#but yeah even then it's gonna be quite a while before i can move out which is annoying
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⧠GLUE SONG pt6â
warning: swearing, cheesy ass kissing scene, kind of implies doing more than kissing, she/her usage for reader.
summary: you hate the whole of your dads hockey team except his and your favourite player Luke Castellan.
evieâs notes: i havenât written a kiss scene in a while so im sorry if itâs shit and cringeyđ
pt5
You could hear your heartbeat in your head, your stomach churned with nerves. Luke Castellan, the boy you've despised since the day you met him because of how arrogant and cocky he is, is now making you feel so weak in the knees. The mere thought of him even laying a finger on you makes your whole world shake. But why?
Because he complimented you once? Or because his cockiness can be quite attractive at times? Maybe because the boy looks like he was hand made sculpted by the Gods. Either way, this feeling towards him was so unfamiliar yet it felt so natural.
You didn't even have time to fully get yourself together before he showed up at your door, the boy lived 20 minutes away yet got there 5 minutes after he texted you. Slowly, you peeked out your window to try and capture a glimpse of him before being face to face with that damn smirk of his that made you either want to punch his face or kiss his lips.
His dark, curly hair clung to his forehead, damp from the rain, spilling over just enough to shield his eyes. He was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and of course a compression shirt, it looked like he'd just come from the gym which really didn't help your screaming heart.
You barely gave him time to knock on the door before you threw it open and closed the door behind you, stupidly forgetting that it was currently pouring down. And there it was, that fucking smirk he wore like a crown.
"Hey, princess." Oh gods, was he trying to kill you? His eyes moved slowly over you, lingering on every curve, every line, as if he was studying a masterpieceâfinding beauty in both what was perfectly in place and what was deemed imperfect. "The jersey really does look better on you."
You roll your eyes, unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face. "Oh, shut up," you say, crossing your arms, your voice sharp but your gaze betraying you. "You really think I'm going to fall for that?"
Luke grins, taking a slow step forward. "Fall for what? The truth? That jersey's practically made for you." His eyes flicker over you, deliberate and teasing, but there's a warmth in his gaze that he knows you can't ignore.
You scoff, turning away to hide the flush creeping up your neck. "Gods, you're unbearable."
He steps in your path, cornering you just enough to make you feel the tension between you. "Because you secretly love it," he says, voice lowering a touch. "You like it when I push your buttons."
Your eyes snap to his, and you force a scowl. "You have a ridiculous amount of confidence for someone who can't take a hint."
"Yeah?" Luke leans in a little closer, his smirk never faltering. "Funny. You've been giving me plenty of hints, princess. We gonna ignore that tweet you posted?"
You stare at him, lips parted, but you can't keep the smile from tugging at the corners of your mouth. "You're infuriating," you mutter, but it's half-hearted at best.
"And yet, here you are," he says, grinning even wider. "Outside in the rain with me."
You don't know what came over you at that moment because one minute you were shivering from the pouring rain and the next your body was suddenly filled with warmth when you pulled him into a tight embrace, your heart racing in your chest. Luke's eyes widened for a moment surprised by your bold action, but softened quickly into a look of tenderness as your lips met his in a soft, sweet kiss. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you against his broad chest, as he returned the kiss with a gentle passion. Your bodies pressed close together, you could feel the warmth of his body against your own, chasing away the cold from the rain that still poured around you. Gods this was so cliche.
"What was that for?" Luke asked, his voice low and warm, a small smirk on his lips.
Your cheeks flushed with heat, and you averted your gaze from his intense stare, suddenly feeling shy and flustered. "IâI don't know," you managed to stammer out, your voice breathless. "It just felt right, in the moment..."
He chuckled softly, Luke's hands still wrapped around your waist, his thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles against your skin. "Well, I'm not complaining," he said, his smirk widening. You tried to come up with a snarky reply, but your mind was a swirling mess of emotions.
He noticed the flush and teased you even further. "Wow, you're speechless for once, that's new."
You huffed in annoyance, trying to hide your growing embarrassment, but it was hard when he was so close, his eyes fixed on you with that infuriatingly charming smirk. "Can you not be so annoying for once," you muttered, your voice soft.
Luke smirked, moving a strand of your soaking her that was stuck to your face behind your ear making you feel like you were about to collapse. He let out a soft hum and pulled you tighter against his chest. His hands wandered under your shirt, and he began to toy with the bare skin of your hips. "Nah."
Luke didn't want to stop kissing you, not when he finally had the girl he'd been pining for since the day he met her. He dipped his head back down to pull you in for a deeper and longer kiss. His hands moved up your back, slowly lifting the fabric of your jersey as his hands roamed underneath it.
He continued to kiss you, now with even more eagerness than before. One of his hands came up and grabbed ahold of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. He pulled you as close to him as he could, not wanting any space between your bodies.
The couple's moment was interrupted by the sound of the Stoll brothers laughing and cheering. Luke broke the kiss and let out a loud huff, clearly annoyed. "God damn it.." He muttered under his breath, before turning his head to glare at the two younger demigods.
"Finally!" Connor cheered phone in hand whilst Travis whooped behind him shaking his fist in the air.
"Do you mind?" Luke huffed, whilst you stood there embarrassed as hell.
"Nope! Enjoy yourselves love birds!" Travis cooed as Connor turned around and pretended to be making out with someone.
Well, the moment was ruined, but oh gods were the butterflies going absolutely crazy in your stomach when you looked back up at Luke and he was staring at you with such tenderness, his eyes soft but full of longing, as if he could see straight into your soul. The way he looked at youâlike you were the only person on earth, the only person that matteredâmade your heart skip a beat. His gaze was full of love, and for a moment, it felt like the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in something unspoken but deeply felt. You let a cheesy grin take over your face "You coming in?"
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âŹthe perfect pair ⢠beabadoobee
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travisstoll FINALLY omg took them long enough
connorstoll such a moving moment i cried
travisstoll i could feel their love
thelukecastellan and then you ruined it
travisstoll i think the fact that you replied to this an 2 hours late proves we in fact did not
seaweedbrain EW EW EW
yn.ln you guys are such creeps
travisstoll you just begged me to send this to you in the dms
yn.ln your point?
xo.silena AHHHH YES OMG my babiesđ
clarlarue motherfucker stole my wife wtf
c.rodriguez your wife stole my manđ
clarlarue itâs okay because we have each otherđĽ°
thelukecastellan youâre not allowed to be cute under a post of me and my girlfriend being cute
yn.ln girlfriend? hold on when was this discussed
thelukecastellan was you taking off my shirt not implying it?
wisegirl guys can you not discuss this in person youâre literally together right now
thelukecastellan mb
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âŹGlue Song ⢠beabadoobee
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thelukecastellan i love my girlfriendđ
c.rodriguez gang you just got together
thelukecastellan and? i love my girlfriend
yn.ln i love you toođ˝đ˝ but youâre forgetting my dad follows you
thelukecastellan oh shit
thebestcoachever happy for you both not liking that last picture
thelukecastellan sorry sirđ
seaweedbrain you tell him to keep it in his pants capđŤĄ
thelukecastellan stfu
wisegirl finally omg going back and forth between messaging you two about each other was exhausting
yn.ln now me and luke can double date with you and percyđĽ°
wisegirl okay there was no needđ
seaweedbrain why would we double date?
yn.ln sh sh percy itâs okay
thelukecastellan LMFAO
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#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan fanfic#luke castellan x you#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo#imagine#luke castellan fluff#charlie bushnell x reader#luke castellan enemies to lovers#luke castellan hockey smau#luke castellan smau#pjo smau
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Microdosing on having money by looking at virtual tours of apartments I canât afford
#literally so annoying i won't be able to move out and get my own place for like at least a year give or take#i might finally be working full-time soon though#like currently i'm just working tuesdays and thursdays at my mom's work scanning medical records#but gamestop is having open interviews so i'm gonna go in monday#i don't actually know if gamestop is hiring full-time though#so if they're only hiring part-time i guess i'll just have to work two jobs#like maybe scan records two days a week and do gamestop the other three#so i'd be making money as if i were working full-time#and that'd hold me over for a while at least until i find an actual full-time job#but yeah even then it's gonna be quite a while before i can move out which is annoying#i just want a fucking place to myself#i've also thought about selling some of my old shit that i don't need anymore to make some extra cash on the side#like old dvds and action figures and whatnot that are still in decent condition#i could sell them on ebay or like trade em in at vintage stock or whatever#my mom always insists that we never sell that stuff cause she and dad spent so much money on them when i was a kid#and i get that. but frankly i don't care.#they bought them for me and i'm an adult and can do what i want with them so if i wanna sell em i can#and if they help me get out of here sooner then it's worth it#shut up tristan
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"first day"
fluff, happy fushiguro family, slice of life, megs' first day of school send-off
Synopsis: you've been dating toji for a while now and megumi subconsciously calls you mom for the first time on his way out the door
to sum it up: you adore the little family you've come to be a part of
WC: 1,701
Warning(s): none
"Megs!" you call out, standing by the front door awaiting the dark-haired boy's arrival. He soon shuffles around the corner from his room, throwing a bag over his shoulder with a tired expression on his face.
His father turns to watch him walk in, crossing his arms as he leans against the counter. "The hell were you doing in there that took you so long?"
"Nothing," Megumi grumbles, moving to brush past the two of you to rush to the door. "I just wanted to look presentable, that's all."
"So you took thirty minutes to get ready?" Toji quirks a brow.
"Believe it or not, dad, some would say that's not enough time to get ready in the morning."
"Not at all, actually," you agree.
Toji tugs the corner of his mouth in judgment. " Well, you should know," he says to you. "You spend at least ten years in the bathroom when we have somewhere to go."
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "That's such an overreaction. I never take any longer than an hour." Megumi and his father exchange knowing looks and you place your hand on your hip. "What?"
"Don't worry baby," Toji assures you. "It's okay to be in denial."
"We've timed it before. The last time we all went out to dinner as a family, you took two and a half hours to get dressed," Megumi adds.
"That's only because I had to shower and pick out an outfit then do my hair and makeup," you defend.
"Isn't that a little overkill? It takes me half that time to shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and get some homework done."
"Whatever. Your sister would understand," you sigh.
"Unfortunately, she may be worse than you."
"Women," Toji tsks. You slap his bicep and he pretends to flinch, smirking down at you playfully. "Ouch."
"Alright, well, I'm ready now. I don't wanna be late," the sixteen year old says, turning back to reach for the door handle.
"Ah ah ah, wait!" you stop him. "You're not going anywhere without me getting a good look at you. Turn around, I wanna see how the uniform fits."
Megumi lowers his head and complies, turning back around stiffly for you to admire him. You press your hand to your lips to conceal your smile, eyes gleaming with pride as you look over the sharp navy jacket and pants he adorns.
"Awwww," you coo. "It fits perfectly! How does it feel?"
"Pretty good," Megumi nods, moving his arm around slightly to show his mobility in the fabric. "It's comfortable too. It shouldn't be a problem during missions."
"I still can't believe how quickly time has gone by," you muse. "You're already going into your first year at Jujutsu High! Are you excited?"
"You better be," Toji grunts. "Your uncle Gojo hasn't gotten off my ass about your enrollment for years. At least now, he'll finally shut up."
"I still don't understand why I have to have him as a teacher. He's such a moron, I doubt he'll teach us anything useful," Megumi mumbles.
"Moron or not, he's the strongest sorcerer of the modern age and he's helped out so much. I'm sure he'll be able to give you a good experience," you say positively.
"We talkin' about the same Gojo here? The one who trashed my house playing tag with Megumi and the dogs in the living room?" Toji points out and his son grits his teeth at the memory.
"Oh come on, Satoru was like twenty one back then. I can only imagine the crazy shit you've with the kids when you were raising them," you tease.
"You don't even want to know," Megumi exhales.
"Please, you came out just fine, didnât ya?â Toji says, reaching out his hand to ruffle at Megumi's spiky hair. The teen recoils, craning his head away and shielding himself with his arm.
"Quit it. I'm not five anymore."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're all grown up now, I know. Gonna be a first-grade sorcerer before I can even blink an eye."
"Who said that I would be first grade? I'm only a first year."
"Yeah, and look at who your pops is," Toji grins. "Plus, you got an advantage that I never had. You'll do just fine."
Megumi hums indifferently, doubting himself momentarily but accepting the words nonetheless. "Alright, are we ready?"
"No, not yet!" you pull out your phone quickly and open the camera. "I need to get pictures."
The blue-eyed boy slumps. "(Y/n), I gotta go."
"I know, I know, just a few," you promise, holding your camera up to capture his awkward figure in the frame. "Okay, smile."
Megumi doesn't, and of course you don't actually expect him to. Instead, he calmly stares at the camera with his arms at his sides, unsure of what to do with themselves. Toji moves to stand behind you, leaning down to take a peak at the million pictures you're snapping.
"Toji, go stand with him so I can get one with the both of you."
The two groan simultaneously. "Doll, can we just focus on gettin' the kid to school?"
"It's fine. His stuff is already moved into his dorm. We have time."
"But-"
"Shut up and go stand with your son, now," you glare firmly up at the green-eyed man and he huffs.
"Yes, ma'am."
Toji raises a hand to his hip and tilts his head boredly as he stands beside Megumi, the two of them sharing the exact same blank stare as they look into the camera. You squeal happily. "You two are so cuteee!"
"We done, now?"
"No, I wanna get one more with Megs, and then I'm good." The boys give you a look, but you wave them off. "I mean it! Gosh, here Toji. Take our picture."
Toji obliges, grabbing your phone from your hand as you rush over to the tall boy. His expression melts into serenity as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean your head against his arm, smiling widely at the camera as a hint of a smile touches Megumi's lips.
Toji's heart warms at the sight, watching the way his son grows comfortable in your presence. The picture of the two of you looks so natural t to him like you are meant to be a part of his family, which he knows you are.
He snaps the photo and nods. "Got it."
You exhale, turning to face Megumi. You brush your hands over his shoulders to straighten his jacket, ridding it of any lint and wrinkles. "Okay, Megumi, please remember to be safe."
"I know. I will," he nods.
"And don't be too reckless when it comes to training."
"I won't."
"And try to make friends. I know how easy it is for you to push others away."
"I'll try."
You press your lips together with a final sigh, looking over Megumi's face warmly. You wrap your arms safely around him into a hug, your emotions getting the best of you. You have spent the past year caring for Megumi like your own, and watching him head off to achieve his goals makes your heart swell with joy and fear all the same.
"Text me or your father or Tsumiki if you need anything. Anything at all," you tell him. He returns your hug gently.
"Okay," he chuckles lightly and you pull away. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"...I know you will..." you pout. "Okay, I'll let you go. Good luck. I hope you have an amazing first day. I'll see you at the end of the week, yeah?"
"Mhm. I'll call you to let you know how the day went later."
"Please do."
Toji hands you back your phone and walks toward the door with Megumi. "Let's get a move on," he says. He leans over quickly to peck your lips farewell. "I'll be back in a few."
"Don't speed, Toji."
"Speeding gets you places quicker," he winks and you suck your teeth disapprovingly. Megumi opens the door, his dad gripping the frame.
"Bye, boys. Stay out of trouble," you wave, eyes glassy as you watch Megumi walk out.
"See ya, doll."
"Bye, mum."
The three of you freeze the second the words hit the air, everyone stilling in their tracks.
You feel your heart burst as overwhelming happiness consumes you. Megumi keeps his face forward, hiding his reddening cheeks as he processes what he has just said. Toji stares at the back of his son's head, eyes wide, before he turns to look at you to find your shocked, giddy face.
You don't have any time to reply when Megumi clears his throat suddenly, sweat dotting his forehead, and he walks rigidly out of the house and swiftly down the hall without looking back.
Toji stays behind, keeping an eye on you when you look up at him, stunned. "Did he just...?" you murmur.
"Yep."
Your eyes immediately well with tears and your lips wobble, your hands flying over your mouth. "He sees me as his mom?" you whisper.
Toji chuckles, ducking down to you with his hand still gripping the door. "Of course he does. He's always adored you. Him and Tsumiki."
"I'm gonna cry."
The assassin chuckles softly, pressing his thumb to the corner of your eye gently. "You're already cryin.'"
"Shut up," you sniff. "God, I love those kids so much. I just wanna give him all the hugs in the world."
"And you'll be able to. There isn't a better woman on this planet to be there for the kids," he kisses your cheek. "That's why I plan t'marry you someday."
"Fuck you, Toj. You're gonna make me cry even more."
"Sorry, baby. Can't help talkin' about it," he leans back to the doorway. "Let me get the kid squared away and make sure he's not dyin' of embarrassment, then I'll be back to talk to ya about makin' this official."
"You're being for real?"
"Of course I am."
You lower your hands and beam. "Tell Megumi I love him and get back here soon."
"I will," he hums. "But I thought you said no speeding?"
"Just- make sure the two of you at least get to the school in one peace."
He smirks. "Will do, doll."
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Can we have mamaguro and toji go to megumis school sports day event where the kids parents go against each other. Mamaguro wins amongst that games thats for mama's. And well toji yk guys đđźđ¤˛đđź
âđđ đđđđ. dad!toji x wife!female reader. fluff, one mention of angsty-ish thing. suggestive comment. reader gets called âmama / ma, prettyâ
âwoah, mamaâs so fast!â megumi points at you with his tiny finger, watching as you participate in a 400 metres relay race. toji stands right beside the preschooler, grinning from ear to ear as he watches you go.
to say youâre competitive is an understatement. both toji and you have done your best to win all events the parents could participate in during your kidâs sports event. it may not be that serious to the other parents, though for you two, it is.
seeing megumiâs face light up and hearing his giggles whenever toji or you win a competition is all the reward needed for your hard work.
âoh yeah, yâr mama is gonna get that win,â your husband nods proudly. he crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes following your figure as you speed across the other mothers that are participating. tojiâs attention is caught by a little hand tugging at his sweatpants.
he raises an eyebrow as he sees the way megumiâs reaching his arms out to him. âhah, little brat. câmere,â toji lets out a chuckle before scooping megumi up, placing the clingy preschooler on his shoulders.
your gaze is set right ahead, body moving as quick as it could. your ears pick up on two familiar voices, your eyes catching a glimpse of toji and megumi at the sidelines. you smile at the two while you run. you donât have to look back to keep track of where your opponents are. youâre too fast for them anyway.
âyeahhh, thaâs my fuckinâ wife!â toji yells above everyone else, embarrassing you a little. though, it sure did boost your energy levels and your legs move in an even faster tempo. the other parents look at toji with a frown, some whisper about his vulgar choice of words around little children, but he simply couldnât care less.
megumi tries to imitate his dad and throws his hands in the air, waving at you with a big smile. âthatâs my mama!â the little child shouts at the top of his lungs, having the time of his life. heâs been having fun all day with toji and you, his popularity under his classmates increasing because of the outstanding performances of his parents.
you laugh to yourself as you hear their encouragements. you glance over at them as they stand near the finish line, just waiting for you to pass over it. you wave at them whilst youâre running and watch as megumi happily waves back with both arms.
âmamaaaaa!â the small boy squeals, kicking his legs. he looks at you with big, sparkling eyesâcheering once you cross over the finish line. toji joins in and whistles, impressed by your performance. he walks over to you as you catch your breath.
