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nanaminsmoon · 11 months

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𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

a/n: i don't know how i feel about this yet but i hope it's okay lol. but i do know that i need this man real bad. and i picked this song bc it just kinda reminds me of this:)) also, i'm british but i always imagine the characters i write to have american accents so that's how i write them:))

cw: throat fucking, breeding, connie calls reader 'ma', 'hermosa', and 'baby', oral (f + m receiving), connie nuts on reader, n word usage, connie speaks spanish 2x; 'lo sé, hermosa, lo sé' (i know, beautiful, i know); 'quieres un hijo, ma?' (you want a kid, ma?)

wc: 2286

you always knew connie was a problem. from the day your ex introduced you to him, and his eyes’ journey across your body was one that should not be taken by a guy your man called his ‘best friend’. connie’s treatment towards you had never held any resemblance to that of a friend. it was almost as if he had no desire to hide his want for you. shown by the way he spent the rest of that evening, at eren’s house, eye-fucking you. his eyes probing you; brushing across your entire body, making the hairs on your skin rise at his command.

after that night, his eyes would return to you; attaching themselves to any moving flesh, as you shook ass when you guys all went out together. but, once again, you brushed him off. and you could've sworn you whined on him one time but the dim lighting in the club meant that you could never confirm. it was never to the extent where he made you particularly uncomfortable, you just needed to know what the nigga’s problem was. so you asked your, now ex, boyfriend ony about it. but he had accused you of blowing it all out of proportion.

“just because the nigga looked at you, you think he wants you?”, he had scoffed, shaking his head at you.

“it’s not about him looking, ony, it’s how he looked.”, you defended, and ony had rolled his eyes and carried on with whatever he was doing. that marked the first of many arguments you two had about connie.

the turning point came when you and ony broke up, and the first person to text you as soon as it happened was…connie. it was as if he had been waiting for this very moment since he met you. and he had. but, unlike his prolonged affections for you, the message he sent you was short.

”you good?”, you looked at your screen through teary eyes, and saw that he was facetiming you. so you, hesitantly, answered and you were met with a sentimental connie, throwing condolences your way. ensuring you that you would be fine, and telling you praises like; ‘you were too good for him anyways’ and ‘i would never treat a girl as beautiful and smart as you like that. i don’t know what he was thinking’. and, as sweet as his words were, you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his words that denounced his friend, aimed at the ears of his ex-girlfriend. but their comfort outweighed all the suspicions, so those calls became more regular. and, perhaps, that's how you got to where you are now; head upside down over the edge of his bed, with his dick fucking in and out of your throat.

“why you ain’t leave him sooner, y/n? i know he ain't ever fucked you like this”, your head tried to shake a response to him and he just laughed down at you, thinking you were absolutely adorable. even with all that spit spilling out the corners of your mouth, and your mascara running all over your face.

he had invited you over to just “chill”, but you knew better and went in a matching bra and thong—you didn’t know if it was just post-breakup loneliness, or wishful thinking because you had been feeling him for timeee. but it was a gesture he had laughed at once he took your clothes off.

“you want this dick just as bad as it wants you, huh?”, he had laughed, earning an abashed giggle from yourself. how he ended up fucking your throat, you didn't know. but you had weakened this man’s knees considerably, and now both of his hands were placed on your knees. the sight of your dainty hands toying with your clit as he used your throat as a cock sleeve made his dick pulsate in your throat. so he pulled out of you, slowly, groaning before he had two seconds to position his dick and nut all over your chest and stomach.

you no longer had loyalties to ony, so you could freely admit that connie was eating you out in a way ony never had. the pleasure he was giving you travelled through every cell in your body, even reaching your fingertips as one of your hands tried to grab at whatever parts of his bleached buzz cut it could. the other busy cramping due to how hard you were grabbing at the duvet underneath you. both of your legs rested over his shoulders as his tongue politely abused your heat. you thought you felt something in his mouth when you two kissed earlier, but the adrenaline coursing through your body had dulled your senses. but, now he had you spread open on his bed, you could feel the small ball of metal greeting your clit as he sucked it into his mouth; the combination of the cold jewellery and the warmth of his tongue making your back lift off the bed. you were so close to your end, and that gap was finally closed when the little ball started vibrating. connie’s lower face was drenched, your wetness running down his chin and neck.

not a drop of it was wasted as he wiped it on his hand and licked it all off, his eyes glued to your face the entire time. having not fully come down from your high, connie’s next movements were a blur to you. all you remembered was him pulling something out of his draw, then your legs were in his arms, your thighs meeting his hips as connie fucked into you like he would get evicted from his house if he didn't. his trimmed fingernails were digging into the flesh surrounding your thighs and his eyebrows met to furrow in the middle of his face. he no longer cared about loyalties, not with how tight you were. he would do this now, and deal with the consequences later. because how could he let his best friend get in between him and the finest girl he'd ever met?

this man fucked you mercilessly, it was as if he had a point to prove. and he did—he wanted you to know that it's him you should've been with in the first place. he would’ve been so much better to you than his friend had been. and if you couldn’t see it, you’d feel it. the tip of his dick was damn near touching your lungs, knocking out any air you had stored in them. your eyes hadn’t focused since you entered those four walls, and connie’s were clouded by you. and that cloud finally rained down when you came around him,

“c-connieee—fuck—s-so good—fuckfuckfuck”, were your final words before your second nut of the night—arousal flooding the fabric underneath you, as well as connie's lower abdomen. seeing you coat him again, and wet the places that dried after the first one, made connie’s dick throb. but he wanted you to nut again before he got his own end.

so he picked you up, and laid you on your stomach, lifting your ass up, and giving it a quick slap. the sensitivity still resounding in all your limbs exacerbated the feeling of his palm, and long fingers, meeting your soft flesh. before he spaced your legs apart, his right one knelt between them, and his left propped up beside you. in seconds he was pounding into you again. your hands were grabbing at pillows, sheets, anything to find a small grip on reality. because this man was trying to fuck you into madness. his brain had stopped working the moment your lips attached to his, and its small whisper of reason evaporated and was replaced by his dick’s harsh clamours to fuck you until he couldn’t anymore.

clamours became careless whispers telling him to nut in you, and get you pregnant so you could be his forever. something he had joked about it in your facetimes, telling you,

”i have half a mind to make you the mother of my kids. then i could take care of you forever”, your view was of him cooking shirtless, with nothing but pyjama bottoms on. and you knew there was nothing under them because of the way they sat on his hips—his v-line fully exposed. but your response had been a laugh and an eyeroll,

“shut up, bro. i’m not trynna be anyone’s baby mum”, you scoffed.

”i never said baby mum. i said mother of my kids. there’s a difference”, he had reassured, earning another eyeroll from you. that conversation replayed over, and over, again in his head. and he tried to disperse those thoughts by maintaining a firm hold on your hips, pulling you onto him as he fucked you like his life depended on it.

he was hitting you with those slow strokes that hit the right spot every single time, and it had you whining and slapping the pillows above your head,

“don't tap out on me, ma, c’mon. stay wit’ me”, and you tried, but the pleasure he was making you feel was enough to drive a grown woman to insanity.

“i'm trying con-n, but it's—nnggh—too fucking good. fuck”, he revelled in knowing he was being this good to you, even if it meant dire things for his friendship. he had always wanted to see what this pussy was like, and now he knew, he'd be back again next week. same time, same place, the only changing being the positions he bends you into.

”lo sé, hermosa, lo sé”, he smirked onto your skin as he kissed it; his plump lips starting at your shoulders, making their way down the valley in the middle of your back. his hands would travel the width of your back, before one of them wrapped around your throat to pull you up to him—your back flush against his tatted chest. his body weight rested on his heels as he fucked up into you; one hand still gently squeezing your throat, and the other gripping onto your tit like it’d fall off if he let go of it. he didn’t know what he was saying anymore, all he needed was to make you his.

”quieres un hijo, ma?”, he voiced, and you blindly just nodded, until he spoke again, ”yeah, you do? want me to put a kid in ya?”, you didn’t know if he was playing or not, but you didn’t need the mess that would come with having a kid with your ex’s best-friend. even though you were trying to collect your thoughts, your surprise caused you to tighten around him. and that just made connie go even harder.

”n-no, connie, n-no. whattabout ony-y?”, you mewled out and he scoffed at you, his grip on your throat slightly harsher.

”the fuck he gonna say? huh?”, that last ’huh’ came out through gritted pearly whites, ”how’s he gonna claim you if you got my kid in ya? huh? he ain’t gonna do shit, ma, don’t stress”, he cooed before peppering small kisses all over you.

”b-but”, you wanted to tell this man that he’d lost his damn mind, but your eyes were too busy flickering into their sockets as more whines left your mouth.

”no buts, baby, i’ll take care of you”, his mouth left open-mouthed kisses all over your neck and, with the way he was making you feel, you just nodded in agreement.

the words, ”good girl”, were the golden keys that opened the flood gates, and you came around him. that nut took all the strength from your body, and you would’ve fallen onto the bed if he hadn’t been holding you up. even still, the merciless pace which he fucked up into you with, did not falter. and you came again, crooning his name in overstimulation.

”c-conniee, fff-fuck”, your voice cracked out. he just smirked at your cute demeanour and resumed kissing your shoulders. before his groans fell deeper, and his fingertips dug deeper into your skin. his arms held you still and he came inside you—his release stealing his strength, meaning he gently dropped you onto the bed, collapsing beside you after doing so.

”you didn’t nut in me.”, you spoke quietly, and you thought the duvet had muffled you but the low chuckles rumbling from behind you told you otherwise.

”i had a condom on. you ain’t see me take it out?”, he walked off the bed, ”or did you really think i was gonna put a baby in you?”, he smirked, taking the thin layer of latex off him. his face winced at the sensitivity.

”nah.”, you spoke sheepishly, shaking your head against the duvet. he got off the bed, and made his way to the side you were laying on. once he made it to you, he grabbed you by your chin—making you sit on your legs as your body wavered. then his tatted hand was on your jaw,

”’f you want that baby, just ask and i’ll give it to ya”, his voice was quiet and the corners of his lips rose, as his eyes remained on yours. and once he saw your head make a small nod, his smile grew even bigger.

”bet.”

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moonyswritinq · 1 month

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charles x american!reader? inspo from the song so american by olivia rodrigo? like him just making fun of an american accent lol

so american — charles rowland x gn reader

❝ SO AMERICAN ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Headcanons/oneshot for Charles with an American reader, based on Olivia Rodrigo’s song ‘So American’.

PAIRING ➢ charles rowland x american gender neutral reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ pining, banter, implicit sex, ish-canon timeline, no use of y/n

WORD COUNT ➢3.3 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I didn’t know if you wanted a one shot or headcanons, but I felt like this would best fit as a mix of the two. I sort of got carried away. thank you for the request and hope you enjoy!

And if you do enjoy, I URGE you to like, reblog AND comment!!! It's so important to me as a writer.

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Drivin' on the right-side road He says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes And he's got hands that make Hell seem cold Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem I wish I wrote I wish I wrote

Charles had a habit of taking everything lightly and making jokes to play off serious situations, something that could bother you at times.

The first time you met, for instance, was one of those times.

You were driving down the road of your little town and had to slam the brakes as to not run over the incredibly handsome, but incredibly stupid, boy that had just tried to cross the road.

You had honked at him and he looked up in surprise before immediately being pulled back by the hands of a red-headed girl. He broke out in a grin as you drove off with a scoff, internally cursing him.

The next time you saw him was only later that same day, surprisingly at your family friend’s, and the local butcher’s, shop.

You had walked in an immediately let out a sigh of annoyance, one of which he heard and turned around with that same grin plastered on his face.

“Well, if it isn’t the boy with a death wish,” you muttered, ignoring him and his friends to go up to the counter. Unluckily for you, Jenny was not there.

The boy scratched his neck bashfully. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Forgot you lot drive on the right side of the road, which is technically the wrong side of the road. Just wasn’t looking.”

An eyebrow raised in his direction. English.

He stepped forward with a hand outstretched. “The name’s Charles. Pleased to meet you.”

You took it as a shiver ran up your spine, weirdly so cold to the touch he felt warm. It was the first time you managed to get a proper look at him, admiring his stylish clothes and sharp features. And his eyes were as warm as his hand was, deep swirling pools of darkness that seemed to emit nothing but light. You smiled back, introducing yourself.

“Pleasure. And this is Edwin, Crystal, and Niko,” he introduced his friends behind him, who all gave you a smile except for the uptight-looking Edwin.

“Well, I’ll let you guys get back to it,” you said, turning back to the counter as Jenny came out. You handed her the keys to the car with a wink. “Thanks for letting me borrow your car, Jenny. Told you I would return it without a scratch.”

She raised a doubtful eyebrow. “That is left to be seen, kiddo.”

You were about to turn around just when you caught the end of the other teenagers’ conversation. “Did you guys just say ‘Point No Point?” you asked and swivelled around to face them.

Niko nodded enthusiastically, briefly glancing at the boys. “Yeah, we’re going there for a—um, to meet someone there.”

“That’ll take ages without a car,” you remarked.

Crystal sighed. “Well, I can’t drive. How are we gonna get there?”

Your lips lifted into the beginning of a smirk as you turned back to Jenny. She heaved a deep sigh and threw back the keys into your hands.

Your smile broke out as you thanked her and motioned for the others to follow you. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride.”

Charles insisted on sitting in the front seat beside you, his feet up on the dashboard, tapping his finger along to the music in the car. You thought it was oddly charming.

You had asked what their whole deal was and Niko had inevitably revealed that they were the Dead Boy Detectives and that Charles was, in fact, dead. Upon hearing it, you almost slammed the breaks again in pure shock but managed to keep driving as if nothing.

And he laughs at all my jokes And he says I'm so American

It also started raining on your way there, making you groan in frustration as you remarked that “all this water is going to get Jenny’s car so muddy.”

“‘Wa-der,’” he had chuckled under his breath.

In an instant, you had turned to him with a harsh glare. “What?”

“Nothing,” came his amused reply. “You’re just so American.”

It wasn’t nothing, though. It was the first of many remarks against your American accent.

You had arrived at the lighthouse and very warily gotten out of the car. Somehow you had gotten roped up in their case and was now there to help them out through the end.

Charles had noticed your shivering in the cold rain and offered you his jacket which, despite ghost physics, was quite heavy and warm. You supposed ghosts couldn’t really get wet by normal rain, as both Edwin and Charles seemed unbothered by it.

You had tried to argue against taking it, claiming that you wouldn’t want to ‘strip him of any of his Britishness’, to which he had only scoffed and heaved the thing onto you while saying, “so American of you to assume my Britishness can be stripped away merely by my coat.”

Charles had then given you an appraising look and, while the others were distracted by the ghosts on the pier, bent down slightly to say, “You look pretty wearing my clothes.”

Your cheeks had warmed immediately and you’d turned away to not give it away, earning a chuckle. It made you smile though.

He learnt quickly that complimenting you would earn him a blush and a soft nudge against his ribcage, which made him do it even more.

That was also when he liked pointing out your accent. It started as a small observation, but eventually evolved into insults and bits.

