losers-clvb

[losers-clvb]

update: zoe changed places and now she is not only using her insurance, but she also gets discounts on her glasses

'bout to drop a band (i made an eye appointment for glasses AND contacts with no insurance)

[losers-clvb]

ICEBREAKER one

pairing: stanford!hockey player!sam winchester x figure skater!female!reader

content: language, slightly ooc sam, smut (semi-public dry humping, dirty talk, semi-public making out)

word count: 3.1k

note: first part, yay, yay!! this was supposed to be a long one-shot fic, but your girl has the 'too much' gene and went all in. so here we are! i hope you like it <33

You didn’t even know why you were at this party. Maybe to numb the stress of school and competition season mixing together, not that you could drink. No, not with the strict regimen your coaches put on the team.

Oh, yeah, coaches, another reason why you shouldn’t be at this party right now. If they caught you here, even if you were simply in the background of a photo, it would be your ass cleaning up the rink after every practice.

God, you couldn’t do this anymore. You needed air. The boom of the music was too loud, the sweat slicking off of your friends’ bodies too sticky.

“Outside!” You shouted to your friend, Lissa, and pointed to the back door of the frat house. She waved you off with a smile, eyes glassing over from the third – no, fifth – cup of… whatever the hell mixture she had concocted in that Solo cup. She was taking full advantage of your status as D.D. for the night.

You rolled your eyes playfully, shuffling through the crowd of twenty-something kids trying to grind on each other. The night air was sharp, soft goosebumps popping up on your bare arms.

Why none of the party goers wanted to be in the calm of the backyard was beyond you, but you were thankful for the quiet. A few questionably clean pieces of patio furniture were out near the almost overgrown grass. You decided the risk of some spider crawling up your leg was worth it and settled into the cushioned seat of a bench.

The crisscrossed green and white of the vines crawling up the pergola's wood-beam walls blocked the visuals of the party and only a stream of muffled music made its way to your ears. You sighed, leaning back and closing your eyes.

The steps of your routine for the first competition flashed behind your eyelids. Spins and flips, especially those that you initially struggled to get down, taunted you, making what was supposed to be a peaceful night very, very stressful.

You hadn't even noticed your mumbling until a voice rang out, cutting through your quiet.

“What the hell is a Biellmann?”

Your eyes shot open, flitting around frantically to find the intruder.

Standing there, with an adorable flop of brown hair, was Sam Winchester. Hockey god, Sam Winchester.

You'd heard of him, seen his face. It was hard to ignore his photographed smile charming you from the walls of the rink every time you went in for practice. You'd never met him, somehow, which made your staring at him very strange, to say the least.

“You good?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you with that damn crooked grin he shared with his brother.

The memory of the Wicked Winchesters – named aptly because of their tendency to absolutely crush the opposing team just as the pair of them – snapped you out of your trance. You scoffed, irritation bleeding in to cover the embarrassment of the situation.

“Why are you out here?” You mumbled, raising a brow.

The bite you meant to put in your tone must not have come through, or maybe it did and he just didn't care, because his grin grew wider.

“You want a picture?” Sam asked.

Upon seeing your confusion, he let out a little chuckle and plopped down next to you, making the metal feet of the bench scrape against the concrete.

“You know, since you seem so enamored with my facial features.” He watched your face shift back to irritation.

“Big word for a puck-head.” You grumbled with a roll of your eyes. You sipped on your drink, the lukewarm lemonade doing nothing to quell your attraction to Sam's bicep.

“Puck-head? Who says that?” He laughed, clearly not offended. He slung his arm across the back of the bench, the skin of his arm just grazing your neck. You tried not to shiver at the touch.

“I do.” You defended, turning so you were sitting at an angle, giving you a break from physical touch.

He was attractive. And charming. And tall. And his lips had you wondering what they tasted like. But none of that could matter right now, not when you'd taken a vow of celibacy for your competition season.

“You're somethin’ else, darlin’.” Sam mumbled, eyes grazing over your bare thighs.

Thank you Lissa for forcing this mini-dress onto my body, you thought.

“You never answered my question.” You pointed out, crossing your legs so your dress rode up a bit more. He looked up at you, eyes sparkling.

“You never answered mine.” He tilted his head and mimicked a camera taking a picture.

“No. No pictures.” You answered quickly, then added on, in a biting fashion, “darlin’.”

Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s just hotter when you say it like that.” He licked his lips, sipping on his drink.

“Your turn.” You reminded him, ignoring the urge you had to smile. He sighed and looked around, brown eyes finally landing on you.

