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Max Unravelled

Unravelling Max's Mystery (Max Verstappen x Online Friend!Reader)

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Summary- Max accidentally made an account on google plus in 2013. He came across a poetry page and enjoyed reading them. He ends up friends with the poet. He loved the normalcy she brought to his life. He didn't realise when the comfort he felt for her turned into love.

{Max's POV}

2013

I was searching for something on my gmail account when a pop up for google plus came through; without much thought I clicked on it. Some how, I'm yet to figure that out, I ended up with a google plus account. One of the few accounts I got recommended was a poetry and story account. They wrote very eloquently; I could feel the emotions in every word. I started reading all their posts in my spare time and even commenting on the ones I liked. I found my self constantly checking back to their page to see if they posted something. Their poetry was relatable and understandable. I hope they always have a good day since their words always pick me up when I'm down.

The poet I had been enjoying so much is a girl, and her name is Y/N. She's around my age; I guess that's why I related to her work so much. We spoke for the first time ever on her birthday. She made a post about it being her birthday so I wished her. She was sad about not being able to enjoy her birthday, I felt bad for her so we talked for a while until dad called me to practise. That was the start of our friendship. We ended up talking on google plus a lot. We shared the same sense of humour and best of all, she didn't know about racing. It was like a breath of fresh air to not talk about racing. She doesn't even seem interested in it; so I can live as Max for a while now.

My birthday was shit but talking to her made everything better. I can't believe I got excited about talking to someone and that someone made me feel good even on one of my shittiest days. She's one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of talking to. I really do wanna talk to her on phone, typing everything I want to say out feels tedious.

2014

I've gotten busier since this year with Formula 3. We barely get to talk anymore. She did send me her number and we chat on Whatsapp whenever we can. But obviously it is not the same. I've suggested talking on call a few time and she finally agreed; I just need to find the perfect time to get away from everything to talk to her. I felt so nervous to talk to her for some reason, what if she thought I was weird and didn't enjoy talking to me? What if she heard me and decided I wasn't fun? What if we had nothing to talk about? I called her while sitting in my driver's room, she picked up quite quickly after 2 rings to be exact.

Max- Hi, Y/N! Y/N- Hey, Max!! How are you? Max- I'm good, what about you? Y/N- Yeah, I'm good too. haha!! This is so weird talking to you. Max- yeah, you sound pretty. Why would I say that? That sounds so fucking creepy, I face palmed myself so hard. Y/N- You sound nice too. I mean....you have a nice voice. Max- haha, thanks, this is the first time some one has said that. She thinks I have a nice voice, do I? Y/N- soooo, what have you been up too?? You've been so busy lately. I could hear people outside the driver's room. I quickly locked the door before answering her question. Max- yeah, I've been busy with stuff. I'll be done soon for a while now. Y/N- That's great I need my best friend back! Did she just call me her best friend? I've never had a best friend before.

We ended up talking on calls a lot more. I would have her contact ringer saved with a separate ringtone so that I would know to answer it. She usually called at reasonable times, where ever I travelled as if she knew my schedule.

2015

I got signed with RedBull Racing's junior team, making me the youngest driver. It was such a surreal feeling. But this also meant I couldn't talk to Y/N as much as I wished I could. Training and the races kept me very busy. But she was very understanding and would always welcome me back, no matter how long I was gone for.

2021

The first time I'm regretting not telling what I do to Y/N was today when I won my first World Championship. I was surrounded by my team, my girlfriend and my family as I got out of the car after I finished P1 at Abu Dhabi but it felt strange; like I was missing someone. I wish I could share this win, the biggest in my life yet, with the person who makes me feel so special yet so myself.

When I asked her about Formula One, she didn't know about, she didn't even know the prominent figures. So, I wasn't as worried about her finding out but I did worry now; since my win was controversial according to the media. However, she never asked. Was she really unaware or playing dumb? I wasn't sure if I should be grateful I get to be just Max or sad that I can't share a huge part of my life with my best friend.

2023

Y/N and I have been friends for the past 10 years. Time really flies. I've gotten a lot better at balancing my personal and work life. Y/N is my well kept secret; like I'm the only one who knows her. She moved out for college and we've only video called since. She is still funny and still writes. I think it's so cool of her to stay passionate about what she loves and keeping at it. She loves my cats more than I love them sometimes, she get's so excited when I send pictures of them. She says they cheer her up and that Jimmy and Sassy are her virtual pets. They loved her too honestly, they would always recognise when she was on call and jump into my lap or the phone to see or hear her. She still doesn't know what I did for a living; we've kept that a 'secret' you could say. But really I just didn't know how to tell her I was a Formula One driver and a 2 time World Champion.

Today was like any other day, I hadn't spoken to Y/N at all. Whenever I called her, I would usually close/lock the door depending on who was at home. My girlfriend didn't know about Y/N. I didn't even know how to bring it up, honestly. I sat down on my SimRacing chair after I switched the livestream off. Her phone rang for a few times and then stopped ringing but she didn't answer the call. I tried again thinking maybe she was busy or didn't hear it. I called a couple times before texting her; no reply. I was freaking out. This was the first time in 10 years that she hasn't answered my calls. She won't even reply to my messages. I found myself pacing around the house. The door to the room opened to my girlfriend's daughter standing in front of me, "Maxie, why are you walking in circles?" She asked after observing me for sometime. "It's nothing" I said, trying to calm myself down more than give a reply to her question. All these horrible thoughts swirled through my mind; what if she was in an accident and no one knows? What if she got robbed? What if she hurt herself and can't get help? What was I supposed to do? I didn't even know where she lived. I just couldn't think straight. My hair was a mess with how much I was running my fingers through it, a few stands coming along when I almost pulled them out of frustration.

After 7 hours, she replied to my text. I had almost given up hope, but she said that she was fine and that her phone was about to die. I felt relieved knowing that she was ok. But the text was so out of character for her. I texted her everyday after that in hope of talking to her. We always spoke everyday and it had been years since we didn't speak for so long. Almost every text was left on delivered. I had a race this weekend which I won and went out to celebrate with everyone because they wanted me to tag along. I didn't see the text Y/N sent me a while after the race since I was at the club. I only saw it when I got home. As soon as I saw it, I called her. She answered after a few rings.

Max- Schat, how have you been? Haven't heard a word from you in days. You could clearly hear the worry in my voice. Y/N- I've been busy, school year ending and stuff. Why didn't you sleep yet? Max- You know my sleep schedule is non existent. Y/N- Yeah, I guess I do. What did she mean by that? Her voice seemed hoarse, was she sick?Y/N- You know how I do freelance editing Max- You've told me about it Y/N- The latest author I'm working with is a sports author. I was hoping you could help me since you are a walking encycylopedia. Max- sure schat, but what's up with you? You know I'm always there for you Y/N- Yeah it nothing, just stressed. Max- Take off, you deserve it I wish she took care of herself instead of working so hard without breaks. Y/N- The summer break is here soon, I'll be fine. So about that author... Max-Yeah, what sport does she write for? Y/N- Formula One. I don't really like reading lengthy articles and I'm sure one article wouldn't do a sport any justice. I felt the ground slip from under my feet. My palms had gotten sweaty suddenly. Max- You did not go through google yet, right? (I stammered out) Y/N- Oh no, what do you take me for? I got excited to learn about something new. Do you know who the reigning champion is? I felt like I was about to lose everything. I didn't know what to say, my mouth was dry. No matter what I said, I don't think I could fix this situation. Y/N- Some dude named Max Verstappen. You guys share the same first name. He has 2 cats too; named Jimmy and Sassy, who look exactly like your bengals. I mean he even looks like you, with horrible sleep schedule just like you. He even sounds like you. There was horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and my lungs felt like there was no air in them. Watching her tear up was the worst feeling.

