words: 802
warnings: mentions of sexual stuff- no true smut.
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The day you met Fitz—or rather, Cameron—was a turning point he felt deep in his core. It was at a mutual friend's house party in Australia, a lively gathering of twenty-somethings immersed in a haze of drugs and alcohol. Amid the chaos, he was instantly drawn to you and, without hesitation, asked you out on a date.
To his surprise, you said yes.
That night took an unexpected turn when he took you to the bathroom in the upstairs en suite. The allure of the spontaneous encounter led to a night of unrestrained passion. Fitz decided then and there that if a relationship wasn’t in the cards, he would at least ensure that the sex was unforgettable. And unforgettable it was—he gave you multiple mind-blowing orgasms, while you delivered a performance that surpassed any he’d experienced.
Fitz was unapologetically proud, bragging to his friends about how the “girl in the bathroom” had given him the best blow job of his life. The tales of that night became legendary among his circle. When Mason expressed interest in sharing the experience, Fitz firmly shut down the idea, refusing to entertain the thought of anyone else experiencing what was, for him, an unparalleled connection.
You met up at least three times a week, with any absences due to travel replaced by an exchange of sexts, nudes, videos, calls, and messages—anything to keep the fire alive. The physical connection was electric, a potent blend of desire and fulfillment, always leaving both of you craving more.
It was no secret that Fitz had feelings for you beyond the physical. He often spoke about wanting to take you out on dates, to show you off, and to share the more intimate parts of his life with you. Despite this, he never took that next step, and you were left puzzled by his reluctance to ask you out formally.
In truth, you couldn't recall ever explicitly agreeing to just sex, but you never brought it up or corrected him. Perhaps the thrill of the forbidden, or the undeniable chemistry between you, kept you from addressing the ambiguity. As the dynamic continued, you were left navigating the complexities of your feelings and his hesitations, all while savouring the intense connection you shared.
Until he called you from Vid-Con, clearly high on something or other. You could tell he was in a bathroom stall by the echoing acoustics and the muffled noises of the event outside. His pupils were dilated, and his speech was slurred, a far cry from the confident and controlled Fitz you were used to.
“Hey,” he mumbled, his voice wavering between excitement and exhaustion. “I… I just needed to hear your voice.” His words tumbled out in a disjointed stream, each syllable punctuated by the occasional erratic chuckle or sigh.
You listened patiently, sensing the vulnerability beneath his altered state. “Cam, are you okay?” you asked gently, concern lacing your voice.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, though his unsteady tone suggested otherwise. “Just... everything’s crazy here. And, um, I’ve been thinking a lot... about us.” He paused, as if gathering his scattered thoughts. “I don’t know what we are, you know? But I want to figure it out.”
The admission caught you off guard. The intensity of the moment, combined with the haze of his intoxication, created a surreal blend of clarity and confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to make sense of his ramblings.
He took a deep breath, his voice softening. “I like you, Y/N. More than just… this. I want to be with you, not just in secret. I want to take you out, show you off. I know I’ve been avoiding it, but when I get back… will you go out with me? Like, officially?”
You felt a rush of relief mixed with lingering excitement. The intoxicated confession was raw and unfiltered, revealing the depth of his feelings. “Cam, I’d like that. But I want it to be real, not just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”
“Absolutely,” he said, his voice steadier with determination. “When I get home, I’ll take you out. We’ll do it right. Just... give me a chance to show you what I really mean.”
"Only once chance," You joked to him with a smile.
Fitz chuckled softly, the sound a comforting contrast to his earlier slurred speech. “One chance, huh? I’ll make it count. I promise.”
His voice was filled with genuine sincerity, and you could sense his determination even through the phone. “I’m looking forward to it,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips despite the late hour. “Just make sure you’re sober and ready to impress.”
“Deal,” he replied, a note of excitement in his voice. “I can’t wait to see you and finally show you what I’ve been wanting to all along.”
As the call ended, you felt a renewed sense of anticipation. His promise had finally turned the uncertainty into something tangible.
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omg first fic on this account :P hope it wasn't disappointing pookies <3
Small disclaimer: I usually don’t write your “typical” reader but I felt like it cus fuck it I’m a writer and I can do what I want x
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NO ONES POV !
y/n was visiting mason and his friends for the first time ever and she was nervous,, she didn’t know how they’d be around her at all.
Admittedly she was nervous I mean hell she was a considerably smaller YouTuber meeting YouTubers with ALOT more subscribers than her,, she knew that mason had talked a lot about her and knowing him he probably painted her as a not like other girls girl.
When In reality she wasn’t in the slightest I mean sure she didn’t like the idea of dresses and skirts but that doesn’t mean she didn’t wear them just not often,, she defaulted to jeans and the likes due to being brought up in geelong she was always running about getting stoned w mason and Koby and all that good stuff.
Slipping on her yeezys she stepped outside the winter Australian breeze hitting her like a basketball to the face,, her off white beanie and offensive hoodie provided some warmth though,, which was good.
Shoving the key into the ignition she turned it and set off to the misfits house,, it was only 20 minutes away so she wasn’t that bothered.
time skip what the hell??
Gently sighing as she stepped out the car hauling her shaker along with her she took a sip from it before walking up the pathway and texting mason a simple “I’m here now you bitch” before slipping it into her pocket waiting for mason to answer the door.
And then,, one of all the crackheads her brother mason came to a skidding halt and swung open the door smiling.
“Heyyyaaa mace” she smiled as he stepped to the side letting her in.
“Heyyya ya cunt” he mused grabbing her wrist and pulling her to the lounge upstairs where none other than the rest of the misfits where sitting.
“Masonnn” she whined as he pulled her up the stairs her yeezys hitting against the glass steps as he sighed.
“Ooo~ who’s this maso?” A girl who you presumed to be Tobi chimed as you sat on the couch
“This is my sister y/n” he answered simply flopping down on the end of the couch.
“I like your style!! Good choice” Toby smiled taking a sip from her shaker noticing yours she smiled.
“awh thanks I don’t know what kinda person masons painted me as probably a proper cunt that’s not like other girls but I can assure you I’m not” you sighed shaking you head as mason propped himself up on the couch before a 6’10 giant came running up the stairs
He stopped in his tracks as he saw his merch,, he usually didn’t react like that but seeing someone as hot as you in HIS merch?? He was a blushing mess
