#and I literally told my dad 'oh my god you gotta read this book. it's great'

[tommybowefuneralattendee]

oh 4 from the angry prompts for literally whoever you want that one hurts so good - katie

4. “You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?” 

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It's not a good day. Both of his dads are on one about something or another, at each other's throats and at Augustus's, though to his knowledge Augustus hasn't done anything particularly wrong. It's just a mood thing. Changing of the seasons, maybe. He doesn't have work today, so he heads over to the Agnew household to get away from the yelling, the angry and snapping retorts, the rare breaking of glass. Swear, his dads were better, more even keeled, when he was a kid. He doesn't know what he did wrong. He doesn't know what he did to them, growing up weird in their presence. Because he knows he's weird. He just wishes his dads didn't think so too. They love him. He just doesn't know if they have any idea how to love him in a way he understands.

He knocks on the door of the Chosen's house, pasting on a smile. He likes Mrs. Agnew. She's told him a million times to call her Laura, smiles at him indulgently when he goes on one of his freak tangents, never makes him feel like an intrusion in her house. The same cannot be said of her son, but Augustus knows Chosen likes him. At least, that's what he tells himself.

"Auggie!" Mrs. Agnew says as she throws open the door, fully outfitted in her scrubs. She's either gotta be just home from the hospital or just leaving- she hates staying in her scrubs for even a minute after getting home. He knows Mrs. Agnew. She knows him as well, unfortunately, because he can see when she clocks the falseness of his smile.

"Hello, Mrs. Agnew. I have come to give your son my esteemed company. Is he in?" he asks, knowing that Spencer is. He wasn't on the schedule at the store today, and the boy has some of the worst agoraphobia Augustus has ever seen, and he's him. He knows freak behavior when he sees it. Laura gives him a slow look, still kind but questioning, and opens the door wider for Augustus to step inside.

"He's right in his room, Auggie, I just told him bye. It's swing shift tonight, so I'll be home around 3am if you're still here, kiddo. You two play nice," she says, grinning at him before leaning up to kiss Augustus on the forehead. The affection of the action nearly brings tears to Augustus's eyes, but that would be terribly embarrassing, and so Augustus does not allow that to come to pass.

"Have a good shift, Mrs. Agnew," he says, unsure of what else to say. Mrs. Agnew leans back in the door to say one last thing before she closes it behind her.

"For God's sake, Augustus, just call me Laura!"

Instead of thinking about that, Augustus makes his way down the hallway toward her son's room. Chosen likes to pretend that he does all of his living out of their garage, but most of his belongings and markedly his bed are located in a bedroom right next to his mom's. The Agnew house feels so much more like a home than his own. He's always heard about how sad it was to have only one parent, about how people with both of their parents still should be grateful, and he is, but. There's a but. Laura loves Spencer like she never even tried to learn how to do anything else, indulges him in his oddness, makes sure he has a therapist that doesn't invalidate his delusions. They all know Spencer knows the difference between what's in his head and what's real; it's that talking about himself in the way that he does makes the Chosen feel more in control of the situation. And there's nothing wrong with that.

He knocks again, this time on Spencer's bedroom door. It drifts open slightly as it hadn't been properly closed. That's pretty typical of Laura being the one to close Spencer's door. Moms are like that, he thinks. He wouldn't really know, though, would he? When he pushes the door open, Chosen is sitting on his bed with a book in his lap, sunglasses sitting on his bedside table. His hair is falling in his face and he's utterly focused on the material in his lap. He looks pretty. Augustus taps his knuckles against the door a second time.

"Mother, I thought you had- you are significantly not my mother. What are you doing here, you sloppy idiot?" the Chosen asks, his tone vitriolic and dismissive like Augustus isn't here at least three times a week. Today, Augustus folds under the pressure. Everything is too fucking much. He can't deal with this, with his own best friend hating having him around, when he's already this close to a break. He closes his eyes for a quick second, swallowing as he tries to keep himself from crying in front of the Chosen. He doesn't know if he would survive the Chosen making fun of him for being emotional right now.

"Never mind," he says at a volume barely higher than a whisper, turning on his heel and heading back down the hallway. He doesn't expect Chosen to protest at all, let alone get up, let alone come after him, so imagine his surprise at feeling the other boy collide with his back, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. It stops Augustus in his tracks.

