#addisondailey

reader = pink

addison = green

CARRY ME HOME

warnings: pure fluff, protective!addison, public attention, light embarrassment/shyness from reader & teasing but gentle banter!

the night was loud, full of laughter, lights, and music echoing from the streets. you and addison had gone out with a group of friends, hopping between spots until it was late enough that the streets had quieted down. by the time you started the walk back, your feet were already throbbing in the heels you thought would “look cute.”

you tried to mask it—taking smaller steps, keeping up conversation—but every crack in the sidewalk felt like it was plotting against you.

addison’s hand brushed yours, catching the way you slowed down. “you good?”

“yeah, totally,” you said too quickly.

he gave you that look, the one that cut right through your act. “mhmm. so that’s why you’ve been dragging your feet for the last block?”

you sighed, finally giving in. “these shoes are killing me.”

his lips tugged into a smirk, but it wasn’t teasing—it was soft. “you should’ve told me earlier.”

before you could argue, he stopped walking. “alright, give ‘em here.”

you blinked. “give what?”

“you,” he said simply, stepping closer. “arms around my neck.”

“addison, no—people are watching, and you don’t have to—”

“baby,” he cut you off gently, “you’re not walking another step like that.” his tone left no room for arguing, but the way he said it was so casual, like carrying you was the most obvious solution in the world.

you hesitated, but his arms were already sliding around you, and before you knew it, your feet were off the ground. bridal style.

your breath hitched as you clutched his shoulders. “addison—”

“relax,” he murmured, shifting you so you fit snug against him. “you’re light. i got you.”

the cool night air brushed against your face as he walked, his stride steady and strong. every few steps, he glanced down at you. “better?”

you hid your face against his chest, embarrassed and warm all at once. “yeah. way better.”

he chuckled, the sound rumbling through you. “should’ve done this two blocks ago. would’ve saved you the pain.”

you groaned. “don’t make me feel dumb.”

“not dumb,” he said softly. “just stubborn.”

up ahead, your friends noticed and started cheering, but addison didn’t even flinch. he tightened his hold on you, carrying you like you were the only one that mattered.

by the time you reached the house, you were relaxed against him, the ache in your feet a distant memory. he set you down carefully on the couch like you were fragile glass.

“stay put,” he said, already moving toward the kitchen. “i’m getting you water. and don’t even think about standing up.”

you smiled at him from the couch, heels finally kicked off, feeling both spoiled and completely cared for.

(NOT PROOFREAD!)

dude my eyes hurt so bad rn like omg, they are both itchy and red im sorry i couldn’t make this longer ;(,

if my eyes don’t hurt as much tomorrow ill make sure to make a semi long one :)

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

- stableronaldo / laiys

- jasontheween / jawhn

- adapt / gilbert

- lacy / drew

- marlon / rocket

- silky

- clix

- yourrage

- plaqueboymax

- brucedropemoff

- nueg

- jynxzi

- braeden

- mooda

- ALL of OSCS

(If you see any name like this: molly, it means I won’t write for them. I only put the name for the cameraman.)

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

- piss kink

- incest

- rape / non con

reader = white/bold

ron = blue

max = pink

adapt = red

jason = orange

silky = purple

warnings: none really!

YOU AND ADDISON?

you weren’t even fully awake when it happened.

you’d shuffled into the kitchen in socks and an oversized hoodie that — in hindsight — may or may not have been addison’s. you hadn’t brushed your hair. you hadn’t spoken yet. you were just trying to make some cereal and get out before anyone noticed.

ron was already there. sitting at the counter eating scrambled eggs like he hadn’t just dropped the biggest social grenade of the week.

“kimmie says hi,” he said casually, mid-chew. “also, nice seeing you and addison at nori last night.”

you froze.

ron kept eating like nothing happened.

jason, who had been scrolling on his phone next to him, looked up slowly.