He did it every chance he got; saying ‘lit-er-ally’ with an over-exaggerated vocal fry; ‘aloominum’; ‘hey, y’all’; and, his absolute favourite of them all, ‘i’m walkin here!’. Half of them made you laugh incessantly and the other half made you drag a hand over your face in frustration.

The worst was when he would parrot you personally, making you half wondering if you should be ashamed of your accent. When you had asked him about it, though, he had been quick to assure you that he loved your accent.

And that was when you started doing it back to him.

It became a game for the two of you, often just imitating each other’s accents.

“Are you ‘schewpid’?” you asked, turning to him.

He chuckled dryly, cocking his head in your direction. “Yeah, yeah, while you’re throwing insults at me I am just going to go grab a ‘kawfee’.”

You scoffed. “You’re a ghost, Charles. You can’t have coffee.”

“I can, but it just tastes disgusting.”

“Okay, well, while you’re at it, ‘kan I please ‘ave a cupa wa’a’?” you said, meeting his defiant gaze before he burst out in laughter. It made your insides warm knowing you were the cause of that laugh.

“Would you two please stop it?” came Crystal’s irritated reply. Edwin only rolled his eyes at your antics but you knew he agreed with Crystal’s discontent. You caught Charles’ gaze and broke out in a smile.

“I don’t know,” said Niko, fiddling with her fingers, “I think it’s cute when they do that.”

And just like that, you both fell silent and turned away from each other.

Oh, God, it's just not fair of him To make me feel this much I'd go anywhere he goes

You knew you liked him, a lot. But you hadn’t dared admit anything to him or anyone else and tried your best to hide it—not that you were doing a very good job.

The only thing that knew what you felt were the thrown-away poems you had written on a whim, his beaming face starkly imprinted in your mind.

You didn’t think it was fair for him to make you feel that much, enough to actually write poems about him. God, you were whipped (Charles would have definitely made fun of your using that word if he heard it).

You came with the Dead Boy Detectives on all their cases, now an honorary member in their Detective Agency. You enjoyed a lot of detective stories, like Sherlock Holmes and so seemingly had absorbed some of it, because you were quite good at figuring out clues.

It was all practically worth it to see Charles' smile directed at you after you had discovered something.

God, I'm so boring, and I'm so rude Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you The way you dress, and the books you read

And despite it all, you didn’t feel quite enough for him. He was a charismatic and vibrant person, while you thought of yourself as quite rude and boring.

Sometimes you wondered if you were too harsh in your remarks at Charles’ britishness, but then remembered his always-present smile that met your gaze and your worries fell away.

Nothing had happened up until that point, but it became increasingly more difficult denying anything being between you two.

Even Edwin started catching on and asking if something was between you two, which lead to some very awkward silences where Charles would drag Edwin away with an apologetic smile thrown your way.

Until finally it got too difficult to deny.

Niko would ask you something about a case and somehow you would end up talking about Charles’ smile, his eyes, the way he dressed and what he was interested in. She finally got so sick of it and decided to just call you out on it.

“You like Charles.”

You opened your mouth to protest but she put a finger against your lips, causing you to be too stunned to speak.

“And don’t say that you don’t, because it’s obvious,” she said, removing her finger.

“It’s not that obvious, is it?” you asked. You refused to meet her gaze and instead tried to look anywhere but her.

“Yes, it is.” She sighed, bringing her hands up to clasp your shoulders. “We all know it. Even Charles. But he won’t admit it either, so please go talk to him before we all die.”

You rolled your eyes, but felt a small smile start to form on your lips. “OK, just a little dramatic there?”

Niko shook her head with a serious expression on her face. “No. Now go find him.”

She had shooed you away after that, making sure that both Edwin and Crystal were distracted enough so that you could slip out to talk to Charles privately.

You found him in the other room, rooting through his backpack to find something ridiculously large, no wonder.

And he says I'm so American Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him If he keeps this shit up I might just be in lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-, lo-lo-lo-lo-love

He seemed to have heard your footsteps as you were coming in because he tilted his head in your directing, flashing his trademark smile.

The sight of it made you swoon and you had to take a deep breath in order to collect your thoughts. When he finally asked what was up, your words came out jumbled and very much not like you had planned them to come out.

“Hey, hey,” he said, taking ahold of your shoulders and meeting your nervous gaze with his steady one. “Take a deep breath. C’mon, breathe with me.”

You did as he said, breathing with him, trying and failing to ignore the shivers that spread along with his touch. When you had collected yourself, he smiled and let go, much to your disappointment.

“That’s it. Now, what’s on your mind?” he asked.

You strode past him, opting to face the window instead of seeing his face. It only made it harder to get out any coherent sentences. “Why’d you think anything was on my mind?”

“Well,” remarked Charles, strolling after you, “it’s not everyday you storm in here as if the world is ending and then end up babbling like a stroke patient.”

You stared at him in horror before rolling your eyes. “Stop being so British, Charles.”

“Sorry, no can do, love.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you muttered to yourself.

“What?” he asked immediately, striding right in front of you so he could look you in the eyes.

“Look,” you started, refusing to meet his eye and instead looking anywhere else. Although, you could feel his gaze burning into your skull. “I might have developed some… feelings for you.”

Charles’ eyes widened at your words and you tried to turn again but he grabbed your shoulder to hold you in place. You sighed and finally met his gaze. His eyes were the same mysterious pools of darkness that you were used to, but you might have fooled yourself to imagine something else in them—something hopeful.

You decided to continue your confession because you were far past the point of redemption and might as well get it all out in one go.

“And the problem is, Charles, that however hard I try not to, I keep developing feelings for you. Even your annoying habits and antics cause me to fall for you. And, I swear to God, that if you keep this shit up I’m going to be properly gone for you.”

You waited a breath for his reaction, but when nothing came you were forced to ask him again. “Charles?”

“Uh, yeah,” he stammered out, his voice suddenly dry and cracked. “Sorry, I—uh, I was not prepared for that.”

You shrugged. “That’s alright. We’ll just go back to being friends. Nothing needs to change.”

He shook his head violently. “That’s absolutely not OK.”

You had but a moment to be surprised before he went in for the best kiss you had had yet in your short life. He held you like he had never touched anything before in his life and kissed you like he was a dying man and you were the cure. You weren't sure how much of it he could feel, but the psychological effect was immediate and mind blowing.

He may be dead but he had never felt more alive than in that moment.

I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me When he's with me

Your relationship escalated quickly after that first kiss. You didn’t define it as anything, but it made you happier just knowing he was there by your side—and you could all him yours.

And you wasted no time in physically progressing your relationship—AKA you did not get much sleeping done.

It was a different kind of vulnerable, allowing yourself to give your soul and body to Charles, and him trusting you with himself.

Because of his being a ghost, it felt like so much more an emotional and psychological experience which only made you appreaciate it, and him, more.

By the looks of it, he enjoyed it as well—more than enjoyed it. He couldn’t stop smiling at you afterwards, while he laid on the bed beside you and gazed at you with half-dazed eyes.

Charles let himself curl around you, embracing you. You weren’t sure if ghosts could get tired, but nonetheless he whispered out a, “I’m knackered.”

You had nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “You’re so British.”

He kissed your forehead softly, and you felt it more than you had ever felt him before. “And you’re so American.”

You only chuckled and let yourself drift off to sleep in his arms holding you close.

You never wanted to get out of bed or leave him, and he utilised that fact to his every advantage.

He did everything he could to keep you in bed with him, even though he probably didn’t sleep much, just wanting to hold you close.

It wasn’t fair how easy he made your heart melt.

I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon But if the conversation ever were to come up I don't wanna assume this stuff But ain't it love? I think I'm in love

It didn’t take long for you to know that it wasn’t merely affection you felt for Charles, but something much deeper.

You didn’t want to presume Charles felt anything close to what you felt, though.

So you continued acting like whatever the two of you were—kissing and hooking up—not quite a couple but not quite friends with benefits, but something in between that went deep between you two.

Without any real definition for what you two were, it frightened you out of saying anything to him.

So you kept going with the featherlight kisses, the quiet giggles after one of you said a joke and were trying to cover it up as to not disturb the rest of the group, and the endless nights where you could be in his arms and have not a care in the world.

But it was on your mind, constantly.

Oh, how you just wished to say those three words to him, to just have it out in the open. So he could have you with the truth staring into his face and do with you what he pleased.

You wanted to splay yourself open for him, vulnerable and unafraid, show him yourself and let him love you back with the same ferocity with which you loved.

And finally, it became too much.

He was on his way out for one of the cases, one of which you chose not to go with them to. He had just collected all his belongings in that backpack of his and went in for a goodbye kiss.

“Be careful,” you whispered between parted lips, leaving the ghost of your words on his mouth. He smiled through it and pulled away.

“Always am,” came his cheeky reply, winking at you before turning to the door. “Bye.”

“Bye,” you called, and then, without thinking, “Love you.”

It took a mere moment for his brain to register your words before he halted and slowly turned in his step.

“What?”

Your own eyes widened in surprise of yourself and you were quick to come up with a way to play it off as a mistake or a stumble upon your words. But he crossed the distance between you with long strides, dropping his backpack and bringing his hands up to hold your cheeks tenderly.

“What did you just say?” he whispered, eyes shifting back and forth between yours trying to find the truth in your words. Your mouth fell agape, but you couldn’t find the words to tell him again, so close now so that you could feel his short breaths of air on your skin. “Please,” he said again, voice so soft you had to strain to hear him.

“I mean, it might be a little too much, too soon, and I don’t want to assume anything, but..” Your voice trailed off, breaking. Your lips fought to form the words that so desperately wanted to make their way out of you. “But I—I love you, Charles.”

He breathed out huge sigh of relief and captured your lips with his. “I love you too,” he whispered between breaths, barely audible.

Your smile could not be hindered as he kissed you back, fiercely and passionately. He kept pressing kisses on your mouth, on the corner of your lips, trailing to your cheeks, to your neck, down to your shoulders and your chest. All the while he kept repeating those same three words, “I love you,” over and over again, pressing them into your skin. Into your soul, essentially.

Your hands were grasped in his hair, fingers curling around his locks as you felt every touch of his lips that brought forth a shiver down your spine. Not from the coldness, though, but from the feeling of his soul connecting to yours.

He kept pressing featherlight kisses to you with small ‘I love you’s, and you couldn’t fight the laugh that escaped its way through you.

“Okay, stop it” you whispered, pulling his head away to grasp his face in your hands. You met his eyes with a smile and his beaming grin made your insides melt. “I love you so much, Charles.”

He laughed, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I love you too.”

“Now, come on, you got a case to solve.”

Charles let himself be lead away to the others, refusing to let go of your hand. He even pressed kisses to the back of it every chance he got, and you were roped into going to the case with the rest of them, if only not to leave Charles’ side.

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marksbear · 1 year

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Could I ask for 141 with a southern male reader? I’d like to know what the boys would think of a heavy southern drawl (cowboys are all the rage now a days lol)

Wish I could write more, but I don't have much time rn. But I wrote as much as I could and on my blog theres more fics about y'know cowboy/southern reader

141 BOYS X SOUTHERN MALE READER

Price is probably the least bothered by your accent. But he is interested by it. It's not everyday that he hears a southern accent like yours.

He secretly likes the silly nicknames you give him.

Anytime the team has a free day or something you'll take him to see you ride at a rodeo.

He probably knows how to ride a horse so you and him would spend time together riding around valleys and mountains and hike and camp. Like some brokeback mountain type shit.

As you two grow closer one day you'll just plop down your cowboy hat on his head and just walk away like nothing happened. Like your hat would just be a symbol of y'alls friendship when you give it to him.

He's not a messy person, but when it comes to arguing and he hears your accent thickens as you argue with the person, he'll watch from afar only stepping in when it becomes heated.

You teaching him how to use a lasso and how to make a lasso.

He likes to playfully correct your grammar when you say things. "Ain't isn't a word L/n."

He likes to help out on your ranch/farm from time to time.

Likes to call you outlaw.

"It's hotter than a witches cooch ain't it soap?" *Soap stares at you like your were some fucking weirdo.* Your guys first ever conversation.

From that day forward y'all became the most annoying duo inside the whole military.

Steals your cowboy hat and boots all the time.

"Yer got a ol' lady at home or what?" Soap asks in a teasing tone.

Him laughing his ass off if you ever get thrown off a bull/horse.

If you have a ranch and you invite him over he would not help at all with chasing/ hurdling cattle. But he does help you groom the horses and milk the cows.

Him not trying to giggle while you scold him, because your accent is thicker and louder every time you do it.

Likes to poke fun at your accent even though he cannot be talking like at all.

Watching you in awe as you lasso an enemy and tie them up as if they were just some light sheep.

If you like to chew on wheat straw he'll side eye you a couple times as you just mind your business.

At your ranch he'll make a little competition to see who can lift more hay barrels.

Likes to watch you argue because you have a small temper and can be angered easily. So he just likes to see a good southern brawl from you.

He was finally at peace once that he heard a familiar accent from where he was from.

The boy was thrilled to hear an american accent let alone a southern one. He was over the moon.

He probably grew up with people with a southern accent so once he heard yours he knew he had to get you on his side.

He knows how southern people get with their temper and feelings so he tries his hardest for you to not hate him like the others do.

Slowly you two begin to bond.

And once you two become friends y'all begin to hang out. He knows alot about farm animals and etc so he would help out at your farm/ranch. He loves taking care of the crops and all that.

The others on the team call you crazy for trusting him, but with your small temper you shouted at them with your accent coming in full force.

You calling him "City boy." while he calls you "Cowboy."

Him picking up your accent and words.

Since your accent begins to rub off on him he'll start calling you"darling." or "sugar."

Slowly tries to make you betray the team with him. He wouldn't force you, but he'll just go on and on as to why you should side with him.

THE END

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Just a Spark - Eddie Munson x Reader

A Collaboration with my beloved kindred spirit @munson-blurbs🤍

Summary: Eddie takes his sons to watch fireworks at Lover's Lake for the Fourth of July. But when he notices you there with some friends, including some male friends, he can't help but be jealous.

Note: Thank you to my dearest @joejoequinnquinn for loving jealous!eddie as much as I do and for coming up with this lovely idea! I still find it funny that it's a Fourth of July fic and you do not live in the US, lol. I hope you all enjoy and happy 4th of July to my fellow Americans 💙

Warnings: older!eddie, dad!eddie, babysitter!reader, eddie being jealous hehe

Words: 3.9k

[As You Wish masterlist]

It wasn’t often that Hawkins held activities that appealed to the whole town. The haunted houses around Halloween only appealed to the teenagers, the winter wonderlands at Christmas only mattered to young children, and the Thanksgiving Parade was something that everyone swears they got dragged along to against their will. Fourth of July in Hawkins was the one day a year that could be counted on to bring people of all ages out to Lover’s Lake for sunshine in the afternoon and fireworks at night.

Kids would splash and swim together in the shallow area of the lake while their parents watched from picnic blankets spread out not too far away. Teens and college students would come with their friends, the college kids drinking beer out in the open while the teenagers had to hide sips behind a tree or behind a friend’s back.

