#melly watches racing | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

incognito-lionbeast · 1 year

Text

Three Months Later, I’ve finally finished writing my Aotu World season 2 episode guide! I procrastinated a lot on writing Episode 20′s summary, which is why it’s taken so long.

As always, I retain or omit detailed spoilers on a purely subjective basis, so you’re gonna have to watch some of these episodes to get the full picture. :3c

Season 2:

1: After struggling with nightmares, King finally wakes up three days after the events of Season One, oblivious to the aftermath of his & Fox-G’s battle. Feeling that the contestants have had sufficient time to rest, Daniel addresses their concerns and introduces the rules for an intermediary round: a race sponsored by the Director of the ESP Research Labs. The contestants select their vehicles.

2: The race begins and we’re introduced to the rest of the audience. King’s team struggles to make any headway. This becomes a problem when the rules of the race are finally announced – the most pressing of which being that the vehicle in last place will eventually explode. Phantom is particularly distressed by this, but believes he may have a solution to keep everyone safe. Thus, using the power of teamwork, King’s team catches up to the lead racers and Phantom pleads his case to Ray’s pirate crew.

3: Ray refuses, preferring to antagonize the other racers–including both Phantom and Godrose’s teams–instead. However, though seemingly downed by Ray’s lightning, Kalie reveals that their vehicle has one last trick up its sleeve. Elsewhere on the track, the dorky knight Anmicius introduces himself to Abby & Emy to lukewarm results.

4: King’s team manages to narrowly win the race, earning the privilege of learning this round’s new rules before everyone else. However, King is 0 for 3 versus large walls of text and doesn’t pay attention. With only an inkling of what’s going on, King & everyone else–who are much better informed–are sent into the second round: a Labyrinth where collecting another contestant’s hidden “Points Card” is essential to winning. King runs into Palos, who may have gotten away with stealing an extra point if not for the shifting labyrinth.

5: Wandering the Labyrinth, King is accosted by a monster claiming to be the Labyrinth Master – the Final Boss. Shenanigans ensue, revealing the monster to not be a monster at all but a spherical, amnesiac robot named Robbray. King agrees to help Robbray find his missing parts in exchange for information. Meanwhile, Palos makes the first of many questionable decisions, attacking former Top Five contestant Silver. After which, Palos is given an offer he can’t refuse.

6: Elsewhere, Phantom hides from the twin contestants Melly & Reddy – only to witness them commit mutual sororicide. He recalls the fate of Riena, fleeing the scene and eventually coming across King and Robbray. Although they initially distrust one another, Phantom still has to properly explain this round’s rules to King. After which, Robbray agrees to share information of his own.

7: Robbray explains Meta Energy – an innate form of energy that all people possess which can be strengthened & manipulated with practise.

Meanwhile, Palos is temporarily reunited with Ray – who asks after Palos’ points card and remains unimpressed by his suspicious behaviour. However, before anything can come of that, a new hunting game is announced to the contestants. The Point Value & Location of Ray’s little brother, Camil, is publicly broadcasted, prompting Ray to leave. After which, Palos is quickly found by Pelley… who’s found a very interesting L-shaped block. Palos makes his second questionable decision: they’re going after Camil, too.

8: The first ones on the scene, Abby & Emy plot to steal Camil’s points card. However, they quickly discover that Camil is much stronger than anticipated, struggling to even escape from the youngest pirate. Caught, their certain demise is interrupted both by the appearance of Palos & Pelley–the first of which tries bargaining for the right to Abby’s points, hoping for an easy score instead of actually committing to his first plan–and eventually Anmicius. Unlike the pirates, Anmicius aims to rescue the Twins, protecting them from Ray’s crew just long enough for Ray himself to show up. After a brief scuffle, Ray tells his dorky rival to fuck off – to which Anmicius obliges with both twins in tow.

Meanwhile, witness to everything happening, King & Phantom have been surreptitiously trying to steal Pelley’s L-shaped block (one of Robbray’s missing parts). This doesn’t work.

9: Cornered and in serious danger, Phantom tries to bluff his way out of the situation… unsuccessfully. However, the appearance of other hunters distracts Ray’s crew, allowing the two to escape. Pelley & Palos give chase, intent to dispose of them lest the “secret about Ray’s life” Phantom mentioned somehow be about them. They are also unsuccessful. Once safe, Phantom & King undergo some minor Meta Energy training. However, King’s sudden burst of strong Meta Energy attracts all of the nearby top-ranking contestants.

10: Palos & Pelley are the first to arrive, using Pelley’s uncanny sense of smell to sniff them out. This leads into a fight wherein King struggles to control his powers whilst the likes of Grey, Godrose + his followers, Ray, and even Silver show up. This ominous get-together is interrupted briefly by two new targets being announced: Phantom and a mysterious girl named Lemon – all decided by none other than Phantom’s own father.

11: The fighting continues as the Labyrinth begins to shift. Yet, with unexpected help from Silver, King & Phantom are allowed to escape. None of this deters Godrose from fighting Grey. Meanwhile, now led to safety, Anmicius attempts to leave the Twins… adding yet another tally to the number of Unsuccessful happenings so far. Abby insists that she isn’t giving up her personal bodyguard so easily, and so the three of them set off to find Lemon together.

12: Having freshly suggested that they split up, Phantom’s attempt is thwarted by the appearance of Lemon – the other targeted contestant. She suggests that there may be another way to win the round without killing people, albeit the posse of folks hunting her haven’t listened so far. Neither do those who came to hunt Phantom.

Kalie intervenes, causing the two hunting parties to fight each other while she, King, and Phantom escape. Lemon follows. As soon as they’re a safe distance, Lemon gives Kalie a telepathic vibe check. Kalie doesn’t appreciate this nor King’s insistence that Lemon doesn’t look like a bad person. Wannabe villains Strange & Grotesque show up at precisely the wrong time.

13: Kalie berates and summarily outclasses Strange and Grotesque, and they’re spared only by King’s intervention. He doesn’t want to see Kalie kill anyone. Thus, they retreat, leaving King’s team to bicker amongst themselves on where to go next. Kalie suggests that they split into teams to cover two potential locations – irritated when King suggests that he stay with Lemon while Kalie takes Phantom. Forced to accept, she proposes a wager: whichever girl finds one of Robbray’s parts first gets to stay on the team.

14: After splitting up, Kalie is uncooperative, bullying Phantom into doing all of the searching so that she can run off on her own – with intent to cause trouble for Lemon’s search party. Meanwhile, following Lemon’s divination, King and Lemon run into Final Boss-sized trouble.

15: King & Lemon attempt to run from the monster, only to discover that it both has a piece of Robbray already inside of it & is seemingly able to control the Labyrinth’s movement. Robbray confesses that this is the monster that he based his previous disguise on – the real Labyrinth Master. Back in the metallic ruins, Phantom’s mini spartans discover one of Robbray’s parts, but so, too, has he been found again by hunters. For a second time, Phantom is saved by the appearance of Silver, who offers him the same power he gave Palos.

16: On her way to King & Lemon’s location, Kalie comes across Anmicius and the Twins. Although initially hostile, Kalie sees an opportunity. Emy may not realise it, but he’s already found one of Robbray’s pieces and has been carrying it with him. Thus, Kalie attempts to beguile the three of them into giving it to her. However, having lost track of its previous prey, her ploy is interrupted when the Labyrinth Master arrives for Emy’s part. All attempts to fight it fail. Thus, King and Lemon show up just in time to watch it absorb its second piece.

17: Robbray beseeches the assembled contestants (King, Kalie, Lemon, Anmicius, Abby & Emy) to work together to defeat the Labyrinth Master – or else everyone may be in danger. Yet, before they can act, the Labyrinth Master flees, leaving King with the startling realization that Phantom may be its next target. Meanwhile, exactly as anticipated, Phantom is confronted by the Labyrinth Master… all on his own, he can only hope to stall the giant. Not even the might of the Great Spartan is enough, and Phantom quickly falls into despair. He accepts the power Silver offered.

18: Using this newfound power, Phantom temporarily dispatches the Labyrinth Master. He’s then found by Grey – who’d expected he and King to be together and not for Phantom to be shrouded in darkness. They fight while Pelley & Palos watch from a distance. Eventually, the others arrive, including King’s large group and Ray. Everyone is uniquely concerned by Phantom’s transformation, though King pleads with them not to hurt him. It’s ineffective. Phantom is fully possessed by the being responsible for the corrupted Meta Energy. Elsewhere, Daniel is tasked by the Envoys to do something about it.

19: Because the Invader is far too powerful to let live, the Envoys decide that it must be destroyed alongside the Labyrinth Star. As Arbiter, Daniel is forced to make that decision work within the tournament guidelines. Thus, he tasks the contestants to defeat the Invader within a strict 30 minute time limit. Should they succeed, they’ll all pass this round. If they fail, however, then they’ll perish along with it. Godrose joins the fight alongside the other main characters. They struggle.

20: The labyrinth begins to break apart now that the Labyrinth Master has activated the planet’s self-destruct sequence. This process will take the 30 minutes Daniel gave them to defeat the Invader. Lemon claims that there’s another way to get out of this mess & summarily pushes King off of a cliff. Lemon (holding Robbray) and Kalie dive in after him, though King is able to save himself just fine. Thus, after clearing up their little misunderstanding, they continue further down to the core of the planet – where the Labyrinth Master is.

Meanwhile, Godrose, Grey, Ray, and Anmicius do battle with the Invader once more, working together to bring down a lava flow upon him. Yet, it isn’t enough.

King’s squad confronts the Labyrinth Master, entreating him to stop this. Yet, their plea falls on deaf ears; unlike Robbray, whom the Labyrinth Master calls a traitor and a coward, he’s steadfast in his duty – even if it means sacrificing himself alongside the Labyrinth Star. Amid this scathing review and subsequent beat-down, Robbray’s true identity is revealed, along with his innermost desire to understand the nature of their existence.

The Labyrinth Master also claims to know what happened to King’s sister. This information is met with skepticism and outrage, pushing King & co to finally start fighting back. Although, presently they aren’t any match for him.

Back upstairs, the Invader is momentarily distracted, and though Silver defends him… his body has begun to deteriorate. Phantom isn’t a suitable host. As such, the Invader leaves Phantom to Silver, revealing that Phantom has been holding one of Robbray’s pieces the entire time. Silver leaps down the chasm to reunite it with its host. The others follow, save for Palos, Pelley, and the Twins. This doesn’t bode well for the siblings.

Below, Robbray manages to calm King down, allowing him to fight back like a true protagonist – til they’re interrupted by Silver, Phantom, and the others. They’re still intent on taking Phantom out. Though, Kalie helpfully reminds everyone that there’s still a whole Labyrinth Master to worry about first. However, before he and Silver leave, Phantom gives the Labyrinth Master the final part, triggering yet another transformation and fusing himself with the Labyrinth’s core. Upon which, the planet begins to deteriorate even faster, though Robbray has an idea. So, while the others provide cover fire, King delivers Robbray unto the Labyrinth Master, forcing them both to accept who they truly are.

Thus, they merge, and Robbray – finally, truly rebuilt – awards King and all the other contestants with the points necessary to leave the Labyrinth Star. Robbray says his goodbyes.

#Aotu World #Aotu Shijie

7 notes · View notes

solaarbeeam · 1 year

Text

I posted 494 times in 2022

That's 494 more posts than 2021!

262 posts created (53%)

232 posts reblogged (47%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@avid-idiot

@httpghostface

@shoverse

@https-true-egoist

@sulkylious

I tagged 290 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#— [ asks and replies ✉️ ] - 18 posts

#my wifey : nessa - 16 posts

#my gamer bf : rez - 13 posts

#jordans screaming tag - 7 posts

#jordans reblong tag - 7 posts

#— [ melli's the sweetest 🍬] - 6 posts

#the tallest mf i've met : aspen - 6 posts

#my wife : nessa - 4 posts

#maya's yelling - 4 posts

#gay. just simply gay : atlas - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#so when my other friend anthony tried to confront her she cursed him out in front of him and started talkin abt his family and stuff

My Top Posts in 2022:

okay but like fuck the MBTI’s and whatever whatever here’s the real question

are you an ass, thighs, tits, or hugs and kisses guy

19 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

y’all cant tell me osamu isnt the most wack person ever

AND THIS IS WHY

he’s even more wack than atsumu. osamu literally knows how to do parkour and gymnastics and stuff but he uses it in the most obscene situations

this man will put extra salt in your food if you pissed him off that day and giggle as you gag and everyone thinks its suna but its really him

he’s also a certified omnisexual and a demi-boy. argue with the wall

but back to what i was saying

he’ll do the most craziest and random things to get back at you. You called out in class while he was raising his hand and you weren’t. oops! guess who cant find their shoes. he will steal them, OUT OF THE BLUE RANDOM.

he always blames them on suna bc kita loves him like he’s his child but in reality he’s more of a menace than atsumu

i love him

25 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

MAKE IT NATURAL

SUGAWARA KOUSHI -> WEEK ONE, DAY ONE

The fresh summer afternoon was pretty, with the sun high in the sky coming through the windows. It was about a solid 11:30 AM, and the sun was shining as bright as it liked to.

