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rosepinks-world · 5 months ago
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FUCK IT I LOVE YOU, I REALLY DO (cherry waves pt2)
summary: wade helps you patch things up with Logan via a party.
taglist: @justaleksss @fallout-girl219 @fandomsunited @midnights-afternoons
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It had been at least a week since you’d last seen Logan.
You hated to say it but you’d been a wreck. The whole point of casual sex was that you wouldn’t get your heart broken and yet here you were with your heart broken. The fact you felt this way made you realise that you felt the same way about Logan. I mean if you were that bothered about not seeing him that had to mean something.
One weekend you were in a blanket cocoon on the sofa binge watching some shit reality tv when you heard a knock on your door.
Logan.
He was all that came to mind as you fixed your hair and outfit slightly. You excitedly whipped the door open to reveal:
“Oh. Hi Wade.” You said your smile leaving your face.
“Well fuck you!” He said inviting himself in dropping some flowers onto your counter. “I was chased by an old lady for picking those from her front garden so you better put them in the best vase you own.”
You laughed but returned to being a bit miserable.
“What are you doing here Wade?”
“I’m throwing a little get together and you’re invited! How fun is that?”
Really he came all this way to invite you to a party?
“Wade you have my number why didn’t you just text me.”
“Okay you’re really missing the point.”
You furrowed your eyebrows.
“Logan is doing my fucking head in.” He complained emphasising the ‘ing’. “He keeps moping around the apartment like he’s been told he can’t jerk off for the rest of his life and it’s got to stop.”
You rolled your eyes, “Wade he’s a prick I don’t want anything to do with him.”
He tilted his head pulling out a stool and sat at the counter.
“Okay you had argument apparently but I need more, tell daddy the drama.”
You cringed at the nickname. “Never say that again.”
“Noted. Now carry on!”
You huffed slightly annoyed and embarrassed about explaining what Logan had said to you.
“We were gonna have sex like usual. He ate me out…”
“Yum.” Wade said interrupting.
You gave him a look and he quickly apologised holding his hands to his mouth.
“When I … finished I hit my head on the bed it was funny so I started laughing and then straight after he… finished in his pants from just that. He got up to the balcony smoked a cigar told me we shouldn’t fuck anymore, went to leave with no explanation, then told me that we shouldn’t because he’s falling in love with me and it’s the last thing any of us needs.”
Wade for the first time in forever was speechless.
“So yeah forgive me for not really caring about his moping.”
Wade shook his head laughing, “Never would’ve guessed that Wolvie was the Boston cream his pants type of guy.”
You threw the flowers at him. “That’s not the point Wade!”
“Woah! What’s the point then?”
“He made me feel like I’m unloveable!”
You sighed and continued explaining your point.
“I would’ve accepted him worrying about catching feelings but he said it’s the last thing any of us needed. Am I that bad?”
Wade gave you a sympathetic look as he placed a hand on your shoulder. He thought for a moment thinking of the right thing to say when he gasped.
“Ohhh! I know what his problem is.”
You perked up, “What is it?”
He shook his head no. “I think it’s better if you work it out yourself.”
You threw your arms out aggressively. “What the fuck Wade?”
“Y/n. You’re an incredible, funny, kind hearted person with an amazing ass! Of course Logan fell for you. How could he not? He’s a really sexy but really complicated guy which is why, like I said you should be getting your answers from him.”
You didn’t say anything and Wade sighed.
“Look come to our apartment tonight. Wear something slutty and go get your man. Just warn me if you’re gonna fuck because I really, really, really want to listen.”
You smiled at Wades weird way of comforting you. “I’ll think about it.”
Wade nodded looking at his watch, “Well I’ve got to go and pick up Als coke. See ya y/n”
You decided to take Wades advice.
It was ten pm. Loud music thumped through the door as you stood outside Wade and Logan’s shared apartment. You had a ‘slutty’ dress on and you’d done your makeup to the way you liked it. You went to knock on the door when you stopped just infront of it. What the fuck were you doing?
You went to walk away when the door swung open as if Wade could sense you.
“Y/ns here!” He screamed to the large collection of people as they cheered. He pulled you through the room whispering about how he was proud of you and something about how your ass looked great.
As Wade got distracted your eyes landed on a familiar brown leather jacket. You smiled slightly, you couldn’t help it but it quickly faded when he moved to the side slightly to reveal a woman. She had opposite features to you and she stood in front of him giggling and touching his arms and face. She then leaned up to kiss him and you quickly turned away.
