𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉

𝒽𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓈!

I've never published any of my work before so I apologize if it's not amazing! I've been apart of the fanfic/writing scene for a few years now, but I have always been afraid of posting my work. I'm going to try and upload one shots and potentially stories daily! Please leave me any requests, tips, or recommendations on my ask page as they are always open!

~𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

ꨄ︎ ~ 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉

⋆˙⟡ ~ 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

🧸ྀི ~ 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉

𐙚 ~ 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶

𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝓅𝑔𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈 ~ 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 ⋆˙⟡

summary: you're Dean's younger sister and Beau can't stop thinking about you.

word count: 643

warnings: none

author's note: more Beau as promised! lmk how y'all feel about being one of the boys' sisters for the plot of the story! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

Strawberry flavored lip gloss and the sweet smell of your vanilla perfume. That's exactly what Beau was thinking about when you came through the door with your best friend. It was Beau and Dean's birthday bash, you and your friend dressed in a duo costume.

You and your best friend were dressed as barbie the princess and the pauper, her in a blue mini dress and you in pink. A tiara sat atop your freshly blown out hair, white lacy gloves reaching your elbows. Beau was starstruck, granted anything you wore would leave him speechless but still, you looked amazing.

You walked over to grab a drink and sauntered over to your brother and his best friend to wish them a happy birthday. "You came!" Dean said, pulling you into a hug. "Of course I did" you replied matter of factly. "Happy birthday" you said to Beau, "thanks y/n" he smiled at you, taking in your appearance.

Dean disappeared to go talk to someone and you and Beau were left alone. "You look really good" he said, you smiled a light pink blush spreading across your cheeks. "You do too" you replied as you took a sip from your red cup.

"So...you got a boyfriend?" Beau asked, "Kinda forward huh?" you say back with a laugh. "Oh sorry I was just-" he began but you cut him off, "No it's fine, I like it. Um no I don't have a boyfriend" you smiled and Beau thought he might pass away right there. The way your bouncy hair fell across your shoulders, the way your glossy lips said his name, the way your eyelashes fluttered when he spoke. Beau Maxwell was in love. With his best friend's baby sister he's known all his life.

You snapped him back to reality, "Why? You wanna ask me out?" you smiled, it might've been the added confidence from the drink you'd been sipping but if you were being honest you had thought about Beau like that for a while now. He was always around and was always so sweet to you. How could you not feel some type of way towards him?

Beau had a smile plastered across his face as the words left your mouth, "I mean are you saying you would say yes?" he replied. "Maybe. You'd have to ask me first" you giggled, taking another sip of your drink.

His eyes gleamed, "Okay. y/n Dilaurentis will you go on a date with me?" he asked. You smiled back at him, heart swelling "Yes."

He lost his composure and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You were shocked at the sudden gesture of affection, but when he pulled away to look at you your hands found his neck and you pulled him against your lips. Your lips moved together in unison, the whole party disappearing as you kissed.

You both kinda forgot the fact that Dean was there and would eventually find out what you two were doing. Neither of you cared at that moment though, all you were focused on was each other. Your hands found their way into his hair, one of his tugging your waist closer and the other gripping your neck.

As you pulled away you laughed, Beau now had glittery pink strawberry flavored lipgloss smeared on his lips. "I'm sorry" you giggled as you reached your gloved hand to wipe his mouth. His hand blocked yours, "Leave it. I like your strawberry lipgloss" he replied as he licked his lips. "Is that what I taste like?" you asked, "That and whatever fruity drink is in your cup" he chuckled back.

𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑀𝑒? ~ 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒟𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓈 (𝓅𝓉 2) 𐙚 ⋆˙⟡

word count: 1437

warnings: mentions of illness, mentions of parent loss, grief, weed use

author's note: so many of you requested a part 2 so here it is! lmk if y'all want a part 3! if you're new here is part 1! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

As your head hit the pillow that night, your brain swirled with thoughts of Dean. When you saw him standing there it felt like seeing a ghost of your old life, you thought that was probably why it hit the hardest. If you were being honest, you were thriving in college. It wasn't that you had an awful high school experience, but you were much more confident and sure of yourself now.

Lilly had scheduled skiing lessons for herself and Beau was going to keep her company. You on the other hand used to ski all the time when you were a child so you figured you'd get the hang of it eventually.

The next morning approached quickly and you got ready, placing layers of clothing on your body. As you plodded down the stairs to grab breakfast it appeared that everyone was already waiting for you.

"y/n you're awake!" Lilly squealed as she stirred her cereal. "Oh sorry was I supposed to be up at a certain time?" you asked the confusion evident in your voice. "No you're fine" Dean smiled at you as he put the milk back in the refrigerator.

Beau spoke up "I'm gonna go with Lils to her lessons. You and Dean can hit the slopes if you guys are both okay with that"

"Sounds great" Dean said, Beau's eyes shifted to you "that's fine" you said with a forced smile on your face. Of course this just had to happen, you being forced together with this horrible man from your past.

As you got on your many pieces of gear you and Dean began to walk to the nearby slopes. "You've skied before?" he said with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, um my dad...he used to take me all the time" you replied. "Oh...uh yeah I'm really sorry about-" he began but you cut him off "Its fine...it was a long time ago" you finished. Your dad got sick when you were a junior in high school. Even though you didn't date, Dean helped you. Driving you to the hospital when you needed him to, listening to you open up about how hard this was for you, and wiping your tears as you cried to him.

But then Dean left and you had to deal with it all alone again. He passed away right after you graduated high school. The wound wasn't as fresh anymore but when you had someone like Dean around everything felt like it used to, when your dad was still here.

"I never got to say I was sorry" he spoke up, his blue eyes meeting yours. You looked up at him, "you never said goodbye either" you replied. It wasn't that you were still hung up on him because you weren't, it was that you were still nursing the wounds from your father's death and his abrupt departure.

His face fell, "I'm sorry. I...." he began but you cut him off by getting on the ski lift. He looked surprised, surprised that you ran away instead of finishing the conversation with him. He got on the ski lift not far behind you, when you got off you attempted to walk in your skis but almost bit it.

As you tried to go down the hill, you realized you hadn't done this in quite some time. Dean was behind you now, waiting for you to go down the slope. As you went down, you remembered how difficult it had been for you to come to a stop when you were little. Dean eventually passed you as he was much more experience.

Once you neared the end of the slope you tried to remember what that trick was to stop. It was a food? Pineapple? Pumpkin? you thought as you were dangerously close to running into a tree.

Dean saw you and quickly realized what was happening, "Pizza!" he yelled at you. Once he said that you remembered what your dad taught you, you turned your skis inward to stop yourself. You stopped merely inches away from Dean.

You laughed, not believing you actually did it, but you got ahead of yourself and fell right into him. You were on top of him, helmets clacking together as your skis and legs were tangled together. "Ugh I'm sorry" you said completely and utterly embarrassed. Maybe you should've joined Lilly in her lessons.

Dean helped you up, as you both took your helmets off. You both decided it was time to go back to the cabin. You took off your gear leaving it outside of the house. When Dean lifted up his hoodie, his shirt lifted too and you saw a rather large bruise on his torso.

You yelped, "Oh my god! Did I do that? I'm so sorry" you said as you ran to him, running your cold hands over the wound. Dean flinched at your touch, "Nah it's okay. I'm used to it" he replied, his eyes looking at your red cheeks and messy braided hair.