It was a tradition in the Munson household to grill up some hamburgers and bring them down to eat at the lake while they watched the fireworks. This particular year things seem to be off-track, though. Brittany had left the house early in the afternoon to run a few errands and pick up some charcoal for the grill so that Eddie could cook the hamburgers. After being gone far too long for just saying she was heading to a few stores, the phone rings and Brittany gives Eddie some sob story about how she ran into her sister who’s having a crisis and she needs to stay with her for a while. Eddie just sighed as he hung up, thinking to himself that at least Brittany wasn’t dumb enough to say it had something to do with work when banks are closed because it’s a national holiday. The only problem—because going out with his boys without his wife was certainly not a problem—he ran into now was that he didn’t have time to run out and get charcoal and make the burgers before they were going to leave for the lake.

Improvising, Eddie swings through a Burger King drive-through on the way, making sure the three of them would still keep their tradition intact as much as possible. The boys don’t seem to mind the differences between this year and last, maybe just glad to have a chance to hang out with their dad while they did something as cool as watch fireworks.

Eddie pulls his truck into the already-crowded parking lot and grabs the bag of fast food. As he and the boys get out, people walk by carrying coolers, picnic baskets, and a few types of inner tubes to use in the water. There are tons of people there—which Eddie expected. He takes Luke’s hand into his own and instructs Ryan to grab onto Luke’s other so they don’t lose anyone.

“Eddie!” A familiar voice calls out and has Eddie whipping around to spot its owner. He quickly sees the Sinclairs; Lucas is waving with his left hand to get Eddie’s attention, with Tiffany on his right hip.

Eddie nudges the boys. “Look who’s here!” Their eyes widen when they notice Uncle Lucas—who Eddie swears is his younger son’s namesake and certainly isn’t Luke Skywalker—along with Aunt Max and their baby. They practically pull Eddie across the lot to them.

Clapping Lucas’s hand and pulling him in for a modified bro-hug so he doesn’t crash into Tiffany, Eddie offers his long-time friend a grin. “How have you guys been?” he asks as he gives Max a hug.

“Good. Tired.” Max says with a laugh. “Tiffany slept through the night for about three days before she started teething.”

“Aww, poor thing,” Eddie coos, chuckling when Tiffany proves her mother’s point by grabbing Eddie’s finger and gnawing on it. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t last as long as it seems,” he reassures the new parents.

“We’re just headed out,” Lucas explains, kissing his daughter’s cheek. “It’s this little lady’s bedtime, and we’ve gotta get home before the fireworks start.”

“We have no idea how she’ll react to them, and we’re not about to conduct that experiment in public,” Max chimes in, making Eddie laugh again. “But we’ll see you at Ryan’s birthday party next week!”

The Munsons and Sinclairs part with goodbyes and more hugs before Eddie and the boys head towards the lake.

“I wanna sit near the water!” Luke insists, and Eddie winces at his high-pitched whine.

“Think we might get a better view of the fireworks if we sit up a little higher.” It’s the truth; plus, he won’t have to worry about Luke flinging himself into the cesspool that Hawkins calls a lake.

They find a shady spot right under a tree, and Eddie lays out three beach towels so they won’t have to sit in the dirt. He passes out the parchment-wrapped burgers and little bags of fries and sits back with a sigh. This is what he’d always wanted—family traditions with his boys. If only…

“Has anyone seen my sunscreen?”

Eddie freezes mid-bite, only remembering that he has a burger in his hand when his arm starts to ache from being in one position too long. He chews and swallows as though nothing happened, but his mind is racing.

It can’t be, he thinks. He’s almost certain that this is all in his imagination—God knows he can’t get you out of his head—until he hears someone say your name.

Just one look, Eddie convinces himself. A quick peek so I can see that it’s not actually her; just someone who sounds like her and has the same name…

His stomach flip-flops when he glances over and sees you in a low-cut red tank top and cutoff denim shorts. Oh, shit, it’s her. And she looks really, really good. He takes a deep breath, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts. He wishes he had a six-pack; a cold beer can always calm his jangled nerves. Okay, I can’t let the boys see. Once that happens, she’ll come over here and—

Eddie’s anxious thought is disrupted by the sight of one of the three guys you’re with applying sunscreen to the back of your neck. He’s got long, light brown hair—though not as long or luscious as his own, Eddie notes wryly.

Long Hair spends far too much time massaging the lotion into your skin. Calm down, Buffalo Bill. She doesn’t need that much sun protection.

The only other girl there plucks the lotion bottle from Long Hair’s hands, much to Eddie’s relief, and Eddie turns his attention back to his boys. “You guys ready for the fireworks?” He tries to keep the enthusiasm in his voice. “Sun’s setting, so they’ll be starting soon.”

Ryan nods, chewing on a fry. “I wonder what colors they’ll have,” he muses.

“Well, I wonder what would happen if I sat on a firework!” Luke pipes up with a mouthful of burger. “Like, would I fly into the sky? Or would it blow up in my butt?”

Eddie laughs loudly. “My money’s on the second one, little man.”

Your laughter floats over to Eddie on the breeze blowing off of the lake. He mentally berates himself, thinking of how he should be enjoying this family tradition with his boys and not be wondering if any of those guys you’re with are your boyfriend or if you’re sleeping with any of them or if…

“Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” Eddie looks up at Ryan’s worried face and frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Your lip,” Ryan says, pointing at the bottom half of his father’s face. “You were chewing on it, and it started bleeding.”

“Silly me,” Eddie says with a forced chuckle. He grabs one of the napkins from the Burger King bag and dabs at his lower lip. Luke has shifted to watch a game of volleyball happening on a court that someone set up and it gives Eddie the opportunity to scoot closer between his boys, so his back is to you and your friends. Maybe now he’ll be able to focus.

It works for a while. The three of them finish their burgers and Luke is immediately complaining that he’s still hungry. Eddie tells the five-year-old he has to wait and tries to play a game with them to distract his youngest son from his rumbling tummy before the fireworks start.

“Simon says put your hands on your head. Simon says give your brother a high five,” Eddie instructs as the boys eagerly await the next command. “Simon says stand up. Sit back down. Ah! I didn’t say ‘Simon says!’”

“I win!” Ryan cheers as Luke sprawls out on his beach towel with a groan. The familiar twinkling tune of an ice cream truck approaching has him bolting up, though.

“Ice cream?” Luke stands up and balances on his tippy toes to get a better view at the parking lot. When his suspicions are confirmed, he hops up and down. “Ice cream! Daddy, can we get some? Pleeeeease?”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says as if it’s a hardship for him to indulge his boys when in reality he’d already planned on getting ice cream for them at some point tonight. “Get me some too, okay?”

“Cookies and cream?” Ryan asks, citing his dad’s favorite flavor.

“Atta boy,” Eddie says, handing him a ten-dollar bill. Luke starts to walk away and towards the truck, but Eddie stops him with an, “ah-ah-ah. It’s crowded here. I don’t want you to lose each other so hold your brother’s hand.” When Luke opens his mouth to respond, a frown creasing his forehead and his nose wrinkling up, Eddie halts the whining before it even happens. “Hold your brother’s hand.”

“Fine,” Luke huffs and offers his hand to Ryan in the most limp, unenthusiastic manner possible.

The two walk off and Eddie adjusts his position so he can keep an eye on his sons as they snake their way through the crowd and over to the ice cream truck that already has a line of a few kids in front of it. But from this new angle, Eddie can also see you out of the corner of his eye. A breath rushes out of him as if he’d been holding it since his eyes were last on you. Seeing you makes Eddie calmer and more tense at the same time. As always, your presence brings him comfort and happiness. But you’re with a bunch of guys your own age and the jealousy monster is rearing its ugly head like nobody’s business. Eddie looks down at his lap and his eye catches on his wedding ring, glinting in the fading sun.

“You’re a fucking hypocrite, Munson,” Eddie mumbles to himself.

Unable to not look in your direction—I swear to God she’s got something magnetic about her, he thinks—Eddie sees you gazing out over the lake. You raise your hand above your eyes to shield them from the bright, falling sun and look around the whole area where people have settled in to have fun. Eddie’s just about to look away, not wanting to risk being caught staring at you if you spot him, when he sees one of your guy friends walking over to you. It’s not Long Hair from before. This guy is shorter and as muscly as the other guy was scrawny. Eddie can hear him calling your name, but you must be too caught up in your thoughts to hear him. Muscles reaches out and touches your arm to get your attention. As if seeing him just touching you isn’t bad enough, Eddie watches as you turn around to face Muscles, but the guy still doesn’t take his hand off of you. The tanned, muscular hand is slowly moving down your arm and a knot grows in Eddie’s stomach. If this asshole takes your hand, Eddie feels like he might throw up the burger he’s barely started digesting.

Luckily, you move to walk back towards your group of friends before Muscles’s hand could reach yours. Eddie feels twenty pounds lighter. He turns back to look towards the parking lot and sees his sons approaching, Ryan holding an ice cream in each hand, and Luke holding one and holding onto the back of Ryan’s red t-shirt with the other hand. By the way his youngest son is rolling his eyes as they approach, Eddie realizes it was Ryan’s idea that Luke holds on to him.

Ryan hands Eddie his scoop of cookies and cream, plopping back down to enjoy the mint chip cone he’d bought for himself.

“DAD! OH MY GOD, DAD!!” Luke shouts, and Eddie nearly drops his cone.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Luke points down towards the left. “Look at that doggy! He’s so cute!” Sure enough, a middle-aged couple is walking a golden retriever along the lake. Both boys sit up a bit straighter and watch as the owners toss a tennis ball into the water and the dog eagerly paddles after it.

As Eddie’s heart rate steadies to a normal pace—seriously, he’s going to have to talk with Luke about using his “emergency voice” when it is not an emergency—he finds his gaze drifting back to you. He’s just in time to see Long Hair take the baseball cap from his own head and put it on top of yours. Eddie silently wills you to take it off, chuck it into the lake, set it on fire…but he’s utterly disappointed when you adjust it to your head and wear it proudly.

Would she wear something of mine if I gave it to her? He silently wonders. He’s so engrossed in whatever flirtatious games you’re playing that he barely hears his older son trying to get his attention.

“Daddy, your ice cream is leaking over the cone. Daddy! It’s getting runny and gonna drip! Daddy?”

“And whaddya keep looking that way for? The lake is that way!” Luke chimes in, face covered in cotton candy ice cream.

“Y-Yeah, sorry, guys,” Eddie mumbles, but he keeps his gaze locked on you. A blonde guy wearing a puka shell necklace like he’s on Hawaii Five-0 points to a beach volleyball net that’s just been vacated, and you and your friends follow him.

It’s two versus two; Muscles is serving as a referee for this game. You and Puka Shell are on a team, and Long Hair and the only other girl in your group stand on the other side of the net. You serve, the girl returns it, Puka Shell lobbies it to you, and you spike it back, surprising yourself.

Eddie clenches his fist until he feels the ice cream cone begin to break when your teammate wraps his arms around you in a hug. Jesus H. Christ, whatever happened to high-fives? But he knows that he’d envy any little touch these guys got from you.

He tries to distract himself, asking Ryan if he’s excited for his birthday, but he’s only half-listening.

“What do you want for a gift?” he asks, raising his eyebrows when his sons look at him curiously. “What?”

“I just said I wanted a new Lego set,” Ryan says. He’s not annoyed, just confused. “Are you feeling okay, Daddy?”

“Maybe he has scurvy,” Luke suggests, “like the pirates in that movie we watched.”

“‘M fine,” Eddie reassures them. It takes a second for him to register what Luke’s suggested. “Did you just say I had scurvy?”

There’s no time for Luke to elaborate—not that Eddie necessarily wants him to—before your joyous squeal filters through the air. It seems as though you and Puka Shell won the game, because he’s twirling you around triumphantly.

Does she want him picking her up? Touching her? Eddie’s inner monologue runs wild. Okay, she’s laughing and smiling, so that’s good. She’s fine with it; yeah, so that’s fine. Everything’s fine. We’re all fine here. She’s with her friends, I’m a married man here with my kids, and that’s all there is to it.

The whistle and boom of the first firework lighting the sky is a welcome distraction. Ryan lets out a gasp as he stares in awe of the red shooting through the dark sky. Luke scoots backwards and plops himself in Eddie’s lap. He leans against Eddie’s chest and lays his head back on his shoulder as he becomes engrossed in the spectacle. It’s been a while since Luke’s sat in his lap like this, so it brings a smile to Eddie’s face.

Mixtures of red, white, and blue fireworks crackle through the air, occasionally making shapes other than the usual spherical pattern that shimmies down. Eddie looks over at Ryan, who has a bright grin on his face. The red firework currently popping off leaves a scarlet shadow behind on his older son’s face. Beyond Ryan, Eddie glimpses a view of you watching the fireworks. You’re still with your friends, but you’re sitting a little bit in front of them with your legs crossed and your elbows resting on your knees. There’s a peaceful joy on your face and it makes Eddie’s heart give a few thumps harder than usual. Your friends behind you are talking but you couldn’t seem to care less about what they’re saying. You’re solely focused on the show in the sky. Eddie looks back at his kids and sees them just as mesmerized by the bursting colors. Luke snuggles back against his chest and Eddie is filled with warmth. He wraps his arms loosely around Luke and rests his head against his son’s smaller one as he looks up and joins in watching the celebration.

By the time the fireworks are done, Eddie’s pretty sure his hearing is damaged. Didn’t I used to play in a metal band? Jesus, I’m getting old. Luke springs up from his dad’s lap and Ryan stands up and stretches his arms out over his head, releasing a long yawn.

“How was that?” Eddie asks as he collects the beach towels they had been sitting on.

“So cool!” Luke says, jumping as if to emphasize his point.

“I like the ones that make the fizzy noises as they go out,” Ryan says as he picks up the empty Burger King bag and balls it up in his hands.

“My favorite are the ones that go pheeeeew,” Luke attempts to mimic the whistle, “then BANG!”

“What about you, Daddy?” Ryan asks.

“Hmm,” Eddie hums as he considers the question. “The ones that were shaped like circles. They looked pretty cool. Okay, now come on and take my hands, guys. It’s gonna be like a stampede getting out of here.” Eddie tucks the towels under one arm and offers a hand to each son.

They only make it about five steps before Luke is groaning. “It’s going to take forever to—hey! Look!”

Both Eddie and Ryan turn their heads to look in the direction that Luke is pointing. Eddie’s heart stalls in his chest. Luke’s grinning from ear to ear as he notices you walking with your friends. Ryan gives a gasp of delight when his eyes land on you as well.

“I’m gonna go say hi!” Luke exclaims, and he’s already halfway to you before Eddie can even open his mouth.

“Luke, I—ugh, shit.” Eddie mumbles the last part under his breath as he leads Ryan by the hand over to you and your friends. Luke is already in your arms by the time they get there.

“And then the red one went higher than all the others! And I think it had the loudest boom, too,” Luke is saying. You look up and the brightest smile lights up your face as you see Eddie and Ryan standing there.

“Hey, strangers,” you greet and Ryan dives in for a hug. You chuckle and wrap your arms around him too.

Long Hair is standing to the side, slightly closer to Eddie than he is to you, and the rest of your friends are behind you. He gives a small chuckle at the intensity of the hugs the kids give you before turning to Eddie and saying, “You want a hug, too?”