You were angry.
Furious to be exact. You weren’t official but he obviously didn’t fall for you that hard if he was kissing another girl. You snatched a drink from Colossus’ hand downing it as you went to find more.
You were pretty far gone. Not on the verge of blackout (yet at least) but the type of drunk that would explain what you were doing right now. You were on top of a table with a crowd around you as you threw your hips around to the song playing. The cheers from the crowd encouraging you to carry on dancing and to go even further.
You felt yourself reaching to the strap of your dress pulling it sultrily down your arm the top of your bra showing. The cheers only got louder distracting you from the random guy who leaned very close to the table. He placed his hands on the top of your legs grabbing your thighs. He reached his hands around and harshly smacked your ass. The flashing lights around you combined with the thumping bass and cheers were disorientating. You barely saw as the guy who’d grabbed you was harshly shoved away a voice bellowing out,
“Get the fuck out of here! What sort of people did you invite here Wade?”
You squinted to try and make out what was going on when your legs were swept off the table. You were hoisted over the man’s shoulder the front of your body draped over his back your ass extremely close to his face. You got worried for a second wondering who the hell was picking you up and whether the intentions were right until he spoke.
“What the fuck are you doing y/n?”
Logan.
The happiness of seeing him quickly wore off. God who does he think he is getting mad at you? You returned to being angry.
“Why do you care? I’m not yours to worry about anyway.”
He let out a sigh and kicked the door to what you now realised was his bedroom. You’d been there so many times that the fact you could barely walk in a straight line didn’t stop you from recognising it. He put you down on the bed gently as he went to remove your shoes.
If you had been sober you would’ve shrugged him off to show that you didn’t need him but all independence went out of your mind the minute he’d picked you up. If you had been sober you also wouldn’t make yourself seem so jealous but words left your lips quicker than you could think.
“Who was the girl you were with?” You asked as you kicked off your now undone shoe.
He looked genuinely confused. “What girl?”
You threw your head back on the bed annoyed.
“The girl that was rubbing up against you and kissed you.”
He smirked slightly, he couldn’t help but like the fact you were jealous.“Never seen her in my life. She came onto me, tried to kiss me I declined. She was pretty fucked up I think she got into Als coke so I called her a cab.”
Always a gentleman.
You rolled your eyes as he went to take off your other shoe. “Why are you so nice?” You huffed.
He smiled at the compliment. “Nice? I don’t think that’s me bub.”
You shook your head rather erratic due to the state you were in. “Nope! You are nice you just don’t let other people see it.” He smiled at your compliment.“Well you were nice until you made me feel like shit.”
He frowned guiltily as he helped you up to the pillows on the bed and placed the duvet over you. Logan stood back up and turned towards the door.
“You gonna leave me again?” You asked disappointed. God sober you would be so angry.
He shook his head. “I shouldn’t be here with you when you’re like this. It’s not right.”
You laughed hiccuping as you did “You’ve literally been inside me multiple times and this is where you draw the line? We’re not fucking! Just lay with me.”
He looked skeptical until you tilted your head your eyes shining brightly as you grabbed his arm. “Please?”
How could he say no to you when you looked like that? He cleared his throat and sat next to you on the bed. “You want anything?”
“Yeah. I want you.” You replied not looking at him, eyes fluttering open and closed. You were exhausted.
He shook his head. “Bub, no you don’t.”
You tiredly laughed in disbelief. “What do you mean? I really want this to happen you’re the one that said falling in love with me is the last thing any of us need? Am I that unlovable?”
You wanted him? You were drunk but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. He wanted to tell you how he felt but there was no damn way you’d remember any of it the next morning. “I’m not answering you when you’re drunk I want you to remember what I say.”
His answer lingered in the air with no reply. He thought you had given him the silent treatment but then he heard soft snores coming from you. He laughed a little.
“And that’s why.” He whispered pushing your hair out of your face.
He sat on the bed next to you the whole night. He didn’t even bother sleeping, too worried about what he was going to say to you when you woke up. The only time he left was to prepare you aspirin, water and some food he knew you liked.
You turned over eyes opening as you moaned clutching your head. Logan gestured to the items he gathered earlier and you fixed yourself up. As you downed the glass of water he spoke up.
“You remember what we were talking about last night?”
He didn’t even bother beating around the bush. You paused gathering your memories it didn’t take you long and you felt like your brain had caught you up to speed. You started to remember all the things you had said and did and groaned head in hands.