âhowâd i do?â you ask your husband with a smirk. toji nods, humming in satisfaction. he feels megumi squirm around on his shoulders, so he lets the preschooler down. toji faces you again and pinches your cheek in a loving yet teasing gesture, âamazing, ma. yâ did well.â
megumi runs up to you once heâs free and hugs your leg. you giggle and crouch down to hug him. âmamaâs so fast. and so cool,â your son exclaims and mimics how you ran, making noises to indicate how fast you were going, âlikeâwoosh, woosh!â
âhaha, thank you,â you giggle and kiss megumiâs forehead. a teacher comes up to you and gives you your gold medal for winning first place, a big number one on the middle of the metal. you put the medal around megumiâs neck instead, clearly seeing his eyes light up once you do.
toji follows the gesture and puts all the medals heâs won around his sonâs neck as well. those were quite a few since tojiâs competitve and athletic self had won every round of the parent matches heâs participated on. out of all the dads present, heâs won most games.
âthere yâ go,â toji comments in a proud tone. megumi laughs happily and jumps up and down in place to show his excitement. he sees a couple of his friends nearby and scurries over to them, going to brag about how heâs got the best parents.
your husband hands you a bottle while he keeps an eye on megumi. âthank you,â you nod and take a couple sips of the refreshing cold water. you catch toji glancing at you, looking you up and down. thatâs when you already know that whateverâs going to come from his mouth, is going to be out of pocket.
âyâknow, while ya ran out there, i couldnât help but stare at that fat ass ofââ
you smack tojiâs chest, a warning for him to not finish that sentence. youâre too embarrassed by his words to even look at him properly. âdonât say such stuff in front of literal children,â you whisper shout with a flustered expression on your face.
toji playfully rolls his eyes at your comment. he wanted to give your behind a smack - an appreciative âwell doneâ gesture - but he refrains from doing so. he wraps an arm around your waist instead and squeezes your side.
âugh maaann, who cares about these little brats,â toji complains and leans his head down to your level, kissing your temples gently. he smirks and gives your lips a quick kiss, âi just wanna appreciate my sexy wife.â
you canât help but crack a faint smile after tojiâs last comment. you kiss him back quickly, keeping an eye out on your son, whoâs cluelessly showing his classmates all the medals around his neck.
âwe made the kid quite popular,â toji hums as he sees the same thing you have. it warms his heart to see his son enjoy his childhood like this. so carefree, so loved. megumiâs got both of you, both loving parents, which brings the dark-haired man a sense of peace.
tojiâs glad that he can give his son everything he couldnât have as a child. that also means participating in megumiâs school events and the like of it. heâs never had anyone supporting him as a kid and he never wants the same to happen to your child.
âyeah, he deserves it,â you say with a fond smile. as long as megumiâs protected and loved, the rest is fine. youâre glad that heâs taking the opportunity to interact with his classmates, considering heâs usually a bit shy and quiet.
while youâre watching megumi, tojiâs staring at you. thereâs a subtle smile tugging at his lips because of your own content expression. he looks back at his kid and sighs in relief.
all that hard work was worth it if it meant to have both his wife and son enjoy themselves.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#toji x you#toji x y/n#jjk fluff#toji fluff
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bakugouâs never been happier to do this alongside you.
The sound of Bakugouâs ringtoneâspecifically one for those callsâthe kind that only came when villains decided to cause trouble at ungodly hoursâjolted him awake on the second ring. The kind that meant neither of you were getting any more sleep.
He groaned loudly, his voice raspy from sleep. âSon of aââ He didnât even finish the curse as he snatched his phone and squinted at the glowing screen. âWhat the hell is it this time?â
Beside him, you stirred, mumbling groggily as you pulled the blanket over your head. âIs it another one?â you asked sleepily, your voice muffled.
Bakugou ignored you for the moment, his phone pressed to his ear as the barking voice of the dispatcher filled the room. His brows furrowed deeper, his scowl turning deadly as he listened to the report. âVillains in the old district? At this hour? Those bastards donât sleep or somethinâ? Yeah, yeahâI got it. Weâll be there.â
He slammed the phone down on the bed, letting out a deep sigh as he scrubbed a hand down his face. âGoddamn it. I hate this stupid job.â
You let out a small laugh beneath the blanket. âLiar.â
Bakugou glared at the lump of fabric that was youâhis partner. âWhatâd you just say?â
âYou heard me,â you teased, peeking out just enough for him to see the drowsy smile on your faceâwhich can barely be seen with the dim light of the moonlight outside the bedroom window. âYou love this job, Kats. Youâd combust without it.â
âLike hell I would,â he muttered, standing up and running a hand through his already messy hair. âIâm only outta bed âcause I donât trust those extras not to screw up.â
âYouâre up because you want to. Big difference.â
âWhatever.â Bakugou shot you a glance over his shoulder. âHurry your ass up. Donât got time for you to sit there all cozy like we ainât got villains to blow up.â
You didnât budge.
âGive me two minutes. I just need toâhey!â
Bakugou had moved without warning, stomping back to the bed and scooping you up in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised squeak as he effortlessly picked you up, blanket and all, and cradled you against his chest.
âKatsuki!â you protested, trying to wriggle free. âWhat are you doing?!â
âShut up,â he grumbled, barely sparing you a glance as he carried you toward the door. âYouâre slow as hell when youâre tired. Thisâll save time.â
âYou canât just carry me every time we get called in!â
âWatch me.â
He stomped down the hallway, his bare feet thudding against the wooden floor, while his voice dipped into a string of curses. âStupid villains. Stupid middle-of-the-night calls. Stupid hero work. Iâm gonna blast whoeverâs causing this into the next century.â
You couldnât hold back your laughter now, your head falling back against his shoulder. âYou sound like a cranky old man.â
âKeep talkinâ and Iâm droppinâ you,â Bakugou threatened. âWhy the hell are you laughinâ? Think this is funny?â
âVery. Youâre like my happy pill.â
âYeah? And youâre heavy,â he grumbled, though the way he carried you effortlessly said otherwise.
âExcuse me?!â
A corner of Bakugouâs mouth quirked up as he looked down at you, amusement flickering in his eyes despite his perpetual scowl. âI didnât say nothinâ. Quit wastinâ time.â
You smiled against his shoulder, listening to him grumble about this whole ordeal. He sounded pissedâlike the world had wronged him personally by waking you two upâbut you could see the truth in his actions. His grip was steady, his movements careful as he carried you to where your hero gear was waiting. It was such a Bakugou thing to do: grumble and complain, but still take care of you without hesitation.
By the time you make it to the gear room, Bakugou carefully sets you down on your feet. You wobbled slightly from the sudden shift, and Bakugouâs hand instinctively shot out to steady you.
âOi, donât fall on me now.â
âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â you murmured, rubbing your eyes before turning to grab your hero suit. âYouâre way too grumpy for someone who just carried me all the way here. Admit itâyou love being a hero.â
âDonât put words in my mouth.â
âYou do, though,â you teased, already halfway into your gear. âI know you do.â
Bakugou clicked his tongue, but he didnât argue. Instead, his voice softened just enough to make you pause. âI wouldnât do this job if it meant leavinâ you to deal with shit alone.â
You stilled, looking at him from the corner of your eye. He was standing by the doorway now, fully suited up and waiting for you, his face set in his usual determined scowl. But something about the way he looked at you, about the small, unspoken truths in his words, made your chest feel warm.
âYâknow, youâre so sweet to me at the most inconvenient times. Why canât you say things like that when I donât look like Iâve been ran over by a truck because Iâm sleep deprived?â
âDie.â
âIs that your way of saying you love me too, Ka-tsu-ki?â
He scoffed. âHurry up, dumbass. Weâve got work to do.â
âHa! You didnât deny it, so Iâll take that as a yes.â
âShut up, youâre annonyinâ.â
You smiled faintly, finishing the last of your preparations before walking over to him. âBut you love me.â
âOf fucking course,â Bakugou said, opening the door and stepping out into the brisk night air. âLetâs go. Those idiots could only hold out for so long âcause they really had to call us in.â
You followed close behind, still smiling to yourself as you fell into step next to him. Despite his grumbles, despite the curses under his breath, Bakugou had never been happier. Because at the end of the day, no matter how ungodly the hour, you were always thereâand as far as he was concerned, nothing else mattered.
Because he loves this jobâespecially when heâs doing it alongside you.
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âroomatesâ with satoru gojo
 this is part five of my kinktober event!
word count: 2.3k
warnings: nsfw, roomate au, fingering, gojo has a nasty mouth, pwp!, virgin reader, overstim. (18+ mdni!)
notes: i love the idea of actor and roomate gojo so much,,, may talk about it later. uploading early again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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having the satoru gojo as your roommate is quite the experience.
it was oddâ
you had known satoru in college, always somehow getting stuck in the same overflow housing on campus. you had gotten to know each other well, being forced to live with the other off and on. after he had gotten his degree in dramaâand you got your degree in a successful STEM majorâhe proposed moving in together. you needed a place off campus, and he needed someone to room with, because rent was too high for him to afford on his own as a budding actor.
things were fine for a while, daily routines consisted of seeing one another regularly. but then satoru had his first big gig. he disappeared for months, needed for a last minute replacement. he told you about the role; a younger version of a strongâno, the strongestâsorcerer. apparently, he got to play his part in a dramatic friendship breakup, which you figured perfectly suited the way satoru acted normally.
his fame quickly rose, with the series being released only a few months later. after that, satoru never really came around all that often; you saw him maybe twice a month, if you got lucky. but even after that, satoru stayed in the apartment. you didnât mind, honestly, he kept up with his side of the rent plus some.
but the really odd part?
your social media feed.
every social wouldnât shut up about himââupcoming star, satoru gojo makes an impact in new tv series,â âheâs so hot, iâd let him do whatever he wanted,â âI NEED HIM,â
and yeah, maybe curiosity got the best of you when you searched up the fanfictionâbut hey, people seemed like they would kill to be in your position. the creative minds of those online made you see your goofy, struggling artist of a roommate in a different light. the way they wrote about his chest, and how smooth and toned it is, or his sparkly blue eyes and how they could make clothes fall of with just a look. recently, satoru had shared in an interview his fingers are 6 inches, and boy did people go feral over that.
they focused on every part. his soft fingertips, and how lengthy his fingers actually are the more you look at them. the subtle veins that ran over the back of his hand and up his arm. his middle and ring finger, how nicely they slide in and out, hitting that spot, coaxing you towardâ
âwhatcha readinâ?â
the abrupt question shocks you out of your trance, making you yelp and practically throw your phone across the room. it lands face down beside your vanity, earning a loud thud when it hits the floor. your heart speeds up as you turn to face your roommate, internal temperature rapidly rising.
âjesus, satoru! what are you doing home?â you ask, praying that he wouldnât take it upon himself to grab your phone for you.
âitâs my apartment, too, yâknow,â he retorts, throwing his hands on his hips dramatically. âiâm gonna be here for a few days, if you donât mind.â every word off his tongue is laced in sarcasm. itâs annoying.
and just as you try to reply, gojo swoops to the other side of the room to grab your phone, intently staring at the screen before you can even say, âstop!â you want to run away because you just know heâs reading pure filth about himself that you looked up. but you find yourself unable to move whatsoever, only able to watch in horror as your roommate reads fanfiction about himself. immediately, a sly grin overcomes satoruâs expression, and his eyes flicker from the phone to you over his sunglasses.
âthis is pretty detailed stuff,â satoru teases. youâre able to tell he is in fact reading whatever you had pulled up on your phone, because heâs taking his sweet time scrolling and reading through all the divine things said about his hands.
âstop, satoru,â you whine, pathetically reaching for your phone. gojo holds it out of your reach, of course, and even though you almost came to grab your phone that was almost touching the ceiling, you canât quite reach it. âplease just go away,â you sigh, giving up and flopping back down on your mattress. you can only look on, still mortified, as satoru continues scrolling.
after a few heavy minutes and some more comments on your choice of fiction to read, he throws your phone back on the bed next to you, placing his hands on his hips once more.
âhow long were you gonna keep that from me?â
ânever really planned on telling you, satoru. leave me alone.â you reply, grabbing your phone so itâs out of gojoâs reach.
âyou couldâve just askedâ,â
âgo awayâhuh?â you furrow your brows and look at the taller man, whoâs sassily posed next to your bed, âdonât fuck with me like that.â
âiâm not.â he assures you.
satoru wasnât joking. in fact, he had never been more serious in his life. heâd always thought you were pretty â more like drop dead, breathtakingly beautiful â but never mustered up the courage to talk to you about it. you were his friend, his roommate. he didnât want to scare you off. but all chances of him not scaring you off were thrown out the window because he knew you wanted him now.
so, yes, he did what he did with every other girlâencouraging a hot make-out session after you got over the embarrassment of what was on your phone. you hadnât had a chance to think about all those stories you read online, because it was all happening to you in real time.
with your lips in a permanent lock, satoru takes his time rubbing his hands all over your body, grabbing your waist, flipping up the skirt you had worn in the previous hours to run errandsâ
âwait,â you labored out, breathing heavy as you pushed your roommateâs shoulders away from you, âiâve neverâi havenâtâŚâ your words are tripping over themselves into silence as you try to explain to your â gorgeous, famous, actor â roommate that youâre a virgin.
queue satoruâs head almost exploding. he swears then and there that his nose shouldâve started to bleed, and his face turned an awful shade of red at the news. it was unfathomable in his mind that you, his smoking-hot roommate, was a virgin. he swore he saw you come home with your ex-boyfriend plenty of timesâŚbut maybe you were saving yourself, or something.
âstop looking at me like that. you were a virgin too.â you scoff at his ogling, crossing your arms over your chest. youâre still trapped against your headboard, the sheer size of satoru making you stay in one place. your legs are draped over his thighs, not quite straddling but close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off of your clothed pussy.
âdo you want me to finger you?â
the crude question rolls off his tongue with ease, and you smack his shoulder with the palm of your hand in return. but again, heâs being serious. it takes you a few seconds to realize heâs being serious, he wants to finger you and itâs written all over his face.
after a few moments and shocked blinks, you nod your head.
satoruâs nosebleed actually happens whenever he gets you in position; youâre laid back with your legs on top of his, knees pressing into his waist. he just stares in utter disbelief at how cute and sexy you look, flustered all because of him. he runs the pad of his thumb over the mound in your panties, relishing in how soft, warm and damp you are. he canât take his eyes away from how his thumb presses into the flesh, pushing down just to watch how his thumb gets swallowed by it.
âsatoruâyour nose is bleeding,â you gruffly state, snapping the white-haired man back to reality. one hand stays pressed to you while he lifts the other one to wipe under his nose with the back of his wrist.
low and behold, a few droplets of blood smear on the back of his wristâbut heâs too entranced by you to care. he looks back in your eyes, wiping his face with his shirt grossly.
âiâm okayâcan i take them off?â satoru asks, almost politely if he wasnât bleeding from the nose at how horny he is. his fingers hook into the waistband, eagerly awaiting your nervous little nod that you give him. he rips the thin fabric off your legs, taking it upon himself to lift you up and move your legs so he can toss your panties to the side of the room.
your immediate response is to snap your thighs together, but satoru quickly stops you and holds your legs open, forcing you to show your most intimate area to him. he drools over how pretty it looks, folds spread open and glistening, a perfect display of anatomy. heâs in love with the view alone. a prominent tent pokes in his sweatpants, but he ignores the feeling to focus on the task at hand.
âstop staring,â you meekly speak up, eyes looking anywhere else but at your celebrity roommate.
satoruâs bright irises look up at you before asking, âcan i?â with the looks of a child begging for a piece of candy. after another quick, nervous nod, satoru swipes his thumb over your hole, then all the way up to over your clit. the sensation makes you wriggle and gasp, itâs odd being touched by someone elseâbut it feels good, even better than alone. natural lubrication practically drips off your pussy, so prettily, and satoru continues dragging his thumb up and down, paying close attention to how you whimper or move around when he gets to the bundle of nerves poking out.
you feel particularly needy at his ministrations, theyâre so slow and it leaves you aching for more when he moves to less sensitive parts of your cunt. every time your eyes flash to gojo, heâs completely locked on whatâs between your plush thighs, making you all the more embarrassed. embarrassment is thrown away, though, when his middle and ring fingers close together and creep up to slowly rub your clit.
your body jolts and satoru silently giggles, god, youâre so sensitive for him, he might go insane. he finds it simply endearing how well you react to him. each small circle he draws over your bud makes your thighs twitch and hole clench, and from his view, he can see it all perfectly. satoruâs eyes look up at you for once, just to see your head thrown back on the pillow and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth to silence yourself.
âdonât be quiet, babe,â he says, and your eyes snap open to be brought back to reality.
âwhâuuht?â you drawl, mind hazy and foggy from just the little bit of pleasure he was providing. but as your mouth is open, he speeds his fingers up, forcing you to practically yell out, âsatoruâwait!â
âi wanna hear you,â gojo taunts, his voice light and happy, not at all giving the impression he was playing with your cunt.
he does not wait, or slow down, he only continues to quicken the pace of which his fingers circle your clit. he feels accomplished when you finally begin to let out little moans and suck in air through your teeth, knowing the feeling of his finger pads was becoming all too much. this was the type of thing he lived forâmaking cute, inexperienced girls (you) lose their mind from pleasure.
itâs the type of pleasure that you werenât able to achieve yourself; it made the bottoms of your feet tingle, and your legs move on their ownâand the familiar feeling of an orgasm was quickly building up. the knot in your lower abdomen grows tighter and more intense, making you whine and thrash below your roommate.
satoruâs other hand comes down to prod his index finger at your tight hole, an unfamiliar feeling to youâespecially as itâs being done by someone else. he pushes his finger in, causing another yelp to come from the back of your throatâbut it doesnât hurt. gently fucking you with just the tip of his finger, satoruâs hand focused on your clit speeds up more.
âmmâsatoru, think iâm close,â your words are rushed as you warn him, but his movements donât falter in the slightest.
âyeah? gonna cum on my fingers?â he teases, âgonna cream all my hand?ââand if you werenât already so close, you wouldâve kicked him out at the taunting. instead, you throw your arms over your face and try your best to hold back the feelingâwanting it to last as long as possible. he slowly pushes his finger in more and more, gradually coming to fuck you with one thin, long finger. the first bit heâs fully inside, itâs uncomfortable, but the pressure fades the more he plays with you. the bubble of your orgasm grows and grows until youâre about to topple over the edge.
âiâm gonna cum,â the words come out your mouth in a long, sultry stringâ satoruâs never heard anyone sound so good while telling him that.
âyeah, thatâs itâcome on, baby,â satoru encourages you, his voice having dropped multiple octaves to sound a million times more sexy â far from the satoru youâd come to know. his words force the orgasm to crash over you, your body continually jolting and stutteringâbeginning to fight satoru because he doesnât stop.
âiâi finishedâstop, satoruâohmygodâ,â you stutter out, and satoru presses his elbows against your thigh, rendering you immobile.
âyouâre so sensitive, princess,â satoru teases again, and you catch his eyes in a downright primal stare,
âgonna make you cum on my fingers again, baby.â
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brat!
warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v sex, public sex, unprotected (wrap it up please), spanking, pussy slapping, creampie, neck kissing, biting, kissing, choking, hair pulling.
pairings: moody!gf x dom!bf!jj
requested by this ask, might have went a little overboard, but hopefully you like it. (thank you anonđ¤) đ
all day, you had been in a mood. for seemingly no reason to jj. every time he made a joke or poked ur shoulder teasingly, it earned him a scowl in return.
but really, you were angry because jj looked so good and you were sexually frustrated. it surely wasn't helping that girls were eyeing him like he was eye candy. he was yours. not theirs. so why were they always staring so hard?
its not like you meant to snap at everyone. you were just in a bad mood, and you just wish jj would take you back to the chateau and pound you into the mattress of his bed.
the thought made you clench your thighs, and since you two weren't at home, you couldn't fulfill your need.
when kiara came up to you with a crate of beers, it snapped you out of your thoughts. you look up at her with a unknowingly harsh look.
kiara looks confused by the way your looking at her, but she leaves it alone "want a beer?" she asks, already pulling one out for you.