You jab Long Hair in the ribs with your elbow, but that only makes him chuckle more and wrap an arm around you to pull you back against him. This time, Eddie notices, you don’t have the same enthusiastic grin that you had earlier in the evening. It takes everything in his power not to pry you from his arms.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday, yeah?” you ask the Munson men, desperate to fill the silence.

“Usual time and place,” Eddie says. The words would usually be accompanied by a wink or a smirk, but something about being around these college guys is grating on his nerves and it’s the closest he’s felt to being intimidated since he was a senior in high school—the first time.

“Bye!” both boys call and wave at you before walking away with their dad. You wave in return, but it looks pitiful compared to their enthusiastic ones.

As soon as they’re out of earshot, you pull out of your friend's arm and spin around to face him. “Peter, do you ever shut up?”

“Calm down,” Peter says, exhaling a sound that’s a mixture of a laugh and a scoff. “This guy’s old enough to be your dad.”

Tony smirks and rests a muscled arm on Paul’s shoulder. “Maybe she’s into the whole ‘daddy’ thing.”

The eye roll you give them is involuntary. “You guys are assholes!”

Turning on your flip flop heel, you spin in the other direction and jog a bit until you catch up with Eddie and the boys.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Paul asks.

A soft, gentle hand lands on Eddie’s shoulder and he looks back to see you offering him an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry if my friends were weird…and I’m sorry if I’m making this weirder.”

Eddie’s entire demeanor changes; despite having to watch you flirt with those douchebags—and then being mocked by them—he can’t help but soften towards you. “Nah, Sweetheart, you’re good. Be safe tonight, okay?” Be safe? Seriously, Munson? What are you, her grandpa?

You don’t seem to notice the way he bites his tongue, trying to quell the surge of embarrassment. “I always am,” you say reassuringly. “See you Monday?”

Eddie nods as you turn around to head back to your friends, utterly oblivious to the way your natural beauty outshines the brightest firework tonight. You’re everything he could ever want, but you’re young and gorgeous with a million better prospects than an old married man.

He takes one last look at you before he brings the boys to the car. The passenger seat is empty, and he wears a sad smile when he thinks about you sitting there, excitedly chatting with him and the kids about the evening. Eddie would rest his hand on your thigh while he drives back home, and once Ryan and Luke are sound asleep, you and Eddie could make some fireworks of your own.

Shaking his head, Eddie pulls out from the parking spot and braces himself for the holiday traffic. He grumbles some swear words under his breath, flicking on the radio to the first station that doesn’t have commercials.

“…say I’m not so tough, just because I’m in love with an uptown girl.”

He leans back in his seat and taps out the rhythm on the steering wheel. Funny, he’s never really been a Billy Joel fan, but something about this song reminds him of—

“Dad! Luke’s looking at me!”

“He looked at me first!”

“Both of you close your eyes,” Eddie orders. He can’t see whether or not they listened, but the squabbling stopped, so he’ll consider it a victory.

“Uptown girl, she’s my uptown girl…”

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Heartfirst: A Ted Lasso Story - Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty One: Coming Home

Plot: Loose ends are tied up and big changes come after Richmond’s victory.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: language, mention of parental neglect/abuse, mention of alcohol, one suggestive line

A/N: Well, we have arrived at the end! I definitely intended to be done a long time ago, but life had other plans lol. Thanks to everyone who came along on this ride I had no intention of taking. I hope you enjoyed it!! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GO RICHMOND!!! 💙❤️💛🎄❄️🎅🏻

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In the afterglow of Richmond’s big win, there was a sadness that couldn’t be ignored, and it came in the form of a Boeing 747.

The day of his and Beard’s departure, Ted exited his apartment for the last time. He took a reflective breath and knocked his knuckles against the wood before turning away. As always, his assistant coach was waiting for him nearby.

The two men walked through Richmond for the last time, a few locals wishing them well as they left. When they made it to the curb, they spotted a familiar face.

“What’re you doin’ here?” Ted smiled.

Y/n shrugged from her place on the bench. “I figured you’ve done so many coffee runs at the office,” she held up two cups, “I’d return the favor.”

Ted and Beard moseyed over, Y/n stood and handed them the cups.

“And maybe I wanted to say goodbye,” Y/n smiled, “Just one more time.”

“Well, I won’t say no to that,” Ted replied, waiting for Y/n to retrieve her own cup so the three could toast. When he took a sip, he coughed. “What exactly is this?”

“An Americano,” Y/n answered.

Ted cleared his throat of the strong taste before he paused, realizing the joke. “The three Americanos.”

Y/n smiled, “Bingo.”

“Aw, hell, that’s too good,” Ted said proudly, “I’ll push through.”

Beard touched his chest. “You’ve come so far.”

“Well,” Y/n sighed, “If you guys have to go, I’m making sure it’s on a high note.”

“That’s right,” Ted smiled, “You and Jamie got any plans for the break?”

“Yeah, actually, Nike wants him to do this shoot in Brazil,” Y/n answered, Jamie’d only sprung the news on her last night, “We’ve gotta get down in a few weeks.”

Ted and Beard both let out suggestive ‘oohs’ that gave Y/n a laugh.

“Watch you back, Dave and Posh,” Ted teased, “There’s a new power couple on the pitch.”

As much as she wanted to deny it, there was something in Y/n’s gut that told her Ted wasn’t wrong. Since their kiss after Richmond’s win, Jamie and Y/n had been flooded by requests for interviews. Paparazzi and fan sightings were abundant. Even then, at the buttcrack of morning, Y/n spotted two teen girls whispering and pointing in her direction, no doubt debating if that really was Jamie Tartt’s girlfriend. It was new territory, but they were rising to the occasion. The footballer and the PR girl.

“Just promise us good seats at the wedding,” Ted continued, “Don’t be bumpin’ us just ‘cause Ronaldo and Messi show us.”

“How ‘bout we hug?” Y/n quickly changed the subject. Baby steps was the key to her staying happy with Jamie. “Let’s hug.”

Ted and Beard laughed before they all piled in a group embrace. The three of them had become a team of sorts, being the only Americans, and it was a bond Y/n was sad to see go. The only thing that comforted her was that Ted and Beard meant so much to Richmond, it certainly wouldn’t be the last they saw of one another.

“Alright,” Y/n said when she felt the tears begin to form, “You two get out of here. The plane’s not gonna wait for two dumb Americans.”

Ted laughed, patted Y/n on the back and pulled back to look proudly at her. “You take care, Y/n.”

Y/n’s smile was watery and full of unspoken gratitude, “You too.”

Beard spotted Y/n one more hug, seemingly needing it more than she did. “Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Beard.”

Finally, the three of them separated and Ted and Beard flagged down a coming cab. When they had loaded their luggage, Ted turned back one last time and gave Y/n a wave. She returned it, finally letting the tears fall down her contradicting smile.

Ted had done more for Richmond than anyone ever had. But more importantly, he had changed the people that made the Greyhounds who they were. No one would ever be the same after Ted Lasso’s reign. And that, Y/n concluded as the cab drove off, was a beautiful thing.

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Post-victory, Richmond was still residing in its usual chaos.

When Y/n came into the office, taking care of a few post-season items with Higgins and Rebecca, and saw Beard in the hall, she was surprised but ecstatic. It was good for both of them to have some semblance of home.

Then came the announcement that Roy would be promoted to head coach, with Beard and Nate as the assistants. It seemed only natural for him to take over. Everyone was glad they didn’t have to adjust to someone new. And it was good territory for Roy to step into a leadership role. He was coming into his own in this new stage of life.

KJPR became KBPR as Keeley and Barbara officially went into business with one another. At first, Keeley had worried that Y/n may feel slighted. After all, she had done so much to help when Keeley was still getting her bearings. It ended up being quite the opposite. With Barbara as partner, Y/n could return back to Richmond, something she was thrilled about. The three women continued to work in total harmony.

Rebecca had even made some changes in her life. Under circumstances Y/n and Keeley were promised to hear about eventually, she had run into her mystery Dutchman and the two had started going out. It did everyone good to see Rebecca so happy. She deserved it.

Y/n and Jamie weren’t the only couple having the handle a mess of PR after the match. Colin had unofficially come out after kissing his boyfriend, Michael, on the pitch. Journalists, both honest and sleazy, were hounding the both of them. The day it stopped was the day they got cocky enough to trespass on Colin’s property. They were unaware that his publicist was present, and Y/n took a great deal of joy in coming around the side of the house with the gardening hose and spraying them all away. Needless to say, Colin felt extremely protected with her as his first line of defense.

Jamie and Y/n stayed the same, sickeningly in love with one another and growing more so by the day. Just after Roy was announced as head coach, they were booked to fly out to Brazil. Somehow Roy and Keeley, separately, had roped themselves in to coming as well.

“Our first trip away together,” Jamie lamented as they were packing at Y/n’s apartment, “And the old fart latches on.”

Y/n was across the room, grabbing a stack of t-shirts from her dresser. “That’s a horrible thing to call Keeley.” She laughed as Jamie flashed her a glare, “I can’t wait till you stop acting like you’re mad about this.”

“I am mad about this,” Jamie insisted.

“And the minute we’re all there, you two’ll be inseparable,” Y/n crossed the space to the bed, where Jamie and his suitcase sat, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be lucky if I get two minutes with you.”

Jamie scoffed, even though he knew there was truth to it. He could no longer deny him and Roy hated one another. Instead, he put his energy into rifling through his girlfriend’s suitcase.

“Jamie, I just got that organized,” Y/n whined, “What are you doing?”

“I’m thinning it out,” he answered, throwing item after item out onto the bedspread, “You don’t need half of this.”

Once he was done, Y/n looked into the square, there was very little. “Three bathing suits and underwear?”

“Yeah,” Jamie said deadpan before smirking, “All you need.”

Jamie pressed a kiss behind Y/n’s ear and wandered out of the bedroom. She was left laughing and undoing his handiwork. She was in the middle of repacking her pajamas when her cell phone rang from her nightstand.

“Jamie,” she called out, “Could you grab my phone?”

“Hang on,” Jamie yelled from the living room, “Phone’s ringing.”

Y/n sighed and went to collect her mobile herself. She glanced at the caller ID.

Dad

Time itself seemed to stop and Y/n was immobilized. It had been a month since Manchester when she’d been brave and called her parents. Not a word from either of them. It had been so easy to have courage in her rush of adrenaline, consumed by confidence and prepared to knock any obstacle down to get back to Richmond.

Now…she didn’t know what to do.

The little voice in her head that sounded much like the her in Manchester said to pick up.

Just before the last ring sounded, Y/n swiped across her screen and started the call.

“Hello?”

“Hi, uh…” Y/n’s dad stammered, “Hi, honey.”

“Hi,” she repeated.

“Hi.”

The two fell silent.

“Um…how-how are you?” Y/n was the first to ask.

“Oh, fine. Fine…yeah, we’re uh, we’re okay. How are you?”

Y/n wiped her hand across her jeans, beginning to wander the room like a Roomba. “Uh, I’m good. Decent. I, uh, I’m packing right now.”

“Oh, are you moving?”

“No, no. I’m, uh, I’m going on a trip with some friends and my uh…my boyfriend.”

Her dad didn’t seem to be phased. “Yeah, I heard something about that. I mean, I read it. You’re making headlines over here.”

Y/n stopped, “I am?”

“Well, it’s not front page or anything,” he corrected himself, “But there’s a few. That Tartt fellow seems like a hell of a player.”

“He is,” Y/n smiled, “He’s a great guy.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” her dad finished before another pause hit them. “Listen, I, uh, I wanted to call…well, I wanted to call sooner but…I wasn’t quite sure what to say.”

Disappointment began to settle in Y/n’s gut. It felt like there was some lame excuse coming. “Yeah, well…I didn’t exactly send a Hallmark greeting.”

“No, you didn’t do anything,” her dad quick addended, “I just wasn’t sure how to…how to speak to what you said because…it was so true.”

Suddenly everything became shaky, including her original message. “It was?”

“Of course. It was…painfully true. And I didn’t know what the right thing to say was and then when I felt like I did I was still worried it would be the wrong one and so…”

Another pause.

“Your mom and I, we, uh, we got into therapy,” Y/n’s dad continued.

Now that surprised her. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, there were a lot of reasons. Nothing we did to one another, just…things from before you and Caylee were born. But mostly we, uh…we talked about how we raised you girls and all the areas we…could have done better.”

Y/n stayed silent, shocked into submission.

“And it’s been really helpful…and very….difficult.”

Y/n sighed, slightly annnoyed, feeling like her father was about to make the conversation about himself. “Yeah, well, I’ve heard therapy’s hard.”

“Not in the way you’d think,” her dad continued, “It’s been hard to…come to terms with what me and your mother did to you and Caylee.”

Now this was an entirely different kind of surprise. Y/n sunk onto her bed.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. We…I…I don’t even know where to start, but we’ve…we were a mess. A complete mess and we took it out on you girls.”

“I think…” Y/n drew a breath, “Taking it out on us would have been preferable.”

Her dad drew the same breath. “We ignored you girls. We left you to your own devices. We didn’t…we didn’t bond with you or support you in any way. Not the ways you needed at least. I think we thought if we were keeping a roof over your heads and keeping you alive, we were doing something right, but…that was nothing compared to what we didn’t do for you. What we kept from you.”

On opposite sides of the world, on different continents, separated by a great big ocean, father and daughter both began to shed tears.

“And I’m so sorry, honey,” Y/n’s dad’s voice wavered. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/n’s breath trembled, these were the words she’d longed to hear since she could recognize the problems in her family.

“Your phone call…it woke me and your mom up to a lot of things I think we’d known for years,” he went on, his voice a bit stronger now. “That we had the greatest girls given to us…and we didn’t care for you the way we should have.”

“Nothing you said was untrue, honey. And I’m glad you said it. You needed it and we needed to hear it. We needed to be woken up.”

Y/n sniffled trying to hold in the sobs she wanted to let go.

“And I can’t tell you how proud I am of you,” he audibly smiled through the phone, “Of the woman you’ve grown up to be and the life you’ve built for yourself. I think despite all the odds, you became the best version of yourself you could be.”

Y/n chuckled, a fresh batch of tears falling. “I love it.”

“I’ll bet you do,” her dad laughed, “I watched Richmond’s last game. It was a corker. And then to see you on the field…”

The two laughed in unison.

“That would be how I ended up in the headlines,” Y/n wiped her eyes.

“Mmm, I don’t think love’s a bad way to make headlines.”

Y/n had yet to say anything about loving Jamie, and yet her father already knew. Their moment on the pitch spoke for itself.

“So…you’re the only one that feels guilty?” Y/n finally asked.

“No,” her dad switched gears, “No, she’s actually at a session right now. I think she’s still a little nervous about making a call, but she wants to…she’s just trying to figure out what to say.”

“Tell her just to get really sad and really in love and pick up the phone,” Y/n suggested her method, “It’s easy.”

Her father laughed heartily, a sound Y/n was never really privy to as a child. It was so joyous, so full and round, it made her laugh as well.

“I hope it’s not too late to say it, but…” Y/n’s dad paused, “I really do love you, honey. And I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job of it.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes glazing oer with tears.

“And if you’ll let me and your mom…we’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to make up for all those years we were selfish.”