However, it wasn't for you as you were struggling in the bathroom of your huge house, since Sugawara works at a private K-12 School, trying to comb and pick out your hair while it was not listening.

Sugawara was downstairs, with the TV, watching Rupauls Drag Race, until he heard your frustrated screams of annoyance from the bathroom upstairs.

With a ragged sigh, he took himself up the stairs to find you literally dragging your comb through your hair, trying to comb it out before washing it.

He sighed to himself once again, and gave you a hug. He took the comb from you, and proceeded to do it himself.

To your surprise, your hair actually was tame for once in your life. As Sugawara combed through the tangled hair, you were still sort of mad, but only because somehow your hair didn’t wanna behave when you did it.

However, you sucked it up. Because your hair was never gonna be this tame again.

32 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

SPOTIFY’S DOWN NOOOO

37 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

# sakusa, komori, and hinata ! i feel like they have undiagnosed ODD (like me) and had struggled with it growing up, and their families had already been very taxing on them. Hinata’s dad kept causing problems which resulted in him walking out on Shoyo, Natsu, and their mom. Sakusa and Komori had naturally taxing families

this led to a lot of fights and arguments, which ended up with sakusa and komori becoming more aggressive than the normal person.

so when you come along, its way different.

they’re hostile towards you, they’re more aggressive when it comes to certain things, and they love to try and start fights with you just to push you away.

but you still stayed.

and that’s exactly why, as soon as they had asked you why, they might’ve been afraid of you leaving.

but not as much as they would be, because you always stayed.

70 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #omg #thats crazy

2 notes · View notes

melly-watches-racing · 2 months

Text

Drive to Survive Episode 3 Thoughts…

He’s like 15- look who’s talking

A lot of hype around how young Lando and Oscar are

Will Don’t point out the obvious challenge… he always fails

Lando taking the senior in the team thing and sounding like a fucking grandpa

I actually forgot how shit the start of the season was for McLaren

Claire Williams comes on I smile…

Lando saying he was gonna steal Redbulls front wing- I dare you

Backwards hat, clean shaven Lando my beloved!

Christian looking at Lando likes he’s prey

It’s a stadium Pierre of course it’s huge

Will Buxton still annoys me

Max smiling at and filming Lando with 😍😍

“Some of our competitors” *cough cough Redbull*

Lando didn’t seem too pleased about that meeting

Golf Buddies…

“It’s quicker than our car this”- while referring to a golf cart

George and Lando travelling together

I need a weekly episode of George and Lando private jet talks please and thank you

BABY LANDO

Lando looking out the window like he’s in a music video

Zak is shaking in his boots during that meeting in the boardroom

Silverstone McLaren I love 🧡

“LANDO NORRIS LEADS THE BRITISH GP”

Lando British GP podium was *chefs kiss*

Shout out to Oscars P4 too… he was severely neglected this episode

Say what you want about how awful Zak was to Daniel last year (cause I agree) but he loves and supports Lando unconditionally and that is also important

The dedication to Gil DeFerran at the end was sweet

#gil de ferran #lando norris #oscar piastri #mclaren formula 1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #melly watches racing #drive to survive #dts6 #dt spoilers

74 notes · View notes

doodleimprovement · 2 years

Note

For the title ask game!

“Of fear of freezing”

“Bloodstained claws”

“The sorrow of a soul”

“I found you, but at what cost?”

"Of Fear of Freezing"

Irida has been watching the entrance of the settlement for hours now, hardly able to focus on running the clan with her concern. Rei had left the settlement to survey Abomasnow hours ago, and was warned of the upcoming blizzard - the clouds never lied.

But the snow is starting to fall. And Rei isn't back yet.

Basically a fic where Irida gets Gaeric to help her find Rei so they can get him safely into the settlement before the blizzard starts. its a race against the clock, and also ends up a bit of a sibling squabble as Irida trusts Rei, but Gaeric does not.

"Bloodstained Claws"

This had to be a joke. This had to be some cruel prank. It couldn't be real. That stupid survey corps brat was trying to pull the wooloo wool over his eyes

But there it was. its claws bloody, its eyes wide and blank.

-and Warden Ingo's coat, in more tatters than it had ever been.

A fic with a death fake-out, where Melli thinks that Ingo is dead and convinces the Protag (Rei or Akari could work here). Twist is that Ingo isn't dead, just preoccupied with Lady Sneaslers most recent clutch of eggs. It ends positively though, as Melli and the Protag end up bonding and becoming actual friends before finding Ingo safe and sound

"The Sorrow Of a Soul"

Chandelure wasn't *just* Ingo's pokemon. They were Emmet's too. And Emmet needed them.

They would wait together.

A fic concerning Emmet and Chandelure's partnership in the aftermath of Ingo's disappearance. Would mostly be a character study.

"I Found You, But at What Cost?"

Shortly after the quelling of Palkia and Dialga, Akari goes missing.

One minute she was being celebrated, the next, she is just... gone. Ingo seems to know where she went, or have an idea, but says nothing, despite the clan leaders practically begging him.

So Adaman and Irida take the search into their own hands.

Sooo in this fic, Akari is keeping a dangerous secret concerning Dialga and Palkia, and purposefully leaves to fix whatever the problem is on her own, after consulting with Ingo. Adaman and Irida don't appreciate her secrecy, and attempt to find her

This does not go well. There was a reason she was going at this alone

#title game meme #antonia answers

4 notes · View notes

shrapnelstars · 2 years

Text

I'm watching Desert P play through Xenoblade 1, and I noticed/remembered that Melly and the Queen in 3 have the same hairstyle.

I remember the cliffhanger from Future Connected's ending...

And I remember that in 1, High Entia often wore masks to obscure their faces. The race has not been mentioned by name in 3, but there are tons of High Entia characters and NPC's in this game, and they have drawn attention to their wings offhand a few times.

While I didn't play 2, I know about that cat/kitsune main character girl and roughly remember how her story ends. I can't remember what color her hair was after her arc concluded, but I wonder if she's the other team's queen.

Are some of the characters from 1 going to end up like the Patriots from MGS? Started out trying to do the right thing and then went off the rails? I can see them thinking that playing with these replicants' lives is for some greater good or something, which would be ironic given the ending and overarching theme of 1.

#speculation #Do not tell me #Do not hint #spoilers #Not really but just being careful

0 notes

dirtydawnie · 2 years

Text

de·vo·tion

Profound dedication; consecration.

She would be worshiped; his true devotion to her body and her being would be known.

Dillon watched Melora from across the bedroom. She flitted about from the closet to her dressing table, fussing over clothing, hair, and make-up. She was beautiful, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, without all the trappings. Once she made herself up, she would take the breath of anyone who saw her, Dillon included, even if he hadn’t taken a true breath in over 270 years. Every movement she made had him wanting her more. Her red hair fanned across her face as she raced back to the closet for shoes. He got up and tugged at the cuffs of his suit. ”Melora. Stop this.” His voice was forceful. It was how she liked it. She froze, one foot in the midst of sliding into a pair of heels, her green eyes finding his. “Why, Dillon? Is something wrong?” He heard the hitch in her voice as she realized he wasn’t letting her out of the bedroom, let alone the house, tonight.

His lips lifted into a smirk as he strolled across the room. “You’re too beautiful for me to share you. I’d have to rip the hearts out of any man who dared look at what’s mine.” His hands strayed across her exposed back, barely touching her skin. He dropped his voice, “I want you to be here, with me. I want you to strip. Slowly. I want to watch you.” He brushed her red hair from her neck and ran his nose over her flesh. “I want to show you how beautiful and mine you are.” A faint click and his fangs were out and running over his maker’s nape. The redhead drew a sharp and unnecessary breath as he stepped back. He sat, crossing his legs as his blue eyes bored into her. “Now, Mellie.”

When she turned, her expression had gone soft. He’d said the things she liked to hear. Dillon leaned forward and rested his chin in his hand as her nimble fingers lifted to her dress strap. The green silk fell oh so slowly, revealing one lace covered breast. A low growl left his throat. The sound evoked a smoldering smile from his Mellie and she swayed her hips, turning so she could push the other strap down. He saw the black lace and took an unneeded breath. Her skin was perfection. He wanted to fuck her and his cock jumped in response to her teasing show. She purred as she shifted, letting the silk fall to pool at her feet. Piercing blue eyes roamed over black lace and perfect curves. Her hands wandered her skin as she watched him, her fingers trailing where his eyes went. She was touching herself for him. Dillon sat back, hands folding behind his head as he watched her.

“To the bed, Mellie. I want you to do something for me.”

“But Dillon!” She was pouting, must have wanted her show to go on or… for him to do something to her.

“Bed! Don’t make me repeat myself again, Melora. You won’t like the consequence.” He loved this game. She could crush him, but she let him control her. Her eyes wide, the green bright, she strutted to bed, her tits bouncing. Fuck, everything she did was fucking sex.

She laid back, red hair spread around her, the plush bedspread beneath her pale skin. “Touch yourself. Everywhere. Keep your bra and panties on.” Her red lips pulled into another pout, one he wanted to kiss away. “Melora…” Finally she started to do as he asked, her small hands gliding over her collar bone then over the edge of her bra. His fangs were straining. Dillon got up from his seat, prowling the room while his woman touched all of the skin he wanted to be touching. She slipped her breasts free of her bra cups, pushing her pink nipples up and

“Where do you want me to touch, Dillon?”

Her voice, husky from want, made a growl rip from his throat.

“Imagine me touching you, Mel. Now, touch yourself like you’re me.” He heard her moan at his words and leaned one knee on the bed, getting another look, a better look. She tugged her nipples roughly, starting to writhe in the bed, rumpling the duvet. “Harder, Mellie. I would hurt you and make it feel so fucking good.” She complied, pulling and pinching her pink nipples harder, arching off the bed. He leaned close and dropped a kiss on her side and ripped the bra away with a pinging snap. Her tits bounced and she made an undignified gasp. “Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” His cock was straining, aching for her. She gave him a pleading glance before doing as bid, rolling her nipples between her fingers. He slipped a hand down to her panties, delighted with how wet they were. He brushed his fingers over her clit through her panties, watching her squirm, his lips at her ear. “Do you want me, Mellie?” Her blood red nails raked her tits as she squeezed them, a plaintive moan leaving her lips. “Please.”

Long fingers plucked her panties to the side and slipped over her slit. He liked her to bed. It made him harder than ever. Dillon pinched her clit, making her hips jerk. “Mine. This…” He slipped a finger into her cunt. “That’s mine.” He circled her clit. “Mine.” He pulled his fingers away from her, listening to her cry out. He licked the sweetness of her pussy from his fingers. “I love you.” He gave her hip a kiss as he slipped down between her legs. “I’m going to show you. How Devoted I am to you.”

His tongue darted out, tasting her briefly, too briefly for her liking by the way she jerked. Dillon laid his hand over her belly then let his tongue move lazily down her slit. She was delicious. Dillon sucked her clit, moving his free hand down to slide into her tight walls. Fingers curling inside of her had her panting even if she couldn’t breathe. He grinned against her pussy, his face covered with her wetness. His tongue moved fast over her clit, keeping his hand on her belly to make her stay still while his tongue took her. He crooked his fingers and moved his tongue fast, drinking in her orgasm as she came, her moans loud and echoing through the room. “My name, Mellie. Tell me who you belong to and scream it.” He moved faster, making sure she came again, his tongue zig zagging over her sensitive clit.

