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tbh everyone keeps talking abt fratboy/fuckboy lando and i just need someone to talk to me abt fuckboy/fratboy oscar
can we talk about it?? we talked a bit ab this in messages n i forgot ab this ask tbh im sorry <3
frat!oscar has a history of leading girls on, he'll swear up and down he made it clear he only wanted sex and they're the ones that got attached, and they swear he made them feel special and they thought they could change him. she goes to one of his frat's parties and when they wind up in the kitchen together, she tries to ignore his advances. he makes her drink for her, promising to remember it for next time, but she knows it's just a line. (he totally does remember it though and refills it repeatedly that night and even weeks later he remembers and brings it to her when he hears from one of his brothers that she's there) he spends the entire party flirting with her and trying to get her into bed with him but she leaves with the friends she came with before the party is over and he finds someone else to keep his bed warm for a few hours before he kicks them out.
it goes on like that for a while, her showing up at parties and him flirting with her and her leaving with her friends. he starts bumping into her outside of parties, like he sees her in the cafeteria getting lunch and sits at her table or interrupts her studying in the library to personally invite her to the party. she knows he just wants to get her into bed, and the only thing holding her back is that she kind of likes the attention and she's sure as soon as she sleeps with him he'll lose interest. despite that, she ends up in his bed one night after sharing a joint in the backyard away from everyone else so they wouldn't ask for them to share. he's cooled on the flirting, settled with her being a friend he can chat with before he finds someone to hook up with. he'll slip her a line now and then but when she doesn't return it he starts looking at who else is at the party. he's really not expecting her to suddenly lean in and kiss him after he stubs out the joint, but he's not complaining. they barely make it up to his room, and it's weeks of bent up tension being released. he's used to having to awkwardly ask girls to leave, but he gets up to grab a rag to clean her up and returns to her half dressed, searching for her lost shoe.
he suddenly feels the urge to tell her she doesn't have to go, because it feels like the right thing to do in the moment but he holds his tongue and lets her leave. she's surprised when he finds her at the next party, he hadn't invited her to this one like the last, but he finds her and holds up a joint, asking if she wants to go smoke. she takes a look around the room to see if any of her friends are watching her go back on her word of not hooking up with him again, before nodding and following him outside again. they find their place behind the tree in the back of the yard and he sparks it up after settling against the trunk of the tree, then passes it to her after she sits cross legged next to him. it's him that kisses her this time, leaning in to shotgun a hit after she pulls the joint from her lips. they finish smoking and hook up and she leaves right after again. it drives him crazy that she doesn't even try to stay. like, does she not want to? why doesn't she want to? it fucks with his head and he hooks up with someone else a few nights later just so he can kick them out afterwards.
she's internally panicking because the sex is good and one of her friends is dating one of his brothers or trying to, so even when she doesn't want to go to a party hosted by his frat, she gets dragged out anyways. inevitably, she ends up in his bed and leaves before he can kick her out because she doesn't want to face that embarrassment. he changes things up by asking for her number one day and after a week of casual texting, she's the one who breaks and asks what he's doing that night. he kind of panics thinking she wants him to take her on a date until she sends a second text blatantly inviting him over for sex and he's like, alright. she's on the same level this is cool. they both fall for each other thinking the other wants sex and it's just messy. his brothers notice he's sleeping with the same woman regularly and point her out to him at parties, step in when other guys are flirting with her and such and he keeps acting like it doesn't bother him because she's not his girl. but she totally is.
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#oscar piastri#for a moment I was like why is this so hot#and then i realized#it’s just because it’s different#but also frat boy Oscar??#hello
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For the reverse writing prompts, could I possibly get the teacher rivals one with sewis? Thanks!!!
Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class
reverse trope writing prompts
There is an on going rumour that the feud between Prof. Vettel and Prof. Hamilton, sorry Dr. Hamilton, began somewhere when they were both students. A bit of an urban legend, the two most accomplished minds of their generation, always in the middle of some sort of conflict with one another.
One can often find them in a pub or a coffee shot, debating amicably, even laughing together. They are civil, their conversations never mean spirited. Vettel's TA, Charles tells (a bit of) the tale to Lando one evening.
They are drinking beer and bringing up their horror stories from class, but Charles never talks badly about Sebastian (he only ever calls him that with rosy cheeks, the loser). So Lando expected the chat to be boring, to be another session of starstruck Charlie boy speaking wonders about Seb!
But then Charles takes a sip of lukewarm beer and tells him that he doesn't hate Hamilton, but he definitely wants to be better than him. At one point in time they were both the favorite students of the nowadays legendary Dr. Schumacher. His bronze bust is part of the uni's ritual, if you don't greet him properly whenever you come across him you'll never graduate.
He had been his protegee, Vettel, before Hamilton came in. Lewis started to leap forwards academically and Vettel stayed back trying to work out a thesis he never managed to complete, scrapping it after years bargaining for sources and arguments. He never quite hit the same highs after Dr. Schumi's retirement, to the point people say all his accomplishments were just Michael's in disguise, a party favour of sorts.
Vettel is still one of the most sought after academics in the campus, it's probably why Lewis has often waxed poetry about his rival, but still asks around what does Vettel do, just to one up him the next semestre.
Lando takes a drag of the blunt and lays back on the carpet while Charles keeps talking, now burning through Oscar's seemingly infinite reservoir of patience. He's got to admit, it's pretty funny his professor keep making a fuss of being the best class on campus. It is true that they go back and forth, trading the highest scores in websites where students grade their professors.
Lando thinks he likes Hamilton more if only because Vettel corrects his typos with red markings and he fucking hates that shit. He's got dyslexia or whatever, it's not his fault technically.
"So, in a fuck, marry, kill context," Oscar starts, speaking through a bite of a sandwich that is at this point turning a week old, "would you go for fuck Vettel or fuck Hamilton?"
Lando hums. Considering the psychosexual obsession his professors have with one another... "Kill me, please."
#*taps mic* is this thing one#partially inspired by piastriachio's reeducation verse as in charles lando and oscar are all in the same frat thanks#fic asks#sewis#palewolfcheesecake-blog
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we are absolutely manifesting mclaren wins this season, i need their development to go well and for them to be serious competition to rbr for my mental health and stability
we’re manifesting literally so hard like please. i need it. they need it. we all need it. give them wins. give them domination. give them 1-2s. give them pole. give them everything. dale.
#id say i’m sorry for the pitbull reference but i’m not#also hello fellow mclaren fan#do you also find their clear struggle to post things funny cause lando’s on his frat boy pose world tour sfill and oscar is … somewhere?#their digging through the archives for postable content and reposting lando’s own instagram posts at this point is sending me#f1#mclaren#not a tag#from saph
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🍹 — i need to know more about oscar. who is he here? is he still the chilliest guy on earth during parties? how does he put up with the lando variants living with him? how did he end up in a frat house in the first place?! and, especially, why do i see him as the one who knows every secret or any gossip about all of his brothers?
oh sweet little oscar. oscar is in his first year studying kinesiology. he is the beer guy of the frat for sure. theres always these groups of guys that bring a six pack to a function because they refuse to drink hard liquor so often. he's that guy. i mean hell drink mixed drinks n crazy stuff every once in a while but with how often they have parties/kickbacks, he tries to stick to beer. he personally loves living in the house, and he's very much little brother energy. just watching how the older brothers run everything, always willing to help, always willing to do whatever is asked of him if he has the time.
if you must know, he ended up joining the fraternity because (1) his best friend logan said that he has to rush with him and (2) lando and daniel saw him walking by their booth on campus and pulled him into a thirty minute conversation about frats-turned-future. they got along really well (most especially him and lando) and thats how he ended up going greek.
and i would say that oscar very much unintentionally happens upon tea about the brotherhood. hes a new member which means he doesnt get looped into a lot but as i've mentioned before since he's such a helper he kind of just gets sucked into the conversations. he's quiet, always just listens and gives very little to no input. and i think thats why older brothers dont mind having him around when theyre talking tea + gossip.
come to the house party!!
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2020 movie duke leto gives off tired overworked dad energy. like this dude is doing his best but he's old and tired. meanwhile book duke leto is making stupid bad decisions because he's hopped up on space caffeine and hasn't slept in two weeks. movie leto: sleepy tired and sad dad. book leto: college student who just slammed back three monsters and has decided that gaslighting their girlfriend is the only way to keep kappa delta phi from winning the fraternity dodgeball game.
#wow aerin shut up#aerin yells about dune#i dont know anything about frats i just think its funny to reduce the harkonnens to a silly dodgeball tourney#anyways. book leto is infinitely more interesting to me??#like sure oscar isacc did great as leto#love the poison tooth scene. loungy floppy man. great stuff#but book leto has this manic panicky energy to him#but you can tell: even though time ran out on him he was fighting to the bitter end#isacc's leto just felt like he'd already been defeated
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https://www.tumblr.com/pinkswaet/737600285580689408/if-you-take-requests-could-you-do-this-frat
This has been living in my head rent-free it’s one of my favorite Lando fics of all time. May I beg you to do something similar with Oscar 🥺 Pretty please 🥺
Love Wasn’t Enough | O.P81
Summary: Your lazy weekend isn’t really lazy anymore after you accidentally bump into your toxic ex at a party.
Warnings: nsfw, 18+, cock drunk reader, degradation, choking, slut shaming, dacryphilia
Just like always, you’re spending your weekend binge watching Brooklyn Nine Nine. The show you and Oscar used to watch together. But not anymore. Why? Because he’s just a narcissistic soul who never gave a fuck about you. Or anyone else. That’s the reason why you broke up with him.
But you still loved him. It’s not like you didn’t. Only a fool wouldn’t love Oscar Jack Piastri. But guessing love wasn’t enough to hold your relationship together.
You better get your ass ready in 30 mins. I’m coming to pick you up.
Your thoughts got distracted by the notification sound. You clearly can’t remember what the hell your friend is talking about.
For what???
The fucking party we decided to go to, remember?
Fuck. You forgot.
You didn’t even reply to her text since you got busy trying to figure out what to wear. Your closet looked like a fucking mess but you couldn’t care less.
After a good 20 minutes you finally got a red dress out, which was a bit too fancy and a bit too slutty. But fuck it. Who cares?
At least the person who would care isn’t here anymore.
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“Well, don’t you look a bit too fancy?” Your friend asked in a taunting tone. You just rolled your eyes saying, “Who gives a fuck? I’m single now for fucks sake.” Your response made your friend giggle as you both made your way to the car.
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As soon as you entered the house, you knew you made a wrong decision. It would’ve been better if you had stayed at home.
“Don’t you love it?” Your friend asked as you looked at her. “What?” You asked. You can’t even hear her because of how stupidly loud the music is. “Don't you love it here?” She practically screamed those words in your ear as you nodded and agreed with her.
But you were lying. This was really boring.
“Wait here, I’m gonna be right back, okay?” She said as you smiled at her and nodded.
-
“Oh look who’s here.” A familiar voice said as you turned around to look up at him. A cocky smile painted on his face.
Oh fuck.
“Missed me, huh?” He asked as he got a bit closer to you. Close enough for you to smell his cologne from his leather jacket. You took a step back and sighed, “I don’t fucking miss you.” You lied. Of course you miss him. Although you hated almost everything about him, you still loved him in a way you didn’t know you could.
Oscar smiled at you and scoffed a little as he asked, “Then why the fuck did you come crawling to me, huh?” His soft whisper was burning your skin. “I didn’t come crawling to you. I’m just here with my one friend. Just so then she doesn’t feel lonely.” You said in your defense. Oscar squinted his eyes and glanced around the room and looked at you again. “But I don’t see any of your little ‘friend’ here. Where are they sweetheart?” He asked as you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down, trying to figure out what to say or do.
You’re never talking to this bitch again.
“I uh… I don’t know. She must be somewhere around.” You managed to say something in your defense. Oscar just raised his eyebrows as if he knew you were lying to him.
Oscar just smirked at you as he got more close to you, whispering in your ear, “But I know that you missed me. Don’t you want a little treat for missing me so much?” The way his hand brushed your skin made you go crazy. But you’re still not sure if it’s a good idea or not. Well, it’s definitely not. He’s just a toxic ex who doesn’t deserve your love.
“I don’t miss you.” You lied. Again.
“Stop lying. You know you sound very pathetic when you can’t even lie properly.” He said as he brushed your hair away from your face.
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Of course you were complaining about the ‘loud music’ in the house but do you even care about it now? No, you don’t.
You can’t even hear anything properly since all you can hear is Oscar breathing heavily in your ear. Every little groan makes you whine for more of him. More of his touch.
More more more…
“F-fuck, Oscar please, r-right there.” You pleaded as he kept on thrusting his dick inside of you from behind. Your knuckles turned white as you grabbed on the edge of the sink tightly. He then grabbed you by your neck and forced you to look at your own fucked out reflection on the mirror.
“Yeah? Right there? I know you missed how my cock filled your pathetic little cunt.” He said as you just nodded. Not being able to get a proper sentence out.
You winched in pain when his grip around your neck tightened, “Get some words out of this stupid little mouth.”
“Y-yes, yes I missed it s-so fucking much. Fuck I missed your cock so m-much ugh!” You let those words out, not even knowing what you just said. You’re too dumbfounded to even think.
“That’s right. I know you missed being fucked like a worthless little slut you are.” He whispered in your ear as you closed your eyes, chasing your orgasm. His warm breath on your neck was driving you insane.
Your mouth hung open when you felt his dick twitch inside of you. You knew what that meant.
He was about to pull out, to cum on your ass but you tugged on his T-shirt to stop him from pulling out. “No n-no, please. Cum inside of me. I want your cum, please.” You pleaded pathetically as he scoffed at you.