“…Yeah.”
He pulled his lips into a straight line.
“Right well, I’m really not good with things like this but I’m sorry for making you feel like shit.”
You kept a straight face wanting to see where this was going but you were grateful for the apology.
“Y/n… you were the one that wanted a casual relationship. For me it was great because I didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone or getting hurt but I fell for you. How could I not?”
Your eyes widened. Logan was renowned for being unemotional so you couldn’t believe he was saying these things. You were also flattered you thought you had flaw after flaw but to Logan you were perfect.
“You didn’t want anyone to love you because you didn’t want to get hurt. I’m a terrible person. The worst version of Logan. And I got scared because I don’t want to hurt you. I also really don’t want to lose you.”
You shook your head ‘no’ at his self depreciation. He felt at ease knowing that you disagreed but he continued, “And I’m an asshole for making you feel unloveable because god y/n how could anyone not fall in love with you?”
Wow. For the first time ever Wade got something right. You smiled at him swinging your legs over his body so you were straddling him against the headboard. You leaned forward studying his face whilst the pads of your thumbs gently rubbed his rough skin.
“Logan you’re worried about hurting me but you’re the first person I’ve met that’s made me feel the safest. And I’m not going anywhere- unless you kill me or something.”
He laughed at your joke. Another reason he adored you. He leaned into the touch of your hands.“So, fuck it Lo, I love you too.”
He grabbed your face with urgency as he kissed you. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. God you two were so stupid. Why didn’t you just tell each-other this ages ago? You went to tell Logan what you were thinking when a bang on the wall pulled the two of you away from each other.
“Guys! That was so much better than listening to you fuck!” Wade yelled through the very thin walls of your apartment.
“Have you been listening this whole time prick?” Logan shouted back.
The two of you were met with a silence that strongly suggested that the answer was yes. You laughed leaning your head onto Logan’s shoulder.
“I’ll kill him.” He announced pointing to the wall. Logan was half joking but you could tell he was a little embarrassed. To open up to you clearly made him feel very vulnerable, it was understandable he didn’t want Wade to see that side of him. You tried to make him feel better by playing with the tufts of his hair. “Kill him later. Just stay here for a little longer.”
He nodded obeying you as he drew random patterns on your back. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. You who looked beyond beautiful at six am in the morning, you who brought light to his life and you who loved him no matter his flaws.
He really did love you and you loved him. Feeling slightly giddy he reached for his cigars and lighter with you still buried into his shoulder.
“Baby..” you started pulling away from his shoulder.
He paused a cigar hanging from his lips. “Yeah?”
“Do I look like a clown?” You asked referring to your messy makeup that hadn’t been removed from last night.
“Yeah. Sexiest clown at the circus.” You cackled hitting his chest jokingly. He went back to his cigar when you started speaking again.
“Also.”
He quirked a brow up pausing in lighting his cigar bringing it away from his mouth. You leaned forward seductively inches away from his lips and paused.
“Don’t even think about smoking one of those fucking things in here.” You ordered smirking as you plucked the cigar from his lips placing it back on the table.
He rolled his eyes chucking the lighter next to the cigar saving it for later. He acted like he wasn’t but really he was happy. Now, he could put your hatred to cigars to a happier memory. He cupped your face. “That’s my girl.”
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newwavesylviaplath · 4 months ago
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it turns out california's more than just a state of mind
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moonmochette · 5 days ago
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i want to crawl under his skin and burrow in his chest and be warm forever there 🎀
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adioringhamzah · 9 days ago
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him being a lana stan makes him even more attractive ngl
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lesbianpepsi · 1 year ago
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Fuck it I love you | part II
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pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader
summary: When paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam.
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words: 2.627k
warnings: light swearing, reader is a oblivious idiot,
authors note: i love y'all, remember to stay hydrated and stay safe:)
You have been going to the Carpenter apartment quite frequently after your first visit there; the nervous first time going over there jitters you had completely vanished. Your and Tara’s progress on the project had decreased but neither you cared, especially you. 
On the second week of heading over to Tara's place it was hotter than usual in New York.
The sun danced in the clear blue skies as it warmed up the world to a heat that border-lined into uncomfortable.
Sighing dramatically you dropped your head till it collided with the table with a thud.
"It's too hot to be working." You grumbled through the avalanche of pieces of papers and notebooks that filled up the dining room table.
Tara giggled, clearly amused as she stopped writing for a second. "It's hot but bearable." 