“Dillon! Fuck! I’m yours, yours, yours.” Her screams trailed off to whimpers as she came again. Dillon gave her pussy one last slow lick before he kissed her hip, then under her belly button. Slow kisses trailed up her body to her lips while she ripped open his shirt, buttons flying. Their lips met, fusing in a hot kiss, his hands pushing at his pants, kicking them off. Dillon bit her lip and flipped Mel to her belly. He slapped his hand over her ass, making her gasp. “Quiet.” Hips lifted to him and he spread her legs. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed his cock in, growling at her tight pussy. He leaned down, his fingers finding her clit again, circling it. He slowly rotated his hips, moving out of her and back in. His fangs ran down her spine, listening to her breathless moans. He gripped her hair near the scalp and sat up, his hips moving faster, thrusting hard, his other hand at her clit. Mellie was panting, her hips were slapping back against him. Both were growling. Dillon jerked her hair, arching her pale body back. His fingers worked faster, in rhythm with his hips. His cock pounded into Mellie, waiting until she made that sound, letting him know she was close. Her walls tightened around him and he tugged her upright by the hair then sank his fangs into her neck, drinking from her while he pinched her clit. She screamed again, her orgasm making her body shake and driving him over the edge. He tensed and pulled her tight against him as he came, fangs pulling from her neck. He slowly laid her down and kissed her tenderly. “My Mellie.” He wrapped arms around her, possessive.

0 notes

cobaincreates · 3 years

Text

smart decisions

warnings: drinking, angst, smut, fingering, nsfw, 18+

count: 10k+

hiiiiiiiii so i’m a horndog & i can’t get enough of rafe cameron (or drew) or college rafe & i also wanna cry over them so here you go. let me know whatcha thinkin’. please i’m begging you.

also the photo isn’t mine i got it from here!

songs i imagined - this one & this one

— — —

transferring colleges had to have been your smartest decision to date. going from putting your strengths into a place that was not willing to acknowledge them to, now, receiving credit where credit was most deservingly due. your first choice for school had been some place close to home, you figured why not opt for the cheaper option to save yourself, and your parents, a little money. you spent a few months getting into the swing of things, heading to class each day with a fresh mind and hopeful thoughts. it wasn’t until six months in that you realized you deserved so much better, and at a better school.

it took time, figuring out your best bet and where to go and all the finances. you definitely grew impatient a year in, trying to stick it out at home to receive your credits. but once the moment arrived, you packed all your things and moved states away. you loved it; you loved the classes, you loved your friends, you loved your professors. you were completely happy with your choice to go. your parents might not have been, but the weekly calls home for your progress report were substitute enough.

wednesday, 5 p.m.

you scribbled a doodle you had been going over and over, darkening the lines so much you saw it behind your eyelids now. you snapped out of it and looked back at your textbook.

the library was so quiet, you heard pages being turned from every corner, the chewing of gum from a tense jaw, and the soft snores of someone passed out in one of the private cubicles across the way. none of those things distracted you really since you had come to the study session with a couple of your friends, all three of you making a pact to get shit done.

melly was able to listen to music while she studied and was more of a typer as her fingers moved fast along the keys of her laptop. she came dressed in her comfiest clothes, sporting a knit sweater and joggers. lina had snacks across the table to keep her sustained. she was a strong believer that she learned better while being fed. it made you laugh still. she was a writer like you, very organized in her notes with highlighters and different colored pens. she even drew headers for each page for the hell of it. you wondered where she got the drive. then there was you, black ink, the main topic underlined, things to remember written repeatedly. you learned better after writing things down, you couldn’t just read a book and have the information implanted in your brain. as much as you wished it were that easy.

you were studying for an upcoming psychology test, one that you were sure would be a piece of cake given how well you did in the class itself. it was one you didn’t plan on taking, but you needed another course to get enough credits for the year.

lina was munching on some almonds, turning a page in her notebook, and picking up a blue pen. you were in the middle of writing a definition down and filling up the last of the page, your hand starting to cramp with how much pressure you were using. you flexed it once you put your pen down and squeezed an imaginary ball.

both yours and lina’s eyes flicked up to melly across the table who let out a low moan. she was pulling her headphones off and looking in the completely opposite direction of her computer.

“why is he so fine?” she asked, low enough for the two of you to hear.

you looked over your shoulder at the same time lina did and searched in the general area melly was focused on. all you saw was a guy walking through the library, sporting a backpack and a lacrosse sweatshirt, the hood pulled over his head.

“he really knows what he’s doing, huh?” lina said dreamily.

you furrowed your eyebrows as you watched him turn into a row of books and you glanced at melly as you faced the other way, planning on getting back to your work. melly was dazed as she still looked in his direction.

“who is that?” you asked after a moment of both of them still ogling.

lina turned toward you as melly closed her laptop a little to lean over it. “what did you just say?”

you looked between the two identical shocked expressions and laughed helplessly. “who is that?”

“oh, i forgot. you’re still new.” melly nodded in semi-acceptance then became serious. “that’s rafe cameron. he’s on the lacrosse team and we’re kind of obsessed with him.”

“it’s alarming,” lina said. she gave a quick glance over her shoulder then looked back at her notebook. “i love making myself sad over him not noticing me, but it’s fine. what’s even more alarming is how he’s still single.”

“i cannot express to you, y/n, how good,” melly emphasized, squeezing her eyes shut, “he looks with a little sweat.”

“you guys sound like stalkers.” you pointed out, smiling a little at their explanations.

“i’m not denying it. i said it was alarming.” lina shrugged as she looked from her textbook to her writing. “we’ve talked to him a couple of times at some parties, he’s a super nice guy but we just find him attractive. i think if i were a freshman, i’d be pathetically pining after him.”

melly hummed in agreement, her chin now propped in her palm. she wore a doe-like look, gazing between yours and lina’s heads and into the bookshelves. “don’t they have a game tomorrow? we should go.”

“it’s away.” lina said, but you had already lost interest in the topic and started reading a new chapter. you picked your pen back up, the muscles in your hand now relaxed, and the boy in the bookshelves out of your mind.

monday, 9 a.m.

you were going to be late and you hated the thought. there was no way you could miss this test when you had done nothing but study every last page for it. you even lost track of how many pages of notes you wrote for the test alone. it would be such a waste to miss it and it wasn’t worth getting a negative grade.

being late was not at all your fault. you had set your alarm early, eaten breakfast and read a few more chapters to get ahead, and packed your bag up so you’d be ready after a quick shower. turned out that all the showers on your floor were broken, the yellow “do not cross” tape like a bad omen. you started muttering to yourself as you carried along your shower caddy, going down to the next floor and finding a line to wait in. you knew it was probably your best bet instead of racing to another floor to check if there were more lines, plus you didn’t know how much time you had. you probably annoyed some people with the fidgeting, but all you could think about was the test.

it was ridiculous how long the showers took and how you had to leave your hair damp as you ran back up physical stairs. you burst through your door, threw your bathroom things on your bed, grabbed your bag and the few books you couldn’t stuff in. while leaving, the door shutting behind you, you made do with damp hair, twisting it up and out of your face. as you checked the time, you figured out that you had eight minutes exactly to get across campus and in your seat with a writing utensil ready.

even though you were late, you still held doors open for people, and you dodged others walking the opposite direction instead of the other way around. you kept checking the time as if the minutes would stop moving.

just as you were looking into your bag, your legs moving fast and assuredly, you ran right into something hard. you dropped the textbooks that you had been clutching, even with a death grip on them, and your bag slipped from your shoulder. a notebook poked out along with a pen rolling away on the walkway.

“woah,” the hard surface said.

“i’m so sorry, i was not looking.” you said quickly and bent down to get your things. of course, this would happen while you were in a rush. you supposed you were lucky it didn’t involve cars. god, that would’ve been so much worse.

“nah, it’s alright.” they said easily and bent down beside you, retrieving your things.

you scrambled for everything and shoved the notebook back into your bag. you spotted your keychain near their foot, their fingers closing around it before you could reach for it. you finally looked up as they held the key out to you, the ring hanging from their finger.

rafe cameron.

he looked different now that you could see his face better. and also, because he was so close this time. it was odd to know now that he had blue eyes and a light ghosting of stubble along his jaw and cheeks. it felt too personal being this close to someone you only knew the name of.

you felt a little silly for bumping into him, but you didn’t let it show. “thank you,” you said as you took the key from him and stood quickly to walk away. lina and melly surely wouldn’t give this up when you told them.

rafe had watched after you for a moment before turning back to his friend topper, raising his eyebrows in reference to what happened, and continuing their conversation.

you made it to class about three minutes late and sat in your seat, finally taking a breath. you settled in, putting your things at your feet, and digging around for a pen. all thoughts of bumping into rafe cameron left your mind.

8 p.m.

“you what?” melly coughed violently as she composed herself. lina was clutching her stomach, nearly dying of hysterics when the drink came out of melly’s nose a second earlier.

you held your head in your hands and inwardly groaned at having to tell the story. you were out to dinner with the two girls, munching on french fries and milkshakes. it was typical for you three to hang out on mondays since melly usually had a bad case of them each week. you had innocently slipped in that you just so happened to run into rafe cameron this morning and well, you hadn’t expected that to be melly’s reaction.

“i ran into him. i was late this morning and i wasn’t looking.” you could feel the embarrassment settle in as you recounted the minor event, at least to you.

“did he say anything?” her eyes were blown wide as she leaned across the table.

“i didn’t try to have a conversation with him.” you shrugged and picked at the plate of fries at the center of the table. melly gave you a look of mild bewilderment, the shock of it wearing off.

“missed opportunity.” lina joked, taking a long sip of her shake. “i wouldn’t know what to say either if i ran into him.”

you felt your shoulders loosen as the topic was slowly changing. melly laughed at lina’s remark, teasing her that she would’ve frozen up from bumping into anybody. you smiled and were glad that both of them didn’t take the story too seriously.

minutes later you were laughing loudly, head thrown back as melly was telling a story about her family and a public mishap with a tire. it was interesting to you to hear about what it was like growing up in a completely different environment than the one you did. you supposed that’s something you loved about college; getting to meet people from so many other states and cities.

you were smiling to yourself as you dipped a fry into your shake. just as you put it into your mouth and looked across the table at melly, her composure changed.

“oh, fuck.” she whispered and noticeably tried to look away. “don’t look.”

both you and lina turned around to look toward the front door. a dense group of bodies was coming in through the door, the atmosphere’s volume increasing with their chatter. toward the back you recognized rafe cameron. you weren’t sure at all what it was that made your heart clench in your chest.

“i said don’t look!” melly whispered louder. “oh, god. okay. act normal.” melly straightened up, trying not to be obvious with looking in their direction. you laughed and sat back in the seat. lina practically sunk into hers.

you didn’t watch as they approached, but you did look up once rafe entered your peripheral vision. he was with the guy from this morning, even if you hadn’t noticed him before. you just remembered rafe crouched in front of you while someone just as tall stood behind him, waiting. both of them were sporting lacrosse sweatshirts, along with some others in the group.

“hey, rafe.” melly said easily like she hadn’t just been freaking out over him a second ago.

you watched rafe lift his chin, smiling genuinely at her. you didn’t think anything of it when he glanced at you, the recognition so obvious as his face changed. he continued to walk to his table though, eyes steady on you for what felt like too long.

melly turned around and sank over the table, her mouth open in shock. “oh my god,” she said above the surface.

“oh my god,” lina said, turning to you in bafflement. “i feel like i’m in an alternate universe. did that just happen?”

“he just recognized me.” you brushed it off.

“no, y/n, he knew you. that was longer than five seconds.”

“why are you guys so obsessed with him anyways?” you laughed, trying to take the attention off you.

lina shrugged, seeming taken aback with the question. “i don’t really know.”

“because he’s gorgeous, that’s why.” melly intervened, dipping a fry into her shake.

you looked over melly’s shoulder, wondering what it was exactly that was so intriguing about the lacrosse player. you had had your fair share of athletes and could agree on some being drop dead gorgeous. maybe rafe cameron was just a nice guy all around and melly and lina just had pleasant interactions with him. maybe he was the type of college boy that looked out for everyone’s wellbeing and that’s what made your friends obsess over him. it could be a number of things.

thursday, 8 p.m.

you rubbed your eyes, yawning in the middle of it, and lay back on your bed. you had just closed your computer after typing up a 10-page essay. it was nine when you started it this morning. you were just glad your one class of the day was canceled and that you had time to write the paper before next week. plus, there were no classes tomorrow, and you could have a whole day of doing nothing. you were stoked, to say the least.

feeling a vibration beside you, you reached for your phone and opened a text from lina. incoming in 5, it said, followed by a rattling of knocks on your door. you rolled off the bed and shuffled over, finding her and melly with wide smiles. it was infectious as you felt your own smile appearing on your face.

“what are you guys doing here?” you asked curiously, stepping aside to let them in. the door clicked softly shut as you followed melly to your bed where she went to sit. lina leaned against the wall across from you, careful of your roommate’s things.

“we were invited to a party and we were wondering if you wanted to come with.” lina said, sharing a quick look with melly.

you glanced between them, eyes narrowing. “what’s so special about this party?”

“god, how can you even tell that?” melly asked, slightly rolling her eyes.

“you guys have known each other longer than i've known either of you, but you’re easy to read.” you laughed.