"I'm sorry," Chosen mutters into the back of his shoulder, "I know I'm a dick, but please don't go." If he's ever heard Spencer sound so unsure of himself, he doesn't know when it was. He puts his hands over Spencer's and leans back against his friend, the Chosen immediately resettling his weight to accommodate Augustus better. They've never been the hugging kind of friends, let alone the kind that hold one another like this. It's nice. It doesn't remove the empty sadness in Augustus's chest, hot like mourning, but it helps. Only a little, but it helps. Augustus closes his eyes again. It makes the world quieter.

"It's not you, Chosen. Just a bad week," he says, his voice still that empty whisper. Spencer squeezes him a little before turning Augustus around, pulling the other boy's head to rest solidly against his neck. Augustus relaxes into his hold.

"I'm sorry to have contributed to the substandard condition of your week. If there is some way I can assist you, vanquishing your foes for example, you must know that I would complete whatever task you asked of me," the Chosen says, and it's really nice to have a best friend that is also autistic. The complexity of his linguistic patterns is fascinating. As much as Augustus tries to distract himself with that line of thinking, tears are still welling up at the corners of his eyes. He presses closer to the Chosen, hoping that the other boy won't be able to feel the moisture of his tears through his shirt. It's a pretty thick shirt. He doesn't know how Chosen deals with that texture. Different autism, he guesses. Back on track.

"Fighting with my dads again. It's no big deal, dude," he assures, his voice muffled because he doesn't lift his head. He really doesn't want to show Spencer his face. He knows he's red, and splotchy, and that his glasses have been pressing into his face for the last few minutes, and he doesn't want to give him any more ammunition for calling Augustus names. The Chosen makes a little confused noise. The fact that it's adorable doesn't even occur to Augustus. (This is a lie.)

"Again? You have not told me about this previously," Spencer says, his tone lingering somewhere between confused and something that might be hurt. Augustus doesn't know. No matter how much he studies people, he still gets it wrong sometimes. It makes a customer service job incredibly difficult. Stay on task, Augustus.

"Why would I? It's not like you care," he says, injecting some humor into his voice given the obvious nature of the statement. Chosen squeezes him a little, not hard but like a reflex, like he didn't mean to do it at all. He loosens up nearly immediately, starting to shift back, but Augustus isn't ready yet. He wants to pretend that Spencer actually likes him, is that so wrong? He knows that Spencer doesn't actually care. He knows that this probably has more to do with whatever happened to Spencer since he last saw him than it does to do with him actually giving a shit. Augustus isn't an easy person to give a shit about. He knows that.

"The magnitude to which I do care has been alarmingly cumbersome in recent months," The Chosen says stiffly, even the vibration of his voice somewhat sharp in nature. Forgetful of his own reasons for not putting space between them, Augustus ducks back to look Chosen in the face.

"What do you mean?" he asks, squinting.

"It seems I have developed... feelings. For you. Against my better judgement," Chosen says, still still, but almost embarrassed now too.

"You're joking," Augustus says flatly, voice empty of all inflection. Spencer rolls his eyes.

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?” he asks, and Augustus can't fucking do this. He can't stand in Spencer's hallway with Spencer's hands on him, listening to Spencer lie to him.

"I'm already upset, and you're joking me about the fact that I have a crush on you. This is a new low, Spencer," Augustus says, and the Chosen's heart drops to his stomach. This idiot cannot like him back. With how Spencer treats him? Being attracted to, let alone genuinely liking Spencer seems indicative of some extraordinarily low self-esteem, but it's not like... well, it's not like Chosen doesn't want it to be true. Would it be better for Augustus, probably, but who else is going to keep him safe? With Augustus aware of his feelings, he can be more overt in how he cares for the other boy, and defend him from others without the worry of Augustus reading more from it than he's willing to share. He can do something to balance their scale, which so often goes unfairly in the Chosen's favor; he knows that Augustus lets him get away with fricking murder. And all of this only matters if Augustus accepts his feelings. Accepts him.

"Augustus, I am not joking. I assure you, I would never joke with you about something of this nature. It should also be noted that... I did not know that you have feelings for me. I am not sure how to proceed under these conditions," the Chosen says, his expression quickly betraying how awkward and uncomfortable he feels. Augustus looks at him, head tilted, for several solid seconds.

"Wait, are you serious?" he asks, incredulity palpable as it drips from his tongue. Spencer blinks.

"Do you know me to lie?" he asks, tilting his head in an unconscious mirror of his friend. Augustus sighs.

