#if this happens with Emma and Travis when they finally get together I swear to gods

[over-grown-foliage]

I would so much rather it take longer for two characters to get together than for them to have a 3rd act break up. I mean this for any form of media but especially tv shows. It almost always ends up at least partially ruining the characters as they have to give them a reason to break up. So then when they get back together it’s always iffy bc they almost never fix the actual problem.

[dlasta]

For the last three weeks I’ve been playing The Quarry. It’s an interactive drama horror game with nine playable characters and 186 possible playthroughs. You can’t skip anything which should be a chore but since there are so many options somehow the more you play the more fun it is. You will get emotionally invested the more you play.

Things I liked (without spoilers):

-Swearing (and not swearing when it’s funny). 

-The characters are likeable and human with their own personalities and quirks, which is a problem when you should be trying the ‘kill all’ ending. (I can’t kill them which is why my third run is now ‘infect all’ instead of kill all.) 

-Great mood and setting. Not scary as such but it will make your heart race. 

-The visuals are stunning, it just looks and plays great. I was very surprised by the quality.

-You can choose how hard the game is to a point where you can just watch a movie if you want. I would call it very disability friendly, since my hands can’t take playing most games too long but this one is a breeze. (This doesn’t sound like much but I tested Star Trek Prodigy last night for under an hour yet I feel it in my fingers now.)

-Ted Raimi being weirdly hot in his fifties. (It’s not just me, the internet agrees with me.) Also, I do remember quite a lot of the lyrics of Joxer the Mighty still.

-Queer characters, whoo. And you can make them kiss, which is important.

And the spoilery likes/dislikes under cut, just in case.

The characters are *really* something special. While you can choose things they say (or the tone) and some of the actions, they are clearly distinct from each other and the balance of the group is just fucking delightful. The relationships have layers and characters have preferences like in real world. You will love some of them more (me: Laura&Max, Dylan, Kaitlyn, Jacob) but they all resonate in some way. It’s a very hard thing to do in a movie or a tv show but in a game that’s an actual achievement. You will be left wanting more at the end. (There is fanfic, some of it even good. For some reason not a lot of people ship Kaitlyn/Jacob which is weird to me. Especially since Laura/Travis is somewhat popular.)

-The ugly ass werewolves. I did not know I needed that but a fresh take is a fresh take. This game is not furry friendly.:)

-Laura&Max as a THE couple and the reveal of Laura as the most ruthless hunter willing to go extremes for her guy. You just get them being *them*.

-Most of the female characters are kind of dominant and very capable yet it’s not them being fearless or superhuman just casually able to do shit when necessary. All according to their personalities and differences too. For the contrast the guys are softer and more emotional than you’d expect. It’s very neatly done and feels intentional. 

-The costumes in general but especially Max’s final outfit, and the way you can add the hat to it. Jacob running around almost the whole game in his undies. Choices. Loving details.

-The way you slowly understand why Travis is the way he is when you get to meet his family. Why it’s all happening, what’s wrong with the Hackets. Why it’s so easy to get him to respect Laura if you try even a little bit.

-The way Emma is with Abi. Not just because it comes off bisexual, but because it contrasts to Jacob who she was sleeping with. Abi seems to get through to her in ways Jacob can’t and it’s not because Emma allows that sort of thing. It just happens and she’s doing things to push her towards Nick to counter it. (But also sabotaging them?)

Emma’s characterization in general is really important to get right. It’s too easy to see her as the bitch because she is kind of careless with people. Her problem is not leading Jacob on but reading Jacob  wrong to begin with. Jacob seems dude bro but is actually a himbo. He feels all the things and is not capable is summer fling no matter what he says. 

-Dylan being ‘smooth’ with Ryan. Again, some characters are especially fun together.

-No love triangles even when there is kind of a possibility for it. It just doesn’t happen.

-Eliza making me feel guilty for not bringing her tarot cards. :) I tried ok! I tried a lot! 