“There’s no one out here.” He let his eyes rake down your body. “No one but you, it seems.” His eyes found yours again. You pursed your lips in a small pout, one that had Sam’s eyes twinkling with interest.

“So?” You couldn’t help the sass that invaded your words. Wasn’t Sam Winchester supposed to be partying it up with his buddies over at the keg stand?

“So…,” his head rolled to the side slowly while he dragged the word out, “I need quiet. To focus.”

Your faced screwed up in confusion again.

“Focus? For what?” You couldn’t think of one thing in Sam’s life that required focus. Not that you knew much of his life, but you could guess, for the most part, what it consisted of. Wake up, pound some pre workout, and go bash heads with his teammates.

Sam’s expression of “Really?” made you scoff in annoyance, though you didn’t know if that emotion was made stronger by your intense urge to lick over his throat.

“What could possibly be important enough for you to need focus, Samuel?” You went to sip your drink again before noticing the cup was empty. Apparently you were thirstier than you originally thought.

“First of all, it’s Sam,” he corrected with a grin, “but it’s cute that you know my name.”

“It’s not-,” you began, but Sam cut you off.

“To answer your question, I have a game coming up. Though I’m sure you already knew that, seeing how you seem to know all about me.” He raised his eyebrows, on the verge of laughing.

“I don’t know all about you. Just the basics.” You argued, unable to stop the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Right, the basics,” he said it in a mocking tone that had you pouting again, “like my full name and my skills in bed.”

“I don’t know about your skills in bed.” You immediately defended, not realizing you’d fallen right into his trap until the words were already out. You squeezed your eyes shut in a cringe while he replied.

“Wanna find out?” You could hear that utterly charming annoying grin seeping into his words. You could also feel the little flutter in your gut telling you that his words really were having an effect on you, much to your dismay.

“Stupid pickup line.” You grumbled, fighting the urge – yet again – to smile.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Sam laughed, stretching his hands over his head which resulted in his shirt lifting just enough for you to see a peek of his abs and happy trail.

“Needed some work.” You mumbled, eyes still trained on the newly-revealed skin.

“Maybe you could help me out with it, since you’re so knowledgeable.” He tilted his head a bit, catching your attention. You flicked your gaze up without moving your head, locking eyes with him. He smirked, a crooked little thing that simultaneously annoyed and turned you on.

“See something you like?” It was the cockiness that had you rolling your eyes, not the need to drag your attention away from something other than the hunk of man in front of you.

“Why do you need to focus for this game? Isn’t it easy? Puck-in-net, game over?” You asked, trying to change the subject. It seemed to work.

“Oh yeah, real simple stuff. That’s why we get a bigger budget than you guys.” Sam’s comment surprised you. He knew who you were then, just as you had.

“No, you get a bigger budget because the budget office gets a hard-on for guys beating on each other.” You didn’t even notice you relaxing back against the bench, Sam’s arm grazing your hairline again.

“You think a bunch of twirling deserves more money?”

“It’s not just twirling. Do you know how hard it is to land some of those moves? No, because you look out on the ice and see a big playground for caveman punching.” You were being completely unfair and you knew it. That fact didn’t stop the wash of excitement at the chance to fully argue with someone. It’d been a while since you clicked with someone like this, especially someone as hot as Sam.

“You keep insinuating that we’re dumb.” He raised a brow. “Is that what you think?”

That flustered you.

“Well, I…,” you tried to collect yourself, “I’ve heard things. Things that add evidence to my thinking.”

“I’m pre-law.” Sam told you, giving you a short nod to further push his point. “Dean – I assume you know him too, gorgeous – he’s majoring in kinesiology. We’re not dumb.”

You blinked at him, a small frown forming on your face that Sam wanted to kiss off.

“I…,” you attempted to think of another defense. You couldn’t. This was one of the very rare times you were wrong. “You’re right. You’re not dumb.”

Then you remembered the point at hand.

“We don’t just twirl out there.” You huffed, scooting closer. Your knees were touching the denim fabric of his thigh now. “It’s really calculated stuff, Sam.”

“Yeah, I know.” He shrugged, chugging the rest of his drink and setting the cup down on the cement patio. “Just wanted to see how fired up you would get about it.”

You made a small noise of annoyance, though the smile creeping onto your face betrayed it.

“You’re insufferable.” You grinned, fidgeting with the fabric of your dress. Sam’s eyes dragged to the movement like a magnet to metal.

“Big word for a ribbon-head.” Sam mumbled teasingly.

“Ribbon-head?”