"mhm." you hum, taking the beer without saying thank you. jj watched this interaction and rolled his eyes.
when you come back over to sit on jjs lap, he wraps his arm around your waist. "whats got u in a mood mama?" he asks, with a small smirk on his face.
"shut up jj." you bite back, with a irritated expression on your face, cleary expressing you aren't in the mood for his jokes.
his smirk fades and he looks at you, sitting up with you still sat on his lap. "im sick of your shit. now talk to me and tell me whats wrong with you." he forces you to look at him with a firm grip on your chin
when hes met with more silence, he lets out a deep exhale. "get up." he says, while patting ur ass.
you slowly get up, not knowing what jjs next move was.
he stands up and guides you towards the boat, the rest of the pogues were out riding waves, and drinking beers so the boat was free.
it was parked on a secluded part of the beach where no one went. he helps you onto the boat, and then he bends you over, your ass in the air in front of him.
"j-" you start to protest, but before you can get a word out, he interrupts you with a small 'tsk' noise, and spreads ur legs.
you can hear the faint sound of his shorts unzipping and it makes your heart race. your finally getting what you've been craving all day.
"yeah y' think im stupid baby? i know what y' want. y' jus want some dick, yeah?" he snorts from behind you, positioning himself at your entrance raw.
when hes met with silence again, he smacks your ass hard enough to leave a handprint on it. "answer me, mama. got you all wet and needy for my dick, yeah?"
you moan and tug your bottom lip between your teeth at the sting of the slap. "yeah. jus' needed u jayjay."
he smirks, satisfied with his answer, pushing his girthy length inside of your hole and starts to thrust slowly at first, but quickening the pace.
he groans, "y' so tight baby. squeezin' me an' shit." you can feel his balls slapping against your clit in time with his thrusts.
he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back so he can turn your head to sloppily kiss you, as his dick plunges you even deeper from the position.
his kisses trail down to your neck, and he starts to nip at it, leaving little bite marks.
he lets go of your hair to wrap that hand around your neck instead, squeezing your throat enough to make you feel the pressure, but not quite hurt you.
he thrusts faster, grunting in your ear. "'m gonna cum in this pussy. thas' what u wanted, hm? jus wanted my cum in ur pretty little hole?"
you now have drool, trickling down your chin, your eyes in the back of your head as your ass jiggles with the impact of each of his thrusts.
you breathe out a "yes..."
he move his other hand down to your pussy to slap your clit a few times; knowing it turns you on. "cmon baby, cum for me." he coos.
with a few more of his deep thrusts, you cum around his cock, your pussy convulsing around him. you cry out, riding out your orgasm, as you feel him rubbing slow circles on your nub.
he spills his load into your pussy, groaning as his thick ropes of cum spread around inside of you.
after a few moments, he's still panting softly, but he lets go of your throat.
"don't ever catch a fucking attitude with me again." he pats your cheek
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 12: Fire In My Veins
Summary: Your heat begins. Luckily you have a good alpha to take care of you during your most vulnerable time.Â
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, oral fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, knotting, spanking (itâs like once), fluids so many fluids, heat cycles, mating cycles, lots of talk of breeding and mating, biting, brief mention of blood, this is gross yâall, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, language, and of course a little fluff
A/N: It was quite the ordeal, this chapter, and it's come a long way from when I first wrote it between Sunday and Monday this week. It's pretty much just smut so enjoy!!
The smut starts after the first scene and goes to the end, so only read up to the first green line if you donât want the smut. Youâre not missing much, just Price biting the reader to claim her, but Iâll talk more about that in the next chapter.
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âYou alright, love?âÂ
You look up from where you had been staring at the floor, suddenly pulled back into the real world by Gazâs voice. He had been organizing the nutrient bars and electrolyte bottles in your room while you sat and dissociated to the sound of rustling paper bags.Â
You stare at his furrowed brows and worried eyes for a moment before averting your gaze with a nod. âYeah.âÂ
The carpet under your feet has never looked quite so interesting before.
Gaz moves to sit next to you on the bed, sinking down onto the mattress with a sigh. âNervous?âÂ
You nod in response, clutching the strawberry pillow in your arms tighter against your chest.Â
âYouâll be alright.â Gaz says, his hand warm as it presses against your back. âIâm gonna take good care of you, yeah? Both you and Price. Iâll be right outside that door, and Iâll be in and out too. Dr. Kellerâs ready in case something happens, but I donât think anything will.â He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close against him. âYouâre in good hands.âÂ
âThereâs no going back after this.â You say, leaning into his side.Â
âNo, I donât think any of us would want to anyway.â He smiles down at your surprised face. âWhat? I thought that was obvious. We all want you as part of our pack. You are part of the pack already, at least in every way but officially. None of us would trade you for anything.â
Your eyes fill with tears at his words. You know itâs just the stress and the hormones and the impending heat that could start at any time, but his words reach some deep part of you that was worried that they were all faking, that they all actually hated you. His words calm you a bit, easing away that stress and fear that youâve been carrying for the last almost six weeks.Â
âCome now, none of that.â Gaz says, wiping the tear that trails down your cheek. âCanât afford getting dehydrated now.âÂ
You canât help but laugh, even though you know heâs right. Youâve had so much liquid over the last couple days you feel as though you might burst at any second. It was necessary, considering the amount of fluid you were about to lose.Â
Gaz leans down, kissing all over your face. You giggle, falling back on your bed to try and escape, but he follows you, continuing to plant little kisses all over your face and neck.Â
âKyle!â You shriek, giggling as his kisses tickle your skin.Â
He pauses, leaning up so youâre eye to eye, a grin on his face. âYou called me Kyle.âÂ
âThat is your name, isnât it?â You say, blinking up at him.Â
âYeah.â He chuckles. âYou can call me Kyle as much as youâd like, love.â He says as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours.
You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in place as you kiss him back. His arm snakes beneath you, pressing you tightly against his chest. He groans quietly into your lips, body taught against yours. You can feel every part of him, the muscles under his shirt, the strength of his thighs. Your head is spinning, and you know itâs mostly due to your impending heat.Â
You let out a quiet whine as his lips leave yours, trailing down your neck to your shoulder. He leaves a scalding kiss over your scent gland, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin.Â
âCanât wait to see the mark,â He murmurs against your skin, a quiet whimper leaving your lips as your body begins to warm a little. âWhen Price claims you, makes you his.âÂ
âFuck.â You breathe, a shudder running through your whole body.Â
Kyle chuckles, sucking a mark on your collarbone. âYou wonât be just his, though, huh? Gonna be ours.âÂ
You let out a whine at his words, your fingers trailing up the back of his neck. He lets out a quiet groan, his body shuddering as you tease the sensitive skin. You feel lightheaded and dizzy from the rapidly shifting hormones of your pre-heat. Youâre very close to the start. Any day now you could wake in a sweat with an insatiable ache between your thighs. You're like a ticking time bomb, but neither of the demolition experts you now live with can disarm you.Â
If only it could be so easy.Â
Kyle presses one last kiss to your lips before he pulls back, smiling down at you. âYouâll be alright. Iâll make sure of it.âÂ
You canât help but believe him, especially with those big brown eyes staring down at you.Â
Itâs sweltering. A fire has started beneath your skin, flames licking your veins, your very cells scorching in the fiery inferno that has overtaken you. An arid desert has bloomed in your mouth, your tongue heavy and sticky. Sweat has slicked your skin, consciousness only bringing awareness to the dampness of your sheets and pajamas.Â
It also brings awareness to the pain.Â
Thereâs an intense ache between your legs, your pelvis cramping. Slick has coated your thighs, soaking through your pajama pants, the fabric clinging to your skin. Itâs too much, the sensations of your pajamas and the weight of the blankets nearly driving you to insanity. You need to be bare. Itâs too hot and the drag of the fabric across your skin makes you want to cry.Â
Not to mention the intense need burning through you.Â
The mattress protector crinkles as you shift on the bed, every movement taking an excess amount of energy as you attempt to tug your shirt off with fumbling fingers. Itâs like youâre moving in slow motion, your arms heavy and sluggish as you peel the fabric from your sticky skin, letting it fall to the floor. You lay there exhausted, body twitching as your temperature begins to spike. You blindly reach out, fingers trembling as they grasp at your phone. Your eyes are bleary as you blink rapidly at the too bright screen. You fumble with clumsy fingers on the screen, dialing the first number you see, not caring who it is.
âHello?âÂ
You let out a quiet whine at the rough voice, thick with sleep. You canât get your mouth to move, to form any words as you lay there pathetically, half undressed and soaked in sweat and slick. Thereâs an ache between your thighs, pulsing in time with your heart. Your free hand fumbles with your waistband, desperate to try and get your pants down, to remove the feeling of your underwear sticking to your slick folds.Â
âHelp.â You manage a single word, not even sure it was intelligible. You let out a frustrated whimper, your body not cooperating to lift your hips so you can pull down your pants.Â
A moment of silence passes before you get a response. âFuck, be right there, love.âÂ
The line clicks, and a moment later a door is opening down the hall. Youâre silently grateful you hadnât locked your door last night, as there was no way you would be able to get out of bed and make it across the floor. It opens just enough for the figure to slip in before he closes it, not wanting to let your scent freely flow down the hallway.Â
The light of the lamp on your nightstand accosts your eyes as itâs turned on, making you squint. You donât miss the way Kyleâs nose crinkles for a moment as he catches the sickly sweet, overwhelming aroma of your scent as it pours from your body. His hand is cool against your forehead as he brushes the stray strands of hair sticking to your skin back. Johnny had braided it last night at least to try and keep it out of the way.Â
âEasy.â He says quietly, shushing you as you whimper in need.Â
You let out a whine as Kyle pushes the blankets out of the way. Youâre incapable of caring that youâre half naked in front of him for the first time, and he pays it no mind. You tug uselessly at your pajama pants again, letting out a frustrated whine as you fail to shimmy them down your legs again. Kyle bats your hands away, slipping his fingers under the waistband and tugging the pants down your legs. You sigh in relief as the fabric is pulled away from your skin, a shiver running through you as the cool air hits your slicked folds.Â
Kyle gathers your clothes, adding them into the bag of things that would need to be washed as soon as your heat is over before he returns to your side.Â
âI need you to drink something for me, then Iâll go get Price, alright?â He says, kneeling down next to the bed as he grabs the electrolyte drink from your nightstand.Â
You flop against his chest as he slips an arm around you, helping prop you up. Your face presses into his neck, inhaling deeply. A whine of disappointment leaves your lips as you realize heâs not what you need, your omega dissatisfied with the scent of beta emanating from him.Â
âI know.â He says, easing you away from his neck. âJust drink this first and then you can have your alpha.âÂ
âAlpha.â You whimper, leaning against Kyleâs chest.Â
He helps you drink some of the sweet liquid, and you gulp it down, relieved as it eases some of the dryness in your mouth. He lets you drink half of the bottle before he pulls it away, setting it on the nightstand.Â
âGood girl.â He praises you, helping you lay back down against your pillow. âIâll go get Price. Iâll get your alpha.âÂ
You hum contently at the promise of whatâs coming, your omega practically screaming for her alpha, for some relief.Â
Kyle slips back out the door, your head buzzing as the intense arousal and need burning within you gets stronger. Your pussy is pulsing, slick dribbling out of you as the need to mate takes over. The primordial instinct to reproduce is strong, your omega clawing at your mind, screaming to be bred, screaming to be bred, to carry pups. You need your alpha. You need his knot.Â
You roll onto your stomach, pressing your hips into the mattress. You need something, anything to ease the aching pulse in your body. You begin to rut against the sheets, dragging your clit against the rough fabric. You let out a quiet whine as the friction sends pleasure shooting through you, a slight relief from the pain of your intense arousal.Â
The door opens, your head shooting up as the heavy scent of alpha washes over you. Your eyes dilate, a shudder traveling from your head to your toes as the familiar scent of damp earth laced with the musk of arousal invades your senses. You let out another whine as John approaches the bed, your hips still rutting desperately against the sheets. You look utterly ruined, wide eyed and sweat-slicked, panting like an animal in heat.Â
You are an animal in heat.Â
âLook at you.â John mumbles, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. He stands over you, watching the desperate movements of your hips for a moment. âNeedy little thing.â He teases, setting his phone on your nightstand before tugging his shirt over his head.Â
You watch as every inch of skin is revealed to you, lips parting as you take him in. The strength of his muscles, the softness of his stomach. You want to lick every inch of him. You want to roll around in his scent, cover yourself in his essence, mark every part of your body with him.Â
You arch into his touch as he drags a hand down your back, rough fingers following the line of your spine. You press your ass into his hand as he passes over it, fingers tugging your thighs apart. He groans again as a wave of your thick, sweet scent washes over him.Â
âLet me see you.â He growls, sweatpants hitting the floor.Â
You hear him, but youâre too busy staring at him in awe. More slick slips out of you at the sight of his cock, red and angry and painfully hard already. You can almost swear itâs pulsing in time with your pussy. A harsh gasp is pulled from your throat as he brings his hand down across your ass, the sound of skin striking skin loud enough to pull you back to reality.Â
âI said, present for your alpha.â He says, the rough rumble of his inner alpha coating the edges of his voice.Â
You whimper in response, scrambling up onto your hands and knees like a good omega for him as he kneels on the bed behind you. Â
âGood girl.â He rumbles, a pleased whine leaving your lips at his praise.Â
You push back into his hands as he cups your ass, his hand smoothing over the burning spot on the cheek heâd slapped. You canât feel the pain from it, far too lost in your heat-riddled brain to register anything but the need pulsing between your thighs and the alpha staring at your soaked pussy. Thumbs part your folds, slick dribbling onto the sheets as he stares at your pussy.Â
âSo fucking slick for me.â He groans, dragging a thumb along your slit.Â
âFor you alpha!â You gasp, pressing back harder against his hands.Â
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he drags his thumb through your folds again, pressing the digit against your clit. Your gasp is broken by a whimper, your clit already sensitive from you humping against your bed like a needy pup. You bend your top half down, relaxing against the mattress as you grind back against his hand. He lets you, keeping his hand still as he lets you work yourself to pleasure on your own.Â
âPlease! Please!â You beg, mind going numb with pleasure as his thumb brushes your clit with every rock of your hips. Your legs are already shaking, body trembling as the pleasure starts to build and build, the promise of relief coming at the hands of your alpha.Â
âEager little thing,â He rumbles, his breath fanning across your folds.Â
You moan as his tongue drags along your slit, tasting your slick. Your fingers sink into the sheets, holding on as his tongue prods your entrance, his mouth slurping at the slick dripping from you. Itâs obscene, but either of you care, both of you too lost in your need.Â
Your knees nearly give out, your pussy clenching around his tongue as he applies more pressure against your clit, drawing slow circles with his thumb. Heâs groaning against you, the quiet sound rumbling deep in his chest. Heâs losing his own sanity, his alpha taking over as your heat triggers his rut instincts. His alpha has to be screaming as much as your omega is to mate.Â
Your orgasm hits you suddenly, washing over you with a power that almost makes you black out. Slick spills out of you as your pussy flutters, soaking Johnâs face and beard in your juices. Heâs relentless, not giving you even a second as he continues to fuck you with his tongue as his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit. Your legs are shaking, eyes rolling as the pleasure continues to build. Despite your orgasm, itâs not enough. Your brain knows it and your body knows it. You need a knot before youâll be able to relax, before the pain and the need fades enough for your brain to relax.Â
Even then, it will only be for a moment.Â
âAlpha!â You whine, pushing back against his face, seeking out more.Â
John growls against your pussy, the sound vibrating into your very soul. You let out a whimper in response, clutching at the sheets desperately. He pulls away from your pussy, licking his lips. You wish you could see him, the way his face shines with your slick, his beard soaked with your release. He licks his lips, savoring every last taste of you he can get as he sinks his fingers into you.Â
You clamp down around the thick digits, a groan leaving his lips as you squeeze around him. Youâre desperate for another orgasm, another chance at relief from the blazing inferno under your skin, the painful need still pulsing in your pelvis.Â
âPlease, alpha!â You whine, bucking back against his hand. âHurts.â
He shushes you, continuing to fuck you with his fingers. The wet squelch of your pussy is loud in the small room, obscene and depraved, but you cannot bring yourself to care who might be able to hear as another orgasm rushes through your body. You whine in pleasure as slick dribbles out around his fingers, forced out by the fluttering of your walls. You canât stop, donât stop, as you continue to rock back against him. He watches you, holding his hand still as you fuck yourself on his fingers. Youâre still desperate for more, still needing the one thing he wonât give you yet.Â
He pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Your pussy is still pulsing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, still trying to clench around nothing. John curses as he drags his fingers through your folds, spreading your slick and your release across the sensitive skin.Â
âTell me what you need.â He rasps, the edges of his voice harsh as his alpha begins to take over.
âNeed your knot, alpha.â You whine, pushing your hips back, searching for anything that might offer some more relief. âPlease.â
He lets out a pleased rumble, shifting behind you. You bite your lip in anticipation and excitement, your body twitching as his rough hands smooth over the skin of your hips. His touch is electric, amplified by the sensitivity brought on by your heat. You want to feel him against you, you want to feel him inside of you. You need him, every fiber of your being, every cell in your body reaching out to him, inviting him in.Â
A quiet mewl escapes you as he drags the head of his cock through your folds, gathering your slick on his hard length. Your entire body flutters in anticipation as he pushes against your entrance, meeting no resistance as he presses into you. Your body aids him, relaxing around him as it welcomes the intrusion. Thereâs no pain, no discomfort as he stretches you open, aided by the copious slick that still seeps out around his cock. You practically shudder in relief as you finally get what you want, what you need.Â
Your alphaâs cock inside you.Â
His grip is tight on your hips as he begins to move, rocking his own hips as he presses deeper into you. He shifts his legs around yours, pressing himself closer until heâs flush against your ass. You can feel him deep inside you, and youâre almost certain you could see it if you looked. You brace yourself against the bed, instinct taking over as you begin to move with him, rocking back to meet his thrusts. Itâs lewd, the sound of skin slapping skin as he sets an almost frantic pace, sharp thrusts accentuating the wet squelch of your pussy around him, and the sound of his hips meeting your ass.Â
His fingers dig into your hips almost to the point of pain, but you donât care. Youâre far too lost in your instincts, and the pleasure, to care much about anything. The hormones and endorphins block it out, only one thought on your mind, playing on repeat.Â
Knot knot knot knot.