“i don’t like that.” melly said quietly to herself.

you grinned at her, noting her curls springing around her face. melly usually had her hair pulled back out of the way and it was very rare to see her with a different hairstyle. there had been some days where she had braids and you enjoyed seeing the change of pace. lina on the other hand always let her hair down. tonight though, she had straightened it and thrown it into a high ponytail. you hadn’t really gone to a lot of parties with the girls, so seeing them all done-up was always fascinating.

“seriously, what’s the deal?” you asked again, looking to lina since she was the one who had proposed the idea.

she shared another look with melly again before finally coming out with it. “it’s at rafe cameron’s apartment.”

you felt that clenching again in your chest, in that same spot from last night. you swallowed, feeling how dry your mouth was in the span of three seconds.

“well, it’s his and topper’s apartment, so not technically just his.” lina said, waving her hand in enunciation. she crossed her arms. “i have this study group with topper and he invited me and mel and anyone else really.”

“come on, it’ll be fun.” melly said, nudging your arm.

you looked at the girl beside you, ready to say no mostly in panic of seeing rafe. you had nothing to worry about or freak out over, but it was a scary thought. so many things happened at parties. so many things could happen.

“okay,” you said easily.

the prior fears dissipated quickly as lina and melly gave a small cheer and encouraged you to get ready, and to take your time. you spent the next ten minutes asking them what you should wear, going through your side of the closet. all three of you agreed on a plaid skirt you had bought a few weeks before on a spontaneous shopping trip. you only wore it once since then and had been meaning to pull it out again. you paired it with a sweater, something easy to keep you warm through the night instead of bringing a jacket along. lina and melly agreed excitedly when you changed and raised your eyebrows, searching for approval.

9 p.m.

holding on tightly to lina’s hand, you laughed hysterically to the point of tears and a clear indicator in the nether region that you had to pee, badly. a connie bailey rae cover was playing from a speaker near you, your laughter probably not as loud as you thought it to be as you calmed down. melly stopped her ridiculous reenactment and pulled an exaggerated disgusted face as she dodged someone trying to dance with her. you shook with laughter and took a long sip of your drink, tilting your head back to finish it in one gulp.

the party had been way more fun than you thought it would be, especially when you walked the four blocks to get there. lucky for you, you had been smart and worn flat boots. the apartment was a good size for the event and had plenty of space to gather, enough left over for those that wanted a break from either dancing or just to relax. some people you didn’t recognize had the large tv on, a video game on the bright screen. there was plenty of shouting coming from their general direction, a wave of arms and pointing of rigid fingers.

you had seen rafe in passing, but never made the initial eye contact as if to let each other know that you were near. stepping into the apartment and being greeted with his friend topper, you felt like you were intruding or trespassing by being in rafe’s space. you didn’t know him, or topper for that matter, and it felt odd to you to be in their physical home.

“where’s the bathroom?” you asked lina as melly went to get more snacks.

lina stood up on her toes and pointed at a closed door. “i'm pretty positive it’s over there.”

you gave her a nod and walked in the direction she pointed you in, finding a couple people waiting against the wall. you took a place there and acted as a fly on the wall for a total of five minutes since the line went fast. once inside, you took a deep breath, feeling refreshed at the open window and the cool air coming in.

you dried your hands and placed the towel back where it was on the counter and opened the door. the next person waiting rushed in rather quickly, making you stumble against the doorway. you laughed to yourself and felt the rush of sudden wind as the door slammed.

excusing yourself past a small group, you headed toward the refreshments. you were already thirsty after having emptied your bladder seconds before, but you were aware it was just the addictive alcohol buzzing through your system. it was crowded closer to the drinks, rightfully so, and it only took one person to move for you to see rafe acting as a stand-in bartender.

part of you wanted to run right back out of the kitchen and find lina and melly, but the other part of you wanted to give a swift kick to your rear. you chose the latter and walked over to where he was at the counter. he was in the middle of pouring someone else’s drink and you stood on his other side, taking in his appearance while you still could. the blue hat on his head read “obx”, turned backwards. he wore an off-white t-shirt, the graphic design on the back drawing you in. you were too busy staring at his shoulders molded with the fabric to realize he had turned around and you were now staring at his chest. you blinked up at his face, smiling lightly.

“hi.” he said, a small lilt to his voice as he recognized you once again.

“hi.”

“can i get you something?” he asked, and you felt your shoulders falter a little, thinking that was all he was going to say to you. stick to his image of drink tender and have you go on your way. but his body told you differently as he turned fully to face you.

“um, i can get it.” you said, the instant flight taking effect at the very prospect of being shot down.

rafe nodded and stepped out of the way, moving further into the corner of the counter. you smiled at him and poured your own drink, mixing up your favorite. rafe still stood there and you could feel the strong vice his eyes had on you. it made you a little self-conscious, but you relaxed with a deep breath.

“i never got your name.” rafe said just as you took a sip and turned to leave the kitchen. “you know, from the other day.”

“that’s because i was too busy bumping into you.” you let out a small laugh and stepped closer to him, out of the way if someone wanted a drink. you turned your back to the fridge and tried to find a spot to lean on as rafe looked down at you, a smile playing at his lips. “i am sorry about that again. i was in a rush for a class.”

“it’s no problem. i’m just glad you’re okay, we hit pretty hard.”

“y/n.” you said and held out a hand respectfully.

“rafe,” he slipped his hand into yours, warm and strong, and smiled widely.

“i think i’ve heard your name only a million times in the past week.” you admitted, knowing that lina and melly would kill for brownie points. “my friends are a bit obsessed with you and fully willing to educate the newbie.”

“obsessed, huh? lina and mel, right?”

you nodded and took another sip. rafe reached on the counter and grabbed a handful of pretzels. he held some out to you. “they’re nice girls,” rafe said easily. “i’ve hung out with them a couple times, but i didn’t know they were obsessed.” he laughed to himself.

you munched on a pretzel and froze at an idea. “you’re not going to tell them i told you, are you?”

“not unless you want me to.”

you stared at him for a bit longer than you planned, then let out a breath and took another pretzel from his hand. it was odd to be sharing food with him when just the other day you felt like your heart was tearing in your chest. at the moment, you could only feel a dull ache.

“so, how do you like it?” rafe asked.

“like what?”

“campus, the college.”

you nodded and swallowed some of your drink to wash the pretzels down. “things have been really great. i enjoy it here. it’s an immense difference than my first college back home, so i’m happy.”

rafe smiled. “and the party?”

you followed his nod to the people around you, glancing to your original spot where you left lina. you didn’t see her anywhere until some people moved and you found her and melly sat on the couch. they were playing the video game with a whole mess of guys. you grinned.

“the party is great.” you commended, looking back at him. he had finished the rest of the pretzels in his hand.

“good.” he nodded. “i always get nervous when top and i invite people over. we’ve done it a bunch of times, but there’s always the possibility of something going wrong.”

“well, you’re doing great. both of you. hopefully, nothing horrible happens.”

11 p.m.

you would be lying if you said that your conversation with rafe from hours ago wasn’t still running through your head. it was difficult not to think about it when you kept seeing him more often throughout the party. most of the time you’d catch his eye, or vice versa, and instantly smile. you’d then recall the sound of his laugh and would even hear it from feet away. the clenching in your chest was now accompanied by a swirling in your stomach.

you were pacing yourself with your drinks, but by now you were on your fifth of the night. you were completely aware of everything around you and you were enjoying the ongoing buzz. lina and melly were a bit more inebriated than you were, which only added to the fun.

the two girls in front of you were swaying to a song together, not even close to being slow tempo. it was very upbeat, the bass pumping through the walls. the front door to the apartment was now open since it had begun to get warmer with the more and more people that were joining. a few windows were thrown open as well.

“you remember how in freshman year you fell down that flight of stairs and twisted your ankle and practically bashed your head in and then your mom yelled at you and then your sister called to tell you she was pregnant and then your dad! oh my god, and then your dad was like ‘hey i’m thinking of leaving your mom so uh, yeah’ and then your mom was so pissed but then she was fine because she found a total hunk of a man to replace your dad like that,” melly snapped her fingers as your body started to shake with laughter. lina was laughing too, not at all bothered with a quick recap of her, very shitty, first year.

“yes, thank you for reminding me mel. i love when we have tantalizing conversation like this.” lina leaned her head against the others’.

mel giggled, a few hiccups escaping. “i think i need to pee.”

“god, you’re like a peeing machine.” lina sighed and tightened her arm around melly.

“that’s what drinking will do to you.”

lina rolled her eyes and looked at you as she brought melly to the bathroom. you asked quickly if she needed help, but she shook her head and promised they’d be back soon. you watched them go then turned back to the party, turning too fast and not feeling the presence behind you in the moment. a cool liquid pooled over and down your chest, soaking the fabric of your sweater. you gasped at the contact, your mouth dropping open and looking down at the dark stain.

“i— “ you looked up to tell the person it was fine before an apology came out, finding that off-white t-shirt on a very familiar blue-eyed person. “we have to stop meeting like this.”

rafe looked horrified at having spilled his drink all over your sweater, his eyes wide as they stared at your chest.

“that’s the most cliché thing to say.” you said, laughing lightly to ease the tension so obvious in his features.

he let out a laugh too. “you can borrow something of mine. come on,” he held out his hand and you took it willingly, realizing some people were staring at the accident way too curiously. you let rafe lead you up the stairs, the complete darkness on the landing causing you to focus solely on his hand in yours.

rafe opened a door and flipped a light on, your eyes adjusting to the brightness. he led you further in and closed the door behind you before rushing to his dresser, a whole display of cologne bottles on top. as he rummaged through the drawers, you stood just in front of the door, a little timid to step further in. you were holding your sweater away from your chest, already feeling the stickiness of liquid on your skin.

“how’s this one?” he asked, holding out a simple white one.

“you don’t have to give me a shirt.”

“it’s the least i can do. the bathroom is right there.” he handed the shirt to you and nodded just behind your shoulder. you thanked him and went in, closing the door with a click. you pulled the sweater off and dampened a washcloth, wiping the dried drink from your skin. pulling the shirt on, you relished in how soft it was and styled the piece of fabric so it looked better with your skirt.

rafe was sitting on a couch next to his bed, more like a futon, his hands in his pockets and hat off his head. he looked up as you came out, straightening his posture and looking you up and down.

“i’m sorry.” he smiled guiltily.

you smiled and walked over, moving around the small circular coffee table and sitting next to him. “guess it was payback for the other day,” you teased as you folded your sweater and set it next to you.

rafe rolled his eyes with a knowing smile. you glanced at him as you leaned back, feeling the softness and rigidness of the futon. “you look good in my shirt.”

“i feel better in a less damp one.” you said, easing the fluttering in your stomach. your chest clenched again as you crossed your legs.

glancing around rafe’s room, you admired the movie posters on the walls and the multiple lacrosse paraphernalia. one of his jerseys lay crumpled at the end of his bed, the comforter pulled over the pillows to look made. it was better than you did with your bed, you were pretty sure yours was unmade and messy.

it was a decent sized room, plus the bathroom was nice to have. you’d kill for your own bathroom again. it would be nice not to wait in a line. you told yourself that you just had to figure out an earlier schedule so you could beat the crowd.

after a once-over of rafe’s room, you looked over at him to find him already looking at you. he was fully analyzing your face, you could see his eyes flickering to different parts.

you swallowed and licked your lips. “what?”

“nothing.” he said quickly and sighed, laying his head back on the couch.

you squinted at him, now tracing over his features. he looked nervous from what you could tell, his hands moving in his pockets. you stared at his chest moving up and down slowly, the intake of breath coming as it grew bigger. his adam’s apple protruded, bobbing slightly as he swallowed. your chest clenched once again as you looked at his face, watching him look up at the ceiling. he really was handsome. you shifted in your seat, switching your leg over the other.

“that look wasn’t nothing.” you commented, breathing in.

“what look?” he turned his head toward you, eyebrows slightly pushing together. you watched every change in his face, from his eyebrows to his eyes blinking then to his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

“the look of ‘i want to eat you up’.”

he laughed, the couch shaking with him. “what does that entail?”

“major gazing and bedroom eyes.”

“bedroom eyes, huh?” he hummed and lifted his head. his lips tugged at a smirk.

“am i imagining things?” you asked seriously, slightly doubting if you made the right call. maybe he wasn’t thinking what you thought he had been. maybe you were imagining things.

rafe didn’t answer, instead looking down at the floor. the smirk alone told you that you had been right. his hands flexed in his pockets, hard for you to miss. a few silent minutes passed, the both of you listening to the party still going on downstairs.