“See how ridiculous it sounds.”

You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth to keep from smiling too wide. Your fingers slowly moved, on their own accord, from your dress to his thigh, tracing lazy circles into the fabric.

“It was a bit ridiculous.” You admitted. You felt the pressure of Sam’s arm falling to rest on your shoulders. It wasn’t heavy, at least, not as heavy as you were expecting. Comforting and sexy were better words to describe it.

“I’ll let it slide, alcohol impairs my judgement too.” He nodded at your abandoned cup.

“No alcohol. That was all me, unfortunately.” You glanced at him, narrowing your eyes playfully. “I actually stick to my athletic contract.” You tapped his empty cup with the toe of your shoe.

“Mmm, me too, pretty girl,” you ignored the shiver that crept over you at the pet name, “it’s that shitty powdery stuff Delta Phi calls ‘lemonade.’”

“It was pretty bad, wasn’t it? The cafe down the street from my apartment makes theirs homemade, every morning. That is lemonade.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to share this information with him, but it felt right.

“Maybe you could take me some time, let me buy you a cup of it.” Sam shifted a bit closer to you.

You should have rolled your eyes again, maybe told him that pickup line was worse than the last. Instead, you gave him a slight smile.

“Maybe I could.”

Your eyes locked with his. The leaning of your body closer to him was something you were doing unconsciously, just needing to be closer to him. Sam watched you with interest, tongue darting out to lick across his lips.

“No sex.” You mumbled, leaning in closer. Your heart leapt at his soft chuckle.

“What kind of man do you take me for?” His lips were inches from yours, so close you could smell his breath – a mix of mint and that God-awful lemonade that had you wanting to taste him.

“I mean it. I don’t hook up during comps.” Your hand slid up his chest – pure muscle under your touch – and rested on his shoulder. His hand found your hip, pleasure sparking where his fingers gently gripped you.

“Yeah, I got that, sweetheart.” His words were mumbled onto your lips, skin brushing skin. You figured one more reminder of that would be overkill, especially with your resolve slowly breaking down with every second that passed.

You kissed him, soft and slow, savoring this moment with him. Sam’s grasp on you tightened slightly when a whimper hummed from your throat, motivating you to kiss him deeper. You slowly crawled onto his lap with his assistance.

He nibbled softly on your bottom lip and you granted him access to your mouth, parting your lips just enough to let him in. Your mind was fuzzy from the simple high of being near him, but one thing you could be certain of, that stupid lemonade tasted much better when you were licking it off of his tongue.

With your knees settled on either side of his thighs, you slid your hands up to tangle your fingers in his hair, earning you a hum from him. Your dress rode up with your position, the fabric bunching up where Sam held your hips.

He shifted, settling into a more comfortable position, and that's when you felt it. The seam of the front of his jeans brushed against your clit through your panties. A noise, just a small whimper that you tried to force down, tumbled out, making Sam smirk against your lips.

When you experimentally rolled your hips with another noise, he pulled away, breathing heavy.

“Thought you didn't do hook ups.” He pointed out, even as you rocked down into him again. You let out a shaky breath, fingers tugging at his hair gently.

“It's not sex if our clothes stay on.” You panted. If that logic had worked for your strict-Christian freshman year roommate, then it would work for you as well. A grin cracked across Sam's face.

“I like the way you think.” He said approvingly before diving back into the kiss. You gasped into him when he thrust his hips up into you. Somehow he knew the exact angle that rubbed against you perfectly.

“Fuck.” You groaned, tugging on his hair to get him closer. He tilted his head up, pushing his tongue against yours.

You couldn’t think. The only thing buzzing through your brain at a million miles an hour was SamSamSamSamSam. This was better than alcohol. His taste had you floating, light as a cloud. His touch set you on fire, sparks dashing wherever he made contact.

Maybe you could give in. One last night of sex just to feel more of him. It wasn’t as if the rule was necessarily mandatory. You’d just lived by it since hearing it boasted about by your team’s former captain – the girl you’d replaced when she moved on to the national team.

No. Fuck, you didn’t want to be one of those girls that only needed a bright smile to make them forget their standards. You were better than that, more disciplined. You couldn’t throw everything away for one night of bliss.

You’d let Sam take you out on a date before you spread your legs for him.

You moaned against his shoulder at the idea, your mouth falling open against the cotton of his hoodie. He kept a grip on your hip, but his other hand splayed across your back, gently holding you close.

“Are you going to come, pretty girl?” Sam’s voice was smooth and confident, like he knew he had control over the situation despite you being on top.