Things I did not like:

-The ending should be longer. The podcast is fun concept but considering everything we should get to see them together again and to know more what happens next. 

-I hate that I don’t have all the clothing options because my game is the basic one from the library. 

-It’s too easy to miss clues/tarot cards because you walked too fast in the wrong direction and the plot moves along. Some warning would be nice.

-Still not a fan of Ethan Suplee. I know it’s a small part but anyway. 

-You need to adjust the brightness a lot. There should be an outright option for making things less dark for games like these. I literally adjusted the game and then my tv and then the game again. (ps. fucking smart tvs.)

-OK, fine, I don’t care for Nick. And I do feel bad about it. 

[hollywoodxwhore]

waste love

Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: smut (18+), angst, fluff, alcohol, swearing, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 3370

Requested? Yes! "hey! i love your writing! could i request a fic where you and colson are on a break but he’s taking it hard and you end up at the same party where he’s like wasted and you can’t help but take care of him ? 💓"

I love requests! Sorry if I don't answer them all. Writer's block hits me HARDDDD and I'm in the middle of a spree where I'm actually writing, lol.

Enjoy!

“It’s so shitty how you waste love.” It was the last thing you said to him before he walked out. That was the last time you saw him. Three months ago. And now, here he was, stumbling around wasted, acting like a total asshole, at a party he wasn’t even supposed to be at. 

Colson Baker. The name of the man you loved most in the world. Perhaps the person you loved most in the world. Your connection had been immediate and powerful, more intense than anything you’d ever felt before. The two of you fell hard and fast. But what goes up must come down, and it crashed and burned just as hard. 

Three months ago, you’d decided it was time to take a break. You and Colson had been fighting nonstop, and that was something you’d never wanted in a relationship. Fights and disagreements happened. You knew that. But fights every single day, screaming at each other, that wasn’t okay. You’d recognized the need to end things, but neither of you had been able to rip off the bandage, so you’d landed on a break. 

Neither of you had defined what a break looked like, though, so Colson continued to text you. Texts led to phone calls which led to more screaming, and finally, you’d set a hard boundary. No texting, no talking until you were ready to talk again. When that time came, whichever one of you was ready first would send a phone emoji to the other, and only when the second person sent the emoji back would you talk. 

Colson’s emoji had arrived that morning. You’d left him on read. 

Your relationship with Colson brought you to a lot of different people. You connected strongly with both Kim and Kourtney Kardashian, having been on many triple-dates during the few months before your break. Kourtney and Travis were throwing a party that night, and at first, you’d been adamant about not going. Until Kourtney told you that Colson would be in Cleveland for Casie’s volleyball tournament. 

It broke your heart a little. Not because you’d wanted to see Colson, but because you loved visiting Cleveland and seeing Casie. You loved the simple domesticity of going with your boyfriend to his daughter’s volleyball games, sitting in the bleachers with popcorn that was too salty, tongues red from 25 cent Blow Pops. Taking Casie to local restaurants afterward, hanging out and watching movies with Casie and her mom. You’d never been anything but cool with Emma; in fact, you got along well. So well that you’d talked on the phone numerous times since your break had started. She could relate to what you were going through. 

When Colson had finally stopped texting you, Casie had started. It was heartbreaking. You’d grown so close to her and her texts pleading for you and her dad to get back together ripped your heart into pieces. You’d promised to always love her and be there for her, no matter what happened between you and Colson. 

At least you still had Kourtney and Kim. 

Kourtney had convinced you to come. It was a party to celebrate their marriage since not everyone had been able to make it. You dressed in a mini-skirt and high heels, showing off the legs you’d so diligently crafted at the gym over the last few months. You’d channeled a lot of your feelings into exercise, and you were proud to see that it was showing. You felt good when you got to the party, confident and happy and relaxed knowing that you weren’t at risk for running into Colson. 

You were two drinks deep and feeling good when you spotted him. You were standing outside on the deck, talking with Pete when you heard a commotion inside. Both of you looked over and Pete cursed. Colson was in the kitchen and it was clear he was posturing to some guy. You could tell by his body language that he was pissed about something. 