You moan loudly as Price ruts into you, not caring who might hear, or who can hear. Price moans and growls, the sweetness of your scent blocking out all thoughts except how much he needs to breed you, how much he needs to be a good alpha and take care of his omega.Â
You just want to be a good omega for your alpha.Â
You cum again with a cry, pussy fluttering around his cock as more slick dribbles out of you, soaking the sheets below you. John doesnât stop, save for a slight falter of his thrusts as you squeeze around him tightly, your pussy trying to milk his own orgasm from him. Your body is shaking, his hands the only thing keeping your hips upright as more and more pleasure continues to build despite now three orgasms that have rocked through you.Â
You need him to cum, you need him to fill you up with his knot. You need to feel the warmth of his seed inside you, the heaviness of it as it fills you. Drool begins to pool on the sheets below your face, adding to the mix of fluids soaked into your already damp sheets. Johnâs pace never falters, even as sweat begins to build on his brow, sliding down the sides of his face. You want to lick it, follow the trail of salty liquid as it falls down his neck and onto his chest.Â
Sweat drips from your own skin as another orgasm begins to build. You can tell John is close too as his grip tightens on your hips, the pain registering just for a moment at the back of your mind. Youâll forget it by the time your heat ends, the momentary pull to awareness lost in the haze of mindless pleasure and a need to mate.Â
âCâmon.â John growls, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck. âGive it to me.âÂ
You let out a whine, knowing what it is he wants, what it is you need as you push yourself back up onto shaking arms, the adrenaline the only thing giving you the strength to move. John moves your braids to the other side of your neck, his chest pressing against your back. It changes the angle of his thrusts as he grinds against you, the swelling at the base of his cock catching on your walls as he continues to thrust deeply into you.Â
âPlease,â You whimper, bearing your neck to him as he kisses along the line of your shoulder. âPlease alpha. Wanna be yours.â You whimper, arching into him in an attempt to get closer as his teeth drag across your skin.Â
âMy good omega.â He growls, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin right next to your scent gland at the junction of your neck and shoulder. âMy good girl. Gonna take my knot like a good omega? Let me fill you up with pups as I make you mine?âÂ
You let out a high pitched whine at his words, trying to press your neck closer to his mouth. âPlease, alpha! Please! Wanna be a good omega!âÂ
He curses under his breath, his arm wrapping around your body to hold you up. His knot presses into you, stretching you open as it continues to swell until heâs locked inside you. You cum around his knot at the sensation of being filled so completely, his hips continuing to grind against you as he chases his own orgasm.Â
You nearly black out as his teeth sink into your skin, the pinch lasting only for a second before pleasure rushes through you. You let out a loud, high-pitched sound as he claims you, marking you as his forever. Another, sudden orgasm slams into you, his arm holding you still as you try to writhe on his knot. He growls into your skin as he stills, hips jerking against your ass as he cums inside you.Â
Your arms give out as he releases your shoulder, blood dripping onto the sheets below you. Your head is spinning as he drags his tongue across the raised skin, cleaning the mark heâs left on you.Â
He shushes you as you let out little whimpers and whines, gently easing your body so youâre laying flat against the bed. âEasy, thatâs my good girl.â He praises you, pressing gentle kisses against your neck. âMy good omega. Take my knot so well.âÂ
Your vision slowly fades to darkness as exhaustion takes over, a small smile tugging at your lips from his praise.Â
His eyes are dark and glazed as he stares up at you, mouth parted as he breathes heavily. Your head is thrown back, the sweetest little moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you bounce on his cock. His hands hold your hips, far too tight to be comfortable against your sweat-soaked skin as he guides your movements, but you offer no complaint. His thighs are soaked with your slick and a mix of fluids that seems to endlessly drip from you. Your own thighs are shaking around him, exhaustion prevalent in your sloppy movements. Youâre close, eyes fluttering as your grip tightens on his shoulders. Your nails bite into his skin but he doesnât care. He canât feel much of anything but pleasure at the moment.Â
He guides you through your orgasm as it rocks through you, your body shuddering around him. His hips press up against yours as he reaches his own end, spilling into you as his knot locks into place, connecting you two once again. He doesnât know how long itâs been, nor does he care. All he wants is to be inside you, fucking his seed into you until youâre swollen with it. He stares down at where youâre connected for a moment, your pussy spread open around his knot.
He guides you against his chest as your body gives out, the haze of his instincts lifting just momentarily. His body aches, soreness settling in as his mind clears. You lick at his throat, tasting his sweat-slicked skin. Sweet little whimpers and whines leave your lips as you rest against him, completely boneless and at his mercy.
He reaches over to the nightstand, wrapping an arm around you to hold you still so he doesnât tug on the knot as he grabs the bottle of electrolytes. He unscrews the cap, gently easing you back. Youâre both still breathing heavily as he cradles the back of your head with one hand, helping you drink the electrolytes. You gulp it down even in your exhausted state, your body recognizing its need for sustenance.Â
He drinks the rest after you finish, tossing the bottle onto the floor with the others. He picks up one of the nutrient bars, peeling the wrapper off before he begins to eat, feeding you bites of it as he does. Youâre half asleep, chewing slowly as you rest against his chest, body still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of another of whatâs now a countless number of orgasms.Â
He gives you the last little bit of the bar before he relaxes back against the headboard, keeping his arms wrapped tight around you. The skin on your shoulder is still angry and slightly swollen from his claiming bite. It doesnât help that heâs sunk his teeth into that spot twice now since he first claimed you.Â
He swells with pride upon seeing it, the proof that youâre now his, a warning to others not to mess with you. Itâs a slight weight off his shoulders. He has to worry less about someone trying something. Some haughty, cocksure alpha getting it through his head that he wants what he canât have, that he can just take whatâs not his. A low growl rumbles through his chest at the thought.Â
He shushes you as you stir in response to the warning growl, a purr rumbling through his chest as he eases you back into a relaxed state. His good little omega, his sweet little omega, taking his knot so well.Â
You make a quiet noise as he twitches inside you, the feeling of being enveloped in your tight heat almost like heaven. He closes his eyes, calming his inner alpha. He knows you need to rest. You need a little break before you start up again, before your heat continues to ravage you.Â
Before he continues to ravage you.Â
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summary:
âAnd yet youâre still thinking of your ex,â Barry finished the sentence, rubbing his chin. âWhy donât you get back together with her?â
âShe doesnât want me.â
âGod, fucking Country Club,â Barry snickered. âYouâre fucking dense.â
OR; 5 times your friends share their unsolicited opinions about your and Rafeâs break up.
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings: mention of c*caine
word count: 5,4k
authorâs note: the long awaited sequel of so obsessed with your ex! this can be read as a standalone fic, but there are little easter eggs hidden all over, which will be more fun if you read the first part! it's a little bit longer than I had planned, but there was no way around it. I hope you enjoy it so so much!!!!
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
I Wheezie
âHey Wheeze.â
You had accepted the facetime without looking at your phone, keeping it rested on a shelf while you were halfway into your closet, trying to find a dress.
âDoes Rafe have a new girlfriend??â
Pausing, you shut your eyes, letting out a silent exhale before you picked up the phone, giving Wheezie a wry smile through the camera.
âNice to see you too.â
The girl only looked at you, unimpressed and her arms crossed. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, knowing you didnât have a way out of this conversation. Grabbing your phone, you sat down on your bed.
âYes, Rafe has a new girlfriend.â
âI knew it!â Wheezie shrieked, throwing her arms up, and you only shook your head in exasperation. The tendency for drama clearly was in the Cameron genes. Wheezie frowned, getting closer to your phone as she looked at you.
âWhy am I more upset about this than you are?â
You bit back another sigh. âBecause Rafe and I are broken up, Wheeze. Heâs allowed to date other people, matter of fact, Iâm really glad that he has moved on.â
âBullshit!â
âWheezie!â
Wheezie rolled her eyes, but she sat back down, crossing her arms over her chest again. âI donât like her.â
âYou donât even know her,â you sighed, rubbing your temple, feeling a migraine coming on.
âThis is crazy!â Wheezie exclaimed. âYou and Rafe never shouldâve broken up in the first place! Rafe is probably only dating her to make you jealous so youâll take him back.â
You couldnât help but snort at that, Wheezie clearly watched way too many rom-coms. She frowned at you.
âWhy are you laughing? This isnât funny, this is, like, super un-funny.â
âBecause, Wheeze,â you started, plucking a feather out of your pillow. âThis isnât some 90âs rom-com where I see Rafe with Rebecca and suddenly a sad song is playing. This is real life. We are broken up.â
âI still donât understand why.â
âRemember when we used to fight all the time? And I was just always sad?â
Wheezie was quiet, her lips still pursed. âYeah. But that doesnât mean anything. Couples fight all the time, doesnât mean you just have to break up.â
âYes, couples fight all the time and they donât have to break up, but it was the right decision for me and Rafe,â you said, your tone final. Wheezie looked at you, her frown slowly smoothing down.
âIf you say so,â she muttered, not quite convinced. She stared down at her chipped finger nails, before she looked up again. âCan we still talk?â
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. âOf course we can still talk, why wouldnât we?â
âI donât know⌠I mean, youâre gonna find a new boyfriend and maybe he has a younger sister as well and then Iâll just be your exâs younger sister.â
âWheeze,â you said, fondly, knowing where she was coming from. You had been in her life for most of her teenage years, it must be weird not having you around anymore. âWeâll still talk, no matter if I get a new boyfriend or not, even if he has a cool younger sister, or even three.â
Wheezie smiled, rolling her eyes at you. âYouâre so dumb.â
âYet you still want me around,â you teased. âHow about you, Sar and I go get some ice cream and then to the movies this weekend?â
âSounds good,â Wheezie replied with a big smile. She paused when someone called her name from somewhere in the house, before she turned back to her phone. âI gotta go, Rose needs me. Iâll text you later.â
âAlright, Wheeze. Talk to you later, be good.â
Wheezie waved into the camera, before the facetime ended. Your smile dropped and you tossed your phone on your bed with a sigh, letting yourself fall back on your bed. Even six months after the break up it was still hard to talk about Rafe, and now that he had a new girlfriend, you thought itâd be easier to get over him, but all it did was hurt more. It didnât help that Rafe was still texting you every now and then. Nothing scandalous, just small texts, but you never replied. You both agreed on no contact after the break up, because you thought itâd give you a better opportunity to heal. You shouldâve known heâd break it. Picking up your phone, you unlocked it, swiping to your messages.
Rafe [11/30/23: 1:43 am]: couldnât sleep. remember when we took out the boat at two am bc we both drank a red bull at ten?
Rafe [11/30/23: 11:22 am]: sorry, i was drinking. didnât mean to text you. hope youâre doing good
Rafe [12/25/23: 2:44 pm]: merry christmas. itâs weird without you.
Rafe [01/01/24: 01:02 am]: happy new yearâs.
Rafe [01/05/24: 9:56 pm]: are you really not gonna text me back?
Rafe [01/27/24: 3:07 am]: i miss you
Rafe [02/12/24: 12:05 pm]: saw you at the party last night. you looked so fucking pretty. took everything in me not to talk to you.
Rafe [03/01/24: 7:12 pm]: idk if you care or not, but i still wanted to let you know. iâm seeing someone
You never replied to any of the texts, knowing it was for the better. You could block him, but you never brought it over your heart to do so, telling yourself you wanted him to reach you in case of emergency, but deep down, you didnât want to block him.
Just incase.
II Barry
âWant some C?â Barry asked as greeting, presenting Rafe a small baggie with white powder in it as soon as he walked onto the lot.
âNah,â Rafe declined, already feeling jittery enough without it, âWonât say no to a beer though.â
Barry let out a grunt, tossing the baggie on the table, disappearing inside the trailer. Rafe took a seat in one of the chairs, running his hand over his buzzed head, bouncing his leg nervously. He had needed to get out of the house for a while. Ever since Rebecca pulled the picture out of the drawer, he couldnât stop thinking about you. Again.
Which is fucked up, really. He thought he got over you, he didnât want to be the guy who thought about his ex while having a whole ass girlfriend. The door to the trailer opened with a slam, Barry exiting with two beer cans, handing Rafe one of them. The can was ice cold in his hands, and the cold liquid helped with his racing heart. He let out a sigh, rubbing a thumb over his eye brow. Rafe took another gulp of the beer, almost drinking the entire can in one go, while Barry watched him, assessing.
âYou good?â
Rafe nodded, setting the can on the table.
âYeah, jusâ stressed.â
âWork, orâŚ?â
Barry trailed off without finishing his sentence and Rafe didnât answer, wiping a finger over his jaw, which was clenched to the max.
Barry eyed him skeptically, leaning back in his chair. âHowâs Mrs. Country Club?â
Rafe let out a loud sigh, tipping his head back, like he always did when he was annoyed with Barry.
âBarry, I donât know if all the drugs youâre taking are starting to get to your memory, but we broke up.â
âDonât be fucking rude,â he said, kicking Rafeâs chair. Not hard enough for it to tip over, but hard enough for Rafe to grip onto the arm rests, glaring at his friend. âHowâd you know I wasnât talking âbout your new girl?â
âBecause you always call her Becky,â Rafe pointed out, giving him a look.
Barry shrugged, taking a sip from his beer. âYou still know who âm talking about, so whatâs the problem?â
âProblem is, itâs disrespectful. You know thatâs not her name.â
âYouâre still hung up on your ex while dating Becky, so whoâs really disrespecting her?â
Rafeâs head shot up and the glare he sent Barry was deadly.
âFuck this shit, and fuck you,â he snapped, pushing himself up from the chair, but Barry grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
âBoy, sit down.â
Rafe scowled at him, before sitting back down, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. He did not come all the way out to the cut to get called out like this.
âIf you came here to be coddled, you went to the wrong person.â
âI donât need to be coddled,â Rafe muttered with an eyeroll. âJust wanted to let off some steam.â
âSo?â Barry snorted, waving his hands around. âSteam away.â
Rafe scoffed, scooting down in his chair, shaking his head. âDo you think I want to think of her? I fucking hate feeling like this. Bex is nice, and sheâs hot. And yet-â
âAnd yet youâre still thinking of your ex,â Barry finished the sentence, rubbing his chin. âWhy donât you get back together with her?â
âShe doesnât want me.â
âGod, fucking Country Club,â Barry snickered. âYouâre fucking dense.â
âNah, you donât fucking get it, â Rafe sneered, leaning his head in his hands. And he didnât, not really. Which really wasnât his fault. Rafe just didnât want to talk about the break up with his friends. Physically couldnât. Now that he thought about it, he hadnât told anyone why you broke up. Just made it feel all to real, he guessed.
âNah, youâre right, I donât,â Barry said, shaking his head. âAll I know is, one day youâre all fucking sunshine and the next youâre more emo than that Friday girl.â
âWhat?â Rafe asked, lifting his head to stare at Barry in confusion.
Barry waved him off. âYou know, that freaky girl from Netflix with the black lipstick.â
âDo you mean Wednesday?â
âYeah, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, all the same to me,â Barry huffed. âPoint is, lifeâs too fucking short to do things that donât make you happy.â
âBex makes me happy.â
Barry gave him a long, hard look, squinting his eyes at him. âYeah, right. Whatever makes you sleep at night.â
Rafe stared back at him before shaking his head, finishing the last of his beer before crushing the empty can in his hand, declining to answer, because he knew he couldnât convince Barry.
He wasnât even convinced himself.
III Topper
top [05/03/24: 4:06 pm]: gonna be at alexâs later tonight with rafe and rebecca just fyi if you wanted to come
mrs. rafe [05/03/24: 4:57 pm]: k, thanks for letting me know
ââ NEW MESSAGE ââ
top [05/04/24: 1:37 am]: can you pick me up?
It was Saturday night, a little past your bedtime for a night in. You were getting ready for bed, exiting the bathroom when your phone buzzed in your hand. Lifting it, you read the new text, not quite believing heâd make you do this. What the fuck was he thinking asking you to pick him up? Shaking your head in disbelief, you typed out an answer.
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: topper no
Before you could put the phone away, your phone already buzzed with an answer, and you nearly didnât want to read whatever lame ass excuse he came up with, your hand stilling when your eyes flit over his text.
top [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: please, i donât want to get a ride with rafe and rebecca
top [05/04/24: 1:41 am]: she asked me so many questions about you and i canât be around rafe rn or iâll tell him
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:45 am]: ⌠fine
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:47 am]: youâre so annoying
Cursing Topper and yourself for not going to bed sooner, you put on a sweatshirt and grabbed your keys and purse, typing out another text before you headed out of the house, getting into your car.
mrs. rafe [05/04/24: 1:49 am]: be there in ten
top [05/04/24: 1:50 am]: omg i owe you <3
Barely ten minutes later, you pulled up in front of Alexâ house, looking out for Topper, before you spotted him underneath a tree. You rolled to a stop next to him, giving him the most unimpressed look.
âYouâre a lifesaver,â Topper groaned, getting into the car, shutting the door behind him.
You rolled your eyes, pulling off the curb without another word, driving towards Topperâs house.
âIâm really sorry for asking you to come get me, but Rafe was looking for me and I had too much to drink already to lie in his face,â Topper said, leaning his back against the headrest, shutting his eyes.
You desperately wanted to know what Rebecca had asked but you didnât want to come off as the nosy ex, even if this was Topper. So as nonchalantly as you could, you asked: âWhat did you talk about?â
âJesus,â Topper said, running a hand through his hair. âShe asked me how you guys broke up and wanted details, too. Was super insistent, I was kinda scared actually.â
Okay, so just normal sussing out the ex, you could deal with that.
âWhat did you say?â
âThat it was a mutual break up and I didnât know why you broke up, just that you suddenly disappeared from each otherâs lives.â
You sighed. That was the vaguest answer youâd ever heard.
âWhy didnât you just tell her why we broke up?â
Topper glanced at you, his brows knitted together.
âHow can I tell her something I donât know?â
âWhat?â
You slammed on the breaks, nearly sending Topper flying through the windshield because the idiot hadnât buckled up, while you stared at him.
âWhat do you mean you donât know why we broke up?â
âI donât!â Topper exclaimed. âRafe refuses to talk about it and you never told me either.â
âBecause I assumed Rafe has told you! Itâs been like six months!â
Blinking at Topper, it took you a few seconds to process, jumping when someone honked their horn at you, when you remembered you had stopped in the middle of the street.
âShit,â you muttered, shifting gears to keep on driving, eyes flitting to Topper repeatedly.
âSoâŚâ he started. âWhy did you guys break up?â
You gripped the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white, letting out a deep breath. When you had left to come pick Topper up, you hadnât expected having to tell him why you and his best friend had broken up.
âI was getting so worried about him. He was so stressed about the company every day, took home so much work and Ward was breathing down his neck to keep the numbers up. I told him that I thought he should take a step back, maybe take a break or something, tried to convince him of going on a trip or something, but the more I said, the more he seemed to be pushing himself into work. It got so bad that we were fighting basically every day, and it just wasnât working anymore. It felt like we were going in circles.â
You cleared your throat when you felt yourself getting choked up, vision turning a little blurry from the tears in your eyes.
âShit, Iâm sorry,â Topper exclaimed, patting himself down, looking for some tissues.
âDonât worry about it,â you snorted, wiping your tears away with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. You were so wrapped up in trying to retell the break up, you hadnât even noticed that you already reached Topperâs house. âI shouldnât even still be getting so worked up over this after all this time,â you sniffed, turning your car off.
Topper looked at you, with that typical look on his face and you rolled your eyes.
âDonât look at me like that. I canât believe Rafe hasnât told you.â
He rubbed the back of his neck. âHonestly? I think he might be in denial about it.â
You scoffed at him, shaking your head. Why was everyone so hung up over your break up?
âItâs been six months.â
Topper didnât reply, his hand on the car door and you expected him to bid you good bye, but that was too easy.
â⌠Do you think you guys will get back together?â
âHe has a girlfriend, Top.â
âStill. I donât think that Rafe and Rebecca are gonna last very long.â Topper looked at you, pressing his lips together, before shaking his head. âSorry. Thanks for coming and for getting me home. Text me if you need anything, okay?â
You nodded, giving him a small wave, and waited until he got out of the car, shutting the door behind him, before you turned your car on, pulling off.
âWhat the fuck,â you muttered to yourself, wiping the rest of the tears off as you drove home.
IV Kelce
âKelce!â
Kelce looked up from the pool table, a smile growing on his face when he saw Rafe come down the basement, his friend wrapping an arm around him for a brief hug.
âHappy birthday, man,â Rafe said, handing Kelce a bottle of the expensive whiskey he always drank when he was at Rafeâs but too stingy to buy it for himself.