“Yes,” you breathed out, airy and desperate. Your hips kept rocking, faltering a bit the closer you got to release. Sam picked up the slack, thrusting up into you steadily.

“Do it,” he growled, hand flexing against you. “Come for me.”

You weren’t looking for permission, yet the moment he gave it, you felt yourself unravel. You bit down on his hoodie, trying to keep yourself from being too loud as you came, a low, long moan that morphed into a whine dragging from your throat.

Sam grunted, pulling you closer.

Ecstasy washed over you, numb pleasure rinsing away any stress you had ever felt. You slumped against him, letting yourself just be limp for a few moments. It was quiet again, the best kind. Heavy breathing, hitching when either one of your bodies shifted, filled the space.

“Didn’t know you could get prettier,” Sam mumbled, cradling you close to him, “but, holy shit, you’re drop-dead gorgeous when you come.”

You lifted your head, looking him in the eye with a tired smile.

“I’ll let you fuck me,” you held back a laugh at the surprise that morphed over his face, “if you buy me that cup of lemonade I was promised.”

Sam gave you a goofy grin, one that should’ve told you trouble was the only thing he was going to give you.

“I’ll buy you a gallon of the stuff if that’s all it takes.”

“You’re a dog.” You pretended to be annoyed, rolling your eyes. You were used to him at this point, comfortable with him to a point that was strange when you remembered you had just met the man less than an hour ago.

“Woof woof.” He replied, slapping a sloppy kiss on your cheek. It was so casual, like you two did this all the time. You laughed softly pushing off of him just as the sliding door leading to the house slammed open.

“Are you out here, babe?”

Lissa. You could tell it was her, even with the words slurred so close together they were barely coherent. You spun on your heel, smiling at her when she stumbled around the corner.

“There you are!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms up. You held your breath when she wobbled on her heels. “It's so boring here. Time to go.”

everything taglist : @littlesoulshine @sacr1ficialang3l @blossomingorchids @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @mostlymarvelgirl @missus-ackles @tinas111 @ambiguous-avery @jollyhunter

sam winchester taglist : @hobiespick @xoswiftieprincess @whothefvckami

icebreaker tags: @gigiwritess

[losers-clvb]

ICEBREAKER one

pairing: stanford!hockey player!sam winchester x figure skater!female!reader

content: language, slightly ooc sam, smut (semi-public dry humping, dirty talk, semi-public making out)

word count: 3.1k

note: first part, yay, yay!! this was supposed to be a long one-shot fic, but your girl has the 'too much' gene and went all in. so here we are! i hope you like it <33

You didn’t even know why you were at this party. Maybe to numb the stress of school and competition season mixing together, not that you could drink. No, not with the strict regimen your coaches put on the team.

Oh, yeah, coaches, another reason why you shouldn’t be at this party right now. If they caught you here, even if you were simply in the background of a photo, it would be your ass cleaning up the rink after every practice.

God, you couldn’t do this anymore. You needed air. The boom of the music was too loud, the sweat slicking off of your friends’ bodies too sticky.

“Outside!” You shouted to your friend, Lissa, and pointed to the back door of the frat house. She waved you off with a smile, eyes glassing over from the third – no, fifth – cup of… whatever the hell mixture she had concocted in that Solo cup. She was taking full advantage of your status as D.D. for the night.

You rolled your eyes playfully, shuffling through the crowd of twenty-something kids trying to grind on each other. The night air was sharp, soft goosebumps popping up on your bare arms.

Why none of the party goers wanted to be in the calm of the backyard was beyond you, but you were thankful for the quiet. A few questionably clean pieces of patio furniture were out near the almost overgrown grass. You decided the risk of some spider crawling up your leg was worth it and settled into the cushioned seat of a bench.

The crisscrossed green and white of the vines crawling up the pergola's wood-beam walls blocked the visuals of the party and only a stream of muffled music made its way to your ears. You sighed, leaning back and closing your eyes.

The steps of your routine for the first competition flashed behind your eyelids. Spins and flips, especially those that you initially struggled to get down, taunted you, making what was supposed to be a peaceful night very, very stressful.

You hadn't even noticed your mumbling until a voice rang out, cutting through your quiet.

“What the hell is a Biellmann?”

Your eyes shot open, flitting around frantically to find the intruder.

Standing there, with an adorable flop of brown hair, was Sam Winchester. Hockey god, Sam Winchester.

You'd heard of him, seen his face. It was hard to ignore his photographed smile charming you from the walls of the rink every time you went in for practice. You'd never met him, somehow, which made your staring at him very strange, to say the least.