“wait, what?”

you glanced around the kitchen. lacy was leaning on the fridge, sipping his iced coffee. silky was at the sink. max and adapt had just walked in, still half-asleep.

you cleared your throat. “what… did you say?”

ron raised an eyebrow. “we saw you. last night. me and kimmie were at the same restaurant. you and addison were in the corner booth.”

jason blinked. “like… addison addison?”

ron glanced over. “yeah.”

jason turned toward you. “damn, you didn’t tell anyone?”

“no,” you muttered, opening the fridge just to have something to look at. “i didn’t think it was that deep.”

silky leaned on the counter. “you been sneaking around with addison?”

“not sneaking,” you said. “just… not telling people.”

“you were at dinner,” ron said. “sharing dumplings.”

“okay, chill.”

adapt spoke up for the first time. “makes sense. you two have been moving kinda different.”

“different how?”

he shrugged. “like, in sync. like you text each other goodnight.”

jason raised his eyebrows. “do you?”

you didn’t answer.

“yeah,” silky said, grinning. “they do.”

max sat down and opened a granola bar. “are you guys, like, together together?”

you glanced at him. “i guess? it’s not a secret. we just didn’t want it to be a thing.”

“well,” adapt said, grabbing a water, “it’s a thing now.”

ron laughed. “my bad. i genuinely thought everyone already knew.”

you looked at him, deadpan. “ron, we didn’t even see you.”

he smiled. “i know. that’s why it was funny.”

(NOT PROOFREAD!)

warnings: post-stream emotional fallout, grief over change, quiet angst, comfort, friendship

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the stream ends, but nobody moves.

the house is still full — footsteps upstairs, muffled voices down the hall, someone reheating food in the kitchen like it’s any other night. but it doesn’t feel like one.

you sit in one of the side rooms, laptop still open on the desk, the screen dark where the stream had been just minutes ago. ron, silky, alex, lacy, jason — all of you saying goodbye to a name you still technically live under.

we’re not leaving each other.

we’re still family.

nothing’s changing except the name.

you meant it. every word.

but the quiet after feels wrong, like the house is holding its breath.

your phone buzzes — group chats already filling with jokes, “love you boys,” messages from chat. you don’t open any of them. not because you don’t want to, but because you don’t trust yourself not to spiral if you do.

a knock sounds on the doorframe.

you look up to see addison leaning there, hoodie pulled up, expression tired in a way that says he watched the entire stream from somewhere down the hall.

“you good?” he asks, even though it’s obvious you’re not.

you shrug. “define good.”

he nods once, stepping inside and shutting the door halfway — not to shut anyone out, just to soften the noise of the house. he sits on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees.

“that was heavy,” he says quietly. “even knowing it had to happen.”

you lean back in the chair. “it’s weird. we’re all still here. same rooms, same house. but it already feels like something ended.”

“yeah,” he agrees. “because it did. just not in a clean way.”

you glance at him. “everyone keeps saying nothing’s changing.”

“and they’re right,” he says. “but also… they’re not.”

you let out a breath. “it feels like we’re pretending everything’s fine so nobody freaks out.”

“because that’s what you do when thousands of people are watching,” he replies. “later’s when it hits.”

down the hall, someone laughs — loud, forced, trying to fill space. the sound makes your chest tighten.

“what if people drift once we actually leave?” you ask. “like once the house isn’t a thing anymore.”

addison looks at you then, serious. “this group doesn’t stick together because of a lease.”

you huff softly. “you’re too calm about this.”

“i’m not,” he says. “i’m just used to being the guy behind the camera when things fall apart.”

you look down at your hands. “i don’t miss faze. i miss what it used to feel like.”

“that’s the honest version,” he says. “and it’s okay to say that.”

the room settles into a quiet that feels shared instead of lonely. addison shifts back against the couch.

“this part sucks,” he adds. “living here knowing it’s temporary. still making content like nothing happened. it’s like limbo.”

