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[peachyparkerr]

did you get your taste back? or do you just need a little love?

(zoe ⭑.ᐟ or zo bee) ༘⋆ twenty three, she/her, mdni, filipino american, romcom and romance novel obsessed lover-girl, superheros, challengers, overthinker, junk journal enthusiast, trinkets, overthinker, sanrio, jack abbot's girl <3 anything i write can be found under the tag #zoewrites <3, enjoy!

[peachyparkerr]

if i watch the odyssey and spiderman im afraid that tom holland will become my number one man again and i don’t know if that’s good for me

[loulouxox]

a woman has never been so lucky ..god irish and sexy at 50 AND big what the fuck do we do

[junezsq]

set it up

john logan x fem!reader

summary: the four times your friend group tried to set you up with logan, and the one time they find out you’ve been dating the entire time

established relationship

warnings: just pure sappy fluff, usage of y/n

word count: 4.2k

a/n: based on this request! i hope you like it :))

john logan masterlist off campus masterlist

── ᵎᵎ ✦

the funny thing about keeping your relationship with logan a secret was that neither of you had ever actually decided to.

if someone had asked during those first few weeks, you probably would’ve told them. there wasn’t anything scandalous about it. no reason to hide. nobody in your friend group would’ve cared beyond teasing the two of you for a while before eventually moving on.

it just… never came up.

the relationship itself had arrived so quietly that, looking back, neither of you could really pinpoint where friendship had ended and something else had begun.

after hockey season, you’d simply started spending more time together. study sessions that always seemed to run too late to justify walking back to your own dorm straight away. dinners that lasted twice as long as either of you intended because conversation came so easily with him. evenings spent wandering across campus without much destination in mind, filling the silence with the sort of conversations that only happened when neither person felt any pressure to keep talking.

somewhere between spring arriving and final exams looming over campus, he’d walked you back to your dorm after one of your study sessions like he always did.

the conversation had drifted off several minutes earlier, leaving only the sound of your footsteps against the pavement and the distant buzz of students enjoying one of the first genuinely warm evenings of the year.

you’d stopped outside your building. he’d looked at you for a moment before kissing you.

it hadn’t been particularly dramatic. there hadn’t been fireworks or declarations or some overwhelming certainty that everything had changed. it had simply felt… right.

afterward, logan had rubbed the back of his neck with the slightest hint of uncertainty before quietly asking if that had been okay. you’d kissed him again instead of answering.

that had been four months ago.

the next morning, you’d still met everyone for breakfast. logan had still sat beside you because he always did. you’d stolen fries from his plate because you always did. he’d walked you back to your dorm after classes because he always did.

the only real difference was that now, when nobody was looking, he’d steal a quick kiss before heading back across campus.

for a while, having something that belonged only to the two of you had been… nice.

your relationship existed outside everyone else’s opinions. there were no questions, no teasing, no constant interruptions every time one of you sat beside the other. it was just yours, tucked quietly into the spaces between lectures and late-night walks and evenings spent curled up together in your dorm.

eventually, though, the novelty faded.

more than once, one of you would look at the other and say, we should probably tell everyone.

the other would agree, but then someone would change the subject, or dinner would arrive, or you’d both forget. the conversation kept being postponed until it somehow became stranger to announce it than not to.

neither of you worried about it, because you assumed everyone would find out eventually. you just hadn’t anticipated it to take so long.

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garrett

practice had run longer than anyone wanted.

by the time coach finally called it, the sun had already started dipping behind the campus buildings, painting long shadows across the parking lot outside the arena. everyone was tired in that familiar, satisfying sort of way that followed a good skate. conversation came easier once helmets were off and sticks had been tossed carelessly into the back of trucks, the intensity of practice gradually giving way to the comfortable rhythm the team always seemed to settle into afterward.

logan adjusted the strap of his hockey bag higher on his shoulder as he stepped out of the rink. he’d texted you nearly an hour earlier.

logan: running late don’t wait if you’re hungry

you: too late already ordered enough fries for both of us x

he’d smiled to himself without really thinking about it.

logan: good

the parking lot had begun emptying by the time he started walking toward campus. several of the guys peeled off in different directions, climbing into cars or heading toward the hockey house, until eventually only garrett remained beside him since they had decided to carpool.

for a while, neither of them spoke. garrett, however, lasted about three more minutes until he felt the need to break the silence, “you know…”

logan glanced over. garrett shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, looking ahead as though the conversation wasn’t particularly important, “y/n’s cool.”

logan nodded once, “yeah.”

garrett continued walking, “i mean it.”

“i know.”

“she’s funny.”

another nod from logan, “she is.”he wasn’t entirely sure where the conversation was going yet.

people complimented their friends all the time. it didn’t seem especially noteworthy. garrett kept talking anyway, “she actually knows hockey.”

“yeah.”

“which is rare.”

logan thought about the number of times you’d sat through games you hadn’t understood at first, asking quiet questions until the rules gradually began making sense. now you caught missed penalties before half the people around you did. you’d been strangely pleased with yourself the first time that happened. he’d been pleased too, though.

“she’s easy to be around,” garrett said.

logan looked at him, “…she is.”

there wasn’t much point pretending otherwise; you were. conversation with you never felt forced, and silence didn’t either. most evenings, the two of you could spend hours together without either of you feeling the need to constantly fill the space between you. logan had never realised how rare that was until he’d found it.

garrett slowed slightly as they reached the crosswalk outside the arena and looked sideways at logan, “you should ask her out.”

the traffic light changed. logan waited for a car to pass before stepping off the curb, “oh, i already did.”

garrett laughed. not the polite sort of laugh people gave when they weren’t sure whether someone was joking. it was a genuine laugh, “yeah?”

logan frowned faintly, “yeah.”

“good one,” garrett laughed again.

for a second, logan wondered whether he’d said something wrong. then he realised garrett thought he was kidding, but before he could explain, garrett was already talking again, “seriously, though, i think you’d really like her.”

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hannah

you discovered hannah’s theory by the middle of the semester over afternoon coffee.

the two of you had escaped campus between lectures, ducking into della’s diner. it had become something of an unspoken tradition over the past year. whenever your schedules lined up, you’d spend an hour there together before heading back to class, talking about everything and absolutely nothing until one of you inevitably glanced at the time and realised you were already running late.

that afternoon was no different. hannah was halfway through describing one of garrett’s increasingly questionable cooking experiments when she paused.

her expression shifted ever so slightly. not dramatically, just enough that you’d learned to recognise she was about to say something she’d clearly been thinking about for a while.

she stirred her coffee absentmindedly before looking up, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, “always.”

her spoon clinked softly against the side of her mug, “have you ever thought about logan?”

thankfully, your coffee was already back on the table, otherwise, you suspected you might’ve dropped it. you blinked as you did your best to keep your expression neutral, “in what way?”

hannah shrugged one shoulder, “in a dating way.”

you hummed thoughtfully, lowering your eyes to your drink before she could read your face too closely, “why are you asking?”

she smiled to herself, “i don’t know.” which, coming from hannah, almost certainly meant she knew exactly why. she tucked one leg beneath herself in the booth before continuing, “i’ve just been watching you two.”

your heart gave the smallest, traitorous little skip. not because you thought she’d figured it out, but because she was far more observant than most people gave her credit for.

you’d spent the last four months being careful. never sitting too close when everyone else was around. never holding hands unless nobody could see. keeping kisses to empty hallways, quiet walks back to your dorm, and the brief moments before one of you inevitably headed home for the night.

you’d convinced yourself nobody had noticed and, for the first time, you wondered if maybe someone had.

hannah rested both hands around her mug, “he always ends up sitting beside you.”

you smiled faintly, “there’s usually a free seat.”

“maybe.” she shrugged, but she looked unconvinced, “but he always notices when you leave the room.”

you hadn’t realised anyone else had noticed that. it happened almost unconsciously; whether you were getting another drink, answering your phone, or stepping away to use the bathroom, his eyes almost always followed you for a second before returning to whatever conversation he’d been having.

he didn’t seem aware he was doing it and neither had you. until now.

hannah continued, counting quietly on her fingers, “he remembers everything you tell him.”

you opened your mouth to answer, but immediately closed it again. she wasn’t wrong.

logan remembered things. all sorts of things. the name of your favourite author after you’d mentioned it once in passing. which professor insisted on surprise quizzes every friday. how you always ordered extra fries but never ate the last one. the way you preferred your coffee. the fact that you hated walking across campus with wet socks after it rained.

he carried little pieces of information about you as though remembering them required no effort at all.