You shivered, "I'll make a fire" Dean spoke up, as he walked to grab some wood. You sat on the couch, wrapping yourself in a fluffy white blanket. He returned and started to make a fire in the fireplace, sitting beside you on the couch when he was done.

He had a plastic bag with a few joints in it, he offered the bag to you. Reluctantly you took one out as he handed his lighter to you. It was a silver lighter engraved with a 'D' onto it. You recognized the lighter, you had gotten it for his birthday once upon a time.

"You still have this?" you asked as his eyes met yours. "Course I do" he responded, now lighting his own joint. "I thought you would've gotten rid of it" you said, placing the joint in your lips then letting out a breath.

His eyebrows knit together, "Why would I do that?" he said, taking his own puff. You shrugged, "I don't know...I guess I just..." you trailed off, suddenly distracted by his handsome face. He was older since you last saw him, more mature. You liked that look on him, the light stubble on his face and the dirty blonde hair.

"You just thought I didn't care for you" he finished for you. "You left without even telling me" you said as you swallowed. His avoided eye contact, "I didn't have a choice" as he shook his head.

"What do you mean?" you said a sudden glimmer of hope flashing before your eyes. "I mean that my parents finally had enough of me and sent me away to boarding school. That's where I met Beau" he said.

Your face pulled in confusion, "Boarding school?" you thought for a moment then spoke up again, "But that still doesn't explain the fact that you couldn't so much as text to tell me."

He bit his lip, "It would've been too hard to say goodbye to you" he said. Your eyes softened as you took another drag. You rested your head on your hand as your elbow propped it up, "You know when my dad died...I thought that you were going to reach out...but you never did" you said face looking down.

He stayed silent, his face full of regret. "I tried to...but the call...it never went through" he said. "What?" you said, eyes suddenly filling up with tears. "I tried to call you the day I found out...but it said the call failed. And then after that you must've changed your number" he spoke up. Your heart hurt, he had tried to contact you.

"I never stopped thinking of you" he said, "When I found out you went to Brair I thought about reaching out, but I figured you wouldn't wanna see me."

You were dumbfounded, "Dean..." you tried but couldn't stop the tears from spilling out your eyes. Finding all this out, bringing up old memories of Dean and your father, it was all just too much. He moved closer to you, wiping away your tears with his fingers just like he used to.

It only made you cry harder. He wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you into his chest as you sobbed. He kissed the top of your head, whispering "you're gonna be okay" and "I've got you" while he rubbed a soothing hand on your back.

𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 ~ 𝑅𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓃 (𝓅𝓉 2) 🧸ྀི

word count: 728

warnings: angst

author's note: the part two as requested! if you're new here is part 1 ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

You sobbed the whole way home, wanting to crawl into a hole and die. You should've known, you should've known that he'd never pick you. No one ever had, not when you were five begging your dad to spend time with you, not when you were eleven begging your friends to invite you next time, and not when you were eighteen begging Rafe to pick you over perfect Elaine.

You wiped your eyes with your hoodie, his hoodie. You hadn't even realized you were wearing it but you couldn't bring yourself to take it off, not even when you crawled into your bed when you got home. It smelled like him, like his house, like his bed.

You held your pillow against your body, trying to replicate the feeling of laying up against him. You let out a breath as you pulled out your phone, no new messages.

When you finally fell asleep, you were woken up by the buzzing sound of your phone. You hoped it was Rafe, but it wasn't it was a spam call. You felt like you had been punched in the gut, you sucked in your cheeks.

The buzzing came again and you forced yourself to look.

Rafe: I'm sorry y/n

Rafe: I shouldn't have yelled at you

Rafe: I'm at the club right now but I'll be home at 2 if you want to meet me

You swallowed. He was thinking of you, but that didn't really mean anything. He never made any sense and your mental health was truly suffering from him. But you couldn't stay away, you couldn't say no.

You: can you come here?

Rafe: I'll be there at 2

You let out a breath, he was coming to see you. He had to care about you, he wouldn't come to see you if he didn't. You waited an hour for him to show up. When you finally heard that knock on the door, your heart jumped.

You opened the door to see his face, he had a bouquet of flowers. They weren't roses which were your favorite, but at least he got you flowers. He held them out to you, "thank you" you said as you took them.

He stepped inside as you placed the brightly colored flowers on the table. Your face was red and puffy and you were still in the same clothes you had on when you had left. "I shouldn't have said those things" he said, making eye contact with you.

You looked up at him, "you...you can't keep doing this to me" you said in a soft voice. He looked down at you, "I know...I love you and I'm sorry" he said as he leaned down to kiss you.

Before you gave in you had to let him know, "Rafe...I can't do casual anymore. This hasn't been casual for a while and I can't keep doing this to myself" you said.

He pulled back, "we said no attachments" he looked at you like you were the dumb one for taking his words and actions too seriously. "But you just said you loved me. How is that casual?" you wanted to scream and cry at him, but you remained relatively composed.

He ran a hand through his hair, "Don't be dramatic y/n" he replied. Tears began to prickle your eyes, "I can't believe I let this drag on so long" you said in disbelief as you shook your head.

"Just forget about earlier" he said as he tried to reach down to kiss you. You moved away from him, "You were never going to pick me over Elaine. I'm just a toy to you! Something you can play with when you're bored and then throw away when you're done! Well I'm not..." you screamed at him through tears.

He tried to wrap his arms around you but you wouldn't let him. "Stop trying to manipulate me!" you cried, hugging your arms around yourself.

"I can't do this shit anymore y/n. You're so fucking dramatic I can't take it" he said as he opened the door to leave. "Don't text me later!" you screamed as he slammed the door behind him.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑀𝑒 ~ 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃 (𝓅𝓉 2) ꨄ︎ 𐙚

word count: 1702

warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, p in v

author's note: part 2 that came highly requested ;) if you're new here is the link to part 1! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

The smell of Logan filled your nose as you were finally back, tangled in his navy sheets. You had been staying with him since your roommate Serena had backstabbed you by trying to hook up with him. You weren't officially back together with Logan but he was still yours.

His warm arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you up against him. You were wearing a lace pajama set, him in nothing but his boxers. As you pressed against him, you could feel his erection. You were so confused because you hadn't done anything, you didn't even know he was awake. He pressed a tender kiss to your hair and you turned your head to look at him.

"Are you seriously hard right now?" You questioned. "It's the morning" he said matter of factly.

"Well yeah I'm aware" you replied still confused as to what that had to do with his boner. "Sometimes we wake up hard, I don't know it's like science or something" he said, pressing his face against your shoulder.

Your brows knit together, "What? I've never heard of that."

"Well maybe cause you're not a dude" he said while his messy hair tickled your neck. "So how do you get rid of it?" you ask. He smiles, "Why, you wanna help me?"

You glare at him, "No" you replied. "Why not!" he laughs, "Maybe because you made out with my roommate" you said crossing your arms and turning your face away from him.

His mouth dropped, "Hey! I told you I was sorry about that baby" as he pressed more kisses to your shoulder. You scooted away from him, "You still did it. And you thought I had sex with Dean."

"Cmon honey" he prodded, "you know I would never do that to you" his chin found the crook of your neck. "But you did do it! you made out with her! While I had to fucking watch Logan!" you pouted.

"Please can we not fight. I said I was sorry and that I love you and that I will never do my sweet gorgeous princess honey pie like that again" he said as he jut out his bottom lip.