âAh shit, you didnât have to,â Kelce uttered, though his eyes were sparkling as he looked at the bottle in his hands. He handed the pool stick to one of the guys next to him, leading Rafe to the bar. He grabbed two glasses from the shelves, pouring Rafe and himself a good amount, offering one of the glasses to him.
âCheers to you.â
The two clinked their glasses, before sipping on the whiskey. Kelce really enjoyed it, too, with the way he closed his eyes, and Rafe only snorted in his glass. Kelce peaked his eye open, shoving his friend fondly with a grin.
âRebecca here?â
âYeah, upstairs.â
Kelce hummed in thoughts, nodding absentmindedly. He stared into his glass, swishing the amber liquid around before he spoke up again.
âYou know sheâs here, too, right?â
Rafe tensed, knowing exactly that Kelce was talking about you, but he had expected it. Firstly, because you and Kelce had always been friends, and secondly because he had heard Sarah making plans with you to go together. Didnât mean this felt any less of a punch to the gut. He really hoped he wouldnât run into you, because he wasnât quite sure what heâd do; all he knew was, that Bex wasnât gonna like it. Rafe cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound nonchalant.
âI figured, yeah.â
âThat okay?â Kelce asked, and Rafe was starting to get annoyed, rolling his eyes. Why was Kelce questioning him about you on his damn birthday? He tried to dampen his anger though, not wanting to ruin the night.
âYes. Itâs your birthday, man.â
As soon as those words left his mouth, Rafe knew he did a shit job of hiding his emotions, and Kelce eyed him suspiciously.
âI donât get you guys,â he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. âYou got a new girl, but you still havenât gotten over your ex, clearly, but every time I mention her, you act like itâs the worst thing in the world, but neither of you have said a bad word about the other.
Rafe scoffed, though his heart started to race at the thought of you talking about him. He wondered what you had said, if you cared enough to ask about him, or if you had long moved on.
âAre you ever gonna tell me why you guys broke up?â
âMaybe next time.â
Kelce gave him a wry smile, knowing this was Rafe avoiding the topic again. He lifted his head when more people starting coming down the basement, curling his hand around Rafeâs shoulder to give him a squeeze.
âI really hope you figure it out bro, because this right now is not it.â
He then excused himself to welcome the new arrivals and Rafe gripped his glass, before downing it in one go.
âAlright, who wants to get destroyed in a round of pool?â he asked, clapping his hands together as he approached the pool table. Anything to stop himself from going upstairs to look for you.
V Sarah
âOh my god, I thought you were gonna keep talking to her forever!â
You gave Sarah a look. She hadnât even waited a minute after you left Rebecca on the couch before she started talking about her.
âI donât have a problem with her.â
Sarah groaned, linking her arm with yours as to not lose you in the crowd that has formed in Kelceâs house. You were glancing around, hyper aware that you could run into Rafe any second, but you didnât want Sarah to notice.
âI donât understand how you can be so chill. Did you not see the picture she had in her purse?â
You sighed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder. Was this ever going to stop? âSar, please.â
âHello?? That was super freaky.â
âMaybe she was just cleaning up and wanted to throw it in the trash and forgot it in her purse.â
Sarah laughed dryly, shaking her head. âBullshit! Admit that you find it weird.â
âOkay, maybe it is a little weird,â you admitted. âBut donât you do things that are a little weird sometimes? Maybe sheâs just a little insecure. Which I wouldnât blame her for, youâre so mean. Shouldnât you try and be her friend or something?â
âWhy? Sheâs not gonna be around much longer anyways, and I already have a friend.â
You rolled your eyes, fishing your keys out of your purse to unlock your car. Again with the sentiment that Rafe and Rebecca werenât gonna last much longer. You decided against deeming that statement with an answer and got into your car, with Sarah getting into the passenger seat.
âDo you want to grab some burgers?â She asked, buckling up, like she hadnât just told you that your ex and his new girlfriend werenât gonna last.
You gave her a look as you tossed your purse to the back.
âWhat do you mean do I want to grab burgers? I thought you wanted to leave because youâre meeting John B early in the morning.â
Sarah blinked at you, before she reached out to give you a shove on the forehead. âI was lying so we could get away, stupid.â
âOh my god,â you groaned, starting your car as Sarah protested.
âWhat? I was getting weirded out by you being all besties with Rafeâs new girlfriend. I donât even understand how you can be so nice to her knowing sheâs all up on your man.â
âPray tell, whoâs my man again?â
âDonât even,â Sarah huffed. âYou guys dated forever, I know you still love each other. And let me tell you one thing,â she said, raising her eyebrows at you. âIf you got a new boyfriend? Rafe would not be this nice to him like you were to Rebecca.â With that, Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, settling back against her seat.
You only sighed, starting your car in silence.
âDo you want to get burgers now or not?â you asked, extending a peace offer while looking over at Sarah. She glowered at you, before nodding with an eyeroll.
âYes.â
BONUS + I Rafe
âI did, at the party last night⌠She said sheâs happy that you have me, that she was worried about how you work too much.â
Rafe pushed the pasta on his plate around with his fork, too engrossed in his thoughts to even think about eating. He didnât even notice how Dennis had stopped talking. Rafe looked up from his plate, only to see Dennis look at him intently, an amused grin on his face.
âSorry, were you saying something?â
âI was saying a lot, but you seemed like you were on a completely different planet,â Dennis noted, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Rafe winced, putting his fork down.
âSorry, I have a lot on my mind.â
âI can tell,â Dennis mused. âTrouble in paradise?â
âSomething like that.â
Rafe sighed, leaning back in his chair. Ever since you broke up, Rafe has been assuming that you didnât care about him anymore, that you had long moved on from him and your relationship. He thought that you resented him, blamed him for the break up, which was honestly the main reason why he went back to the dating scene so quickly; to get over you. But hearing that you still cared about him? Enough to be nice to his new girlfriend and even ask about him? He wondered if there was still a chance for him and you to be together again.
If it werenât for the fact that he already had a girlfriend.
âCan I give you some unsolicited advice, son?â
âDo I have a choice?â Rafe asked with a wry grin and Dennis only let out a belly laugh, shaking his head.
âRafe, most relationships these days end because of your own ego, from both parties. No matter how big the fight or problem seems, will it really be that important in hindsight?â Dennis asked him. âHow long have you an your girl been together? Almost 5 years, no?â
Rafe nodded, not daring to correct Dennis. He had never outright told him that you had broken up in the first place.
âSee, thatâs half a decade. I can assure you, in another half, youâre not even gonna remember this fight.â
Yeah, I donât know about that, Rafe thought.
âDo you love her?â
Turning his ring on his finger, Rafe let out a soft exhale, before nodding. âYeah, I do.â
âSee. Problem solved.â
Rafe lifted his head to grin at Dennis.
âThanks. Is it okay if we cut today short?â
âSure,â Dennis said, waving Rafe off when he reached for his wallet. âLunch is on me. Go get your girl.â
âI will,â Rafe promised, pushing his chair back to stand up. âI just gotta take care of something else first.â
BONUS + II You
You were staring at your phone, text thread with Rafe open. It was Saturday night; you and Sarah had went out to a small beach party. Sarah had gone to fill her drink back up and you had used that time of solace to overthink. About Rafe.
For the past few week, you couldnât stop thinking about him. And you blamed your friends for it, really. First Wheezie, then Topper and then Sarah? Somehow all of them said that the break up was the worst idea, and even though you had always second guessed the choice to break up, this was the first time you actually actively regretted it.
The way Sarah seemed so sure that Rafe and Rebecca werenât going to last long. Maybe you were wrong and they werenât as happy as you thought. But then again, it wasnât any of your business, was it? Who were you to put your nose into their relationship?
God, you shouldnât be doing this.
âHow long does Sarah need to fill her drink back up?â You muttered to yourself, finishing your vodka soda and burying the cup in the sand next to you, when you heard foot steps approaching.
âFinally! I was about to send a search group out for you!â you exclaimed, standing up and dusting the sand off your lap. âSeriously, how long does it take for-â
You froze when you turned around just to see Rafe standing in front of you, instead of Sarah. Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him, caught off guard.
âRafe, hey,â you said, opting for casual. âSorry. I thought you were Sarah.â
The corners of Rafeâs mouth twitched. âYeah, I could tell.â
You looked at him, sighing a bit wistfully (mostly) internally, before you shifted on your feet nervously. âIt was nice to see you,â you said, and it was true. âBut um⌠I think Iâll go look for Sarah.â You gave him a small smile, before walking towards, and then past him.
âYouâre still worried about me.â
You let out a startled laugh, pausing mid-step to turn back to him. âWhat?â
âYou told Rebecca that you were glad that I had her and that you worried I work too much.â
âOf course Iâm still worried about you,â you huffed, brushing your hair back. âYou canât be surprised about that.â
Rafe looked at you, and you could tell that this was news to him.
âRafe.â
Rafe let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. âYou didnât reply to any of my texts. I thought you were mad at me or somethinâ.â
âI didnât reply to any of your texts because we said weâd do no contact for a while.
âStill,â Rafe muttered, kicking a rock. âI didnât think it would be so easy for you-â
âAnd because you were happy with Rebecca, do you think itâs easy for me to see you with someone else?â
âI broke up with Rebecca last week.â
âWhat?!â
Mouth agape, you stared at him and Rafe only rubbed the back of his neck. âShe⌠Wasnât what I wanted.â
âOh,â you only said, letting out a soft exhale. âIâm sorry about that.â
Rafe sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His gaze was trained on the floor for a bit, before he lifted his head to look at you.
âI want to try again⌠I want us to try again.â
âRafeâŚâ
You swallowed thickly, your eyes wide and you didnât move as Rafe took a step towards you, reaching for your hand. Your fingers were cold in his but they quickly warmed to his touch, and the way he laced his fingers with yours, felt all too familiar.
âI love you. I never should have agreed to breaking up. It was arguably the second stupidest thing Iâve ever done.â
âAnd whatâs the stupidest?â you asked, corners of your mouth lifting.
âNot listening to you when you were just trying to help,â he answered, looking down at you, so vulnerable like you hadnât seen him in a long time. âI rearranged my schedule at the company so I could take on less work, take more time off and relax. Take the time to get us to where we were before it all went shitty.â
Your heart was in your throat as you listened to him talk, unsure what to say.
âRafe, I donât know⌠â
âBaby, please,â he begged, squeezing your hand. âDo you love me, still?â
You scoffed. âThatâs not fair.â
âWhy? Because you do?â
âOf course I still love you,â you mumbled, looking up at him through your lashes. âDo you know how hard it was for me to ignore your texts? To see you with another girl, so happy?â
Rafe shook his head, lifting his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. âI wasnât. Not really.â
You let out another sigh, looking at the way your hands were intertwined, how your heart had stopped racing, before you nodded, looking up at him. âOkay. Letâs do it.â
A smile spread across Rafeâs face, so big it was so uncharacteristic for him.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
It was like that word switched a flip inside of him, as he grabbed you by your nape gently, to kiss you, slotting his lips against your, and as your lips touched, it felt like you were finally home again. You only pulled away to breathe, both of you staring at each other like you couldnât quite realize this was happening.
Sarah [05/11/2024: 10:45 pm]: (sent to 4 contacts) [picture attached: blurry photograph of you and Rafe kissing at the beach]
Topper [05/11/2024: 10:46 pm]: thank god.
Kelce [05/11/2024: 10:51 pm]: FINALLY!
Wheezie [05/11/2024: 10:59 pm]: !!!!!!
Barry [05/11/2024: 11:02 pm]: read at 11:02 pm
⌠. ăâş ă . ⌠. ăâş ă . âŚ
author's note: sooo.... what are we thinking?
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So y'all have seen the Williams F1 Logo before, yeah?
well get ready, becaues I am about to ruin your day!
where does one even begin with this. i am sorry in advance. -just a poor learning graphic design student, who simply tried to enjoy their saturday evening
The Logo
For anyone that doesn't know, here's the Williams F1 Logo. Entirely unedited, copied straight from Wikipedia:
Now like many fans, I actually quite enjoy this logo. I like the modern, sharp edges of it and it's simple yet intriguiging design. It's memorable, while also easily recognizable as a W. I also really enjoy the colour choice (this, however, is entirely a personal preference.)
(entire rant under the cut. please keep reading this took years off my life span.)
How did we even get here?
Let's start at the beginning. How did we even get here? Well I, a poor poor learning graphic designer, was watching this lovely video from Mr. V's Garage about bad F1 Logo's over the past 35 or so seasons. Very interesting, I can only recommend it (but you don't need to watch the video to understand this post)!
Now, to cleanse the palette at the end of the video, Mr. V included a top 10 GOOD logos from this time span, it was very kind of him.
On P4 of this "Good List," Mr. V placed the current Williams F1 Logo, as pictured above. At first I vaguely agreed with this, believing that he probably simply hadn't noticed one of the things that's been bothering me about that Logo since the first time I saw it up close.
The first sign of Trouble
So, what is this mystery issue, you might ask?
It's simple really. You don't necessarily notice it at a first glance, but something about that logo seems off. Taking a second longer, you may notice it yourself.
No, I mean it, take a minute and go look at the logo. It looks wonky as hell, doesn't it?
Well I can tell you the first thing that I personally noticed. The arms of the W aren't in line with the bottom half, see:
(Graphic by @girlrussell who was so kind to let me use it, as it is way prettier than the one I made)
It's a crooked W. There is no good explanation for this. The rest of the font is perfectly fine, geometrical shapes.
Anyway, the good person that I am I went to point this out to my partner ( @leftneb ) who proceeded to inform me that he, infact, was not aware about this and was, quote, "never going to unsee that."
Now, the good FRIEND that I am, I, of course, proceeded to rush into our broader F1 friendgroup to make them suffer for eternity.
What's the logical next step to take? Of course, fix the logo in Adobe Photoshop, you know, as a joke.
(Disclaimer at this point, I am not necessarily the biggest fan of Williams Management Team. I enjoy ALL their drivers this season. I do NOT enjoy James Vowels. Be warned.)(Also I am aware that he probably did not have an influence on the logo)
Trying to fix it. Oh god, I was so innocent back then
Trying to fix the logo in Photoshop is the worst mistake I could've made. THE worst path to take. I could've just giggled about making my friends suffer (which I succeeded in, by the way) and moved on. Instead I ruined a perfectly good Saturday evening, and for what? I don't know anymore.
Anyway, how was I gonna go about fixing the logo in the simplest way possible? Simplest way I could come up with: slap the thing in Photoshop and put two, mirrored boxes at each side to make the sides line up. Small issue, how do I make the thing actually even? Fix: line them up at the intersecting point with the bottom tips of the W.
Here's the result:
Hey, anyone care to explain to me why in THE LORDS NAME the arms are different sized? I mean, surely they weren't before. Surely, certainly, I must've messed up.
I double, I tripple checked. I made sure everything was lined up and made sense. But no.
It just couldn't be. Something was uneven in this logo, something even deeper. Something I could not have predicted when first taking a closer look. It was at this point I realized I had messed up. What rabbit hole had I stumbled across? Certainly, it couldn't get much worse.
And that's when I noticed.
(pictured above; my genuine reaction)
There's MORE? (oh god, the top isn't lined up)
I couldn't believe my eyes. This is the PINNACLE of the sport, and THIS was the logo of one of the competing teams? I mean, yeah, we have a Visa Cash App RB or a Kick Sauber or even a MoneyGram Haas which are all terrible logos, but at least they're CLEAN. (this has not been checked. If anyone wishes to ruin a nice Saturday evening, feel free to check them and tell me how wrong I was in the previous statement!)
But you can see that there is no end in sight for this post. I'm sure you're as scared as I was at this point. By now we were sitting in VC, discussing the horribleness of this logo. I had long informed my irl's about this, who take said design classes with me. And it was one of them who pointed out the next thing that had been bothering me, but I had not been able to put a finger on up to this point.
thE DISTANCE, HOW DID THEY FUCK IT?
I'm afraid I have to confirm your fears.
Yes, those lines are the same length. According to Photoshop, they're on the same level as well, so no flunking with angles.
The gaps of the arms to the main W are not the same. They're differently sized gaps.
It was clear to us, this logo is inherintely flawed. They're subtle issues, but once you pay attention you start to notice things. It all looks slightly wonky and off centre. And eventually, you get paranoid, and start comparing other angles and sizes. And you will keep finding things. This has ruined my life.
HOOOOOW
Honestly, I don't even know what to say. Yes, yes sadly those lines, too, are the same length. Just copied over from one side to the other and layed over on the same height. I admit, they're not layed over perfectly. I was honestly holding back tears at this point. But the point still stands, you can clearly see a difference in width.
Honestly, the only way I can explain it is that at some point there was a mess up of distance or proportions and whoever was designing the logo couldn't pin it down and tried to restore the visual balance by making manual adjustments. And in all honesty? They kinda did a good job, if that's what's happened. I mean, you notice the crookedness of the arms, and then maybe the difference in height, but the rest you probably will not notice if you don't spend too much time staring at it. (like some of us) And even those issues clearly aren't noticeable to the vast majority, considering I had to go point it out to a group chat for my friends at least to notice.
what the fuck is THAT?
Now, the thing about doing this investigative work of prooving a team you dislike is worse in more aspects than you previously thought, is that you do a lot of zooming in. And zooming in means you might notice bits that yours eyes simply overlooked before, because they were too small.
Here you can witness the top of the middle point, that, for whatever reason, really wants to touch the top border of the Logo. I'm relatively certain that's the highest few pixel in the entire graphic, considering earlier chapter "There's MORE?" I have no idea why it looks like that or why they thought it was necessary for it to not end in a clean point.
I just actually have no idea how to even describe what is going on on the top of the left arm. That left hand side, again, touches the side and is therefore the most-left-pixel in the graphic. I, once again, have no idea the purpose of this. However the RIGHT hand side also makes no sense, as it is the most prominent corner in the whole logo. There's pointed corners, and rounded OF corners, but nothing that is trying to form it's own colony in a distant land that hopefully isn't this god awful logo. I hope that blob gets away. I really do. You go king.
i'm loosing my mind
Anyway, the only reason I could come UP with those weird "reachy-outy-bits" was to establish the dimensions of the logo? But if that was the case, I don't understand why they managed to keep all the other potentially border touching corners clean?
Like, look. Those are clean, sharp corners with some clearance off the borders. I have no clue why they managed it here but not with the others.
guys. please.
Backtrackig a little bit, going back to the positioning of the arms.
Do I need to mention that those lines are both the same length and the same (mirrored) angle? I really hope I don't, because I don't think I could be making this shit up. Like, once you roughly know what you need to look for it just kinda becomes easy to find.
As said before, I genuinely do think that most of these issues happened in a chain-reaction. For example, the distances between the main part and the W wouldn't be as noticeable (and they do get noticeable once you start looking at it) if the angle wasn't fucked. And guess what, there's more fucked angles here! Which ALSO influence this specific area of the logo!
this is just embarrasing for you.
something something same line copied over and mirrored etc etc
It's not as visible but the angles defintely don't line up here as well. As mentioned before, these issues for the most part all influence each other. It doesn't really excuse the issues, in my opinion as a designer, because a big company like this shouldn't have these sort of issues in their logo.
So let's review;
to sum it up,
i cannot even BEGIN to explain to you how big of a fucking JOKE this FUCKING logo is. because, i thought to myself, to round the post out, hey, why not show ALL the issues i pointed out in one picture? that would round it out quite nicely, wouldn't it?
Yeah well, this logo sent STRAIGHT FROM HELL just could NOT let me rest. I had only done the lines visualizing the crooked arms in PAINT up until this point, i.e. I had only pulled both up individually. To make a nice "rounding out" picture I still had to add them into PHOTOSHOP. so i did. i pulled up the line. i mirrored the line.