Max- Schatje, I can explain. Y/N- You don't have to Max. I never asked you what you did. You don't have to explain anything. Max- I wanted to tell you, it just never came up in conversation. Y/N- I get it, it's difficult to tell your friend who has amounted to nothing that you are the World Driver's Champion, best of the best in Formula One. Max- Y/N, it's nothing like that. You're great, you're kind, you're funny. She laughed, but that stung my heart for the first time when her laugh was my favourite sound in the world. Y/N- Those are character traits I possess, they don't describe my career goals or achievements. I know I work 2 jobs to stay afloat while you make millions, I know I wish I was an author and not their editor, I know you probably thought I was too stupid to understand your rich and fancy world. Max- No, no, you're so talented. I've read your work and I'm sure the right publication will pick your work up. Y/N- I got rejected for the sixth time today. All of this is fine except that you lied to me about being single while having a girlfriend for years and having the happy family you dreamt off. You didn't have to introduce me to her; not like my boyfriends met you. But it would've been nice if I knew. Max- It just never came up. (I held my head in shame) Y/N- I...we joked about setting you up with someone all the time. Please don't. I get it, we didn't tell each other about work goals or what we did as a job but personal life; I literally told you about every guy I've ever been with. I felt bad telling you thinking you were single. I feel stupid right now. I wanted to reach out and wipe her tears but I couldn't. Max- I'm sorry,Y/N. I promise I won't hide anything anymore. Please, don't cry. Y/N- My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I majored in literature in Uni and now work as a primary school teacher and freelance editor. I'm trying to get my book published soon. I broke up with my boyfriend 2 months ago. This fucking hurt, everything she said and the way she said it. Max- Please don't do this. Y/N- I believe at least one of us should be honest. Max- Let me fix this. Y/N- Don't worry. There's nothing to fix. Max- Please don't say that. You mean a lot me. (I felt tears in my eyes.) Y/N- Me too. That's why, I need time. I'll talk to you when I'm ready. Max- Please, I can't lose you. I felt like my world was crashing. Y/N- You won't. I'll always be there for you. I just need time. Take care Max I was crying as she said it. Max- Bye, take care Y/N. I'll always be here. And the screen blacked out, I could see my reflection on the screen, tears streaming down my face.

After I was able to clear my head I texted her telling her that I would always be there for her and I would like to clear up the misunderstanding when she's ready. I spent the next few months thinking about her. It was starting to affect my relationship. I couldn't really give my girlfriend time when my mind was occupied with thoughts of Y/N. When my girlfriend brought it up how we were growing apart; I had a fight with her. I don't know what came over me, but not talking to Y/N or not knowing what was up with her was making it very difficult for me to focus on anything. The fighting became a constant after that. I didn't understand why she couldn't let me be. I missed my friend but she wouldn't get it.

I was SimRacing when Y/N's name popped up on my phone asking me to call her. I guess she was ready to talk it out. I really wished that this wasn't the end of our friendship. I really hoped that we could get over the misunderstanding and still be friends. I told the team I had some work and called her immediately. She answered like always; I waited for her to speak with baited breath. She started talking and we cleared everything up. I apologised for hiding the truth from her. I told her how much of a constant she was for me in my ever hectic life; how talking to her made everything better. She listened to me, I listened to her and then finally asked her to come to my home race. I wanted to meet her. I couldn't live knowing that I had the resources but didn't meet the one person that mattered to me the most. She was hesitant at first but I offered to get her the tickets and insisted on her joining me at the biggest race of the season for me and finally she agreed. I was over the moon. As soon as we ended the call, I sent her the tickets. I found myself counting down the days to the race for the first time.

I was waiting for her at the airport when she got here. My heart was beating very fast as I waited for her to come out. When I saw her; she was beautiful, shorter than I expected but she looked cute with her bag in one hand and a back pack on her shoulder, her hair in a low bun, a small smile graced her feature. I don't think I've noticed anyone with such detail ever before. Our conversation flowed easily. It didn't feel like it was the first time we were meeting. I dropped her at the hotel and went off to do media duty's at the paddock when I came back she was still asleep, traveling must've tired her out. She got dressed while I waited for her to get ready, even giving my 2 cents on what she should wear. She looked gorgeous, I couldn't help myself, staring at her. The black satin dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair flowed down her back, the jewellery sparkling against her body. We went to have dinner at a fancy dutch restaurant. She loved the food especially the apple tart. The moan she let out as she devoured the dessert made blood rush downwards. I found my cheeks heating up, thankfully the whole place was dimly lit. We walked around for a while after the meal, she made fun of my name but I couldn't care less. I apologised and she accepted it and hugged me. Her arms were soft and the embrace warm. I found myself wrapping my arms around her, my face buried in her neck. I was scared I was gonna lose her, forever. I've never been scared to lose anything but a race until now and the thought of not having her in my life seemed scary. She consoled me and we headed back to the hotel.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful except for my girlfriend being pissed; she fought with about Y/N. I don't get what her problem is, she's just a friend I've known since forever. I'm just showing her around. I was giving interviews when I saw her talking to Lando, I saw them laughing along in the corner of my eye. It made me feel strange, there was this feeling in the pit of my stomach and I didn't like it. When I got back, Lando had left since it was his turn. She found Lando cute and it irked me, I was annoyed hearing her ask me to set her up with him. We got back to RedBull hospitality when my girlfriend asked me to talk to her, I left with her reluctantly leaving Y/N with Checo.

"Listen Max, I get it, she's your childhood friend and all, but it's so weird how she suddenly cropped up when I or for that matter any one knew nothing about her. People are saying stuff about us since she stepped on the paddock and the way you are dragging her along." my girlfriend spoke. "What are people saying? I will not stand any slander against her" I cut her off. She laughed dryly. "WOW, they are saying stuff about us, Max, us, that you are cheating on me with her. You've been so distant for months until a month ago, I didn't know what went wrong and you wouldn't talk either." she said running a hand through her hair. "It's nothing really. She just knows me as Max and not Max Verstappen and that's why I'm closer to her. Nothing more." I said. "It's pointless talking to you" she said turning around. "If we're done, I'm leaving, Y/N doesn't know anyone here except me." I said leaving for the door. She huffed before she followed me out. Y/N looked worried about what was going on between me and my girlfriend but I calmed her down and we spent the day together. She tagged along during quali too. I saw her praying before quali, it made my heart swell. I was starting pole and we spent the night watching a movie even though Y/N wanted me to rest before the race, I wanted to make the most of the little time we had.

Y/N hugged me before the race wishing me. I wanted to win so bad, I'd won here twice before but this was different. I wanted to win in front of her. I raced like a mad man and then I heard it. I crossed first and my happiness knew no bounds; knowing she was watching. I got out of the car and immediately ran to her; hugging her. It was cathartic. Y/N said my girlfriend looked annoyed, but I couldn't care less. I watched my girlfriend leave, annoyed. When I received the trophy at the top step of the podium knowing she was watching me from below made it so much more worth it. Y/N wanted to go out to celebrate my win and I wasn't one to say no. I went back to the hotel to get cleaned up and ready for the night.