“and,” hannah added, smiling into her coffee now, “he always makes sure someone walks you home after group nights.”

this time, you couldn’t help smiling. not because she was wrong, but because she thought it was someone. she had no idea that, more often than not, the someone was logan himself.

you looked back at her, “you’ve thought about this a lot.”

she laughed softly, “a little.”

“a little?”

“okay.”she grinned, “more than a little.”

you shook your head, laughing under your breath, “so…”

hannah leaned forward just enough to rest her elbows on the table, “i think he likes you.”

you let the silence linger for a second. eventually, you took another sip of your coffee, “you think?”

she nodded immediately, “i’m almost certain.”

you traced absentminded circles around the rim of your mug, “i’ll keep that in mind.”

hannah smiled, clearly satisfied she’d done her part.

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dean

malone’s was busier than it had been when you’d first arrived; conversations overlapping beneath the steady hum of music drifting through the speakers. pool balls cracked together somewhere behind you every few minutes, punctuated by the occasional cheer whenever someone managed an unexpectedly good shot. every booth seemed occupied, and the warm scent of fried food lingered in the air long after the plates had been cleared away.

the eight of you had claimed the same corner booth you always seemed to end up in.

tucker and dean were arguing over something that had happened during practice earlier that afternoon. allie was attempting to convince hannah that dean had, in fact, exaggerated the entire story. garrett kept interrupting to make things objectively less accurate, while beau looked increasingly entertained the longer the argument continued.

logan sat quietly beside you, only contributing every now and then with the sort of dry comment that somehow made everyone laugh harder than the original story had.

the first round of drinks disappeared into a second. someone ordered fries for the table, garrett immediately claiming most of them.

eventually, dean pushed himself upright, “pool.”

nobody seemed particularly invested one way or the other, but everyone followed him toward the tables anyway.

there was a brief discussion about teams. mostly because dean insisted there needed to be strategy involved despite nobody else caring very much who they played with.

he looked around the group for a moment before pointing at you and logan, “you two, you’re together.”

a silent looked passed between the two of you, but neither of you questioned it, “alright.”

dean looked absurdly pleased with himself and you caught the expression immediately. logan, apparently, did not. he’d already reached for one of the cues leaning against the wall, turning it over once in his hands before offering it to you instead, “this one’s straighter.”

you accepted it automatically, “thanks.”

the game started. calling it competitive would’ve been generous. beau insisted dean wasn’t keeping score properly. dean insisted beau simply couldn’t count. garrett somehow managed to sink the cue ball twice within five minutes. allie laughed so hard she almost missed her own turn.

you weren’t especially good at pool. you’d played often enough to understand the rules, but accuracy remained … inconsistent. halfway through the game, you leaned over the table, squinting down the cue as you tried to line up a shot that looked considerably easier in theory than it did in practice.

you adjusted your grip. then adjusted it again, but something still felt wrong.

before you had the chance to rethink it a third time, logan stepped quietly beside you. he didn’t say anything straight away. instead, he looked from the cue to the angle of your arm before gently reaching for your hand, “here.” his voice stayed low enough that only you heard it. his fingers shifted yours slightly higher along the cue, “you’re holding it too tight.”

his hand was warm and steady against yours. he moved your wrist barely half an inch before stepping back again, his attention returning to the table as though nothing particularly noteworthy had happened, “try that.”

you did and suddenly the ball rolled neatly across the felt. two seconds later, it disappeared cleanly into the corner pocket. you stared after it, “huh.”

logan’s mouth lifted at one corner, “better.”

“little bit,” you smiled despite yourself.

across the room, dean noticed the entire interaction. he leaned sideways toward allie, “see?”

allie followed his gaze, “what?”

“chemistry.”

she looked back toward the two of you. logan was already focused on the table again while you circled around the opposite side, trying to decide which shot came next.

“i think he just helped her,” she knitted her brows as she looked back at the blonde.

“exactly.”

“you’ve become weirdly invested in this.”

“i just think they’d be good together,” he shrugged.

she smiled to herself, “they would.”

by the time the game ended, nobody seemed entirely sure who had actually won. dean claimed it had been your team, but beau disagreed loudly, and garrett insisted the score had become irrelevant after someone accidentally knocked two balls off the table.

eventually, everyone gave up trying to work it out.

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allie

chairs scraped against the wooden floor as people stood, conversations overlapped while jackets were pulled on, and someone inevitably realised they’d forgotten to close their tab just as everyone else reached the door. after a few hours, the evening had settled into the comfortable kind of tiredness that came from spending too long laughing with people you genuinely enjoyed being around.

outside, the air had cooled considerably.

the streets were quieter than they’d been when you’d arrived, most of the foot traffic now made up of students wandering back toward campus in small groups. the lights from the bars spilled across the sidewalks, catching against puddles left behind by an afternoon shower and turning them gold.

everyone lingered outside for a minute or two, deciding who was walking where.

dean and allie had parked across the street, garrett and hannah were already arguing over whether they had enough food left at the hockey house to avoid another late-night grocery run, and beau and tucker had somehow wandered into an entirely separate conversation before anyone else had finished saying goodbye.

you slipped your arms into your jacket, only half paying attention.

“i’ve got to head this way,” you said absentmindedly, nodding toward the opposite side of campus, “my dorm’s clear across the other end.”

before anyone could answer, allie looked toward logan who was stood beside you, “logan, can walk you back, right?”

the suggestion landed so naturally that nobody questioned it. logan didn’t hesitate, “yeah.”

you caught the smile dean tried, and failed, to hide. it lasted barely a second before he looked away, but you’d seen it. you knew exactly what he thought had just happened.

allie, on the other hand, looked entirely unconcerned. if she had any ulterior motive, she hid it considerably better than dean ever could. she simply smiled at you, wished you both goodnight, and climbed into the passenger seat of dean’s truck.

one by one, everyone drifted away. before long, only you and logan remained standing beneath the glow of the streetlights outside malone’s, “ready?”

you nodded, “ready.”

the walk back toward campus began in easy silence. you’d discovered early on that neither of you felt any pressure to speak simply because there was empty space to fill. sometimes one of you started talking after a few minutes. sometimes neither of you did. either way, it never felt awkward.

the sidewalks were damp beneath your feet, carrying the faint scent of rain and warm pavement. somewhere across campus, music drifted lazily through the night air before disappearing again as you turned down a quieter path lined with trees.

logan matched his pace to yours without seeming to think about it. he always walked slightly slower when he was with you. not enough that anyone else would notice, but just enough that you never had to hurry to keep up.

you’d made it halfway across campus before you finally smiled to yourself. logan glanced over, “what?”

you shook your head, “i think everyone’s trying to set us up.”

he blinked, “what?”

“garrett, hannah, dean, and now allie,” you gestured vaguely behind you, toward the direction of malone’s, “they’re trying to get us together.”

logan was quiet. you watched him think, his gaze dropping briefly toward the pavement as he replayed the last few weeks in his head. you almost saw the moment everything clicked into place, “oh.”

you smiled, “there it is.”

he looked back at you, “they are trying to set us up.” another few steps passed before he spoke again, “i didn’t notice.”

“i know.”

he rubbed absently at the back of his neck as he chuckled, “i thought garrett was just being friendly.”

you returned the laugh, “he was.”

“…and dean?”

“less subtle.”

“huh.”his expression settled somewhere between thoughtful and faintly amused. for another minute, neither of you said anything. then, quietly— “that’s kind of nice.”

you looked at him, “what is?”

“they like you,” his mouth twitched and the smile that appeared was small enough that most people would’ve missed it entirely.

you didn’t, though. you never did.

the path narrowed as you approached your dorm, forcing the two of you a little closer together. your shoulder brushed his once, then again a few steps later.

the building came into view not long afterward, its windows glowing softly against the dark campus.

you stopped near the entrance and for a moment, neither of you spoke. the night had settled comfortably around you, carrying the distant sounds of laughter from somewhere across campus. “thanks,” you said.

logan looked at you, “for what?”

“walking me home.”

he seemed almost surprised by the question, “always, you know that”

the answer came so simply. as though there had never been another possibility.

something warm settled quietly in your chest. you stepped a little closer, close enough that nobody looking out from the dorm windows would’ve noticed anything unusual. your fingers briefly caught the sleeve of his hoodie, “i know.”

his hands found yours for the smallest moment, hidden between the two of you. he gave them one gentle squeeze before slowly leaning closer to place a soft kiss against your lips, “night.”

you smiled as you breathed out a quiet“night.”