“You good?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at you with that damn crooked grin he shared with his brother.

The memory of the Wicked Winchesters – named aptly because of their tendency to absolutely crush the opposing team just as the pair of them – snapped you out of your trance. You scoffed, irritation bleeding in to cover the embarrassment of the situation.

“Why are you out here?” You mumbled, raising a brow.

The bite you meant to put in your tone must not have come through, or maybe it did and he just didn't care, because his grin grew wider.

“You want a picture?” Sam asked.

Upon seeing your confusion, he let out a little chuckle and plopped down next to you, making the metal feet of the bench scrape against the concrete.

“You know, since you seem so enamored with my facial features.” He watched your face shift back to irritation.

“Big word for a puck-head.” You grumbled with a roll of your eyes. You sipped on your drink, the lukewarm lemonade doing nothing to quell your attraction to Sam's bicep.

“Puck-head? Who says that?” He laughed, clearly not offended. He slung his arm across the back of the bench, the skin of his arm just grazing your neck. You tried not to shiver at the touch.

“I do.” You defended, turning so you were sitting at an angle, giving you a break from physical touch.

He was attractive. And charming. And tall. And his lips had you wondering what they tasted like. But none of that could matter right now, not when you'd taken a vow of celibacy for your competition season.

“You're somethin’ else, darlin’.” Sam mumbled, eyes grazing over your bare thighs.

Thank you Lissa for forcing this mini-dress onto my body, you thought.

“You never answered my question.” You pointed out, crossing your legs so your dress rode up a bit more. He looked up at you, eyes sparkling.

“You never answered mine.” He tilted his head and mimicked a camera taking a picture.

“No. No pictures.” You answered quickly, then added on, in a biting fashion, “darlin’.”

Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“It’s just hotter when you say it like that.” He licked his lips, sipping on his drink.

“Your turn.” You reminded him, ignoring the urge you had to smile. He sighed and looked around, brown eyes finally landing on you.

“There’s no one out here.” He let his eyes rake down your body. “No one but you, it seems.” His eyes found yours again. You pursed your lips in a small pout, one that had Sam’s eyes twinkling with interest.

“So?” You couldn’t help the sass that invaded your words. Wasn’t Sam Winchester supposed to be partying it up with his buddies over at the keg stand?

“So…,” his head rolled to the side slowly while he dragged the word out, “I need quiet. To focus.”

Your faced screwed up in confusion again.

“Focus? For what?” You couldn’t think of one thing in Sam’s life that required focus. Not that you knew much of his life, but you could guess, for the most part, what it consisted of. Wake up, pound some pre workout, and go bash heads with his teammates.

Sam’s expression of “Really?” made you scoff in annoyance, though you didn’t know if that emotion was made stronger by your intense urge to lick over his throat.

“What could possibly be important enough for you to need focus, Samuel?” You went to sip your drink again before noticing the cup was empty. Apparently you were thirstier than you originally thought.

“First of all, it’s Sam,” he corrected with a grin, “but it’s cute that you know my name.”

“It’s not-,” you began, but Sam cut you off.

“To answer your question, I have a game coming up. Though I’m sure you already knew that, seeing how you seem to know all about me.” He raised his eyebrows, on the verge of laughing.

“I don’t know all about you. Just the basics.” You argued, unable to stop the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Right, the basics,” he said it in a mocking tone that had you pouting again, “like my full name and my skills in bed.”

“I don’t know about your skills in bed.” You immediately defended, not realizing you’d fallen right into his trap until the words were already out. You squeezed your eyes shut in a cringe while he replied.

“Wanna find out?” You could hear that utterly charming annoying grin seeping into his words. You could also feel the little flutter in your gut telling you that his words really were having an effect on you, much to your dismay.

“Stupid pickup line.” You grumbled, fighting the urge – yet again – to smile.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Sam laughed, stretching his hands over his head which resulted in his shirt lifting just enough for you to see a peek of his abs and happy trail.

“Needed some work.” You mumbled, eyes still trained on the newly-revealed skin.

“Maybe you could help me out with it, since you’re so knowledgeable.” He tilted his head a bit, catching your attention. You flicked your gaze up without moving your head, locking eyes with him. He smirked, a crooked little thing that simultaneously annoyed and turned you on.

“See something you like?” It was the cockiness that had you rolling your eyes, not the need to drag your attention away from something other than the hunk of man in front of you.

“Why do you need to focus for this game? Isn’t it easy? Puck-in-net, game over?” You asked, trying to change the subject. It seemed to work.