You bit the inner corner of your cheek, "Ugh fine! But you're not getting a blowjob because I'm still kinda mad at you" you replied.

His head perked up, "I can work with that" as his lips found your neck. He was now hovering over you, your body fully under his as his lips found yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

His hands tore off your lace tank top, exposing your bare torso. Your nipples almost immediately hardened at the sudden feeling of cool air. His lips kissed down until he finally reached your breasts.

Your hands gripped his fluffy hair as he kissed down your breasts and then down your stomach. Your matching pajama shorts were next as pulled them down your thighs.

Now that you were bare except for your panties, Logan removed his boxers. He slid your panties to the side, and rubbed your pussy with his lengthy fingers.

Your hips bucked as you sucked in a breath, "Just fuck me already" you breathed out. Logan chuckled, "Since you asked so nicely, and because I don't want to piss off my beautiful queen any more" you rolled your eyes.

Then he shoved his thick cock all the way into you, your eyes practically rolling back in your head as you adjusted to his size. He didn't start off slow like usual, he shoved in as deep as he could.

He kept a steady pace as he fucked you, the sounds of pleasure filling his room. "Holy shit" you gasped as his thrusts picked up and he hit that sweet spot.

"Right there...fuck" you moaned. He smiled down at you, "Yeah? You're doing so good baby" he purred as he reached down to kiss your face. Your hands gripped his back, hard enough to leave marks.

Your legs began to shake, "I'm almost...Logan" you gasped as you released your juices all over him. He kissed your lips as he continued to fuck you.

As his thrusts grew sloppy you knew he was there. He pulled out and released all over your stomach. He flopped back down next to you, as you continued to lay there, an absolute mess. Your legs and stomach were sticky, hair sweaty, and you definitely needed to shower.

You rose from his bed making your way to his bathroom. "Without me?" he asked. "We just had sex Logan" you replied rolling your eyes playfully. "We don't have to do anything. I'll wash your hair for you" he said.

Your heart swelled, "Come on" you said as you disappeared into the bathroom. The steam from the shower curled into the bathroom as Logan joined you in the shower.

He kissed your neck tenderly, squeezing a generous amount of shampoo into his hand. He worked it into your hair as you stood there, letting the warm water run down the front of your body.

He pushed your head under the water to signify that he was done. "Logan! You're getting soap in my eyes!" you scream. He panicked "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!" as he took his big hands and wiped your eyes with his thumbs.

"Better?" he asked, you could see the genuine concern and love plastered on his face. You nodded as you squeezed some shampoo into your hand. He ducked down so that his head was at your level and you worked the shampoo into his hair.

You grabbed his head and placed it under the water, running your hands through it to make sure all the suds were gone. You quickly lathered your hair with conditioner and then Logan began to scrub your back with a washcloth.

He was gentle and extremely careful as he washed you, making sure every part of your body was clean and taken care of. As you rinsed yourself off, he scrubbed his body.

You stepped out of the shower, covering your body in one towel and wrapping your hair in another. Logan stepped out and pressed a kiss to your lips, "I fucking love seeing you in a towel" he murmured against your mouth.

You smiled, "Shut up" as your cheeks turned a light shade of pink. He dried his hair and then wrapped a towel around his waist. The doorbell of the hockey house rang, disrupting your intimate moment.

No one else was home except you two so one of you had to answer the door. You looked at Logan and he let out a sigh as he left the room, but placing a kiss on your cheek before.

While he was gone you changed into a pair of his boxers and one of his hoodies and brushed your hair. When he wasn't back yet you decided to go downstairs to see what was up.

As you neared the front door, you could hear voices. When you rounded the corner you saw him and fucking Serena. "What the hell is going on?" you were furious, furious that she had the audacity to come here, and even more upset that Logan was talking to her while dressed in nothing other than a towel.

"It's not what it looks like baby" he said with a bewildered look on his face. Serena made eye contact with you, "y/n" she said.

"Then what the hell is it!" you yelled, your face twisting up in anger. "She says she's here to see Tucker okay? Not me" Logan replied. "The fuck do you want with him?" you asked her, finally acknowledging her existence.

"He's giving me cooking lessons" she said with a sickly sweet smile. You didn't know if you wanted to throw up or punch her. You looked disgusted, "So what are you doing here now? He's obviously not here" you said.

"Well I might be a bit early, but I figured I could talk to you since you haven't come home" she said. You grimaced, "You're the last person in the world I want to have a conversation with."

"y/n we need to talk about this, you're my best friend. And it's not my fault that your boyfriend came onto me" she said. Logan's eyes twitched, "Me? Coming onto you? Are you kidding me right now!" he shouted.

"Best friend? Best friends or friends in general don't try and con their friend's boyfriend into sleeping with them. You're a fucking disgusting human being and I wish nothing but the worst on you" you yelled at her.

Serena opened her mouth to speak but you continued, "Also, I know it was you. You were the one that spread all those rumors about me at the beginning of the year. What the fuck did I ever do to you except be a friend?" you asked genuinely confused as to what you did to piss her off so bad.

Serena's eyes widened in surprise, "What? I would never do that to you y/n!" she said trying her best to sound sincere. You saw through her fake little act, "Oh come on! Give it up Serena! You hate my guts and want everything I have! You want my boyfriend, my things, probably even want my fucking body and face too" you spoke.

Then something snapped in her, "You have everything! And you just throw it in my face all the time! You have a boyfriend and all these perfect friends and you practically laugh in my face cause you think you're better than me!" Serena yells back at you.

You're extremely confused, "What are you even talking about? I didn't think I was better than you, but now I definitely do. Either way Serena I don't want to speak to you ever again and you seriously need to get help because whatever this just was, isn't normal" you reply.

𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑀𝑒? ~ 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒟𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓈 𐙚 ⋆˙⟡

summary: you agree to go on a ski trip with your best friend and her boyfriend, but find out an unexpected fourth person will be joining you.

word count: 742

warnings: none

author's note: okay so basically this was an original short story of mine from years ago, but I revised it for Dean because I lowkey like the trope lol. I think this one could work as a series if that is something y'all want! Also I tried my best to have it make sense but I was struggling to figure out how to make it make sense lol. Anyways hope you enjoy! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

"You almost done packing?" your best friend Lilly asked from the doorway. You met Freshman year and have been inseparable ever since. "Yeah I'm almost ready to go" you said as you placed your last pair of pants in your suitcase. You brought your heavy bags out to the car then climbed into the front seat.

You were going on a ski trip for winter break with Lilly and her boyfriend Beau. They had only been dating a few months, but they were friends before then. You didn't know tons about him, but every time you interacted he seemed nice. He was like totally loaded so you were invited to his family's ski cabin for two whole weeks.

As Lilly pulled out of the driveway you scrolled on your phone. The cabin was about four hours away so you had a lot of time to waste. You began to feel carsick so you tried to get some sleep.

You were abruptly awoken by the sound of Lilly singing off key. "Gosh Lil" you said as you rubbed your eyes. "Sorry" she laughed and gave me a look. Your brows knit in confusion, "What?" you said. "Remember when I said it was just gonna be you, me, and Beau" she said.

"Yeah..." you said skeptically. "Well that wasn't the full truth, Beau's best friend is coming too" your mouth fell open.

"Lilly!" you shouted. She held her hands up in surrender "What! I'm sorry! Look I knew you'd never agree to come if I told you so" she said.

"So you lied?" she rolled her eyes "Well when you put it like that it sounds bad!"