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the hockey house was unusually quiet that evening. someone had left a hockey game playing on the television more out of habit than genuine interest, and dean and garrett were arguing half-heartedly over something that had happened during practice while tucker scrolled aimlessly through his phone.

allie and hannah occupied opposite ends of the couch, comparing notes for a class neither of you had been unfortunate enough to take.

logan had disappeared upstairs twenty minutes earlier to shower after practice.

you’d made yourself comfortable in the corner of the couch with one of your textbooks balanced across your knees, though you’d spent considerably longer reading the same paragraph than actually understanding it.

your attention drifted every few minutes. sometimes toward the television. sometimes toward whatever dean was complaining about now. sometimes… toward the staircase.

you heard footsteps before you looked up and logan appeared a second later, still rubbing a towel absently through his damp hair. he’d changed into gray sweats and a faded briar hoodie, the sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms. his hair was still slightly damp around the edges, curling faintly where it hadn’t quite dried yet.

your eyes lifted from the textbook almost automatically.

the smallest smile appeared the moment he noticed you. he wandered into the living room, only half paying attention to whatever dean was saying.

as he drew closer, you noticed one of the hoodie strings had twisted itself awkwardly beneath the collar.

without thinking—

completely, utterly without thinking—

you held out your hand, “logan.”

he stopped beside the couch, “hm?”

“come here.”

he stepped closer immediately. not because you’d sounded particularly serious. simply because you’d asked.

you reached up, gently tugging the twisted drawstring free before smoothing the collar flat against his chest. the fabric had folded awkwardly beneath the hood, so you fixed that too, “there.”

logan glanced down briefly, “thanks.”

you brushed one last damp strand of hair away from his forehead before letting your hand fall. the movement had become so instinctive over the past few months that neither of you gave it a second thought.

logan certainly didn’t, because he leaned down to press a brief kiss against your forehead before dropping onto the couch beside you. his hand found yours beneath the blanket draped across your lap with the same unconscious ease he’d done it a hundred times before.

it took several more seconds before you realised the room had gone completely silent.

you looked up to find that dean had stopped talking mid-sentence, garrett still held an unopened bag of chips in one hand, hannah was looking between the two of you with an expression that suggested several months’ worth of observations had suddenly rearranged themselves into one very obvious conclusion, allie blinked only once, and beau looked at each face in turn, then at you, then at logan. the corners of his mouth started twitching.

logan followed your gaze around the room, “oh.”

you looked at him, “shit, we forgot.”

dean found his voice first, “what.”

neither of you answered immediately. mostly because there didn’t seem to be much else to say.

you and logan looked at each other before you finally closed your textbook and set it carefully on the coffee table, “we’re dating.”

silence. dean blinked, again, “what.”

“logan and i are dating.”

another pause and garrett frowned, “since when?”

this time, logan answered, “about four months.”

garrett slowly lowered the bag of chips onto the coffee table as though any sudden movement might somehow change what he’d just heard, “four months.”

logan nodded, “yeah.”

garrett looked genuinely wounded, “i told you to ask her out.”

“i know.”

“you were already dating.”

“yeah.”

garrett stared at him, “why didn’t you tell me?”

logan frowned slightly, considering the question with complete sincerity, “well, you didn’t ask.”

beau made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a cough. dean ignored him completely as he looked between you and logan, “hold on.”he pointed accusingly between the two of you, “the pool game.”

you looked at him, “what about it?”

“i put you two together.”

“you did.”

“because i was trying to set you up,” he voice raised slightly as he spoke, obviously in complete disbelief.

“we know.”

“you knew?”

you nodded and dean looked personally offended, “the walk home from malone’s.”he turned toward allie, “you literally asked him to walk her home.”

allie slowly covered her face with one hand, “oh my god.”

you smiled apologetically, “he’d actually been walking me home for months.”

allie let out a quiet groan, “we spent an entire semester trying to get these two together.”

another beat of silence passed. then beau finally gave up trying to hold it in. his laugh echoed through the living room, loud enough that dean shot him an unimpressed look before the sound became contagious.

garrett started laughing next. then tucker. even hannah eventually shook her head, smiling into her coffee, “to be fair,” she said, “i did tell her i thought logan liked her.”

you laughed, “you did.”

hannah looked at you, “you could’ve said something.”

“…probably.”

dean threw both hands into the air, “probably?!”

you couldn’t help but smiling, “it was kind of funny.”

dean stared, “funny??”

then beau laughed even harder. dean dropped backward onto the couch with the sort of dramatic resignation usually reserved for championship losses, “i cannot believe,” he muttered, rubbing both hands over his face, “i spent four months accidentally rooting for a relationship that already existed.”

logan gave him a sarcastic smile, “hey, thanks.”

dean groaned loud enough for the entire house to hear, which only made everyone laugh harder.

through the middle of it all, unnoticed by everyone except you, logan’s fingers tightened gently around yours beneath the blanket, and when you looked around the room and found everyone still laughing at dean’s expense, you realized there wasn’t any reason to hide it anymore.

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[peachyparkerr]

i have never seen the handmaids tale, but i started watching the testaments and it’s actually pretty interesting. anyone else watch it?

[staytrueblue]

shawn hatosy at 24 and 50

[peachyparkerr]

me about to be 24 thinking him at 24 gives cutie boy next door but also buys you a drink at the bar and makes sure u get home ok and u invite him in, but then him at 50 he’d hit on you and id lowkey let him even if i think old men hitting on me at bars are sleazy!

[222col]

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 . . . 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐 .ᐟ

introducing . . . the PITT characters as FORMULA ONE DRIVERS.

⌗𝟑𝟑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐒 【 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟔 𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍

the reigning world champion. 4 wdcs. 71 race wins. 129 podiums. fuck you! mentality. hothead. red bull's it girl.

⌗𝟏𝟔 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍 【 𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐏 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟓𝟓 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐄

the face of ferrari. 9 race wins. 53 podiums. racings in his blood. self-critical. calm and collected ( for the most part. )

⌗𝟒𝟒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐓 【 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐒 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟔𝟑 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍

the greatest of all time. 7(⁸) wdcs. 106 race wins. 207 podiums. ruthless. still got a point to prove. humble ( off the track ).

⌗𝟖𝟏 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 【 𝐌𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟒 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍

no ones second driver. 9 race wins. 28 podiums. calmest driver on the grid. collected. not one to sit back for his teammate.

⌗𝟒𝟑 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐈 【 𝐁𝐖𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟏𝟎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙

everyones favourite rookie. 0 race wins. 0 podiums. fan favourite. racing brain. ready to prove herself.

⌗𝟐𝟑 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 【 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟐 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐙

the driver everyone's rooting for. 0 race wins. 2 podiums. underrated. team player. waiting for her turn.

⌗𝟖𝟕 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 【 𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐒 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟑𝟏 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐈

the circuit sweetheart. 0 race wins. 0 podiums. second season and counting. determined. heading to the top.

⌗𝟑𝟎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 【 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟒𝟏 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐇

claiming her spot. 0 race wins. 0 podiums. not an easy ride. master of defense. ready to jump in at a moments notice.

⌗𝟏𝟒 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 '𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘' 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 【 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐂𝐎 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟏𝟖 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

he's still got it. 2 wdcs. 32 race wins. 106 podiums. uncompromising. always comes crawling back. respected.

⌗𝟐𝟕 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐀𝐘 【 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟏𝟎 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐄

she's fierce on track. 0 race wins. 1 podium. unforgiving. can't knock her down. grateful for her spot.

⌗𝟕𝟕 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈 【 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐂 】 » 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 : #𝟏𝟏 𝐘𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐀

she's here to stay. 10 race wins. 67 podiums. the new team in town. misunderstood. not here to make friends.

[sammy-bryant]

[groovyangelkisses]

being titus' favorite cartgirl at the danforth golf course in the summer⋆˖°🏌🏼‍♀️⚘.˚⛳⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

mixing his gin tonic while he tugs on your ponytail and asks you who else you've served today. "were they nice? respectful?" "yes sir!" you chirp in response and he's smirking beneath his round glasses.

titus loves to publically toe the line, too. you're leaning over your cart to put some ice in his cup and he's using the tip of his five iron club to lift up your skirt in the slight breeze. tilting his head to see up your skirt, he looks pleased when you squeal and giggle. "just checking to see if you're in uniform, sweets"

the "uniform" being the danforth crested thong he slipped into your tip jar last week <3

[peachyparkerr]

oh i like this

[annebronte-deactivated20210628]

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

[traumatized-tiefling]

A thing I really appreciate about supergirl is that Kara is never shown to be pretty. Yeha she is pretty regardless because they casted milliy fucking alcock but the never show her to be put together. They let her be messy. They let her be rude. They let her fuck up. Every time we see strong confident women in media they are always wearing the tightest bodysuit and look beautiful even when they have been beaten to shit. Not here. Every scene Kara is in she looks like a car had run over her. And they don't "transform" her and make her look prettier by the end to show that she has started to heal. Nah they keep her like that and they change how she acts. I love supergirl.