“Oh yeah, real simple stuff. That’s why we get a bigger budget than you guys.” Sam’s comment surprised you. He knew who you were then, just as you had.

“No, you get a bigger budget because the budget office gets a hard-on for guys beating on each other.” You didn’t even notice you relaxing back against the bench, Sam’s arm grazing your hairline again.

“You think a bunch of twirling deserves more money?”

“It’s not just twirling. Do you know how hard it is to land some of those moves? No, because you look out on the ice and see a big playground for caveman punching.” You were being completely unfair and you knew it. That fact didn’t stop the wash of excitement at the chance to fully argue with someone. It’d been a while since you clicked with someone like this, especially someone as hot as Sam.

“You keep insinuating that we’re dumb.” He raised a brow. “Is that what you think?”

That flustered you.

“Well, I…,” you tried to collect yourself, “I’ve heard things. Things that add evidence to my thinking.”

“I’m pre-law.” Sam told you, giving you a short nod to further push his point. “Dean – I assume you know him too, gorgeous – he’s majoring in kinesiology. We’re not dumb.”

You blinked at him, a small frown forming on your face that Sam wanted to kiss off.

“I…,” you attempted to think of another defense. You couldn’t. This was one of the very rare times you were wrong. “You’re right. You’re not dumb.”

Then you remembered the point at hand.

“We don’t just twirl out there.” You huffed, scooting closer. Your knees were touching the denim fabric of his thigh now. “It’s really calculated stuff, Sam.”

“Yeah, I know.” He shrugged, chugging the rest of his drink and setting the cup down on the cement patio. “Just wanted to see how fired up you would get about it.”

You made a small noise of annoyance, though the smile creeping onto your face betrayed it.

“You’re insufferable.” You grinned, fidgeting with the fabric of your dress. Sam’s eyes dragged to the movement like a magnet to metal.

“Big word for a ribbon-head.” Sam mumbled teasingly.

“Ribbon-head?”

“See how ridiculous it sounds.”

You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth to keep from smiling too wide. Your fingers slowly moved, on their own accord, from your dress to his thigh, tracing lazy circles into the fabric.

“It was a bit ridiculous.” You admitted. You felt the pressure of Sam’s arm falling to rest on your shoulders. It wasn’t heavy, at least, not as heavy as you were expecting. Comforting and sexy were better words to describe it.

“I’ll let it slide, alcohol impairs my judgement too.” He nodded at your abandoned cup.

“No alcohol. That was all me, unfortunately.” You glanced at him, narrowing your eyes playfully. “I actually stick to my athletic contract.” You tapped his empty cup with the toe of your shoe.

“Mmm, me too, pretty girl,” you ignored the shiver that crept over you at the pet name, “it’s that shitty powdery stuff Delta Phi calls ‘lemonade.’”

“It was pretty bad, wasn’t it? The cafe down the street from my apartment makes theirs homemade, every morning. That is lemonade.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to share this information with him, but it felt right.

“Maybe you could take me some time, let me buy you a cup of it.” Sam shifted a bit closer to you.

You should have rolled your eyes again, maybe told him that pickup line was worse than the last. Instead, you gave him a slight smile.

“Maybe I could.”

Your eyes locked with his. The leaning of your body closer to him was something you were doing unconsciously, just needing to be closer to him. Sam watched you with interest, tongue darting out to lick across his lips.

“No sex.” You mumbled, leaning in closer. Your heart leapt at his soft chuckle.

“What kind of man do you take me for?” His lips were inches from yours, so close you could smell his breath – a mix of mint and that God-awful lemonade that had you wanting to taste him.

“I mean it. I don’t hook up during comps.” Your hand slid up his chest – pure muscle under your touch – and rested on his shoulder. His hand found your hip, pleasure sparking where his fingers gently gripped you.

“Yeah, I got that, sweetheart.” His words were mumbled onto your lips, skin brushing skin. You figured one more reminder of that would be overkill, especially with your resolve slowly breaking down with every second that passed.

You kissed him, soft and slow, savoring this moment with him. Sam’s grasp on you tightened slightly when a whimper hummed from your throat, motivating you to kiss him deeper. You slowly crawled onto his lap with his assistance.

He nibbled softly on your bottom lip and you granted him access to your mouth, parting your lips just enough to let him in. Your mind was fuzzy from the simple high of being near him, but one thing you could be certain of, that stupid lemonade tasted much better when you were licking it off of his tongue.