“if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.” you said quietly. after a moment you figured he hadn’t heard you, that he had lost himself in staring at the carpet.

“can i?”

“yes,” you nodded.

rafe sat up and met your eyes, moving closer until his thigh was touching yours. you shifted your upper half closer to him, feeling a wave of shivers run through you the second his hand touched your cheek. you instinctively pressed your legs tighter together as your heartbeat picked up and rafe lowered over you, licking his lips once more. they were soft and firm, just as they needed to be. he tilted your chin up, his thumb brushing just beside your mouth as you kissed.

seconds later, you brought your own hands to his face. you were eager to touch him, to feel the solidness of him against you. it was mostly a reassurance that this was in fact happening and that you weren’t dreaming. you pushed a hand into his hair just behind his ear and mirrored the last few pecks he was leaving you before he fully pulled away. you felt a pinch of disappointment, the small taste for him now growing bigger. you had to stop your hands from pulling him back.

he pulled away only a little and you opened your eyes to see him still so close and looking over your face. your breaths mingled together.

“what?” you huffed, letting your head fall back for a second in slight irritation. you just wanted to kiss him again. you let your hand slide down from his hair, resting near his shoulder. you wanted to squeeze the muscle under your hand.

“nothing.” he said again, eyes flickering down to your lips once more. he smiled, holding himself up on the back of the couch. his thumb brushed the same spot on your cheek. “don’t tell anyone, but i’ve been imagining this since you showed up tonight.”

you returned your hand to his hair, slightly scratching with a smile. “i knew you spilled your drink on purpose.”

rafe grinned widely and moved back into you. this kiss was deeper, your lips opening for him when you felt his tongue. his hand left your cheek and appeared on your hip, ever so slightly pushing your shirt up so he could touch your skin at your waist. you smiled against him as you felt his hand slowly creep up the shirt. you were reminded again that it was his and you pulled him closer by the back of the neck, hearing a soft moan leave his lips. your thighs squeezed, your excitement starting to rise.

“you just gave it to me and now you want to take it off?” you teased as rafe’s hand covered one of your breasts, the cool air of the room reaching your skin. rafe smiled and kissed you again.

his hand disappeared, apparently changing his mind, and reappeared on your thigh. you breathed in sharply at the warmth coming from his palm, resting just above your knee. your brain started to spaz for a moment and you imagined a bunch of smaller yous, running in circles like their heads were cut off.

rafe’s hand stayed steady as you uncrossed your legs, a silent invitation. he moved to kiss the corner of your mouth. “is this okay?”

the fact that he was pulling away multiple times to check in on you had to be evidence enough of why lina and melly liked him so much. you hadn’t met many guys that were so in tune with consent or caring about what you wanted. it turned you on seeing it coming from him.

“yes.” you nodded as you touched his forearm, not wanting to seem too eager.

you anticipated his hand moving and when it did, you held back the moan. you were much too eager for teasing and he was showing no signs of not giving you want you wanted. as he got closer to you, you placed your hand over his. he pulled you back for a kiss and you decided to focus on that for a moment to lessen your nerves.

his touch was soft once he met your underwear. his fingers pressed over you and you shivered from how wet you had become because of him. he hummed into your mouth, only adding to the pooling between your legs. his hand reached back and pushed your skirt further up so he could get to you more easily.

you let out a satisfied sigh against his lips as he ran a finger through your folds, collecting your wetness. your underwear had been pushed to the side, out of the way, finally feeling his touch.

“are you this wet for me?” he asked. you nodded against his forehead and pulled him back, letting out a moan as he brushed over your clit. it was only for a second, but you were about ready to burst.

you opened your legs wider for rafe, his fingers moving over you and exploring the new area. you gripped his hand to silently ask him for more along with an impatient moan. you wanted his fingers so badly in places you weren’t ready to admit yet. he wanted the opposite.

“talk to me.” he said, nudging the side of your face with his nose, planting a kiss to your jaw. you opened your eyes that had fallen shut, your breath getting heavier. your chest felt like it was going to cave in.

“please,” you said, adjusting your hips. “please, touch me.”

“i am.” he pulled away, a menacing smirk on his face just to gauge your reaction.

you huffed out and pulled his hand closer. “you know what i mean, rafe.”

“i like when you say my name.” he pressed a kiss to your lips sweetly.

“i might like when you touch me, so get on with it already.”

rafe laughed huskily, his breath blowing over your face. “you want my fingers?”

you wanted to roll your eyes at how badly he wanted you to beg, but you wanted his fingers more. “yes, please. i want your fingers. give me something.”

you let go of his hand as he finally pushed a finger into you. you adjusted around him for a moment and felt the need to close your legs to keep him there. he pulled your lips back to his, his tongue quick to lick into you. you held his face again as his finger started to move inside of you.

“you want another, pretty girl?” he asked after a few moments passed. you nodded again, breathing hoarsely, too intoxicated in him to speak. a second finger pushed into you then, stretching you ever so slightly. you sighed, letting your head fall back to the couch.

“you’re so wet.” he said as he moved his fingers, delighting in the sounds he was making with you in the palm of his hand. “you’re taking my fingers so well, y/n. do they feel good?”

you moaned as he said your name for the first time. it was something you didn’t think you’d like so much, but with the current situation, it was wonderful.

rafe’s lips appeared on your neck. you held the back of his head as he pressed a few kisses then closed his lips over a spot closer to your collarbone. if your breath had been short then, it was even shorter now as he worked to leave a mark on you. with all the attention you were getting, it only brought you closer to your release, and you started to move your hips. he freed your skin, startled at your movements, then amazed as he watched you chase his fingers. the spot he left throbbed now, all your blood rushing to two places at once.

“are you going to come?” he asked as you heard the start of song you had been replaying for the past few weeks. it was muffled and you could barely hear the words, but you knew it by heart.

“yes, fuck.” you looked up at him, taking in the sight. he was breathing over you, his eyes never straying too far from yours as your mouth opened in pleasure. “rafe, make me come.”

you squeezed your eyes shut as he kissed you hard, breathing deeply into your mouth. he reached his thumb to your clit and began to draw circles at a normal pace with his fingers. your stomach started to twist, the familiar feeling forming fast as he picked up the pace. he could tell you were close by the sheer dig of your fingertips on the back of his neck. it only edged him on more to bring you to your climax.

“come on my fingers.” he said, eyes half closed as he looked at you, lips brushing over yours as he spoke. you whimpered and felt your hips twitch before stilling completely, trapping rafe’s hand between your legs, as you came undone. his thumb continued to move to help you through it. your jaw went slack, eyes rolling under your eyelids, as you moaned loudly. you felt an overwhelming sense of content, the adrenaline rush coming and going quickly.

your blood pumped in your ears and it took you a few moments to register rafe giving you subtle kisses all over the underside of your jaw. you breathed in shakily and let your head fall back on the couch, your knees separating. rafe took his hand away and you winced as he did. you already missed the contact.

the moment was completely ruined as his name was called up the stairs. rafe’s lips disappeared from you as he looked toward the door. you didn’t know what came over you as you pulled your skirt down over your thighs, the footsteps heavy outside his door before a couple of his friends burst in.

“guys, come on. get the fuck out!” he shouted in annoyance, sitting up completely, his leg still touching yours.

“woah, sorry.” they said as they took in your presence. you shifted and knew that they could probably tell what you and rafe had been doing. they evidently didn’t care as they went into a whole spiel of something that had taken place downstairs. rafe tried to stop them and their alcohol-induced exuberance.

he looked at you over his shoulder, touching you lightly on the knee. “i'm sorry.” he said, his friends not hearing as they talked to one another. “i'll see you downstairs?”

part of you felt completely stupid when he said it, like everything that had happened moments ago was just an imagination. you felt your shoulders slump, but you nodded and got up anyways. the door was quick to close behind you and you were left in the dark landing, leaning against the wall to catch your breath. you smoothed your hair, took a deep breath, and fixed your underwear and skirt again.

your eyes adjusted gradually as you went down the stairs back into the swing of things. you swallowed, your mouth still dry post-climax. you went into the kitchen and filled up a cup with water, downing it slowly and stepping out of the way of some people. you couldn’t help but feel drained as you watched the people around you, laughing, dancing, and drinking. you had just spent the last 30 minutes in rafe cameron’s room and now you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“y/n!” you looked up at melly coming toward you, her makeup slightly smudged, but that didn’t change how great she looked. “there you are!”

you gave her an assured smile and finished the water in your cup. “hey.” you tried not to let anything show.

“lina and i are ready to go if you want to come with. i think we’re going to get some food somewhere in town. i was thinking curly fries or a veggie burger. lina is dying for— wait, where did you go? we looked everywhere.” her expression suddenly changed to one of concern as she stepped closer to you.

“i— uh, well clearly not everywhere.” you said shamelessly, feeling your neck grow warm.

melly opened her mouth to say something then stopped. “oh my god, why are you so flushed? what happened to your sweater?” she looked at the shirt, her eyes catching on something near your collarbone. her eyes went wide as you tried to hide the mark. “oh my god!”

monday, 4 p.m.

“i was thinking that it could go more like this,” your friend said as she pressed a few buttons on her laptop. a new beat started from the computer, the screen following along with the track. you bobbed your head along with the beat.

the campus coffeeshop was somewhere you liked to go, mostly to meet your friends, but you also enjoyed the coffee. sometimes before class you’d make it just in time to get an extra scone before they were all gone. it was a cozy place too, filled with older antiques and an endless display of guitars on every wall. sometimes they’d have an open mic for students, letting anyone with any sort of musical or comical talent perform. most of the acts were later in the week though so no one had to worry about coursework.

after your classes today, you had met up with a friend you hadn’t seen in a while. she was eager to show you what she had been working on for her musical composition classes and you had expressed that you were willing to listen.

the past weekend had been spent mulling over a certain party and a certain someone you couldn’t seem to forget. not that you tried to, to be fair. you’d hadn’t seen him since, which was nothing new given the amount of times you had encountered the boy since that day on campus or seen him for the first time in the library. you didn’t find things weird, but things were left upspoken and it had been bothering you. you knew that melly or lina could’ve easily gotten his number for you, had you asked, but you couldn’t bring yourself to, nor did you know what you would say. all you could do was hope that he was doing well and maybe, perhaps, thinking of you too.

it was inevitable to escape having to talk about what happened in rafe’s room with melly and lina. you weren’t willing to share all of the details right down to what he smelled like, but you didn’t deny that nothing occurred. they seemed satisfied when you recounted having to change your sweater and rafe being kind enough to offer you one of his shirts.

speaking of the shirt, you had gone to your dorm that night and taken it off, seeing that “cameron” was written on the back, along with a large number. no doubt it was for lacrosse. the prospect of it made you shiver before folding it up to leave on your desk. you hadn’t touched it since.

“christ, i've got a meeting with my advisor soon.” your friend said, quickly exiting the program on her screen and closing her computer. “thank you again so much for listening. i can’t express how relieving it is to have someone do this.”

you waved her off with a sweet smile and packed up your own things. “i'm always around if you need a first-time listener.”

both of you stood and pushed the metal chairs in. you followed her to the exit, listening to her as she explained the reasoning for her upcoming meeting. both doors opened, the one from her pushing and the other from rafe coming in. you looked up as he met your eyes, and you couldn’t deny how good it was to see him.

“hey,” he smiled at you as all three of you paused.

before you could say anything, the words sticking to your tongue, you looked back to your friend. she was looking between the both of you, unsure of what was going on. you swallowed and acknowledged her. “i’ll see you later?”

a small smile came onto her face as she looked at rafe then back to you and nodded. the door closed softly behind her. you looked back at rafe as you felt his hand ghosting over your forearm.

“hi,” you said finally.

“it’s good to see you. come up with me?” he gestured to the register and you nodded, letting him take your hand. you didn’t think too much of it as you stood alongside him as he ordered. when the cashier asked if there would be anything else, rafe looked at you expectantly. you blanked for a second, remembering that you didn’t get a drink earlier when you first arrived. you had immediately gone for a sandwich, satisfied that that would be your dinner.

rafe pulled out his wallet and paid for the two drinks. he then led you toward the pick-up counter and faced you with a soft smile. “how have you been?”

“okay,” you breathed in deeply. you weren’t exactly sure how to answer. were you supposed to tell him how freaked out you had been? no, you decided, best not to. “the weekend was busy.”

“mine too. i've got practice tonight so i thought i’d stop by for some energy. i’m glad i ran into you.”

you refrained from asking him if he was serious. you could see on his face that he was with the way he looked at you. “rafe—”

before you could say much of anything else, rafe’s hands appeared on your cheeks and his lips pressed to yours. you kissed him back just as gently even though you wanted to do more now that you felt him again. he pulled away as his order was called, turning to thank the barista as he took the two cups.