You groaned, "Ugh is he at least hot?" you asked. "Mhm yep totally hot" she replied.

You arrived at the cabin and pulled up on the snow covered road. You were in awe of the cabin, it was large and spacious to simply just be someone's vacation home. Beau and his friend had already arrived and were waiting inside.

You and Lilly were now placed in front of the door, as she knocked. The door opened revealing Beau, no friend behind him. "You guys made it!" he smiled as he pulled Lilly into a hug.

Then you saw the friend he had brought with him. His blonde hair was wet, a towel wrapping around his waist. And once you realized you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. It was Dean, Dean mother fucking Dilaurentis.

You didn't even realize he went to the same college as you, but here he was standing in front of you, towel wrapped around his waist, hair wet, and a wide smirk plastered across his face. "Miss me?" he winked.

You rolled your eyes, "You've got to be fucking kidding me" you mumbled. Beau and Lilly had disappeared upstairs leaving you alone with Dean. "Didn't know you were friends with Lils" he said, tongue running across his teeth.

"Lils?" you said with raised eyebrows, "She's my best friend" you stated. "You look good" he said as his eyes raked your body. You definitely looked different from when you last saw him.

"Stop Dean" you said, he grinned "Missed hearing you say my name" he replied.

Your mind flashed with the memories of you two. You went to high school together, until he transferred senior year which is where you assumed he met Beau. It's not like you guys were ever anything serious. You pretended to hate each other while fucking in secret. And the truth was, you did kinda miss him and the way he made you feel.

Things never really ended with you two, he transferred randomly at the end of summer and never spoke to you again. He ghosted you, and you fucking hated getting ghosted. Of course it never really was a relationship, but you thought he at least had some level of decency to tell you he was transferring to your face. Instead you found out when he stopped answering your texts and he didn't show up for the first day of school.

His hand reached out to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. "Dean" you glared at him, "What!" he said sheepishly.

"This is not happening again got it?" you said as you gestured between the two of you. "We'll see" he smirked as he disappeared into the hallway.

This was going to be a fucking long two weeks.

𝒫𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝒜𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓀 ~ 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 ⋆˙⟡

summary: you were having panic attack and your best friend Beau helps you through it.

word count: 522

warnings: none

author's note: finally wrote a Beau one shot! lmk if y'all want more Beau! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

The warm light of your salt lamp spilled across your floral pink bedspread. Beau was helping you pack up a box for you to take to school. You were going to be a freshman at Briar as Beau was going to be a sophomore. You were extremely nervous to move away from everything you had ever known.

Your childhood best friend Beau being there made it a bit better but you couldn't calm your nerves. "You're bringing this right?" he said with a chuckle as he held up your childhood stuffed animal that still slept next to you every night.

"Of course I am" you smiled as you grabbed the little stuffed rabbit out of his hands. "I still remember when we picked that out at the zoo" he laughed. "Yeah....feels like yesterday" you replied, your eyes growing sad.

"Stop worrying. You're gonna be fine at Briar, you have me and Dean and you'll make a bunch of new friends" he said in attempts to ease your nerves. However, that only made things worse. As you glanced around your room, pieces of your life and childhood missing, packed away into boxes to start a new chapter.

One thing about you is that you hated change, you always had and Beau knew that. He wanted to help you, ease your anxiety that he knew you struggled with.

Your mind raced about mile a minute, all of your worries and fears creeping in. You began breathing heavily, "I don't think I'm ready for this" you said quickly.

You frantically searched your room as you knew you were on the verge of a panic attack. You remember the words of your therapist "5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell, and 1 thing you can taste" a grounding technique.

"y/n look at me" Beau said, turning your face to look at him. Tears were in your eyes as your breathing stayed heavy. "tell me five things you can see okay?" he said already knowing about the grounding technique.

"Um...you...my salt lamp...my lace curtains....um boxes...and um my bed" you replied. "Good, now 4 things you can touch" he said. You touched his hand, then his hair, then the hoodie he was wearing, and finally your fingers brushed over his cheek. You let out a breath, "now what can you hear" he said.

"I can hear um...the birds outside my window....the whirring of the air conditioning...and your voice" you breathed out. "Now what can you smell?" he said as his hand cupped your cheek.

Your eyes locked onto his, your mind already easing. "I smell my strawberry candle....and your cologne" you said eyes dropping to his lips. You were very close now, perched on your bed inches from his face. He stared at you in silence. "And taste..." you whispered, your eyes focused on his lips.

𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 ~ 𝑅𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓃 🧸ྀི

word count: 768

warnings: angst, mentions of sex

author's note: this is inspired by that one tiktok trend iykyk and I felt like finally writing some angst! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

Black silk sheets and the smell of Rafe's cologne, that was what your Saturday and Sunday mornings typically looked like. You felt him shift in bed, tossing over so that his face was pressed up against your back. His arms absentmindedly wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him.

You leaned back into his touch, the warmth of his body wrapping you up completely. "Fuck I love you" he whispered, kissing the top of your ear. Your heart skipped a beat as you closed your eyes in hopes of remembering this moment forever.

"Y/N?" you were snapped back to reality as your best friend Jen called to you. "What just happened?" she asked. "Oh sorry I was just...distracted" you replied as your fingers quivered on the screen of your phone. That message from Rafe burning into your brain, you felt a pit in your chest and suddenly it was a bit hard to breathe.

You: I miss you

You: I want to see you

Rafe: stop y/n

Rafe: maybe if you were different

You: but you said that you loved me

Rafe: i wasnt being fr when i said that

Rafe: you knew this was never serious

You stared at the message, your throat beginning to close up. You thought of the way he held you when you were tangled in his sheets practically every weekend for months. The way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear and cleaned you up after sex. The way he told you that you were his 'dream girl' and that he couldn't imagine being with anybody else.

Your heart sunk as you reread the message, over and over again trying to understand. I tried to act normal as Jen told me her stories from work, complaining about the rude customers. But your heart and your head couldn't forget him.

You were back at home now laying in your bed, your oversized hoodie as your phone vibrated on your nightstand.

Rafe: come over

You glanced down at your phone seeing the message. You didn't want to go, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being at his beck and call. But you couldn't resist, you wanted to see him, for him to hold you while he brushed a hand through your hair.

You drove over to his house, knocking on the door. He opened and was shirtless. You looked at him, sadness evident on your face, he pulled you into his chest. "I didn't mean what I said earlier" he whispered while kissing your head. You melted into his touch, hot tears began prickling your cheeks.

He took his thumb and wiped them away, as he held your face up to look at him. "Don't cry y/n" he said kissing your lips.

The next morning you woke up in his bed, the familiar black silk sheets and cologne wrapping you in a warm hug. Your heart still hurt from his message but at least his arms were touching you again. You drifted off back to sleep and woke up about an hour later.

Rafe was gone from beside you, but you heard the shower running. He emerged with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. You gave him a smile as you saw him, but your face dropped when he spoke. "I gotta go. I have this brunch thing with my family and Elaine" he said.

"Elaine?" your heart dropped. "Yeah, my dad wants to meet her" he replied, not a single ounce of remorse on his face. "I didn't realize you were still seeing her, when you texted me I thought you broke up" you said, your face suddenly feeling hot with embarrassment.

"Why would we have broken up? I thought you understood yesterday that this isn't serious" he replied as he tugged a collared shirt over his wet hair. You swallowed, "But..." you began but stopped yourself.