"Well, like, no, but. I can't... I can't be disappointed again. Can't be disappointed if you never expect much." Augustus says the last part like a mantra, worn from it's repetition. His eyebrows raised but he's not looking at the Chosen's face, so he doesn't see the way Spencer looks like someone slapped him across the face. "You can't stand me. You've told me several times. To my face." This drops out of his mouth with the clunky weight only resignation can tender, as if Augustus had repeated those to himself as well, like if he broke his own heart first, Spencer wouldn't be able to hurt him. Chosen's chest hurts. He wishes the weight of the safety of the world on his shoulders had not hardened him to showing his feelings for Augustus, that he could have told Augustus how much he cares for him without wanting to crawl out of his own skin. Augustus needs this, and so the Chosen will have to be brave. He can do that. He's good at brave. He reaches down and takes Augustus's hand off of his hip (as much as the very sight of it nearly overwhelms him), tangling their fingers together. He lifts their hands to his mouth, looking directly at Augustus as he presses a kiss to the back of the other boy's hand.

"I have been unkind to you, and for that I apologize. If you would allow me the opportunity to make it up to you, I would not disappoint you. No matter your expectations. Expect as much of me as you'd like," he promises, forcing the words out past the hot feeling in his chest, the thing that had always caused him to lash out at Augustus to keep the other boy at a distance. Chosen has no idea what to do with the way Augustus makes him feel. It felt like the world ending when Augustus had turned to leave him. He knows he makes it hard to stay. He just hoped Augustus would anyway. Suspicious still, Augustus has his eyes narrowed once again. At least he's looking at him.

"If there was a new restaurant that I wanted to go to, would you let me be annoying about my review for the entire hour or so we're there?" he asks, looking like he genuinely wants to understand. Chosen drops his shoulders, relaxing more than he typically allows with any other soul in the room.

"I like listening to you talk," he says honestly, dark blush crawling up his face as soon as the words are out. Telling Augustus the truth of his feelings may be even more difficult that originally estimated. He is the strongest warrior in the multiverse. He's good at brave. Augustus is blinking rapidly, his disbelief still plain.

"What if I wanted to kiss you in public?" Augustus asks next, and Chosen knows immediately that his flush has gotten even darker. His face is hot. He brings their hands up to his mouth, leaving Augustus's hand to his lips for longer than a second this time. He clears his throat, moving their hands back down to rest Augustus's knuckles against his chest.

"The idea that you would like to kiss me at all is one I am still growing accustomed to. The idea that you would want to do so in front of others is... I would not object to it, to say the least," he says, stumbling over his words a bit at the end there. The awe on Augustus's face is finally surpassing the suspicion, like what Chosen is saying is finally beginning to sink in. Augustus pulls him a bit closer and Chosen would do anything he asked, he thinks. The unbridled devotion that he had been holding back with the idea that Augustus did not want him like this has truly escaped its enclosure. As long as Augustus would have him, he would be the loyal champion of this boy. Augustus releases a squeaky giggle. He's so fricking cute. This is not becoming of a warrior.

"And if I... if I wanted to kiss you now?" Augustus asks, his eyes large and round behind his glasses, and Chosen loses most of his stoicism, let alone his sense of decorum. Leaving one of his hands laced with Augustus's, Chosen moves the other to cup the other boy's face, pulling him down and into a kiss. It's Chosen's very first. He never thought he would like it, always thought it would be too wet, too intimate, too close to someone else for comfort. Immediately, he thinks he could kiss Augustus for hours and never grow bored. Augustus makes a soft noise as soon as their lips connect, moves his mouth against Spencer's in a manner that is far too close to overwhelming. Augustus has either done this before or he is very naturally skilled in the area. Truthfully, Chosen would not be surprised by either. Augustus, while admittedly annoying, is quite pretty, and he excels at learning skills with expediency. This is not to say that he will be telling Augustus any of this. Even if he's telling Augustus how he feels now, he does not need to have knowledge of his inner monologue. That's none of his business.

"You can kiss me whenever you'd like," Chosen says pointlessly when he pulls away, as if he had not perfectly demonstrated the point not moments ago. Augustus giggles, pressing his face into Chosen's neck again. It's nice to feel his smile rather than his tears. Chosen puts his arms back around Augustus belatedly.

"You really like me?" Augustus says; it takes Chosen a moment to realize that it's a question. He tightens his grip on Augustus and deeply contemplates finding whatever unfortunate souls had caused Augustus to feel such insecurity and introducing them to his blade. Augustus needs him at the moment, so revenge will have to wait.

"I care about you. I would like to be with you. I have never felt for someone else what I feel for you," Chosen says, the last bit more of an admission than he was certain he meant to give. Augustus pulls back to look at him again, the pink glow of his happiness making Spencer feel weak in the knees. He straightens himself to his full height. He cannot be this effected by how Augustus looks at him. It would be particularly distracting should they be in an unsafe situation. This does not stop Chosen from looking up at the other boy like he hung the goddamn moon.