“Who knew that a worthless little girl would end up so much cock drunk for me, huh?” You whined at his words.
“Please…” You pleaded again. Just wanting more of him. Not caring about anything else. “Please, baby I want you to fill me up.” You whined, practically crying for it.
You bit on your lower lip when you felt his cum filling every inch of your wall. His groan echoed across the room.
“Fucking hell, I missed you.” He whispered, kissing your shoulder. His chest heaving up and down as he breathed heavily.
You let out a moan when you felt his fingers pushing his cum deeper inside of you. “Can’t let that go to waste, huh?” He said as he smirked at you.
You were about to say something but got cut off by a notification on your phone.
Wait, I just heard your toxic ex is here too. But, where are you?
A/N: @golden-flora my baby, hope you liked it. I almost killed myself while writing this. Just don’t hate me if it’s bad. Anyway, requests are open. So, feel free to ask what you want you want me to write. I love you. ❤️
#f1#f1 x you#f1 x reader#formula one#f1 imagine#f1 smut#f1 x female reader#f1 x y/n#formula 1#f1 fanfic#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri f1#oscar piastri 81#oscar piastri#oscar piastri smut#op81 imagine#op81 x you#op81 smut#op81 x reader#op81 fic#op81#mclaren formula 1#mclaren formula one#mclaren#formula one x you#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula one fanfiction#f1 fic#formula racing
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vettel reincarnate * female!driver
-> after retiring from formula 1 at the end of the 2022 season, f1 legend sebastian vettel realised a while after the announcement that he would miss the paddock way too much. instead of taking back his announcement, he pairs up with an up-and-coming driver and gets her a seat in a race car in formula 1.
in another life * female!driver x logan sargeant
-> "if not in this universe, do you think we're at least together in another?" "there has to be at least one where we're happy."
it's nice to have a friend * logan sargeant x platonic fem!driver
-> it's never fun feeling like an outsider, so you'd sworn that nobody would ever feel the way you did all those years ago
i'm giving up your ghost * multiple drivers
-> i’d live in these stories forever if it means being with you
fast times and fast nights * f1 grid as wags
-> what do you expect when you put the grid and their partners on a reality show?
i said "i love you" * valentine's day special
-> different reactions to the phrase
max verstappen
midnights
-> a compilation of lonely midnights shared between you and max following your breakup
5 times
-> there are five times max almost caught himself saying he loves you, and then there’s the time that he finally let you know
3 times
-> you've had a crush on the racing prodigy for as long as you've known him - you had your own troubles biting back on words too.
glitter
-> it’s the morning after a party, and you find yourself tangled up in bed with your boyfriend
the other woman
-> everything falls into place in your mind when max fails to show up for you at the one event you desperately wanted him to be at
charles leclerc
i quit drinking
-> you were never one to turn down alcohol. when you do, it causes a ruckus among your friends.
to forget you
-> you avoided alcohol to forget the likes of charles, but he coped by drowning himself in the very same thing that reminded him of you
you called
-> you called, so he came.
george russell
sex
-> it was supposed to be just sex
be mine
-> your last night together ended on a bad note, and now you’re back after months to explain yourself
alex albon
love like this
-> alex may be the reason your parents are separating, but he proves to you that soulmates still exist
get this right
-> the thought of proposing to you is one that always comes easy to alex, but what he hadn’t expected is how difficult it is to execute it
first podiums
-> it’s her first win in formula one as a female driver and her boyfriend can’t be any happier for her
logan sargeant
take my hand * prince!logan
-> the princess, to inherit the throne after marriage, is having the hardest time trying to find a man to wed. until, a certain duke of somewhere comes riding in to ask for her hand
our spot
-> a text from you is the last thing logan expects when he's back home for the holidays especially when it's your first text in almost two years
our spot, 2
-> it’s about two weeks since you last saw logan and you find him sitting all alone in the dark
oscar's girl / logan's girl
-> logan never thought he would meet the girl that broke oscar’s heart
where the fun begins * frat!logan (college!mick)
-> logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc
to the moon and back * dad!logan
-> the misadventures of little luna sargeant
carlos sainz
one of your girls
-> you’re just another name in black ink in his long list of girls, and you should know better. so why are you at his apartment in the middle of the night after weeks of radio silence?
oscar piastri
logan's girl
-> oscar truly never thought he would ever see the girl that was the cause of his first ever heartbreak
mastermind
-> oscar did not expect that he had to share a bed with you during his trip to visit you over his break
mick schumacher
no other shade of blue, but you
-> you didn't have a favourite colour up until you met him
where the fun begins * college!mick (frat!logan)
-> logan sees you wrapped around another’s arms shortly after you ghost him and he decides to wreak some havoc
invisible string
-> unbeknownst to you, there was a force that was pulling you and mick together your entire lives
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The Y/l’s
Logan Sargent x journalist!reader smau
Similar to Allison and Issac Rochelle Kutch, the internet decided that you are not a Sargent, but rather Logan is a Y/l. I imagine this takes place years in the future (Logan isn't 22 and in his rookie season but a little older)
logansargent
Liked by: Alex_albon, daltonsargent, y/nsargent, and 369,298 others
logansargent: I recommend marrying your childhood crush. Y/n, this past year of being your husband has been incredible, every year I get to count as being yours is better than the last. It's always been you -Your husband ❤️
Tagged y/nsargent
y/nsargent from friends to “friends” to dating to married, who wouldn’t thunk it! Love you so much Lo❤️
logansargent love you more ❤️
alex_albon “friends” is crazy
daltonsargent those teen years were something
user1 my standards aren’t high, I just want a man who will openly declare himself mine on main
Williamsracing our fav bride💙
y/nsargent Williams admin 🔛🔝
user2 I cant decide if I love or hate the idea of wrecking the dress at the end of the reception 🫠
oscarpiastri I can’t believe I’ve had to deal with y’all for so long
logansargent do you want compensation or something??
y/nsargent here’s a cookie for your troubles 🍪
user3 "its always been you" SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent been making Sargent look good for a whole year 💪💪 Logan, it’s been a fairytale with you!! Thank you for being here for everything and showing me that long distance is worth it❤️
Tagged logansargent
logansargent you make Sargent look damn good baby❤️
y/nsargent 🥰
lilymhe absolutely stunning- one of my favorite days ever!!
y/nsargent best maid of honor ever (even though you showed me up at my own wedding)
lilymhe i couldn’t never show you up (you can get payback at mine promise)
y/nsargent can’t wait!! @/alex_albon tick tick
alex_albon you’re either flirting with her or encouraging a proposal
user1 uugh the wedding collage is such a vibe 😫
user2 literal goals
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent: the grind>>>
Tagged: no one
user1 full time journalist AND full time wag
user2 what can’t she do
logansargent it don’t stop 💪😎
landonorris ok frat boy
user3 Logan is the real trophy husband here
oscarpiastri real
user4 OSCAR?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??
lilymhe I’m still in awe of your ability to work on a plane
y/nsargent it’s less of my ability to and more of that Coke next to me in the first pic 💀
user5 LMAO
user6 I love how she never misses watching a race
user7 especially bc her schedule is already so crazy
user8 fr she’s constantly flying from one place to another writing for a million companies
user9 She's everything and he's just Ken
logansargent
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logansargent Podium in my home race for my good luck charm- it'll always be you 🍀🏆
Tagged williamsracing, y/nsargent
y/nsargent when he dedicated his home race to you >>>
landonorris he talks like a frat dude and you talk like you’re chronically on tik tok…
oscarpiastri match made in heaven
y/nsargent I don’t remember inviting this energy into my comment thread
user1 screaming crying throwing up
user2 “my good luck charm” 🤸🏼♀️🚊
user3 sleeping on the Highway
user4 toaster bath bomb fr fr
user5 Logan making it on the podium and still bringing up his wife is literal trophy husband behavior
user6 Logan Y/l fr fr
user7 who’s Logan Sargent anyway? Ew
y/nsargent 👀 @/lilymhe
lilymhe well when you bring Taylor into the convo…
Williamsracing on three everyone say thank you y/n
y/nsargent thank you y/n
Alex_albon girlie bffr
user8 why am I crying? no reason just Logan always telling it is or it always will be her
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent wreck my plans that’s my man 🇺🇸🦅
Tagged logansargent, Williamsracing
logansargent and what did I do to deserve a T Swift caption??
y/nsargent just by being the trophy husband you are ❤️
logansargent proudly ❤️
user1 y/n always delivers 10/10 Logan content
user2 the emojis💀
lilymhe that pic is literal goals
y/nsargent we're literal goals
lilymhe love you bae
logansargent do we have any defense here
Alex_albon none mate
Y/nsargent with spokeswomen
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y/nsargent: no one is gonna tell you this kid, but I can now. You are gonna have so many sleepless nights, so many long plane rides across the world, so many abandoned relationships, and so so many tears. You're gonna cover more sports games, fashion shows, and political events than you ever thought possible. You will hit the very rock bottom of it all multiple times, but you’ll keep going. Thank God that you did, because now you have multiple awards under your belt as well as your own news provider, @/spokeswomen!
I don't know what the future will look like other than more busy, busy days but thank you to everyone who has supported me on this journey and will continue to 🫶🫶
Tagged: spokeswomen
lilymhe your journey has been so so inspirational to women in all fields! I am so excited that because of you and your connections the world now has another safe space for female based news!! 💖
y/nsargent love you lil!! You are as much as an inspiration to me💖
logansargent I'll be your coffee runner forever if it means shit like this gets done 👏
y/nsargent you're gonna regret saying that
user6 we love a supportive husband
user7 Mr. Y/l raising standards everywhere
taylorswift such a incredible creation!! So many wonderful stories are gonna be shared and many necessary actions will be kicked started here-- you have a loyal follower
y/nsargent ahh thank you so much!! It is such an honor to read this, especially after all the hype sessions to "The Man" and "Mad Women"
user1 if @/spokeswomen has a hundred followers I'm one, if they have 1 its me, and if they have 0 I'm dead
user2 I love the idea of all women based and written articles on a wide range of topics-- they website/media pages are so aesthetic too😫
user3 so Logan goes vroom vroom for a job while Y/n created an entire news company to share women's voices??
user4 official petition to have their last names changed to Y/l
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user5 live, laugh, love Y/n Y/l
serenawilliams it's people like you who make the world a better place
y/nsargent likewise- you've been one of my biggest inspirations
logansargent
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logansargent: the setup v.s the view 😍
tagged: y/nsargent
y/nsargent is this a thirst trap for our marriage??
lilymhe you can take the boy away from the frat boy mentality, but you can't take the mentality out of the boy...
user1 men<< women fr fr
y/nsargent Logan Y/l energy
user2 LMAO Y/N 💀
user3 SHE KNOWS
logansargent how does that equate to Kenergy
williamsracing room with a view 🫶
User4 his hands???
User5 foaming at the mouth
User6 what does she use to do her hair? It looks great
Williamsracing
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Williamsracing: the air smells like a podium for Mr. Y/l this weekend‼️
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User1 Babe wake up Williams called Logan Y/l
Y/nsargent Williams gets it
Lilymhe the word is spreading
Logansargent I’m still just as confused as in Y/n’s comment section
Y/nsargent don’t worry babe
oscarpiastri it’s your true form
user2 *eagle screech*
user3 the last name was the final factor to becoming the ultimate trophy husband
user4 lmao he's about to ascend
Y/nsargent
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Y/nsargent vacation with the Y/n’s
Tagged Logansargent
Logansargent I feel like I’m losing my manly man cred with this new trend
Alex_albon don’t worry man you can’t lose what you never had
Lilymhe Alex you're one to talk
y/nsargent BAHAHAHAH
user1 not Logan losing his mind over this 😭
User2 “my manly man cred” ROLLING
oscarpiastri he called me to complain about this
User3 not Dalton telling on him
Logansargent if you’ve spent the amount of time I have talking with her abt being a SARGENT and then spend over a year with the name SARGENT you’d be concerned too
Y/nsargent awww lo 🥺
logansargent
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Logansargent can’t here y'all up here
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Y/nsargent get them with the clap back baby!!
Lilymhe we’re rooting for you!!