If she were a more vindictive person, Y/n would clutch the grudge in her palms and reject the offer. She’d tell her dad to go fuck himself and that no amount of time would ever make up for what was lost. But Richmond had softened her edges and rounded her out to be a more forgiving person. She’d learned from Ted and all his little life lessons on kindness he dropped. She’d learned from Rebecca, moving on and becoming the bigger person in the aftermath of her divorce. She’d learned from Jamie, who had done a complete 180 in his life and become one of the best people she knew. If he could forgive her for everything she’d put him through, how could she not pass it on to someone else?

“Yeah,” she answered, “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

Her dad took a quivering breath, full of emotion.

“But mom’s gonna have to do some groveling too,” Y/n joked.

“Oh, she’ll do it,” her dad agreed, “Probably even more than me. But she’ll do it as many times as necessary.”

The two of them stopped again, unsure of where to go from where they were.

“If you’re okay with it, eventually…we’d love to come out and see you. See this great big beautiful life you’ve built for yourself.”

It was an offer/request beyond what Y/n thought she’d ever get from her dad. Beyond what she ever thought possible for their family.

“Or maybe you could come home,” her dad suggested, just in case he’d pushed her forgiveness too far. “For a long weekend or something. Maybe in between games. Caylee came out last week.”

Her sister had failed to mention that piece of information. “She did?”

“Yeah.”

“She didn’t tell me.”

“Well, we kind of had the same talk. I think you and your sister share the same set of balls. She read us the riot act too.”

Caylee had never shied away from.…anything. She was the first of the sisters to put their upbringing behind them, to carve out a new life for themselves. It wasn’t surprising at all that she’d beaten Y/n to the punch of their parents.

“I think she wanted to wait to see how our talk went before she talked to you,” Y/n’s dad added.

“How’d that go?”

“Good,” her dad smiled, “Really well. Horrible, and then really great.”

Y/n smiled, looking down at her lap. “Yeah, I think I’d like both those things. Maybe I could bring you guys to a game.”

“Oh, we’d love that. We’d really love that. Is that American guy still coaching?”

“No, he left a few weeks ago,” Y/n answered.

“Huh, that’s a shame. Maybe I could jump in, give the guys some pointers.”

Y/n chuckled, “Oh, they’d love that.”

“Listen, I don’t wanna push my luck, so I’ll let you get back to packing,” her dad began to close the conversation, “Maybe we can talk more after you get back from your trip.”

He was right, it was a good place to stop. “Yeah, I’d like that. And if Mom calls, I promise I’ll let her grovel.”

“Attagirl,” her dad chuckled, “I love you, honey.”

Y/n smiled tearfully, the words she’d longed to hear all her life. Suddenly, it seemed so wasy to return them.

“I love you too, Dad.”

“Talk soon.”

“Bye.”

And with one click of a button, it was over.

Y/n felt stuck to her bed, nailed to it more like. All her life, she’d imagined screaming and yelling at her parents and it ending with them in tears as well, apologizing in spades to her and asking for them to forgive her. Her daydream had come true, though nothing like she’d thought it would. She was still, she was silent, and her father was more eloquent and composed. But both were filled to the brim with emotion. Somehow, it had all worked out better than she’d wanted.

Her family was coming back to her. The whole dang thing.

Y/n sprang to her feet, needing to word vomit the news onto someone. Jamie was closest. He was a good choice.

“Jamie,” she called, “Jamie.”

As she enterd into the living room. Jamie sported the same stunned expression she did. Had he heard the call?

They met in the middle of the room, each holding their own space. Each holding their cell phones.

“Who was that?” Y/n asked.

The words floated out of Jamie’s mouth slowly. “That was me dad.”

Y/n’s eyebrows dropped, along with her jaw. “Your dad?”

“Yeah,” Jamie breathed, his eyes flicking to Y/n’s phone, “Who was that?”

“That was my dad,” Y/n answered.

“Your dad?” Jamie echoed.

“Yeah.”

“What’d he say?”

“He wants to come see me. Him and my mom.”

“They do?”

“Yeah.”

Jamie’s face soured somewhat with apprehension. “And…what do you think?”

There was so much news to process. Still, Y/n’s purest emotions won out. Her lips quirked upwards, “I think I feel good. Really good.”

Jamie managed a distracted smile, “Good.”

Y/n shifted focus away from her. “What did your dad say?”

“He, uh,” Jamie breathed, “He’s in rehab, I guess. Wanted to call and congratulate me on the win. Wants me to come and see him.”

Y/n’s eyebrows shot up, “Whoa.”

“Yeah,” Jamie said.

“How do you feel about that?”

He blew out a huff of air. Jamie had just as many complicated feelings on his dad, if not more, than Y/n. And yet this time, there was some sort of peace that told Jamie this was alright.

“I think I feel good.”

“That’s good,” Y/n exhaled, “Do you want me to come with?”

“No,” Jamie quickly said, “I don’t want you near him till I…till I make sure it’s real this time.”

Y/n wasn’t about to start arguing with him. “Okay.”

The two of them finally looked at one another, well and truly, and saw each other transformed. If Richmond was one piece of what Y/n and Jamie were made up of, their relationship the other, their jobs the third, there’d been a missing fourth piece, empty and void of any love, for years. Suddenly, with but a drop filling it, there was new life in both of them. They stood a chance at becoming complete.

They fell into one another’s arms, wrapping around one another in hopes they could hold each other together. This was the beginning of something truly beautiful for both of them.

In the weeks and months that followed, after the trip to Brazil, things began to bloom. Jamie did go and visit his father, coming back with a genuine smile on his face. Y/n didn’t push, but Jamie felt confident that his father was making progress and that maybe, just maybe…they could form a relationship.

Y/n’s mom did indeed call, groveling and weeping over how poorly she’d treated her daughter. Y/n was there to accept every apology and cry with her. It was the best conversation they’d had in years. Her parents and Caylee jumped on for their first three-way call ever. Y/n made plans to come back home for Thanksgiving, and her parents and Caylee promised to fly to London for Christmas. It was the first holiday season they’d be spending together since high school. They were all counting the days down.

A few months after the season started for Richmond, Beard and his very pregnant girlfriend, Jane, announced they were getting married. The whole Richmond clan gathered together at Stonehenge for the event. It was strange, in keeping with their relationship, but full of love.

Eventually, Keeley came to Y/n with a business proposal. She had an inkling of an idea that she wantd to bring to Rebecca. But she wanted to give Y/n the opportunity to help her with it. The second she read the idea, Y/n was floored, and immediately onboard. Together, the two of them proposed a Richmond women’s league to their boss. It was an unflinching yes.

“But I have a condition,” Rebecca said before pointing to Y/n, “I want you to oversee it.”

Y/n blinked, “What?”

“I think you have a great deal of untapped potential,” Rebecca smiled, “And I think you’d make an incredible football club owner.”

“I-I…there’s no way. Unless you’re selling the team and I-“

“Nonsense,” Rebecca shrugged, “You bought a share, didn’t you?”

Rebecca had decided against selling the team off entirely, instead giving Richmond fans the opportunity to buy shares of the club.

“Well, yeah, I own like…half of a half of a percent.”

“Consider that your purchase,” Rebecca looked to Keeley, “What do you say? Is it okay if I poach one of your employees?”

Keeley was beaming from beside Y/n, “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what was happening or how it was happening so fast. It felt eerily similar to a year prior in a London restaurant.

“What do you say?” Rebecca smiled, “Do you want to run a football club?”

Despite her shock, it was one of the easiest yesses she’d ever given.

Jamie had been thrilled, obviously, spinning Y/n around his house when she’d told him the news. One of Jamie’s biggest fears was losing all the good things in his life. Even though he knew him and Y/n were solid, a job like that was guarantee that neither of them would be leaving Richmond for a very long time.

All was well, no, all was better than well, for the Greyhounds. Sam’s restaurant flourished, Nate brought his girlfriend round finally to be introduced to his work family, Keeley and Roy began skirting the borders of exploring the possibility of maybe getting back together…all was as it should be.

Y/n was nearly in tears contemplating the beauty that was her life one night as Jamie drove them back to her place. Higgins’ and his family hosted the team barbecue that month at their home and the whole staff had shown up. Keeley, Roy, Jamie and Y/n had stayed in a huddle most of the night, laughing and talking as if they’d been family all their lives, which it was starting to feel like. Everything, from the smallest detail to the biggest, felt perfect.

“Hey, babe, what’s on the schedule for Friday night?” Jamie asked as they climbed the stairs into Y/n’s home. He was a few steps behind her. “Colin and Mike want to do a double date. I didn’t know if-“

He was rudely interrupted by Y/n smashing her lips against his. Jamie adjusted quickly and sunk into the kiss with her.

After Y/n pulled back, Jamie admired her. “What was that for?”

There were ten different answers she could have given him. For knocking into her that first day of work. For sitting down with her that night at the pub. For being the steadiest presence in her life. For forgiving her when she broke his heart. For supporting her and supporting her and supporting her. For adding to her happiness in a way nobody else could.

But instead, she shrugged and smiled. “No reason at all.”

And for the first time in her life, Y/n was truly, wholly happy.

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uninformedartist · 8 months

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So just finished watching the ep so review. Spoils ahead:

So the episode was ok to me, solid 6/10 one of the better episodes which since this was supposed to be an "extravagant" ep why does it got better quality than the main eps, idk Viv has her moments like this ep and other eps its a train wreck in writing ect.

Mammon worked on my nerves, from design to his movements, personality ALL of him was annoying, which props for an annoying Villian but its Villian I never want to see back again and he's hinted for some sort of return.

Side tangent: Mammon is like the how many-ith Villian to get a return ep/hint at one. It was 1st cherubs, then dorks, then stella/ice twink, striker/crimson now Mammon & according to the leaked storyboards a ghost guy that tries to talk IMP into off-ing themselves... its a flipping lot and cherubs & dorks seem to be forgotten dispite dorks knowing & having hard evidence they exist, flip Viv chill it with your Villian of the week cos its way too many now.

Anyway, Blitz didn't need to be in this ep besides the flashback. Ozzie got him to talk Fizz out of being Mammon's puppet but ultimately Ozzie spoke him out of it & gave him courage to quit/confront Mammon. Even Blitz being a bodyguard/killing people for Fizz could've been any imp. Blitz is starting to feel like Steven from SU, in every ep even tho the ep doesn't need him/ the episode surrounds topics a wee child shouldn't be in (i.e Lapis trauma dumping on Steven & he a child isn't really equipped to handle that situation).

My fave part of this ep was Ozzie and Fizz. Ya'll I legit prayed Viv wouldn't mess these two up and my prayers were answered. Absolutely a joy these two were. Fizz especially what a darling. Loved that small scenes with him and the deaf imp child, l dont know sign language but it looked genuine animated and was just sweet moments.

From their interactions, Fizz's panic attacks/self doubt felt & were genuine... I felt that as someone that has panic attacks from high stress on my studies/life. It was just handled well. Fizz feeling less than and needing to prove himself from 1. his past 2. his appearance, that accident affected his self image/worth so much (why I felt him forgiving Blitz was too hastily done but I digress) & 3. him doing this Mammon contest still to gain/earn Ozzie's love for him cos Fizz believes Ozzie only sticks around because of this fame Mammon gave Fizz. Ozzie finally saying what he loves about Fizz was lovely, wanted that in the 1st ep but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Their song was... I didn't like it BUT the message in it was beautiful. Lastly Fizz saying fuck you to Mammon from the courage/strength Ozzie gave him was a nice send off... also Ozzie saying he loves Fizz ah ngl that made me smile agh I just love them. I want to see them more than the Stolitz show but thats only a wish. Props Viv, you get 1 brownie point not messing this up.

Last findings, the ep was bloated as hell my soul Viv please stop cramming so much in an ep, this one is 30 mins long & yet still felt bloated. Pacing was a motherfuka damn it was bad & the swearing was jarring (its a Viv written ep I don't expect any less but still gonna point it out) and the comedy wasn't so prominent in this ep, Blitz/Mammon gave some comic relief but in the best and worst ways:

The way the VA delivered this line "to be fucked" made me laugh, the line is cringy but the delivery lol gold

Aand Blitz, my soul shut the fuck up & get out this ep. Last ep & this one he said something so agonizingly cringe I pulled my face

The world of HB is legit American hell or earth just painted red since Fizz named all these places in America just "hellified" where his fans come from.

And very last, congratulations Salem glad you got the cathartic send off you deserve from working under Viv, truly fuck you "Mammon" indeed :) also glad they credited you this time.

#vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss criticism #my post #can we get a moment for Salem cos heck yeah for them whoooo!!!!

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stillfrownyclownlol · 6 months

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Hiding in the bathroom from a man rn lmao

Aidlyn headcanons because...please? Please? They make me sick /positive

These aren't all fluffy or whatever because they traumatized af and relationships like that are...difficult... but not impossible.

-he's 8-ish months older than her and like, 20ish cms taller (sorry I don't know how American feet work lol 😭)

-He hyperfixated on the relationship lmao.

-Clingy...they BOTH are. In different ways I mean but. They are both clingy. They're scared the other is gonna die when they aren't around lol 🙃 Aiden is ofc very touchy and grabby, he just has to FEEL that she's with him. Also type of guy to call at 2am "hey bby u good?". Ash gets antsy if she hasn't seen or heard from him in a while (a while means like 2 hours) especially since he like spam texts her every 5 seconds. But he also hyperfixates or disassociates for a while and will forget 🤡 like she will yell at him about why he didn't call her for 17 hours and he'll just be like "um sorry. I was. Staring at a wall."

-he has a lot of weird/cringy ass pet names for her that makes her want to slap him; probably calls her Bae or whatever. Ash nicknames for Aiden: Idiot, stupid, dumbass, public safety hazard...called him "dear" like once just to try it and hated it. "Mr. Durable" if she wants to annoy him.

-worlds worst pick up lines. Ash NEVER understands them.

-he loves surprises! Surprise him! He wants to surprise Ash too! She kinda hates this. They decided to "compromise": he will tell her beforehand that there is a "surprise" and gives her little clues/puzzles so she can figure out whatever it is. He has like 0 patience tho so he always helps her figure them out 🤡 Ash likes watching him get excited about the puzzles and doing them together more than the surprise half of the time.

-Him infodumping is like white noise so she can sleep lol.

-they try to do things the other likes since Ash thinks this is important for a "healthy relationship". Almost died when they went to an indoor rock climbing place 💀 but she got to see Aiden in a leotard when they did ballet together so it was a fair trade (blackmail)

-he is her hypeman at ballet recitals, will probably cheer when she comes on stage and has a sign and everything, the rest of the gang (and Ash) is just like "...we don't know this guy"

-she wishes he took care of himself more. Sends him stuff like "did you drink any water today", "Ben told me you're gonna skateboard down the hill please dont", or "IF YOU SET YOUR BOOKS ON FIRE IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE" <3

-sometimes if she's sad she just kinda. Falls on his back. Like a koala or smth. She has that "I literally cannot do anything" sort of depression (which to be fair Aiden also has sometimes). Aiden carries her around.

-when nobody's looking she kisses his cheek, cuz she knows his face is usually sore from smiling so much.

