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Stupid Dare (Part 2)

additional tags: sfw, phiilip graves × male!reader, college!au, call of duty

A/N: so...this is the end of this fanfic for now, but maybe someday I'll continue. since this is my first work, I'm very grateful for any activity and comments, sorry that this part is not as spicy as I wanted to make it, just fluff.

Part 1

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These strange relationships between you two had already lasted until Halloween. Since Phillip talked to you only a few days a week, he didn’t feel any kind of attachment, only a sense of duty and routine. His friends had long forgotten about the whole thing, but not Phillip, unfortunately for you.

It was the Halloween party at college, a Friday, which meant no classes tomorrow. Everyone was dressed in either scary or, on the contrary, cute costumes. It’s Halloween — do whatever your soul desires! Of course, this was a college-paid party, so the pizza slices weren’t very big, but there was plenty of punch and the music was what the students themselves had requested.

On the bleachers of the gym (where the party took place), of course, sat the football team with Phillip. He was dressed as some kind of cowboy, it was pathetic because there was a Jack-o'-lantern painted on his face, but it could be admitted that he looked attractive, as always.

And you... you stood aside holding a pathetic plastic cup of punch, dressed as your favorite character from a game (which character exactly, I’ll leave up to you). Phillip didn’t notice you right away — why would he need his toy when it wasn’t even midnight yet and he could still joke around with his friends?

Well… ahem, he changed his mind when he came up behind you, covered your eyes with his palm and started whispering his 'romantic words' in your ear.

"Hey cutie, who do you think this is? Looks like you’re alone again.." – said Graves as he carefully poured some alcohol into your cup. Cruel? Yes, but he didn’t care.

"I think it’s Phil… and yeah, I’m alone again" – you answered, with a silly smile crawling across your face as he finally moved his hand away and gently turned you around.

"Such a shame no one’s looking at you, yet you’re smiling! I’m sure it’s because of me, obviously, you like getting attention from a guy like me." – now that self-satisfied smile was stuck on his face.

And then you took a sip. You didn’t notice the change in your drink, obviously all your attention was on Phillip... but in Graves’s head, fireworks were already exploding in celebration of a victory over who knows what.

It was already well past midnight and he spent it with you, listening to whatever you were saying and talking about his own stuff. Probably the only problem was that you were very drunk. Your alcohol tolerance wasn’t that high, so when you could barely stand, Phil, like a real man (not really), helped you get back to a dorm room — but not yours, his.

And there you were, lying on his bed with a silly smile, muttering something under your breath, while Phillip was already taking off his shirt, remembering his earlier plans. But suddenly… he couldn’t do it. He wasn’t the kind of guy who would rape someone; he couldn’t, looking at you, that sweet boy who seemed to crave Phillip’s attention.

Graves took off his jeans and stayed only in a tank top and underwear. He took off the 'heavy' parts of your costume and lay down next to you, pulling you close to his chest and wrapping you in his strong arms. Phillip kissed your forehead and the two of you fell asleep together.

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Stupid Dare (Part 1)

additional tags: sfw, phiilip graves × male!reader, college!au, call of duty

A/N: so, hello, I'm new here and here's my stupid fanfic (?), this is mid, but I swear I'll try make next chapter better and cooler, thank you in advance for your time! <3 (and yes, English is not my first language, so sorry if there're mistakes).

Part 2

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Finally, the moment came when you moved away from your toxic parents to another place — a college you barely scored enough points to get into with a scholarship. You thought things couldn’t get worse, that a new life was ahead and everything would be great.

WRONG.

It was the end of August, and you arrived at your college dorm in Texas. There are no words to describe how nervous you were, but a kind lady helped you find your room and not get lost in the chaos of students just like you.

Your former friend always said that no matter what, you’d be able to make new acquaintances and friends. But that also didn’t go the way you hoped. You became a loner, and the only looks you got were judgmental — or curious… curious about how weird you were.

The only thing you were lucky with was work. Sure, working at the local McDonald's wasn’t fancy, but you got paid well enough to not starve.

Things couldn’t possibly get worse… right?

They could.

There was someone called Phillip Graves. He was on the football team — not the most popular one there, but still got attention from girls. Though nothing more than flirting ever happened between him and them.

It was Friday evening of the first week of classes, and all the football guys were hanging out in one of the rooms, playing “Truth or Dare.”

As usual, they spun the bottle, and at some point, it pointed to Graves. A mischievous grin appeared on his face and he simply said, “Dare.”

"Then we dare you to start a relationship with that weirdo..."— one of the guys said.

"Yeah, remember that LGBT pin on his bag? So pathetic..." — another one added.

"If you want, we could even pay you a little extra to fuck him and record it, ‘cause this is too funny to just do it for a game..."— the team captain said while looking at Phillip.

The grin stayed on the boy’s face.

It was pathetic that he agreed — but that was drunk Graves…

The next morning, Phillip began his little hunt.

He tracked you down and slithered like a desert snake toward a mouse — right when you were alone in the open area behind the school, sitting in the grass.

"Hey, cutie, is it hot out here, or is it just ‘cause a thing like you’s around?"— a devilish smile crept across his face as he came closer, leaning over you.

You didn’t answer, just blushed and looked up. Clearly, no one had ever flirted with your virgin ass back in your hometown.

"Don’t be nervous, babe, it’s just me — Phillip. You can call me Phil if that helps you relax."— he suddenly sat down next to you and rested his head on your shoulder like he had known you forever.

It looked like a damn romcom (sorry), but you couldn’t do anything about it.

That kept happening for several days. He’d come sit by you, say a few words…

Honestly, it made Phillip feel relaxed, and your quietness seemed kind of cute.

One day, you finally started talking to Phillip, and oh God — you liked his temperament, his voice, the way he moved his hands…

It was probably the first time you fell for someone — not some game character, but a real guy.

But of course, in Graves’s head, there was already a plan.

One that was in motion.

And you — you were the target, the prize, the toy in his hands. Like 3-in-1 instant coffee.