hi! so i’ve decided to turn this into my random blog where i just post abt my likes and dislikes. i’m sure i’ll still post f1 content but the blog isn’t going to be based around it. sorry to you all, feel free to unfollow i understand <3
i ship other things but there is something to be said about Mel not understanding Santos' sarcasm so frequently that she just gives up and starts being genuine and honest with Mel to communicate & thereby suddenly bonds with her in ways she hadn't been able to with many other people
I absolutely loved that scene with Mel, Whitaker, and Santos at the paper shredder. It made me so happy to see her have a genuine interaction with them and having fun. I hate when they show her try to connect with the other people in The Pitt and they blow her off. But, that scene was just so cute.
description -> after colston has a little much to drink, he ends up at your place begging for your forgiveness. in the morning you both deal with the consequences of seeing each other for the first time in weeks, and things get a little handsy… (tags and warnings; angst, mention of y/n, both f and m get jealous and possesive, smut!minors dni, kissing between f and m, m receives handjob, f receives oral, lmk if i missed any! )
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angie’s notes; finally some angst! colston!!!!!!!!! loved writing this so much, apologies for the cough cough** teasing at the end, there will be a part two to this!!!!! 😽😼
“what the hell is going on here!” you whispered loudly, not wanting any more complaints from your neighbors. colston stood in front of yo,u being held up by caleb williams and austin booker. you hear him let out a gasp, immediately mumbling “baby! why are you still awake? it’s so late.” you let all three of them in, they gently put him on your couch, as you grab them each a cold water bottle, waiting in your kitchen.
“talk. now.”
“we all decided to go out to celebrate our win, and this one couldn’t hold back on his drink. some of the guys from the packers were somehow there, and he caused a scene y/n! he overheard one of them say something about you, we don’t know what exactly, but colston beat the shit out of him. after he got kicked out, he insisted we bring him here. we tried to gaslight him and attempted to take him back to his, but he opened the door in the middle of the highway. we had no other choice but to bring him here…”
you stare at them with wide eyes, looking back at colston, who rubbed his head. “it’s none of our business, but what happened?” caleb asked, noticing how you went immediately quiet, “we broke up a while ago; it just wasn’t working out between us. we fought a lot, and all the time, and over the stupidest things too. i think i had enough when he started to miss the big moments in my life.” caleb and austin share a look of pity, seeing the state of how you were still handling the breakup. “we’re sorry for coming here, especially at this time of night, but you know colston and how-”
“reckless, he can be? yeah, i know,” you share a laugh.
“we can take him it’s no worries,” caleb offered, yet all of you knew where that would lead, and being front page news wasn’t on your agenda for tomorrow. “i fear he will put up a fight again and you guys don’t deserve to go through that after dealing with him all night,” you said sincerely looking over to see colston looking at his hands. “if anything happens call us, don’t hesitate,” caleb says thanking you for the water as they approach the door wishing you a good night.
“hey, big guy, here, lean up so i can take a look at you.” colston melts immediately, eyes soft as he does what you say. he feels the warmth of your hands as they caress the small wound on his forehead, over his hands, and finally his lip. “drink this for me okay, i will be back with some antiseptic and bandaids.” you hand him a water bottle, along with some of his favorite cookies, knowing it safe since he was starting to sober up.
colston hears you step around your apartment, more aware of where he was at. he watches you lean down, cleaning off the dried-up blood with antiseptic soap and a wet cloth. he stares at you with intensity as you clean and care for him, his brown eyes never leave once, especially when you are inches away applying two butterfly band-aids on his left upper cheek. “why did you fight colston?” the stress in your voice makes him crumble.
“do you know lukas? please tell me you don’t,” he pleaded, grabbing your face gently. “lukas? the defensive end?” you squint your brows, confused, “i do know him, but not the way you’re thinking. we ran into each other literally a few days ago at a cafe. he asked for my socials, i gave him my instagram, but i’ve yet to open his dm. i’m not interested in anything and him,” you explained, seeing the mixed emotions overtake him.
he lowered his head, almost ashamed, “he came up to me saying all this shit, and obviously i didn’t believe him because i know my y/n, and you’d never do that. i couldn’t control it and lost it the moment he mentioned he-“ disgust shook upon him, not being able to say what he wanted, but you understood. “whatever he said, it isn’t true. i’d never do that to you, whether we’re broken up or not. but you hurting yourself, and him won’t fix things. you, out of all people, know that,” you nervously swallowed, having the courage to see his broken state.
he scoffed, a painful smile on his lips, “it’s been weeks, and i still refuse to believe we're not together anymore. weeks have passed, and i can’t stop thinking about you, how we left things, how every corner reminds me of you, and the look on your face when you left. it makes me sick. i was a coward and let you go when we both needed each other,” he said. he turned to face you, noticing your glossy eyes. “it was going to happen, and we both know it,” you stated.