THE ANGLE IS FUCKING DIFFERENT
none. and i mean NONE of my friends had noticed this before. i need you to understand that we looked at this thing with FIVE pair of eyes, and NONE of us noticed that until i thought to myself "Oh I still need to add these specific lines to have ALL the issues I pointed out in my SILLY TUMBLR POST in ONE image" and i get THAT FUCKING SURPRISE
I was PLANNING to round the post out with a statement on how obviously this isn't a serious post. Here, I even had it all written out already because I accidentally started writing it in the last paragraph:
Of course, this is nitpicking, and it's not that serious. I'm aware of that. AS MENTIONED most of these would not be noticeable if we hadn't gone specifically looking for them.
yeah, well, fuck that. i just spent two hours seething about this logo. i'm ending the post on this instead.
#i am ENRAGED#i managed to actually calm down about it#yk. just typing away#and then i just try to ROUND OUT THE POST#for fucks sake#anyway i know i'm posting this at an hourrendous hour#if you read all the way. reblog? maybe#pretty please#williams f1#williams formula 1#williams racing#formula 1#f1#also apologies for any spelling mistakes i do NOT have the nerve to go back and proofread this
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new beginnings
Pairing: theodore nott x reader
Summary: after theo very unexpectantly breaks up with you, you try your best to pick yourself back up and move on. theo, on the other hand, seems to be having a harder time of that.
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part two :)
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â(Y/N), youâve got to get out of bed at some point.â Hermione said. She was sitting on the side of your bed while you laid fully wrapped under the covers. Hermione gently tugged the blanket down from your chin, but you whined a little in protest.Â
ââMione, I seriously canât do this yet.â
Theo, your boyfriend of over a year had broken up with you only a few short days ago. Youâd been in bed ever since, heartbroken over what could have been.Â
â(Y/N), I know youâre upset, but you have to get up. I canât let you live the rest of your life in bed! Donât you know how badly your bum would hurt from laying all of your life?â Hermione joked.Â
A small smile grew on your lips. âYeah, that would be pretty tragic. I have too nice of a butt to let that happen.â
Hermione laughed. âThere she is! Iâve missed your little jokes. Ron and Harry have become quite boring without you around. I think theyâre worried about you.âÂ
You groaned. âNooo. I hate when people worry about me. Itâs just so awkward when I have to be like âIâm fineâ, âno really, Iâm fineâ.â
Hermione shrugged. âWell, are you?â
You sighed, pulling the covers down from your chin. You looked up at her, a forlorn look on your face. âDefinitely not, but I suppose youâre right. I donât want to be stuck in here for the rest of my life. I just, I just donât think I can handle seeing him right now.â
Hermione looked at you sadly. âI know. I hate seeing you so upset like this. God, what I would do to put a hex on that boy. Heâs quite deserving of it, I would say. Maybe a ratâs tail, or a snake tongue.â
You giggled and sat up in bed. âOr how about we make him bald, or worse, blonde.âÂ
Hermione laughed at that. âOh, Godric, then weâd have another Draco running around. I donât think I could handle that.â
âMe either,â you laughed. Slowly, your smile dropped. âI just hate him. Well, no, I donât hate him. And I hate that! I hate that even after breaking my heart I still love him and long for him.â
Hermione sighed, âIâm sorry, (Y/N/N), I wish I could say something or do something to make this better, I just really donât know what.â
You shrugged, âyeah, it is what it is. Itâs not your fault heâs an ass.â
She chuckled. âSo, what do you say? You wanna try to get down to the great hall before dinner starts? Iâm sure the guys would like to see you again.âÂ
You thought it over for a minute. You really had missed your friends. Other than Hermione, youâd ostracized yourself from everyone just to avoid Theo.Â
But were you really ready to see him again? You didnât think you would ever be ready to see him again.Â
âYou know what,â you stated, âI am gonna go to dinner tonight. And Iâm gonna ignore him and see my friends who Iâve missed and ignore the hell out of him because heâs an ass and why should I be the one who has to stay in bed all day?â
âWoohoo!â Hermione cheered. âYouâre amazing, letâs get you showered and dressed. I hate to say it, but if youâre gonna get back into the world, you need to wash your hair.âÂ
You chuckled as you picked up a piece of hair to inspect it. âYeah, okay. Shower first, look really pretty, eat dinner, come back. Piece of cake.âÂ
You pushed the covers off of you as Hermione stood from the bed.Â
She said, âIâm gonna grab your clothes, so just get in the shower. We shouldnât be too late to dinner that way.â
You nodded and headed to the bathroom. You were gonna go in there, socialize with your friends, reassure them you were fine, and everything would go back to normal. You hoped.Â
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â(Y/N)!â Ginny shouted as you and Hermione made it to the Gryffindor table. She stood up from her seat and pulled you right into a hug.Â
Releasing the breath you didnât know you were holding, you smiled and held her even tighter in the hug. Ginny was an amazing friend to you. She had tried her best to see you, but you didnât let anyone in. Only Hermione since she shared the room with you.Â
Pulling away, Ginny dragged you to sit down next to her. Hermione followed suit and sat on the other side of you. âOh, weâve missed you so much, (Y/N/N). Weâve all been so worried about you, havenât we?â
Harry and Ron sat across from you. They both nodded their heads, agreeing with Ginny.Â
âYeah, what an ass,â Ron scoffed. âHonestly, someone needs to knock that bloke down from his high horse. He doesnât know what heâs missing, (Y/N/N).â
âYeah,â Harry replied as he pushed some mashed potatoes in his mouth. âTheodore is a walking red flag. I for one am not sorry for him. He lost a good girl and heâs gonna regret what heâs done.â
You smiled at them. âYeah, I am pretty awesome. Thanks guys.â
They chuckled and continued eating. Merlin knows those two could eat an entire quidditch field full of food.Â
âAhem,â a throat cleared from behind you.Â
Turning around, you saw Enzo standing there sheepishly.Â
âUh,â he stuttered, âhey, (Y/N).âÂ
âOh,â you said. âUh, hi Enzo. Do you need something?â You couldnât hide the crack in your voice. Damn it.
Enzo was probably your favorite of Theo's friends. He was always the one you had most in common with, and therefore connected with pretty easily. Youâd never hung out one on one, so you couldnât really say he was your friend.Â
âI-no I donât need something, per say. I just wanted to talk to you. Alone, if, uh, thatâs alright.âÂ
You looked back at your friends, unsure if you should talk with him or not. They all seemed to be the same amount of weary as you were, but you were intrigued.Â
âI donât really want to talk to Theo, if thatâs what this is.â
Enzo shook his head. âNo! Ahem, no. I wanted to talk to you. To, uh, apologize kind of? I donât know. Itâs fine if you donât wanna talk to me, this was silly, Iâm sorry-â
âItâs fine, Enzo,â you cut off his rambling. âIâll speak with you.â You looked back at your friends as you stood up from the table. âIâll be right back.â
They nodded their heads as you let Enzo lead you away from the table and out the door.Â
Once you two stood out in the hallway, Enzo kind of just shuffled his feet around, almost as if he was shying away from talking to you.Â
âAm I supposed to say something first?â You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.Â
âNo, sorry,â he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. âI just feel a little awkward. I know what happened between you and Theo, but I guess I just hoped that didnât mean we couldnât be friends anymore.â
Your eyes softened a little at his confession. Enzoâs cheeks blushed a little as you stared at him.Â
You sighed. You and Enzo really had been good friends, and you werenât exactly keen on losing his friendship.Â
âI mean,â he continued, âyouâre the only one who doesnât make fun of my poetry, youâre the one I go to when I want to talk about books or get recommendations from, and I just would hate to lose our friendship just because Iâm friends with Theo as well.â
Your heart melted. âEnzo, of course I still want to be friends with you. I will admit, I was a little nervous you wouldnât want to talk to me anymore after Theo broke up with me. I really enjoy being your friend.â
Enzo smiled in relief. âOh good. I thought this would be more awkward and a little bit more sad than how itâs actually going.â
You giggled. âThank god. I donât know what I would have done if I just had a real breakup as well as a friendship breakup.â
Enzo smiled awkwardly. âYeah, I am really sorry about that. I donât know why he would ever break up with you in the first place. Youâre so kind, and I thought you brought the best out in him.â
You forced an awkward smile. You really did not want to be talking about Theo right now, especially not about how you made him a better person.Â
Before you could reply, a voice yelled out from behind you.Â
âOi!â
Turning around, you could see Theo storming up towards you and Enzo.Â
âWhat the fuck, mate?â Theo huffed as he got in between you and Enzo.Â
âWoah!â You shouted, backing up as Theo got up into Enzoâs face. âTheo, what are you doing?â
He ignored you and kept talking to Enzo. âAre you hitting on my girlfriend? Right after all the shit we just went through?â
âWhat?â Enzo squeaked. âIâm not hitting on her, I was just talking to her.â
You were pissed. Your fists balled up at your sides as you stomped up to Theo. You grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him away from Enzo. Theo didnât see it coming, so he stumbled and fell back a couple of steps.Â
âGet the hell away from him,â you growled. âAnd what the fuck is wrong with you, Theodore?âÂ
You got between Theo and Enzo, pushing your finger into your ex-boyfriendâs chest accusingly.Â
âFirst,â you said, âyou break up with me, break my heart, and then you have the fucking nerve to come up here all righteous and accuse Enzo of whatever the fuck you said, all while calling me your girlfriend when youâre the asshole who broke up with me!â
You glared at Theo, watching as his anger turned soft. âI am not your girlfriend anymore, Theodore Nott. Youâre the one who made that happen, so you have no fucking right to come up in my conversations acting like I owe you anything.âÂ
â(Y/N),â he softly said. âI⌠Iâm sorry. Youâre right, I shouldnât have come out here all crazy. I just, I hate seeing you with anyone else, even if itâs one of my friends.âÂ
He turned to talk to Enzo, âIâm sorry, mate. Will you give us a few minutes?âÂ
Enzo nodded his head and gave you an awkward smile before heading back into the dining hall.Â
You huffed, settling down a little as you stared at Theo.Â
He looked tired. His eyes had circles underneath them, and his cheeks didnât have their usual flush to them. He was as gorgeous as ever, but he looked drained.Â
âYou donât look so good,â you pointed out, trying to sound nonchalant.Â
Theo frowned and softly said, âneither do you.â
Your lips pulled tight in a frown. Theo didnât need to know how much he had affected you with the breakup.Â
You sighed, âwhat are you doing, Theo?â
He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. âI, uh, Iâm not really sure. I just didnât like seeing you with Enzo.â
âWhy? You broke up with me.â
Theo huffed, âI donât know. I just donât like seeing you with anyone else. It still feels like Iâm supposed to be there. Like Iâm supposed to be the one with you. I miss you.â
You shook your head as hurt started to creep back into your heart. âDonât say things like that to me, Theo. Not after what you did. I loved you, and you broke up with me out of nowhere for no good reason, either.â
âIâm sorry,â he tried to reach for you, but you shrugged off his hand. âI donât know why I did what I did. I just know that I regret it like crazy. I want to be with you, (Y/N). Iâve always wanted to be with you, I was stupid to let you go. Can you forgive me?â
Your lips pulled tight. âTheo, I canât just get back with you like this.â You said. âI donât trust you anymore. You broke my heart, and broke my trust. You gave me no reason for the breakup, so whoâs to say it wonât happen right after we get back together?â
He shook his head. âDolcezza, no. I wonât do that to you, not again. What can I do to prove this to you?â
You shrugged. âI donât know. I canât get back with you. Not like this, and not so soon. You really hurt me, Theo.â
âWell, what if we try being friends at least?â He suggested.Â
âYou wanna be my friend?â
âNo,â he said immediately. âBut Iâll settle for being your friend for as long as it takes to win you back.âÂ
Your heart warmed at what he had said. Maybe you could try being friends with him. He did really hurt you, but youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss him.Â
âOkay,â you decided, âIâll give you a chance to be my friend. Donât hurt me again, Theodore, or Iâll get Ginny on you.â
He chuckled. âDonât worry, darling, Iâm gonna do whatever it takes to get my baby back. I can promise you that.âÂ
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MESSY - LN4
pt.2
summary : Lando will not quit in attempts to keep seeing y/n piastri. The Azerbaijan Grand Prix ends triumphantly for the piastri family, followed by a flirty dinner, and paper being thrown at her in the early morning.
OG SUMMARY (After a steamy night together, neither Y/n or Lando expected to see eachother soon. Well, when they find eachother in the paddock and come to the realization that Y/n is a Piastri and Lando is Oscarâs teammate⌠things get interesting.)
listen up : piastri!reader. nothing major!! mentions of sex.
word count : 1453
â・â§Ëâ
Iâm fucking extatic.
My mom and I came to Baku on a whim and now I'm hugging my champagne soaked brother after a pole position with my sisters on facetime.
The race was genuinely insane and my mom cried the whole time. Turns out all the F1 I watched at home is a million times better in person.
Especially when this time I can see everybodyâs faces.
An hour later I'm waiting for Oscar to change while my mom is on a call. I look up when someone enters the room, heâs dark haired with huge brown eyes. âOh- Hi.â His accent hits me and I'm star struck at my third favorite driver, Carlos Sainz.
âHi.â I smile and look back at my phone, sort of freaking out on the inside.
He doesnât move though, âUh⌠I'm looking for Lando, have you seen him?â At the mention of the McLaren driver's name I feel my stomach twist.
âNo sorry.â He nods and looks around the orange room.
âYouâre not here with him?â
Here with him?
âNo⌠Iâm Oscarâs sister, Y/n.â His face makes an âoâ expression before shaking off and smiling.
âShit! Your brother did well today. Iâm Carlos.â I laugh a bit and am about to respond before Lando enters the room in black jeans, a mclaren shirt, and socks only. He looks at Carlos and I back and forth before raising a brow. Carlos turns to see him and says something in a hushed tone.
âRightâŚâ Lando glances at me but rips his eyes away quickly.
âI didnât know Piastri had a sister.â Carlos crosses his arms as I stand.
âFour, actually.â I laugh a bit, âNorris have you seen Oscar? Weâve got reservations.â I want to talk about his race but it feels wrong. P15 to P4 is pretty wild though. And sort of hot.
He basically laughs in my face, âHeâs gonna be a while⌠No chance youâre making those reservations.â
I give him an annoyed look, âGreat.â
âDonât hate the messenger, love.â He doesnât even flinch, but Carlos does.
He looks at Lando, horrified like he did something scandalous. As if he feels bad, he looks at me, âLook- your family can join us if you want.â Lando is the one to give him a look this time.
âSo your guysâ reservations will work, but mine wonât?â I cross my arms at the men.
âYou used your own name to make them?â Lando asks, I nod and as he tries to hide his smile he says, âYeah you can come with us.â
â・â§Ëâ
Oscar is confused at the invite but goes along with it. My mom decides to stay at the hotel for some work calls which makes me more nervous. Iâm now alone with my brother, my hookup, Carlosâ clueless ass, Alex Albon, and Max Verstappen.
I almost cry when Alexâs girlfriend joins us. Lily and I follow eachother and have DMâd a few times but meeting in person is like me being saved.
âSo, Y/n! Enjoy the race today?â Alex asks me cheerily, pouring more water into his glass with an arm around Lily.
âNo race talk!â Lando and Max say in unison. I donât really know how they do it. They race each other for two hours, are always pissy after, then just switch to being friendly so quick.
I look at Carlos whoâs talking merrily with Alex, surprising considering he was a lap away from a podium before his dreams were crushed by a RedBull and a prayer.
The table weâre at is large and oddly enough, round. The restaurant is beautiful and mostly deserted except for our table. Iâm next to Lily and Oscar, Lando across from me.
Iâm acutely aware that heâs across from me because he hasnât taken his eyes off me. I watch his hands move his Monza pole ring around his finger. God his hands. His hands that were all over me-
âY/n, What are you ordering?â Lily asks which shakes me from my imagination.
After ordering we fall into comfortable conversation which eventually ends in me making fun of Oscar with photos from our childhood. âRight then! Thatâs enough.â Oscar eyes me when my phone swipes to a photo of Osc dressed up as a car.
âWe know Oscarâs kink now.â Max jokes and I cringe, âWhat? They always stem from childhood!â
âSo who you calling daddy then, Verstappen?â Lando doesnât miss a beat, Max side eyes him. âNo need to be ashamed, Osc.â
âNot in front of my baby sister, please.â He looks around the group who are all laughing.
âCome on, you're a year older than me!â I sigh, âYou donât know what I get up to.â
He makes a disgusted face.
âOr who.â I add simply, sipping my drink as Lando chokes on his. His face is red after Max slaps him on the back.
Oscar ends up changing the conversation around to old karting days and how I was dragged along. I eventually excuse myself to the bathroom, checking my hair and washing my hands, as I leave I run into Lando.
âHi pretty.â He smirks as I roll my eyes.
âWould you stop staring at me? Oscar isnât blind.â
He shrugs, âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo. Itâs kinda difficult when you look like that.â Iâm going to pretend that didn't do something to me and move on.
âNice race today. Sort of impressive.â I match his cool demeanor which he loses after my words.
âA compliment?â He grins, god his smile is ridiculous and when itâs directed at me I want to faint, âThanks love. Wanna celebrate with me later?â
âCareful with the nickname, Norris. Iâll be celebrating with the man who actually won.â
Speaking of, Oscar joins us in the hall, his face dropping when he sees us, âPlease tell me you arenât friends already.â I stand up straighter, âI canât have you two combine forces against me.â
This makes me laugh, âDonât worry, Osci.â I squeeze his shoulder before stepping away.
Lando follows, âYeah I donât think weâre the friends type.â I eye him behind me, he just winks.
â・â§Ëâ
Iâm pretty sure the world is working against me. Or maybe for me?
Weâve got an extra day in Baku to spend with Oscar. I woke up early, getting hot chocolate and settling on my balcony with my book and pajamas.
Iâm happy in the early light, breathing in the fresh air when I hear a whistle. My eyes are drawn down to the man running shirtless, shading his eyes from the sun while looking up at me.
âGood morning!â Lando sings, that smile already planted onto his face. He looks way too tan, sweaty, and fit for five in the morning.
âMorning.â I say back.
âWatcha reading?â I raise a brow, confused because no guy ever cares about that.
âUm. Little women.â I close the book and flash him the cover. He nods.
âI have something for you!â He reaches into his pocket and I wouldnât be surprised if he pulled out a boom box.
He pulls out a crumpled piece of paper, âAre you sending me a nude by hand?â
He laughs out loud, âNo! Itâs my number!â He throws it up but the wind pushes it right back down, landing at his feet.
He frowns and tries again, âYouâre quite bold for a one night stand.â The paper falls again and I try not to laugh. He grabs it, looking up at me once again. I can see the blueness of his eyes even from stories up.
âWho said it was just a one night stand?â He squeezes the paper tighter. When he throws it once more, it finally lands on my balcony but Landoâs eyes jet to the balcony next to mine.
âThe hell are you doing?â My brother's voice makes my eyes go wide. I had forgotten heâs right next door.
âComing to see you, of course!â Lando opens his arms wide.
I can practically hear Oscar shaking his head, âGo away.â Lando nods and starts to jog backwards, his eyes meet mine once last time, making my breath stop short.
He smiles wider, turning around and following his route.
I shake my head, smiling to myself and opening the crinkled ball of paper. It reads his number and a small note.
Give me a chance, Y/n. You wonât regret it.
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You Could Be Mine
Pairing: Lando Norris x reader
Warnings: smut
It was a hot summer evening and you found yourself on a private party on a 100 m yacht in Monaco hosted by none other than Lando Norris. Actually, you weren't initially invited, your best friend was, but when she mentioned to Lando that you were in town too, he was more than happy to send you a verbal invitation through her.