With your knees settled on either side of his thighs, you slid your hands up to tangle your fingers in his hair, earning you a hum from him. Your dress rode up with your position, the fabric bunching up where Sam held your hips.

He shifted, settling into a more comfortable position, and that's when you felt it. The seam of the front of his jeans brushed against your clit through your panties. A noise, just a small whimper that you tried to force down, tumbled out, making Sam smirk against your lips.

When you experimentally rolled your hips with another noise, he pulled away, breathing heavy.

“Thought you didn't do hook ups.” He pointed out, even as you rocked down into him again. You let out a shaky breath, fingers tugging at his hair gently.

“It's not sex if our clothes stay on.” You panted. If that logic had worked for your strict-Christian freshman year roommate, then it would work for you as well. A grin cracked across Sam's face.

“I like the way you think.” He said approvingly before diving back into the kiss. You gasped into him when he thrust his hips up into you. Somehow he knew the exact angle that rubbed against you perfectly.

“Fuck.” You groaned, tugging on his hair to get him closer. He tilted his head up, pushing his tongue against yours.

You couldn’t think. The only thing buzzing through your brain at a million miles an hour was SamSamSamSamSam. This was better than alcohol. His taste had you floating, light as a cloud. His touch set you on fire, sparks dashing wherever he made contact.

Maybe you could give in. One last night of sex just to feel more of him. It wasn’t as if the rule was necessarily mandatory. You’d just lived by it since hearing it boasted about by your team’s former captain – the girl you’d replaced when she moved on to the national team.

No. Fuck, you didn’t want to be one of those girls that only needed a bright smile to make them forget their standards. You were better than that, more disciplined. You couldn’t throw everything away for one night of bliss.

You’d let Sam take you out on a date before you spread your legs for him.

You moaned against his shoulder at the idea, your mouth falling open against the cotton of his hoodie. He kept a grip on your hip, but his other hand splayed across your back, gently holding you close.

“Are you going to come, pretty girl?” Sam’s voice was smooth and confident, like he knew he had control over the situation despite you being on top.

“Yes,” you breathed out, airy and desperate. Your hips kept rocking, faltering a bit the closer you got to release. Sam picked up the slack, thrusting up into you steadily.

“Do it,” he growled, hand flexing against you. “Come for me.”

You weren’t looking for permission, yet the moment he gave it, you felt yourself unravel. You bit down on his hoodie, trying to keep yourself from being too loud as you came, a low, long moan that morphed into a whine dragging from your throat.

Sam grunted, pulling you closer.

Ecstasy washed over you, numb pleasure rinsing away any stress you had ever felt. You slumped against him, letting yourself just be limp for a few moments. It was quiet again, the best kind. Heavy breathing, hitching when either one of your bodies shifted, filled the space.

“Didn’t know you could get prettier,” Sam mumbled, cradling you close to him, “but, holy shit, you’re drop-dead gorgeous when you come.”

You lifted your head, looking him in the eye with a tired smile.

“I’ll let you fuck me,” you held back a laugh at the surprise that morphed over his face, “if you buy me that cup of lemonade I was promised.”

Sam gave you a goofy grin, one that should’ve told you trouble was the only thing he was going to give you.

“I’ll buy you a gallon of the stuff if that’s all it takes.”

“You’re a dog.” You pretended to be annoyed, rolling your eyes. You were used to him at this point, comfortable with him to a point that was strange when you remembered you had just met the man less than an hour ago.

“Woof woof.” He replied, slapping a sloppy kiss on your cheek. It was so casual, like you two did this all the time. You laughed softly pushing off of him just as the sliding door leading to the house slammed open.

“Are you out here, babe?”

Lissa. You could tell it was her, even with the words slurred so close together they were barely coherent. You spun on your heel, smiling at her when she stumbled around the corner.

“There you are!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms up. You held your breath when she wobbled on her heels. “It's so boring here. Time to go.”

everything taglist : @littlesoulshine @sacr1ficialang3l @blossomingorchids @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @mostlymarvelgirl @missus-ackles @tinas111 @ambiguous-avery @jollyhunter

sam winchester taglist : @hobiespick @xoswiftieprincess @whothefvckami

icebreaker tags: @gigiwritess

[losers-clvb]

'bout to drop a band (i made an eye appointment for glasses AND contacts with no insurance)

[losers-clvb]

i have found my platonic soulmate in the form of a book character

[losers-clvb]

[losers-clvb]

AHH, ME TOO!! i've been a fan since ss also 🥲🥲 he's been one of the only constants in my life, lol. I LOVE THAT YOU BROUGHT THIS TO MY ATTENTION!! honestly, i don't listen to found heaven as much as the other albums, but it's still amazing. i can't wait to share my thoughts on the sammy-ness of found heaven the song.