-pretty low key on her part, but Aiden is so obvious everybody knows 💀 She doesn't like PDA (more so the fact that people stare) but Aiden will usually put his arm around her shoulders or waist/give her a smooch (not on the mouth) <3 it's honestly not that different from how he was when they were just friends ngl 🤡

-he says "I love you" easily, because it genuinely is the easiest thing in the world for him. He has 0 doubts about how he feels for her. Ash doesn't say it a lot cuz she feels weird saying it, so she does her best to show it in other ways.

-he gets jealous easily *siiiiigh* It's cuz he's insecure!!! Help him! 😭 He doesn't get annoyed with her because like. Ash pays about as much attention to other guys (I mean besides Tyler, Ben and Logan) as she does to dust. But he will death glare at any guy they don't know that's staring at her 💀

-kinda codependent... *looks at the floor* they are working on it. Sometimes Aiden feels like he's only alive for her. (I- Look at episode 61- IVE BEEN IN HIS POSITION. AIDEN BABY THIS AINT HEALTHY)

-absolute dork. Draws "A.C. + A.B." in a little heart in his note margins because he's goofy like that.

-he fell first she fell harder NO I will not be taking any criticism for this.

Anyways it's raining outside so I'll just post this now

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #ashden #aiden x ashlyn #headcanon

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pacthesis · 11 months

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our vietnamese tea ceremony

some may or may not know i just got engaged to a weird guy i met in college that (to put it lightly) i wasn’t too fond of but after like 2 years of snubbing him he somehow won my heart i guess

i scribbled a comic about it cause whenever people ask how i met him they sometimes get invested haha

some people also may have seen him on america’s got talent or cbs news or jimmy fallon or on tiktok doing his pizza man shenanigans lol

people often ask if he pulled me with his dough skills and i have to clarify i didn’t even know about the dough spinning hobby until after we started dating and he didn’t do the tv/media appearances until like 6 years into our relationship 🤣

my parents were both boat refugees from vietnam (they fled during the war when they were teenagers and met as adults) and i’m american- but we’re not really that “traditional” i guess

i think many viet people don’t get married or commit without having a tea ceremony haha

a hetero buddy asked who were my bridesmaids and when i told him i don’t have any he asked why and i just said “i like my friends” 🤣 (my childhood friends were there as guests though!)

i also didn’t want/ask pizza man’s family to bring the customary gifts cause i didn’t wanna cramp my style

basically the purpose of this event was for people to witness us getting engaged and be an opportunity for our families to meet one another!

5/23/2015 is when we started dating

for our first anniversary i got our initials and anniversary date stamped onto a penny and pizza man still carries it around 🥺

so 8 years later we got engaged on 8/5/2023

8 for august (8 years later)

5th of august (5 for the month we began dating)

year of 2023 (23 for the day we began dating)

i think people often go to a fortune teller or someone who knows what they’re doing to schedule important dates using the stars and other factors but my grandpa doesn’t believe in that and the rest of us aren’t really superstitious

we wore áo dài- it’s a vietnamese ensemble consisting of a tunic with a long front and back panel that is worn over pants

áo means “shirt/clothes” and dài means "long"

a lot of the time the bride wears red and the groom wears blue i guess but i wanted my outfit to look bridal when i imagine an american bride or a vietnamese bride!

i also wanted to wear a gold khăn đóng headpiece and to incorporate pearls to resemble what my mom wore when she got engaged to my dad

sunflowers are also my fav

(after we started dating i thought pizza man was tall and sunny like a sunflower haha 😭)

my makeshift shoebox altar- or as i like to call it: my “spirit pager” 😤

the double happiness symbol is two copies of the chinese character 喜 (xǐ) which means joy/happiness and red symbolizes luck for the couple

my mom asked if we should put up pictures of our deceased and i was like i don’t wanna make pizza man’s parents go out of their way to bring photos 😭

i think we were supposed to ask our ancestors for permission to get engaged or married or whatever but since my mom raised me to believe my life is mine to live i just announced it to em

as far as i know it’s not really a buddhist thing- ancestor worship is more of a vietnamese thing apparently

my mom said vietnam is a country with a lot of war and death in its history- so imo it makes sense how they incorporate the dead into their culture and traditions

after introducing each of our family members and friends- we lit a couple of incense to (casually) announce the news to our deceased grandparents and relatives

apparently burning incense is an invitation to ancestral spirits and to deliver wishes to predecessors

smoke from the burning incense guides people to safety or safe passing when they die- it also guides em back home on days like these

the spirit(s) depart when all of the incense has burned

next month is my grandma’s "deathiversary” (giỗ) so we’ll be paging her again soon

we used a tea set that was used to celebrate my 1st birthday to pour and serve (my pick) of vanilla caramel black tea to my grandpa and our parents

pizza man’s mom doesn’t like tea so i was happy i picked something she did enjoy!

but when my mom brought her family to america from vietnam- she asked them if they could bring a tea set specifically for me

my mom said it’s meant to be used to celebrate any of my special occasions

then me and pizza man said some nice words to each other and exchanged rings

my ring was pizza man’s grandma’s- his grandpa initially proposed with a smaller diamond but after he saved up enough he got her this bigger one

i don’t listen to any comments that suggest or imply this carbon rock is not humongous 🤣

pizza man paid to get it resized and to repair its prongs (it was well worn by grandma mercedes 🥺)

also found out my ring size is 3.25 (US) haha 😭

he also decided to get his grandpa’s ring resized and to wear it too!

my mom put this necklace on me- she says it reads “happiness” (i can’t confirm lol) but she received it from her mother-in-law when she got engaged to my dad

my mom was too scared to wear it after their tea ceremony cause it’s 24 karat gold and she didn't wanna wreck it

she said 24 karat gold hasn't been combined with other metals so it’s soft

i guess couples at viet tea ceremonies often get 24 karat jewelry- the idea is they can quickly sell it/melt it down for hard times

my mom also passed down her favorite jade bracelet and my grandma’s favorite diamond earrings to me 🥺

and on my 1st birthday my mom got a special ring made to celebrate my birth- she put it on a chain so the person i marry can wear it close to their heart

my mom also got a special ring necklace made to celebrate my sibling’s birth and gave it to their fiancée during their tea ceremony

it’s just the two of us so no more shiny token trophies up for grabs! 😤

i laughed when pizza man had to squat down so low so my mom could put the necklace on him

after the ceremony i asked him if he wanted me to help him take it off (my sibling's fiancée keeps theirs in a safe cause she’s too scared to wear it daily) but pizza man was like "no i like it 😄" and wore it to sleep and showered with it and hasn’t taken it off since 😭🤣

at the end of the ceremony we lit the candles on the altar to represent the union of our families!

then we ate lots of food haha

my parents both cooked! egg rolls, fried rice, lo mein, bột chiên (fried taro rice cake)

my mom was excited because she knew many of our guests weren’t very familiar with vietnamese food and wanted to share that with them 🥺

and my dad was just so excited for me and pizza man and had so much fun getting the supplies and decorations 😭

my aunt and uncle and sister-in-law brought vịt quay (peking duck), heo quay (roast pork), gỏi tôm (shrimp salad), bánh hỏi (rice vermicelli), xôi gấc (sweet red sticky rice topped with coconut, peanuts and salt)

and pizza man’s mom and family brought lots of desserts

we have always been so amazed with how good their sweets taste and look! 🥺

we also got an ice cream cake

i wasn’t thinking and asked em to write “nicholas and amy lễ đính hôn” and they called me and were like wtf is this and i was like oh no it’s ok haha don’t worry about it! 😭🤣

we had some photos displayed but my sibling took lots of nice pictures of the whole thing!

i was happy i actually got the chance to spend time with and talk to everyone who came!

it went so well and we had so much fun that we’re thinking of doing something similar for our wedding- probably a backyard wedding haha

i was telling pizza man apparently some tea ceremonies have the first half take place at the bride’s home and then the later half is at the groom’s home 🤔

anyway reminder that leftover egg rolls can be reheated in the toaster

#vietnamese tea ceremony #lễ đính hôn #đính hôn #đám hỏi

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the-trans-advice-blog · 4 months

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as a black genderfucked lesbian who is american, watching white american queers argue over stuff sometimes feels so.......like. hollow. or shallow. in a way. i dont know how to explain it. like it just feels like "lol. lmao even" because yes i GUESS these are valid concerns but you guys................can we focus on why you guys never include black people, or almost any nonwhite folks in your little rants that border on tantrums. i mean EYEEEEE know why but do YOUUU know why? i dont know. it just makes it hard to navigate because they're fighting battles i would never think to pick up simply because its like okay yes thats a problem but there is a giant tuna sitting on the grill rn i am not worried about anchovies

EXACTLY. It’s so exhausting being black and trans and trying to exist in trans spaces. White trans people never consider trans people of color when they’re talking about the community as a whole it’s so frustrating. Trying to find things that were useful to me as a younger trans person was pretty much impossible and sorta still is :’) Don’t even get me started on all the “trans stereotypes” that only ever include white people. I have never once related to any of that shit.

I truly wish it was easier for trans people or color to take up space in this community.

#marshal answers #transgender #trans #transmasc #ftm #lgbt #trans guy #ftm trans #nb #mtf #transfem #queer #trans poc #queer poc

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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across the line - Logan Sargeant

Part 2 to blur the line

I'm sorry, I know you've waited a long time for this, but I just had sm stuff to do this last week 🫠

I am officially handing out holy water to anyone who reads this!🫣

Also this probably is my favorite part out of the 3 parts :)

Song recs:

The Monster - Eminem feat. Rihanna

High for this - The Weeknd (for the smut part)

Warnings: smut smut smut!, unprotected sex (do not do this pls), Dennis the menace, stupid Liam lol

Logan Sargeant x reader; A drunk night changes things between the two of you

Obviously the victorious weekend in Austria had to be celebrated, so later that night you found yourself in a way too revealing dress on the dance floor of an Austrian club, dancing to generic pop songs with Dennis.

He spun you around, occasionally colliding with you due to both your high alcohol levels.

Even though you wished your friends from home could be here with you, you felt at ease around your teammate and Fred, who made everyone laugh regardless of how well he knew them.

You would have felt the same way about Logan, too, if it weren’t for the champagne incident earlier today.

It had thrown all your thoughts on the wildest roller coaster ride.

There was only one thing about Logan you were absolutely certain of: He made you nervous in an inexplicable way while, strangely, at the same time, calming you down.

But right now you were having the time of your life, celebrating your third place like you’d just won the race.

Because frankly it felt like you’d won: You’d finally shown everyone that you belonged in F2, you’d finally silenced your critics.

Dennis twirled you around, making you laugh about his not very graceful drunk movements.

The Norwegian laughed, too, but this time he accidentally spun you around too fast.

He lost control over you and you crashed right into the person coming up behind you.

Hands found your waist, holding you close to the person’s chest to stop you from spinning.

Before your drunk self had even realized who you’d bumped into, you almost lost your balance again, leaning even further into the guy holding you.

He laughed.

You knew that laugh.

“Y/nnnn! The driver of the day!”, Logan exclaimed, tripping over some of his words because he probably was even more drunk than you were.

“Loooogaaannn!!”, you replied with equal enthusiasm, hugging him like you hadn’t seen each other in a long time.

You had met all of the guys at the club, but Dennis and you had lost Fred and Logan halfway through the night.

“Where’s Fred?”, you laughed, your hands wandering around Logan's neck when he started swaying to the music with his arms still wrapped around your waist.

“Don’t know! He wanted to talk to some Danish girl!”, Logan shouted over the loud music.

When you went to answer, he lowered his head towards your face so that he could hear you better.

You stood on your tiptoes, your lips softly brushing his ear when you spoke.

“And you didn’t find an American girl to hook up with?”, you asked teasingly, watching as he rolled his eyes.

He mumbled something, but the music was too loud for you to understand.

“What?”

He laughed, his signature smirk back on his face.

“Nothing, I just thought I’d be a gentleman and save you from Dennis’ dance moves.”

That’s when you noticed you’d completely forgotten about Dennis.

“Oh shit. Dennis!”, you turned around abruptly in Logan’s arms, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach when Logan pulled you back against his chest.

Dennis wasn’t where you’d left him anymore.

You scanned the dark room for your teammate, but he was nowhere to be found.

With panic in your eyes, you turned back around to Logan.

“We have to go looking for Dennis! He’s way too drunk, he could barely even talk straight.”

Logan nodded.

“Let’s check the bar first, then. Follow me.”

As Logan made his way through the dancing crowd, you tried your best not to lose him, but it was sheer impossible.

Elbows and shoulders were shoved into your way, sweaty people’s backs bumping into you here and there.

“Logan!”, you called out as loud as you could when you were about to lose sight of him.

His head snapped around and searched the crowd for you.

Quickly you waved, shouting his name again.

When he spotted you, he fought his way through the crowd again.

“Take my hand!”, he shouted over the deafening music, reaching out for you.

Gratefully you took the hand he offered you, letting him guide you through the club.

It took you and Logan a few tries until you finally found Dennis almost an hour later, sitting on the sidewalk outside of the club.

A nice group of girls had called you from his phone, letting you know where they’d sat the Norwegian down because he couldn’t really stand on his own anymore.

“Dennis!”, you exclaimed, so relieved that he was okay.

He lifted his head from his hands, smiling drunkenly when he recognized you.

“Y/n! So nce t s u!”, he slurred, and you could only guess what he had said.

You exchanged a helpless look with Logan. “He definitely needs to go home.”, Logan concluded, crouching down next to Dennis, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Mate, y/n and I are gonna take you home now, alright?”

Dennis pouted. “No home! Party!”, then his head fell into his hands again. “Dennis, don’t you want to sleep?”, you added, hoping Dennis wouldn’t make an even bigger scene out in public, where any of you could easily be recognized.

“Sleeeeeeeeep!”, he groaned from between his hands.

Logan sent you an amused smile when you rolled your eyes. “Let’s get a taxi.”

Getting Dennis into the taxi turned out to be more of a challenge than you thought it would be. You put one of Dennis’ arms around your shoulders and Logan did the same on Dennis’ other side.

Like that you tried to maneuver him to the taxi while he kept telling the people passing by that you were his best friend who had just won a race.

“He can’t go back like this to the Prema apartment. René’s first gonna kill him, then kill me.”, you concluded when the three of you finally sat in the taxi, Dennis sitting between you and Logan.

You looked at Logan helplessly across Dennis, making the Carlin driver furrow his brows in contemplation.

“Let’s go to my apartment then. I’m sharing it with Liam, but there’s a couch and Liam won’t bother. Besides, he’s out partying right now, too.”

“Thank you.”, a small smile crept onto your face, which Logan returned.

With one last look to Dennis, who was already passed out between you two, you thanked the gods you didn’t have to try and sneak him past René.

Logan told the taxi driver the address and soon enough you started moving.

There was a pleasant silence when you leaned your head against the window, watching the Austrian nightlife rush past you.

“Dennis, wake up. We’re here.”, you whispered, nudging him carefully to not wake him up too abruptly.

You still sat next to him in the taxi, which was now standing in front of Logan and Liam’s apartment for the race weekend.

Dennis’ eyelids fluttered, but other than that you didn’t get a reaction out of him, so you nudged him a bit harder this time.