“yeah,” you whisper. “exactly.”

he glances toward the door. “but you’re not alone in it. none of you are. even when everyone scatters to their rooms, you’re all still carrying the same thing.”

you nod slowly. “thanks for checking on me.”

“always,” he says, standing. “house is still loud. but you don’t have to sit in it alone.”

before he leaves, he pauses. “hey — feeling sad doesn’t mean you’re not excited for what’s next. it just means this mattered.”

the door clicks softly behind him.

outside, the “faze” house keeps going — voices, movement, life continuing in a place that hasn’t caught up to the change yet.

and for the first time since the stream ended, the weight in your chest eases just a little.

i’m so sad, ron’s stream made me tear up a little. i’ll always support them no matter what, and I know this is the beginning of something great for all of them.

reader = white/bold

lacy = red

max = pink

weirdo = orange

warnings: some werido getting too close & comforting by faze guys/fluff :)

you were outside, walking the city with lacy and max, streaming just for fun—chat was moving fast, the weather was perfect, and the boys were in a good mood. it was supposed to be light. just content.

you were leaned over a booth looking at some handmade jewelry when a guy walked up behind you. at first you thought he was just passing through—but his hand brushed your lower back. you stiffened.

“yo,” he said, leaning closer. “you’re that girl in faze, right?”

you gave a polite nod, not turning all the way around. “yeah.”

he smiled, too close. “you got a number?”

you laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off. “nah, sorry.”

“come on,” he pushed, stepping in closer, his hand now resting a little too long on your waist. you flinched, stepping away slightly.

max noticed immediately.

“hey—” his voice was sharp, stepping between you and the guy. “back up, bro.”

“i was just talking,” the guy said, holding up his hands, but his eyes were still locked on you.

“she said no,” lacy added, stepping in beside max. “move along.”

the guy scoffed and muttered something under his breath before walking off, but the damage was already done. you were frozen, trying not to let it show on stream—but the camera caught the way your arms wrapped around yourself and how you went quiet.

“chat, we’re gonna end here,” max said, flipping the camera away from your face. “we’ll catch y’all later.”

stream ends.

you didn’t even realize how tense you were until you felt max’s hand gently on your back.

“hey,” he said softly. “you alright?”

you nodded, but your eyes were glossy and your jaw was clenched. “i didn’t think—i mean, it’s not like i did anything to make that happen…”

“don’t,” lacy cut in, voice low but serious. “don’t blame yourself for that. he was outta line. and we saw it.”

you finally let yourself sit on the curb, hands shaking slightly as you pulled your hoodie sleeves over your palms. “i just… i wanted to do something chill today. addison’s not even home and now—”

“you don’t need addison to be safe,” max said, crouching down in front of you. “we got you. always.”

you nodded, your breath catching a little as you wiped your face with your sleeve. it wasn’t a full cry, just the kind of silent overwhelm that left you speechless.

“you wanna head home?” lacy asked, already calling jason. “the guys are there. we’ll stay over if you want.”

you didn’t answer right away, but when you finally stood and leaned into max’s side, he knew. they both did.

and when you got home, jason was already waiting at the door. ron was inside with silky, all of them looking at you like they’d already heard everything.

no one asked questions. they didn’t need to. jason pulled you into a hug that lasted longer than usual, and silky stayed unusually quiet, jaw clenched, like he was imagining what he’d do if he ever saw that guy again.

they gave you space without making you feel alone—ordered your favorite takeout, set up a movie, and sat close without smothering you. just… there.

even without your boyfriend around, you felt safe. protected. like you were never going to have to go through anything alone.

and that meant everything.

(not proofread!!)

hopefully you like :) very short sorry!

reader = pink

addison = green

warnings: 18+ angst + jealous tension · full smut · private setting

SAY IT

the door shut harder than it needed to.

you didn’t say anything at first. just kicked your shoes off, tossed your hoodie on the chair, and glanced at addison once—arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes already on you like he was waiting for something.