this song is so happy. our conan is happy now (watch, that's the only happy song on the album). i sing it with my entire chest despite never having actually been in a relationship, lmao. i hope he makes more lovey songs because i love love and i love him.

ahh, see my friend and i are just gonna make a little trip out of it all. our other friend lives out near the venue, so i'm sure we'll see her too while we're out!! hopefully he adds more dates and it's in your city!!

ahh, that was your first concert? that's such a great one for the first. my first technically was a dan and shay concert, but that was for my sisters. the first concert that was for MY music was hozier!! i will say, i went to four concerts last year and i think conan's was my favorite. it was so nice and inviting there, i had so much fun! and we were relatively close to the stage, so that was nice!!

oh, trust me, i will be in your messages one day. that is a promise, though with my unhinged behavior, it may also be a threat, depending on how you take it.

zoe my love i had a thought and i wanted to ask you this as a fellow conehead

how do we feel about found heaven (the song) as probably the sam winchester song off of that album?

also how do we feel about the new conan drop bc im going insane about it since his tour isn't coming to my city T-T and im hoping that he adds more dates in the future 😭😭

AHH, MY DAISY!! yay, i needed someone to yap to about conan.

okay, for one, "found heaven" the song? that's literally sam, what the hell. perfectly describing him in every way. i will do an entire song analysis on this, omg. it's coming and it's all your fault, daisy.

two, I CAN'T WAIT!! ugh, i love conan. i used to bring my dogs for walks while listening to him. it was perfect. the sun would be setting, it would be a nice summer evening, and conan would be singing in my ear. i was a little fearful that i wouldn't like it (because that's how i am with every new thing that comes my way), but damn, "this song" had me SO hyped for it.

HE'S NOT COMING TO YOUR CITY?! aww, i'm sorry. i mean, i'll be driving three hours to get to his show in my state (michigan), but it's worth it. hopefully he will add more! have you seen him live before? i have 🤭🤭 for "found heaven". it was so fun and it actually got my friend into his music, so double win right there.

i love you, daisy. thank you for letting me yap about conan.

[losers-clvb]

omg, now there's two posers after my man 🙄🙄🙄

sam winchesters mine but i would happily share him with you guys

[losers-clvb]

zoe my love i had a thought and i wanted to ask you this as a fellow conehead

how do we feel about found heaven (the song) as probably the sam winchester song off of that album?

also how do we feel about the new conan drop bc im going insane about it since his tour isn't coming to my city T-T and im hoping that he adds more dates in the future 😭😭

AHH, MY DAISY!! yay, i needed someone to yap to about conan.

okay, for one, "found heaven" the song? that's literally sam, what the hell. perfectly describing him in every way. i will do an entire song analysis on this, omg. it's coming and it's all your fault, daisy.

two, I CAN'T WAIT!! ugh, i love conan. i used to bring my dogs for walks while listening to him. it was perfect. the sun would be setting, it would be a nice summer evening, and conan would be singing in my ear. i was a little fearful that i wouldn't like it (because that's how i am with every new thing that comes my way), but damn, "this song" had me SO hyped for it.

HE'S NOT COMING TO YOUR CITY?! aww, i'm sorry. i mean, i'll be driving three hours to get to his show in my state (michigan), but it's worth it. hopefully he will add more! have you seen him live before? i have 🤭🤭 for "found heaven". it was so fun and it actually got my friend into his music, so double win right there.

i love you, daisy. thank you for letting me yap about conan.

[losers-clvb]

bet.

sam winchesters mine but i would happily share him with you guys

[losers-clvb]

this is so fucked up, dude. that's literally my man right there.

sam winchesters mine but i would happily share him with you guys

[losers-clvb]

hey, wrong, because he's actually mine

sam winchesters mine but i would happily share him with you guys

[losers-clvb]

conan gray is a fucking snake for releasing "this song" while i'm single

[losers-clvb]

happy swiftie independence day to everyone

[losers-clvb]

okay but hear me out… you’re my human n i love you. okay byeeeeeeeee

um... hey, but hear ME out: you're MY human and i love you more. i will be taking no arguments against this, thanks.

[losers-clvb]

random mom lore drop on this lovely saturday morning: apparently, she dated a hockey player once

[losers-clvb]

NEW THEME!!!!!! I am in love

AHH, THANK YOU, CLAIRE!! i loved the old one, but i need a change for summer!!