You got out of his bed, quickly dressed in your clothes, and grabbed your bag. "Wait y/n, seriously don't be mad" he said in attempt to stop you. You turned to look at him, "Why? why do you do this to me?" you said as tears began to fall.

"Because you're not like Elaine! She's girlfriend material! You're not-" he stopped as he saw the look on your face. Your heart shattered into a million little pieces. You gulped "right" as you practically raced out of his room.

You hoped that he'd run after you, whisk you into his arms, and tell you everything was going to be okay. But that didn't happen, Rafe never came.

𝒞𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 ~ 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒟𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓈

summary: you were hooking up with Dean and are interrupted.

word count: 969

warnings: light smut

author's note: I lowkey hate this one but I decided to post it anyway lol

You were on your way back from the gym when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

Dean: hi

You: I'll be there in 30

Dean: you didn't even let me ask

Dean: I had a whole speech ready

You: sorry your predictable

As you entered your dorm room you stripped your clothes off to take a shower. You dressed in fresh clothes, nothing too fancy because it was just Dean, but you purposefully put on the brand new red lacy set you bought at the mall.

You made your way to the hockey house, Dean of course promised no one would be there so there was no reason for you to be sneaky. You knocked on the door, the door opened to Dean completely shirtless.

"Hi" he said with his signature smirk.

"Do you ever wear a shirt?" you questioned with a giggle as he led you inside. "Enjoying the view? he laughed.

You followed him to his bedroom as he closed the door behind you. His hands were on your waist in a second, "Is it bad to say I missed you?" you muttered.

He chuckled "How could you not, I'm awesome" you slapped him on his care chest, "Dean!"

"I'm joking. Seriously though I missed you too" he said as his hand found a loose piece of hair, tucking it behind your ear. You unzipped your sweatshirt, revealing your new red lacy bra.

Dean sucked in a breath, "That's new cause I've never seen it before" he said as his hand brushed against the lacy border. "Yeah I got it the other day, like it?" you said as you dragged your hands across his chest.

"Mmm I love it" he practically growled as his mouth found yours. His mouth was rough on yours, tongues dancing against each other. You stepped out of your sweatpants revealing your matching red lacy thong.

Dean licked his lips, his eyes tracing over your body. "Did you get all dressed up just for me?" he smirked. "Don't flatter yourself. I like to look hot okay?" you said.

"Oh you look hot all right" he nodded as his face panned down your body. "Just shut up and kiss me" you said and his mouth was on yours in a matter of seconds.

Suddenly you heard a thud that sounded like a door. You both paused, "I thought you said no one would be home" you whispered.

"Because no one's supposed to be" he answered, worry painting your face. "Dean!" Garrett's voice shouted up from the bottom of the stairs.

Your heart dropped to your ass once you heard him. "Come down here dude!" he yelled once more, but Dean didn't respond, his eyes stayed focused on you.

"You better say something" you whisper shouted, gently smacking him on the head. "Um I'm busy man!" Dean decided to yell.

"That's the best you could come up with!" you mouthed. His shoulders shrugged, "I don't fucking know!" he replied.

"Dude you seriously need to come here" Garrett yelled, but his voice sounded closer than before. "I told you I'm busy!" Dean shouted back, his hands returning to your waist. You glared at him but ultimately didn't protest.

All of a sudden the door to Dean's room swung open revealing not only Garrett, but Hannah as well. Your eyes widened as you saw them, suddenly becoming hyper aware of the fact that you were dressed in red lingerie.

Dean realized as well and stood in front of you, in attempt to shield your body. "What is..." Hannah choked out, mouth still agape. "Uh, Fuck we were just" Dean began but Garrett cut him off. He smirked, "You two were just hooking up?"

"No!" you shouted. "It's not like that, we were just..." you looked at Dean for help but he couldn't think of anything either. "It's okay Y/N, you two are hooking up" Hannah said.

"Oh my god this is so not happening" you said as you buried your face into the crook of Dean's neck. He chuckled, "Fine you guys caught us, we're hooking up"

"Wow I totally couldn't tell" Garrett joked, you flashed him a glare. "So how long has this been..." Hannah inquired.

"A few months" Dean blurted out. "Fuck and you were able to keep it a secret? You've really changed him Y/N" Garrett said, Hannah hit him in the arm. "We're really happy for you guys" Hannah said.

"Oh we're not...this isn't" you gestured, "We're just hooking up, nothing official" Dean spoke up to save you. That was true, but you couldn't deny that you both had feelings for each other. "Oh" Hannah blurted out, "We'll leave you" Hannah spoke again as she dragged Garrett away and closed the door behind her.

You turned to Dean seeing the look on his face. "You okay?" you questioned, as your brushed some hair from his forehead. "Fine" he replied, avoiding eye contact.

"I didn't mean it, you know that this means more to me than just sex right?" you said. "I know" he said back as he finally met your eyes.

"Then what's wrong?" he looked back at you, "I don't know, I guess I just thought that when people found out it'd change the way I-" he paused. "I thought it'd change the way I felt about you, but the truth is it hasn't. I love you Y/N" he said.

Your gaze softened, "what?" he took his hands and placed them on your cheeks. He pressed a kiss to your cheek "I" then a kiss to your nose "love" and finally a kiss to your lips "you" he finished.

𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓃 ~ 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃 ꨄ︎

summary: your clingy boyfriend Logan is sore after his game, so you take care of him.

word count: 1333

warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, p in v, aftercare

author's note: hope you enjoy! finally wrote some Logan smut lol ;) ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

Logan was clingy to say the least. He needed to be close to you at all times and always had to be touching you. But you loved it, because he was yours.

You were currently seated in your designated spot in the stands, wearing his jersey. The Hawks had just won in a landslide with your boyfriend making the winning goal.

Now you were waiting for Logan outside the locker room. The boys emerged from the locker room and once he spotted you his eyes lit up. The sight of you waiting for him, in his jersey left him completely undone. You looked effortlessly beautiful, the way your hair draped across your shoulders, the way your cheeks had a reddish tint because of the cold hockey arena, the way you smiled when you spotted him, he was hopelessly in love with you.

As he ran over to you, you slung your arms around his neck. "You did so good today baby" you purred, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. He grinned from ear to ear, "Yeah I did, didn't I" you giggled.

"Mmm don't be cocky" you said as you traced your pointer finger across his face, his hair still a bit wet from the shower. His hands found your waist as he pressed a sloppy kiss on your lips.

You smiled into it, "Ready?" he asked. You nodded your head as your fingers intertwined.

He opened the passenger door of his car, as you slid in. He placed his hockey bag in the backseat and climbed into the drivers seat. "Food or home?" he looked over at you, one hand on the steering wheel.

"Whatever you want" you replied. As he reversed out of the spot, his other arm reaching behind the passenger seat to check the back. "Home then. You can give me a massage" he said with a grin.

"Oh really? Is that what I'm gonna do?" you said as you poked your tongue against your cheek.

"But I'm in so much pain baby. My muscles are so sore. Don't you wanna help me?" he said as he turned to look at you, his bottom lip jutting out in company with his signature puppy dog eyes.

You smiled "Fine, but only cause I love you" you said, reaching up to press a kiss on his cheek. As you pulled into the driveway of the hockey house, Logan began to smile.

He led you inside and upstairs into his bedroom, shutting the door behind you. He flopped onto his bed, but grabbed a bottle of lotion from a drawer and setting it on the nightstand.