Logansargent y’all are both assholes
User1 Leia ate
logansargent golden hour goddess
user2 oh to travel to the mountains with my husband and our dog
y/nsargent I'd also like to add Leia has my last name at the vet...
logansargent too bad I don't go to the vet as well
user3 LMAO
user4 we love the middle school comebacks
user5 this entire family has pretty privilege
lilymhe
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lilymhe dinner with the He's and Y/l's
tagged: y/nsargent, logansargent, Alex_albon
y/nsargent I missed our dinners
lilymhe same!! screw adult life with adult responsibilities
user1 that looks so good
user2 oh to be invited to a dinner with Y/n and Lily
user3 why does that salad look so plain💀
Alex_albon wondeful night darling ❤️ thank you to everyone involved for trusting mine and Logan's cooking
logansargent a very big thank you
user4 he's just building the resume, soon all Y/n will need to do is work and be pretty
logansargent that's the goal
y/nsargent
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y/nsargent we've hit 1 million followers on @/spokeswomen!! This project has meant so much to me and to see it grow has been unreal!! Thank you to the wonderful group of women who stand beside me and help keep this dream afloat- I love y'all more than words💖
Logan (and Leia), thank you for all the nights you've held me together when I wanted to fall apart and quit this project. You saw the vision that was so much bigger than me. I love you so much ❤️
tagged: spokeswomen, logansargent, partner1, partner2, partner3, partner4
user1 since they adopted Leia she's been in every post of theirs 😭
user2 they're so real for it
partner2 I'm forever in awe of your hard work and how you made a dream your reality!!
logansargent you have always and will always be the one for me, wether or not 7 y/o me knew it. You are such an inspiration to me always. I will always pick you up when you fall, because you've always been the wind beneath me to keep me soaring high ❤️
y/nsargent now I'm crying at work, I love you so much Lo❤️
user3 that office in an introverts nightmare
y/nsargent don't worry! Everyone's preference and comfort was taken into account when designing- we have plenty of support for all kinds of social types. Plus we've all grown close so it feels more casual than cold and business-y
user4 that's so considerate
partner3 she's the best boss ever
partner1 I'm in debt to you everyday for bring me onto this amazing project- I cannot wait to see what the future holds
user5 aww Logan and Leia
Alex_albon top tier dog dad right there
lilymhe when can we get one
Alex_albon with what time?
y/nsargent you're so right, y'all are too busy for a dog. Now a specific diamond ring however...
lilymhe you heard the lady
logansargent
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logansargent cheers to 2 whole years of marriage! I never want to imagine a reality where we aren't together- thank you so much for all the support and love. The only girl you could ever come second to is Leia. I promise to forever bring you coffee, make sure you rest, and mostly importantly love you. Its always been you- Mr. Y/l
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y/nsargent ALERT THE PUBLIC HE SAID MR. Y/L
user6 "its always been you- Mr. Y/n" I can't handle this rn
user7 Logan finally used Y/l
user8 as much as I hated the wait, this was the best time for him to do it
y/nsargent I love you so much Lo, I'm holding you up to your promises- specially the last one
logansargent yes ma'am
user1 YOURE TELLING ME HER WEDDING RING IS ENGRAVED WITH WHAT HE ALWAYS TOLD/TELLS HER
user2 the childhood friends to lovers trope is truly magical
user3 God it's me again
user4 I just want a man who will openly admit his love, as well as say it's always been me
user5 Y/n just lives in a romance novel
lilymhe my absolute favorites 🫶 many years of happiness and adventures to you three
y/nsargent 🫶
Alex_albon congrats on the big 2!! Love you both
logansargent thank you man
williamsracing we're not crying over the Y/l's, you are🥹
f1 in this house we support the Sargent's/Y/l's
#logan sargeant x reader#logan sargeant#Logan sergeant imagine#williams racing#f1 smau#f1 x reader#f1 imagines#f1#formula 1 smau#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 x reader#Logan sergeant smau#alex albon
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2k celebration ❋
Wowe. 2k??? Haven’t been much interactive since the beginning of time but I wanna thank all y’all lovely people – and bots – who followed me for my professional yapping journey. 🫶🫶
just a little thank you I’m gonna list all of my f1 favs – and writers!
please do respect the writers, as some works are not for minors; I’ll mark them with *
– lando norris 4
you came, you called @dilemmaontwolegs
a birkin bag for yn @xhopelesslyromanticx
*dangerous, tained, and flawed @prettyfastcars
toothbrush @works-of-fanfiction
– charles leclerc 16
right timing @moneymasnn
a house, a home @forteafy
– logan sargeant 2
pros and cons @gentlyweeps-world
where the fun begins @disneyprincemuke
– carlos sainz 55
hard yet to pass @leclsrc
a house, a home @forteafy
the one you need @multiversesweets
mine @pucksandpower
*do you want it? @leclsrc
– oscar piastri 81
wedding panic @jackpiastri
uh oh @uluvjay
no red flags @struggling-with-drivers
be brave @scuderiahoney
dirty streets @lipringlrh
– misc.
when we were young @shaarlslec SV5
meet cute with the guy on the bus @sebscore MS47
sweet like grenadine @scuderiahoney DR3
my man isn’t creepy! @rene-spade CS55 DR3 OP81 PG10
– fav blogs ��
@multiversesweets (little leclerccc)
@planetpiastri (number one OP&LS stan🙏)
@disneyprincemuke (frat logan got me on hold 😩)
@lorarri (buzzfeed. that’s it 🤭)
@leclsrc (you already know…my favorite carlos writer)
@prettyfastcars (mob lando 👹👹)
@itaipava (og drivers blurb 🙏)
@sebscore (gen z driver + jenson crush og)
@norrizzandpia (mclaren girlies feeder 😩)
@norrisleclercf1
@scuderiahoney
@povlnfour
@pucksandpower
@httpiastri
spread some love and take care!! 😘👹
#formula 1#f1 x reader#f1#lando norris x reader#lando norris#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri#rec#fic recs#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz#logan sargent x reader#sebastian vettel#daniel ricciardo x reader#mick schumacher x reader
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𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 in which oscar is forced to go on a dating app by lando, and he finds some..interesting people! ౨ৎ oscar x reader
WELCOME TO DULCE HOTLINE
the app where you are destined to find the one!
create an account >
login <
number: xxx-xxx-xxx
name: oscar piastri
birthday: april 6th, 2001 (22)
nationally: australian
idea type: funny, nice, and pretty
about you: i like cars?
add a profile! >
please wait while we find your matches !
loading . .
thank you for being patient,
we have found 4 matches!
madison rife has requested to message you!
accept > decline
birthday: november 10th, 2002 (21)
nationally: british
ideal type: dorks, funny, and cute
bio: follow the gram!
madison rife
hey! i think you’re really cute :)
oscar
thanks
madison rife
thanks? that’s all you have to say?
i just complimented you and all you have to say is
‘thanks’ ??? you’re not even gonna say it back??
😐😐
oscar
sorry mate?
this person has blocked you!
try again?
yes > no
hailey danes has requested to message you!
accept > decline
birthday: july 25th, 2001 (22)
nationally: australian
ideal type: charles leclerc
bio: everyones a ferrari fan
hailey danes
oscar fucking piastri???
on dulce hotline??? 😭
thats crazy
oscar
oscar who? the grouch?
hailey danes
😭😭
what brings u here tho
oscar
lando forced me
you would NOT
catch me on this
app if i wasnt forced
hailey danes
lmfao that’s funny
😭
oscar
also i’m gonna block you
for my safety
hailey danes
that’s fine!
tell charles to look at my dms fr
Message ❤️ by oscar piastri
you have blocked this user!
report them? yes < no
try again?
yes > no
lando norris has requested to message you!
accept > decline
birthday: november 13th, 1999 (24)
nationally: british
ideal type: smart and pretty
bio: f1 driver for mclaren
lando norris
LMFAO OSCAR
NO WAY I MATCHED WITH YOU 💀
*clears voice*
sup baby 😮💨
oscar
is that how you talk
to girls on this app? 😭
cause boy, do i feel bad
lando norris
my number one opposition bruh
and NO?? I don’t talk to girls like that
oscar
you look like a frat boy
in your profile 💀
lando norris
let’s talk about YOUR profile
are you trying to scare girls away?
you look…. 🌝
oscar
honestly at this point, yes
you’re the one who forced me to get this app
I don’t need a girlfriend
lando norris
that’s what bitches who need
a girlfriend say..
anyways bye oscah!!
good luck on your hunt for a girlfriend
oscar
thanks mate…
try again?
yes > no
y/n l/n has requested to message you!
accept > decline
age: 22
nationally: ??
ideal type: nice and funny
bio: delusional taylor swift lover
y/n l/n
heyooo
you seem pretty normal looking!
oscar
thank you, i think?
you as well
y/n l/n
soo what brings a cute
guy on this app?
oscar
oh, well 😭
my friend kinda forced me to get it
y/n l/n
funny story because
me too?? 💀
honestly, dating apps
aren’t my thing, u feel me?
oscar
oh yeah, I totally agree
some of the people are odd
y/n l/n
NO LITERALLY
it’s so scary there r barely
any normal people on this damn app
oscar
exactly lmfao
y/n l/n
you’re normal though 🙏🏼
just don’t end up being a murder x
oscar
yeah, so about that
apparently someone thought
i murdered my girlfriend
which i don’t even have
y/n l/n
sorry oscar I don’t think
this is gonna work out!
i can’t date a guy who shot
his not real gf ://
oscar
oh yeah thats understandable
what a shame though
ause you’re quite pretty
y/n l/n
stop 🤭
thank you
you’re pretty too (can i call a man pretty????)
even if you look a little mean in your profile
oscar
i was scaring other girls away
y/n l/n
wowzers
anyways it’s time for me to
get my beauty sleep 😴
oscar
goodnight, it was refreshing talking
to someone normal
y/n l/n
haha it was nice talking to u as well!!
okay, goodnight mr. shoot a gf that doesn’t even exist ⭐️
also my insta is yourusername
if u wanna follow :p
Message ❤️ by oscar piastri
oscah 🦅
lando
lando
lando
lando
norris
norris
hello
stop hoeing around
????????
landoh 🥸
jesus
ok clingy
what’s up ?
oscah 🦅
landoh 🥸
?????
care for some context
oscah 🦅
i met her on dulce hotline
landoh 🥸
oo she’s a cutie
oscah 🦅
i know, she’s a major cutie
her personality, chef’s kiss
landoh 🥸
little oscah pastry
has a crusshhh
oscah 🦅
I wouldn’t say that
not YET at least.
landoh 🥸
didn’t i tell u it would
be good for u to get that app
🤠
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౨ৎ hello! this is a bit short, but here’s the introduction to my new series ‘dulce hotline’ i hope you’ll like it! thanks 4 reading!
also this is heavily, heavily, inspired by my wife’s (@d6za1) wattpad book ‘chiki hotline’ so all credits to her! and thank you for letting me use the idea of the dating app 🥸!
other mentions, @moneygramhaas @amoosarte @ch3rryknots ౨ৎ
#౨ৎ dulce hotline#mini series#꩜ my writings#𓇼 landitolover#f1#f1 fanfic#formula one#oscar piastri#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri x oc#dating apps#smau#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 x female reader#female reader#lando norris
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Hi Cait!! How have you been? I’m back!! I’ve been sick for the past week and it’s been killing me. I had an event to go to today and was dying the entire time 😭. Anyways, I just read your frat!oscar imagines and I need more.
Like imagine a guy at party is consistently hitting on her and she’s like hell no. Even after she walks away he’s still being an asshole. Oscar sees this and interferes and they fuck and confess there feeling or some type of shit like that.
not sure if i like this bc im very tired and i got a migraine while writing but wanted to post it before i went to bed soo here u go baby i hope it is ok <3
they're not official but it's clear to everyone at the party that she's off limits because she's been with oscar the entire time, at this party and every party for the past few weeks. he's in the middle of a beer pong game when she empties her cup and sets out to get a new one, oscar tries asking her to wait so he can go with but she wants a sprite cocktail now.
the guy was blocking the drinks in the kitchen and insisted on making the drink for her. "hey pretty, what's your name? you here alone? what can i get you?"
she cowls at the questions and pulls her cup to her chest, "i'm with a friend, and i've got it."
he shakes his head and lurches forwards to snag the cup, "nonsense. what are you drinking?"
she grits her teeth before telling him. he walks like a turtle to the fridge, "so, you said you're with a friend but you look pretty alone. need some company?" he shoots her a wink as he scoops ice into her cup and she holds back a gag at the sight.
"i'm good. i'm just getting a drink, he's playing beer pong." he wrinkles his nose and grumbles, "beer is for losers, liquor is where it's at. what are you doing with a guy who plays beer pong?" he pours a ridiculous amount into her cup as she says it, then pours a small amount of sprite on top before thrusting it towards her. she ignores the urge to point out that he's literally at a frat party, he should expect drinking games, but she doesn't want to prolong the conversation. the liquid sloshes out of the cup as she takes it and she makes a plan to dump it outside when she goes back to oscar for him to make her a drink. "thanks." she drops the one word to end the conversation and turns to exit the kitchen, heading straight towards the backdoor.
unfortunately, he follows her. "i could show you a good time, sweetheart. what's your name? you didn't tell me." she ignores him again, but this clearly upsets him because the next thing she knows, a hand is on her wrist jerking her back. "hey! i'm talking to you. what's your name?" the cup of alcohol sloshes on the ground and she seeks it splash on her shoes.
oscar ends up leaving the game when she doesn't return within the time it takes to fetch drink, has one of his brothers take his place and they make him down three drinks to make up for what he'd drank. he barely makes it inside before he sees her pressed against a wall by some partier. at first, he sees her hands on his chest and feels his gut twist as he thinks she's about to pull him in for a kiss, but then he realizes she's trying to push him away and ducking her face away from his. he doesn't think twice before he pulls him away and slams him into the opposite wall, balling the guys polo into his fists to hold him there as he growls, "keep your fucking hands off my girl."
the man immediately pushes oscar back but oscar holds his ground and pushes him back into the wall as he argues, "hey man! i didn't know she was anyone's girl."
reader pipes up that she mentioned she was with someone and oscar snorts as he pulls the guy from the wall and pushes him towards the back door, "get the fuck out of my house, and don't fuckin come back, got it?" he turns back to the girl he was looking for and pulls her into his arms, "you're okay?"
she nods as she wraps her arms around him, "you called me your girl. that's new."
he shakes his head, "really not the focus right now, tell me you're okay."
she grins and pushes up on her tip toes, "i'm okay, now can we focus on you calling me your girl?"
he rolls his eyes and presses his lips to hers briefly before spinning her around and nudging her forward, "what am i gonna do with you?"
she giggles at his teasing and holds a hand behind her as she fires back, "i have a few ideas, mind if i show you?" oscar takes the hand and lets her lead him up to his bedroom before he fishes his keys out of his pockets to unlock the door. she doesn't get the full feelings confession but he's very possessive as soon as the door shuts and tells her she's his as much as she wants to hear it, relishes in the way she whimpers and asks him to say it again and again and then repeats it back to him.
feelings talk comes later when they are sober and he's ready to be a boyfriend. he has a lot on his plate with college and has this idea of the college experience and a girlfriend isn't a part of it. or he had his heart shattered before and he doesn't want reader to hurt him again.