“I’ve got this,” you said dryly to Pete. 

“Right behind you,” he said. The two of you left your drinks on a table and hurried inside. 

Colson’s eyes shot right to you and Pete stepped between him and the other guy. “Alright, chill,” Pete said, turning to the other guy. “Do me a favor and walk away, man.” The guy hesitated, eyes locked on Colson. “Please,” Pete added, and luckily, the guy stalked off muttering a few curses. 

“I had it, I was fine,” Colson insisted loudly. 

“No, Colson, you didn’t,” you snapped, and his red eyes landed on you, brow knitting together in an expression you’d come to recognize as petulance. You stared right back, standing up straighter. You weren’t backing down. 

Colson finally slumped and looked away from you. “Fuck!” he yelled, smashing his empty beer bottle onto the floor. 

“Colson,” Pete said firmly, but you already had the man by his arm and were hauling him from the kitchen and into the hallway. 

“Let me go, Y/N,” Colson protested weakly, but he stumbled behind you all the same. He was way stronger and towered over you; he could’ve pulled away any time he wanted. You didn’t stop until you found a bathroom, big and spacious. You hauled Colson inside and locked the door behind you.

You turned around, ready to snap at him, but Colson was sinking onto the floor, his back against the wall. Much to your horror and surprise, his face crumpled and he hid it in his hands, letting out a sob. You stood stock still, startled at this response. You’d expected him to yell at you, to argue until he shoved past you back into the party to act like an asshole again. You hadn’t expected tears, especially because you hadn’t seen them even once during your relationship. 

You hesitated for only a second before rushing over and crouching down in front of him. Your hands curled loosely around his wrists in an attempt to get him to pull his hands away from his eyes, but your attempt was fruitless. His ringed fingers, adorned with chipped black nail polish, stayed tight over his eyes. His shoulders shook as you started to gently move your thumbs back and forth over his hands. 

“Colson,” you said gently. Being this close to him had your heart beating fast. His smell itself was intoxicating, so familiar and comforting while also anxiety-spiking. You missed everything about him: his messy hair, his tattoos, the funky way he dressed. His laugh, his smile, his cuddles, the way he touched you. The break hadn’t exactly been easy on you. 

“I can’t do this,” Colson cried, muffled against his big hands. “It’s been three months, Y/N. I need to talk to you.” He sounded wrecked, voice shaky, and it broke your heart. You closed your eyes, feeling guilty about not having responded to his text. You’d been planning on texting him tomorrow after the party. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Ohio,” you said. Your knees started to hurt from squatting down, so you sat beside him with your back against the wall.

“Tournament got moved to a different weekend,” he mumbled. 

“Can you move your hands so I can hear you?” you asked gently. You waited, only looking at him out of the corner of your eye as his hands slowly moved to his lap. You gave him his privacy, keeping your eyes fixed on your outstretched legs. “I was going to respond to your text tomorrow,” you explained.

Colson sniffled. “You were?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I knew this party was tonight, and I thought you were in Cleveland, so I knew I needed to wait a little longer. I wondered why you texted me when you were supposed to be with Casie. Now I know you weren’t.”

“I was at my apartment,” he croaked, “hungover. Fucking depressed.”

Your fingers twitched, aching to reach out and touch him. You didn’t hold back, lifting your hand to place it gently on his knee. “I’m sorry you’re struggling,” you said quietly. Seeing him hurting hurt you, too. 

“These three months have been some of the hardest of my life,” he admitted. His nose was stuffy from crying and you stole a glance at his face, noticing it was red and splotchy from his tears, his lashes spiked together. It broke your heart and you scooted closer, reaching for his hand. He let you take it, intertwining your fingers. 

“Mine too,” you said. 

“Why did you want us to take a break then?” he asked, looking at you suddenly, his eyes holding an overwhelming amount of pain. He closed his eyes and shook his head, looking away. “Don’t answer that. Sorry. We did need a break.”