He ripped his hoodie and shirt off before he laid face down on the bed. "Work your magic" he mumbled into the mattress.

You sat on the edge of the bed next to him, pumping a few drops of lotion into your hands. You rubbed them together, then began working on his lower back.

You kneaded your hands on the knots in his back. His back was extremely toned, and you couldn't pretend that your heart didn't skip a beat as you saw him lying there.

You rubbed his tanned back, grinning at his soft sounds you heard. You worked your hands higher to his upper back. He groaned as you reached his tense shoulders. "You're so tense up here honey" you said as you continued to work on his shoulders.

"It's those damn hockey scouts, can't get them outta my head" he said. Your hands wandering down his biceps, feeling every curve of his muscles. You leaned down to his ear, "Mmm I'll take really good care of you baby" as you pressed kisses from his ear and down his neck.

He flipped over onto his back to look at you, a wide smile plastered across his face. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm" you nodded as you slipped his oversized hockey jersey off your body. He licked his lips as you crawled over to him. His sweatpants were discarded when you took off your jersey.

You climbed atop him, his body now sitting up so that you were face to face. You kisses his lips, not ever wanting to stop. Your hands were in his hair, gripping and tugging as your lips moved in unison.

"I love you so much baby" Logan murmured as you rolled your hips. You grinned against his mouth, "I love you too" as you sucked on his neck. His hands reached around to unclip your bra.

As your bra fell he snatched it and tossed it to the side, as his hands slid up your torso to cup your breasts. You groaned at his touch, rolling your hips once more.

He ducked his head to suck your right nipple, his mouth circling around it. Your hands gripping his head as you gasped into his ear. You reached down, fumbling with the buttons of your jeans.

Logan saw your struggle and reached down to help you. He pulled them down your legs and threw them onto the floor of his room. His boxers were next, as he scrambled to get them off.

As his dick popped out, your hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it lightly. Your panties were next as he slid them down your legs, leaving your wetness to drip onto his legs that you were perched upon.

Your head ducked down, mouth enclosing around his tip. You sucked quickly with a pop as your head flew back up. You shifted your body until you were now slightly raised above his erection.

He watched you as you sunk down onto him, your eyes closing and face twisting as you adjusted to his size. His hands stroked your hair to comfort you through the mixture of pain and pleasure. He pressed kisses on your neck as you sunk down deeper.

You gasped in pain as you took him in fully, your hands now wrapped around his neck and clawing at his back. He groaned, "You're doing so good baby" he whispered into your ear as he pressed tender kisses along your jaw, over to your cheek, then meeting your lips as you gasped.

Your pace began to quicken as you rode him, his cock finally finding that spot inside you that made you moan. Your pussy clenched around him as he continue to press sweet kisses to your lips. He wanted you to feel safe, because he loved and cared for you so much.

"Oh...god Logan" you said in between his tender kisses. He didn't stop pecking your lips as your hands dug into his back.

"Fuck baby....I'm-" you tried but were cut off by an involuntary moan. Your core began to tighten as you felt that familiar high, Logan always brought you. Your legs began to shake as you were forced to stop riding, your head falling onto his shoulder with a heavy gasp.

His hands were on your waist, you pussy clenched and he could barely handle it. "Holy shit. Fuck you're so tight" he groaned as he lifted you off him gently placing you to your designated side of his bed.

He admired your beauty, as he began to stroke his cock until he released all over your torso. Your eyes were droopy as you smiled up at him. "You're so fucking stunning" he said as he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

He got up from the bed, put on his boxers, and disappeared into the hallway. He returned with a wet washcloth to clean you up. Your heart swelled at the sight of him, you were his priority. He cleaned you up, then handed you your panties and your favorite hoodie of his.

𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 ~ 𝑅𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓃 ꨄ︎

summary: you had a complicated relationship with your boyfriend Rafe and were trying to find him at a party.

word count: 1886

warnings: 18+, MDNI, smut, unprotected p in v, mentions of drug use

author's note: hope you enjoy! wrote a longer one for y'all since my other Rafe one shot did so well! :) this is not proofread so there may be some mistakes! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

Your relationship with Rafe was complicated to say the least. He was super possessive and that made it incredibly difficult to have a social life outside of him. And for a while you accepted that, because you loved him. He was your person, and you didn't want to lose him.

Until you went to Topper's huge birthday house party. Hundreds of people were there, people you definitely had never seen before. Rafe had arrived early to pregame with the boys before everyone else arrived. You promised him that you would be okay arriving by yourself later.

And when you finally showed up, you regretted that decision. The music was blaring and Topper's house was already trashed. You grew somewhat uncomfortable and wanted to find Rafe.

Someone spilled their drink all over your top. Of course that was the day you had decided to wear a white satin plunge neck top, leaving it stained and practically see through. Now you really needed to find your boyfriend.

You pulled your phone out of your purse and tried calling him. No answer. You texted him, saying you were here. No answer. You grew extremely frustrated and went to grab a drink.

You hoped Rafe would be downstairs, so that's where you went. As your kitten heels clacked down the steps your eyes were met with your boyfriend. Except he hadn't seen you yet.

He was seated on a long white couch, surrounded by Topper, Kelce, and some girls you didn't know. On the table in front of him was stacks of cash and flurries of white powder. You bit the inside of your cheek, you knew what this was.

He told you he'd stopped. That he'd never do it again, yet here he fucking was. A blonde haired girl with practically the tiniest skirt you'd ever seen laughed on his right arm.

She snatched some of the white powder from the table and spread it on the inside of her left thigh. Rafe laughed as she whispered something into his ear. Then he bent down and took in the powder from her skin.

Something dark flickered across your face as you watched the scene unfold in front of you. He promised you he'd stop doing this shit, and what set you off more was the fact that he was entertaining this random girl simply because you weren't there. That worried you. The fact that he was easily persuaded to practically cheat on you.

Clutching the bag that hung off your shoulder, you plodded over to him. Once you stood in front of him, you crossed your arms across your chest, tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

"Babe!" he shouted in surprise, as the girl perched next to him grinned. "Having fun Rafe?" you grimaced as you looked the girl up and down. "You know I was just looking for you" he said as he stood up to hug you. Before he got up he quickly wiped off his nose.

He pulled you against his chest, placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Missed ya" he mumbled. You grit your teeth as you couldn't believe the audacity of everyone around you right now.

The blonde girl from the couch stared up at you, that smile still placed upon her lips. "Get up" you said to her. She practically laughed in your face, "Excuse me?" she said.

"Get, up" you grit out through frustrated teeth.

Reluctantly, she did what she was told, rising up from the couch in an attempt to size you up. She laughed as if to say 'I'm better than you'.

You wiggled out of Rafe's grasp and walked closer to her. "You are?" you questioned the girl.

She laughed in your face once more "I'm Anna, Rafe's..." she searched for the word with a grin "friend" she finished.

Your left eye twitched, "Well I'm his girlfriend, and I'd really appreciate it if you could stay the fuck away from my boyfriend" you said. As far as you knew this girl had no knowledge of you. You wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

Unfortunately you were wrong. "That's funny, I didn't know you owned him. He's not wearing a collar" she grinned once more.

In a matter of seconds you saw red, that's what made you and Rafe so perfect for each other. You both had a dark side, you both were psycho as shit.

You practically launched yourself at her, pulling at her fried blonde hair. "Ugh! You bitch!" she screamed as she attempted to fight back. You were hitting her and pulling her hair as hard as you could before strong arms latched around your waist and were pulling you off her.