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Masterlist
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WIPs List
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About Me
Poly!Plasticsverse
CLAIMED ANON EMOJIS: 🦁💙🌕🧡🍉🧃☀️💕💌💐🍄
Regina George
My Girl
Regina is possessive over what's hers.
There For You
Janis and Regina help Reader get over a bad breakup, revealing their feelings for them. (Y/N goes by they/them pronouns in this one.)
Fire and Ice
Regina and Reader are the school's power couple. Everyone thinks Regina is the top. Oh, how wrong they are.
Sabotage
Reader finds out Cady is sabotaging her girlfriend and making her insecure so she takes revenge into her own hands.
Used To It
Regina isn't used to being loved. She gets overwhelmed when she starts dating Reader and getting treated like she's supposed to.
Protective
Regina's girlfriend is tired of the rumors of her girlfriend. She takes matters into her hands to stop them.
Ruin Me +
Regina gets railed by reader and gets adDICKted very fast.
Regina George is a Bottom +
Regina is fed up with not being able to crack Reader, however, she soon discovers that she would be the one to crack pretty soon.
Sex Education +
Regina becomes obsessed with Reader. She jumps on an opportunity that arises and makes Reader hers.
Revenge of the Nerds (but hotter)
Regina and Reader are complete opposites, but that's why they work. Shane Oman looks to ruin that, but fails.
Regina's Protector
Reader is usually a calm and collected person. Cady Heron quickly realizes that messing with Y/N and her girlfriend is social suicide.
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl('s abs) +
Regina George being a bottom. That's all.
Jealous, much? +
Regina and Reader are FWB. When Reader stops the arrangement for another girl, Regina feels a hole in her heart form.
Rest and Relaxation
Regina notices her girlfriend overworking herself and takes charge of the "Take Care of Y/N" committee.
A (Different) Cautionary Tale
The story of Mean Girls (2024) with a twist.
Karen Shetty
Study Break? +
Reader has to tutor Karen. Study sessions become steamy VERY quick.
Fun Size
Karen's girlfriend is short. She's tired of it.
First Date Feelings
Karen and Reader go out on their first date.
Gretchen Wieners
Please Be Mine
Gretchen and Y/N had been best friends forever. Feelings grow, Gretchen gets a boyfriend, and everything goes downhill.
Spicy Sick Days
Y/N catches the flu. Gretchen takes care of them. (In more ways than one)
Cady Heron
Stupid With Love (Literally)
Cady Heron is new. Y/N Y/L/N is smitten.
Janis 'Imi'ike
Life Imitates Art
Janis has loved Y/N forever. Y/N has loved Janis forever. Their friends meddle and it's the start of a beautiful relationship.
There For You
Janis and Regina help Reader get over a bad breakup, revealing their feelings for them. (Y/N goes by they/them pronouns in this one.)
Reneè Rapp
On Wednesdays, We Wear Pink
Reneè is off filming Mean Girls and misses her gf. The cast gets together for the cutest surprise.
You're Sick
Reader gets sick. Reneè takes care of her girl.
Forever Will Last
Reader and Reneè hit a rough patch after the Vanity Fair Oscar Party.
Coachella Diaries
Reader supports Reneè at Coachella
Leighton Murray
Frat Parties Suck
It's basically that episode of SLOCG where Leighton and Alicia kiss for the first time but reader replaces Alicia.
Best Friends?
Leighton and Reader have been best friends since forever and both fall in love with each other. Tension rises when Leighton gets back with Alicia and Reader finally reaches the breaking point.
Leap of Faith
Part 2 to "Best Friends?" The roommates call an audible when they see how much the aftermath of the Incident™️ is affecting both girls. Help comes in the form of the Murray family.
Savior
Leighton meets reader in her math class and is instantly smitten. However, as weeks go on, Leighton sees that the reader's kindness is getting taken advantage of, causing her girl to burn out. Leighton takes matters into her own hands.
Hydrate or Diedrate
Leighton and Tatum's girlfriend gets a bad case of heatstroke during track practice. Her two favorite blondes take care of her.
Gaydar Issues
Leighton doesn't really know how to talk to girls. She made the mistake of failing to talk to Reader in front of Bela, which leads to a very awkward intervention.
#mean girls imagines#regina george x reader#gretchen wieners x reader#karen shetty x reader#cady heron x reader#janis imi'ike x reader#mean girls 2024#reneè rapp x reader#leighton murray x reader#plastics x reader
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ohhhh the rancid frat boy/sports rat/driving a loud nissan GTR AUs this just unlocked within me……. oscar…. why would you do this
#oscar piastri#op81#Cassandra I understand you profoundly#I am typing this from the nexus plane of desire and deep despair#I can see it so clearly#my own doom#save yourself#papaya blorbos
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—LOVING YOU IS THE ANTIDOTE
frat!jake seresin x f!reader
dagger squad college!au
summary: you didn’t like jake seresin. you tolerated him. if you hadn’t befriended bradley bradshaw, you wouldn’t have given him the time of day. he was everything you weren’t. delta chi’s golden boy, popular, desirable, and a charmer. you did not like jake seresin. so why did it hurt when he didn’t want you?
wc: a monstrous 8.6k
warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), mentions of sex/hookups, alcohol and drinking, weed (briefly mentioned), self deprecating thoughts, jake is lowkey an asshole, and language
𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!
Whoever said group projects got easier in college don’t know what they’re talking about. If anything, group projects were the bane of your existence—the reason why you considered dropping out every semester. Being in your third year, you were just barely surviving the group project epidemic. This semester, however, had you at your wits end. All because of a stupid assigned group project.
You had an affinity for being a perfectionist. You were all work and no play. While many of your peers thought it was infuriating, you saw it as your best feature. You got things done. You couldn’t say the same for everyone else. A stick in the mud, a hardass, whatever they chose to call you didn’t matter at the end of the day.
“I’m telling you Nat, they’re imbeciles. The entire time we were exchanging contact information, I thought my head was going to explode from the idiocy spewing from their mouths.” Sitting in the busy dining hall, you rant to your best friend Natasha Trace of the absolute horrors of group mates you’ve been given for this assignment.
You met Natasha at a student mixer in your first year of university. The two of you hit it off immediately from bonding over your tastes for cheesy romance novels and an overly concerning obsession for Dr. Pepper and Smarties. Since then, you two became thick as thieves and haven’t looked back since.
“Maybe you’re being a little too quick to judge,” Nat counters, playing on the remaining peas on her plate with her fork. “You haven’t even given ‘em a chance yet.” That was Natasha for you, ever the voice of reason for your dislike of any person who wasn’t the three you were friends with.
You roll your eyes and cross your arms across your chest with a pout. “If you met them, I bet you would be saying the exact same thing. Besides, they’re frat guys. Isn’t that reason to hate them enough?”
“Why didn’t you lead with that? What’re their names? We can get Mickey to stalk them on Instagram or something.” Her eyes light up at the idea. She doesn’t even give you the chance to answer as she pulls out her phone, no doubt to text Mickey if he could do her a favor.
Mickey Garcia was another one of those close friends of yours. You met him at a Halloween Party where he showed up dressed as Poe Dameron from the later Star Wars movies. Your affinity for Star Wars and a love for Oscar Isaac drew you to him, eventually earning him the affectionate nickname of Fanboy. You introduced him to Natasha and the rest was history.
You swat at her hand, silently telling her to drop her phone. “No. We are not stalking them on Instagram.”
The sound of her text tone going off makes you groan. “Too late. Mick already said he’d do it. So, what are their names?”
You shovel another spoonful of mashed potatoes into your mouth before begrudgingly responding. “Bradley and Jake.” Their names taste like acid in your mouth. So what if you were being a little too quick to judge? You’ve done enough group projects to know this would end up being yet another you would be doing all by yourself.
Natasha’s quiet as she types up their names and sends them back to Mickey. Barely five minutes passes when she receives a response back. “Is this them?” She shows you her screen and at this point, you’ve learned not to question how Mickey could have possibly found them in the sea of Jake and Bradleys that go to your university–let alone pick out the right ones. You nod and she laughs, scrolling through her phone before moving to the seat next to you. “What did I tell you? He found their Instagram, Twitter, and Tinder profiles! God bless, Mickey Garcia.”
You push your head against hers, curiosity killing all resolve you had of not caring. The two of you go through their Instagrams and tagged posts like you were reading the morning paper. There wasn’t anything too surprising about them. It was everything you would expect from a twenty something year old guy in a college fraternity. You hated to admit, however, that they were attractive. You were probably too irritated in class to pay attention to how good looking they are. But that doesn’t dismiss the fact that you were still dreading to work with the two.
“See?” You tell Natasha, motioning to the photo she has pulled up of Bradley on one of his fishing trips. “They are grade-A assholes. Everything about them screams douchebag.”
“You gotta admit, they’re hot,” she breathes and you smack her on the shoulder.
“Natasha Monica Trace!”
Nat shoves you back before shrugging. “What? Don’t you agree?”
“Of course I do, but may I remind you that looks do not equal brains.” You snatch the phone from her grasp and exit out of Instagram.
Nat places a gentle hand on the crook of your elbow, noticing the tension in your body. “Just give them a chance, babe. What’s the worst that could happen?”
_______
You didn’t think it was possible to be friends, let alone acquaintances with Delta Chi’s favorite heartbreakers. Three months and two parties later, you found yourself tolerating your fellow project partners. Then the impossible happened. Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin proved your first impression of them wrong. Well, Bradley did. Jake was the preppy douchebag you suspected him to be. He sat back while Bradley and you pulled his weight. You hated him and his dimpled, Hollywood smile. You hated those lips that knew exactly what to say to get anyone in a three foot radius on their knees. Not to mention those annoyingly green eyes of his.
Once the project was complete you thought you’d never have to interact with them ever again. Oh, how wrong you were. If only you hadn’t offered up your apartment to complete the assignment. Then they wouldn’t have met Nat, Mickey, and Bob. They wouldn’t have invited them to their stupid frat party. You wouldn’t have been forced to see them outside of scheduled study time and your friends wouldn’t have fallen perfectly in line with theirs.
Though you will admit, they weren’t all bad. Surprisingly, you actually appreciated most of their company. Underneath Bradley’s frat boy personality, was a secretly brainy political science major and one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met. His other friends, both from Delta Chi, also became fast additions to your little group. Javy Machado and Reuben Fitch were charmers and they knew it. But they were kind and didn’t have an obnoxiously large ego that most frat boys had.
You loved them all, but you couldn’t stand Jake Seresin. No matter how badly he tried to get on your good side, you wouldn’t have it. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being another person to fall victim to his charm.
“Well Ace, you’ve somehow managed to ruin the fun. Again,” Jake deadpans from where he sits across from you at the coffee table. He bet that you couldn’t beat him at a round of chess. You took that challenge and beat him in three rounds.
A smug smile overcomes your features as you get up from your criss-crossed position and do a little happy dance at Jake’s obvious disappointment. “Snooze, you lose, Hangman.”
He groans at the appointed nickname you gave him two weeks into knowing him. Jake had been bragging about his latest sexual escapades and Bradley said something along the lines of him leaving his catch of the day hanging, disappearing before morning. The nickname stuck and became universally used within your friend group.
You miss the slight upward tug of his lips when you turn around and head to the kitchen to grab another bottle of water.
Bob, who had been observing each match and quietly serving as referee, broke Jake out of his reverie. “You went easy on her.”
Jake avoids Bob’s inquisitive stare and focuses on the faded chessboard. “No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did,” he quips, matter of factly. “I’ve seen you play against Bradley. You’re better than that.”
“Well, maybe I didn’t want her to feel bad for losing,” He shrugs, nonchalantly.
“Or maybe you just like seeing her win.”
Jake chucks the pillow he was sitting on at Bob, quickly shutting him up with a squeak. You make your way back to the table, eyeing the two boys at their strange behavior. “You up for one more round, Seresin?”
He checks his watch. “Can’t. Have a thing with Sarah tonight.”
The information makes your heart drop just a little bit in your chest, but you regain your composure. You clear your throat and harden your features. “Oh. Have fun at your…thing.” He didn’t have to tell you it was a hookup for you to know it was a hookup. He had “things” every week, which is why you didn’t understand why this time hurt you just a little more.
The room is silent after Jake leaves with you washing the dishes while Bob sits and reads on the couch. You anxiously looked to the clock that was incessantly ticking away on the wall, desperate for Natasha to get home. You loved Bob, but right now you needed to have some girl talk.
You exasperatedly sigh, harshly wiping your palms on the dish rag on your shoulder.
Bob hums, silently questioning what the matter was.
“Did Nat say when she was coming home?” You throw the rag on the counter and plop yourself down beside him. “I tried texting her but she hasn’t responded.”
Bob thinks for a minute, then responds, “Nope.”
“Well how long is it gonna take her to run this damn errand?”
One thing about Bob: he was a shit liar. The tips of his ears immediately got red and his blue eyes never had the guts to meet those he was lying to.
“Bob…” You scoot closer to him, noticing the tell tale signs of his dishonesty.
“What?” His voice cracks and so does his last bit of dignity.
“When’s Natasha coming home?”
One look into your narrowed eyes is all it takes to have Bob breaking his resolve. “Alright, fine. She said she was going to be out past dinner.”
“Why?”
The frown on your face almost breaks his heart. “She–well…” He hated lying to you, especially when you looked at him like that. Your little pout and wide eyes had him cursing silently. “She went on a date.”
“Oh.” Your brows screw up in confusion. “Then why didn’t she just tell me?”
Bob cringes. “Don’t tell her I told you, otherwise she will kill me.”