You chewed your lip, your own eyes burning with unshed tears. “I never wanted to hurt you,” you said thickly. Colson’s hand tightened around yours. 

“Y/N, I love you,” Colson said, drawing in a shaky breath. He turned his head toward yours but didn’t look at you. “You’re the love of my life. I want to marry you someday. Have a fucking baby with you.” Your tears bubbled over then and you choked on a sob, covering your mouth with your free hand. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and he leaned his head against yours. 

“I love you, too, Colson,” you said, “but is love screaming at each other every single day?”

“Maybe,” he said quietly.

“It shouldn't be,” you said. “Not saying you don’t fight when you’re in love, but it shouldn’t be that way.”

“Tell me what to do and I’ll fix it,” Colson said, sniffling. “I’ll do anything to have you back, Y/N. Anything.”

You laughed humorlessly, more tears spilling from your eyes. “Even quit touring and being a celebrity?”

“Yes.” His response was so immediate that your head jerked over to him and you stared at him in awe. He held your eye contact until you looked away, stunned. 

“Colson, I would never actually ask that of you,” you told him. “That’s…it’s your life.”

“I know,” he said, “but you were my life, too, and I wasted it. You’re right - I did waste our love and it was shitty.”

“I’m not going to ask you to quit it all,” you said, “but coming home every night wasted? That’s not okay. Especially when you drive.”

“I know,” Colson moaned, rubbing his face. “I know. It’s fucked, Y/N. I…I need help.”

“I know, Colson,” you said. 

“So I’ll get help,” he said. “I’ll go to rehab. I’ll quit it all.”

“I’m…I’m not sure if you can do that,” you said, chancing a glance at him. “It’s…a part of you.”

“Nah, fuck that,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re everything to me.”

“You’re going to wake up sober tomorrow and forget we even had this conversation,” you said, your own face crumpling as you succumbed to your tears. You pulled your hand from his to cover your face.

“No no no, baby, look at me,” Colson pleaded, pulling your hands away and cupping your face. He thumbed away your tears and met your eyes. “No I won’t. I’m not even that drunk. I’m just hurting. I had two drinks. That’s all.”

You studied his face. His eyes were red for sure, but was it from alcohol or crying? You could definitely smell alcohol on his breath, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it usually was. You weren’t sure if you could believe him.

“I swear, Y/N,” he said. “No more lying.” 

Your faces were so close and his hands were warm on your cheeks. It wasn’t long before his lips were on yours, gentle at first. He kissed you again, and again, and then, he stopped pulling away. Within seconds, you had climbed into his lap, your skirt hiking up as his hands found your bare thighs. Your kisses were fiery and passionate, full of everything you couldn’t say and everything you’d missed over the past few months. 

“Y/N, I love you,” Colson gasped. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too, Colson,” you said between kisses, barely breaking apart enough to articulate the words. Your tears mingled on your faces as you pressed yourself against him, trying to remind yourself of how every inch of his body felt against yours. 

You were so weak for Colson. You couldn’t help but let his hands wander, sliding up your thighs and under your skirt, fingertips grazing your underwear. Your breath hitched as you wound your hand into the short hair at the nape of his neck. 

Your head fell back with a soft sigh as Colson’s lips moved hungrily to your neck, kissing up the column of flesh until his mouth found yours again. When his hands slid around to squeeze your ass, you finally broke away from him. His hands moved, but not far, landing back on your thighs as he looked at you. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered.

“No, I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head as you moved off of him, straightening your clothes as you went. “That wasn’t fair of me.”

“What are we doing?” Colson asked. 

You ran your hands through your hair and sighed heavily, shaking your head. “I don’t know how to be without you,” you admitted. “I don’t know how to be anything other than broken when I’m not with you.”

“Give me one more chance,” Colson said suddenly, turning towards you. His eyes were lit up, passionate. “One more chance to stop coming home fucked up. To put you first.”  He bit his lip. “Y/N, come on tour with me.”