[peachyparkerr]

kissed on the first date for the first time which is so unlike me but maybe i just need to kiss random people now so it’s not scary

[motelbabyydoll]

i’ve been quite literally ADDICTED to ‘A Moth To A Flame” by The Weeknd and i was wondering if you’d be interested in writing something inspired by it? with it including reader, robby, and jack from The Pitt :) i LOVE your writing btw<3

cw: slight angst, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, age gap A/n: Thank you soso much for enjoying my writing!! Can you believe I didn't know the song before I got this ask??...but, walk with me, anon...

You got with robby when you were too young to know better, too young to wait for anything better. Truthfully, you didn't believe there was anything better out there. So you moved in with him, got engaged, married. The whole nine yards.

Somewhere along the way, things became comfortable. Predictable. He stopped looking at you with want, and started looking at you as if you had always been there. Maybe that wasn't fair. Maybe that's what happened after years together. Maybe he had finally realized you were too young, he was too old, you would never be in the same phase of your lives, so why even try? Maybe you were just as guilty of it.

And Jack was there for you, he apologized for his friend's behavior, he knew robby just like you did, and he got to know you just as well. He was caring, and funny, he would notice when you changed your hair, comment on it, on how beautiful you looked. And he was handsome, sure, but you would never act on whatever instinct was pulling you towards him...and, if you did, Jack would never reciprocate, he would be appalled...right?

But, it wasn't cheating if your clothes were on, or that's what he said when you crawled onto his lap on the couch—Robby’s couch, the one he picked out, where he watched football on Sundays and read with your feet in his lap.

But Robby wasn't home, he was at some stupid conference and hadn't called in three days, so you couldn't really bring yourself to think about him, about his hands and his voice, so much meaner than Jack's. You tried to picture Robby. The last conversation you'd had. The rushed goodbye at the airport. The distracted kiss against your temple.

And sitting in the dimly lit room, late at night, with Jack telling you how beautiful you were, how you deserved so much better, it became easy to pretend this wasn't what it looked like.

It wasn't cheating when he moved your hips against his, when he helped you grind against the hard line of his cock, because your lips weren't touching. Even if you really wanted to feel the firm press of his mouth against yours, even if you wanted to feel the sting of his teeth against your warm skin, even if you wanted to suck on his lips and tongue.

"None of this has to mean anything if you don't want it to..." He whined against your cheek, as if it hurt him to say it.

You wanted it to mean something, you needed to be cared for like this. But you couldn't bring yourself to say that, so you kept yourself a breath away from him. Even when his thick fingers rubbed at the wet patch of fabric in your panties, to then slip right under them.

"Tell me to stop, beautiful." He stilled his fingers right against your slit.

"Don't...don't want you to stop, Jack..."

That was all the confirmation he needed before he was pushing two of his thick fingers into your sopping hole, making you moan out in pleasure, all thoughts of your husband now gone, replaced with Jack. But it wasn't cheating, as long as he didn't put it in, so he would fuck you on his fingers.

But it wasn't thaaat bad if he just put the tip in, right? He wanted to feel you, needed to. So you let him slide the tip in, and Jack had to fight every instinct that told him to push all the way in, because he wasn't the type of guy to do this, but he couldn't hold himself back with you, not when you were panting against his shoulder and begging him to please fuck you. He shouldn't.

But then you said something about how it's only cheating if he cums inside, and his whole body went rigid. Jack had morals, rules he abided by, but your warm, wet cunt around his tip was making it hard to think of those then. His hands trembled where they gripped your hips. He could pull away now, apologize for whatever lapse in judgement had him like that...or he could sink in deeper, just an inch more, and see how far he could take this. And if it was cheating, oh, well...you both could keep a secret.

For a heartbeat, Jack went completely still inside you, his cock throbbing at how good it felt despite everything screaming that this was wrong. He could pull back right now. Say something like "We shouldn't do this." Stand up and walk away with only minor damage done, and he was about to, before you clenched around him, and all rational thought he could have had disappeared.

He pushed all the way inside you in one swift motion, lips hovering right over yours, panting. He would not cross that line, a kiss was too romantic, he was only...helping you out, you were pent up and tired. Really, he was helping Robby not have to deal with this later. Or so he told himself.

The first thrust was slow because the sensation hit him like a truck. You were warm and tight around him, your body adjusting perfectly to his size… and it nearly made his eyes roll back. But he was quick to pick up a rhythm once you had adjusted.

Sweat beaded at his temples, you wanted to reach out and lick it clean, but that was much too close to kissing, and if you kissed Jack there would be no way back.

Every snap of his hips was loud in the quiet apartment. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off yours and Robby’s stupid living room walls, the squelching noise coming from where you completely sucked him in...the couch creaked under your combined weight, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Jack's muscles tensed with every thrust: abs flexing, biceps straining where his arms braced on either side of you, completely lost in the feeling now. Panting and whining at your ear, lips almost brushing your cheek.

And then your legs instinctively wrapped around him and pulled him even deeper, changing the angle just enough to make a rough groan tear out of his throat, and jack couldn't hold it in anymore.

“Jack…I’m so close.” You whined against his cheek.

“I know, I know, sweetheart…I’m right behind you— fuck”

And he was spilling hot ropes of cum inside you, getting as deep as he could, just as you hit your peak. Right then nothing else mattered, only Jack and his hands, hands that were all over your hips and waist, moving up your chest to grab at your tits; his lips that were so close to yours now. And, well, limits were made to be broken, so you let him kiss you, let his tongue swipe over yours, let his arms hold you.

The following night, Robby would come home and you would have to pretend like none of this had happened, like you weren’t thinking about Jack’s arms, or lips, or cock when you were in your husband’s arms.

But for now you let yourself go limp beside Jack, let him tell you how long he’d wanted to feel you, how much he loved and cared for you. How this would be your little secret.

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[that-student-that-has-homework]

do you guys ever follow a writer and go: man I wish they'd write for [insert character name here]?

writers are you ever curious what kind of writing your readers would want to see more of from you?

Readers: Go on anonymous (or don't) and let writers know what characters / genres

"Hey! I thought it would be really cool if you wrote for [insert character / genre name here]"

Writers: reblog if you've ever been curious!

[gaptoothluv]

Lucky Campers

pairing: steve harrington x henderson fem reader summary: when you and all of your friends go on a camping trip, it's proving difficult for you to keep your hands off of Steve Harrington, your best friends ex and your brothers best friend. sneaking into his tent should be fine, what's the worst that could happen? wc: 7.9k warnings: explicit 18+ (minors dni), secret relationship, oral (f recieving), public sex (i guess, they're in a tent), fingering, nipple play, bit of dry humping

“I swear to god, Steve. I seriously don’t know how many times I have to tell you,” You huffed from the passenger seat of Steve’s beamer, turning your head to glance at him over your shoulder. Your finger dramatically hits the comically large paper map that you’re trying to hold straight with your other hand. “We should’ve taken that right, we’d be there by now.”

“Oh, whatever.” He mumbles in frustration, and you watch Steve’s eyes glance at the paper then back onto the road. He shifts awkwardly in his seat, his elbow leaning against the open window frame, the sound of the car driving 70 miles per hour causing the map to flap around in your hand. 

“For fuck sake, can you shut that damn window?” You whine, dropping the map to your lap and attempting to push the hair out of your face. Steve tuts from next to you, reaching down to wheel it up but still leaves it open slightly. 

Dustin sighs dramatically from the backseat, the sound of his head thumping against the window causes you to turn your body to look back at him. “Can you guys give it a rest? This is going to be a long weekend if all you two do is argue.” 

Robin nods in agreement from next to him, her teeth making a dent in the bright red Twizzler she’s got hanging out the side of her mouth. “Yeah, I’m starting to get a headache.” Her voice mumbles around it, you purse your lips slightly before settling back in your seat. 

“We’re not arguing, we’re fine. Right, Steve?” You tilt your head over at him offering him your brightest smile. He glances over at you with a frown, his eyes flicker down to the upturn of your lips and you watch as a small smile breaks out against his own. 

He clears his throat gently as he nods whilst pulling his eyes away from you, adjusting his hands on the wheel as he looks out onto the long stretch of road ahead of you. “Right. We’re just fine.”