“what?” you said.

he didn’t answer.

just looked away, biting the inside of his cheek.

you sighed, pulled your hair up, walked to the dresser like you weren’t already pissed.

“you’ve been weird since we left. just say it.”

he exhaled through his nose. “you know why.”

you turned to face him fully. “no, actually. i really don’t.”

he looked at you now, eyes sharp. “you really think i didn’t notice the way you were acting tonight?”

“the way i was acting?”

“yeah,” he snapped. “you think i didn’t see you all over that dude? laughing at every little thing he said like he was the funniest motherfucker alive?”

your brows shot up. “are you serious right now?”

he didn’t respond. just stared.

“he said one thing,” you said slowly, voice tighter now. “one. and i laughed. like a normal human. you’ve been weird since then.”

“because i know what that laugh sounds like when i’m the one making you do it.”

the silence after that was loud.

he stepped forward once. “you don’t even see it, do you? how different you get when someone else is watching you. like you forget who the fuck you came with.”

you stared at him, chest rising. “that’s not fair.”

he was close now. too close. voice low.

“no, what’s not fair is watching someone else get the version of you that’s mine.”

your breath hitched.

“you’re jealous,” you said, half a whisper.

he tilted his head. “no, baby. i’m territorial.”

and then he kissed you.

hard.

like he was pissed off and trying not to show it.

like his mouth was the only way to shut you up.

you didn’t fight it—you couldn’t. his hands were already on your waist, gripping tighter than usual, walking you backward until the backs of your thighs hit the bed. he pulled back just enough to murmur against your mouth:

“gonna have to remind you who you belong to, huh?”

your heart stuttered.

your hands fisted in the collar of his hoodie.

“take it off,” you whispered.

he didn’t hesitate.

pulled the hoodie over his head, tossed it, and was back on you in seconds—mouth hot on your neck, teeth dragging across your skin. you gasped, fingers raking through his hair as he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing over you like he needed you under him.

“still thinking about him?” he muttered, lips trailing down to your collarbone.

you shook your head.

“say it,” he said, voice rough. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours.”

“louder.”

“i’m yours.”

his hands slid up your shirt, palms warm and rough, dragging the fabric up slowly. you lifted your arms, let him pull it off. he tossed it somewhere behind him, hands already on your bare skin, mouth following.

you weren’t wearing a bra.

he smirked.

“fuck,” he muttered, lowering his head to your chest. “you make me crazy.”

you arched into him as his mouth closed around your nipple—tongue slow, teasing, while one hand squeezed your waist, holding you down. your thighs clenched beneath him, hips shifting for friction.

he noticed.

“patience,” he whispered against your skin. “you don’t get to act up all night and then get what you want right away.”

you whined, already sensitive, already needy.

he moved lower—slow, deliberate—kissing down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your sweats.

then he paused.

looked up at you, eyes dark.

“last chance,” he said, breath hot. “if i do this, you’re not walking out of this room without remembering who you fucking belong to.”

you nodded, breathless.

“please.”

he pulled your pants down in one smooth motion—along with your underwear—and threw them aside. then he spread your legs, eyes locked on you like he was memorizing the way you looked like this.

his fingers traced the inside of your thigh, slow and maddening.

“look at you,” he muttered. “already so wet for me.”

he leaned in.

the first swipe of his tongue was soft—almost sweet—but the second was rougher, more confident. his hands gripped your thighs and pulled you closer, burying his face between your legs like he had something to prove.

your hand flew to his hair, moaning his name without even thinking.

he didn’t stop. didn’t give you space to breathe.

tongue circling your clit, lips sucking, teasing, pressing until your legs were shaking and your back arched off the bed.

“addison—fuck—”

he pulled back, mouth wet, breathing hard.

“say it again.”