You stared back at him, stunned. He’d never extended that invitation before, and you certainly weren’t going to ask. Tour was special and so important to him. You wouldn’t want to compromise that in any way. But he was asking. 

“Do you mean it?” you asked warily. “Will you wake-”

“No, I will not wake up tomorrow and regret asking,” Colson interrupted impatiently, shaking his head. “Y/N, I don’t think you understand. I would fucking die for you.”

“I don’t want you to die for me,” you said, but a smile was tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You…you mean it?” you asked again, timidly.

Colson nodded, mouth twitching into a smile. “Yeah. I really do,” he said. “If at any time, it stops working, you can go home. But you won’t want to. I’ll be so much better, I promise.”

“Colson,” you said, shaking your head with a little laugh, and then his mouth was on yours again, his hand in your hair. The kiss was so deep it took your breath away. 

“Y/N,” he murmured into your mouth. “Please, baby. Let me feel you again.”

“Col, of course,” you said, giving in easily. He kissed you again, so hard that you let out a quiet moan, and you didn’t protest when he pulled you back into his lap. 

“I want you right here in this fucking bathroom,” he breathed, making you laugh into his kisses. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long.”

“Me too,” you said, words melting into a moan as Colson’s lips found your neck again, traveling right to your most sensitive spot. “God, I missed you,” you gasped. 

Colson hummed against your skin, hands sliding up your back slowly, holding you tight against him. “I missed you more than you know,” Colson murmured into your neck. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He couldn’t keep his hands off your legs, feeling the new muscles there.

Finally, he returned to your skirt, hiking it up out of the way before reaching down to undo his own jeans, pulling them and his boxers down just enough to reveal his cock. Immediately, you took him in your hand and his head fell back against the wall with a breathy moan. You missed the feeling of him, heavy and thick in your hand. 

As you touched him, Colson moved your panties to the side to stroke his fingers over your pussy, finding you wet for him already. “Mm, baby,” he groaned. “Feels like you missed me.”

You whimpered, starting to roll your hips against his hand in pursuit of more friction. “Colson,” you pleaded. He took his cock from you and you helped hold your panties aside as he stroked his tip through you a few times before delving into your entrance. Your head fell back as you sunk down on him, legs already trembling. 

You began to bounce on him, desperate to feel him again after so long. You took a moment to adjust to his size; even after this long, you were never quite ready for it. And Colson ate that shit up, a smirk on his face as you moved. “Miss this big cock, baby?” he purred. 

“Y-yes, daddy,” you moaned, and Colson’s smirk only grew. His hands found your ass and he helped you bounce on him, leaning in to kiss and suck at your neck. You could tell he was marking you, and usually, you wouldn’t allow that, but you recognized this as him marking his territory. Either that, or reminding you of him anytime you looked in the mirror after your encounter. 

“Get up, baby, and bend over the counter for me,” Colson grunted. You lifted off him and went to the counter, bending over. Colson took a second to pull your panties off and moved his hand between your legs again. “Want you to watch yourself in the mirror,” he murmured, mouth on your neck. “Want you to remember how good daddy fucks you. How good only I can make you feel.”

You hummed desperately in response, legs quivering as he bent his knees to push back into you. Your eyelashes fluttered as he started to fuck you, his hands on your hips. It was hard not to watch him, but his demand had been for you to watch yourself, so you did. You watched the way your face contorted without your own permission, the way your brow furrowed and your jaw went slack. You watched your breasts bounce in your tank top. 

Colson leaned over you and yanked down your top, pulling your breasts free. He began to squeeze them in his hands, taking your nipples between his fingers for light squeezes that made you arch. “Mm, good girl, arching that back for me,” he gritted, fucking into you harder. “Missed this tight pussy.”

“Harder, Col, please!” you begged frantically, feeling your orgasm slowly begin to brew in your stomach. Colson pulled out then and whipped you around, lifting you onto the counter. He spread your legs apart and got on his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. You cried out in pleasure as his tongue worked your sensitive clit until your orgasm crashed into you, your hips jerking against Colson’s face. 