You’ve always said that younger brother Dustin was very lucky. He was a bubbly, compassionate kid who had a bunch of wonderful people around him. You’d practically grown up with Mike, Will and Lucas yourself as they were either at your house or you were chauffeuring Dustin to their house. 

Naturally, you’d formed a close friendship with Nancy Wheeler. She’d walk Mike over to your house and end up hanging out with you in your room, watching Sixteen Candles on repeat whilst you gossiped about whatever happened to be going on that week at school.

Even when she started dating Steve, she’d always do her best to involve you, inviting you to parties held by someone you wouldn’t give a second glance to in the hallway, or invited over to Steve’s house when they’d hang out with his friends, Tommy and Carol. 

You always thought that Steve didn’t take much notice of you, that he saw you as Nancy’s friend who was always tagging along, you also thought he pegged you for kind of having a loud mouth. But, you thought Steve was nice enough at the time. You could tell he was very much in love with Nancy but he did hang around with a few assholes, ultimately rubbing off on him. 

But you could tell just from being around him that he thought a lot about what people thought of him, that there was a lot more beneath the surface of Steve Harrington than that mop of gorgeous hair. 

When they inevitably broke up and Nancy started dating Jonathan, you honestly felt bad for Steve. That bright sparkle in his smile dimmed as he sauntered around school, you even noticed him hanging around your brother and his friends a lot more, which you deemed  strange at first. Hanging out with your ex-girlfriends younger brother? But really, it wasn’t any of your business, you just chalked it to him feeling a bit lost.

But soon you noticed a change in Steve. If he wasn’t at work, he’d be hanging out with Dustin. He’d always pick him up in a timely manner and drop him home at late hours of the evening, and you’d have to sit and pretend to listen about the movie they’d just seen or the insane run in the arcade that Steve had. 

Over time, Steve’s name became the most spoken word in the Henderson household. There’d even been a few times your Mom had invited him in for dinner, for some reason beginning to feel like part of the furniture. 

And after some more time, Steve was becoming less your best friend’s ex-boyfriend, and more a friend of your own. So naturally, between you knowing half the party since they were kids and the rest being your own friends your own age, and everyone dabbling between either your house or the Wheelers, you were the next addition to the group. 

The plan for the camping trip bubbled up in conversation when you, Nancy and Robin were walking home from the movies. Robin had come up with the idea of going away for a weekend, just the three of you, before you all went off to college. And you, stupidly, mentioned it in front of Dustin who took it upon himself to invite Mike, Will, Lucas and Steve. 

You’d all planned that Nancy was driving the others up, with Jonathan, and they probably were already there considering your ‘scenic’ detour. Definitely not because of Steve’s inability to follow your directions. 

The beamer crumbled across the rocks leading up to the campsite, where Nancy was already standing there happily waving you over. The sound of Dustin laughing at Mike and Lucas attempting to pitch their tent barreling into your ear, whilst Will was helping Jonathan to unload the car. 

Before Steve could even put the car in park, you’d unbuckled your seatbelt and leapt out of the door. You heard Steve telling you off behind you, but his voice faded into the distance as you were already making your way over to Nancy, throwing your arms around her like you hadn’t seen her yesterday. 

“You finally made it!” She laughed into your hair, her hand rubbing at your back gently before you pulled away. 

You made a face, tilting your head in Steve’s direction as your hands found their place on your hips. “Yeah, eventually. Someone doesn’t know how to read a map.” “How am I supposed to read a map and drive?” Steve said as he walked up to you, falling short just behind you which caused you to turn yourself to look at him. “It was your job to read out the directions, but you were too busy chattin’ away to Robin the whole damn way.” 

His hands fell to his own hips, mirroring your stance without realising. Your eyebrows furrowed gently as he spoke, you didn’t hear Nancy huff out a sigh from behind you and make her way over to help Robin grab the stuff from the car. “Don’t be a dick, Harrington. I was telling you the directions, you were too busy staring at yourself in the mirror to hear me.” 

As Steve opened his mouth to bite back, Dustin stropped his way over, your pink backpack slung over his shoulder as he stood beside you both. “Seriously, you guys. Enough. I’m not lugging your shit from the car so you can stand here and argue.” 

Your shoulders softened as he spoke, reaching your hand out to grab your backpack from Dustin. “Alright, Dust, I’m sorry. We’ll be good, promise.” You threw it over your shoulder, throwing Steve another grin before wandering over to Robin and Nancy.

It’s not that you and Steve argued a lot, because it wasn’t really arguing. Just a difference of opinion, on a lot of things. 

The campsite was a beautiful spot out by the lake that you used to come to on vacations when you were a kid. The water sat at the bottom surrounded by mountains, perfect for hiking and getting a breath of fresh air. There were a few other families here, dotted around the site, an area of picnic tables and even a few private showers. 

You and Robin were sharing a tent, Nancy and Jonathan too, Mike and Will, and Dustin and Lucas. Steve was the only one with his own tent, claiming that he wanted the space. And after a few hours, the group had perfected the campsite.  

The tents were slightly scattered around, Robin and Dustin claiming that your campsite would be bigger if you’re all technically taking up more space. You all worked together to pitch the tents, and set up all your camping chairs around the firepit that was supplied for you. 

As the sun was beginning to settle over the heights of the trees, Jonathan and Mike were standing by the portable grill that you’d brought preparing dinner for you all when you ducked over to your tent to grab your towel. 

“I’m just gonna head for a shower before we eat, wanna wash off the drive.” You told Robin and Nancy, they nodded gently up at you before they resumed their conversation. 

When you arrived at the showers, they were more like an array of wooden boxes with an old, untrustworthy shower hanging from the top panel with just a wooden door for some privacy. When your hand slipped to the handle, you heard a shuffle through the grass behind you. 

“Hey,” Steve spoke gently, not wanting to startle you. You turned yourself to face him, dropping your hand from the door as he made his way to you. “I’m sorry about earlier, shouting at you and stuff. Your directions were fine.” 

A small laugh fell past your lips as you nodded up at him, “Yeah, I know they were fine,” You watched him roll his eyes, but the smile across his lips told you it was only playful. “I’m sorry too.”

His hand dipped into his pocket, the other coming up to swipe across his chin as he turned over his shoulder. The laughter of the group was muffled by the distance and the fire from your campsite was barely visible through the trees, when he turned to look at you he tilted his head to follow him. 

He wandered around to the other side of the showers, turning the corner so the two of you were now out of sight from the rest of the group. When you appeared next to him, his hands found your hips with ease, pulling you into him before you realised what was happening. 

Steve’s soft lips found yours in a frenzy, capturing your own between his as one of his hands slid to hold the back of your head, his knuckles pressing into the wooden wall as he pressed into you. The towel dropped from your grip, your hands flying up to grab onto his biceps for support, sighing into the kiss as he pushed you against the wood of the shower cubicle. 

“God, I missed you so much.” He panted against your lips, his spare arms slipping around your middle to pull you closer to him. 

A happy sigh huffed from your lips against his, your body pressing into his like you’re meant to be there. Your fingers squeezed at the swell of his arms, your lips pressing a kiss to his before whispering gently. “It’s only been a few hours, Steve.” 

“Tell me about it.” He whined against you, his grip on your waist tightening with a soft squeeze as you giggled against his lips, melting into him as his tongue swiped across your lower lip. 

Something about you and Steve that none of the others knew, you’d been seeing each other for the last few months. 

It started one night in the spring, Steve had come to the house to pick up Dustin who’d surprisingly forgotten about their plans. You felt bad, you remembered thinking there was something kind of cute about the way he stood there on your doorstep with his hands shoved in his pockets, that small crinkle between his eyebrows present as he looked at you.  So, you invited him in to finish watching the movie you’d just started. The two of you ended up talking all night without even realising, and something changed from that moment on. 

He started calling the house more, most of the time Dustin would answer but when you’d hear through the walls that Steve had hung up minutes later, you’d pick up the phone and call him. You’d fall asleep on the phone, wake up in the morning to his soft snores in your ear. 

A few weeks ago, he asked you out on a proper date. You told your Mom that you were going out with your friend Lucy, and to avoid anyone’s gaze, Steve took you to Lover’s Lake and brought the two of you a picnic. 

He’d asked you oh so nicely to sit in the car with your eyes closed when he pulled up. You smiled to yourself at the sound of him shuffling to and from the car, and it only grew when you felt his hand across your eyes to ensure you weren’t peeking. He grabbed your hand with his spare, guiding you out of your seat and a short walk before he finally let you see. 