You shook your head against the table, tilting your head to the side to get a look at her. "It's not bearable, i'm sweating like a pig."
"You're not sweating like a pig, you're just being dramatic."  She quipped back with a smile, looking at you with raised eyebrows.
Rolling your eyes you picked your head back up, sitting up straight on the wooden chair again. "You say dramatic, I say the truth."
She chuckled as she began writing again on the paper, her penmanship unbelievably much better than yours.
"If you're that hot then there's a watermelon in the fridge, feel free to cut some slices." You didn't hesitate another second before you jumped up from your seat and headed towards the kitchen.
Opening the magnet covered fridge you quickly spotted the half cut watermelon wrapped in a thin layer cling film, with a greedy smile you took it out of the fridge before gently placing it on the closet cutting board.
"You want a slice?" You asked, turning back to look at her, she turned to look at you, nodding her head with a little smile. "Please."
Turning back to look at the watermelon you unwrapped it, tossing the plastic to the side as you eyed up the wooden knife block. 
Each knife grew in size at every slit made in the box, you opted for the largest knife. A satisfying noise filled your ears as you pulled out the sharp knife, the blade glistening from the sunlight directing into the apartment window.
Skilfully you sliced a few slices of watermelon for you and Tara, placing the two slices on a plate.  You were about to begin cleaning up when you heard a laugh from the other room, your eyes widened as you remembered who else was here.
Sam! 
Maybe Sam, Mindy and Chad would want some watermelons, you thought to yourself, a nervous smile growing on your face as you thought of Sam.
The woman practically lived in your mind ever since you met her, her grumpy glare never failing to light up your day.
Without another thought you walked over towards the living room, the sound of laughter getting louder as you entered. 
"Sam?" You asked gingerly with a nervous smile still on your face. At the sound of your voice the trio turned to look at you, their eyes widening dramatically as they froze.
Sam's eyes are glued to your hand before they lock with your eyes, her dark eyes cold and wary. 
You noticed Chad moving his arm over Mindy as he used his large build to hide most of her, as if he's hiding her away from you as they shuffled backwards.
"Would you like a slice?" You asked her with a joyful smile, completely unaware of the panic rising between the trio. Not noticing how dark your innocent words could be heard as.
"I've cut some watermelon slices if you'd like one, and you two can have some too of course." 
Sam's eyes flicked back down to the knife in your hand as the blade glistened with a light red liquid, dripping onto the floor.
"Watermelon?" She questioned as she slowly stood up, not moving closer towards you. You nodded your head, your smile growing nervously as Sam actually interacted with you.
"Yeah!" Without thinking you raised your hand which carried the knife to point towards the kitchen. "I could go and get them if you'd like?"
Sam glanced over your shoulder and into the doorway of the kitchen. "Tara?" She yelled with a small wobble to her voice.
You cocked your head to the side confused as to why she was asking for Tara. 
"Yeah?" Tara replied from the kitchen, not bothering to get up. "Are you okay?" She asked, her dark eyes returning back to yours. You smiled sweetly at her, she glared heavily at you.
A dull sound from the kitchen rang throughout the room before Tara joined the rest of you in the living room. 
It didn't take a genius to understand why Sam is so confused.
"Y/n, what're you doing with the knife?" Tara asked as she looked between you and the wet knife. You waved your hand back to the kitchen, the blade skimming past your cheek. Tara's breath hitched momentarily at your carelessness with the knife in your hand.
"I was cutting up the watermelons?" You explained, confused to why you are getting so many questions that didn't answer your question; did Sam want a watermelon slice?
Tara sighed as she took the knife from your hand, glancing at Sam who visibly looked much more relaxed with you no longer holding the knife. 
"Go get your slices, Y/n." She said with a laugh. You nodded your head as you headed towards the kitchen to grab the plate full of slices for everyone.
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The 'Watermelon incident' - as Tara called it- got you suspended from the apartment for two days. 
When Tara told you that you were royally confused and even slightly hurt, but when you thought about the situation the more you realised how concerned and even angry that must've made the twins and Sam. You couldn't help but feel bad as you texted your apologies to everyone through Tara. She found the situation humorous but Sam certainly didn't. 
"Wanna come to the gym with me?" Melanie -your best friend- asked you randomly as she paused the movie the two of you have been watching for the past hour.
You give her a disgusted look. "The gym? Why the hell would you wanna go to the gym on a Saturday?" You asked her, completely bewildered by the idea. Saturdays are for being lazy and relaxing, not working out so on Sunday you'll be sore and uncomfortable.