Logan gave the taxi driver an apologetic smile, now gently shaking Dennis’ shoulder on the other side.

“Wake up, Hauger. You can’t sleep here.”

Dennis only leaned away from Logan towards you, still refusing to open his eyes.

Slowly but surely you were running out of patience.

“Dennis, get your ass out of this car. Now.”, you slapped his cheek lightly, making sure not to hit him too hard but hard enough that he’d finally wake up. And it worked: Dennis opened his eyes in shock, giving you an accusing look.

Logan tried to mask his laugh with a cough.

“Ouchhhhh. What was that for?”, Dennis whined, holding his cheek.

“We’re here.”, you replied, getting out of the car before turning back to unbuckle Dennis’ seatbelt for him.

“I think I have to throw up…”, the Norwegian suddenly groaned, climbing out of the car in slow-motion.

Logan, who had also gotten out of the car gave you a concerned look.

The last thing you needed was for Dennis to vomit into the taxi.

“Okay, um…you just…get out and we’ll find you a bucket…”, you answered with slight panic in your voice, beginning to pull on Dennis’ arm.

When Dennis made it out, you placed Dennis’ arm around your shoulders once again and Logan came to his other side to support him.

The taxi driver wished you good luck before he took off into the night.

“I’m gonna throw up.”, Dennis mumbled again and almost made you fall to the ground when he leaned onto you too much.

Luckily Logan reacted in time and pulled Dennis back off you.

With more than one stop, the three of you somehow managed to struggle your way upstairs to the apartment.

“Keys?”, you panted breathlessly, holding Dennis’ arm in place around your shoulder.

Logan searched his back pocket for the keys and unlocked the door. From the door it wasn’t a long way to the living room anymore and you were more than relieved when you could lie Dennis down on the couch, finally freeing yourself of his bodyweight.

“Do you have a blanket and a bucket?”, you asked over your shoulder while you stuffed a pillow under Dennis’ head. Logan nodded, then left the room.

Dennis had already closed his eyes, drifting off into his drunken dreams again.

“Thanks, y/n, you’re a great friend.”, he could only mumble, but it still made you smile. “No problem, Den.”

Logan cleared his voice behind you.

You tucked Dennis in with the blanket Logan gave you and put the bucket next to the couch.

“Good night, Dennis.”, you whispered, before leaving the living room behind Logan.

When you’d closed the door, you let yourself fall against it, the exhaustion of the trip getting the better of you. After all, you were still pretty drunk yourself.

Your eyes fell closed for a second as you focussed on taking deep breaths.

Only after a few moments did you remember you were not alone.

So you opened your eyes again and looked at Logan, who was already looking at you.

“I should probably get going.”

Logan shook his head.

“No way you’re going home by yourself drunk in a foreign country.”

“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself. But thanks, Logan, for all of this.”, you gestured towards the living room while already making your way to the door of the apartment.

“You’re not leaving, y/n.”, Logan retorted, stepping in front of you quickly.

His head tilted to the side, a mischievous expression on his face now.

“Besides, I still have to take you up on that grilled cheese offer.”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile.

You liked that he’d remembered your conversation even though it had already been a few months since then.

Maybe you could stay a little while longer?

“You really wanna test my drunk talent theory?”, you replied with a smirk.

Logan shrugged, still smiling.

“Why not? I could use some food now, and I wanna see how talented you really are.”

“Challenge accepted, Sargeant.”

Once Logan had given you all the ingredients you needed for a grilled cheese sandwich, you got to cooking in the small kitchen of the apartment.

You stood in front of the stove, flipping the sandwich in the pan while he leaned against the counter, watching your movements intently.

“You know, you are a really good friend to Dennis, with the way you look after him and everything.”, Logan suddenly said, making you turn your head to look at him.

“Because I didn’t leave him wasted at the club all alone?”, you replied sarcastically, avoiding his gaze to stop the butterflies in your stomach.

“Well, yes, but…you always take care of everyone. You always want to make sure everyone else is comfortable, but you forget about yourself sometimes, it seems.”, he answered and you were almost taken aback by how accurate his observation was.

So you focussed on the grilled cheese in the pan in front of you, shaking your head.

“Nonsense. I just…want what’s best for the people I love.”

You could hear Logan stepping closer behind you.

“So you love Dennis now?”, he asked, watching your reaction closely.

“Well..I wouldn’t go that far..but yes, he’s like a brother to me.”, you gulped nervously, looking at him over your shoulder.

Logan nodded, stepping even closer to inspect the grilled cheese in the pan.

You could basically feel his chest against your back now.

“I guess it’s true that you’re a good cook when you’re drunk.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder proudly.

“Want a bite?”

When he nodded, you fished the sandwich out of the pan and put it onto a plate.

Before you could realize what you were doing though, your drunken mind had already convinced you that it would be a good idea to take the sandwich into your hand and feed him.

He smiled, his eyes wandering in-between the sandwich and your hand.

His eyes rested on you the whole time when he took a bite and you almost melted, cursing yourself for your stupid idea.

You were definitely still too drunk to think straight.

You swallowed, quickly taking a bite to avoid having to speak.

Logan chewed in contemplation.

“This is good. Really good.”

“Thanks, I’ve had many drunk nights to perfect the recipe.”, you replied, making him laugh as he licked over his lips.

You turned off the stove and leaned against the kitchen counter, taking another bite of your heavenly grilled cheese.

“So…you never told me what your drunk talent is.”

Logan thought about his answer for a second.

“True….but..I don’t know what my drunk talent is, to be honest.”

“Come on, there has to be something.”, you encouraged, offering him the rest of the sandwich. This time you didn’t even intend to have him eat it out of your hand, but instead of taking the sandwich out of your hand, he leaned forward again and looked at you with the same hungry eyes when he bit into the sandwich.

You squeezed your thighs together.

How could a person be so fucking hot?

Once Logan had swallowed, he cleared his throat.

“Well, there is one thing I’m good at….”

You tilted your head.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”, your voice had gotten lower and scratchy now.

Somehow the atmosphere had shifted completely again, the tension getting thicker and thicker by the second, causing the wetness to gather in your underwear.

“I’m a pretty good kisser.”, he answered in the same low voice, a confident grin on his face.

He took a step closer to you, now being so close that you had to look up at him.

He’d caught you completely off guard, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red instantly.

Thanks to the dim kitchen light, Logan couldn’t see it though.

When had the conversation taken this turn?

“I don’t believe you.”, you faked a confident laugh, crossing your arms over your chest with a challenging look on your face.

“You wanna test that theory?”, he replied cockily, placing his hands on either side of you to trap you against the counter, leaning into you ever so slightly.

“Maybe…”, you whispered, swallowing hard.

You couldn’t even do anything about your gaze falling to his lips, as you sucked in a sharp breath. Logan smirked, his face getting closer to yours inch by inch.

“Let’s make a deal: If you like my kiss, I get another grilled cheese.”, he suggested, not taking his eyes off of you.

Subconsciously your body tried to put some space between you and Logan, pushing against the kitchen counter behind you.

Logan noticed it, his smirk growing even wider.

You wanted this:

Him, now.

“Deal.”, you could only shakily breathe out before you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

You leaned forward to finally connect your lips, hands automatically wandering into his hair.

He moaned into the kiss, pressing his body against yours.

You could already feel his dick getting hard against your core, which only added to your own arousal.

When the kiss got wilder, Logan’s hands found their way to your thighs, hoisting you up so you could sit on the kitchen counter.

Then he pushed your legs apart to stand between them while he continued kissing you passionately.

You arched your back into him, craving his body like you’d been starving for days.

His hands crept up your thighs to give your ass a quick squeeze, before they moved further upwards to the low-cut back of your dress.

You whined when you felt his fingers grazing your spine, so you tugged at his hair to make him move faster.

However, Logan just smirked against your lips. His hands left your back as fast as they’d gone up there and his lips left yours.

You took a second to breathe, taking in his messed up hair and his slightly swollen lips.

“So? Did I lie?”, he asked, his voice dripping of confidence.

“Meh.”, you shrugged, trying to hide how desperate you actually were for his touch.

“It was mediocre.”

Logan scoffed, jokingly slapping a hand to his chest.

“Mediocre?!”

You laughed loudly, pulling him back to you, resting your arms around his neck. “I’m kidding, come here!”

Logan let you pull his face back down to you, but he turned his head away from you so that you couldn’t kiss him on the lips anymore.

However, that wasn’t a problem for you: You just started sucking on his neck, pulling a groan from him almost immediately.

“Y/n…”, he whispered breathlessly, turning back to you, causing you to stop your actions to look at him as well.

You caressed his neck with your nails while he looked deep into your eyes. Both of you breathed heavily, the desire for the other too big to resist.

In this moment you would have loved to know what Logan was thinking about right then.

What was he seeing when he looked at you? A quick hookup?

The beginning of something serious? A casual friends with benefits situation?

Quickly you shook your head to snap out of your spiraling thoughts.

You didn’t want to worry about the consequences of this hookup now, so you decided you’d deal with it tomorrow.

Maybe you could even blame it on the alcohol…but deep down you knew this wasn’t happening because you were too drunk to control yourself.

You wanted Logan, no matter if you were drunk or sober.

You just didn’t know how Logan felt about all of this.

However you didn’t have much more time to think about it, because Logan’s lips crashed into yours, the excitement in your body taking over again.

Logan leaned into you, grinding against your core, your hips moving impatiently against him in return.

“You’re so sexy in that dress.”, he whispered into your ear, making you shiver.

His hands gripped the fabric of your dress needily until they got a hold of your ass.

Then he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom without interrupting the fiery kiss between the two of you.

Your legs wrapped around him, giving you more stability to grind your core against his crotch.

When he’d reached his room he laid you down on the mattress.

Instead of following you though, he stood over you and took you in.

He admired your beauty, lying there on the bed only for him.

“What is it?”, you asked breathlessly, your mind racing with the wildest thoughts of his lips on your skin.

“Nothing.”, he shrugged, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Just think that you’re beautiful.”, he explained, before he crouched down to take off your heels.

At a loss for words, you sat up on your elbows, watching as he carefully freed you from the uncomfortable shoes.

Once he’d succeeded, he pulled you towards the edge of the bed by your legs, making you gasp.

His face was now directly in front of your clothed core.

You sucked in air loudly in anticipation.

“Gonna show you that this is not just mediocre..”, he growled, pushing your dress up and pulling your panties down, exposing your core.

“Logan..”, you panted, feeling his breath against your core.

You were so wet by now that you were desperately craving your release.

“All in good time, pretty girl.”, he smirked, spreading your legs to give him more room.

His hands slowly crept up your thighs while he kissed his way up from your inner thigh to your core.

It was so slow and sensual that you couldn’t help but moan again, your hips bucking up in need for some friction.

“Someone’s impatient today.”, he laughed when you huffed.

“Don’t worry, baby. You won’t forget this one, I promise.”

His words sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

Then finally his tongue flicked at your core, making your mouth fall open for a silent moan.

You writhed under the sensation until his arm came up to your waist to hold you in place while his tongue made you see stars.

“Logan..”, you moaned again, your mind not able to function properly.

“Tell me what you want.”, he replied, not stopping.

“I want..”, you tried to speak, but were interrupted by a pornographic moan falling from your lips.

“I want..”, you began again, but the rest of your sentence was lost in yet another moan because he started sucking on your clit.

“If you want my fingers just say so baby.”, he whispered, two of his fingers slipping into you with ease.

Your hips bucked up uncontrollably, your high building up rather rapidly.

“I’m gonna cum..“, you whined when he sped up his fingers and curled them inside you perfectly.

“Good. Want you to make a mess all over my fingers.”, he panted, his tongue circling at your clit continuously.

His words were all you needed to send you over the edge.

With a few more thrusts from his fingers you clenched around them, coming undone while moaning his name.

While you were still coming down from your high, Logan freed himself of his shirt and pants before he crawled on top of you. He pulled your dress up and over your head.

“You ready, pretty girl?”, he asked, engaging you into another passionate kiss.

When he moved his hips against you, his dick slid through your folds, leaving you wanting more once again.

“Fuck me, Logan.”, you breathed out, keeping the intense eye contact with him as he aligned himself at your entrance.

Slowly, slowly, he pushed into you, enjoying the way your walls clenched around him.

You gasped at the feeling of him inside you, filling you up completely.

“You’re so pretty under me.”, he smirked, then picked up his pace.

His fast and deep thrusts immediately hit all the right spots inside of you, causing a string of curse words to fall from your lips.

It only spurred him on further, pushing your whole body up and down the mattress with his thrusts.

Your legs wrapped around his hips and your eyes were screwed shut, simply enjoying his touch. However, he didn’t like that.

“Look at me when I’m inside you.”, he commanded with a raspy voice, not stopping his movements.

“I… can’t.”, you replied with a whine, which only made him even more annoyed.

Quickly his hand came to your neck, squeezing rather harshly.

You squealed, opening your eyes in shock. Logan smiled, satisfied again.

“Not so hard, is it?”, he asked with a confident grin, leaning down to give you a sloppy kiss.

His thrusts were still fast and hard, making you go insane.

You made sure to keep your eyes focussed on him, even though you almost melted under his gaze.

When he filled you up and rested his hips against yours for a second, your mouth hang agape, your mind not able to cope with the sensation.

He pushed his hips further against yours, pushing you up on the bed.

“Still mediocre, pretty girl?”

You were quick to shake your head, letting out a loud moan.

“Fuck no! You fuck me so good!”, you praised, remembering last second that you were supposed to leave your eyes open.

“Such a good girl for me.”

Logan continued his thrusts, bringing you to the edge once again.

“I’m close..”, you gasped between your constant moans.

“Let go, baby.”, he encouraged, his fingers finding your clit to press down on it.

It made you clench around his dick, pulling an animalistic groan from him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

His thrusts got sloppier as he tried not to cum before you. He didn’t need to wait long though, because it only took you a few more thrusts until you came around his dick, moaning his name loudly.

He panted, in desperate need for his own release now.

“Where can I cum, darling?”, he groaned, almost breaking off the eye contact between you two.

“Inside me. Want to feel you..”, you whispered, riding out your high.

You didn’t have to tell him twice: He came inside of you within seconds, his sperm painting your walls.

Then he pulled his dick out of you and let himself fall onto the bed next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily, coming down from your highs slowly.

Once you felt like you could think straight again, you decided you hadn’t had enough of him yet.

So you rolled onto your stomach and crawled on top of him.

He watched you with a lazy smile on his face, letting you take over control.

After sharing a brief kiss, you peppered his neck with soft kisses, sucking at it every now and then.

You felt his hands coming up to your ass, squeezing it in appreciation, accompanied by a low moan.

You worked your way down from his chest to his abs, enjoying the way he twitched slightly under your touch.

“Y/n…”, he whimpered when you finally reached his already hardening dick.

“Easy, cowboy..”, you whispered, licking a stripe up his dick, planting a kiss to his tip when you reached the top.

His hips shifted uncontrollably, making you grin.

It was your turn to make him writhe now.

Still amused, you started moving your lips up and down on his length, hollowing out your cheeks. His hands went to your hair to hold it out of your face in a makeshift ponytail.

“Fuck…”, he hissed when you added your hand to jerk him off.