“come to my place to study? after practice, i mean.” he said as he held your cup out to you. you looked at it then back up at his questioning eyes, a sliver of hope in them. you pushed down the question at the tip of your tongue and accepted the coffee.

“we’re just studying?”

rafe beamed and nodded. “i have a huge test tomorrow that i can’t fail, so yes.”

7 p.m.

before parting ways with rafe earlier he had finally taken your phone and put his number in it, but not before taking an odd photo of himself. it made you laugh watching it happen though. he promised that he would be done with practice around now and you left your dorm a little earlier than you planned to. it was out of pure thrill really.

knocking on the front door, you waited patiently for it to be answered. you shifted the books in your arms as you heard soft footsteps behind the door. rafe opened it, standing in loose-fitting clothes with damp hair. he smiled instantly and welcomed you in.

it was a drastic difference compared to the party. the house was eerily quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. rafe turned to you from the door.

“how many books did you bring?” he asked seriously, glancing at them against your chest.

“just two,” you said defensively only until you saw the grin. you rolled your eyes and turned away from him to kick your shoes off.

he was chuckling to himself as he went into the kitchen and pulled out snacks to have. “do you want anything to drink?”

“water would be great.”

“smart choice. less sticky.” he said, his back to you, but you could hear the satisfied tone of his voice at his remark.

once he gathered drinks and a plate of snacks, he led you upstairs. it was brighter this time with his door already open and lights already on. you glanced at the other closed one down the short hall, finding the sliver underneath completely dark. maybe topper wasn’t home.

“how was practice?” you asked, setting your things down. he placed the plate on the coffee table and took a seat on the floor. you brushed your hair away from your face and sat down beside him.

“good. just ran some drills, normal practice stuff.” he shrugged, munching on a chip.

“is topper not home?” you set your books on the table and opened them up to where you had marked. rafe moved to grab his things from his bag sitting on the couch. he copied your actions and pulled out a pencil and a notebook.

“no, he went out with some of the guys for food.” he said easily, opening to a blank page. you watched curiously as he wrote down the topic he was studying for.

both of you fell into a silence as you started to read from your books. you were worried about it being a strange silence, knowing what happened the last time you were in this room. it was fairly difficult to push it out of your mind and to focus when rafe was right next to you, so close, along with the thoughts and memory of his touch. you pushed everything out of your head and concentrated back on the page you were reading from.

it wasn’t long when rafe’s hand appeared on your bent leg. they were crossed under you and he had placed his hand like it belonged over the side of your knee. you looked at him in your peripheral but didn’t see him look up once to acknowledge that he had in fact done that. instead you let it happen, ignoring the way it warmed up your skin. you swallowed in anticipation of him interrupting your studying session to turn it into a quick make out session, but the longer the minutes passed the longer his hand stayed where it was. after a while, you forgot about it.

if you had taken one look at rafe, with no prior knowledge of him or of the way his hands felt on you, you would have never guessed that he becomes so engrossed in studying. for the whole two hours that you both spent together with your noses in textbooks, he hadn’t once started a conversation. he kept at reading and writing, jotting things down in his notebook, while you held your head above your own book and soaked up every last word. it was comforting knowing that. the plate had even emptied, mostly due to rafe’s insatiable appetite after practice. you weren’t that hungry from your sandwich earlier.

“okay, that’s it.” rafe said abruptly, causing you to look up as his hand left your knee. “my eyes are going to bleed if i read anymore.”

you laughed lightly and looked back at your book. “are you sure you studied enough?”

“i wrote a whole ten pages worth of notes.” he flipped through them, the pages brushing together.

you hummed, still engrossed in your text. rafe shuffled next to you, dropping his notebook over the open pages along with his pencil. he let out a long sigh which turned into a yawn.

“are you done?” he asked innocently, his head appearing on your shoulder.

you glanced at him and shrugged him off with a smile. “maybe.”

“come on,” he groaned and reached for your textbook. you automatically smacked his hand away. he laughed and quickly flipped it closed and took ahold of your chin to face him.

“that was a dick move.” you said, punching him softly on the arm.

“pay attention to me.” he whined, letting go of your chin only to touch your cheek.

you eyed him as he came closer, finally kissing you when you didn’t punch him again or push him away. you kissed him back as best you could with the speculation seeping into your brain then. rafe seemed to be able to tell.

“what is it?” he asked when he pulled away, running his thumb lightly along your cheekbone. it was reassuring almost.

you looked at him, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. you also thought about how badly it could go given the answer you were dreading. “i'm just— it’s nothing.” you shook your head quickly and leaned in to distract him with another kiss.

he reciprocated for only a moment. “what is it? you can tell me.”

“i guess i'm just wondering what we’re doing.” you rolled your shoulder as if you had a knot, pulling away from rafe in case he didn’t want to touch you. his hand fell from your face and he leaned his side against the couch.

“what do you want to do?”

you gave him a serious glare. “don’t make this a game, rafe. i'm just…wondering what your intentions are.”

rafe adjusted his posture and sat up straighter, all his attention on you. his eyebrows creased and you bit the inside of your lip self-consciously, knowing this wasn’t going to go how you wanted it.

“well, i'm enjoying spending time with you.”

“studying?” you asked with a monotone.

rafe glanced away from you as if he were wondering if he said the wrong thing. “yeah. is that so hard to believe?”

you wanted to huff again, but you held the breath in. your shoulders started to tense as you became frustrated. not because of him, mostly because of yourself for not being able to communicate. you felt stupid for asking it, but you did. “do you like kissing me?”

“of course i do.”

“is that all you want to do?” you finally asked, quickly looking away from him. you reached toward your textbook, fiddling with the pages.

“no,” rafe said. “i want to get to know you.”

it was hard for you not to roll your eyes. rafe noticed and a second later his hand touched your shoulder, gently shaking it.

“i'm serious. hey, look at me.” he pleaded, and you did. “i want to get to know you, but only if you’ll let me. i know the other night was weird and i don’t know— spontaneous, but i enjoyed it and i enjoy being around you. you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about it.”

“i’ve probably been thinking about it more than you.” you chided in a quiet voice, trying to tease him. you were pleased by the answer he gave you and you felt a little silly for being so stubborn at first.

rafe smiled slightly, eyes soft. “let’s just keep doing what we’re doing and see where it goes, okay?”

you took a deep breath in, pushing your book away and nodding. “okay.”

rafe’s hand rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before he pulled you in for an awkwardly placed hug. the side of your body fell into his chest, but he hugged you, nonetheless, pressing a quick kiss to the crown of your head. you turned into him and smiled widely, your cheeks strained to hold it, and hugged him around the shoulders.

all the time spent worrying about whether he reciprocated your feelings or thoughts were so obviously wasted as you spent the rest of the night together. you took it slow, never straying from innocent kisses as you curled up together to watch a movie. you couldn’t help grinning multiple times throughout the night, knowing that things wouldn’t be difficult like you thought. it was easy when you expressed yourself and talked things over, even mentioning small things made a difference. maybe this would turn out to be another smart decision. you had a feeling there were plenty of possibilities with rafe cameron, but only time would tell.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #college!rafe cameron x reader #college!rafe cameron #college!rafe #rafe cameron au #outer banks #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron oneshot #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron smut #college au #writing dirty talk kinda makes me cringe because im so bad at it but i think i did okay ???#rafe cameron x fem!reader

624 notes · View notes

drivinmrdriver · 3 years

Text

Song Series: Would You Go With Me? (Clyde Logan x reader)

Description: Mentions of Daddy!kink, rodeo depictions, mainly good times and fluff with a dollop of heat at the end (moo ha haaa)

“I cannot believe my girl has never been to the rodeo.” Clyde mumbled with a small smirk as you sat in the passenger seat of his truck sporting boots and a cowboy hat he had strategically placed on your head moments earlier.

The both of you were on your way to a traveling rodeo that came to Boone County every year. You had formed a sort of convoy with Joe Bang and Mellie, and Sylvie and Jimmy.

“Well it isn’t my fault I wasn’t born a nice country girl like you.” You fire back causing him to chuckle and raise his brow as he put the truck in park in front of the stadium.

“I wasn’t born a country girl either, little Miss.” He put on the cowboy hat as well stepping out of the truck and damn did he look good. Between his flannel and blue jeans, all the way down to the boots and spurs, he looked straight out of an old western and you were NOT complaining.

He opened the door for you and tipped his cowboy hat that matched the one on your head as well, “Ma’am.” He winked shewing on his toothpick.

“Thank you, cowboy.” You joke with him but your thighs rub as you walk towards the rodeo to alleviate the tension going on down there.

Jimmy, Clyde, and Joe went out to get the food for them and you ladies while Sadie stood by the gate with the other children waiting for the calf chase which was when a ribbon was tied around a calf’s tail and the children all had to chase it to try to get the ribbon. A bit barbaric for your taste but you suppose this was Clyde’s culture.

Clyde came back jokingly shoving a giant rodeo pickle in your face causing you to slap his arm before taking the funnel cakes with a small laugh. You loved seeing him laughing and joking and actually not fretting about that damn family curse. Little did you know Clyde had this other side.

The rodeo dad side..... When the calf was unleashed and Sadie was sent out to chase it, your big man stood tall and yelled above the crowd, “Run Sadie! Run! Pretend it’s for one of yer pageants!” He bellowed and just about knocked you over with glee when Sadie is the one who got the ribbon, “Yes! Heck yeah! That’s my niece right there! That there is a Logan!”

You walked around hand-in-hand with Clyde to the different vendors and smiled softly seeing a guy playing the guitar and singing ‘You are My Sunshine’. Clyde politely took your hands spinning you to the old mans music making you let out a gasp and a laugh at how magical the moment you two were sharing was. It was out of a film almost as your head laid on his burly chest and listened to the deep rumble of him mumbling the words to the song under his breathe.

“Okay you love birds, the mechanical bull is up ahead and my kid brother and I bet 50 dollars the other couldn’t last the 8 seconds.” Jimmy said grabbing Clyde from you and leading him to the mechanical bull. Clyde grabbed your hand and dragged you with them as Mellie followed with a stifled laugh.

Walking up to the mechanical bull was the ultimate culture shock for you. It was like a real bull that had red glowy eyes and blew smoke from it’s nose surrounded by a circle of mattress for the bull challenger to eventually land on within the 8 seconds.

Seeing Clyde atop the bull definitely had a rodeo going on somewhere within you. The big man had one hand gripping the bull and the other on his belt buckle as his hips ground against the saddle. His thighs clenched and squeezed around the sides of the mechanics and his muscles flexed under the flannel giving you a proud smirk as the bull slowed. He had lasted the full 8 seconds and was handed a fifty from his less than pleased brother.

“That’s how you do it, darlin.” Clyde lifted your hat to kiss you softly before placing the hat back on your still dazed head, “I think you’re drooling.” He joked.

You watched the next few occupants fail miserably within even five seconds of the eight. You raised your arm to go next and the cowboy handling the mechanical bull nodded his hat towards you letting you know you could go next.

“What? Baby, I love the spirit, but you’ve never ridden a bull in your life.” Clyde said worriedly as you just adjusted your cowgirl hat climbing over the arena ropes containing this fake bull.

“Babe, it’s not a real bull and it looks fun. I’ll be fine.” You wink at him as you swing a leg over the bull and into the saddle. Clyde’s eyes gloss over as the bull starts up.

He had never been more physically turned on as he was in that 6 and 1/2 seconds watching you on the bull. He licked his lips seeing the curve of your body as your hips ground into the bull and your body twisted and turned adjusting yourself to the new positions. You rode the hell out of that bull and gave it your all.

“Whoa there, brother.” Jimmy took off his cowboy hat and covered his younger brothers groin area, “Come on, that fast?”

“That’s my girl.” Was all that Clyde could mumble as you shook yourself off and laughed running up to him in a hug but your eyes widened feeling a poke against your torso.

“Well, hello there cowboy.” You smirk glancing down at his friend ignoring his warning glare.

He made you sit in his lap to watch the barrel races and gripped your thigh the whole way home, his friend not going away for one second. You huffed throwing your cowgirl hat to the ground in the living room when you entered the trailer and kicked off your boots walking to the room, “Eh! Where does princess think she is going, hm?”

You pause slowly turning back to him with an innocent smile watching him take off his boots and hat. He places your hat back on your head however and stomps to the dining room grabbing a chair and dragging it against the wooden floor to the middle of the living room and he plopped onto it patting his thigh.