“addison—”

he stood, undoing his sweats in one sharp motion.

you reached for him, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“not yet,” he growled. “turn over.”

you obeyed, heart hammering.

he pulled your hips back, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other dragging down your spine. then—slowly—he pushed into you.

you gasped, jaw slack. he filled you completely, the stretch sharp and perfect all at once.

“you feel that?” he whispered against your neck. “no one else gets to touch you like this.”

you could barely nod.

he moved harder now—deep, steady thrusts that hit every nerve, his hand still tight on your hip. your moans were messy, choked, words breaking apart as you tried to speak.

“say it,” he ordered.

“you—fuck—you, addison—”

he pulled you back against him, hips slamming into yours, skin against skin. the sound of it echoed in the room, fast and filthy, and you couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe without feeling him everywhere.

his fingers found your clit again, rubbing tight circles as he thrusted harder, faster.

“cum for me,” he said, voice wrecked. “right now.”

your body clenched around him as you came—eyes rolling, mouth open, legs trembling.

he followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name into your skin as he spilled inside you.

⸻

you both stayed like that for a minute—panting, bodies still tangled.

he kissed the back of your shoulder. softer this time.

“you’re mine,” he whispered again, lips barely moving.

you turned your head, breath still uneven.

“i know.”

he kissed you once more.

less angry now.

but still firm.

still his.

(NOT PROOFREAD!)

hopefully u like this, sorry i was inactive for a while i was busy lolll

reader = pink

addison = green

warnings: p in v, swearing, & possiveness/neediness

it was a sultry late evening at 6:30 pm pdt on wednesday, may 14, 2025, the city skyline casting a soft, golden shimmer through the sheer curtains of your shared apartment bedroom, the room bathed in the gentle, flickering glow of fairy lights draped along the headboard and walls, their warm hues dancing across the ceiling. your gaming setup in the corner stood silent, the usual hum of monitors and keyboards replaced by a thick, charged silence, the faint scent of your lavender candle lingering in the air, mingling with the urban hum drifting faintly from the open window.

addison, your boyfriend, had been on edge all day—his usual laid-back demeanor frayed by a restless energy, his hazel eyes dark with an unspoken hunger that had been building since morning. he’d paced the apartment earlier, his fingers drumming against the counter, his jaw tight, and now, as he climbed onto the bed where you lounged, the tension snapped like a taut wire.

you were sprawled across the mattress, wearing a loose, faded band tee that slipped off one shoulder, the hem riding up to reveal the edge of your cotton panties, your hair a messy cascade from a long day of streaming. addison loomed over you, his broad frame casting a shadow, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he pressed himself closer, “fuck—need you so bad, baby,” his voice a desperate, needy whine, thick with longing, his hands trembling as they gripped the hem of your shirt.

with a rough tug, he yanked it upward, the fabric catching briefly on your skin before sliding over your head, exposing the curve of your breasts and the soft dip of your waist, his fingers brushing your sides with a hungry urgency.

“addison—please,” you gasped, your body arching instinctively toward him, the raw need in his touch sparking a fire deep within you, your skin prickling with anticipation.

his lips crashed into yours, the kiss a messy collision of desperation—teeth clashing, tongues tangling, a wet heat that left you breathless. “can’t wait—need you now,” he groaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down to your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hooked them into the waistband of your panties.

with a swift, impatient pull, he dragged them down your thighs, the fabric catching on your knees before he tossed them aside, his own sweatpants following in a hurried heap, revealing his cock, hard and straining, the tip already glistening with precum as he pressed it against you.

“so fucking wet for me—god, you feel it?” he muttered, his voice rough, his fingers slipping between your folds, teasing your slick entrance for a fleeting moment before he aligned himself, thrusting into you with a deep, urgent stroke that stole your breath, the stretch intense, filling you completely. “addison—shit!” your voice broke into a moan, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails grazing his back through his shirt.