Lando and you have a history together. You met a year ago in a club when you were visiting Monaco for the first time. He was your friend's friend and from the first moment you laid eyes on each other there was an undeniable attraction between you two. You spent 3 unforgettable wild nights together back then, but there has never been anything more since then.
And here you were again, back in town, at his party. There was quite a lot of people for a private party, a lot of girls too, but his eyes were glancing at you the whole night. You could feel his gaze searching for you, but you also saw how many girls around him were practically begging for his attention and you weren't gonna be one of them.
You don't want him that much, you thought.
That's why he couldn't wait to catch you alone somewhere. Once you wandered onto the upper deck, the highest one where was no people, Lando saw his chance and took it. You two quickly got into talking. He was so obviously flirting with you, he really wasn't wasting any time, he wanted to let you know that you've been on his mind and that he didn't forget about your nights together.
"So for how long are you staying in Monaco?" He asked stepping closer to you holding his hands in the pockets of his white linen pants.
"Two more nights." You say biting your lip.
"That's such a shame.." Pulling them out of his pockets, one of his hands finds its way to your cheek and the other to your waist pulling you closer to him. "If only I'd known sooner that you were here..."
"And why is that?" You ask glancing at his lips as his thumb caresses your cheek.
He runs his tongue over his lip then gently traces with his finger over your bottom lip before mumbling "What if I told you I've been getting off to the thought of you?"
You smirk squeezing your thighs hoping he wouldn't notice it while your faces are only inches away from each other's.
"It wasn't easy to forget you either, I must admit"
"Yeah?" He asks and you nod putting your hands against his chest looking up at him. "So what are we gonna do about it then?"
"Well, you tell me"
"I'd rather show you" He murmurs before he finally presses his lips against yours. The kiss gradually changed from gentle and slow to fast, passionate and heated. He was hungry for more of whatever this was between the two of you. His tongue ran over your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you willingly granted.
"Fuck, I forgot what a good kisser you are" He pants and you blush hiding your face in his shoulder. He gently moves your hair out of your neck so he can leave sloppy kisses that send tingly feelings through your body.
His hand slowly comes between your thighs slowly working its way up under your short dress as you slightly part your legs for him. Just as his fingers were about to reach your wet lace panties, a squeaky female voice interrupts you.
"Lando!" The girl screams from downstairs making you quickly close and squeeze your thighs at the loss of his touch as he pulls back from you. "Where are you? Are you coming down?" The girl asks climbing a few stairs to see him. It was the girl who had been crawling all over him all evening desperately trying to get a minute of his attention. Her gaze stops at you raising her eyebrow and eyeing you up and down.
"Give me a minute" Lando says brushing her off to which she mumbles something rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed at his lack of interests, and leaves.
"Is that your girlfriend to be?" You provoke.
"She'd like that, but she never will be" He reassures you once again pulling your body closer to him. "But you could be" You giggle, but don't say anything to his unexpected proposal?
"I'd love to fuck you against this fence now," He whispers squeezing your hips. "But I'll do that in the morning when everyone leaves"
"What makes you think I'll be here in the morning?" You tease him.
"There's no way I'm letting you go before I show you how much I've been thinking about you." He groans as you slowly lift your leg and press your knee lightly into his crotch. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy..Come with me right now"
Lando goes down the stairs first and you follow behind him. He takes your hand leading you as you two disappear unnoticed into one of the rooms on the yacht.
As soon as the door closed he was pressing you against them forcing his tongue inside your mouth and lifting up your dress. You whimpered as he vigorously turned you around pulling your panties to the side and gently pushing your cheek against the hard surface of the door. He slipped his fingers inside you only to spread your wetness all over your slit and over his tip before teasing you with it.
"Lan" You moaned.
"What baby?" He murmurs into your ear rubbing his cock over your folds, but not pushing himself in. "Tell me what you want"
"Stop with the teasing and fuck me already"
"Fuck, you turn me on so much you don't even know. Feel how hard you make me? It's fucking aching for you" He hisses grinding against your ass.
He positions his cock at your entrance and you eagerly push your ass back on him. You were dripping wet so he slid in without the slightest trouble.
"So ready for me" He groans scraping his teeth over your bare shoulder making you shiver. "You're so tight baby, fuuuck"
He was thrusting into you deep and fast, your ass was grinding back against his pelvis as the sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room. You were so into each other that you weren't even trying to be quiet. You almost forgot that anyone could walk by the room and hear your moaning.
As the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach started building, from the other side of the door, the squeaky voice of the girl who interrupted you once was heard again.
"Lando?"
"Shit" The voice snaps you back to reality as he abruptly stops moving making you whine ruining your orgasm.
"Lando, are you in there?" She asks again. He puts his hand over your mouth breathing heavily as he slowly starts moving again.
"Should I tell her how deep inside of me you are?" You ask quietly removing his hand from your mouth.
"She's fucking crazy, and I don't want anyone to touch you" He pulls out of you and turns you around to face him.
"I'm not scared of her, I know she can't have you the way I can" You didn't even mind that she was behind the door because you knew you had all his attention, you knew he was starving only your touch.
You start kissing his wide neck, running your tongue over the veins that were popping out as he throws his head back.
"Fuck, she's not even half of you"
He reaches under your ass tapping your thighs signaling you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. When you do so he leads you to the bed gently throwing you down and getting on top of you.
"I missed you" He says looking at your lips before you connect them. You were clinging to each other as he started thrusting into you again only this time slow, deep and raw. He was enjoying the feeling of your walls tightly hugging him.
"I missed you too" You were moaning into each other's mouth, gasping for air as both of you were getting closer and closer. "Faster, Lan, please"
"You gonna cum with me?" He asks. You nod and he quickens his pace. "I'm n-not pulling out, okay?" His voice cracked and legs trembled. You didn't even have time to answer as your climax penetrated your whole body. Lando's quickly followed by filling you up to the top.
"Ohh fuuck" He moaned before collapsing down on you.
When your breathing calmed down he propped himself up on his elbows looking at you and caressing your cheek before placing a soft kiss on it. "You okay, baby?" He asks.
"Yeah" You blush at the nickname he didn't call you by the last time you were together.
"Why are you blushing?" He asks smiling, but you're too shy to say why. "Tell me"
"I'm not telling you"
"Is it because I called you baby?" You giggle trying to hide your face to the side from him, but his fingers pull your chin back to face him. "I'm not letting you leave Monaco this time. You're staying here with me."
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closer than friends
PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT: 5.3k
WARNINGS: season 1/2 era, friends to lovers, sweet love confession, Dean being Samâs wingman
A/N: my first supernatural fic is finally here!!! Itâs been a long while since Iâve had the motivation to write, and Iâm so glad I was able to get this out and share it. Please reblog if you enjoy!! <33
"How many times are you gonna shift in your goddamn seat, woman, jesus christ." Dean glances over at you from the wheel for the fourth time, watching you rub your eyes and knock your shoulder into the side of the Impala's door again.
"It's not my fault the passenger seat isn't made for comfortable napping, Dean."
You hear Sam chuckle from over your shoulder; this makes you look back to find him comfortably nestled into the corner of the backseat with his sweatshirt tucked in the crook of his neck so he can lean against his door without discomfort.
You huff, "I don't want a word from you."
"Says the girl who called shotgun and fought for the front seat all morning."
"What did I just say?"
Dean rolls his eyes, "Okay, knock it off. We're finding a place to sleep tonight."
While Dean focuses back onto driving, you try your hardest to find a suitable position that would allow you to sleep for awhile up until you guys made it to whatever hotel you were staying in for the night. You'd like to blame the Impala for your sleep deprivation, but you've slept in it before just fine, so you know the car isn't the problem. Even though you're going on just over 36 hours of no sleep, your mind won't shut off. The events of the case you were working on for the past couple of days play like a movie in your head, reminding you of how it ended over and over again.
You swallow quite harshly, and shift in your seat again. Something soft smacks the back of your head and you whip around to see what Sam's hit you with, but it's just his sweatshirt, and he's already leaning against the side of the car like he was before, almost as if he hadn't moved at all.
You mumble out a quiet "thank you," and you don't bother to even listen for any sort of reply before you're stuffing his sweatshirt underneath your head and forcing yourself to go to sleep. It's not long before you hear Sam's soft breathing from the backseat signifying that the boy has finally fallen asleep himself. You almost gave up until you saw Dean turn down his music just a little, side-eyeing you as he looked between you and the road.
"Is that better?" He asks.
"It was fine before."
"I'll keep it like this anyway."
You hum in response, and he goes back to humming his own tune to follow along with the music. With Sam's soft breathing in the back and Dean's low humming, you finally find something else other than your mind to focus on, which ultimately leads to your eyes lulling shut and you drifting off to sleep.
When your eyes start to peel back open again, the car is stopped and there's light rain patter on the wind shield. You lift your head causing Sam's sweatshirt to lightly fall into your lap, and at the same time the door opens revealing a slightly wet Sam waiting for you.
"C'mon, we're here."
"Slow your roll, Sammy, I just woke up." Your head lolls back onto the seat, and you let your eyes close once again, forgetting about Sam who's standing in the rain waiting for you to get out.
"Alright, let's go."
You shiver and grumble a slight protest as you feel his cold hands slip underneath your body to grab you and pick you out of the Impala. He knocks the door shut as he cradles you close to his chest as to not drop you, and as he locks the car. Your ear stays smushed against his front as he carries you, allowing you to feel the soft pitter patter of his heart beating in his chest.
"What time is it?" You mumble sleepily.
"Close to ten."
"That's it?"
"Yeah." You nod, not replying this time so you can nod back off in his arms. You're back to being fast asleep once again by the time Sam reaches the room Dean picked out for you, and he tries tucking you into your bed as gently as possible so he doesn't accidentally wake you up. In the short process you only mutter something unintelligible to Sam's ears as he finishes pulling the blankets up, so he ignores it and kisses you on the forehead, bidding you a good night before he retreats back to the room he's sharing with Dean for the night.
It's much later when you're rudely roused from sleep by a nightmare; you sit up straight in the bed with your hands by your sides clawing at the sheets, your eyes wide and unfocused, much too scared to figure out where you are or how you've gotten there. It takes a second to realize you're in a motel room, and now, the sheets that were once neatly laid over your body are haphazardly thrown towards the end of the bed, practically hanging off and hitting the floor. You take a shaky deep breath in and out, taking your trembling hand and placing it over your heart in an attempt to regulate it.
After a couple minutes your breathing is sort of back to normal, but your shakiness hasn't stopped. At that point, you're aware you won't be falling asleep again anytime soon, so you sit up further and throw your legs off the bed to go and find something to busy yourself with. In the corner there's a chair that you notice has your bag on top of it, and there's a small table next to it with a notepad. Your curiosity pulls you towards it, and when your feet reach the table, you're able to make out Sam's sloppy handwriting.
If you need us. - S
Next to the writing is a key card, which you can obviously assume is the one to their room. You pick it up and turn it over a few times, debating on whether this dream was something worth needing them for. In your head, needing was the same thing as bothering and it was never used as a positive term. But you know that if you spend another minute in that bed you might actually start crying and drive yourself crazy over the dream, so you take your chances and hope one of the boys will let you sleep in their bed or at least talk to you for awhile and get your mind off of it.
When you open the door and step outside, you become acutely aware of the cold air on your arms and legs rather quickly, and you begin to wish you were wearing a sweatshirt instead of one of Sam's shirts and a pair of shorts. The chill encapsulates you, making you hasten your step towards the room down the hall with the number specified on the key card. Once you make it to the room, you're pushing yourself up on your tip toes because, despite your sock covered feet, the ground is still horridly cold and you're hoping to get off it as soon as possible. Although, you find yourself unable to let yourself in once you find yourself standing in front of the door. You give it a good five minutes before you work up the nerve to finally pat the key card on the handle to allow yourself in the room. Once you've pushed open the door a crack, you're able to perceive a bed-side lamp turned on, and Sam leaning against his headboard next to it.
His head snaps up from his book at the sound of the door being pushed open, but he relaxes when he realizes it's you.
"Hey," he says softly. He's in the brown sweatshirt you were passing back and forth earlier, and he's weirdly still in a pair of jeans, but at this point you're used to seeing Sam and Dean wearing their jeans to bed.
"Hi," you respond back, even softer.
Sam likes to think he's pretty good at perceiving your body language, especially after knowing you for so long; so when he notices your trembling hands, your flushed cheeks, and your frantic eyes, he knows that you've had a nightmare.
He's not gonna ask why you're there since he knows why, so he only pats the side of the bed next to him and asks, "You wanna' join me?"
You're quick to nod your head and cross the room to join him, and it's only then when you're on the bed that you notice Dean isn't in the other one.
"Where's Dean?"
"Oh, he left to drive around. He's probably at a bar, or sleeping in the car somewhere." He says casually.
You hum, "Couldn't sleep?"
"Neither of us really could. He asked if I wanted to come with, but I didn't really feel like leavin'." Sam left out the fact he didn't want to leave you here alone, since he doesn't like leaving you anywhere by yourself. Dean doesn't either, but he doesn't get fussy over it like Sam sometimes does when you fight them on it.
"I can't either," you say quietly.
With some of your hair dangling in your face and your flushed cheeks, you look sort of delicate in Sam's eyes. You look sad, but when you look at him you have a gentle smile covering your lips, and when you look away your mouth curves downward again, only slightly, to where you might think he won't notice, but he does.
Sam's always stayed observant of you, even when you think you're the one who takes all the mental notes of him.
He reaches out, lifting the hand closest to you and letting his palm rest gently on top of your shoulder.
"You okay?" He almost looks like a puppy when he asks, and it's pitiful. For you mostly because he's cute, but why should he look like that when you feel like you're gonna start crying any minute.
You don't even want to answer because if your mouth opens you're either gonna say you're fine, or words describing the terrors you experienced in your sleep are going to come pouring out of your mouth and you won't be able to stop until you're a sobbing, pitiful mess and you could not handle being that way in front of Sam.
You couldn't.
But looking at him looking at you so fondly, it's like he's trying to tell you he'll comfort you the only way he knows how and he's gonna fix all your problems with a touch or two alone. Like the way he wants to hold you will melt all your fears into nothing and the way he wants to kiss you will make you forget any of it even happened. His eyes speak more than words could express in this moment and you don't even care if you seem desperate, or needy, or anything really. You allow yourself to fall forward into his awaiting arms, and when your head meets his chest, you can't help the first sob that escapes your lips.
You sound so tired, and the way that you're crying so harshly makes him feel like you're tearing yourself apart inside, like each breath is ripping off another piece of your heart.
"Honey..." he breathes out gently, wrapping his one arm around your neck and his other only comes up about half way so he can hold your head close to him under his chin. You've fallen completely into his side, your head against his chest and one leg practically in his lap, but he doesn't seem mind. âDo you⌠want to talk about it?â
You consider it for a moment; you probably would feel better opening up to him about the case you just worked, considering he was also there and knows how hard it was, but you also know opening up to Sam makes you feel close to him. Intimate almost. Youâve never been one to share your thoughts or feelings generously, and you think that must have just came with the messed up childhood, since Sam and Dean are pretty much the same way. But as the years went on, the boys got much better at opening up to you than you did them. Although, if there was anyone that could get you to talk, it was Sam.
Today, you decided, would not be one of those days.
You shake your head, "I'm okay, I'm okay. I'll be fine." You know by his soft sigh that he doesn't believe you, but luckily he doesn't push it. "Can we just stay like this for a little while?" You whisper shyly, despite knowing he wouldn't say no to you.
"Yeah," he strokes your hair softly, "Yeah, of course."
You lay comfortably against him as he slowly but surely calms you down, holding your head and rubbing your arm gently as you let out sad little sniffles. Once you've relaxed, you murmur something into his chest that he thinks might have been a thank you, but before he can ask you've already fallen asleep.
About an hour later after the two of you have fallen asleep, Dean unlocks the door and enters the room slightly shitfaced but more so tired. He freshens up in the bathroom so he doesn't wake up feeling even worse in a couple of hours, and he doesn't even notice you're there until he's trudging out of it, eyes wide and feet frozen to the floor as he takes in the image of you and Sam cuddled up to each other in Sam's bed. He manages to put his fist against his mouth just in time to cover up a surprised laugh, taking in the sight of his little brother in the same bed as their best friend.
"This is gold." Dean smiles mischievously, pulling his phone out of his pocket to capture the moment. "Just friends my ass." He mutters.
...
"Dean, if I have to hear you say that girl's name again one more time, I'm going to chop your head off. I don't care how good she was at su-"
"Alright, alright, let's quiet down shall' we?" Sam pats your shoulder and looks around the cafe to see if anyone heard you bickering with Dean about last night's one night stand. Dean laughs loudly as he lets himself into the corner booth that the three of you chose while you were walking in.
"What, you nervous someone's gonna hear us, Sammy?"
"It's 8 in the morning, Dean. Let's be a little respectful."
You hide your giggle, "Yeah, Dean."
Dean rolls his eyes, glancing at Sam as he ever so casually throws his arm over the back of the seat behind you, looking at the side of your face to see if you've taken notice. You're picking your nail, completely oblivious. He almost rolls his eyes again.
"Well," Dean straightens up, "Let's see what we have on the menu today."
"Don't act like you're not going to get the same exact thing you get every day," you comment, not even looking up from your nail.
"What's with the attitude, sweetheart? Didn't sleep well?" Sam's smile quickly turns to an annoyed frown as he makes eye contact with Dean, silently sending him daggers to keep his mouth shut.
You squint your eyes at him and open your mouth to come back with a retort, but the waitress walks up before you get the chance to say anything.
"Are y'all ready yet, or would you like a few minutes?" She asks kindly.
"Can we have a couple more minutes?" You say, since the three of you haven't even taken a look at the menu yet. She nods and retreats, leaving you alone with the boys once again. Sam and Dean grab their menus and you quickly realize there isn't a third, so you go to call the waitress back, but Sam nudges you just before you do.
"It's fine, just share mine." You huddle close next to him, resting your chin on your hand as you survey the food options as Sam does the same. He's so close his hair just so slightly grazes the skin of your cheek. Dean raises his eyebrows when he notices Sam's leg has started bouncing and he covers up his laugh with a cough just as he did last night, busying himself and acting clueless as the two of you look up at him.
"You alright?" You ask jokingly.
"Yup, totally fine. You guys ready yet?"
"Yep. How about you, Sammy?" He clears his throat and doesn't say anything, but he nods his head in response, which has you eyeing him weirdly. You choose to ignore it and let Sam order for you while you kick Dean under the table to stop being flirty with the nice waitress, and he only winks at you before he gives his order too.
When the waitress departs from your table, Dean lets his eyes follow her just for a second before he's turning back to the two of you, and he gets this questioning look on his face when he realizes the two of you are blankly glaring at him with the same narrowed eyes.
"What," he throws his hands up in defense, "I can't admire a good-looking woman?"
You and Sam glance at each other with a knowing glance right before you look back at Dean and say, "What's with you today? Why are you acting so..."
"Strange." Sam says. He leans forward on the table, "Why do you look like you're up to something?"
"Huh? Me?" Dean points to himself, "I'm not up to anything. I'm just being plain old me."
"Yeah, sure." You laugh him off and start a side conversation with Sam that has the two of you forgetting about Dean for the moment. Dean always knew Sam liked you; it's so obvious, at least to him. But he wishes he'd realized before how clearly obvious you are too. He doesn't know if he wants to throw up or throw a party.
...
A couple weeks later
"One or two rooms?" The lady asks.