When Rafe ripped you off of her she tried to lunge at you, but luckily Topper was quick enough to hold her back as well. "Stay the fuck away from me and stay the fuck away from my boyfriend!" you screamed at her as Rafe dragged you upstairs.

As you were being pulled away, you caught a glimpse of a blonde hair extension on the floor. Once you reached the first floor, Rafe took you outside to his truck that was parked in the driveway.

You wriggled yourself out of his grasp as he looked at you. You were breathing heavily from adrenaline and rage. "So that was..." he began.

You cut him off "What the fuck was that Rafe? I saw you, not only touching her but doing something you promised me you stopped doing"

"Oh so this is all my fault?" you could see the change in his face. He was pissed, but you didn't care. "I mean if the shoe fucking fits!" you practically shout at him.

His jaw tensed, "You think you can talk to me like that?" he breathed. "Answer me Rafe. What the fuck was that?" you said, your eyes focusing in on every micro expression on his face in attempt to read him.

"I don't know okay! Top had some blow and it's his birthday party so we did some. Anna was just there and said it'd be hot if I did it off her thigh, so I just did it! I don't know what the fuck I was thinking okay!" he rambled, throwing his hands in the air as he spoke.

"So you're trying to tell me you were peer pressured into doing blow off a random whore's fucking thigh!" you yelled.

"Fuck Y/N! It's not that simple okay! You always blow things way outta proportion! You're so fucking dramatic" his hands were thrown in the air as he frantically ran them through his slicked hair.

Your eyes widened as you laughed "Oh, I'm dramatic? You're the one who won't even let me breathe near another guy! Like if anyone's dramatic it's you!"

"Cause you're fucking mine" his jaw ticked. You shook your head, "Just fuck off Rafe. I'm seriously so done with this. I can't handle any more of your bullshit tonight" you sighed as you turned to leave.

He snatched your wrist, "No. Don't leave. I'm sorry, I fucked up okay?" he said his eyes pleading.

You swiped your tongue across your teeth, "No Rafe. You fucking pissed me off today" you said. Then he snapped, suddenly you were pushed against his truck, his face inches from yours.

"Yeah? Show me how pissed you are" he said as he opened the back door of his truck. Your mouth was on his in seconds, your breathing in sync. He pushed you into the car, shutting the door behind him.

You were on your back in the backseat of his truck. Rafe was hovered over you with both arms placed on either side of your head. Your lips barely left each other, kissing each other with so much passion and desire. All of that pent up anger you both had at each other released in the kisses.

He unbuttoned your denim skirt and quickly slid it off of you. He reached his hand down to rub your clothed clit. You grunted with pleasure against his lips.

He unbuttoned his jeans next, discarding them on the floor of his truck. There wasn't much room for you two, but you made it work. "I fucking hate you right now" you breathed against his lips.

He smirked as he curled his fingers in your hair, "Show me baby" as he tugged. You flipped him on his back and were now straddling him. You grind your hips on his clothed erection, his hands flying to grip your waist. You grinned in delight, you had so much anger to get out right now.

You pulled down his boxers as his dick sprang out bouncing on his torso. You spit in your hand and began to stroke his hard cock, teasing him. He groaned at the sensation, his head hitting the seat.

You pushed your panties to the side and lined his cock up to your entrance. You sank down, both of you moaning at the action. Your walls clenching as you adjust to his size.

You started slow moving up and down, but that wasn't the point of tonight. You wanted Rafe to know that he wasn't in control, you were. Your pace quickened as you switched to grinding back and forth, riding him at a decent pace.

You could see his eyes roll back in his head at your sudden change in pace. His hands gripped your hips, probably leaving bruises. You sucked in a breath as you rode him as fast as you could.

"Don't you dare ever do that shit again Rafe" you moaned as you saw his head nod with a grunt. His hand reached to rub your clit, you bit your lip.

"God, you're so tight" he moaned as he rubbed your clit faster. You laughed as you leaned down to suck on his neck, leaving purple marks that he wouldn't be able to hide.

Your stomach began to tighten as his fingers quickened. Your pussy began to clench around Rafe's cock and he knew you were almost there. You screamed out in pleasure as you released all over his cock, he gasped as his hands flew to cup your breasts through your top.

You continued to ride him until he was close, "Fuck" he said as he continued to palm your tits through your stained top. His cock twitched inside of you and you knew he was close.

You continued to ride him as his hips bucked under you, he attempted to lift you off him but you resisted. "No" you breathed out as you shook your head. "Inside me...need you to prove you're mine" you said between gasps.

His eyes widened in surprise but he didn't protest, you continued your fast pace as he released his load inside of you. You gasped as you felt his hot cum fill your pussy up.

You continued to ride him until you felt your core tighten again and you reached that high again. You finally lifted yourself off of him, cum leaking out of you.

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝑜 𝑀𝑒 ~ 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃 𐙚 ⋆˙⟡

word count: 1425

warnings: mentions of sex

author's note: hope you enjoy! I originally planned for this story to contain smut, but I thought that it work better as a part 2, so lmk if y'all want that! Once again this is not proofread so there may be some mistakes! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

You and Logan had been in an on and off relationship practically your whole time at Briar. Your friends would often refer to it as a toxic relationship, but the problem was you kinda liked that.

Logan was pretty possessive at times, and that turned you on. Sometimes you would purposefully make him jealous just so he'd get mad. In a way your relationship was perfect like that. You matched each other's freak.

As your kitten heels clacked against the driveway to the frat house, you couldn't help but think about Logan. You were currently broken up over an argument you two had had last week. And now you were on your way to white lies themed frat party.

You knew Logan would be there, but since your breakup was still fresh you figured he'd have a few girls on his arm throughout the party. You scowled at the thought of some random girl's hands on your man. Because that was the rule, even when you two were broken up you still belonged to each other.

You were dressed in a short black skirt, with matching kitten heels, and an off the shoulder white shirt with black writing. The t shirt happened to be Logan's and you thought it would be the perfect thing to wear for tonight's theme. White lies.

Etched across your shirt in big letters was 'I HAVE A BF' you knew you'd catch his attention. Practically every guy at Briar knew you were John Logan's girl, and that's why you had to let everyone know you two had broken up.

You entered the frat house, you were met with a sea of white shirts with black writing. House music blared through your ears making your body vibrate. And then you spotted him.

To no surprise, he was making out with a girl. Except this wasn't some random girl, it was Serena your roommate. Your fucking roommate. In seconds you saw red, how could she? How could he?

A pit grew in your stomach, she was the opposite of you in practically every way. The way she looked, the way she dressed, the way she carried herself. He was doing this on purpose, you thought. He was pissed at you for something, and you didn't even know what it was.

The argument wasn't anything out of the ordinary. When you decided to come to this party, you thought you'd flirt with a few guys, make Logan jealous, and end up back at his place. That was typical for you two. Except absolutely nothing had prepared you for this.

Your nostrils flared and your face grew hot as you felt like you were about to be sick. You weren't best friends with Serena, but you were friends. Surely that had to be enough for her to honor girl code and not get with her roommate's ex of a week. Especially when Serena knew that you and Logan would get back together eventually.

You were absolutely furious. You thought about going over there and bitching them out, but wanted to weigh your options first. Clearly she had something against you if she would stoop this low.