“fuck—can’t get enough of you,” he growled, his hips setting a fast, needy rhythm, each thrust a desperate claim, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you’d bruise, the bed frame creaking under the force of his movements.

his dark hair fell into his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, “need to feel you—fuck, all of you,” his words a raw plea, his lips brushing your pulse point, leaving a trail of wet kisses. the room filled with the sounds of your shared urgency—the wet slap of skin, the creak of the mattress, your soft moans mingling with his low groans, the fairy lights casting wild, shifting shadows across the walls, the apartment a cocoon for his unbridled desire, the moment a haze of pure, unfiltered passion.

your hands roamed his back, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up to feel the heat of his skin, the muscles flexing under your touch as he drove into you.

“harder—please, addison,” you begged, your voice trembling with need, your body rocking with each thrust, the intensity building a fire in your core. “gonna give it to you—fucking mine,” he rasped, his pace growing erratic, his hands sliding under your thighs, lifting them higher to angle deeper, the shift sending a jolt through you, your head tipping back against the pillow.

his fingers found your clit, rough and insistent, circling with no finesse, just raw need, the pressure pushing you closer to the edge, “so tight—shit, you’re perfect,” he panted, his lips capturing yours again, the kiss sloppy, his tongue delving deep as if he could consume you whole. the bed rocked against the wall, the headboard thumping in time with his thrusts, the sound a primal rhythm that echoed the pounding of your heart, the city outside a forgotten hum, the connection between you a fire that roared with every needy movement.

“addison—i’m close—fuck, don’t stop!” your voice rose into a cry, your body tensing, the pleasure coiling tight, a wild, shattering wave crashing over you as your pussy clenched around him, your thighs trembling, your moans spilling freely. “yes—fuck, yes, cum for me” his groan was loud, desperate, his cock pulsing as he followed you over the edge, spilling into you with hot, erratic thrusts, his hips grinding deep, drawing out every last shudder.

his hands slackened, sliding to your waist as he collapsed onto you, his weight heavy and warm, his breath ragged against your collarbone, sweat slicking your skin together. the afterglow settled like a heavy blanket, your bodies tangled in the rumpled sheets, the fairy lights casting a tender glow, the city lights a distant shimmer, the moment a raw, tender storm, the connection between you a fire that burned steady in the wake of his needy passion, the night stretching out, endless, in the quiet aftermath of your shared release.

(not proofread!!)

can’t believe ron lost that 99 kill lead lol

you and addison have a secret relationship no one knows about until faze hot ones happens…

ron = blue

addison = green

reader = white/bold

jason = orange

lacy = red

bepsy = purple

max = pink

warnings: some swearing and mentions of sex

its been 5 months since you and addison have been keeping your guys‘s relationship from the other faze boys

today was the faze sleepover and addison had been getting all the things they would need for the stream

he had mentioned that the faze boys were going to be doing a hot ones challenge, and he would be participating

you started to grow worried because ron and jason had suspicions about you and addison being together,

ron and jason had caught you and addison sleeping in the same bed together at the mini vacation in palm springs

nothing happened the night before but only one bed was available, it was best to share it because neither of you wanted to sleep on the floor or in the living room

it was around 10:30am when jason and ron had came into the room and saw you and addison sleeping in the same bed together, it didn’t help that addison sleeps with his shirt off

ron and jason had taken pictures of you guys sleeping in the same bed while in each others arms and have been using it as blackmail whenever addison talks shit to ron or jason

you guys tried to tell them that nothing was going on between you both but they wouldn’t believe you, jason and ron weren’t buying it at all.

you take an uber to the faze house and get there an hour after addison had arrived, you quickly get into to the house and spot him, you guys give eachother a quick wave and continue about your day…

an hour later ron and addison were shit talking eachother on stream in the kitchen

“okay addison i’ll leak all your stories right now,”… “nah say your sorry before i leak a photo of you right now.”

“you got nothing to leak.”

“oh i got nothing to leak?” bepsy starts to laugh “oh you giggling bepsy?”

“hmm, i dont know… i think you guys could go leak for leak.”