“was it? i keep thinking of the what-ifs. what if i saw it sooner? what if we just went to sleep that night instead of arguing? what if i fought it sooner and manned up to tell you, to work things out? what if i had just realized i messed up, realized and owned it that i was in the wrong? what if it’s just a horrible nightmare, and when i wake up, you’re still there?” he stressed, tugging the roots of his hair. “colston, we can talk once you’re sober. right now you’re just saying things, okay?” you gave him a painful smile, watching how his head shook. “baby, i might have a few drinks on me, but i’d never lie to you, especially about my feelings. what i’m feeling right now is real and raw…”
“cmon let’s get you to bed,” he pleaded yet the sleepiness slowly started to take over. despite being out of it, he managed to change into sweats that belonged to him that still remained at you place. “stay with me,” he whispered grabbing your hand, fitting small against his larger one, pressing gentle kisses against your knuckles, relaxing deeply as he smelled your sweet scent from your pillow. “you know i can’t, just take deep breaths and go to sleep okay? i will be right down the hall,” you explained, noticing the pout on his lips before he fully knocked out, his breathing uneven but deep as you softly combed his hair.
the elephant stuffy kept you comfortable as you made your bed on the couch, fluffing up your pillow and even putting a blanket in the dryer to warm up. your mind drifted to the fact that your ex-boyfriend was currently sleeping in your room. his words haunting and causing chaos at your already unsteady heartbeat, making you have hope that there was a chance to fix things. yet, part of you wanted him to hurt, to make him feel what he put you through for so long. it wasn't fair, though it was the only way you could make him see it.
colston woke up with a headache he knew would last for days. the disoriented feeling returned, watching with groggy eyes his familiar surroundings. your plants, the iconic mirror in the corner, your candles, your collection of books, and the pictures of you and him still hung up. he uttered a small ‘shit’, rubbing his temples as he remembered everything from the night before. his insides churn in hunger, smelling the sweet and salty flavors coming from your kitchen. he glanced at your side of the bed, seeing the perfectly untamed area. the two ibuprofen and a cold water bottle were waiting for him, not thinking twice before downing both of them, then going to your restroom to brush his teeth.
“mornin’” he scruffed, walking into the kitchen slower than usual. “good morning, how’d you sleep?” colston heard you ask replying with a small shrug, watching you layout his breakfast along with his coffee. “you didn’t have to,” he said, seeing the small displeased look on your face. “i know i didn’t, but it would’ve gone to waste given i lost my appetite,” you replied rearranging the couch and folding the blanket you had used. he shut up, not wanting to say anything else. “we need to talk about last night,” he said as you returned to the kitchen, noticing you stiffen up at the thought.
“nothing happened. you came here obviously drunk, and i let you stay over. simple,” you said, knowing you were on the verge of breaking down. seeing him, especially unexpectedly, was tearing you apart. weeks later, you still felt the flutter in your chest when he looked at you, with the same devotion and warmth. it was a painful reminder of everything that had happened and how things between you now were as chaotic as they were. “really? we’re really doing that?” he perplexed, giving you a “are you serious?” look. “i’m not doing a single thing. i’m just recognizing how things happened. you said some stuff, and we left it as that,” you deadpanned.
“i might’ve been drunk, and i did say things i meant. are you going to pretend that i didn’t do that?” he questioned, watching as you continued to move around aimlessly. colston knew you, and you often did this when you were stressed or anxious. “i don’t know what you want from me, don’t you think i’ve had enough of your mind games? where were you when i needed to hear this when i left? you have no right to be jealous and do what you did,” you scolded. colston stood up, his breakfast long forgotten, walking to you where you stood next to your bookshelf and desk, “i wasn’t there that time, but i’m here now! i was stupid, i was a coward who couldn’t own up to, and i let you slip away because of my own actions. however, i can’t stop loving you,” he admitted.
you reacted quickly, ready to deny, “stop, stop-”
“i haven’t been home in weeks. i can’t stay there knowing i no longer see you, walking around in my shirts, in my study where you used to sit for hours reading your books, our bed which no longer has your scent, your makeup vanity still untouched, the plants you got knowing you’re not there to take care of them. i refuse to believe what we had is over,” colston clamored, his hands shaking as the feeling of losing you started hitting close to home.
“but it is over! you lost me already! you lost me the moment you didn’t give me the earned time and attention i deserved. you shut me out and pretended like i was a stranger, when i was your girlfriend, colston! people asked me about you, and yet i couldn't answer because you never opened up to me; you didn’t allow me to be let in. you humiliated me in front of my friends and peers, on one of the biggest nights of my career? do you know what that makes a woman feel? unappreciated and neglected. i know my worth, i have self-respect, and i left you before it got worse,” you exclaimed, watching the blood drain from his face.