Melanie shrugged her shoulders. "I need to get started on my New Year's resolution."
"It's July." You say.
"And? I already know that." The blonde replied as if you're the idiot. "You haven't been to the gym at all this year and you decide halfway through the year to begin your resolutions?"
She rolled her eyes, folding her arms over her chest. "Going to the gym at least five times was my resolution, not live there. I think I'd actually die if I went there consistently." 
You chuckled as you smiled at her. Melanie grinned as she slapped her knees, standing up. 
"Is that a yes?" 
You scoffed, shaking your head. "No way."
She groaned as she grabbed your hands attempting to pull you up, but you weren't budging. 
"C'mon, I'm bored and all we've been doing today is listen to you talk about Sam and how excited you are for the Barbie movie." 
"Two very valid and fun topics." You defend as you pull your hands back. Melanie didn't give up as she kept trying to tug you up. "For you. I've never even met this Sam you're obsessed with."
Your stance weakened at her slight dig at your crush, at that Melanie swiftly pulled you to your feet. Ignoring the fact Melanie won the game of tug of war you crossed your arms over your chest.
"I am not obsessed with Sam." You said with weak authority. The blonde raised her eyebrows teasingly as she mimicked your stance. "Oh yeah? Prove it. Come to the gym with me instead of lounging here and talking about Sam."
You clenched your jaw as you debated your options. If you stayed in your shared apartment then all you'd do is create fake scenarios about you and Sam while listening to Lana Del Rey and you'd prove Melanie right. If you went with her to the gym you certainly would be distracted from Sam plaguing your thoughts due to the fact you'd be dying.
There was simply no winning. 
With a sigh you nodded your head weakly, your pride getting the best of you.
"Fine, I'll come with you." Melanie's smug smile urges you to take back your words but before you get the chance she's already grabbing at your wrist and dragging you towards your room.
"Get changed and for the love of god please bring a big ass water bottle with you. I'll meet you in my car."
You grumble out a response but do what she asked you to do. You didn't have many "gym" clothes so you simply decided on a pair of shorts and a shirt that were dark enough so they wouldn't reveal your sweat stains. 
Once you had filled the large bottle of water you double checked you had your phone and wallet before meeting Melanie in her car. She was already inside it and behind the wheel as Korn played loudly.
"We'll have fun, I promise." She reassured you as she started to drive towards the gym. You scoffed as you nodded your head. "Yeah sure."
Melanie and you arrived at the gym after twenty minutes, her being ecstatic to finally actually use her gym membership card. 
"Alright, what should we do first?" Melanie asked you as you two entered the surprisingly quiet gym. 
"I don't know about you but I'm heading towards the treadmill." You replied as you walked over to the treadmill section without waiting for her response. 
You hear her groan from behind you with footsteps following you soon after.
From the view on the treadmill it gave you further access to use the entire gym. 
A myriad of different people doing various different activities that you admired greatly, impressed by these strangers who clearly loved the gym.
But a pair of people caught your attention immediately, Melanie's too.  
"Holy shit that might be the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life." She whispered breathlessly next to as she jogged at a slow speed on the treadmill. You swallowed nervously as you gazed at the woman next to the man, she's using one of the pull up bars while the man sat next to her using a stupidly heavy dumbbell. 
A grey tank top on her figure as she flexed her back and shoulders muscles, pulling herself up and down flawlessly.
You glanced at the man as you walked on the treadmill. 
"Oh my god it's Chad and Sam." You whisper yelled to Melanie, turning to face her with wide eyes. "If the workout doesn't kill me, seeing her working out will actually stop my heart!"
A shit eating grin quickly appeared on Melanie's face as she turned to look at you. "Damn, I'm straight but I can totally see why you're obsessed with her."
"I'm not obsessed with her." You reminded her as you glanced back at Sam's muscles flexing beautifully under the light, a small sweat on her skin which glazed her skin making her look even more attractive.
You could feel your heartbeat pick up its pace and you're more than sure it's not because of the slow pace you're doing on the treadmill. 
"Sure you're not. Let's go over there then." She proposed with a sly grin. 

You shake your head instantly at her words, chuckling nervously. "Isn't it like gym code to never disturb someone while they're working out?"
Melanie sighed as she played with the screen of the treadmill making it go faster. "You're right." You grinned triumphantly. "Guess I'll just go to ask Chad for some help when he's done with his rep." Your smile dropped. 