“Be a good cowgirl and show daddy how you rode that bull again.”

#Clyde logan #clyde logan x female reader #cowboy #adam driver #clyde logan x you #:)

51 notes · View notes

themuseic · 3 years

Text

Only Fools (Chapter 15/15)

Fic Summary: Sent to Boone County, West Virginia on an assignment, you find yourself engulfed your work. How could you possibly find time for anything else? Even if “anything else” includes the tall, kind, and handsome bartender from down the road?

Word Count: 4.9k

Read Chapter 14 here. // Read here on AO3. // Masterlist.

Warnings: Sad Times Again (Sorry), Imposter Syndrome, Implied Alcohol Use.

A/N: Thank you for sticking with me through this story, and as always, for reading. <3

“I have to leave.”

~~~

“Oh darlin’,” Clyde’s eyes softened as he folded you in close. You pressed your face into his neck and breathed him in as you attempted to reign back your quickly beating heart. You couldn’t feel the tear tracks racing down your face, but Clyde could feel them start to wet his skin and he squeezed you closer. You, on the other hand, couldn’t feel anything.

Clyde rubbed your back as he absorbed the news and swallowed thickly. His mind raced, but his mouth couldn’t produce words.

The cacophonous bustle of eager patrons pushing through the door of the Duck Tape broke your soft silence and you pushed yourself off of Clyde’s chest. You sniffed and rubbed your nose with a sharp inhale, unwilling to look toward the group of locals gathering at the end of the bar.

Clyde snuck a look over to the group before he looked back at you, his eyes still soft and comforting.

“Why don’t y’ go wait back in my office,” he whispered, just to you. His thumb swiped back and forth over your hip. “Wait for me until I can get Earl to take over.”

“Then we can go home?” you muttered.

Clyde nodded. “Then we can go home.”

~~~

Clyde’s office was pristine. He was the organized Logan. That was, apart from his books of course, but he had so many he simply could have no rhyme or reason to those. But everything else in his life was a picture of organization, and his office was a testament to that. The documents that detailed the Duck Tape’s business were tucked neatly away in files and even the smallest paperclip was perfectly set in a ceramic bowl on his desk. Everything had a place. Except for, it seemed, you.

You curled up on the creaky leather couch that Clyde kept tucked in the corner for relaxing - though to be honest, the pair of you had found your own use for it - and gazed around the room. It was impossible to not feel out of place amongst his items. You hadn’t felt that overwhelming insecurity even once since you and Clyde had become official. But yet, here you found yourself, your departure impending, along with the looming reminder that your time in Boone County was temporary. It was never going to be your home.

Desperate to stop yourself from thinking yourself in circles, you closed your eyes and did your very best to quiet your mind.

~~~

Barely an hour had passed before the heavy wooden door squeaked as it pushed open slowly. Clyde slid into the room and his eyes zipped straight to you. The minute your gaze connected, you felt tears beginning to well in your eyes again. “Oh darlin’,” he crooned as he reached for you. “Come here.”

You allowed him to pull you off of the couch and into his chest. It was easy to melt into him as he wrapped his awaiting arms around you and squeezed you once. “Can we go home now?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

~~~

As you crossed the threshold of the trailer, you were hit with a sudden rush of emotions. It was a sort of nostalgia that you didn’t feel was within your rights to have but yet, it flooded your body. This cozy abode had become more to you in the last year than you had ever thought possible. Your heart tightened as you gazed at the books stacked neatly next to the couch, where you and Clyde had last left them. You smiled at the blanket that you and Clyde sat underneath as you read or talked, and you even looked at the cramped kitchen with fondness. You were sure burnt bacon was caked into the walls with how often Clyde cooked it, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Clyde plopped himself down onto the couch with a solid huff of breath and opened his arms to you. Your movements were laden with a sort of pervasive sadness as you sat beside him and flung your legs over his lap to settle back into his chest. His button-up was soft underneath the tips of your fingers as you dragged them across the fabric, searching for comfort in between the threads, but only when you slipped them through the gaps of the shirt buttons to caress the skin of his chest did you find it.

You sat like that in silence for hours.

~~~

Late that night, between stolen kisses and lingering touches, that answer became painfully clear, although neither of you wanted to say it out loud. There, tucked up under the covers and in each other's arms, you came to the unspoken agreement.

“I don’t want to go.”

“I know.”

Silence filled the air.

“I have to go.”

“I know, darlin’.”

“I’ll always love you.”

A breath.

“I’ll always love you too.”

~~~

It would have been impossible for any passerby to miss the sight of the bar that night.

The Duck Tape was full to the brim with the people of the town that you had gotten to know in the year you had been there. Clyde had closed the bar to anyone but them for the night. The air was filled with nothing sort of a dull roar as townsfolk and Logans alike bathed in rousing music, cold drink, and loud conversation.

Your farewell party was in full swing.

It was a somber event, but you couldn’t have guessed that by scanning the crowd. No one had been clued into the reason for the gathering yet, just how you wanted it to be. You didn’t need some grandiose send-off. No, you were just happy to see everyone another time before you took off on the road the next day, so that bittersweet knowledge was reserved for you and Clyde to bear. Sure, you would tell them as the night ended, but you were perfectly content to revel in the happiness until that happened.

Mellie sat beside you, chatting away to catch you up on all the town’s latest gossip. One of the many perks of having the town hairdresser as a friend was that you always knew what was happening in any corner of Boone County.

“And I heard that Tristan, down the road,” Mellie mused, “Well I heard that he’s been thinkin’ ‘bout selling his shop and movin’ out to Charlotte.” She shook her head. “Just to be closer to the speedway.”

You managed a smile back at that. “What, you don’t like that? Not a NASCAR fan anymore?” you teased her.

Mellie shook her head. “Nope, I haven’t watched since…. Well for a good while.” She winked at you and giggled.

It was difficult, seeing her so happy and carefree when you knew that you would be leaving the state in less than twelve hours. Your eyes fell to the smooth bar and you forced a laugh at her joke, quickly sipping at your drink to cover your false joy. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“What’s the matter there?” she asked, her brow furrowed and a frown plastered across her face. “You’ve been pretty quiet for such a fun night.”

A smile forced its way to your lips but didn’t quite reach your eyes. The performative joy just didn’t seem like it would make it that high up your face.

“Nothing’s the matter! Guess I’m just a bit tired.” You shrugged and flicked your eyes down the bar to see Clyde passing a beer to one of the Bang brothers. As if he could feel your stare boring holes through his back, he looked at you and smiled. You shot him one in return before you looked back at Mellie, who was bouncing her eyes between you and Clyde in suspicion. “Nothing to worry about.”

Mellie narrowed her eyes at you and opened her mouth to contest your response, but was promptly cut off.

“What are you two chattin’ about?”

Clyde moseyed his way over to where you were both sat at the bar, and you grabbed the distraction gratefully. “Mel was just catching me up on what she’s been hearing around the salon lately. Just some gossip,” you explained between sips of your drink.

Mellie nodded in agreement, successfully distracted from her concerns over your mood. “We’ll, I’ll let the two of y’all swoon over each other in peace,” she teased as stood from her seat at the bar. “I’ll catch up with you in a little bit, alright?” You nodded. “Of course Mellie, have fun!” you assured her, and she squeezed your arm in parting once before slipping into the crowd in search of Joe.

“You alright? I see it in your eyes a bit,” Clyde fussed, his sincere hazel eyes holding you in their gaze. “See that sadness.”

Not loud enough for your next sentence to fall on unintended ears, you replied, “Well of course I’m upset Clyde. I can’t believe I’m leaving tomorrow.” It was surreal to say out loud.

Clyde reached forward to take your hand where it rested on the bar, his veins throbbing just slightly as he squeezed you. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand and looked up at him. He smiled at you as he could best manage, and lifted your hand to his mouth to plant a kiss on your knuckles and provide that silent comfort. His lips were soft against your skin, his goatee rough, and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the feeling. Oh, how you would miss it.

“Hey, Clyde, there another keg in th’ back?” a voice suddenly called to him across the length of the bar. Clyde sighed as he looked towards the request and hollered back, “Yep, gimme a sec.” His soft gaze returned to you and he insisted, “Try to enjoy yourself, darlin’. You deserve it.” With a pursed smile you nodded your head in a silent promise. “Good.”

Clyde leaned forward to kiss your forehead before he turned to the awaiting gaggle of men clutching empty cups, and he was greeted with a raucous cheer.

You managed a thin smile at the jubilation that swirled around you and looked down at your drink, stirring it lazily. It wasn’t long before someone new demanded your attention.

You felt a tug on your shirt, accompanied by a very determined shout of “Hey!”

A pair of great big round eyes gazed up at you and you beamed right back. “Hey, Sadie. Are you having fun?” you smiled at her. She nodded back without hesitation. “Yeah! Uncle Clyde makes the most deeeeelicious Shirley Temples.” You laughed as you noticed the signs of her soft drink conquests. Now that you saw them, it was impossible to miss how the corners of her mouth were tinged bright red, the signature hue of the sweet grenadine that gave the soda its color.

You were still giggling when she thrust the twine-bound book she clutched in her grasp up towards your face.

“D’you wanna see my book?” she squealed, her fingers tapping along the side as she shook it. Her eyes had that signature Logan gleam, the one that tipped you off that they had a thought that just had to be shared. Your eyes widened at the prospect, you pulled the barstool to your side back away from the bar, and patted it swiftly. “Get on up here, let me see it!”

Sadie’s feet shuffled with excitement as she clambered up onto the stool top. “Well perfect, I’d hoped you’d say that,” she crowed. The leather top of the seat hissed as she plopped down on top of it and spread the brown, flecked pages of the book flat against the bar. “See, I’ve gotten into photography,” Sadie glanced up at you with palpable self-assurance, “as you know, and so I made the whole book by myself.”

You clicked your teeth. “No way!”

“Uuuh, yes way!” she gasped. “I took all the pictures, bound all the pages, and authored this all by myself.” Sadie snapped her mouth shut with conviction. “I bet I could win awards for this book.”

“I don’t think you’re wrong about that, not one bit!” You smiled and patted the cover of the book lightly. “But show me what you’ve done.”

“Oh yeah!” Sadie cracked open the book.

You were greeted with a barrage of photographs. Things you recognized and some you didn’t. There were pictures of the Purple Lady, sat prim and proper in the adjustable chair of Mellie’s salon. A small snapshot of wildflowers on the side of the road. Pictures of every single Logan you could think of.

Her bubbling voice pulled your attention to the next page as she flipped. “This one is from the fall, when my daddy and I raked up all the leaves just so we could jump back in ‘em,” Sadie giggled, her face split by her big, crooked smile.

Your eyes creased with your grin. “That looks like a fun time Sadie!”

As she flipped through the pages and babbled away, you were surprised by the pang of nostalgia that began to ache in your chest again. The same feeling that had plagued you for the past week. The one that should have been out of reach for you.

The same rush of questions that you had tried so hard to answer since you had discovered you had to leave Boone County looped through your head for the thousandth time. How could you already be nostalgic for a place you had known for less than a year? Was that fair? You felt like an imposter, inserting yourself into a life you hadn’t earned, and all because you had fallen for a man who lived among them. You felt fake.

But in all honesty, it didn’t really matter. Regardless of how long you had been in Boone County or in Clyde’s arms, you still felt the sting of saltwater at the corners of your eyes.

Sadie leafed through the booklet and showed you all different snapshots of the county. It was a special sort of walk down memory lane, through the eyes of a four-foot-nine girl.

Slowly, the images became dusted with white. It was an ephemeral scene, the one that captures the solid memories and the essence of the season in one.

“Ohhh,” Sadie drawled. “I just love winter don’t you?” You nodded as you thought back to memories of the winter festival.

Your heart clenched as your gaze caught sight of the picture Sadie had pasted in the center of the next page, surrounded by stickers of cartoon snowflakes and sleds. You looked down at the shiny, flash illuminated faces of you and Clyde. You had a wide grin plastered across your face, your nose was tipped in whipped cream, and Clyde was frozen, caught by the camera just as a laugh bubbled to his lips. His arm was slung around you like a protective shawl, and your head tilted towards his chest as though it chased his comfort.

It was almost magical, how quickly you were transported back to that moment, happy and blissfully unaware of what the future would hold.

“I really like this picture,” Sadie babbled, pointing at your smiling face. You bobbed your head in agreement and swallowed the lump in your throat. “It’s a pretty nice photo,” you sniffed in agreement. “Thank you for taking it.”

A gruff voice broke through your conversation. “Whatcha got there lil’ Sadie?”

You looked up to see Clyde stopped in front of you, his hands busy as they wiped down a glass and his head cocked as he tried to gaze at the book laid in front of his niece.