“i saw that same look weeks ago, and if i did it the first time, i won't hesitate to do it again,” your shoulder brushed against his when you moved. “and do what? be with lukas?” he snarled. he was being stubborn and petty, his jealousy the biggest container of his words. “if i were then what? he looks like a great and amazing guy,” lies he gave you a weird vibe, “he's attractive, successful, what's wrong with him? you have no say in who i decide to date and be with,” you dared, crossing your arms. you saw the flicker behind his eyes, the jealousy slowly creeping into him, his jaw clenched as he swallowed repeatedly.
colston wasn’t the usual type to get jealous, but when he did, he showed his true colors, and part of you found it so attractive. it was the wrong time to be feeling that way; however, you wanted to see how far you could push his buttons. “maybe it won’t be lukas, perhaps another man i meet at my social events, or at my favorite bookstore, maybe even my workplace,” you were being messy, he knew it, yet he couldn’t deny it. there was a chance that it could happen; he could leave here today knowing that would be the outcome, and he forbade, “over my dead body,” he snarled. he moved with quick steps, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a messy kiss.
“no matter where you go, end up with i will always be there. you’re mine, y/n,” he deadpanned, tongue moving with yours. his arms carried you without effort, your back pressed against your couch, your lips never parting from his as you let out a small whine. “that’s right, baby, i wanna hear you. missed you so much, darlin’,” he groaned, leaning back to place kisses on every crevice of your jaw and neck. his hand was still holding your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze of appreciation. “every time, it’s every time you leave a mark on me, and i’ll never have enough,” he whispered between the messy kiss. he lowered his head down, being sure to kiss any inch available, pressing wet kisses that made you shiver when the cold air hit. his hands removed your silk pajamas, taking his time with your underwear, and then stuffed them into his pockets.
he moved between your legs, nails dug deep as he continued his wet trail all the way to your wet core, pulsating, awaiting his next moves. “no one can have you this way, no one but me,” he relished, his tongue slicking up your core in one swipe, hearing your loud moan. you could feel his warm tongue lap against your walls, sucking the bundle of nerves before placing small kitty licks in comfort. “always taste so fucking good, i won’t get enough”. he felt you squirm around, holding you down into place as he continued to lap your cunt, messily nose bumping into your clip as he gave your entrance attention, wanting to have you quivering.
he kissed the flesh of your thighs, looking up at your head thrown back as he moved two fingers in circles against your clit. as he leaned back up, his fingers traced down and pushed in gently into you, colston watching with a smirk on his lips as you arched your back in pleasure, hypnotized by his motions. he held himself up with one hand, being able to reach down and capture your lips into a fevered kiss. he felt the tremor and urgency in your hands as they roamed his chest down to his abs. he saw your eyes dilate, the small gulp, “can i touch you?p-p-please?” you asked innocently, watching how he went crazy, “fuck yes, i want to feel you,” he protested, “touch me. you have all of me, you always have and always will angel,” colston whimpered.
it felt like a sin, your skin on fire, as your nails raked, leaving a small red trail as your hand dug down into his sweats. colston trembled, sucking on your sweet spot. your hand palmed him, feeling him grow harder against your touch. you peppered small kisses on his shoulder, “tell me how much you missed me, colston,” you demanded, moving your hand down and up agains this growing shaft. “tell me how it feels after all this time.” this time, it was him who couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just mumbled, “it’s been so hard, angel, can’t live without you”.
your heart beat out of your chest; he wasn’t lying. he didn't lie last night or this morning; you just wanted him to work for it. his fingers sped up in a pace that had you seeing stars. you bit the skin of his shoulder, holding back the moans that wanted to be let out. “you come here, back into my life, drunk and jealous, but what about me. what about what i had to endure, seeing you with all those women? that girl from your hometown?” you said with a tone. “just like you don’t like when people touch what is yours, i feel the same,” one of your hands pulled him up and into a needy kiss.
“i missed you so much, colston,” you confessed, your hand kneading his cock to push him closer to the edge. he felt your walls tighten against his fingers; he curled them as they moved in and out of you “ i know you’re close for me, just beg for me,” he mandated, noticing your legs wanting to close, “nuh uh darlin’, keep em’ open for me.” your thumb brushed and moved in small circles on his sensitive tip “beg for you? you want me to beg for you after what you did? you got it all wrong,” you let out, noticing how he clenched his eyes close trying to hold back from coming on the spot.
a knock on your door startled both of you, letting out a small gasp. you looked at the door, then back at colston, who seemed to care less, “fuck whoever is out there, we're in the middle of something,” he attempted to kiss, but you pulled away, pushing his chest back as you retrieved and put on your shorts, hearing the disappointed sigh fall from colston's lips. you tiptoed to the door, looking through the peephole at who was outside. colston saw you tense up, sensing something was wrong, “who is it?” he asked, standing up in full protect mode.
“no! colston, it's okay! i can handle it!”
“who’s outside y/n?” he said deeply, the blood emptying from your body. whoever it was, you obviously didn’t want him to know, “no one important, just give me a few minutes and- then we can-” he didn’t hear you, gently pushing you behind him before unlocking the heavy brown door. his eyes roamed down and up, letting out a displeased scoff when he saw who stood cockily with a bruised face. lukas.