You hold your pinky out to him with a small smile. He links his with yours and the two of you press a soft kiss to your fisted hands before pulling away.
“Alright, fine. She didn’t tell you because she’s going on a date with Javy,” he rushes out.
You blink, processing the information. You and Nat told each other everything. Why did she feel the need to hide this from you? You voice your thoughts out loud and Bob shakes his head.
“She thought you were gonna blow up at her for going out with him. You know, because he’s Jake’s best friend and all.” Bob watches you cautiously. Your temper was unpredictable sometimes. One second you would be fine and the next you would be blowing your top off. He wasn’t sure which side of you he was going to get this time.
A sniffle leaves you and you wipe at your nose with the back of your hand. “Why would I get mad at her for that?”
“Because you haven’t had the kindest of opinions towards women who date frat guys, especially Delta Chi ones.”
You vaguely recall that conversation. You had called those women “airheads who are addicted to sex.” But you didn’t mean it. You were drunk and bitter about the fact that you were in your third year of college and still single. Had you known Nat wanted to go out with Javy, you would’ve kept your big mouth shut. “But I like Javy,” is all you can say.
Bob nods. “Yeah, but you hate Jake.”
Your gaze snaps back to him. “So?”
“So, she thought going out with him was like… I don’t know. Fraternizing with the enemy?”
“But Javy’s my friend. I don’t care about how close he is to Hangman. He isn’t like him,” you huff. Pulling your knees to your chest, you take a deep breath. “If he makes her happy then…she should go out with him. I just wish she told me.”
Bob wraps his arm around you, tugging you so your head could rest on his shoulder. He knew there was more to this than you let on. But he let it slide, choosing to comfort you in your conflicted feelings. “When Nat gets home, you should tell her that.”
“I will,” you murmur into the fabric of his sweatshirt.
He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “Good.”
It’s at that moment that the apartment door swings open, revealing Mickey with Jake in tow. Your head snaps up and you see Jake standing there with his mouth agape.
Mickey nods at you and Bob in quick greeting before pointing a thumb at the man behind him. “Idiot forgot his jacket again. It’s a good thing he caught me in the parking lot.”
You laugh awkwardly, stiffening in Bob’s hold.
You feel his arm drop from around your shoulder as he clears his throat, looking away from Jake.
“Sorry,” Jake’s voice is rough and there’s a look in his eyes that you can’t quite place. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Bob waves him off. “It’s all good. You weren’t interrupting anything. Right, Ace?”
You can only nod dumbly, still not taking your eyes off of Jake’s vibrant green.
Jake clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Alright. Well, thanks again for letting me in, Mick. I’ll um, catch you guys later I guess.” He steals one last look of you snugly wrapped up in Bob before rushing out the door with a small shake of his head.
Jake doesn’t speak to you for a week after that.
_______
The tune of Slow Ride hits your ears and you groan into your cup. Bradley looks at you in amusement from where you sit beside him on the stairs. The boys had decided to unwind from yet another stressful week with yet another Delta Chi party. You were pretty adamant on sitting this one out, mainly because you didn’t want to see Jake or his new conquest of the week. Things have been tense to say the least. The fact that you and Jake didn’t get along wasn’t new to the group, however as the days passed, your nonstop bickering eventually turned to tolerance for one another. Enough to almost say the two of you were even becoming friends.
Jake still annoyed you to your core but his company somehow managed to grow on you. Which is why his sudden radio silence upset you. It got to the point that you couldn’t even look at him without seeing red.
“This is stupid,” you grumble, taking another swig of the cheap beer in your cup. You hated these parties. Normally, your friends wouldn’t mind you opting out to stay home instead. However Nat had noticed how your sour mood progressed throughout the week and concluded that you needed to get out to places that weren’t the lecture halls. She begged you to come with her to the party Delta Chi was throwing this weekend. For me? she pleaded, knowing just how much you hated saying no to her. Now that you were here, you longed to be back in the confines of your apartment, snuggled under your covers with a cup of tea and Emily Henry to keep you company.
Instead, you found yourself crammed in a two story frat house that was filled to the brim with sweaty and intoxicated bodies. The music was too loud and the smell of alcohol and weed was sure to be stuck on your clothes by the night’s end. The only thing keeping you sane was Bradley’s company and you knew that as the night progressed, even he would soon disappear.
“You want me to take you home?” Bradley asks, leaning down to your ear so you can hear him.
You shake your head, pushing at his shoulder. “It’s fine. Besides, I have a feeling you’re gonna get lucky tonight, Bachelor.” You nod towards the blonde in the corner of the room whose eyes haven’t left Bradley since the two of you migrated to the staircase.
He was practically drooling under the dimmed lights as he followed your motions. Bradley sends the girl a smirk before looking at you wordlessly.
“Go,” you urge him with a laugh.
He lets out a breath, downing the rest of his drink and giving your knee a squeeze. “Thanks. I owe you!”
You playfully roll your eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Be safe!”
Bradley winks at you over his shoulder. “Always am!”
The small smile on your lips fades as you watch Bradley go and flirt with the pretty blonde. You were never the center of attention, never the type that anyone gave their time of day to. You were average. Plain boring. The constant reminder of that was there when you hung out with the boys. You loved them, but hearing the way they talked about other girls did take a stab at your self esteem. You used to make fun of them with Natasha but then she started dating Javy, and became one of those girls. And you don’t blame them, your best friend was gorgeous. Anyone with eyes could see that. You convinced yourself that you liked the lack of attention and isolation. But every now and then, you wished someone saw you and thought, Wow. Now that’s someone I want to be with.
You push yourself off the carpeted stairs, deciding to find Reuben or even Nat and Javy. The cup in your hand is empty anyways. Might as well get a refill while you’re at it. You can barely move through the sea of people that are packed into such a small space. People were grinding against each other left and right, making you want to hurl. You push your way through the kitchen, finally making it to the open patio where beer pong tournaments and sloppy make outs occurred. The cold, night air feels nice against your hot and sweaty skin. You close your eyes, leaning up against the wall and drown out the music and laughter around you. Peace. You just needed a moment of peace.
You’re too caught up in your own little bubble to notice the presence that saunters up beside you.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”
The voice startles you from your moment and your eyes snap open. A hand reaches up to your racing heart and you turn to meet the source of your sudden adrenaline rush. The man beside you is familiar, you’ve seen him once or twice on campus and at other Fraternity events the boys had invited you to. Not to mention, incredibly good looking as well.
He holds a hand up, almost like he was trying to calm a rattled horse and sheepishly smiles. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
You swallow, sharply exhaling and squeezing your plastic up in your hand to ground yourself. “It’s alright.” You avoid his gaze and nervously pick at the chapped skin of your lower lip.
“Billy Avalone,” he introduces himself with a confident grin. “I think I’ve seen you ‘round with Seresin and Bradshaw.”
You finally look up to meet his gaze and offer him a dry smile. You offer him an introduction of your own. “Nice to meet you.”
Billy ever so smoothly scoops up your free hand in his and places a soft kiss to the upside of your hand. Your cheeks heat up at his delicate touch and your knees almost buckle at the glimmer in his eyes. “Trust me, the pleasure is all mine.”
His manners make you chortle and you snort, pulling away from him to hide behind your smirk behind your palm.
Rather than drawing away from you, he finds himself intrigued and raises a brow at your amusement. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing,” you say in between laughter. You grasp your cup with both hands before looking at him with a much more genuine smile on your face. “It’s just… You are not what I expected from a Delta Chi.”
He nods knowingly, remembering your association with Jake and Bradley. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”
There was that ego you were looking for. But it doesn’t deter you like it normally would, in fact you find yourself leaning into him. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You shut your mouth immediately after that, quite surprised by your sudden burst of confidence.
Billy leans into you just as much, letting his hand brush against your forearm. It sends a shiver down your spine and goosebumps arise on your bare skin. “Nice try, but that’s to be revealed only if you agree to go on a date with me.”
There was no malice in his tone, no laughing idiots around to signify that anything about this was a joke. The look in Billy’s eyes was full of genuine hope and for the first time that night, you find yourself forgetting all about Jake Seresin and immerse yourself in the idea of Billy Avalone. He was charming and attractive. Lean, but broad enough for you to tell that underneath the jacket he wore was all muscle. You found it hard to believe that Billy had any interest in you and yet, here he was, asking you out on a date. Any other day, you would’ve taken a hard pass.You would’ve told him to move along and put his energy into another person who would consider saying yes. But then you think of Nat and Javy and just how utterly lonely you feel, deciding that Billy was worth the chance and the risk.
You open your mouth to respond, but stiffen at the feeling of warmth that encapsulates your back. You don’t need to turn to know exactly who it is. The familiar scent of laundry detergent and cinnamon washes over you and you resist the urge to fall into him.
“Billy,” Jake greets, his voice dropping an octave as he leans in closer to you. His chest just barely brushes against your back sending a new wave of warmth to your neck and cheeks.
“Hey, Jake.” Billy’s gaze flicks to Jake’s before he focuses his attention back on you, still eagerly waiting for your response.
Your breath hitches in your throat at the feeling of Jake’s hand on your lower back and you turn to look at him with furrowed brows. His usually well kept hair was stuffed under his backwards baseball cap and despite the chill of the night air he was in nothing but a t-shirt and jeans.
The air between the three of you is heavy as Billy tries to dismiss Jake’s presence. “So, what do you say about that date?” He smiles at you sweetly, rocking back and forth on his heels.
Before you can utter a response Jake steps in front of you and blocks you completely from Billy’s view. “Let’s get out of here, Ace.”
You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You scoff, balling your hand up in a fist to resist the urge to slap the back of Jake’s perfect head. “Excuse me? Seresin, will you knock it off?”
He ignores you, taking a step closer to Billy. Jake straightens his spine. “She’s off limits. Got it, Avalone?”
“Well, shit, Jake. If that’s your girl, why didn’t you just say so?” Billy gives you an apologetic look from over Jake’s shoulder.
Jake huffs, almost like an angry bull. “Off. Limits.”
You frown, adamantly shaking your head. “Wait, Billy. I am not his girl.”
“No, it’s alright. I’m sorry I even asked. I’ll see you around, I guess.” He knew better than to pick a fight with Jake Seresin. His defeated gaze darts to the floor before he makes his way back into the house.
Your chest is heaving as you watch Billy walk away. You don’t know whether you want to cry or scream more. You decide on the latter, not deeming Jake worthy of your tears.
Jake turns to face you, still smiling proudly to himself. His face slightly falls when he meets your eye. He knows well enough that you were not happy. “Ace?”
You push at his shoulders. “What the fuck, Hangman?”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Hang on–”
The palm of your hands make contact with his broad shoulders once more. “Are you kidding me?” You shove him again but Jake’s hardened features don’t falter. “Who gave you the right? Someone was finally interested in me and you just had to drive them away. Your ego really couldn’t handle the fact that I was getting attention. Is that it?”
“Ace, wait.” He tries to reach for you but you slap his hand away.
“No, fuck you, Seresin. You can’t…” Your resolve breaks and the tears that sat on your lash line spill over. “You can’t just ignore me for a week only to talk to me after chasing away the one chance of a boyfriend I’ve got. That’s not fair.”
“You don’t understand. Billy isn’t good enough for you.”
“Yeah?” You look at him with tear stained cheeks. “Then humor me. Who is?”
Jake’s words get caught in his throat as he watches you wipe your tears away with the palm of your hand. He wanted to take your face in his hands and brush those tears away. But he knew you wouldn’t let him.
“That’s what I thought.” You brush past him, knocking his shoulder with your own. “I’m not like the other girls you mess around with. I know that. But that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to feel wanted too.”
He calls after you, realizing just how horribly he screwed up. But you continue on back inside, probably trying to find Nat or Reuben to take you home. He knew that you weren’t like the other girls. You were different, you were better. You were everything he wanted and more. From the moment he met you, he was hooked. It scared him at first. You were the complete opposite from the girls he usually set his sights on. You were hard headed, independent, unafraid to call him out on his bullshit. You challenged him and he liked that. You weren’t shallow like everyone else and you made him feel seen.
He never thought a group project would lead him to you. You iced him out at first, and admittedly he knew he deserved that. Then he got to know you and he realized he never wanted to stop. Jake wanted to be the one on the receiving end of your jokes and the affection you gave to those close to you. He dropped his asshole attitude and made the effort to get you to see the real Jake Seresin. And it worked. He was doing so well to finally get you to let your guard down around him. Yet all that work, all that progress, went down the drain because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check.
By the time Jake caught up to you, you were dragging Natasha out the door with Javy on your tails. His heart dropped to his stomach and he wished he could turn back time to one week ago. Before he hurt you and made you cry.
_______
Your goal was to forget Jake Seresin ever existed. You threw yourself into your work, locking yourself in your room and spending more time in the library than your own apartment. Now that Nat was officially with Javy, the boys were around more often and you just weren’t ready to face him yet. It wasn’t fair to everyone else, you knew that. But it was easier for you to push them away. You turned back into that academic machine you were before Bradley and Jake forced you out of your shell. You didn’t party, didn’t go out, didn’t join the gang for movie night. Your new friends were your coursework. And when that ran out, you turned to your favorite show reruns for comfort.
You ignore the series of knocks on your door for the third time tonight. Natasha sighs in defeat, turning back to the group with a shake of her head. “I told you. She’s not coming.”
Reuben frowns. “Did you tell her Jake wasn’t coming with us?”
Everyone was aware of your complicated relationship with Jake. The small dance the two of you did was obvious to everyone but yourselves. It was only recently that Jake finally admitted why you’ve been hiding yourself away. If it weren’t for Javy holding her back, Natasha would’ve tore Jake to shreds.