I was greeted by my girlfriend in the room, it was dimly lit as she was sat at the corner of the bed with tears streaming down her face. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT MAX?" she screamed at me. "Am I a fucking joke? I let it slide, you said you were friends but the first person you go to after winning your race was her, what do you think people were whispering when you did that?" she said in between sobs. I didn't get what she was saying. "Do you like her?" she asked. "What? We're friends" I stated. She shook her head, "No, Max, you aren't. The way she looks at you is how I look at you. The way you look at her" She cried, "You've never looked at me like that" she lamented. "It's nothing like that" I began. "You should've respected me at the very least and broken up with me if you liked someone else, I'm not gonna be some girl's place holder till you can have her." she cried out. "You're not a place holder for her" I said. "Feels exactly like that" she said wiping her tears. I felt nothing my 2 year long relationship might be ending and I didn't care. I didn't even try to correct her, did I really like her? Was Y/N really more important to me? "We're through Verstappen, if you can't even fight for us, I'm not about to fight for us" she sighed dejected. I walked towards the bathroom to wash up while she packed up to leave. When I got out she was gone. I went to pick Y/N up.

She kept asking me about my girlfriend but I never told her that we broke up. I didn't want her to feel responsible for my decision. At the club, she got close to everyone pretty quickly. She was unstoppable, downing one drink after another. I hadn't touched alcohol since I was driving. The others kept handing her drinks much to my dismay. She asked me to come dance with her but I had the others to look after too. She was busy dancing surrounded by too many guys, one of them going as far as to touch her and grind against her. All I saw was red, I bid the guys good bye and stormed the dance floor to drag a reluctant Y/N with me; I ended up carrying her out on my shoulder. She wasn't very happy, screaming and hitting me till I put her down. She puked as soon as I put her down and joked about missing my expensive car, I didn't really mind if she hadn't since she was more important than the car. I got her medicine and left them at her side after putting her to bed.

We spent the next few days after the race sight seeing. Y/N brought up my girlfriend a few time and I ended up avoiding her. When we were cuddling while watching Barbie I felt my heart beating out of my chest as she scooted closer to grab tissue. When her hand brushed against my skin, it burnt and a weird feeling erupted in my chest. She seemed completely unaware of how she was making me feel. We fell asleep on the couch that night.

I wasn't able to avoid the girlfriend question any longer and told her that we broke up without making any eye contact on the way to drop her to the airport. My eyes stung and there was a lump in my throat; I wasn't sure it was because of my girlfriend or Y/N. I bid her farewell, she would turn back towards me to wave after every few steps; my eyes were blurry after sometime trying to prevent the tears from falling. I ended up crying after she left.

All the races after, I ended up going shopping after or before every race to collect some trinkets or stuff that was special to that place and mailing it to her with small notes attached. She would graciously open them in front of me on video call; the smile she gave me the first time she received was unparalleled. It made my stomach turn over. I wanted to make her smile every chance I got. That's how I ended up sending her a package after every race from every country until I got reprimanded by her for the excessive amount of gifts. She asked me not to send one after every race and stick to one or two in total; I was forced to agree to that request.

We were planning on spending Christmas and New Year together; she wanted to leave after Christmas but I was able to convince her to stay until I had to leave for pre-season training. I couldn't wait for the season to end and to spend the year end with Y/N. We celebrated me winning the championship on video call; even though I had hoped she could be present in person but it wasn't possible with her schedule. This championship felt better than the last two since I was able to celebrate it with her. 2021 me wouldn't believe me right now.

Y/N flew in as soon as winter break started for her. I had cleaned up the house as much as possible. I had told my cats about Y/N visiting who seemed excited. I picked her up from the airport and when we got home the cats were very excited to meet her; a lot more receptive than the other guests I've had over. We spent the next few days going to places and the Monaco GP circuit. She cribbed about walking the entire time we walked the path. It made me laugh.

The night before Christmas we fell asleep on the couch cuddling; I hadn't slept this well in a very long time. When I woke up, Y/N was no where to be seen. I sat up waiting for her to return when she came back, she looked so cute in her jumper and shorts with her hair a mess. We opened up presents after some time. She had gotten me a Sid plushie, an ugly sweater and perfume. I got her a Formula One book with my face, a coffee mug and a pendant. I wanted to get her more stuff but I was sure she would make me return it if she saw every thing. I think the house would be over run with the amount of stuff I wanted to get her. Then she brought the matching sweater she got with me; I put it on immediately. I wanted to match with her all the time. We had a bit of back and forth on the dinner but agreed on Turkish kabab.

New Year came too quickly, which meant Y/N would be leaving soon. We went clubbing on New Year eve. She didn't drink like the last time we were at the club but made friends with some of the guys there. Having a social butterfly for a friend was a bad idea. We counted the time down to midnight as the clock struck 12 and I turned towards her to celebrate I saw she was kissing one of the guys she had befriended when we entered. If the club was quite you could hear my heart shatter. That's when I realised that all these weird feeling and all the times I couldn't stop thinking about her was because I liked her, no scratch that, I loved her. I felt my heart constrict when she turned towards me and hugged me later. I didn't want to talk about it, this would ruin our friendship.

All I could think about was how it felt to watch her kiss another man. I hated it, the worst feeling, worse than DNFing or not winning. I hated knowing another man could touch her and feel her. I wasn't even sure how to bring it up since what were we if not just friends. I put myself into training for the upcoming season but those feelings I felt when she kissed another man were still fresh in my head and I couldn't get rid of them even if I tried.

I was able to convince her to join me during her spring and summer break. We had fun, I loved having her waiting for me at the end of the race. I didn't really enjoy all the media questions that had cropped up about Y/N when she was seen with me, before or after the race. During my summer break, I spent it at her place. When I got there, it was a small apartment; but it had a homely feel. She would cook food for me and we would watch movies; I had a few commitments with the team and would leave for some time but then be back. It was so nice to have some one to come home to. When she was having her book launch, I went to meet her at her launch with a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations" I said while handing her the flowers and giving her a hug. "Thank you" she replied, a smile playing on her lips. We had celebratory dinner after. Immediately after that, we were on the news. It read that I had a girlfriend, she kept apologising but it didn't matter. It made me a little warm, I'm not sure what emotions I felt hearing people speculate that she was my girlfriend.

I flew back to Netherland for the race early, she would only be joining me on the race day due to work. It dampened my mood but there wasn't much I could do about it. She flew in the morning of the race; it made my day watching her walk out of the airport. We talked all the way to the hotel where she got changed and we headed to the paddock. I had thought it through; after the qualifying, I had planned on telling her how I felt. I was gonna win this race and confess to her. Knowing that I can't hold her while someone else can was eating away at me and I wanted to take the chance before it slipped away from me.

I started the race P2 and finished it at P2. In the final laps, the only thoughts running through my head were, I really wanted to ask her out as a race winner, I can't do that now. She probably doesn't even like me like that, did I really want to ruin everything I had with her. I stumbled out of the car towards her, a big smile on her face. And suddenly I said it; "I wanted to ask you out as a race winner" emotions were running high. She insisted me to continue and when I did, she agreed to go out with me. I was over the moon, my head was reeling. This race ending was not what I hoped for but Y/N's answer was something I really was hoping for.

She waited for me in the driver's room. I couldn't help but not touch her. Her skin against mine send electric shocks through me, I couldn't help but smile at the feeling of her against me. I wanted to have this feeling for the rest of the life. I wanted to have her next to me; it took me a while to figure that out but now that I had, I didn't want to let go. I loved her and I wanted her.