Your heart swelled as your eyes laid on the blanket that he’d laid out, a bunch of flowers resting next to a picnic basket in the corner of the blanket. He’d made all of your favourites, things that you didn’t even realise he’d known you’d liked. He’d packed strawberries, fruit wind-ups, peanut butter sandwiches, Boppers, he even brought you a candy necklace. Carefully placing it over your head, promising you there’d be a lot more where that came from. 

You two had your first kiss that night, and it was magic. His lips tasted like a perfect mixture of strawberry and peanut, something you’d usually think was gross but on Steve it tasted heavenly. He’d looked so unbelievably beautiful in the moonlight reflecting off the lake, the sparkle in his eye shimmering when he leant in to kiss you. He kissed you like it was the first time you’d ever kissed anyone before, and from then you were pretty much whipped. 

That’s as far as it’s gone, though. Just kissing. It’s hard for you to find any time alone when there’s always someone hanging around. Your house is off limits with Dustin always being around, and you’ve tried to go to his house but there’s always someone tagging along. The two of you decided to keep it just between you for now, until you figure out exactly what this is. 

Neither of you would know how anyone would react. You dating your younger brother's best friend? Dating your best friend's ex-boyfriend? God, it was complicated. Too complicated for how easy and perfect it felt. 

His hand slipped from your hair to cup your jaw, his thumb softly running along the swell of your cheek as he smiled down at you. “You look so beautiful today. How am I meant to keep my hands off you?” 

A small laugh fell from your lips, your hands pushing up from his arms to wrap around his neck. You pushed yourself up on your toes to brush your lips against his as you spoke back, “You do it everyday, honey. This is no different.” 

He huffed a sigh as he pressed a kiss to your lips, then another, and another, before finally pulling himself back. “I should get back. Don’t want ‘em to think I’ve followed you out here or something.” 

“Oh? So, you don’t wanna be here when I shower?” You tilted your head slightly, you could feel the small smirk playing at the corner of your lips as you watched his throat bob. He nodded quickly, his eyes dipping to your lips before looking back up to find your eyes. 

“Don’t say things like that,” He spoke through his teeth, clearing his throat gently before pressing one last sloppy kiss to your lips and pulling away, squeezing your waist gently before bending down to pick up your towel for you. “Enjoy your shower, don’t be too long.”

You nodded gently, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as your hand reached out to grab the towel he was holding out for you. Your fingers brushed his as you took it, standing up straight as you lifted it to throw it over your shoulder. He flashed you a wink before taking off around the corner again, you took a few steps forward to poke your head around the corner to watch as he walked back toward the group,

God, you hated seeing him go, but you loved watching him leave.

The smell of sausages sizzling on the grill drifted through the trees toward you when you stepped out of the shower and made your way closer to the rest of your friends, your damp hair wetting patches against the material of your sweatshirt as you swung your towel next to you. 

Your camp chair was open, sat waiting and ready for you to warm it up. When you made your way closer you noticed the bottle of beer that sat in the cupholder that sat into the arm. Your eyes drifted across the group to Steve, who lifted his beer up to you in a cheers before taking a sip from the neck. 

“How are the showers?” Robin asked from the seat next to you as you settled down, quick to pull the bottle into your hands. You covered your palm with your sleeve to twist off the lid, settling it in the holder before turning to her. 

“Alright, actually. It takes a while to get going but they’re fine.” You nodded as you brought the bottle to your lips, taking a sip before settling the cold glass against your knee. 

You slotted right back into conversation. Your attention turning to Lucas and Dustin argue halfheartedly about who will be hosting their group first when they eventually go to college. You sat there smiling to yourself as you thought about who’d be the first to come and visit you in the fall. 

The night wore on happily. Everyone eating their weight in hot dogs and smores, the warmth of the fire and the bubbles of the beer filling you up. After a few hours, people had started drifting off to bed. Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin heading off early as they wanted rest for the big hike you all had planned for the morning. 

The rest of you, however, spent the remainder of the evening attempting to finish the cooler of beers that was meant to last you the weekend without realising. Robin had you all beat though, the rest of you tipsily giggling at her as she slurred on. 

“Alright, Rob,” You spoke gently through your laughter, trying not to wake anyone sleeping. You lifted out of your chair, pulling her up with you. “Let’s get you to bed, honey. C’mon.” 

Your arm snaked around her waist as you walked her to your tent, you both tried to stifle your laughter at her failed attempt to pull open the zip. She eventually found her way in, thanking you over and over for tucking her into bed even though you just crouched at the entrance of the tent. You blew her a kiss, zipping it back up and making your way back to the fire. 

Nancy and Jonathan sat and told you and Steve about their plans for long distance when they both drift across the country from each other. You watched how their fingers danced around one anothers, how when they spoke they looked at each other like you and Steve weren’t even there. 

You didn’t miss how your heart tightened at the talk of separating come September. You hadn’t spoken to Steve about it really, with there not being much to say yet. You two weren’t official, but when you glanced across the fire to look at him, he was already looking at you like he could read your mind. 

“I think we’re gonna head to bed now, it’s gotta be pretty late.” Nancy laughed softly as she stood, stretching slightly as she waited for Jonathan to join her. She grabbed the few empty bottles that had accumulated by their feet, walking them over to the bag of rubbish you’d set up by the table. 

“You two gonna be alright? Won’t kill each other or anything?” Jonathan joked, causing you and Steve to both push out a small laugh. You flashed a small smile at him, before turning your attention back to Jonathan. 

“We’ll try not to.” You spoke as you playfully wiggled an eyebrow, leaning into Nancy’s touch as she squeezed your shoulder whilst passing you. They called out their goodnights, and you watched them zip the tent shut behind them. 

As the zipper settled, your eyes glanced over to Steve who had already pushed himself up from his chair to drop into Robin’s unoccupied seat next to you.

“Hey.” He spoke softly as he leant back, his hands settling on each of the arm rests as he looked over at you. 

Your smile widens as you watch him get comfortable, your eyes flickering over to the rest of the tents before leaning your weight on the arm of your own chair toward him, your own voice gently as you reply. “Hi.”

A small breath huffed from his nose as he watched you lean closer, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips before he inched his chair ever so closer to your own. “You look pretty. Your hair’s gone all curly.”

Your hand comes up to your hair, pulling it between your fingers from your shoulder to look down at the curls that your shower had left you with. When you looked back at Steve, he’d somehow leant even closer. A small laugh pushed through your lips as you turned your attention to him, your voice a whisper. “Yeah? Do I look like–”

“Oh, no, no. Don’t even go there.” Steve interrupted, shaking his head quickly as he pulled himself back. Settling into his chair and covering his face with his hands as he laughed, groaning into the palms of his hands.

You bit on your lower lip to hold back your laughter, pushing yourself up from your chair and placing your hand on the arm of his. You settled yourself carefully on his knee, your hand coming up to wrap around his wrist that was covering his face.

His body openly invited you, shifting his weight downward so you slipped closer to him. His hands fell from his face, one of them snaking around your back to hold your waist as the other held the side of your thigh, pulling it closer to him. 

“Hi.” You breathed softly as your arm slipped around his neck, your other resting on his chest. Your lips fell to his jaw gently as he managed to pull you even closer, the warmth of his body wrapping around you.

“Hi, baby.” His voice wavered gently as your lips brushed the spot beneath his ear that you know made his knees weak. Your fingers brushed back and forth against the nape of his neck as his palm splayed at your thigh, the pads of his fingers rubbing small circles against your skin. 

You nosed your way up to his lips, feeling him sigh against you as your lips finally touched for what felt like the first time in forever. His tongue was quick to trail across your lower lip, asking for an invitation that you immediately offered him. 

The hand on his chest slipped up his body to wrap around his neck, pressing your chest against his as the kiss suddenly turned messy. Sighing into each other's mouths as your tongues fought for control, the sound of your lips smacking together dulling the sound of the roaring fire. 

“You know,” You mumbled against his mouth, pulling your lips back slightly, huffing a small laugh through your nose as his lips chased yours. You gave in, pressing another kiss to his lips before grunting against him softly. “Steve.”

“Mm?” He pulled back abruptly, the sight of him looking up at you with swollen lips and darkened eyes sending a rush through you that you knew all too well. 

“Robin’s probably fast asleep by now. You know what she’s like when she’s drunk, sleeps like a starfish.” Your eyes trailed across his face, smiling against the pad of his thumb as he dragged it across your lower lip softly. 

He pursed his own lips slightly, “Mm. You want me to shuffle her over for you, honey?” He leant forward, stealing another kiss before settling his hand back at your waist. 