“I did.” Natasha knew you and she knew you were embarrassed for lashing out at Jake the way you did. Hiding was the safest way to avoid facing yet another humiliating confrontation about your behavior.
You’ve never spoken to Nat directly about your insecurities, but she saw them in the little things you did. Not bothering to wear extravagant makeup or clothing, putting up a hard front, and pretending not to care. Deep down she knew you cared about how you were perceived. You did care whether or not people found you desirable. You wanted the cliche, movie romance. You wanted someone to sweep you off your feet, just like Westley in The Princess Bride.
Never, have you let those insecurities break your spirit. Until now. She has never seen you so small. She didn’t understand how Jake Seresin managed to knock you down with just one hit.
But it has been nearly two weeks since the party and Natasha was done with your groveling and self pity. You were going to get out of your room and you were going to have fun.
“Just give her a second,” Reuben whispers, having just a little bit of faith left in you.
It was as if you felt the little piece of hope Reuben had left for you because suddenly, the door of your room swings open and a breath of relief leaves both of your friends. You had decided to come out and join them after all. Nat had told you it was just a casual hangout amongst your friends, bar Bradley and Jake. You settled on changing into an oversized Naval Academy sweatshirt you had thrifted and an old pair of faded jeans.
Nat hadn’t seen you in anything other than pajama tees and sweatpants so to her, this was a big win.
Reuben smiles widely at your appearance before coming up to you and gathering you into his arms. “There you are.” His words and affection pulls an unexpected giggle out of you, soothing Reuben and Nat’s nerves. “How’ve you been, Ace?”
You shrug, shifting in his hold as he keeps an arm around you. “I could be better. But I guess I could be worse too.”
Natasha hooks your arm with hers, taking you from Reuben’s grasp. “You ready to go? Javy is waiting in the car with Bob and Mickey. I was thinking we could go to The Hard Deck using your car. You know, like old times.”
That brings a ghost of a smile to your face. The Hard Deck was a place of refuge for you and your group of friends, despite it being a Navy bar. You and Mickey found it by accident, stopping over at the nearest institution because he had to use the bathroom really badly on a drive back to campus. The bartender, Penny Benjamin, was sweet and treated you all like her own children. You haven’t seen her in awhile and just knew a visit to your spot was long overdue. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
The drive to the bar brings a bit of your old spark back. Natasha had the windows rolled down while the two of you belted out your favorite songs at the top of your lungs. She filled you in on all the things you missed from the past couple of weeks, strategically leaving out any anecdotes involving Jake. Though, Nat hasn’t seen him much since the party. It seemed as if he was taken over by the spirit of an old Delta Chi member. He was slumming it with the sorority girls and stayed out late partying with the other guys of his Frat. Bradley had tried to snap him out of it, but he reverted to his old ways. Back to before they met you.
Upon arriving at The Hard Deck you exchange a round of pleasantries with the rest of your friends who were glad to see you finally out of, as Mickey had called it, your “Bat Cave.” You volunteered to grab some drinks for the rest of the party while they settled in your usual booth in the back.
You returned to the table with beers for the guys, a club soda for Bob, a Mai Tai for Nat, and a lemonade for yourself. The night was spent full of laughter and warmth as you found yourself slipping back into your natural groove of things. Soon, your once dampened mood started to dissipate.
“I’m telling you, there’s something going on with Professor Mitchell and Penny,” Mickey slurs.
The group erupts into chaos then, one talking over the other and you can’t help but laugh as you lean into Mickey’s side. You missed this. You were so hard headed that in the process of blocking one person out, you put it upon everyone else. But you were here now and he wasn’t. That’s all that mattered to you.
Reuben is the one to calm the group down. “Alright, alright. You’re saying, P. Mitchell and Penny are… romantically involved. Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“DnD club meets here on Tuesdays and coincidentally so does Professor Mitchell,” he shrugs.
“Did you say DnD club?” Javy’s wheezing between breaths and Natasha has to slap him on the chest to get him to stop.
Mickey rolls his eyes. “I have a life outside of you guys, you know.”
“Yeah, but DnD club?”
“What’s wrong with DnD?” Bob chimes in, slightly offended.
Nat slaps him again. “Javy!”
“Right, sorry. Please, continue.”
“Actually, I don’t think I want to,” Mickey narrows his eyes at the man.
“Mick, he was joking. Please finish what you were saying.” You tap him affectionately on the shoulder with a gentle smile.
He attempts to continue his story when a smack to the tabletop catches all of you off guard. You tear your gaze from Mickey to be met with Bradley Bradshaw clad in one of his signature Hawaiian shirts as he leans against the table.
You give him a pained smile, knowing that where Bradley went, Jake wasn’t far behind.
“Good to see ya, Ace,” Bradley nods.
“You too, Brad,” you tell him softly. And you meant it.
The group falls uncharacteristically quiet and you feel Natasha give your knee tight squeeze.
“Didn’t know the gang was getting back together.” The familiar snark of the one person you didn’t want to see rings through your ears. Jake Seresin struts over with that stupidly cocky grin of his and unsurprisingly, another sorority girl on his arm.
No longer caring for pleasantries with the man, you roll your eyes. You hate to admit that it stung to see him with yet another woman. A small part of you hoped that maybe he’d show up empty handed and acknowledge your presence. That didn’t happen and it felt like a knife to the chest. What did you expect? Of course, nothing has changed since the last time you saw him. While you were feeling worse than ever about yourself, Jake had absolutely zero cares in the world. He only cared about himself, he always would.
Javy was the only one who had the stomach to greet him with a simple, “Hey.”
He chuckles, almost mockingly, as the girl on his arm tries to gain his attention and pull him to the bar. “Why weren’t we invited to the party?”
“Because no one wants you here, Bagman,” Natasha spits.
Jake brings a hand to his chest, acting hurt at her insinuation. “You wound me, Natasha.”
She gives him the finger in response.
“Now does everyone not want me here? Or is there a certain someone who doesn’t want me here?” He raises a brow and his bright green eyes land on you.
You avoid his gaze and you hear Bradley hiss Jake’s name.
“What? I’m just saying. It’s pretty obvious someone didn’t want me here and we all know who.” Jake doesn’t care that the girl who had been hanging off of him moments ago found someone else to play with, abandoning her post to flirt with another guy over at the pool tables. He had your attention and to him that was enough.
You feel a familiar sting behind your eyes, knowing damn well he was just toying with you at this point.
“Stop.” This time it’s Javy who speaks up, surprising Jake. “If you only came over here to be a dick then I suggest you leave.”
The light mood from earlier has completely died and you know that once he leaves, nothing can bring it back.
“Ace.”
He calls you out directly this time and you can’t hold it in any longer. All the hurt and anger he caused bubbles up to the surface. Part of you wants to talk to him, clear the air up a bit and give him a chance to apologize. The other part of you, the more rational part, decides to ignore him entirely.
You quietly ask Natasha if you could pass and her and Javy get up to stand to the side to let you through. You purposely angle your body so your back is towards Jake, announcing that you were going to get another drink before heading in the direction of the bar.
Jake moves to follow you, only to be stopped by his best friend.
Javy grabs his wrist with a disapproving frown. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Let go, Javy,” he absent mindedly demands. His eyes never leave your figure as you make your way through the crowd.
“No. You’re being an asshole, man. What happened to the guy who was repeatedly texting me to make sure she was okay? I told you where we were because I thought you were going to apologize. Not do… whatever that was.” Disappointment shines in Javy’s deep brown eyes.
Bradley slides into the space where you once were, watching what was about to unfold with the rest of them.
“Wait a minute, you told him we were going here? Javy!” Natasha looks at her boyfriend in disbelief.
“I’m sorry! This idiot told me he wanted to make it up to her.” He gestures blindly to Jake who was running a hand through his already disheveled hair.
Natasha snorts. “Unbelievable,” she swears under her breath.
“Nat–” Jake starts, but she cuts him off in an instant.
“No. You stay away from her, got it? She’s had enough of your games, Seresin, and quite frankly so have I.”
“I messed up. I know I did. But please, please just give me a chance to explain.”
He takes Natasha’s silence as an unspoken truce. “I care about her. So much that it scares the shit out of me. I was gonna tell her, you know. Then I saw her with Bob and I realized that she could do so much better than me. So I did what I do best. I pushed her away.”
Bob flushes red at the mention of his name.
“What is there to say about myself other than that I’m your typical, college fuckboy? The thing is, I was fine with that reputation. I was good at doing things on my own. Then I met Ace and I realized she’s my antidote. That girl gave me tunnel vision. Suddenly, I’m looking at my future and I want to do more with my life than be known as a college heartbreaker. The one thing I know to be true is that I want to be better with her by my side.”
“Why should I believe you after the way you treated her?” Natasha’s gaze narrows, still not fully convinced.
He swallows harshly. “You have every right not to. I wouldn’t believe me either. But you’ve got to understand that I never realized just how much she really meant to me until I almost lost her.” There’s a look of defeat that crosses his features, and his head falls to his chest.
Nat’s hardened stare falters ever so slightly. “To Billy. But wait, I don’t understand. What about that girl you came in here with?”
“Oh, she’s here for free booze. I needed to get Ace’s attention somehow.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
Jake nods, regret shining in his eyes. “I know. Listen, I’m not good at relationships.”
“Trust me, we know,” Bradley mutters under his breath.
Jake shoots him a quick glare before continuing. “I don’t know how to do them. For Ace, I’ll learn. I would do anything for her. Look, I know I’ve made mistakes and I need to fix them before it’s too late.”
Natasha was conflicted. She looks at Javy who meets her gaze with a soft smile. Then to Reuben and Bradley. Finally, her eyes land once more on Jake. She found herself in the same dilemma she was in before she started dating Javy. Their reputation precedes them. You were the one to warn her of Delta Chi’s womanizer ways. Yet she still gave Javy a chance and it was the best decision she ever made. She knew deep down that these guys had good hearts. No matter how much she wanted to deny it, she knew Jake did too. He was kinder with you, softer. You always brushed him off but Nat saw the way he affected you. He made you happy and you deserved to be. If she could give Javy that chance, shouldn’t she extend it to Jake too?
She groans with her head in her hands. “Fine. Fine.”
Jake’s eyes light up, clearly expecting another rejection. “Really?”
“Yes. But I swear if you hurt her again, if you break her heart, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
His stomach churns at the thought, knowing full well that she meant it. “Yes, ma’am,” he salutes.
“Now go get her before it’s too late.” In other words, Natasha had finally given him her blessing.
Jake’s dejected state is replaced with one of determination. He mouths an appreciative thank you, before setting his sights on you.
“Forget DnD club, I need to hang out with you guys more often because that was better than a Netflix drama,” Mickey babbles, making Bob smack him lightly on the back of his head.
With her arms crossed, Natasha stares out the window wistfully. “I just hope he can make things right.”
Wrapping his arms around Nat, Javy gives her a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, he’s got this.”
_________
“Hey Pen, can you just tell Natasha to ride home with the boys? I think I’m going to head out.” You place a wad of cash on the bar top, signaling for her to close your tab.
The woman frowns, noticing the bothersome frown on your face. “You sure, sweetheart?”
Downing the last of your lemonade, you nod. “Thank you, for the advice and everything.”
“Of course. Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself, okay?”
A tight smile pulls at your lips in farewell. You push your way through the rowdy crowd, breathing deeply once you make it outside.
You curse under your breath. You didn’t know it was supposed to rain tonight. You eye your car in the distance, deciding whether to make the trek or go back inside until it stops. The sound of the door opening behind you catches your attention and your heart leaps out of your chest.
“Ace,” Jake Seresin calls out, desperately trying to reach you.
You throw all caution to the wind and run out into the pouring rain, too exhausted to deal with him right now.
His shoes squeak and splash through the puddles on the asphalt. Not caring that he was soaked to the bone, he runs after you. Jake calls out for you again but you continue on. For once, he doesn’t find himself admiring your stubborn attitude.
You throw a quick glance behind you, hoping to see that you’ve lost him, but Jake’s strides are longer than yours and he has closed more of the distance between you two than you thought. A shiver racks your form and your clothes are sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You find yourself regretting your decision but there’s no way you can take it back now. You shove your hand into your pocket, frantically pulling out your car keys once you make it to your car.
Jake sees you shiver as you try to unlock your car. You just barely get the driver’s side to open when he comes up behind you and presses the door shut. Your back is to his front and he pleads for you to turn around.
You hear him before you see him. You don’t want to turn around. You can’t. You know the second you look into his opalescent green eyes, your resolve will shatter. “Get off, Jake,” you demand impatiently.
“Please look at me, please.” The desperation of his voice startles you. Never, have you heard Jake Seresin say the word ‘please,’ and never have you heard him beg.
You’re shaking as you wrap your arms around yourself for warmth. You bite into your bottom lip to stop it from trembling. From the rain or from the tears that have started streaming down your cheeks, you are unsure.
“Ace,” he breathes.
His breath is hot against the skin of your neck soothing you from the cold. But still, you don’t budge.
Jake finds himself getting frustrated and he runs his hand through his damp hair, moving it away from his eyes. He can barely see your reflection in your car window, his vision blurred from the raindrops that cloud his vision. But the pale moonlight and dim streetlamp shows him enough to see that you feel just as hurt as he does, if not more. “Fine. You don’t have to look at me. I just need you to listen.”
You say nothing.
He exhales through his mouth as he recalls what he wants to say. “Remember when we first met and you asked me if I actually had a brain or if I just thought with my dick? That was the moment I knew you were unlike anyone else I’ve ever met. Usually, I’d have girls swooning over me left and right, but not you. You weren’t fazed by me in the slightest and that intrigued me. Everything about you intrigues me. Which is why I was so eager to get more out of you. I poked fun. I made jokes. I made sure that your attention was almost always on me because when it was, it gave me the best view of each and every thing you had to offer. Like the way you bite your bottom lip when you’re trying not to cry.”