However, you knew at the end of the day Logan belonged to you. So instead of confronting them, you decided to do what you did best. Have a great fucking time.

You found yourself at the drink table, throwing back as many shots as you could get your hands on. Due to your choice in attire, you had many guys approach you. One guy was Charlie, a frat guy who had always shown an interest in you.

Normally you wouldn't get handsy with a guy in front of Logan. You would simply flirt a bit with him and move on, but since Logan had no respect for you, you decided it was time to drop that respect for him.

Charlie's hands found your hips as he pulled you to the dance floor. Your body swayed to the music against his, his lips found your neck as he began to kiss slowly. You moved your head to give him better access. His body was pressed up against yours and you could feel his dick through his jeans as your ass pressed against him.

You were having fun, but you couldn't help but think of what you saw coming into the party. You tried so hard to push those thoughts out of your mind, but you couldn't. You reminded yourself, you weren't the possessive one, he was. He was the one that was supposed to whisk you away from a man, push you up against the wall, and say 'You belong to me."

But that wasn't happening tonight. Logan wasn't going to whisk you away from Charlie tonight, because he was busy with your roommate. As your hips grind against Charlie's your eyes wandered over to the corner of the room.

And there they were. Serena had Logan pushed up against the wall as she kissed his neck. Logan's eyes met yours. He didn't look sorry, he looked like he was enjoying himself. And that shit only pissed you off more.

You couldn't pretend with Charlie anymore, and you couldn't just sit by and watch this disrespect happen in front of your very eyes. You marched over the corner where Serena was groping your man.

You cleared your throat, Serena paused and lifted her head from Logan's neck, her arms still draped around him. "Y/N! I thought you weren't coming!" she said sounding surprised. You read her shirt, 'I don't like being used' you grimaced.

"Well here I am!" you smiled. Logan read your shirt, his left eye twitched at the sight.

"Didn't expect to see...um whatever this is" you motioned your hands. Logan averted his eyes, you finally saw that guilty expression on his face.

Serena's eyes widened "Oh um yeah! We were just...uh" she looked at Logan in hopes that he would say something to save her.

"We were about to hookup, if you don't mind I'd like to get back to that" he said as his hands gripped her ass. You grit your teeth as your hands clenched at your sides.

Serena quickly spoke up "No! I'm drunk and seemed to have gotten carried away you know!" she said holding her hands up in surrender.

"I'd like to talk to Logan. Alone" you said as you flashed an eerie smile to Serena. She practically darted away, probably to find some other girl's boyfriend to steal.

He looked me up and down. "What the fuck is your problem?" you said as you crossed your arms in front of you.

"We broke up. I can do whatever I want. I don't have to answer to you Y/N" he said while shrugging his shoulders.

"Um yes the fuck you do! When has us being broken up ever given the other person the right to hookup with someone else! I would never do that to you" you shouted. Luckily you were in the corner and the music was too loud for anyone else to hear you but him.

He chuckled "Right" he said. "Like when you hooked up with Dean?"

Your brows knit together in confusion "What are you talking about?"

"Serena told me! You hooked up with him in your dorm last week! Right after we broke up!" he said, you could see the betrayal on his face.

The thing was you hadn't hooked up with Dean. "I did not! She's a fucking liar!" you shouted. You were hurt that he would believe you would do that to him. That you would hook up with one of his teammates just to spite him.

"What do you mean you didn't hook up with him?" he said shock painting his face. "I mean that I didn't fucking have sex with Dean Dilaurentis!" you yelled angrily.

"But Serena said..." his face fell as he connected the dots. Serena had lied to get in his pants. That fucking bitch.

"It hurts me that you think I'd do that to you" you said.

His gaze softened as he swallowed, "Fuck I'm sorry baby. I should've known she was lying" he said as his arms found your waist.

You leaned into his touch, that familiar scent of his cologne wrapping you into a hug. "Don't you ever do that again. You belong to me remember?"

He chuckled as he pulled you against his chest, "Mhm. And you belong to me baby" as he pressed a quick kiss on top of your head.

𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒜𝒻𝒶𝓇 ~ 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃 ⋆˙⟡

summary: After a night out, Logan encounters a girl and he is drawn to her.

word count: 727

warnings: none

author's note: Just some fluff and let me know if you have any requests! This is not proofread so there may be some mistakes! ~ 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉 <3

The cool autumn breeze rustled a few nearby trees as Logan's feet clacked the pavement. After that karaoke night he was dragged to, he found himself wanting a relationship like Hannah and Garrett. It wasn't just that he wanted a woman, he got plenty of those. He wanted a girlfriend, someone he could share his life with, his joys, his obstacles, someone he could call when he had a rough practice.

After Hannah's rendition of Cherry Pie, he needed to take a walk to clear his head. He needed to get that thought of Hannah out of his mind. The way she giggled at Garrett, and stared at him as she sang. He wanted that.

Suddenly, a figure caught his attention in the distance. A girl he'd never seen before seemed to be dancing under the moonlight outside a nearby apartment building. Not only was she barefoot, but she appeared to be wearing pajamas?

She seemed peaceful, simply twirling around with her long hair swaying against her back. A smile crept across his face as he watched her. She didn't know that he was watching her. She didn't expect anyone to be around at this hour.

She was supposed to be taking the trash out to the curb, but grew distracted when her favorite song blasted in her headphones. She couldn't help but dance, the streetlights acting as a spotlight as her body moved along to the beat of her favorite song. She was too far for him to make out her face, but he just knew she was beautiful.

His smile grew as he admired her. The way her hair fell, the way she twirled around despite not wearing any shoes, and the fact that somehow seeing this girl dancing alone in the street, made his whole night better. He wanted to walk closer, but didn't want to alert her. I mean he was a random man watching her in the street, in the dark.

Against his better judgement, he decided to walk closer. He wasn't necessarily close to her, but he could make out her face now. He'd never seen her before. She was gorgeous, he thought to himself as he took in every detail of her face.

As the song ended, she snapped back to reality and walked back over to the sidewalk. She didn't notice him, she simply finished her task and returned back inside her apartment building.

Logan was upset he didn't get the chance to speak with her, but he knew where she lived now. So, hopefully he could find her again.

The next morning, Logan woke up in a great mood. He got up early, showered, and even went out to get the rest of the house muffins from the bakery.

After breakfast, he decided to go on a run, purposefully taking the same route from his walk last night. As he passed by her apartment building, he had hoped she would be out again. But that wasn't the case.

Once he returned from his run, he opened the door to the hockey house as his eyes met none other than the mysterious girl from last night. Only she wasn't alone. She was currently making out with Dean Dilaurentis. On his fucking couch.

Logan couldn't believe his eyes. How was it that he saw this girl last night dancing outside her apartment and was now making out with one of his best friends. Then he realized he had heard Dean last night, hooking up with some girl.

It was only now that he connected the dots, this was the girl Dean was actively hooking up with. He cleared his throat as he walked deeper into the room. Dean chuckled "Sorry, buddy" he said as the girl perched on his lap stared at Logan through her messy hair.

"And this is..." Logan said as he gestured to the mystery girl. "Y/n" she spoke up. She giggled as her long hair swayed across her back. "I'm Logan" he said.

"I know" she said as she stared dangerously across the room. Dean's lips connected to her neck as her eyes stayed focused on Logan. Her head fell back, giving him better access.

Logan stared back, watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was drawn to her, but how could he have her if she was fucking the great Dean Dilaurentis?