"And leave me so you can try to flirt with him?" Melanie nodded her head.
You didn't reply as you tried to focus on anywhere that wasn't Sam's glorious back. 
Jesus christ, maybe you are obsessed with this woman. 
After a solid ten minutes of a decent pace Melanie abruptly stopped her machine as she hopped off. You turned to look at her confused as you kept walking. 
"I'm going to go on the bench press and ask Chad for some help, see you soon babe." She confirmed with a comfort smirk, giving you a wink before she headed towards Chad and Sam's direction.
You didn't dare move off of the treadmill as your eyes followed Melanie's figure heading towards the two as Chad had finished his reps.
As she arrived at where Chad and Sam were working out, Sam slowed down as Chad smiled up at her. 
Whatever Melanie said to Chad must've worked since both were grinning like fools as they headed towards where the bench press was at.
You chuckled to yourself as you watched the two momentarily as Chad "helped" her with the bench press. 
Unconsciously your eyes flickered back to where Sam was at, to your surprise she wasn't there anymore.
"Y/n." Sam's gruff voice greeted you as she hopped on the treadmill. Your feet tripped over each other but thankfully you not so gracefully caught yourself as you smiled at her, not expecting to see her.
"Sam! Nice to see you again, how've you been doing?" You asked with a nervous laugh as your heart rate picked up once again. 
"I've been okay. You?" She asked dryly as she increased the speed to her treadmill, jogging with a speed that doubled your slow walking pace. 
You smiled dreamily at her, not bothered at all by her dry tone. "I've been alright thanks for asking, how's Tara been?" 
Sam's interest piqued due to you asking about her sister, a small, an almost non existent smile appeared on her lips. 
"Tara's good, she's currently with Mindy playing Mario Kart. She sucks tremendously at it." Her smile grew the more she talked about her younger sister, it didn't fail to make your heart soar.
"You're a good sister, you know." You mention with your own smile, increasing your pace slightly. "It's obvious you care a lot about her and I find that really sweet. Tara's lucky to have you as a sister." 
Sam didn't say anything; the sounds of yours and her footsteps filled the growing silence. You didn't mind, as long as you're with Sam you'll take it.
You and Sam jogged side by side in a comfortable silence for another ten minutes before Sam stopped her own machine, you glanced at her and couldn't help but find the flush on her cheeks completely adorable.
Something Tara would call you a lunatic for.
She's breathing heavily as her eyes locked with yours, a crooked weak smile on her face. 
"Thank you." She said in a tone that wasn't her usual dark and dry tone. Your ears warmed up as your eyes twinkled with joy at her words.  
"You don't have to thank me when all I'm doing is saying the truth, Sam." You assured her as you carried on walking, the excessive beating of your heart now being a mix of Sam's small smile and your increasing speed.
Sam stayed silent once again, giving you a curt nod before she turned her back, heading towards the changing room. 
God, Melanie was right, you're obsessed with her. 
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knowitsforthebetterr · 7 months ago
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fuck it i love you
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marydarkblacknoir · 1 month ago
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I thought I liked it when people call me by my real name, not my nickname. But the truth is I like them calling me by my nickname. The only person who would make butterflies and glitters swim in my heart with simply calling me was you. And you would call me with that name like it was very different, very specific, very special, and very mine. Like you haven't heard it elsewhere, like it has always been mine and only mine, like a moon, not a star. I still remember how you would whisper it under your lips, how you would breathe while spitting out that name, how you would say it while you're laughing and it would give me a heart attack. Now it's just a memory of the long gone past. I don't like people calling me by my name. She was yours completely. I have to erase you from her but I don't want to and it'll hurt me. It's sad.
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dollykiller · 9 months ago
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stephaniesblogxx · 7 months ago
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tell me im the only one you’ll ever love ౨ৎ
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lanitashiddencrackstash · 6 months ago
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soaheadofthecurve · 2 years ago
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Fuck it, I love you.
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mycherrycola · 6 months ago
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hating summer is the mind killer
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silkcorpsedoll · 9 months ago
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and if i wasn’t so fucked up, i think i’d fuck you all the time
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dylandeltwink · 6 months ago
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american classics blasting in the car!
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svnflowermoon · 6 months ago
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maybe the way that i'm living is killing me
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knowitsforthebetterr · 8 months ago
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i hate having a crush on someone i think im actually going to go insane. what’s worse is he’s my friend. and he met my grandparents when we hung out. and he ate dinner with me in their basement. oh god😭
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