We were both in the hotel room at the end of night in each other’s embrace, "Can't believe you're my boyfriend" she exclaimed. "Can't believe you're my girlfriend either." I exclaimed back. "I've liked you since I've known you" she mumbled. "What?" I asked shocked. "Yeah, I've always had a crush on you. Teenage me would lose it right now if she saw" she said. "I'm sorry it took me so long" I muttered pressing a kiss against her lips. "better late then never" she laughed wrapping her arms around my neck, flipping me to straddle my hips. She bent down to kiss me again.

I could spend the rest of my life like this, if it meant I could have her forever.

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kittyhowlett · 2 months ago

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just a quick little drabble bc i’m think about 2013 the wolverine logan.

yk the drill, minors dni.

it’s a quiet night. You’re sitting on the couch with Logan by the fireplace. It’s a little chilly outside and Logan arrived home from work five minutes ago and plopped right down on the couch. Sitting back, undoing his tie, spreading his legs and throwing his head back, letting out a deep sigh. You plopped right down next to him with a cup of tea in your hand, hoping it would warm you up a little bit. It’s been silent for five minutes now. Just sitting in each other presence. He looks up at you with his head still thrown back. You took the opportunity to break the silence.

“How was work?” you finally said.

“Stressful.” he exclaimed with an unamused look.

You frowned slightly, “I think i know something that could cheer you up tho….” it was hard to say it without giggling.

“I’m not in the mood, princess” He threw his head back again, closing his eyes.

You knew it would be wrong, to be a fucking selfish little brat, especially when he was tired from work. But you couldn’t help it, it’s just too fun right?

You slowly rises your legs up so that your knees were touching your chest and sat with your back against the arm of the couch. You slowly tiptoed your legs closer to him. You’re plum ankle socks coming in contact with his crotch. Slowly rubbing your foot against the tent growing in his pants. You gave him a cheeky little smile and his eyes grew dark.

“Cmon, sweets don’t play this game with me” his gruff voice broken by a choked back moan.

He was so obviously getting worked up. And it made your panties dampen thinking what he was gonna do next.

He grabbed your legs softly, caressing them as he did.

“I’m serious honey”

You couldn’t help but giggle at getting under his skin so fast by something so small.

But much to your surprise, he threw your legs off of him and grabbed your face, smushing your cheeks together.

“ You wanna act like a fuckin’ brat? Hm? You wanna be taught a lesson so bad right? Huh? I’m speaking to you princess, it’s disrespectful to not answer.”

“I- I’m sorry” you tried to say but it came out as a tiny whisper.

“Yeah I know you are, but that’s not enough for me” his voice came out so demanding, it made your core clench around nothing.

“Get on your knees, now.”

You wasted no time doing so, not wanting to disobey and rile him up even more.

He swiftly placed your upper body over his right knee and your legs were now on either side of his other knee.

“You wanna play so badly, go ahead. Do what you need to do.” He grunted.

You felt your face heating up by his tone and the very vulnerable position he had you in here.

“I’m sorry, Logan…” you pouted.

“Mm-mm you don’t get to call me that anymore, sweetie” God, he made your tummy twist.

“I’m sorry, sir” you whined.

“Mm, was that so hard sweetheart?” he said, groping your ass then landing a harsh smack that made you squeak.

“Go ahead, baby no one’s stopping you. Do what you want to” You knew he wanted you to grind on his knee so you can see how much of a desperate little slut you are. And as much as you wanted to continue being a brat, you also know that that’s what you’re dying to do.

Another harsh smack landed on your ass making you mewl and jerk forward causing friction against your cunt.

“Fuck sweetie, your princess parts getting nice and wet for me? Can smell you already…” He groaned.

The friction felt so good that you involuntarily started grinding your cunt on his knee.

“Thaaat’s it. See how much fun we can have when you’re a good girl?” Another smack landed on your pink tinted cheeks, this one a little softer than the other two.

“Mm, yeaaaa gonna cum, sir” you whined out.

“Oh yeah? You gonna make a mess in those little panties? Hm?” he was taunting you but it was just what you needed to send you right over the edge. You felt your eyes roll back into your skull as a wave of ecstasy crashed over you. His word turning your brain into a mushy mess of submission.

“Thereeeee we go baby, what a sweet girl.”

You couldn’t even register a thought other than feeling his overwhelming dominant presence. Your brain just consisted of him, him, him. And it felt so good. No words came out of your mouth but he already knew what you needed.

“Come here” he brought you fully onto his lap so you’re straddling him. You buried your face in his neck and he caressed your back.

“Need you, Logan.” was all you manage to get out.

He let out a hearty chuckle and pulled you in for a kiss, thrusting his hips up slightly to remind you of the very large tent in his pants.

“I think we should take this part to the bed yeah?”

this is completely self indulgent and also my first time writing something so elaborative. so i’m sorry if it makes no sense lol just wanted to get my thoughts out there. also was not proof read so sorry for any grammatical mistakes :/

#logan howlett #logan drabble #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett smut #x men

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dreamauri · 29 days ago

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♪ — 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 - chapter two jenson button x fem! driver! reader ( fluff / smut ) series summary . . . a mortal who dared to defy the impossible. Of grit forged in fire, and dreams that refused to yield. In a world where heroes are born, and few rise to become legends. You are a force to be reckoned with. Unshakable. Unstoppable. Indomitable. (2.7k words)

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II - MANEATER . . . ( Your second and third years in Formula One, 2013 -> 2014 content warning . . . ( contains mature sexual themes, threesomes (sebastian+yn+jenson, fernando+yn+jenson), very light mention of anal, Yn is 20 and 21 years old in this chapter )

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The press conference room is filled with the buzz of flashing cameras, the stifling heat of too many bodies pressed into one space, and the noise of too many voices talking at once. You’re sitting at the front, your legs crossed with the confidence of someone who knows exactly where she belongs, who knows exactly what she’s capable of. The reporters are already eyeing you, a mixture of admiration, curiosity, and something else, something they can’t quite put a name to.

Your heels click against the floor as you shift in your chair, adjusting the fit of your outfit with a small smile. The suit you’re wearing feels like armour—a sharp, tailored black number with an edge, a visual statement of who you are now: fierce, untouchable.

“You’re having a great start to your season, Yn. But the question on everyone’s mind is—did you sleep with your teammate to secure your seat?” A bold, daring journalist throws the question at you, as if expecting you to stumble, to blush, to shy away.

You tilt your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you meet his gaze, never backing down. They want a spectacle. Let them have it.

“You really think I needed to sleep with someone to get my seat?” you ask, voice smooth and dripping with challenge. You let the words hang for a moment, and the room quiets, waiting for your response, sensing that you’ve got them exactly where you want them.

With an almost imperceptible roll of your eyes, you answer, “I got the seat first. If anyone had to sleep with the other for the second seat, it would be Jenson sleeping with me for his seat.”

The laughter that ripples through the room is stifled, but you know it’s there, thick in the air. You can feel the tension around you as the reporter’s face pales, the realization dawning on him that he’s crossed a line.

“Keep an eye on your email,” you add, lowering your microphone slowly, leaning into the moment. Your gaze doesn’t waver from the journalist’s, your eyes locked in a challenge that’s now personal. “My lawyer will be in contact with you.”

A beat of silence. And then you smile—sweet, easy, too innocent to be anything other than menacing—and you lower your mic.

That’s who you are now. The girl who doesn’t let anyone walk all over her. Not anymore. Your high heels click with power, with authority, each step an unmistakable reminder of who you are. You’re not the innocent girl from the beginning of your career anymore. You’ve turned into someone who’s unafraid to strike back when provoked.