Your breath hitches in your throat from his words, heart going faster than that goddamn roadrunner.
“Come on, Ace.”
How could you deny him when he spoke with so much conviction? You spin on your heel to face him. He’s soaked, just as you are, and yet you think he has never looked so beautiful. As you look at him, the ache in your chest doesn’t subside and you sniffle from the cold. “What do you want, Seresin?”
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out.
You look away from him. “I don’t need your pity.”
“Hey, I’m serious. I know I hurt you and I will never forgive myself for it.”
There’s a sincerity in his tone that throws you off. “Then why? If you feel so bad about it, why did you do it?”
“Because… Because I…” He’s nervous. Of all the times he has ever spoken to you, this is the one time he has felt this way.
Your patience is wearing thin so you shake your head and run a hand down your face. You were so tired of him holding out on you. “You know what? All I ever wanted was for you to look at me the same way you look at those other girls. Why wasn’t I good enough for you?” Once the floodgates opened, it was hard to get them locked up again.
You might as well have ripped his heart out of his chest instead of saying that. The effect it had on him would’ve been all the same. “Oh, baby,” he cups your face gently between his calloused hands and strokes his thumbs across the apples of your cheeks. The rain made it hard for him to tell which marks were tears and which were rainwater, but he treated them all the same. “Those girls have nothing on my Ace. You are more than enough. You are everything and I was too blind to see it until now.”
“What?” You whimper.
God, does he want to kiss that pout right off your face. “I don’t look at you the way I look at everyone else because I don’t want them the way I want you.”
“And how is that, Jake?”
That alone gives him a glimmer of hope. His heart skips a beat and his stomach erupts in butterflies.“You called me Jake,” he grins. “You never call me Jake.”
You scoff, not realizing the name slipped. “Answer the question.”
“I want every part of you. I want late nights and study sessions. I want to be the first one you call and the last one you text goodnight. The good, the bad, all of it. As long as it’s you.”
The honesty in his gaze makes you want to believe him. Because that’s all you ever wanted from him. So bad. But he has hurt you one too many times. You don’t think you’d be able to take it if he did one more time. “How do I know you won’t hurt me again?”
Jake takes the leap, resting his forehead on yours. When you don’t pull away, he confesses, “You don’t. But I will spend every day proving to you that I’m never going to make that mistake again.” He brushes some of your damp hair away from your face and admires how ethereal you look in this light. “One date, Ace. Let me make it up to you.”
You relish in his warmth, the aching hurt in your chest finally subsiding. The raging storm in your heart is finally calm. “One date. That’s all you’re getting.”
The smile that spreads across his face is the brightest you’ve ever seen. He no longer feels lost now that he has you. “That’s all I need, darling.”
For once, you believe him.
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mine, mine, mine
─── the one where you and carlos have that dreaded conversation
frat!carlos x reader
5.4k words
prompt: "wait, don’t go yet, please” + “you're all mine, you got that? i'm not sharing” + accidentally referencing them as my’ which led to the ‘what are we?’ question
warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, kind of suggestive, descriptions of a toxic relationship.
d rambles. . . i combined a couple of prompts because i thought they would all work really well together, hope that’s okay!! anyways, i did what i always do and made this… well happy reading!!
come over tonight
you stare at the text on your screen, thumb swiping against the screen. a grey bubble pops up, three dots. he types, then it disappears.
to study
… or not.
you bite down on your bottom lip, placing your phone screen down on your chest as you stare up at the ceilings. there was an easy answer to his invitation, and it ends with your pride and ego intact. you won’t have to suffer through another round of self-doubt or the imminent heartache the boy always seems to leave you with.
but it also means no carlos. it would make today three weeks since you saw him last, three weeks since he was all over you, every inch of you. you shudder at the memory, the ghost of his touch against your skin.
you inhale sharply, picking your phone back up as you type out a response.
text you when im on the way
the closer you got to the fraternity house, the worse your gut feels. you have your hands slot between your arm and sides to keep them warm from the crisp autumn air. it’s uncharacteristically quiet on 5th street. no parties or kick backs, it’s pretty much a dead week for greek life. but even so, there were still cars lined up outside of the phi gamma theta house, some you’ve seen and others not. carlos’s blue ferrari is parked just a couple feet from the walkway to the door. you glide your hand along the glossy paint, the warmth seeping into the pad of your finger. he must’ve arrived not too long before you.
the music is loud, loud enough that not even the walls could muffle the beats. the bass thumps against the door, shakes the knob as you reach out to twist it open.
it’s almost embarrassing how unphased the brothers in the foyer are by your entrance. even more so at the way lando seems to have been expecting your arrival.
“hey you!” the brit grins widely, arms outstretched to pull you into a hug. “haven’t seen you in a while. missed having you here at the house.”
your arms go around him, hand rubbing his back as he squeezes you tightly in return. “been busy.”
“you’re always busy,” lando pulls away, hands gripping your shoulders as he looks you up and down. “carlos is in the kitchen with max.”
you blush, nodding as you mutter a soft thanks. lando pats your back, walking past you and over to oscar who is nearly asleep on the couch. you wave and exchange subtle nods as you walk across the house and into the kitchen. it smells heavily of garlic, a little too much like garlic. you scrunch your nose, making your way over to the counter where carlos and max are leaning up against.
max spots you first, smile wide as he waves. it closes their conversation, forces carlos to turn towards you. you try not to read into his reaction, the way he smiles or the bit of relief as he sighs. you try not to acknowledge that he might be happy to see you.
it’s nothing. this is nothing.
the dutch boy opens his right arm for you and you gladly walk into him. he gives you a squeeze, tight against his side as he calls you something in his mother tongue that you can’t quite place. the moment is short lived, releasing and allowing you to walk the two steps over to the man who invited you in the first place.
“hi.” you say softly, head tilted up towards him with a shy smile.
he smiles back, leaning in to press a kiss onto your lips. “hi.”
your cheeks heat up, stepping over to carlos’s side as he and max pick up their conversation again. they exchange a couple of words about some event they’re throwing before the spaniard is patting his brother’s shoulder and the boy walking away with a soft see ya.
carlos hums, pulls the strap of your backpack off your shoulder before slinging it onto his own. he holds his hand out, muttering a soft c’mon. you take his hand, slotting your smaller fingers between his own ad allow him to lead you out of the kitchen. the house is buzzing with conversation, competing with whatever mix is playing on the loud speaker. “was the drive over okay?”
“yeah,” you breath, “yeah it was fine.”
he let’s go of your hand at the base of the staircase, gesturing for you to step ahead of him and you oblige. several brothers say goodnight as the two of you make your way up, and you return a tight lipped smile and wave. the further up the stairs, the further down the hallway, the quieter the house becomes. most of the doors are left open, some a crack and others wide enough to see a mess that makes your skin crawl. you stop at a forest green door, waiting patiently for carlos who just smiles.
“it’s unlocked.”
you nod awkwardly, gripping the bronze knob and twisting the door open. contrary to the rest of the house, carlos’s room is neat. freakishly neat— like sheets tucked under the mattress and pillows stacked by size neat. it smells of cologne and weed. it smells like carlos.
you kick off your sneakers and placing them by the door before plopping yourself onto his bed. you watch as he moves about his space, setting your bag down next to your feet before he begins to fiddle with the himself. he pulls his sweatshirt off hangs it off the back of his chair before pulling his sneakers off his feet and pushing them into the bottom of his closet. then he turns, scratches the back of his head as he looks you up and down. you smile awkwardly, lips parted to break the tension but carlos beats you to it.
he takes long strides across the tiny room, right hand cupping your jaw as he presses his lips hard against your own. you yelp, surprised as you fall back onto the bed. carlos breaks his fall with his opposite hand, lips not missing a beat in your new position. you’re stunned only for a second before your fingers find their way into his hair as you kiss him back with just as much veracity. it’s messy, desperate, makes your heart beat so fucking hard you’re sure it’ll crack through your ribs,
he digs his teeth into the soft flesh of your bottom lip gently, prodding a moan from the back of your throat. it’s soft, quiet as you try to keep up with carlos, but enough to have him smirking into the kiss. he pulls away, eyes wide as he scans your face.
“missed you.”
“did you?” you tease, pushing a strand of his hair backwards.
“i always do.”
butterflies. it flutters, sits in your gut as you try to bite back a smile. you tried to look unconvinced, rolling your eyes playfully as you push back on his chest and effectively off of you. he chuckles, leaning back onto his elbows as he watches you reach over his bed to pull your bag up.
“you don’t believe me?”
you pull your computer out, “mmm, not really. i just think you’re horny.”
it’s carlos’s turn to roll his eyes. he pushes himself up, leaning over to you to kiss you again. “i can’t miss you and be horny too?” you snort, shaking your head as your fingers begin to click at the keys. you can see carlos tilt his head in your peripheral. “what are you doing?”
“studying”
his hand rests flat against the back of your laptop, shutting it in your lap and taking it away to place on his desk. you sigh his name, protest quietly as you let him drag you onto his lap, legs settled on either side of his hips. you whine when his hands sneak their way up your shirt and begin to palm your breast over your bra.
“carlos.” “hm?”
his fingers slip beneath the padding, kneading harder. you inhale sharply, shakily, looking down at him. he pays no mind to the look you give him, jaw slightly offset as he watches the way his hands move beneath your top.
“study.” “mmmm… no.”
his hands pull away from your chest, coming down to the hem of your shirt so he can peel it off you.
you let him.
“but you said-“ “later, bug. relax, let me show you how much i miss you.”
studying happens an hour later, spent on your stomach on his bed while he’s at his desk scribbling away. the house has quieted down, the music no longer thumping against the door and the mixed chatter all but died in the night. it’s nearly eleven.
you hum, shutting your computer and pushing yourself off your comfortable position. you begin to pack away your things, stuffing notebooks and highlighters away where they belong before picking up your clothes discarded on the floor. jeans and an old t-shirt, and the beige bra by the door. carlos drops his pencil, turns in his chair as he watches you pull his shirt off your frame.
“what are you doing?”
“it’s late.” you say matter of factly, folding the grey material before tossing it on his bed. you pull the straps of your bra onto your shoulders, reaching behind you to clasp the prongs together. “gotta get home.”
“spend the night.”
you snort, shaking your head, “i have an eight am tomorrow.”
“so do i.”
you jump into your jeans, buttoning them before leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, “can’t tonight carlos. but maybe tomorrow?”
“well i got a date party tomorrow, but…”
you freeze, but only for a second. it’s brief, just a moment where you feel your spirit shake beneath your chest. just one second then you’re reaching down to swipe your shirt off the floor. you didn’t now of any date party, and you could feel a dull ache in your chest over the fact he didn’t invite you. he isn’t obligated to, he’s not obligated to do anything when it comes to you. but you just thought—
you shake it off. you thought. you thought. that means nothing. you have nothing left else to say, so you pick up the pace. you rush to pull your bag over your shoulders.
“then, i’ll see you when i see you. three weeks from now maybe?” it’s a petty dig, a poor attempt to get the last word in as you force your heels into your beat up sneakers.
“ai, don’t be that way.”
“i’m not being any way.” you insist, hand clutching the knob. you’re about to pull it open but carlos is quick to lean his weight against it, left palm flat on the dark green wood.
“it’s not my date party. i was invited, okay?” he tilts his head, cranes his neck so he meets your eyes even if you so desperately try to avoid his gaze. “lando is getting with the girl’s little and… i’m there for moral support. i’m there for him.”
his thumb and index finger pinch your chin gently, force you to look up at him and his stupid stupid wide eyes. he doesn’t say anything else, just watches and waits to see what your next move is.
you don’t want to show that you’re relieved, you’d hate for him to see what kind of effect he has on you even if you’re pretty sure he already has a clue. that’s why he explained himself, why he makes you look up at him while his stare remains so soft— so reassuring. but you are. you’re slightly relieved, reassured, and not as upset as you were working yourself up to be.
but only just slightly.
“fine.” you mumble. “well. just text me when you have the time.”
it’s snarkier than you mean for it to be. you can tell by the way his expression falters for a second— just one second— before he pulls his weight off the door and allows you to open it.
“i’ll walk you out. that okay?”
you nod, hands clutching at the straps of your backpack before stepping out into the hallways. you walk several steps ahead of them, past shut bedroom doors and composite photos that dated back before your time. you hear carlos pad behind you, making no attempt to close the gap between you.
it’s weird to see the house so quiet and with so many lights off. most of the men have retreated back into their rooms, only oscar and jack in the kitchen as they talk quietly with each other. both australians don’t notice you or carlos as you pass, too deep in whatever it is to care. carlos stops to push the door open, muttering something about finishing up and going to bed, before he continues to follow you to the front door. speakers are left set up, lando’s dj equipment left messily on the pong table. it’s a mess of wires and a poor attempt to make the foyer looks party ready.
carlos pulls the front door open for you, shuts it behind you as he follows you to your car. and it’s only when you’re about to pull at the driver’s door does he finally pull at your wrist. he turns your body towards him, fingers gliding down to cup your hand in his larger one.
“we’re gonna have a kickback here after the date party. come by.”
“not sure my presence would be appreciated.” “well i don’t care. it’s not their house and you’re my—“
he stops himself. you’re my and then nothing. your heart stops in your chest, knocks the air out of your lungs. you wonder if you’ll ever hear the end of that line, if you’ll see the day he’ll say it.
carlos exhales through his nose, smiling as he releases your hand to cup your cheek. “just come tomorrow. okay? and if anyone has an issue with it then they can fuck off.” you cough a laugh, a short ha ha that makes him smile wider.