“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of just.. Sleeping somewhere else.” You shrugged easily, your fingers slipping to his collar as you adjusted it, mainly just to give yourself something to do. 

He studied you for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of you as his eyebrows furrowed gently as you watched him try to rack his brain at where you’d be sleeping. In his car? In a camping chair?

Oh. You watched the realisation settle across his face, his concerned expression settling into something more spirited. The sparkle in his eye practically twinkled as he parted his lips to speak, before stopping himself. He just nodded softly, clearing his throat as his hand squeezed your thigh gently. “Are you sure?”

You nodded quickly, hands slipping to either side of his neck as you leant forward to press your lips to his. Still nodding, you whispered gently. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Steve nodded with you, his grip tightening on you as he shifted forward in his seat. The two of you moved together, lifting yourself up with him quick to follow. His hands are back at your waist as the two of you scramble backward toward his tent, a mixture of snickers and whispers falling against each other’s lips until you finally pull away from him when you reach his tent. 

As Steve was quick to bend down to pull back the zipper, you glanced over your shoulder to make sure nobody had quietly snuck to the bathroom or poked their head out at the sound of your and Steve’s heavy petting. 

You were shaken out of your stare when Steve cleared his throat gently, he’d already crawled into the tent and was holding his hand out for you to follow. With a short intake of breath, you leant down to take his hand and let him guide you into his tent. 

He pulled the zipper shut behind you as you shuffled across the floor of the tent, sitting up on your knees and watching him as he turned around to face you. He lifted his hand up to pull on the small solar charged lantern that hung from the top of the tent, causing a warm glow to cast upon you and Steve in the small space.

The tent suddenly felt smaller as the two of you sat across from each other, your hands flat against your knees as Steve's palms nervously rubbed against his thighs.

“I just wanted to say,” Steve spoke gently, swiping his tongue across his lower lip as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I really, really like you. I haven’t felt like this in a long time – maybe ever. I’ve loved spending time with you, even if we’re sneaking around and y’know, lying to everyone we know. I’ve had the best few months of my life these last few months, and I’m just.. happy. I’m really happy, to be here with you.”

Your lips parted as he spoke, your mind racking to find the words to reply but nothing could come out, you felt your smile spread so far across your cheeks that they started to ache. Your palms pressed against the bottom of the tent, pushing yourself closer to him. “I really, really like you, Steve. These last few months have been incredible, and I–” You lifted your hand to his that rested on his thigh, pushing your fingers together as you looked up at him. “I’m really happy to be here with you, too.”

His spare hand lifted to hold the back of your head, guiding your lips against his with ease. You sighed against his lips as his other hand pulled from yours to press at your lower back, holding you in place as he slowly lowered you down on the sleeping bag that he’d set up when he’d pitched the tent. 

As you settled on your back, your legs parted for him to sleep between with ease, your leg hooking around his as your hands braced on his shoulders. A small sigh of pleasure passed your lips as he nosed at your jaw, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered against you. “You’re so beautiful, my gorgeous girl. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

“All yours, Steve. I’m all yours.” You sighed with pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers pushed beneath the fabric of your sweatshirt and splayed at your waist. He sucked and nibbled gently on the skin, your breath hitching as you snaked your fingers to push through the hair on the nape of his neck. 

For a moment, it felt like the two of you were the only people for miles around. Your bodies intertwined, swallowing each other’s breaths like they’re your own. Steve’s hands on your waist felt like anchors keeping you down, grounded as his lips explored the parts of your skin he’s only yet dreamed of. 

The fabric slowly inched up your torso and pooling just below your breasts, Steve pulled his lips away from your neck to look down at you. Your teeth sank into your lower lip gently, without explicitly answering the question you knew he was itching to ask, your hand slipped from his hair to your sweater, lifting your shoulders slightly to tug it over your head. 

Steve’s hands lifted from your waist to help you in pulling it off, and when you tossed it somewhere shallowly next to you, his eyes caught yours. His smile widening across his lips as his hand found your cheek, his thumb swiping against your skin as he leant down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

Then your cheek, then to the curve of your jaw, generously across the span of your neck and across your throat, gently at your collarbone. His lips messily kissed the skin across your chest, travelling downward until they found the valley of your breasts, lifting his hand to cup the bra that held you in place. 

His fingertips nimbly wrap around the strap over your shoulder, looking up at you through the mop of his curls that have fallen over his eye. As you take your lower lip between your lips, breath hitching at the sight of Steve's lips hovering over your chest, you inch yourself up slightly. Your spare hand snaking around your back to unclasp your bra, settling back down on the thin sleeping bag as your fingers return to Steve’s hair. 

“Look at you, honey,” He mumbles against your skin as he drags both of the straps down your arms, pulling his lips back to gage a better view at you beneath him as he pulls the bra away from you. His eyes dance across your chest, and you can’t fight the heat that rises to your cheeks as you watch his throat bob. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 

His lips are soon attached to the soft curve of your breast, pressing wet kisses across the span of your chest. Your eyes find his as his tongue brushes over his tongue before passing his lips, circling the hardening nipple peaking from your breast. 

A sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth as his lips close around your nipple, your front arching into him as he suckles on the teat. His spare hand slips around to hold your back, holding you as close to him as he can as you pant out in pleasure above him whilst he lets your nipple go with a small pop of his mouth, dragging his lips over to the other. 

“God, Steve,” You mewl softly, your fingertips pushing through the small curls that have appeared at the nape of his neck thanks to the humid air present at the lake. His tongue works overtime circling around your sensitive peak, slipping his hand up your body to cup the breast he’s neglecting. 

His thumb rubs over the bud with ease, slightly wet from his mouth being on it only moments ago, his index finger assisting his thumb as he twists it between his fingers. You whine again, slightly louder this time, causing him to pull his lips off of your chest to look up at you. “You have to be quiet for me, honey, can’t have anyone knowing what we’re doing in here. Can you do that for me?” 

You were quick to nod, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as you gently tugged him by the curls you’d grabbed onto, guiding him back to your chest. He hummed in contentment, both of his hands sliding to hold you in place at your waist. You felt his grip squeezing you as he sucked your nipple back between his lips, his tongue twirling around it as your eyes fluttered shut, sinking further into your pleasure. 

“I– I need you, Steve.” Your voice passed just louder than a whisper, still mindful of your promise to be quiet. Steve felt your hips shuffle beneath him, rutting against his for even the tiniest of touches. He nodded gently, pulling his lips from your breast to drag them across your stomach. 

His fingers slipped from holding your waist to fold around the band of your shorts you’d pulled on after your shower, his lips pressing a kiss each inch that he revealed until he was pulling the fabric down your legs, letting you manoeuvre your ankles around him to kick them off. 

“So pretty, baby.” He mumbled against your hip, glancing up at you as his fingers wrapped around the band of your blue cotton underwear. Your skin warmed at his praise, lifting your head from the ground to glance down at him between your legs. 

His large hands slipped beneath your thighs, pulling them apart for him. You watched as he chewed on his lower lip, eating away at the smirk growing against them as his left hand rubbed the back of your thigh softly. His other hand slipped around to press against your covered mound, dipping his thumb to graze against your slit. 

A gasp left your lips at his touch, a slight thump filling the tent as your head hit the ground beneath you. Your hips bucked at his touch, but his hand moved from your thigh to hold your hip in place as he dragged his index finger down your slit, pressing it into the wet patch that clung to the fabric as he hummed gently to himself. 

“I bet you taste so good, been thinking about this forever.” He gleamed, lowering his lips to your inner thigh to kiss, lick and suck the first inch of your skin that he could find. He crept his lips against your skin, you felt him take in a sharp breath as his nose brushed against your clothed clit. 

His tongue darted out against the fabric as his hands found your hips again, holding them steady as you felt him ever so slightly suck at your clit through your underwear. You gasped gently, lifting your head to look down at him, offering him a small laugh as you pushed your fingers through his hair. Your voice passing your lips in a fond whisper, “Get to it, baby.”

A shiver grazed your skin as you felt him huff a laugh against you, his lips continuing to suckle against the fabric as his fingers wrapped around the band of your underwear. He pulled himself back as he revealed yourself to him, lifting your hips for him as he pulled them down your thighs. 

You kicked your ankle gently, your underwear tossing to the corner of the tent and before you could even blink, Steve was right back between your legs. 

His hands returned to the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer to him with a small grunt. You watched Steve as eyes glistened, pulling his head back slightly to take in every inch of you. “I honestly think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” 

Your heart jumped in your throat, biting back your smile as you tightened your fingers through his hair. You tugged him up, lifting your chin up slightly in hopes that he’d take the hint. A small laugh huffed through his nose, one of his hands leaving your thighs to rest against the floor as he pushed himself up from between your legs. 