The younger generation loves it. They see you as the new sex symbol, an icon in heels, a force they can’t look away from. When they see you on the covers of magazines, they think they know you—they think they understand you. But they don’t. Not even close.

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The hum of the bar surrounds you as you walk, your heels clicking against the floor in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic cadence, making men all around you turn their heads to watch as you stride past. The bartender’s smile is instant, a knowing look in his eyes as he slides your drink toward you—your usual, a martini with just the right amount of bite.

“Congrats on the win,” he says, his voice low and appreciative, nervous, you could see it in the way he stands. “It was impressive.”

You give him a nod, a flirtatious grin curling at your lips. Impressive. It was more than that. It was perfect. The rush of the race, the feel of the podium beneath your feet—it never gets old.

“Thanks,” you reply, voice smooth as silk. You tilt your head to meet his eyes, your smirk widening. “I know.”

Taking the drink, you pause just long enough to give him a teasing glance as you take your first sip before you turn, weaving your way through the crowd to where Jenson sits. He’s deep in conversation with a group of men, but you know he’ll notice you. He always does.

Jenson is sat down with a group of men, his laughter filling the space between the conversations. He notices you immediately, a glint in his eyes as you approach. You don’t give him a chance to speak yet. Instead, you hand him his drink, and he takes it with a grin that’s far too familiar.

“You’re trouble,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, playful.

You raise an eyebrow, a playful challenge in your gaze. “And you love it,” you reply, your tone smooth, teasing as you lean your forearm on his shoulder to use him as an armrest, taking a sip. The spark between you is there, always there, even if it’s become a little less exciting over time. You watch as he takes a sip of his drink, eyes tracking every movement of yours.

But you're not here for Jenson, not entirely anyway.

You turn your head, and just as you do, one of the men in his group, the one standing a little further from the conversation, makes his move. He steps toward you, his smile charming and smooth as he offers his hand. “I’m Allison,” he says, his voice rich with confidence. “I just wanted to congratulate you on the win. I watched the whole thing from my balcony. You were incredible out there..”

You pause for a second, assessing him. The sharp cut of his jaw, the way his confidence bleeds into the air around him—it’s clear he's used to being the centre of attention. But you’re the one people can’t take their eyes off tonight.

You don’t shake his hand. Instead, you raise your martini glass, giving him a small nod. A flick of a smile. “Thanks. A win in Monaco always is,” you reply coolly, before taking a slow sip of your drink, letting the tension between you linger. The man, Allison, hesitates for a moment, clearly thrown off by your disinterest, before pulling his hand back with an awkward little laugh.

You let the silence stretch, letting him squirm just a little. With a small wave, you turn your back on him, leaning your other hand on Jenson’s shoulder as you join the conversation, the night calling to you more than any empty pleasantries could.

You catch Jenson’s gaze once more, and this time, it’s different. There’s an understanding between you two, something unspoken, something that doesn’t need words. He watches you with that knowing grin of his, the one that always tells you he sees through the layers.

Before you know it, the world blurs around you. The conversation, the clinking of glasses, the soft hum of voices—all of it fades into the background as you find yourself being led out of the bar, your body pulled toward the warmth of Jenson’s penthouse. You’re drunk, but not too drunk to care.

Clothes hit the floor in a flurry of forgotten intentions, lips meeting messily in a frenzy of need as you unbutton Jenson jeans and help him hop out of them. The pull of his hands, the heat of his body—it’s too easy to give in. Everything else fades into the haze of pleasure, and you don’t think—don’t care about anything except the now. The bed, the heat, the way his hands travel over you, igniting every nerve. The way he fucks you into his bed with steady thrusts, his fingers gripping your hips tightly enough to leave faint bruises as he whispers your name like a prayer over and over.

It’s messy. It’s passionate. And it’s always like this between you two, this tangled mess of sex and race weekends. Jenson. You. The bed. The escape. The thrill of the moment. There’s no love in it, but it’s consuming all the same.

And as the night continues, with bodies entwined and hearts caught in the aftershocks of desire, you can’t help but wonder what it is about these fleeting moments that make them feel so real.

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The hotel room feels oddly quiet, despite the chaos of everything that led you here. Another win, another podium, but the thrill of victory feels different now. It's not as satisfying as it used to be, not when there’s this unexplainable craving inside of you that needs more.

You’re not sure when it started, but now, you're here, tangled between Jenson and Sebastian Vettel—an unspoken agreement between all of you. The rush of the night matches the pulse in your veins, but it’s not just victory you seek anymore. No, it’s the feeling of release, of being completely caught in the moment, and somehow, the three of you are drawn together in a way that feels inevitable.

Jenson’s voice is low as he grins at you, his fingers brushing against your skin with a mix of care and mischief. “You know YN, you’re not the only one who likes to take things fast, darling,” he says, a wink in his tone that’s both playful and dangerous.

You glance over at Sebastian, who’s already grinning in that cocky, childlike way he does, his eyes full of fire. He’s always been the one to push boundaries, never afraid to take risks, to go too fast, too hard as he holds your legs above your chest from the back of your knees. And right now, that speed is all-consuming. You’re lost in it, caught between them, each touch, each movement driving you wild.

But when it’s over, you don’t feel that emptiness. There’s no satisfaction in just the act itself; it's something else that keeps pulling you back. Something deeper. Something raw.

The second time it happens, it’s not just Jenson and Sebastian. Jenson, always the one to push the envelope, has a look in his eyes—a little too knowing—and asks, “What if I invite Fernando next?”

You don’t say no. You don’t even hesitate.

Fernando looks at you with that familiar quiet confidence of his, and you can’t ignore the way his presence feels different. He’s older, more deliberate, and there’s something in the way he looks at you that feels different. He doesn’t just see you as another conquest. There's something deeper there, but you can’t quite place it. His touch is gentler than the others, every stroke of his fingers soft, almost reverent.

When the night unfolds, it’s not about the rush. It's not about the wild abandon that Sebastian brings or the playful dominance Jenson demands. It’s about the way Fernando holds you close, his every movement thoughtful, and tender, like he’s taking care of you. His hands are gentle as they guide you to ride him, and when Jenson gets a little too rough as he takes your ass for the first ever time—too fast—it's Fernando who’s the one speaking for you when all you can let out is squeaks, whimpers and whines. His voice was low and commanding, in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

“Jenson,” he murmurs in that thick accent of his, pulling Jenson’s attention from you, “slow down. She’s not just some . . . quick ride.”

There’s something in Fernando’s eyes that stirs something deeper in you. He’s not just acting out of desire; he’s looking at you like you’re something more—something fragile, something to protect. It’s confusing, but it's comforting all the same.

Afterwards, when everything settles and the tension fades, Fernando’s voice softens again. He brushes the hair from your face, speaking in quiet Spanish, his words unintelligible to Jenson but somehow still so intimate.

“Te cuido, cariño,” he whispers, his fingers lingering on your skin. I’ll take care of you, darling.

His hands are soft as they clean you up, as if you’re something precious. It’s a stark contrast to the usual detachment, the fast-paced lust that you’ve become used to. With Fernando, it’s different. It feels like he’s there for something more than just the physical.

You wonder, briefly, if he sees you the way he sees everyone else—or if there’s something more between you two. But as he wraps you in his arms and presses a kiss to your forehead, you push the thought away. It’s not time for questions. Not now.

The thing is, you don’t know if you want to answer those questions. You don’t know if you want to know why he’s different. Maybe it’s enough that he is different. And you’re starting to realize that, somehow, you crave him the most.

Even as Jenson pulls you into another embrace which you snuggle into eagerly, his body pressed against yours, it’s Fernando's touch that lingers in your mind, his voice that echoes in your head.

