fight back.