He barely gave you time to recover before standing up and pushing his dick back inside you. He set a quick pace, hands planted on the counter beside you as he drove into you. His eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and his mouth dropped open as he got closer and closer. You loved watching him come; it got you off, too. You reached between your legs to rub furiously at your clit, unable to help yourself. 

“Fuck I-I’m coming,” Colson gasped, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. He continued to weakly thrust, realizing you were trying to get yours, and you clenched around him hard as your second orgasm hit. 

Colson’s forehead dropped to your shoulder and he panted, pressing kisses there. “I fucking love you,” he breathed. “Please, baby. Can I come home with you tonight?”

Head still spinning from your multiple orgasms, you nodded, still out of breath. “Of course.” You composed yourself and held his face in your hands. “I want you back, Colson, if you’ll have me,” you told him, more sure of it than anything else in your life. 

Colson’s blue eyes locked on yours and filled with warmth as he nodded. He leaned in to kiss you with a smile. “Always,” he whispered.

[storiesforallfandoms]

wingman ~ yungblud

word count: 1476

request?: yes!

“can you do a one shot where colson sets up his little sister (the reader) with dom? like maybe she’s had a crush on him but he was with halsey and never wanted to get between that.”

description: who knew that your best wingman would be your own brother? and his main objective: setting you up with his best friend

pairing: yungblud x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The minute I walked into Colson’s house I knew something was going to happen. I didn’t know what exactly, but I just had a feeling that there was something going to happen. Call it sibling intuition or whatever.

It wasn’t uncommon for Colson to randomly invite me over to his place. We had always been close, so whenever he had time off he’d ask me to come visit him and Casie. I figured that’s what this invitation was for, but once I walked through the door, I wasn’t so sure.

“Colson?” I called.

Instead of my brother’s voice, a thick British accent responded, “(Y/N)!”

Dom came out from the living room and lifted me into his arms. I laughed through the shock I was feeling. I had no idea that Dom was even in town. I wondered if this was the weird feeling I was having.

“Good to see you, love!” Dom said. “I didn’t know you were coming today.”

“I didn’t know you were in town,” I responded.

“Yeah! I landed today actually. I haven’t been here long.”

“That’s awesome! Hey, let’s continue the catch up in a second. Is Colson here?”

My big brother was in the kitchen making sandwiches for himself and Dom. He looked up and smiled when I walked in. “Hey, you hungry?”

“I’m good, thanks. Did, um, did you invite me over because Dom is in town?”

“What? No, not at all.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re a terrible liar.”

He chuckled and walked away from me. I followed him out of the kitchen, realizing the conversation would be put on hold for now.

I sat next to Dom in the living room as he and Colson talked for a while. Every now and then he would ask me a question or two to catch up, but I was too awkward to really keep a conversation going.

As cliché as it is to say, I’ve had a crush on Dom for years. Ever since Colson introduced us, I’ve had some small feelings for him. Ironically, Colson was super supportive over these feelings. He always said how Dom was a great guy and that he thought we’d be a perfect match for one another. We did have the same type of energy, I had to agree with Colson there.

The big downside, though? Dom was in a relationship when we first met. With a friend of Colson’s, actually; Ashley, better known as Halsey.

So I just became one of those cliché, unrequited love stories. I tried to go on dates with other people to get rid of those feelings for Dom, but all my efforts proved to be void. There was just no one that made me feel the way that Dom did, which sucked because he wasn’t single.

After a bit of silence following another failed attempted to strike up a conversation, Colson looked at his phone and rose from his seat. “Oh, Emma just texted me asking if I could pick Casie up from school.”

“Oh, can I do it?” I asked, seeing a way to get out of this super awkward situation. “I feel like I haven’t seen Casie in forever.”

“I’d rather do it myself. I’ll bring her right back so she can see both of you.”

He left before I could protest anymore, leaving me alone with Dom. This was no doubt also a part of whatever plan he had in mind.