Your hands found his jaw as he settled above you, his lips capturing yours with ease. Every time you kiss Steve, it feels like the first time all over again. Your lips move together like a dance routine that you learn when you’re six and remember for the rest of your life.

One of your arms snaked around his neck to pull him closer to you as his tongue slipped between your lips. You felt his hand leave your thigh and dip between your legs, grazing over your mound. 

Steve’s tongue licked into your mouth as his finger dipped between your slit, his digit exploring through your slick folds with ease. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it down with ease, responding with his own grunt. 

“You’re so wet, baby. So wet for me.” He mumbled into your lips as his middle finger gently pressed at your entrance, his breath hitching against you as he slipped the tip of his finger into you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit with ease. 

He pulled his lips away from yours, smiling to himself as your chin lifted to chase him. His forehead rested against yours as he looked between your bodies, watching as he shallowly thrusted his finger inside of you. 

“Fuck–” You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he brushed his lips against yours to swallow your moans. Just as you were sinking back into him, he was gone. And just as you were about to protest, beg for him to kiss you, you felt him settle back between your legs. 

Pulling his fingers out of you, his palms splayed flat at your inner thighs. His thumbs reaching out to rub along your slit, spreading you open for him as he took in the sight before him. “So pretty, baby,” He whispered, his hot breath hitting you causing your hips to rock up toward him slightly. He pushed through your folds, spreading your slick beneath his thumb. “So wet and pretty.”

He leant forward, pulling his hands back to hold your thighs as his tongue replaced his thumb. The tip of it exploring every inch that laid before him, each curve and fold that he could find. You writhed in pleasure beneath him, one of your hands holding your head steady whilst you lifted your other arm over your face, huffing and puffing in pleasure into the curve of your elbow. 

He noses buries against your clit as his tongue pushes inside of you with fast, sloppy licks, your breath hitching as he licks up through your folds to collect every drop he’s coaxed from you. As his tongue explores you, he finds your clit with ease. Wrapping his lips around it whilst he sucks on it, groaning against you as he holds your hips down with his spare hand to stop you from jerking around beneath him. 

“Oh my god, Steve.” You whine in pleasure, your arm falling behind your head as you lift your head to watch him. His eyes find your as he feels your gaze on him, his hands pulling you closer into him as his tongue fucks into you with fever. 

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” His words slur against your pussy as he mouths at you, his nails digging crescents into your skin. 

As he practically slurps your clit between his lips again, two of his fingers sink back into your entrance effortlessly, like they belong there. His long, thick fingers curl inside of you as your back arches from against the sleeping bag that’s clinging to your clammy skin. 

“I’m gonna come, Steve– Oh my god.” With that, his fingers seem to go even deeper, the tips of his fingers finding and stroking the spongy spot inside of you. He feels your pussy clench down around his fingers, your thighs tightening around him as your shaky hand comes up to cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your moans. 

“Come for me, baby,” He pulls his mouth off your clit with a pop, watching your arousal dripping from you as he curls his fingers inside of you. He gathers his salvia on his tongue, pooling it in his mouth before drooling it against your clit. With that, his mouth is on you again, his tongue slippery with the mixture of his spit and your spend. 

Heat surges through your body, dialling its peak at your core with each perfect curl of his perfectly thick fingers. Your cries of pleasure slip out unexpectedly as you come, your legs trembling around him as he keeps his pace for you to ride out your orgasm. 

“You’re such a good girl, baby. My good girl.” He speaks against you, pulling his lips back as he slows his fingers down, pressing soft kisses against your clit as your hips twitch with each touch. He pulls out his fingers slowly, instantly bringing them to his lips as he sucks your arousal off of them. 

“Holy shit, Steve.” You huff with a small laugh, your breath heavy as you lift yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. His lips and chin glistened with your come under the small lamp above you, a small smirk growing across his lips as his fingers fall from his mouth to rub against your thigh softly. 

His other hand presses against the sleeping bag, squeezing your thigh as he pushes himself up to inch closer to you. “You taste so good, baby.” He whispers as he closes the gap between you. Your breath hitching slightly as his lips brush yours, letting you taste yourself on his mouth before pulling back slightly to gauge your reaction. 

You can only offer him a small smirk, your tongue swiping across your lower lip subconsciously which earns a choked huff from Steve. He leans forward to press another soft kiss against your lips, pulling back to speak gently as his thumb grazed your skin gently. “Should we get some sleep, baby?”

“Sleep? Don’t you wanna– Y’know.” You pecked another kiss to his lips, lifting your hand to push your fingers through his hair as your eyes fluttered down to the tent that had pitched in his pyjama bottoms he’d changed into after dinner. 

Steve shifted under your words, a gentle shake to his head as he whispered. “It’s okay, baby, we have all weekend. But we do have a big day tomorrow.” He pulled himself back from you, shifting his knees on the floor of the tent to gather up your clothes that you’d both discarded across the tent. 

His hands grabbed onto one of his t-shirts that he’d laid in the corner, ready to put on tomorrow. He crawled up to you again, settling himself next to you as he handed you his shirt. “Here, honey.” As you took the shirt off of him, he leant over to grab the pillow that had also been discarded under your writhing body. 

You thanked him as you took the shirt from him, slipping it over your head before adjusting yourself onto your knees. The two of you worked together to even out the sleeping bag, zipping it open. Steve held it open for you to crawl into, and he was short following behind you. 

You rolled onto your side, facing away from him, to give him as much room as possible to squeeze in next to you. You sighed with content as you felt the warmth of his body press into your back, his arm quick to snake around your waist as his lips brushed against your shoulder. 

“Are you comfortable, babe?” He whispered, slipping his other arm under the pillow whilst the other rubbed gently at your stomach over his t-shirt. 

You nodded gently, “Yeah, baby. Are you?” Your body shifted with his as you moulded into one another, your bodies slotting perfectly together like you were made to be laying here with him. 

“I’m all good.” He spoke back, slotting his leg between your own to pull you even closer against him. You heard a small hitch in his breath as you shifted, your ass pressing against the still very prevalent bulge in his pyjamas. 

His lips brushed at the curve of your neck and shoulder, his hand slipping to hold your hip as you rolled your hips back into him again, his cock lining perfectly between the curve of your ass as he mumbled against your skin. “You’re a little tease.”

A soft moan mixed with a huffed laugh passed your lips at his words, rolling your hips further into his as your hand slipped to find his, twisting your fingers together. Your head leant back, twisting to inch closer to him as you whispered. “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me,” He lifted his head slightly to look down at you, his lips parting slightly. “When you fuck me, Steve. What are you gonna do to me?” 

His eyes wandered across your face, in slight disbelief at your words as he began rolling his hips in tandem with yours. You watched as he swallowed down his words, his fingers squeezing yours as he ran your hands up and down your thigh slowly. “You want me to tell you? I could just show you.”

You huffed a sigh of pleasure as his hand pulled away from yours and dipped between your legs again, his fingers slipping to your clit as your lips crashed against his with hunger. Your spare hand lifted to hold his face steady as your neck twisted to let him into your mouth, your thighs tightening around his hand as he moaned into your mouth. 

Just as you slipped your spare hand over your body to behind you to find the band of his pyjama pants, the two of you stopped in your tracks at the sound of a zipper and rustling from outside of your tent. 

Footsteps circled around the tent outside you, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you and Steve stared at each other in fear and anticipation. 

You held your breath to listen closer, hearing Robin calling your name from just a few feet away. Her footsteps trudged closer to Steve’s tent, the shadow of her silhouette inching closer and closer. You and Steve scrambled apart, his hand pulling back from between your legs and your hand out of the band of his pyjamas. 

But it was too late, Robin was already tugging the zipper open just six feet in front of you. 

Shit.

[peachyparkerr]

my supergirl review! may contain spoilers

i think milly is great! she is funny and cynical but hits those emotional moments really nice, although it does feel like there could’ve been a little bit more depth to the overall story. ruthye is cute but to me she’s kinda just there iykwim. i know she’s driven by revenge but we don’t really get to know anything about her. i liked kara and clark’s relationship even if we didn’t see much, i would like to see more of them but i know it’s not really about him (but it did make me smile to see him on the screen and i hope to write fics about him again soon). i also think that they should’ve just focused on one villain because jason momoa being there didn’t add anything to the story.

[peachyparkerr]

don’t watch voicemails to isabelle on your period when you’re mad at your sisters because you will CRY