"One please." Dean replies, handing the lady one of his debit cards that probably had some weird made up name on it. When Dean turns around with his debit card and the key in hand, you and Sam are looking at him weird like a couple of toddlers.
"Really? One room? Since when have we done that?" You questioned.
"Since you and Sammy boy over here started sharing a bed every night. I'm not gonna pay for two rooms when you don't use yours." Dean quickly catches on to how he's embarrassed the two of you so he adds, "and besides, I'd rather you stick with us anyway. Keep the team together." He pats your shoulder with a smirk and leaves the two of you behind. Sam spares a glance at your face and he's a bit surprised to find that you're just as taken aback as he is, but you don't say anything and you follow Dean rather quickly.
The three of you head back to the Impala to grab your bags before heading to the room, and when you go to take out yours, Sam slides in front of you and grabs his in one hand, and yours in the other.
"Sam." You say impassively.
"Yeah?"
"I am fully capable of grabbing my own bag."
"Oh I know. I'm just getting a quick work-out, since you know, your bag is like 50 pounds from all the clothes you carry.
"It is not, I barely bring anything with me!"
"You might be right, but if I may ask, how many of the shirts in here are actually mine?"
You pretend to think, "Um, probably like two. Maybe three."
A wide grin spreads across his face as he laughs at you, "Now you're lying! Half my wardrobe is in here!" Sam pushes the cracked door open with his behind and holds it open for you, standing to the side with his foot on the door. Dean's bag is at the end of his bed and he's already crashed on the bed nearest to the door.
"Hey, it's not my fault your clothes are more comfortable than mine! I don't know who decided that men deserve softer clothes."
"Well, in that case," he dropped the bags, "be my guest."
"Oh, how sweet. I like how you think you had any choice in the matter."
"Haha, very funny. Do you want the first shower?"
"You can take it, I had it the other night. Besides, I need to figure out which shirt I'm stealing tonight. I was thinking of the blue one, or actually, maybe the green-"
"Oh my god, I'm leaving." He rolls his eyes, but you can see the amused smirk on his face as he heads to the bathroom, and gently closes the door behind him. You giggle to yourself as you pull out his blue shirt from your bag and a pair of pants since it's a bit chillier tonight.
He's out of the shower pretty quick, and when he emerges from the steamy bathroom, you're next to Dean's bed whacking him repeatedly with a pillow.
"I told you to stop snoring!" You yell at him.
"Hmph, stop hitting me, crazy woman!" He mumbles sleepily at you. You stop hitting him when you notice Sam watching you, and he wants to laugh at how cute you look, like some kid who's got caught doing something they're not supposed to.
"What, he was bothering me."
He smiles, "I don't doubt it."
He doesn't realize that you froze mainly because he came out in a pair of sweats and no shirt, with his hair dripping wet and a towel around his shoulders. Dean peaks his eyes open and grumbles when he notices the way you're looking at him. You hear Dean, which breaks you out of your temporary trance.
You drop the pillow and give him a sheepish look, "I'm gonna- I'll take my shower now." You nod, promptly leaving the room after you grab the clothes you had set out on your bed. Sam watches you leave, more than a bit confused might he add, suspicious of the way your mood had suddenly changed. Once he hears the water running and the curtain pull back signifying you're in the shower, and can no longer hear him, he settles on the bed and asks Dean a question.
"What happened?"
"You happened, you idiot."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard what I said. I'm sick and tired of watching you two pine after the other when you clearly love each other, so for gods sake- no, my sake, tell the girl you love her and get on with it!"
Sam's face is hysterical, and if Dean weren't so tired right now he'd be laughing, but he's exhausted in more ways than one, so all he can do is shut is eyes and hope his little brother makes a move on the girl who's been his practically since the day they met her.
"D-Dean... I can't just-"
"Yes you can, and you will." Dean finalizes. "At this point I'll just do it for you. It's unbearable." Sam huffs loudly, flopping back onto the bed.
He lays there and stares at the ceiling for awhile until he hears his brother's soft snores coming from the other side of the room; when he sits up and runs a hand through his hair, he hears the shower turn off and your light humming become more audible.
He takes a final deep breath just as you walk out of the bathroom with your hair combed nicely and your warm pajamas, perfectly ready for bed. Not exactly ready for your best friend to confess his undying love for you. He wants to crumble at the sight of your smile.
"You okay?" You ask gently. "You look a little pale."
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he waves you off, "When am I not fine?"
You laugh softly, "Do you want me to answer that?"
"Actually no." He gives a soft laugh of his own before his eyes land on his brother again, thinking over the words that were spoken to him just minutes prior to you walking out of that door. You were so near, so close to their conversation, and you have no idea. He can't help but think that maybe you'll be taken aback, shocked beyond belief, or traumatized enough to the point you yell at him and leave him for good. Or, maybe... possibly... there's a small chance you do feel the way that Dean says you feel, and in just a few moments the entirety of your relationship will change. Well, no matter what it'll change.
He just hopes it's what he feels it might be.
Sam's face snaps up to you quickly, like he's just had a sudden thought, and his eyes hold yours for a beat too long before he asks, "Can we go outside for a second?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He gets up and takes long strides towards the door, you just a foot behind. He opens it and leaves it open for you to slide through, and he's standing there with his hands in his pockets facing away from you. You give him a questioning glance, but he doesn't see it.
"You have the key?" You query.
"Um..." he pulls out the card in his hand to make sure and you giggle at him, but he just nods, putting it back in his pocket, gulping strangely, "Yeah, I got it."
"Okay." You whisper softly, closing the door quietly behind you. You're silent for a moment, giving him a second to see if he'd speak first, but he doesn't. "You okay, Sammy?"
"I'm in love with you."
Not even a beat later, those words exit his mouth, and everything changes. The atmosphere that was once light, comfortable, and knowing, has shifted to one of fearful eyes, harsh breaths and unspeakable tension. His hands, once unafraid to grab hold of you, now remain glued to his side, flexing and itching to reach forward and touch your skin. His heart is beating so fast he feels like it's getting torn out; each individual piece of it being sliced and picked carefully from his chest as if he were on an operating table.
He can't tell if the look on your face is fear or shock. Probably both. But he doesn't know if it's good or bad and it's scaring him.
"Say something." He breathes out, with a drop of desperation.
Your mouth, hung open for a brief amount of time, now closes, and you gulp just like he did before he uttered those five little words.
"What did you say?" you murmur, looking like you just got pulled from space.
He repeats himself. "I'm in love with you."
You don't say anything again, but he continues.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to say that." He interrupts himself with a laugh, a scared, almost detached sounding laugh, but one nonetheless. You stare at him as he goes on. "For weeks I've had these moments where I look at you and all I can think about is telling you how I feel, but then some part of me ruins it and then I forget about it until you do something again that makes me want to say it again."
"Which, I swear is every two seconds because all you have to do is look at me with those eyes and all I want to do is grab your face and tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me and how I can't stand sleeping next to you one more night without you knowing that I can't sleep without you anymore. I need you by my side, tucking your head under mine. It's not that I can't because I could, but I don't ever want to again. I could live a hundred lifetimes, all of them with you in them, but if you weren't mine, if you were someone else's, I wouldn't dare live another."
When he notices the tear streaking down your face, he finally reaches forward to hold your cheek in the palm of his hand. Your own comes up from your side to grip tight onto the wrist that's holding your face, and he can tell that you've noticed he's shaking.
"Sam..." Your voice comes out unsure, "Are you sure?"
"Am I sure?" He questions you, giving you an incredulous look. "Sweetheart, I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
You're holding onto him so tight, he just knows what you're going to say next.
"I love you." You thought it would come out a whisper, but it sounds stronger than you expected. You close your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Sam, I love you so much."
His smile is brighter than a thousand suns, and his forehead drops against yours, staying there as you breath the other in; this new confession bringing in a wind of fresh air that has you feeling like you've both earned a pair of new lungs.
"I thought you might say that." He utters quietly, making you laugh and hit his chest lightly.
"Oh, shut up. Then why were you so scared, dumbass."
"I was confessing my love for you, either way I'm gonna be nervous!"
You smile cheekily, "Your love for me..."
"Don't act like you didn't know." His other hand comes up to hold the other side of your face, tilting your head up more to see you clearly.
"Maybe. But I had my doubts too." You confess.
Sam shrugs, "Well, without Dean I probably wouldn't have said anything for another decade, so-"
Your mouth drops open, "You finally gained the courage because Dean forced you to?" Sam stays still as you gape at him, and he smiles nervously.
"Does it help if I was thinking about it first?"
"Oh my god." You groan dejectedly and drop your head forward onto his chest. He holds the back of your head as he shakes with laughter.
"Okay, okay, be mad at me, whatever. Am I getting my kiss now?"
"Who said you were gonna get one at all?"
"Don't mess with me."
"I wouldn't dare."
...
The next morning, Dean groggily peels his eyes open to the morning sunlight peeking out of the curtains, and grumbles, questioning the time. It's around 8 am, which surprises him because he would have expected you or Sam to have woken him by now. At the thought of you guys, he turns over and manages to find himself alone in the dingy motel room. The bed covers are torn from the top of the bed, more settled towards the end of it, showing that you guys obviously slept in it, but there's no sign you or Sam are even still here.
Suddenly, he hears the low growl of his Baby pulling up outside, making him swing his legs out of bed and trudge over to the door. He swings it open, getting ready to yell at the both of you for going anywhere without him, even if it was breakfast, but his eyes widen and his jaw drops at the sight he's seeing.
You and Sam are standing close together near the trunk, leaning against the side, but mostly the other. Sam's hand, that isn't holding the grocery bags, is holding your hip, and you're looking up at him with a mischievous look in your eye. Sam says something which conjures up a giggle out of you, which then has Sam smiling brightly at the sight of you. He leans down and kisses you straight on the lips, holding you there for a moment before he pulls away to catch his breath. Both of you stand there, unaware of Dean's eyes on you, but neither of you would even really care if you did.
Dean's shocked expression turns to one of accomplishment. He nods, satisfied, and smiles like his brother just did. He sighs.
"Kids."
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LATE NIGHT DRIVES
warnings: 18+ smut! wrap it before u tap it!! fingering, female receiving, p in v sex, squirting, creampie, fluff, pet names, lmk if i missed any!!
summary: reader texts Rafe late at night, not able to fall asleep.
It was a typical Friday night, you were at home in bed. you had on one of Rafe's tee shirts he had recently left over your house one of the times he came over this week. He loved when you wore his clothes so it didnt really concern you whether or not he would be mad you wore his shirt to bed.
It was 10pm. 11pm. then 12.
you were tossing and turning for hours on end, thinking about Rafe. you hadn't seen him since Wednesday, and you both have had a busy week. Rafe fell asleep somewhere between 8 and 9pm. While you were tossing for hours, trying to get an ounce of sleep. You finally had enough and reached over to your nightstand and unplugged your phone to text him. You find his contact name and click it, beginning to type out a message.
imessage:
Y/N: rafe are you awake ??
*a few moments later you receive a text back*
Rafeyđ¤: yeah baby i just woke up to use the bathroom. whats wrong princess?
Y/N: i cant sleep. can we go for a late night drive?
Rafeyđ¤: yeah sweetheart. im omw, be ready in 5
~
after you read that text, you slide your feet into some soft slippers you had laying by your vanity. you grab your phone and head out when you hear his truck pull in.
you head outside and he gets out to open the passenger door for you, and circles around back to the drivers side.
"hey princess, you okay?" he says, a hint of concern lingering in his tone.
"yeah baby im okay, just couldn't get myself to sleep. and i missed you"
he presses a lingering kiss to your lips. "i missed you too princess."
Rafe can see the curve of your tits thru the thin fabric of his tee shirt on your body. he looks back up at your eyes for as he speaks "y'know, i can help you fall asleep baby." he says, obviously hinting at something suggestive.
you and Rafe haven't had sex in about a week, due to the busy schedule you two had alongside everything else, so you were obviously horny as ever.
~
a few minutes later after you two quit prodding around the subject, you crawl into the backseat after him, and he presses his lips onto yours. the only sounds that can be heard in the car are the sounds of you adjusting your position on his lap, and your lips smacking together. As you two continue to kiss, you undress each other and one thing lead to another.
he lowers his head between your thighs and he licks a stripe up your cunt. he pushes two of his lengthy fingers inside your pussy and starts to thrust them in and out as his tongue works overtime on your clit. "mm, rafey! 's so good daddy." he smirks against ur clit and he doubles his efforts. "yeah? you gonna cum on daddy's fingers baby?" as he says that, the band in ur stomach is about to snap until he pulls his lengthy fingers out your cunt.
"rafey!!" you whine. "i wan' you cumming on daddys cock okay baby? you gonna be a good girl and do that, hm?" you nod frantically, and then shift a little, as he lines his tip up to your entrance. "ready f'me baby?" he asks, and then when you nod, he pushes majority of his length inside your tight walls. he rolls his hips a few times at a decent pace, then when you adjust he moves frantically, then bends down to connect your lips together. you cant even speak the way his fat cock is moving in and out of you, all you can do is whimper and moan; your mouth hanging open. "good girl. taking my cock so good baby" you can feel the band in your stomach about to snap, and the pleasure is becoming all too much, rafe can tell your close by the way u tighten around him and your eyes roll back. he moves his free hand in front of him to your clit to rub circles on it gently "cum for me princess." thats all it took for you. then the band inside you snapped, and you felt a warm liquid gush between your legs as you orgasm. "yeah thats it baby, squirt on my dick. jus' like that baby" he helps you ride out your orgasm and then he paints your tummy with thick white ropes of cum.
he pulls out of you with a pop, and then helps you adjust your sleep shorts and puts his shirt back on you, then tucks himself back in his sleeping pants.
he then drives back to your house, and helps you out the car and tucks you into bed, getting in beside you after he's dimmed the lights out.
you two fall asleep listening to each others heartbeat and slow breaths.
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â â (ŕ¨ŕ§) BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK
. .â FEATURINGâ âĄâ percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace, luke castellan (respectively) x gn!reader
ďšđšďš in which ďźthey get jealous. (and it looks good on them) ââ masterlist
percy jackson ; percyâs eyes track your every movement as you laugh at something someone else saidâa sound that usually belongs to him.
he leans back against the tree, arms crossed, fingers drumming against his bicep in a rhythm too slow, too measured for the thoughts running through his head. across the campfire, you're caught in conversation with someone who seems a little too interested in every word you say, leaning in just a bit too close. the guyâs smile, belonging to a new camper he doesn't quite recognize, is bright, easy, but percy sees the intent in his eyes. itâs the way the his gaze lingers on you a moment too long, the way he leans in as if heâs trying to get just a little closer, as if he thinks he has a shot. percy pushes off the tree, his movements smooth and unhurried, but thereâs a coiled tension in the set of his shoulders. he walks over to the group, slipping into the conversation with that casual air that comes so naturally to him, but thereâs something different about the set of his jaw, the way his fingers twitch at his sides. âwhatâs so funny?â percyâs voice rings out, deceptively light but edged with a bite that makes the newcomer falter. the camper catches the tone and falters for just a second before recovering with a grin. âjust telling them about the time iââ percy doesnât wait for him to finish. he reaches for your hand, pulling you away before another word can leave the guy's mouth. as you move away from the fireâs warmth, the tension in his body begins to ease, though he remains silent until the murmurs of the campfire fade into the background. âeverything okay?â you ask, even though the answer is already etched in the harsh set of his jaw and the tight grip of his hand in yours. percy shrugs, his attempt at nonchalance as he tries to mask his irritation. âyeah, i justââ he stops, running a hand through his tousled hair, the frustration evident in the way he looks back toward the campfire, his gaze a storm of irritation. âi donât like it when people think they can justââ he trails off, the words left hanging, but you know exactly what he means.
a smile tugs at your lips.âpercy jackson, are you jealous?â
he scoffs, rolling his eyes with an air of exaggerated nonchalance, but the embarrassed blush creeping up his neck betrays him. âof him? please.â still, you notice the way his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly. leo valdez ; you realize he's the jealous type barely three days in. itâs subtle, the way he inches closer as you text a friend, not out of curiosity but a need for attention. âwhoâs got you so wrapped up?â he asks, draped lazily beside you, lips pulling into a soft pout.
âan old friend. weâre catching upâitâs been a while.â your eyes stay glued to your screen, your smile growing at the messages. his gaze lingers on you, a moment of quiet before he lets out a dramatic sigh and collapses onto the bed, voice heavy with faux despair.
âyouâre abandoning me,â he laments, eyes fluttering shut like the thought alone is unbearable. âguess iâll just have to die.â
âleo, stop,â you mutter, rolling your eyes but unable to fully hide the smirk creeping onto your lips.
âi'm not gonna make it.â he declares, sitting upright with wide eyes, his hand clutching at his chest as if wounded. "any final words for your dying lover?â
you laugh, finally setting your phone aside and leaning in. you cradle his face, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, âyouâre impossible.â
jason grace ; youâre sprawled on jasonâs bed, explaining your favorite character from a new show youâve been devouring, your eyes bright with excitement. jason, on the other hand, is brooding in the far corner of the bed like a wet dog.
jason slumps on the far edge of the mattress, a moping shadow cast over his features as he listens to your praise. âso,â he interjects, the pout on his lips deepening as you lose yourself in the narrative, âyouâre not still caught up on that guy, right?â
his gaze remains fixed on you, sighing in exasperation when you take a second to respond. âseriously, i canât believe this,â he adds, the words coming out as a half-whine, half-plea.
you glance over at him, observing the childish distance heâs placed between you two, the slight frown tugging at his mouth. âjason, are you really jealous of a character who doesn't even exist?â
after he doesn't respond and attempts to escape your gaze in obvious embarrassment, you laugh and reach out, fingers tracing the line of his jaw with gentle affection, a contrast to his earlier mood. âc'mon, you know youâre my favorite,â you coo at him, your voice a soothing counterpoint to his frown.
jasonâs pout gradually fades, replaced by a smile as he leans into your shoulder, his embrace warming. âyeah, yeah,â he mumbles, his voice muffled but sincere. âguess i need to hear that more often.â luke castellan ; lukeâs been staring at you for a while now, stretched out on the bed with narrowed eyes, assessing you like youâve committed some unforgivable crime. âyou remember youâve got a boyfriend, don't you?â his words are lazy, almost drawled out, but thereâs a bite underneath thatâs hard to miss.
you donât even bother to look up, your mind drifting somewhere far from the edge in his voice. âwhat are you talking about?â your voice is absent, your attention elsewhere, which only fans the flames of his irritation.
he lets out an agitated sigh, one of those exaggerated, weight-of-the-world exhalations, and points an accusing finger at the source of his distress. âi don't know. just seems like you forgot.â the accusation lingers in the air like a challenge.
you follow the line of his gaze, your eyes settling on the supposed rivalâcurled up in utter contentment on your lap, blissfully unaware of the brewing conflict. you snort, the sound half amusement, half disbelief. âluke, heâs literally just a cat.â
âtip his stupid ass over."
you laugh as you shake your head. âare you seriously jealous of your own cat?â the question is more teasing than incredulous, though you canât help but be a little entertained by his sulkiness.
iâs not really jealousyâmore like the gnawing need for attention heâll never fully admit. with a quick, decisive movement, he scoops up the cat, who wakes with a startled jolt, all sleepy confusion and disgruntled meows. luke unceremoniously deposits him on the couch, far from his coveted spot.
you gasp, half in mock outrage and half in genuine concern. âyou woke him up!â but lukeâs already sliding into the now-empty space, settling in peacefully. his head finds its way onto your lap, and he looks up at you with an eyebrow raised.
âwhat?â he says, voice dripping with mock innocence. âiâm the boyfriend here, remember?â
(luke is a certified cat owner idc.)
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