We were left in silence yet again. I tried to think of something to say to pick up the conversation but found myself at a loss for words. I never was good at talking to Dom when it was just the two of us.

“How long are you gonna be in town for?” I finally asked.

“A few weeks I think. Kells and I are gonna work on some new songs. We have like two or three already written, so we’re considering doing an entire album together, with Travis too.”

“Man, that would be the album of the year if you did. Everything you and Colson have done together has been absolute bangers.”

Dom chuckled. “So I’ve been told. I think he’s my favorite person to collaborate with, too. He just brings out a good side in me when it comes to writing songs.”

“I would’ve thought Ash would be your favorite person to collaborate with.”

I regretted it immediately after the words came out of my mouth, even though they were meant to be light hearted and in a joking manner.

Dom nodded, suddenly not as smiley as he had been before. “She was, but uh...we broke up a while ago so...no more collaborations I think.”

The news shocked me. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard it before now. Why hadn’t Colson told me? Or how hadn’t I seen the news online?

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said. “I had no idea.”

“It’s alright. We kept the breakup pretty lowkey, actually. We weren’t even really public with our relationship, so we decided to keep the breakup the same way.”

How do I follow up from this? I wondered. Man, I’ve effectively killed this conversation.

“(Y/N), have you ever had a steady partner?” he asked suddenly. Before I could respond he added, “That sounds terrible now that I think about it. I don’t mean to say you bounce from person to person, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with anyone, or heard Colson talking about you dating anyone.”

“That’s because I haven’t really had a serious relationship,” I responded. “I’ve gone on numerous dates, but none of them have really worked out. I just don’t...feel a spark with anyone I’ve been with. I think...I think it’s because I have feelings for someone else.”

I tried not to look at Dom, as if he’d be able to decipher what that meant just by looking into my eyes.

“Why aren’t you with them, then?” he asked. “Don’t tell me whoever this daft bloke is turned you down.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “No, that’s not it. He’s a...friend of Colson’s, actually. He’s been in a relationship for a while and I don’t want to come between that. But it seems like my heart is set on him, so I’m having trouble trying to move on from those feelings.”

“That’s awful,” Dom said. “If this guy ever became single, do you think you’d try to tell him how you felt?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’d like to think I would, but then again he’s one of Colson’s best friends. I’d never want to fuck that over for either of them if the relationship didn’t work out.”

“You’re assuming there’s a high chance of that happening.”

“I’m assuming a firm 50/50 chance, as with all relationships. Besides, what if it doesn’t even reach that stage? What if I tell him and he doesn’t have feelings for me?”

“But what if he does? You’ll never know until you try.”

I looked at Dom and found myself caught in his eyes. He was looking at me so intently I was trying not to shift around in my seat, but I just couldn’t tear my eyes away from his.

“(Y/N)?” he said.

“Yeah Dom?”

His response came in the form of his lips against mine. I was shocked at first, pulling away just out of reflex. His face turned a bright shade of red almost immediately as he moved away from me.

“Sorry, I...I must’ve read the situation wrong. I thought - ”

Before he could finish his sentence, I quickly leaned forward and kissed him again. One of his hands cupped my cheek while were running through his messy mop of hair. I had dreamt of this moment many times, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the electricity I was feeling as I kissed Dom.

We were so lost in the kiss that neither one of us heard the door open, or heard Casie come running into the room. It was her voice exclaiming, “Oh, gross!” that brought the two of us out of our trance.

I quickly pulled away from Dom, sitting on the other side of the couch as I looked up to see Casie and Colson stood in the doorway of the living room. I tried to keep my embarrassment from showing, but the feeling of heat creeping up my neck informed me that that was going to be nearly impossible.

“I was coming to say hi and both of you guys are just sucking face!” Casie said. “That’s so gross!”

She raced up to her bedroom while Colson laughed at her reaction. The two of us waited for him to say something, anything, about what he had just walked into. Instead, he just smiled at us and said, “I guess my plan worked.”