And for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you're just another driver, just another woman. You feel like you're someone to him.

That’s something you haven’t felt in a while.

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The final race of the season. Brazil. The crowd is electric, the tension unbearable. But for you, there’s something else gnawing at your gut. Jenson is retiring. This is the last time you’ll race with him as a teammate, the last time you’ll share a podium with him. And it stings.

You secured the championship. You should be over the moon, ecstatic. But the pit in your stomach refuses to go away.

After the race, in the quiet aftermath of victory, you find yourself alone with Jenson. The moonlight spills into the room, soft and silvery, illuminating the chaos of limbs tangled beneath rumpled sheets. The afterglow of your championship victory still lingers in the air, as thick and intoxicating as the champagne that’s long since been consumed.

The silence is thick with the weight of all the unsaid things, all the moments you shared—the late nights, the laughter, the camaraderie. You kiss him, a soft, lingering kiss, one more before you go your separate ways.

Jenson lies beside you, his breathing slow and steady, his chest rising and falling in that comfortable rhythm that always calms you. He’s quiet for a moment, eyes staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"You were incredible out there today," he murmurs, breaking the silence.

You smile, but it's not a carefree grin. You’ve won the championship, but it feels different tonight—heavier. “I—. We did it.” Your voice cracks slightly, and you’re not sure if it’s from the adrenaline or something else.

Jenson shifts closer, pulling you into his side, and you let him, your head resting on his chest. The familiarity of his warmth soothes you.

"I’m so proud of you," he adds, his voice soft, laced with a tenderness that makes your heart ache in places you didn’t know existed.

You trace the contours of his chest with your fingers, the comfortable silence stretching between you. But there's a question hanging in the air, one neither of you is brave enough to voice.

“What now?” You ask it quietly, but the weight of it feels like a bomb in your chest.

Jenson shifts, the smile on his lips almost bitter. “You’ll keep winning. You always do.” His fingers trace the curve of your arm as if he’s trying to imprint your form into his memory.

And for a moment, the silence is comfortable again—until it’s not. The tension between you builds, the unsaid words filling the room.

You break the silence, rolling to face him. “You’re really leaving, huh?”

Jenson’s eyes soften, his hand finding your face, gently cupping your cheek. "You knew this day would come, Yn. I’ve always known."

His words slice through you. They’re a sharp reminder of what you’re losing, and you’re not sure how to process it. But before you can respond, his lips are on yours, silencing whatever words you had in mind. His kiss is slow, lingering, a finality in every brush of his lips against yours.

It’s a kiss that tastes like goodbye, but it’s still so sweet that you let it consume you, let it take you to that place of pure comfort and vulnerability.

This is the way this world works, isn’t it? You win, you lose, you fight, you fuck—but you never get to keep it all.

You start to wonder . . . why not?

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gloomy-prince · 10 months ago

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SUPER OLD RAINBOW! ART THREAD!!! Open only if you are brave enough to face teen me's cringe art...

(mostly joking but fr white Mimi and skinny Boo jumpscare below)

Very first digital piece of Boo and Mimi circa 2011!! I was 14 when I drew this. Usually I'm able to look back fondly at super old art of mine but this one does make me cringe a liiiiittle bit. Mimi girl what are you wearing, why are you white. Boo also had pink eyes in the beginning, which she would continue to have for several years to come (even in the current iteration of RAINBOW! they were pink at first, I later recolored those pages) but it was only later that it was due to the color scheme of the comic and not because they were literally pink. I'm pretty sure they were meant to be contacts, because their hair is and always have been dyed rather than anime-esque natural colorful hair, so that was some crazy dedication from Boo back in the day.

More 2011 art showing off Mimi's goth/scene-ish style and green eyes. They were initially meant to have pastel and neon fashion senses, respectively. The story was already named at this point, only a few days or maybe weeks into its inception, which is impressive considering it has taken us literal years to name other stories (I'm looking at you, Phantom Pains)

this one is from super early 2012! Interesting to think that this was less than 9 months later since it feels completely different to me. The first version of the comic had started at this point, and the pink and green color scheme was just starting to develop. This lineup features some characters that would later be cut. Lucian and Lily were friends of Boo, and Cecilia was Mimi's ex girlfriend. Notably Clarice is not on this lineup, and frankly I'm not sure why.

A picture I drew to commemorate 50 fans on RAINBOW!'s smackjeeves page, mid 2012. Boo's outfit resembled a recolored version of her 2011 outfit, but I have no idea what Mimi is wearing. What. are. you. wearing.

Chibi-ish drawings of Boo and Mimi cosplaying various characters, from early 2013. Homura Mimi is very funny to me, I really don't know why I didn't draw her as Kyoko. I assume I was trying to keep them as paired characters, but I didn't do that with the Sailor Moon or Disney ones, so I who knows why I did it with PMMM. Mimi's hairstyle changes to a shaved cut somewhere around this time, but it is much more dramatic than her current undercut, and her hair is still pretty long. Boo is wearing a closet cosplay of Fluttershy that I myself wore once. These also resemble the chibi-ish drawings on the chapter intermission pages of RAINBOW! Vol 1.

A character study I did in late 2013, which would be shortly after I made a major style shift into the art style that would eventually develop into the one I currently have. At this point, Boo was meant to be fatter than Mimi, but the execution wasn't really there at all. There is also a doodle at the bottom of me and Sunny at the time (I am the one with long hair), expressing thanks for 300 fans on smackjeeves. Considering it had 50 in mid 2012, the readership was pretty slow growing back then.

outfit exploration for Mimi, circa 2014. At this point I started to expand the color scheme a little bit more so that not every character would be paper-white, though she is still very pale even though she is no longer meant to be white anymore. None of these outfits really resemble her current style, and I don't particularly like any of them either. It took me a very long time to settle on a fashion sense for her.

an Adventure Time-eqsue drawing of Mimi and Boo that I actually drew less than two weeks after the previous image despite the difference in things such as the way the hair was drawn. I had to include this one because it blew up overnight, which was a huge deal for highschool me, I remember checking my phone at school a lot because it was just getting hundreds or even thousands of notes over the span of the day. I think it has something like 16,000 notes. Still the post with the highest number of notes I have by far, so I guess I peaked in high school, whomp whomp

More fashion exploration, this time of Mimi and Boo, from early 2015. The color scheme is starting to approach what it currently is, but much more dull since I used to be afraid of bright colors. Mimi's fashion sense is starting to get closer to what it currently is, but the pastel goth influence that was popular in early-mid 2010s tumblr is apparent. In chapter 1, Boo wears an outfit that is extremely similar to the one with the bear shirt, except it's a rabbit instead. The dress that Mimi gives to Boo is also almost identical to the depiction of it here. This drawing implies that Mimi was originally going to be present in the film noir scene where Boo finds her mom, which is interesting...

Another cast lineup! This one is from late 2015-early 2016. Mimi is wearing an outfit pretty similar to what she wears in chapter 1 but with the colors altered. The execution of Boo's body type is starting to improve but she's still kind of pear-shaped. Mimi is also a little more square, and her hair finally looks like the style she has now. Clarice gets to be in the lineup this time and she is SUPER tall. I think she is still taller than Milo. And Mimi is around 5'7"-5'8", so Clarice must be around 6 foot by that logic.

The original version of chibi-ish Boo riding a bike in her Kiki outfit, from 2016. I think it was meant to be a banner of some kind, possibly for tapas or tumblr. A newer version of this drawing features as a chapter intermission drawing in the physical book.