"What if I- what if I wanted to call you my boyfriend?" Augustus asks. Pleasure is a hummingbird behind the Chosen's sternum, winds spread in his chest, fluttering about. Hummingbirds can flap their wings up to eighty times a second. It feels much faster.

"It would be an honor," he says a beat late, bringing a look of amused affection to Augustus's face.

"Oh my god, you like me," he says, grin goofy and wide, and Chosen feels equal parts fond and exasperated. He rolls his eyes.

"You like me too, idiot," Spencer says, and he immediately winces. "Sorry." His voice is quiet, his gaze somewhere over Augustus's left shoulder. Augustus cups his chin and tilts his head up, making Chosen look up at him again. He's pretty. Spencer isn't good at being nice, even worse at being sweet. His mother says that being sweet was something he excelled at as a child; Chosen does not know when he lost that particular skill. Augustus leans forward and kisses his cheek, kissing the other as well. It sends Chosen blinking, unsure what is coming to pass. He was rude. Why is Augustus showing him affection when he's been rude?

"Spence, I figured out a long time ago that you don't always mean what you say. It's often very confusing for me, really, but I know you. You're an ass, but you're not a dick. If that makes any sense at all," Augustus says; Chosen can't help himself. He bursts into laughter, pressing his face against Augustus's shoulder. With his face hidden, he doesn't see the way Augustus blinks in surprised delight at hearing the Chosen's free, honest laugh for perhaps the first time. Something shakes loose in Augustus's chest at the sound, like he had been waiting in want of that laugh even when he didn't know to miss it. Impulsive, he presses a kiss to the side of Spencer's face.

"You are so dumb," Spencer says, but his voice is so saturated with fondness it's dripping with it. It's sounds more like a pleased observation than anything else, like dumb might be one of Augustus's best qualities. Augustus kisses the side of his head again.

"How about we play a game? You might be my boyfriend now, but I'm still gonna kick your ass at Smash," he says, attempting to bridge this new development with the way they've always been. Chosen pulls back to look at him, eyebrow raised.

"Not on your life, my love," he says, taking Augustus's hand and pulling him back toward Spencer's bedroom with him. My love, Augustus thinks to himself. That sounds pretty nice.

#sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for my friend this idea ate my frontal lobe #nintendogs #the chosen #augustus st cloud #nintendogs is a nightmare ship name tagging wise #ask answered #prompt filled #smosh fic #mine

[myloveforhergoeson]

Uhh... I'd apologize for the wall of text I just left on your new chapter on AO3, but my mother always told me to never tell a lie. ;)

AHHHHH thank you SO MUCH i know it was so long and so much information to take in but im so so so overjoyed that you enjoyed! thank you for taking some time out of your day to write such a thought out and sweet comment 😭 literally my #1 motivator. us james girlies gotta stick together!!!!!!

i know you left the comment on ao3 but i've got a lot to say back so imma take some bits and pieces and write them out here ehehe

"I'd noticed that James seemed a bit hesitant to talk about his parents. Especially his mother. And I saw Roxy wonder if she was the type of girl you bring home to your parents. But I think for her, everything's going to become clearer at Mother's Day. It's not that James is ashamed or anything. I think it's because he loves her so much and he doesn't want his mother ruining what they have. She is a bit... domineering."

YES UGH roxy just doesn't get it bc she has such a good relationship w her dad and mentioned way way back after she broke up with dak that she thought he was hiding their relationship (which he was... but she's just speculating) so she's just a teensy bit freaked out about james potentially doing the same thing. and it's totally like you said, she just doesn't understand quite yet. from what she knows about the diamond family, she sees james' dad as the problem, not his mom. she's in for a ride lol

"But, seriously, side note for these two: OPEN UP TO EACH OTHER!"

mannn they struggle with that don't they 😭 it's so hard to write! not that i'm a perfect communicator in my own relationships but... yeah i remember being 17 and wanting to share ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about myself so...