“i’ll text you.”
“okay.” “okay.”
quiet, comfortable silence. you ignore the way your stomach does backflips, let yourself instead settle in the bit of security his invitation provides. he wants you around. maybe this time it’s different.
carlos leans in, pulls you to him as he kisses you for the last time that night. it’s firm, warm, soft. it fills your chest, makes it swell as you kiss him back. he pulls away for a moment before planting one last peck.
“drive safe, okay? text when you get home.”
what time will you be back at the house?
you were ready. embarrassingly enough, you were ready to head to the phi gam house and carlos had yet to text you when it was appropriate to arrive. and from the multiple instagram stories you just watched, the date party was likely still ongoing.
your phone pings, and you unlock it in an instant. embarrassing.
date thing just ended. come in 30? we still have to set up.
new members didn’t do it right
annoying
you grin at your screen. embarrassing.
maybe older brothers should be setting a better example
i’ll come around 10 then. need me to bring over to the house?
you push yourself off your bed, sit at your vanity as you stare at your make up for n-th time in the last hour. you press down on your smile lines, flatten any creasing, blend your blush. you do just about anything to make thirty-something minutes fly by quickly. your phone pings again, one with a reaction to your text and then another reply.
just bring yourself. see you soon bichito.
you leave it at that. homework makes thirty minutes fly by quickly. a little too quickly. after submitting your discussion for the week, forty minutes have flown past you and you were scrambling out of the house. you say quick goodbyes to your roommates, who only give you a funny look when you take a pizza from the box on the counter and yell goodbye. you type a quick text to carlos to let him know you’re on the way before starting your car and driving towards 5th street.
you see the purple led lights through the window, hear the soft thump of lando’s mix muffled by the walls of the phi gamma theta house. the closer to the door, the louder the crowd becomes. the door swings open, alex smiling down at a girl as he holds it for her. his eyes meet yours, wide with shock. but a happy sort of shock.
“hey you, didn’t know you were coming tonight!”
you ignore the way the girl looks you up and down. “yeah. hope that’s alright?”
“of course. carlos is inside, bar i think.”
you mumble a thanks, walking past him into the house before he closes the door. the kickback is a little bigger than you anticipated, with enough bodies in the room for it to feel stuffy. you smile at girls who smile your way, say hello to brothers who are excited by your arrival. and time and time again, you are directed in the direction of carlos.
as alex said, he’s at the bar. he’s leant up against the bar in a grey long sleeve and black jeans, red cup already in his hand. leant up against the bar talking to charles, laughing at something he said. he looks glorious, leant up against the bar.
god.
carlos sees you before you get to him, smiling over at you as he raises his arm to make room for you to fit into his side. he presses a kiss to your temple when you’re close enough. “was wondering where you were.”
you say hi to charles, and to yuki behind the bar. “sorry. got caught up on homework.”
he hums, nods. yuki sets a red cup on the edge of the bar, flicking his chin. “vodka sprite?”
you smile gratefully, saying thank you over the music as you lean across carlos to grab the cup. you ask how was the date party— mini golfing, if you want to get specific. it’s a simple question, one that sets charles off into a list of complaints and carlos into a fit of laughter. he’s such a fucking cheater! no charles, you just suck.
“i saw him nudge the ball, i swear!” charles protests, handing his cup over to yuki who refills it immediately.
“mate. what the fuck do you think we’re supposed to be doing in mini-golf?” carlos laughs.
“not nudge the ball before it’s your turn.”
you laugh, leaning back into carlos as he tightens his hold around you. “i dunno charlie, it sounds like you’re just a sore loser.”
the monegasque scowls, eyes squinted and lips pursed. “you’re biased.”
“of course she is,” carlos answers, “she’s my girl, who else would she side with.”
my girl. my girl, my girl, my girl. you smile, even if your heart is racing at a thousand miles an hour, even if your throat tightens and seems to run dry. you sip on your drink, watch as charles smirks and rolls his eyes.
“whatever.”
you try not read into it. try to go about the night not thinking of the way carlos called you his girl, how sure he sounded. but it’s hard, hard when it’s all you hear as the night carries on. that’s my girl is imprinted onto your skin when he says it after you sink a ball during a game of pong. my bug when you return from the bathroom. mine, when an unknowing brother has your attention for longer than carlos liked.
“you're all mine,” he whispered when he finally pulls you from your conversation, “you got that? i'm not sharing"
my, mine. my, mine.
his. his. all his.
you’re attached to carlos until he is whisked away to help george with something. then you’re left alone, wandering around the house. you hop from conversation to conversation, play catch up with a few girls until you finally make your way to the dance floor. lando stand before the turntables, twisting knobs and pushing buttons as he smoothly transitions into the next mix. you dance some, alcohol loosening you at your joints and making it so much easier to move. you swing your hips left to right, jump up and down, do it all until your legs ache and you’re out of breath.
you squeeze between bodies, eyes searching the crowd for carlos. but you see everyone else but him. he’s no where to be seen, but neither was george so you shrug it off and push yourself towards the clearing of the crowd. you walk around people, making your way up the makeshift platform and over to lando, who shoots you a toothy grin as he presses one last button and backs from his equipment.
he hugs you into his side briefly, lips moving into your ear, “thought i saw you! where’s carlos?”
“with george!” you answer, eyes falling to the table. “how much longer you up here for?”
“ah, on my last song before we switch back to aux… wanna have a go?”
you shake your head, but he smiles and tries to convince you otherwise. he explains the basics, none of it sticking to your vodka-muddled brain. and just as another beat drop approaches, he points to a button lighting up blue. press on this when i say. he smiles cheekily, pushing levers and twisting knobs before nodding and calling out now. you do as you're told, bringing a semi-smooth transition into the last song of his set. you laugh, lando smiles. he holds his palm up for you, one you gladly slap enthusiastically while he praises you.
“now you can dj for us at our next party!”
you giggle, shaking your head as you stand back, watching as lando begins to slowly transition out of his mix and plugging the aux line into his laptop to play a playlist made for nights like these. then he’s stepping off the platform, holding his hand out for you to help you down. you walk with him, around the house and past his drunk brothers and sorority women, all the way to the bar where oscar now stands. lando convinces you to a round of shots with him, and refills your drink halfway. your head is light, body floating. you were on cloud nine and all you need…
your head whips around, eyes scan the room. you look for a mop of dark hair, the broad shoulder, looks for just glimpse of him but once again, he’s nowhere to be found.
“you know what carlos went to help george with?” you lean in towards lando, setting your cup down on the kitchen island. you watch him look around the room the same way you did just seconds earlier before shaking his head.
his eyes are still across the room, but he leans in towards you so you can hear him over the music. “no clue, but george is over there talking to mick so… carlos is probably around here somewhere.”
you try to hide the disappointment, the bit of anxiety that is starting to make its way through your bloodstream. you snatch your cup back up again, bringing it to your lips as you drink the remnants of your mix before tossing the red plastic in a bin. you let the brit know you’re gonna take a lap before making your way around the house. you’re pushing past people again, finding your way through every hallway and room, pathetically looking for a man who has seemingly ditched you at his own house. you’re walking in circles like a lost puppy.
carlos walks back into the home through the front door. you catch him just as he shuts it behind him, with his hair in disarray and eyes glazed over. he’s confused, disoriented, trying to adjust to the stark contrast between the quiet outside and the chaos inside. you watch as he scans the room, acknowledging brothers who wave over at him with a flick of his chin and a half effort at a wave hello. he looks and looks, and finally he sees you.
you’re about to walk over, to greet him and ask him where he’d been. but then the door opens and she walks in. you’ve never met the girl, never seen her in your life. but what you have seen is that glow. the shy smile she wears as she tucks her hair behind her ear and retreats to her sisters that wait excitedly for her. you recognize that look, and that’s when it clicks. the hair. the eyes. the disappearing for god knows how long.
you feel sick.
you want to run. you want to scream. your skin is on fire with rage. you turn on your heel before he takes his first step, storming into the living room area in search of your purse. brothers and their partners for the night are scattered around the room, and you try to ignore the multitude of making out and groping going on as you search for your purse.
you hear him call your name behind you, but you ignore him. you pull at the pillows and he calls your name again. you move over to the next couch, and all of sudden you feel his hand on your wrist and you’re yanking yourself out of his hold. your eyes are wide, angry, with your index finger in his face as if to tell him to stop.
“don’t you dare.”
“it’s not what you think.”
you scoff, turning around and pull at the pillows again, finding your bag beneath the mess of throws. “it’s never what i think, always what you say. that’s what’s always right, right?” you sling the thin strap over your shoulder. you don’t bother to wait for his answer, pushing past him as you make your way towards the front door.
he calls out your name again, a groan following after. “can you… just wait. don’t go yet, please.”
you ignore him, ignore the looks you’re getting, ignore the whispers, everything. the door swings open as you twist the knob, but you never hear it slam shut because carlos is hot on your heels.
“you’re mad over nothing!”
that makes you stop. it makes your blood boil, makes the anger grow, and it makes you stop. you inhale sharply— shakily. “nothing?”
“there wasn’t anything going on, nothing was going on. you’re upset over nothing.”
you turn on your heel to look at the man who stands three feet ahead of you. his brows are furrowed— annoyed— and his lips are parted as he breathes.
“it’s always nothing. it’s always no big deal.” you scoff, “i’m always overreacting. right?” he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even bat an eye at the words that spill out of your mouth. “you are the most insufferable man i have ever met, carlos sainz. you drive me fucking crazy, and not in a good way.” you push your hair back roughly, pulling at the strands as your fingers glide down the length of it.
“will you please come inside so we can talk?”
“no, i’m going home.” you turn again, pushing around your little purse for your car keys.
“you’ve been drinking.” carlos reasons, to which you laugh.
“not enough!”
“for fucks sake, can we just-“ he tries to pull you back to him again, and you pull out of his grasp immediately.
“no! we cannot just. i’m so…” your eyes begin to water, tears blurring your vision. god you hated every second of this moment. here are again, showing just how fucking weak you are for man who continues to play with you. for a man who has given you no good reason to stay and yet is also a man you always come back to. “we’re not talking about this. i’m so tired carlos. i really am.”
“come inside please. let’s just—“
“i’m not coming back inside!” you scream. “i’m not going to walk back in there and let you convince me to spend the night, because i will. i don’t want to lay in your bed while you try to convince me that i was just seeing things because… you will. and i’ll be stuck in this fucking cycle and i just can’t fucking do it anymore.”
carlos’s lips are clamped together, nostrils flared as he stares at you. he watches the tears that escape you, the tension weaved into every muscle of your face. you both stand there, unsure of what to say, unsure of what to do.
then he says your name, resigned. it sounds deflated, like smashing against the keys of a broken piano. “but this time, it wasn’t anything i swear. whatever you’re thinking, it didn’t happen.”
you look up, hoping to stop the tears from falling but it’s hopeless. you’re so fucking hopeless.
“so you didn’t fuck her?” you sniffle, looking at him with bloodshot eyes. he shakes his head and you stiffen up. “didn’t touch her?” he hesitates, but shakes his head anyways. and you scoff. “you touched her.”
“i didn’t fuck her.” “but it doesn’t negate the fact!”
your shoulder slump, defeated. your heart aches in your chest, crumbles at you feet and onto the cold pavement of fifth street. “it doesn’t fucking make a difference carlos. it still fucking hurts. it’s still a fucking slap to my face.”
the wind is cold, prickles at your skin like needles. your eyes fall shut, pushing tears from your eyes and onto your cheek. you feel the pad of his thumb against the skin of your cheek and you flinch. your body stiffens, but you allow the ounce of affection. you allow yourself to soak in the false sense of security for the briefest of moments, just to quell the ache that is burning in your chest. but then you open your eyes and you’re reminded that when you walk away— if you walk away— it will hurt a million times more.
truly, you were sick of this cycle. of running back to him after he keeps you at an arms length away for weeks. you let yourself enjoy the little moments of security, knowing full well how it ends. you’ve been here before, you’ve walked this walk. but no matter how many times you go through this, the ache never dulls.
carlos cups your cheek, the pad of his thumb rough against your skin. and you lean into his touch because it’s comfortable, because it’s the only thing that feels right in a moment filled with so much wrong.
you open your eyes to look up at him, blink away the tears that obscure your vision. you inhale shakily. “what are we doing carlos?” a soft hm buzzes past his lips, and you sigh. your hand comes up to grip his, to pull it off your skin. but you keep it in yours, stare down at his rough palm that lays open in your hands before looking back up at him. “you say i’m yours. say you’re mine, mine, mine. and i just… what are we? what are we doing?”
you release his hand, watch as he stares at his palm, flexing his fingers before letting it fall to his side. carlos bites down on his bottom lip, breathing steady, and his eyes stuck on the pavement. it’s a beat, and another, before his chest heaves as he draws a deep breath in.
“you are so important—“
you shake your head, the tears come back and you make your way to the driver’s side of your car. important to me, he finishes as he follows behind you quickly. he chants your name like it’s meant to convince you to stay. like it will heal you of all the hurt he’s caused, like it makes his answer okay.
and maybe it is. logically, it’s a perfectly acceptable answer. if you were a friend. and maybe you toed the line a bit, maybe to him you were just a friend. but to you, carlos is more than that. he’s more than some guy that you have a bit of fun with, but a guy you’ve slowly begun to fall for. and you fall and fall, brace yourself for impact because you know he’s not going to catch you.
he calls your name, says please with so much desperation in his voice as you pull your door open. begs you to stop, and you do. you stop halfway into your car to look at him with the tears still pouring from your eyes. you smile sadly, pathetically, as you shrug.
“important,” you say, “but not enough. right?”
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