The original cover for RAINBOW! from 2017. The color scheme is finally starting to get a little brighter! This is actually a redraw of an older drawing from 2014, I want to draw it again someday. Also, I was going by Rain at the time.

A drawing I did in late 2017 for a class in which we were meant to try digital painting and I went for a very simple approach. I like that Mimi's legs are a little noodle-y. This is also the first drawing where Mimi's eyes are no longer green, but dark pink instead. By the language of RAINBOW!'s color scheme, that means they are brown. Boo's eyes are still pink, however.

Another drawing for a class, this time from 2018. I can't remember the specifics of the assignment, but I used the opportunity to draw the playground and Max, the dog, for the first time. I like the way the trees look in this. That little snip of hair by Mimi's ear also made a reappearance here for some reason.

The original version of the drawing that would become the cover of RAINBOW! Vol 1, from mid 2019! I believe I drew it to be a banner on Tapas, but I used it for tumblr as well.

And lastly, Boo and Mimi outfit sheets from 2019-2020. I messed with them for a while, hence the timeframe. Boo's eyes are finally green, which I changed since I liked the idea of Mimi having green hair and pink eyes, and Boo having pink hair and green eyes, as if they are reflected a bit in each other. Outside of RAINBOW!'s color scheme, Boo's eyes are actually blue though. It took about a decade, but I finally settled on a fashion sense for Mimi.

BONUS ART!!! 💖💖✨✨ I thought these would be better grouped together rather than chronologically with the rest.

RAINBOW!'s banners from its era on smackjeeves! Smackjeeves didn't have square/circular icons but rather these thin long banners which could also be animated. I thought that was so fun, so I always animated them at least a little, even though one doesn't seem to work. It was customary to write girls love/boys love on the banner of mlm/wlw romance stories then, so almost all of them say that. I still see that trend on some comics on webtoon and tapas nowadays. They are from 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, and 2017. I don't believe the 2017 one was ever used.

And RAINBOW!'s icon throughout the years! I always refused to change it, only update it, because I thought it was really cute. They are from (approximately) 2017, 2018, 2020, and 2021.

And finally, art from 2021 of Mimi with her cousin August, who will be the protagonist of our next comic, Phantom Pains. Weird to think that we'll be on that comic in foreseeable future, since it is also over 10 years old now. Bit of a passing the torch type drawing to end on. 💕 If you made it all the way here, thanks for reading! Hopefully it was fun and didn't hurt your eyes.

#rainbow!#rainbow #webcomic #webtoon #tapas comic #lgbt #lgbtq #wlw #lesbian #lgbt webcomic #queer webcomic

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aus-wnt · 5 days ago

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caitlinfoord | 23/06/2013 - 03/01/2025 🪽 Rest easy my sweet sweet baby girl 🍑 It’s been the hardest few months of my life to see you decline and have to make the difficult decision to say goodbye 💔 You’ve been the best thing to come into my life and I feel empty now knowing you’re not here anymore. I’ve never loved anyone or anything as much as I love you. I’ll miss you every day but I’ll hold onto all the amazing times we shared. I feel better knowing you’re at peace and out of pain.. I’ve always tried to put you first in everything I’ve done and that’s why I had to make this difficult decision even though I never wanted to see this day, ever. You touched more people than you’ll ever know and you’re so so so so loved! I’ll never forget the day I picked her up and my first night with my precious little girl … waking up to her snuggled into my neck, she stole my heart from day 1 🥰 Can’t wait for the day we are reunited. I know she’ll be waiting for me like always ❤️

#caitlin foord #matildas #auswnt #😢

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outlanderskin · 9 months ago

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Then go and honors your “favorite” Mr. Menzies pretty please! Change your icon blog and start blogging and shipping him with some costar! Do Cait and Sam a favor once for all, and move on!they even cant behave like the great friends they are anymore because shippers are unable to understand that she married someone else and Sam is a single man with a big problem to commitment and keeping stable relationships. Get a grip girls, it’s not 2013, Sam is prolly Cait’s son’s godfather not her lover…🤣! even SHW and Sisbrazil bloggers are slowly backtracking about SC supposed forbidden romance!😂

Thanks for the laughs, Anon. About Tobias, yes, I have my fangirl moment with him : in person last weekend. I also have a page and group dedicated to him. Thanks for asking. About Sam being the godfather of Caitríona's son, you guys are getting more creative every day, but you still haven't surpassed in creativity that Anon who said Sam was the donor of the genetic material, doing a favor for a friend. I don't know if anyone will ever be able to overcome that Anon, not even the Cait Only who said on Twitter that they were using T as Sam's body double because of the pandemic. Regarding SIS and SHW, you certainly have no contact with any of them, and that's why you decided to say this nonsense. Always keep one thing in mind, Anon: Some people have seen things you haven't seen, know things you don't know, and perceive things your mind can't reach. I think things are so boring in Mordor that you decided to come and monitor our side and - Unintentionally - gave us a good laugh🤣🤣🤣😂. Ah, a reason for you to be proud: you and the other Anti who said that in the hot scenes, they used acrylic sheets are tied in the game of nonsense. Maybe at the end of the year, we will do a Nosense Awards, and I will definitely nominate you.

😚😚

#fandom is for fun #thehardlifeofshippers #welcome to the shitshow

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haii againn :> so this could be headcannons or whatever you think is best but like reader and bill who’ve been together since 2007 or 2008 and basically like their life throughout the years if that makes sense? so like reader isn’t apart of the band but they decide to join them on tour so them and bill don’t spend so much time apart and them and the rest of the band are super duper close friends too and then them spending time w bill and getting married around 2014 when they aren’t touring anymore yk and all the way up to 2024 (present)? this seems like a lot omg and confusing but we’re all delusional i’ll give u a kissy kiss

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Relationship headcannons Bill

NSFW CONTENTS MIXED IN!!!

2008

You and Bill first get together

Super shy at first

Boasts about you ALL the time

Brings you to band practice all the time

Walks you to school and back home

Eats you out and the tongue piercing hitting your clit is ADDICTING

2009

Super close

Brings you to band practice ofc

Loves when you spend time with Gustav, Tom and Georg, it makes him feel closer to you

Loves when you play with his dreads

LOVES cuddling you

could cuddle you all day if he could

Makes you breakfast in bed when he can

Gets you the best presents

2010

Takes you to the humanoid tour

Introduced you to the fans at the end of the concert

Talks about you non stop in interviews

Loves when you wash his hair in the shower

Teases you so hard

Talks about proposing to you to the guys all the time

2011-2013

Proposes to you

Showers you with gifts

especially when coming back from a tour

Loves to cook and clean with you

Still talks about you non stop in interviews

Smoking on the porch is a must every few nights

Cuddles with you and watches whatever movie you want

Date nights at home

Clubbing every 3 weeks

2014

The wedding happens

He cries when he sees you in your dress

Kissing you passionately when the priest says you can

Dances very dirty with you when you both get drunk

Before getting drunk he dances slowly with you, savouring the moment

Does the wedding garter toss (hehehe)

Fucks the SHIT out of you when you get home

Eats a lot of cake at the wedding

Finally buying your first house together

Lots of renovating

You love his blonde hair

You help him with touring a lot

You help him with music videos and cds

2015-2020

Closer then ever

Spend every day together

He loves taking you on cute dates

Gets you flowers every week

Sex is AMAZING

Cuddling every night

More renovations

You find out you're pregnant

Bill builds a nursery for you

you love the nursery and it brings you EVEN CLOSER

You give birth to a healthy baby girl in 2018

Super loving and caring

Helped you so much during pregnancy and after birth

Best father ever

Took a while off touring to help you and the baby

2021-2024

You had another baby

He loves taking the kids out

Dresses them in cute clothes

Super loving towards you

Still takes you out on cute dates

Makes Tom and the others babysit hehe

SEX IS STILL AMAZINGGGG

Comforts you when you express your insecurities after having kids

Reminds you how much he loves you and always will

Gets you flowers every week as usual

Lets you splurge on toys and clothes for the kids

Built a lot of things for the kids

Tom is the best uncle and gives the best presents

Cuddles every night after putting the kids to bed

He cleans and you cook

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 6 months ago

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To Find What Once Was Lost

Warnings: None really. Some angst. Regrets.

