Mason's 'sis'. (Swaggersouls x reader) - ABANDONED -

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(Y/N) pov

I'm going to die. This is fucking it. I'm yelling? I can't hear myself. I can't- fuck.

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Eric pov

I can't think straight. I can't walk straight. Fuck. This can't be happening. Fuck. I got this. I hope. Fuck!

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3rd pov

Two muscular arms hook under the wet pits of (Y/N)'s shoulders and arms, dragging the drunkard with burning lungs onto the surface in sluggish speeds. Coughing and heavy breathing from the two, one in panic the other in sangfroid and one drenched, the other partly dried. A croaked chuckle emits from the woman.

"That was fun." (Y/N) turns to her left side towards her saviour.

"What the fuck? " Eric stares in disbelief.

(Y/N) grins and shuffles closer to him.

"Thanks you for help me. Yes." (Y/N)'s slurred words barely escape her mouth.

The male sighs, sitting up.

"I'm taking you to your room."

Helmet boy picks up (Y/N) who's like a ragdoll at her current status and carried her to the guest bedroom.

Eric being the perverted man that he is, pushes aside his temptations of looking at her and wanting his new form crush to be comfortable,h e decides to the respectful thing and puts clothes on her.

Once in clothing and young male tucks (Y/N) into bed and leaves, glad he was there to save her.

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(Y/N) pov

I uh- what happened... Its morning and I'm in bed? Damn, my head. It fucking hurts. Fuck my lungs slightly hurts and my whole left side, what on earth happened last night. All I remember is me and the boys drinking and me going out to the garden pool and blank. Nothing...

I do remember Eric's face, me looking into his eyes and smiling...

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Eric's pov

Last night... (Y/N) could've died. If I was a second late. God, I barely know her and that would've killed me. Fuck, it would kill Mason, she is like a sister to him. I wonder of she even remember what happened, I'd she doesn't should I tell her?  I could tell Mason and Cam what happened. Dammit, I don't know what to do. I'll just wait and see...

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3rd pov

(Y/N) arises from her bed, carefully sliding the covers off trying to reduce the pain she is in. As her two feet touch the light brown wooden floor boards, (Y/N)'s muscles were tender and couldn't barely support her mass. Forcing herself up to a steady posture, she takes mindful steps towards the full body mirror in the wall. Looking at her reflection, (Y/N) takes a closer look at her sunken eyes and her off coloured skin from the aftermath of the unknown night. As her left arm reaches to the bottom rim of her white shirt, (Y/N) slowly lifts it up to reveal what's underneath.

"What the fuck happened..." Thinking hard, she couldn't believe that her left is bruised.

Taking a moment to herself, she gathers up her thoughts into one and proceeds to make it down to the living room at her own pace.

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An unhinged Mason is soon seen by (Y/N).

" Hey broski..." The sister starts.

"Sup (Y/N)... My head fuckin' hurts mate. Feels like a random cunt came and threw my head in the dumpstar." The brother describes his state, The older one then chuckles.

"Bro. Same, except I got this big ass bruise on my side and I don't even bloody remember what happened sadly..." (Y/N) uses her hands to signal where the blueish brown marks are.

"Fuck mate, surely you remember at least something if you have a bruise that fucking big." Mason comments.

"Um, I do remember laying down on the ground outside with Eric... Oh, and me wanting to ki- Thank him but my speech was fucked and then I passes out. The rest is a blur to be honest." (Y/N) thought hard about the blanked out night.

"Bro, it's easy. Just ask Eric, you lazy cunt. He remembers a lot of things when he fucking pissed." With that Mason waves off (Y/N) to see Eric.

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A Hungover yet a well refreshed mam hears a knock on his door.

"Come in." He commands.

He sees a smaller familiar female enter his room with questioning eyes.

"Hey Eric, you look well." (Y/N) compliments him and with a return he smiles.

"I wish I could say the same for you. So what do ya need sweet cheeks?" Eric asks with a slight smirk, hoping that will keep up his appearance.

"Well honestly, I don't remember much of last night. I came to ask if you mind telling me?  That's only if you remember of course." (Y/N) shuffles under the door frame.

Eric took a hefty sigh.

"First, come in a sit down..."

The curious young lady sat down on the edge of his bed.

"... Second, last night um. Let me just say it. You could've died but thankfully I was there in time to save you."

Silence took over the room.

Eyeing an unopen bottle of beer on the floor, (Y/N) was tempted to take it. Eric saw her gaze and understood why. He opened it and handed it to her.

" I mean I'm still here but how? " (Y/N)  takes a sip then head tilts gently to the right.

"I'm not sure but I think you fell in, you were already in your underwear when I got there. So I'm guessing you went for a swim? Then I heard a splash, I checked it out only to see you struggling for air." Eric sadly admitted.

(Y/N) tries to cheer Eric up.

" - But hey! It could be sick content for the podcast. " She chuckles, cheeks lifting up, slight wrinkles around her eyes and nose.

This instantly puts a toothy smile on Eric's face.

" You're not wrong! Come on, let's have a proper breakfast." The lager male takes the alcohol out of her hand and takes her's, guiding (Y/N)  out of his room towards the kitchen.

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I have to be in school in just over an hour skeet.