“You’re so perfect..”, he praised, to which you responded with a moan, your lips still around him.

Before you could continue though, he suddenly pulled you off of him.

You looked up at him with a confused expression on your face.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Logan immediately shook his head.

“I just.. wanna feel you around me again.”, he explained, before he pulled you up to him, his hands finding your ass again to push your core down against his dick.

You gasped at the sensation, feeling his dick between your folds, already getting wet again.

“Feels so good..”, he groaned, moving your hips slowly.

You couldn’t help but smile as you let him guide you.

“Desperate for me, Sargeant?”

Logan rolled his eyes and bit down on his lips.

“Maybe..”

Then he stopped his movements and you understood: You aligned yourself with his dick to sink down on him.

Both of you groaned, the feeling so incredibly good.

After adjusting to his size you started moving up and down on him, pulling another moan from the both of you.

“Fuck. You fill me up so good.”, you cried out, exhaustion making you slow your movements.

Logan didn’t want to slow down though, so he took matters in his own hands.

He fucked up into you, moving his hips at a steady pace.

You whined, taking his hands in yours to guide them to your boobs.

He squeezed them, making you lose your mind.

“Come on, baby. I know you got a third one in you.”, he spurred you on, which only resulted in you clenching around him, causing a loud groan to escape his mouth.

“I- oh my god!”, you exclaimed, letting go of his hands to steady yourself on his chest.

You looked down at him, tits bouncing with each of his thrusts, hair falling into your face.

He was a sight for sore eyes: abs contorted, eyebrows furrowed, messy hair sticking out in all directions.

His hands wandered back to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he picked up the pace further.

You rolled your hips against him, allowing him to hit the deepest spots inside of you.

And for the third time this evening you felt your high approaching again.

“Logan, I’m gonna-“, you tried to warn him, but it was too late: your high washed over you, making you scream in pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you’re making me go insane.”, he praised, then he thrust into you one last time before releasing inside of you.

For a second you worried you might pass out from the overwhelming feeling.

So you let him slip out of you and wanted to get off of him, but his hands quickly held you in place.

You frowned at him, curiously waiting for what he was going to say.

“Stay. Please.”, he whispered softly, all the cockiness from before wiped from his voice.

You weighed your options for a second: either you could wander through the Austrian nightlife with nothing but your dress and filthy thoughts about Logan on your mind… or you could stay here, spend the night.

“Okay. I’ll stay, but only because Dennis needs me tomorrow to find his way back.”, you replied, letting out a small laugh when Logan rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure Hauger would be fine without you..but if it means you’ll stay, then please: stay.”

He sat up with you in his arms, looking at you intently, taking in every feature of your face.

“Stop staring.”, you whispered, connecting your lips to stop him from inspecting your face.

He sighed into the kiss before he flipped you over so that he was towering above you.

Then he broke up the kiss, got up from the bed and put on some grey sweatpants.

Confused, you watched as he disappeared into his connecting bathroom only to appear moments later with a small wet towel.

He walked back over to you and carefully spread your legs again.

You let it happen, not knowing what to say.

When he noticed your dumbfounded look, he tilted his head at you.

“What? You’ve never been cleaned up before?”

You looked away, avoiding his eyes.

“No…”, you mumbled lowly, suddenly embarrassed to admit it.

Logan tsked, shaking his head disapprovingly.

“Some guys don’t know how to cherish beauty when it’s lying right in front of them.”, he continued cleaning you with delicate movements, very aware of how sensitive your clit was right now.

You let yourself fall back into his soft pillows, enjoying the silence and his treatment.

Suddenly his phone rang next to you, interrupting the peaceful quiet mercilessly.

Logan groaned, equally as annoyed by the disturbance as you were. “Can you check who it is?”, he asked, bringing back the towel to the bathroom.

“It’s Liam. You should probably answer it, maybe he pulled a Dennis, too.”, you called after him, which made him laugh out loud.

“God, I hope not. But you’re right.”

With a few quick steps he was standing by the bed and you handed him his phone.

“Liam? What’s up?”, he held his phone to his ear and you couldn’t exactly hear the words the Kiwi driver was saying, but you could make out deafening techno music and Liam shouting something at Logan.

“Liam, Liam, listen!”, Logan tried to gain his teammate’s attention while rolling his eyes at you. You laughed, shamelessly taking in the sight of him: the sweatpants had your mind wandering to all kinds of dirty places in your mind immediately.

Thankfully Logan didn’t notice your staring since he was too busy with drunk Liam.

“Where are you? I’m gonna come get you.”, Logan sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.

After a few more tries, Logan finally managed to get Liam’s location and he hung up.

He sent you an apologetic smile, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, Liam’s probably worse than Dennis right now. I have to go get him.”

You nodded, getting up from the bed, too.

Logan probably didn’t want you to stay in his room all alone.

“No, no, please. I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!”, Logan stepped towards you and softly pushed you back onto the bed.

He laid a kiss to your lips before he put on his shirt and searched his drawer for a fresh shirt.

“Here. If you need pants, they’re in the lower drawer.”, he smiled, handing you one of his comfiest Carlin t-shirts.

You scrunched up your nose and tried to hide your smile when you didn’t take the shirt out of his hands.

Logan frowned.

“That would be treason though: me wearing Carlin.”

Logan chuckled, then turned back to his drawer once more.

“That’s a shame because the colors would look great on you.”

“Hm… I think you would look better back in red to be honest.”, you replied with a smirk when he handed you a different, neutral shirt this time.

He rolled his eyes playfully, admiring the sight of you in one of his shirts.

“Now go, there’s a Kiwi in need of your help.”, you reminded him of his mission, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?”

“Yes! Go, Sargeant, I can cope without you.”, you laughed at his overly dramatic hurt expression.

Still, he stepped towards you again, leaning down to kiss you.

“Don’t go anywhere.”, he whispered, then turned around to leave.

Once he was gone the tiredness and exhaustion hit you like a bus. You only managed to lazily pull the sheets halfway up before your eyes already fell closed.

You woke up from the sun shining directly into your face.

Slowly you opened your eyes and were about to sit up, when something prevented you from moving.

Logan’s arm was wrapped around you tightly, pulling you closer to him in his sleep.

Only then did you realize where you were, the events of last night washing over you.

You’d had sex with Logan. Amazing sex.

With Logan!

Thousands of alarm bells rang in your mind all at once as the gravity of the past night sunk in. You’d slept with a driver on the grid.

A thing you’d sworn yourself to never do because you didn’t want to be judged by the media: The only female Formula 2 driver already sleeping around with other drivers.

Your whole body tensed up, panic overcoming you.

Even though you wanted to stay here in his arms, even though you liked the feeling of his body close to yours, you couldn’t breathe right now.

So you removed his arm from your waist rather ungently, freeing yourself from his blanket to stand up and frantically search his darkened room for your dress.

Fuck.

Where did Logan take it off of you?

It must’ve been here, right?

In your panicked state you didn’t realize that you’d woken Logan up.

He blinked and stretched, until he noticed you weren’t lying next to him but were currently pacing up and down his room.

“Y/n?”, he asked with a sleepy voice, running a hand through his hair.

You froze, cursing yourself for being so loud.

How the hell were you supposed to explain to Logan what was going on?!

“Um…hi. I…I was just looking for my dress...”, you stumbled over your words in the process of trying to find the right ones.

Logan looked at you long and hard, like his brain was trying to comprehend the events that got you here, in this situation.

Suddenly he was very aware again of what had happened last night: The two of you had crossed a line. But you were just too tempting, even now: standing in the middle of his room with messy hair and his oversized t-shirt.

Logan didn’t want to admit it, but you’d done something to him.

Something scary.

Something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Apparently you didn’t feel the same way he felt, though, because it was clear to see from your tensed up body language that you didn’t feel comfortable right now.

So he did the one thing he knew was best for his own heart: he nodded, slowly got up from the bed and handed you your dress wordlessly.

Apparently the panic had made you blind, because the dress had been lying in front of you the whole time.

“Listen, y/n. About yesterday…”, he started, not looking at you.

“Can we just skip the awkward part and pretend this never happened?”, he scratched the back of his neck nervously, knowing full well that he was lying to your face.

Maybe if he hadn’t been so focused on sounding believable, he would have noticed how your face fell for a brief second.

But when he looked at you again, you’d already had enough time to regain your composure. You swallowed.

“Um…sure. I was about to go now anyway..”, you replied, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. This was what you’d hoped for, right?

That Logan would reassure you this was just a one time thing.

Why did it hurt so much then?

You stood in front of each other hesitantly, the easiness from last night long gone now.

“Hello?”, you suddenly heard Dennis mumble in the kitchen.

Your eyes widened, mirroring Logan’s shocked expression.

You’d completely forgotten about your teammate.

“Answer him!”, you whisper-shouted to Logan, unsure whether you wanted Dennis to know you’d spent the night in Logan’s bed.

Logan went to the door with some quick steps, then he stepped out of his room before closing the door to leave you alone again.

“Hey, mate. How are you feeling?”, you heard Logan say to Dennis, who answered with a loud groan.

You would have laughed if you weren’t in such a bizarre situation right now.

You were unsure about a lot of things but there was one thing you were absolutely certain of: You’d have to forget this night with Logan ever happened.

Or else it would be impossible for you to move on and to continue racing against him.

So you changed out of his shirt and slipped back into your dress. Better to start cutting the ties to Logan right away.

“Where’s y/n? Did she get home safely?”, Dennis asked Logan on the other side of the door as you were just about to open the door.

You took a deep breath: you had to look as composed as possible.

If Dennis asked, you’d simply slept in Logan’s bed.

Nothing had happened.

When you heard Logan stumble over his words, unsure of what to answer, you opened the door and joined the two drivers in the kitchen.

Dennis’ hungover mind needed a minute to process the meaning of this, but when he finally realized, his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.

You hoped he wouldn’t say anything stupid now.

Logan cleared his throat nervously and quickly turned back to the coffee machine.

A steaming mug was already placed before Dennis, who sat around the kitchen table.

“Um….so what does this mean?”, Dennis asked, a cheeky grin tugging on his lips already.

You sat down in front of him, giving him your best death stare.

“Nothing. You were so blackout drunk that we couldn’t possibly have gone back to our place so Logan offered to let us sleep here.”, you shrugged, hoping you looked unfazed enough even though you were nervous as hell.

Dennis looked at you intently, trying to see through your facade.

“I don’t recall sleeping in Logan’s bed.”, he commented, and you knew he was trying to get a reaction out of you.

That’s when Logan sat another mug down in front of you and took the place next to you.

You narrowed your eyes at Dennis, ignoring Logan’s gaze on you.

“You probably don’t recall anything from last night.”, you bit back, regretting that you’d ever helped Dennis.

“Enjoying your headache?”, you asked in an overly sweet tone, smiling at Dennis dangerously.

Dennis sighed, taking another sip of his mug.

“Don’t remind me of it.”

Needless to say the morning was awkward. Dennis wallowed in self-pity over his hangover while you tried your best to avoid Logan’s eyes.

Dennis didn’t ask anymore questions about what had happened yesterday, but you were sure that he would bombard you with them once you’d left the apartment.

To top it all off, Liam made things even worse when he finally appeared from his room, wearing nothing but his boxers.

Only when Logan coughed, drawing attention to Dennis and you sitting around the table, did the Carlin driver notice you.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”, he asked, obvious confusion in his voice.

Dennis took the opportunity.

“That’s what I’d like to know as well.”, his gloating smile was directed towards you, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

That’s when Logan felt the need to say something.

“Let it go, Hauger. She needed a place to sleep after you almost threw up in our taxi.”

You stared hard at the coffee in your mug.

Liam laughed, Dennis raised his eyebrows.

“And that place was your bed?”, he wiggled with his eyebrow suggestively.

Only then did Liam realize what Dennis was implying. The Kiwi gasped.

“You slept together?!”

Logan rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. You just stayed silent, holding your breath.

“No, we did not. We just slept in the same bed, get over yourself.”, Logan snapped, and you took a big sip of your coffee to avoid looking at anyone.

Dennis grinned like a child on Christmas Eve.

He’d finally gotten a reaction out of one of you.

“But you slept together in the same bed, correct?”, Dennis exchanged a glance with Liam. The Carlin driver was invested now and leaned onto the kitchen table.

Logan threw his hands up in the air. “What part of we didn’t sleep with each other did you not understand?”

“Then why did you make her your favorite coffee?”, Liam shot back, nodding towards the mug in your hands.

Dennis’ eyebrows almost shot up to his hairline while Logan’s face turned red within seconds.

You looked at the coffee in your mug, then checked what was in Dennis’ mug: tea.

Not coffee.

Liam saw the confusion on your face.

“He brings his special coffee blend along to every race we go to. Thinks it brings him good luck or something…He never lets anyone else have some, not even me.”, he explained.

Your heart was beating way too fast by now.

Logan was a riddle you just couldn’t figure out.

Now the three of you looked at Logan, whose face got even redder.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”, he tried to defend himself halfheartedly, but Liam laughed and Dennis joined in his laughter. Traitor.

“Yeah, sure mate. And tomorrow you’ll sign with McLaren.”, Liam didn’t believe a word of what Logan had said.

You however didn’t know what to believe anymore. The facts were that Logan had told you himself that he wanted to forget about this.

You couldn’t imagine that he’d lie to you.

“We didn’t sleep with each other.”, you commented suddenly, making all three of their heads turn in your direction.

You avoided looking into Logan’s eyes when you spoke.

“I could never sleep with Logan. You know my type, Dennis.”, maybe you should have chosen your words more carefully, but maybe you just wanted some revenge, to hurt Logan the same way he had hurt you.

Liam failed to hold back a laugh, but at least he patted Logan’s shoulder to console him.

Dennis nodded in contemplation, then shrugged.

“Makes sense, I guess.”

When your eyes met Logan’s, you swallowed heavy.

He looked at you with the same hurt expression you had had on earlier when he told you to forget about everything.

“Thanks again…for letting us stay.”, you said as you stepped out of the apartment, turning around to Logan.

After Liam had teased Logan about his special coffee for another annoying few minutes, the Kiwi had gone back to bed and you and Dennis had decided it would be best to get back to your own apartment.

“Sure.”, Logan answered with a tight-lipped smile, his demeanor having changed drastically ever since you’d said he wasn’t your type.

You’d noticed it right way: How closed off he had gotten towards you, not looking at you anymore, instead focussing entirely on making conversation with Dennis.

But Logan had been the first of the two of you to say something hurtful, and you had simply returned the favor.

You went to go after Dennis, who was already trotting down the stairs slowly.

“Y/n..”, Logan stopped you, making you turn around to him again.

“I..I wanted you to know that-“

“Don’t worry about it. Last night is long forgotten… my lips are sealed. You should rather check to make sure Liam won’t tell anyone though, because he’s definitely figured it out.”, you interrupted him quickly, not wanting to hear whatever he had to say.

You were already hurt enough that the last night hadn’t meant as much to him as it did to you.

Logan pressed his lips together, his hand wandering to the back of his neck.

“Yeah..yeah, you’re probably right…I’ll see you in France then?”

You shrugged, not sure whether you could pretend that nothing had changed between you and Logan in front the dozens of cameras.

“Maybe. I’ll be pretty busy.”

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