Summary: Y/N has found Dean, can she find what they lost when she said goodbye?

Pairings: Dean x Y/N

Word Count: 1250

A/N: So this fic is a sequel to Love Misunderstood. That little drabble was written just over a year ago, and I've been meaning to write this almost ever since.

@paarthurnax59 sent a very kind ask inquiring about a part 2 for them, and I was quickly inspired to write this sequel. It's more than twice as long as the first one - sorry! Couldn't keep this one short and sweet. 😏

Anyway, hope you all enjoy them both!

P.S. For reference, I pictured the first part of the story taking place when Dean was around 22 or 23. (2001/2002 - ish) This one is supposed to take place almost 11 years later, when Dean was 33/34 (2012/2013 - ish.) So around season 8. But there's room for interpretation as your imagination prefers. 😊

The day he stepped back into my life was just an idle Tuesday. I’d spent more than a decade avoiding him one way or another, either by design or by accident.

Then one Tuesday night in Stedman’s Bar and Grill - there he was, leaning against the bar, swirling a glass of cheap whiskey.

Dean Winchester.

The boy that I loved without understanding that I did. The boy who told me he loved me just so I could stomp on his heart. The boy I regretted more than any other mistake I’d made, and I’d made a lot of them.

I stared at him across the room and the first thing I realized was that he wasn't a boy anymore.

In some ways he still looked exactly the same, the same perfect profile, the same wide, disarming smile, the same jewel-bright green eyes that widened with surprise when they caught mine from across the room.

But as I stared at him, I saw the differences too. When I’d known him, he’d been tall and muscular, but still a little lanky, as though he hadn’t quite grown into his size yet, like a puppy.

Now, he’d definitely achieved his full potential. His body was thick and broad, sturdy, like an oak tree - one that had weathered years and years of storms.

As he walked slowly towards me, his glass of whiskey in hand, I could see the changes in his face too. He was still inordinately beautiful - there was something almost surreal about that kind of beauty - but there was a warning in his eyes now, a set to his mouth that was harder. His smile was more cautious, less automatic.

He approached my table and my heart beat wildly. Then he spoke and I realized another big change.

“Hey, Y/N, long time no see.”

Like the rest of him, his voice had matured, deepened significantly. It was rougher, harder. But it had also gained the power to make an electric shiver run up my spine.

I tried to remember how to smile, as I greeted him. “Yeah, a long time. How…how are you?”

He shrugged and gestured to the chair across from me, questioning. I gave a nod. “Yeah, please, sit.”

He sat down and took a sip from his glass. “I’m good. You?”

I laughed lightly, nervously. “Well, over the last ten years or so?” I tilted my head. “Mostly okay.”

He frowned. “Hasn’t been ten years.”

I nodded. “You’re right, closer to eleven.”

I saw realization slowly dawn in his eyes and I chuckled. “Yeah.”

A charged silence descended and I knew we were both remembering that last meeting. I knew my memory of it was shrouded in regret and pain. How did he remember it?

As the time that bitch ripped his heart out? Puppy love for an unremarkable and undeserving girl? Or was his memory of me muted and fuzzy around the edges?

Was I just a distant memory he had trouble accessing?

I wanted to ask him, but I couldn’t. Because what if I told him I remembered everything about our time together, that I remembered the way he smelled when he was fresh out of the shower, that I still make grilled cheese sandwiches the way he taught me, that I can’t listen to Nothing Else Matters because it makes me cry to remember the way he held me pressed close to him in the back of the Impala while it played softly over the radio.

What if I told him all those things and he remembered nothing, or he remembers and doesn’t care, remembers and curses my name, remembers and knows he dodged a bullet.

The endless what ifs kept my mouth sealed tight.

He cleared his throat. “So, still hunting?”

I nodded, grateful for the conversational lifeline. “Yeah, still at it. You too, from what I hear.” I smiled. “Thanks for uh…saving the world.”

He snorted softly, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “Yeah, no problem. Nothin’ else to do that day.”

I grinned. “Well, good thing.”

His smile softened slightly, and he sighed deeply. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

I returned the soft smile. “Dean Winchester.”

In the renewed silence I heard a distant alarm bell going off in the back of my mind. For years I’d wanted the chance to tell him I was sorry, that I regretted hurting him, that he wasn’t wrong, it was love between us, that I’d been a fool.

And now my mouth was sealed shut. But I was the one who did the hurting, and even though Dean was the one who walked out the door, I was the one who ended what we had. So, I had to be the one to speak first.

With determination and terror I pried open my jaw and let my cartwheeling thoughts fall out.

“This is probably gonna be stupid and maybe you don’t care, or maybe you don’t wanna hear it, but I need to say I’m sorry.”

Dean was frowning. “No, Y/N-”

But I cut him off. “Please, yes. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long that I was the one who was wrong. I told you you were mistaken, that you didn’t love me, that we didn’t love each other, but I was so wrong. I was just a scared, stupid kid and I’ve regretted hurting you every day since. Because, you did love me, I did love you, it was real. Okay, maybe it was young and untested, but it was real. And…well, I’m just sorry I couldn’t understand that then.”

My voice got quiet. “I think about you a lot, and I always hope you’re well, happy.” I looked at him, my expression turning the statement into a question, and he just shrugged.

“I’ve been happy.” He paused a beat and then scoffed. “Been miserable and scared and broken, and stomped on quite a bit too.” He answered with a lopsided, heartbreaking smile. “But yeah, I’ve been happy.”

He caught my eye. “I’m happy now.”

My heart grew and thumped against my ribcage and I couldn’t help the tears that came to my eyes. I blinked them away and reached across the table to put my hand on his, smiling wide. “I’m happy too.”

He shook his head, inhaling deeply, and exhaling slowly. “Man, I’ll tell you one thing - I missed that smile.”

I felt myself blush and Dean chuckled and winked. “Missed making you blush too.”

I waved away his flirtations, though they made my pulse race, and I gave him a serious look. “Do you accept my apology? Forgive me?”

Dean’s face was gentle now, closer to the soft boy I remembered, though still forever altered. “Yeah, sweetheart. Long time ago. Life’s too short and mean to hold on to old hurts.”

A shy smile turned up the corner of his mouth and he stared into his whiskey. “Still think about you lots though too, still…still regret walking away.”

I squeezed his hand. “You’re right, gotta let go of those regrets.”

He looked back up at me and nodded. “Yeah, and maybe…?”

I got lost in the forest of his eyes for a moment, but then raised an eyebrow in question. “Maybe…what?”

He shrugged, his expression sheepish. “Maybe start making new memories instead?”

There was a familiar warmth in his gaze that had goosebumps racing across my skin and the blush back in my cheeks.

“Yeah, definitely, new memories, new chances?”

He raised his glass of whiskey and winked at me again. “I’ll drink to that.”

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