“mmmm… i think we could too.”

you heard the entire thing while in the living room, literally praying for ron to not show the photo in-front of the 20k people watching him.

time passes

it was around 11pm and hot ones had began, max added everyones name on the wheel including addison.

you were very worried because addison cannot handle spice at all, not even to save his life.

the day before you had told him to eat the wing no matter what, especially if they ask questions about you and him being in the same bed together,

he had told u he would try his hardest and reassured you that they wouldn’t even ask that question, but after the little argument addison and ron had earlier you were sure that it was the first question they would ask him

you were in the kitchen watching from afar. swagg, rug and kaysan had already gone, max spun the wheel and it landed on lacy.

everyone starts cheering and getting excited

lacy gets up and sits down

“oh, oh! let me ask this one.”

“oh myyy, here we go..”

“hand on the bible.. yesterday, 5am i was hearing fucking noises, i was suddenly woken up, i- i was hearing girls- not girls, girl talking.. did u clap… ana’s cheeks yesterday?”

lacy stares at the wings then picks one up and eats it.

everyone then starts laughing and cheering for lacy

max spins the wheel again and it lands on addison

your stomach immediately drops and u start bouncing your leg up and down

jason and ron both look at you from the kitchen and immediately look back at each other and smirk

addison sits down, ron and jason immediately get up and start whispering to each other.

addison gets red, & his palms start sweating.

ron gets up and starts talking, “okay so” he laughs

you know exactly whats about to happen, you pray addison keeps his mouth shut and eats the wing

“y’know, while we were in palm springs me and ron saw you and y/n sleeping in a bed together, and u didn’t have your shirt on. soo whats going on with you and y/n?”

addison gulps and visibly gets nervous

“me and jason wanna know if you and y/n are in a relationship that nobody knows about.”

everyone looks confused because they had no idea about this, they start pressuring him to answer the question

addison contemplates eating the wing but knows his stomach wont thank him later.

he looks up at jason and ron

he looks down again, reaches for the wing and stops himself

you put your hands in your hair, knowing he’s about to tell the truth and expose the both of you

“yes.”

“yes what?”

“me and y/n are in relationship”

you look down and put your face in ur hands, jason and ron start jumping up and down and laughing

everyone else has shocked faces and start looking for you in the kitchen,

they start questioning you both, asking questions like “how long?”, “when did this happen”

addison gets up from the chair and walks to the kitchen towards you.

“its only been 5months, it started around the same time you guys were introduced as new faze.”

addison puts his arm around you

they all scream at the same time, “ONLY 5 MONTHS??”

“yes, yes this is exactly why we didn’t tell u guys”

“you guys are overreacting”

“then why would y’all hide it from us?

“we just didn’t want everyone in our business.”

everyone calms down and starts heading back to the living room

time passes

its 12:34am and you and addison head out, he tells you he’ll drop you off on his way home

you get into the passenger seat and wait for addison to finish putting his stuff in the trunk.

he finishes and gets into the driver seat and starts driving to ur house

“sooo.. what happened to you eating the wing?”

“okay.. look i didn’t want to tell them either but y’know i can’t handle spice for shit.”

“ur such a baby those wings couldn’t have been that spicy.”

“you didn’t even try the wing you cannot be talking.”

“it doesn’t even matter though, now we don’t have to hide it and be secretive.”

“i guess.”

“still would’ve liked a little privacy..”

after 10 minutes in the car addison pulls into your driveway

you kiss addison on the cheek and get out of his car

“bye baby call me in 20”

“okay, bye baby”

you walk towards ur front door, once he sees you enter ur house he drives off

you hed to ur room and lay on your bed

this was going to be interesting now that the entire world knows you and addison are dating..

HII ITS ME MOLLY THIS IS LIKE MY FIRST TIME ACTUALLY WRITING SOMETHING PLS GIVE ME TIPS ON HOW I CAN IMPROVE

also its kinda short sorry :(