Sadie slid the book around so that he could get a view of the page. “It’s you two! From the winter festival!” she exclaimed.

Clyde’s face froze as he stared at the scene before him. You cheered on your lip as you scanned his face for any sign of reaction.

“It’s beautiful,” he choked out. When his deep eyes met yours, you swallowed thickly again. It was impossible to break eye contact with Clyde as he stared you down. The amber seas of his eyes were easy to get lost in, and you stared at him, unable and unwilling to break that line of sight. He gazed back at you with an equally loving and intense stare.

The party was far too intimate to allow anyone a moment of peace and quiet, and that was proven true in a split second.

“Alright,” Jimmy announced his presence with the same subtlety ad a foghorn. He smashed his hands against the bar, pulling you and Clyde out of your bittersweet stare. “What in god’s name is going on with the two of you?” He huffed a breath through his upper lip as he clutched at the edge of the bar top. “You two hooligans invited us here for a party and now what? Y’ mope through the whole thing?”

In unison, almost as if it was planned, you and Clyde sighed through your noses. He cocked his eyebrow at you. “Think it’s time to tell ‘em?” Clyde inquired.

You bit your cheek and sighed lightly. “It’s as good a time as any,” you replied and shifted to look at Jimmy. He looked at you from under his brow expectantly and gestured his hands as if to hurry along the explanation he awaited.

“I’m leaving. Tomorrow. I just wanted to see everyone again before I did.”

“And you didn’t tell us?”

Mellie appeared out of thin air behind her brother, her mouth gaped in offense that you had kept that secret hidden away. You grimaced at her sharp inflection. “I’m really sorry Mel. I didn’t want to be a downer.” A nervous laugh escaped you as you tried to reckon with the freshly broken news and shrug it off.

“Well, you better talk now,” Jimmy demanded, his eyes laced with concern. “What happens next? What’s your plan?”

You gestured your hands widely in surrender. “There’s nothing to do. I have to leave, I can’t lose this job.”

Mellie harrumphed as she shook her head. “What about the two of you?”

“Clyde and I already talked it through. We had a good run while it lasted.” Your face twisted as you tried to hold your emotions at bay. “But it’s time for me to go.”

Clyde nodded behind you, staring just below his sibling’s eye line as he avoided their intense glares.

“Well, that just won’t do.” Jimmy wouldn’t let the topic go, nor it seemed, let you come to terms with the fact that it was quickly approaching.

You sighed. “Jimmy, there’s nothing to do. I leave tomorrow.”

Clyde interjected, seeming determined to halt the conversation lest either of you burst into tears that didn’t need to be shed. “It’s done, Jim.”

“Me ‘n Jimmy can look over the bar.”

Earl’s voice cut through the bar and all of your heads snapped to him. He looked over to Jimmy with a smile that screamed satisfaction, and the eldest Logan nodded right back at him. “Well Earl, that’s a mighty fine idea,” Jimmy mused aloud before he looked back at you. “So then Clyde can go with you.”

“Guys, I don’t know when I’ll be done with the next assignment-,” you started, but Jimmy cut you off with a hand and a definitive voice. “No, that wasn’t a suggestion, it was a statement.”

Clyde shook his head. “That one tall order to ask of you. I know Earl’s always fine bein’ here, but what about you? What about the hardware store?”

“I don’t have to take the seasonal job at Lowe’s again this season, I’m flexible.” Jimmy’s hand clapped against his brother’s broad shoulder. “Anyway Clyde, you haven’t had a break in how long?”

Clyde’s eyebrows pinched together as he pondered his brother’s statement. “Don’t think I ever have.”

“That settles it. You could use a break, and your darlin’ here could use some company on the road.”

Clyde chewed on his lip for a moment, pondering the offer his older brother had laid before him. You could see the gears turning in his head and your heart clenched. That one offer, that one saving grace from his brother could change everything.

“Sweetheart,” Clyde started hesitantly. “Would you mind a lil’ change of plans?” he asked, choosing each word carefully as he mulled the plan over in his own mind.

Your eyes widened at him. “Clyde, do you mean that? Would you… I mean would you want to?” You could barely form a single coherent thought, let alone process this sacrifice on your behalf.

Clyde laughed and shook his head. “You know I’d want nothing less.”

It was impossible to believe the new set of rules before you. Sure, you still had to leave Boone County, but you didn’t have to leave Clyde. You didn’t have to set out by yourself. It seemed impossible that you didn’t swallow a bug with how far your mouth hung open as you tried to process the thought of it all.

“What’s goin’ through that little head of yours?” Earl called over to you, pulling a laugh from Jimmy. You snapped from your bliss and gawked at the pair of them, each with goofy smiles plastered across their faces. “Jimmy, Earl, I could kiss you both right now.”

“Hey, watch it,” Clyde growled as he reached forward and pinched your arm lightly. “You best be saving those sweet kisses for me.” You giggled and leaned forward to grab Clyde’s collar and pull him to you. He laughed as he allowed himself to fall forward, and he planted a fat, wet kiss on the corner of your mouth.

You chuckled and pushed his face back with your free palm. “Are you sure about this? Coming with me, I mean?” Your hands vibrated with pure excitement.

Clyde smiled wide at that. “More sure about this than I’ve ever been about anything darlin’.”

You beamed and yanked his face forward to kiss him deeply. Hoots and cheers erupted around you as you smiled against his lips, and you heard Clyde’s perfect chuckle as he pushed back into you. The roaring in your ears as you and Clyde got lost in the feeling of each other drowned out the sounds of the Logan’s celebration. Their cheers faded into the background slowly, until it felt like it was just the two of you in the bar, consumed in the bliss of one another. It was perfect.

~~~

Trees zipped by you as you raced down the West Virginia highway, Clyde at the wheel and you prepped and ready to navigate. Music filled the air as it filtered out of the speakers that dotted the dashboard, and you hummed along to the tune as you gazed out of the windows.

The Logans had come to the trailer early that morning to see you off. Mellie had quickly helped her brother pack a suitcase full of everything he might need on your cross-country trip, and Jimmy whipped up a breakfast for the whole lot of you to share before you set off.

Each of them had left you with a hug, a kiss on the cheek, well wishes, and the promise that they would see you sooner than you’d know, but you’d received two going away presents as well.

The first was from Sylvia. She had passed you a red canvas backpack with a shiny white cross plastered across it. It was stuffed full of first aid supplies “for when you’re out on the trails again,” she had said with a wink. “Can never be too safe.” You had thanked her, knowing you would inevitably come to need it, and she responded with a tight, warm hug.

The second was from little Sadie. You hadn’t wanted to accept them at first, reminding her that she needed them for her portfolio but she, in true Logan fashion, wouldn’t take no for an answer. She had pushed them into your hand and scurried away before you could protest, screaming “Bye, drive safe!” the whole way.

You thumbed the corner of the photographs, flipping in between them as you looked at you and Clyde’s smiling faces. They were both from the festival, from that cherry red booth that Sadie had photographed the two of you in. One had a rough patch of material on the back of it, where Sadie had peeled it from her book. You smiled at her generosity, that she would sacrifice a page of her book just for you to have a keepsake on the road.

Clyde slowed down ever so slightly as the buildings of the town began to dot the sides of the highway, and you smiled at the business you had come to know and love.

“Nice ‘lil goodbye to the town, huh darlin’?” Clyde pondered as he peered forward out of the windshield.

You turned towards him to smile and agree when you were suddenly hit square in the chest with just the perfect idea.

“Clyde!!” you exclaimed, your arms flying out in front of you.

“What, what!” his head whipped to face you, a look of horror plastered across his face. Clyde’s head whipped back and forth between the road and you as you stumbled and blubbered over your words. “Can you… over?” you thrust your arm in front of his face and pointed to the building coming up on the driver’s side of the road.

“Diner!”

Clyde shot a quizzical look at you and you responded by nodding your head. Without a second thought, Clyde turned across the highway and skidded into the asphalt parking lot. You didn’t hesitate to throw open the door of the car and toss your body out once he was just barely parked.

You rushed through the glass door of the diner, grabbed a tack from the small dish by the front, and clambered onto the squeaky vinyl seats of the booth near the back, the one you and Clyde had your first date in. The photograph of you and Clyde in the very same booth was still clutched tightly in your hand. You hollered a quick hello to Muriel behind the counter and she responded with a quick laugh and wave. The excitement that radiated from you was palpable eagerness as you bounced up and down on the vinyl cushions.

The gallery wall before you was packed full of smiling faces and you scanned it quickly, looking for just the perfect spot.

“Ah hah!” you exclaimed as you spied a clear area in between a collage of photographs. Your tongue stuck out of the side of your mouth as you held up the photograph and tried to line it up as level and as straight as possible.

The thumbtack made a small thunk as it pushed through the paint coating the wall, and you stepped back on the bench to admire your work, your chest heaving from the sheet excitement of it all.

The tinkle of the bell made you turn back towards the door.

Clyde walked in behind you, grumbling something about how you “never goddamn slow down” before he stopped to stare at you.

He looked at you quizzically for just a second before he saw what you had done. He whistled low as he sauntered up behind you and hugged you at the waist. “Lookin’ pretty good up there huh?”

You beamed down at him where his head rested against your hip and ruffled his hair. “Did you think we could leave without adding ourselves up on the wall?”

“Guess you’re right. Looks good with my family up there too.”

“You think your momma would mind?”

Clyde scoffed and tugged you down to kiss you. You laughed against his lips as he smiled and broke from you to look at you from under his long lashes. “Darlin’, I know she’d love seein’ you up there.”

~~~

You were back on the road right away, and although you were loath to leave, you were also happy to be on the open roads again. You gazed lovingly at Clyde as he drove your car through the West Virginia mountains. It was a daydream - the windows down, music lilting through the speakers, your mountain man beside you. The fresh mountain air streamed over your hand where you dangled it out of the window and you felt the sun as it warmed your body.

It felt weird, the bittersweet twang at your heart as you drove away from Boone County. You still couldn’t believe how much it had come to mean to you in the time you had been there.

But most of all you couldn’t believe what the man sitting beside you meant to you. You turned over in your seat to gaze at Clyde your eyes full of a love you could barely capture in words. As if he could feel you staring at him, he flicked his eyes to you with a raised eyebrow.

“You alright there darlin’?”

You hummed as you settled back in the seat and propped your feet on the dashboard. “More than alright Clyde,” you responded. “I feel perfectly at home.”

And that was the full truth.

You tapped your toes together on the dashboard as you rolled the taste of that statement around your mouth. “I feel perfectly at home.” It had been years since you had an address to properly call home, but you knew that didn’t matter.

As long as you had Clyde by your side, you were home.

~~~

Taglist: @mind-p0llution @thedivinemissm @clydesducktape @finn-ray-nal-beads @ladygrey03 @desiraypark @1800-fight-me @hopeamarsu @kkysolo @clumsycopy @mylifeisactuallyamess @daydreamsofren @mariesackler (Comment or message me to be added or removed!)

~~~

A/N: Holy fuck. It’s done. I genuinely don’t even know where to begin to thank people but I guess I have to start somewhere.

@mind-p0llution - For so much. Without you, I wouldn’t have started writing, let alone posting. Thank you for encouraging me, boosting my confidence, and encouraging me every step of the way. Thank you for beta’ing chapters and for just being the wonderful human you are. This story wouldn’t have seen the light of day had it not been for you and I am eternally grateful.

@clumsycopy - For creating such gorgeous art for this story and being so kind to it at every turn. AND inspiring me to keep adding to it! You are such a gem.

@kkysolo - For being you. You have kept me writing this story just by supporting it so much and have helped me through so many writers blocks and story issues. Thank you for helping make the story what it is.

@mylifeisactuallyamess @the-sacredtexts @daydreamsofren - For helping when I don’t know how to use punctuation and when I write sentences that sound funny! And again, for being the supportive angels you are.

@clydesducktape @hopeamarsu and treecreeper86 (AO3) - You have been so incredibly kind about this story and I am just? So humbled by it and your more than generous comments. Thank you for just brightening my day all the time.

And to anyone who has given this story a chance. Thank you so much for reading it, interacting with it, and supporting it in any way. It’s been nothing short of an absolute joy to put this story out there, and I am still in shock that it’s over. If you have left a comment in on the past few chapters I am so sorry that I haven’t gotten to address them yet, but I am so, so grateful for it, and I will be answering those over the weekend. I am so thankful for all of you, and I really really hope you enjoyed. <3 Love you. And thank you.

#only fools #my writing #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x you #logan lucky fanfic #cw: implied alcohol

44 notes · View notes