"Kendall sure knows how to bribe her, doesn't he? And the cheeky payback with Kendall on the ice is so Kendall. I really love how you touched on Kendall being a prodigy on the ice. And of course he was the Captain. I can see it. And the nicknames too. Sir Rounded. Pretty Boy. Tensie. Sensacional. Please, please, PLEASE have the boys refer to each other by those nicknames at some point. Or even Roxy."

roxy and kendall are like brother and sister to me; of course he knows how to get what he wants from her!! especially when joe jonas is involved... but yes!! they talk big hockey game in the show but we never really get to see it; so i wanted to highlight that just a little bit. go captain go! i really don't know anything about hockey irl but i do know that nicknames are a big thing at least in the american league! did my best. if you ask my friends im equally as terrible at nicknames in real life. and don't you worry roxy is definitely calling james pretty boy at some point in the future (she already did in the rockstar au!) but i'll have to find a way to work in the others. did anyone almost catch that kendall nearly told her logan's real name? hortense... 'tensie... oh god she's going to freak lmao...

"Side note: I love how all the hockey guys are super chill. I actually like that image of them being so aggressive on the ice, but actually be teddy bears in real life. (Something that especially fits Carlos.)"

:)))))))) even though they appear for so little in this chapter the hockey boys mean so much to me. if anyone reads my monthly book reviews... well... you know i love a good hockey romance! they're all themed quite similar - the giant, violent sports machine actually has a soft side... god i'm such a sucker for it! james really isn't like that, at least not in the way his friends are, but i gotta squeeze in some self-indulgence in here and there. i named most of the guys after characters from those books! hawkins comes from nate hawkins (icebreaker by hannah grace) ((i know! you can all boo me later)) callaghan comes from russ callaghan (wildfire by hannah grace) graham comes from garett graham (the deal by elle kennedy) miller comes from rory miller (the fake out by stephanie archer) logan (not that one) comes from john logan (the mistake by elle kennedy) and streicher comes from jamie streicher (behind the net by stephanie archer) PHEW!!!! we love a cameo

"And the way Roxy got tricked by Katie was so... that was just glorious. And the way Roxy freaked out when she realized what was happening was great too. This is making me excited for Big Time Crush. Their conversation at the end was such a great touch. I'm glad Katie has that older sister figure in her life."

katie MASTERMIND strikes again... though if she just asked rox would've taken her anway!!! she was just embarrassed... it's hard for her to talk about her feelings when she's growing up with not one, but FOUR, overprotective older brothers! someone left a comment on my wattpad and said they really loved the roxy/katie interactions and i realized they had like. such little time together so i needed to fix that asap! i don't have an older sister, but i am one, so i tried to channel that energy into that scene hehe

"AH! JO SAID THE L-WORD ABOUT KENDALL! Damn. That episode is gonna be even more heartbreaking now."

>:) sorry. had to! bothered the fuck out of me they never said it in the original show soooo

"And the cat's named Hippocrates?! That is such a Logan thing, though. And I love how Logan and Roxy were able to talk to each other about their respective heartbreaks."

eheheh it took me sooo long to come up with a name for the cat, it was originally einstein but we talked about hippocrates in one of my classes the day i edited the chapter and it just felt more fitting... here is the mister in the garden himself. thanks google!

and yess lord i love writing logan and roxy so so so much. out of all of them (even james!) she's most comfortable talking with him; i accidentally made them really similar personality wise and they just get along so well

"Aw, Carlos got Roxy on an early morning run. AND HE BROUGHT A PUPPY! (Her age doesn't matter - all dogs are puppies to me.) Missy sounds so cute! And the way she led the run is so cool. And I'm with Carlos. Keep Missy away from Lightning. He's such a protective dog dad."

MISSY!!!!! you are so right all dogs are puppies and missy is no exception!!!! i read somewhere a long time ago that dalmatians are natural leaders, so i just let our girl have her moment! my dog can be like that too though; she has her favorite walking paths! as for keeping her away from lighting... i think missy can hold her own :) but yes carlos is such a protective dog dad. that's his baby!!!! and here is missy, thank you once again google

"And seriously? James needed to ask if he could kiss Roxy at midnight? Also... can I live in Roxy's dream house?"

yes!! he's a gentleman!!! they were drinking!!!!!! but rox was def thinking the same thing as you hehe. and she's sooooo funny! miss ma'am gets a few drinks in her and she just starts blabbing and blabbing (just like me fr) for anyone wondering what her biggest fantasy is... she's literally living it idk what to tell you. dream job, living in her dream city, dating the hottest guy ever who is so sweet and attentive to her, and he's FAMOUS? not that james needs to know that she thinks that :) lord knows she's going to love the introduction of one direction in the third season...

lmaooo there you go - an equally as long wall of text i am also not going to apologize for... i was bursting with all this information and just waiting for someone to ask loll. you know me. i can talk about my own silly story for hours and hours and hours-

thank you so much again for reading! i'm so excited for the next chapter of take a shot in the dark!!! and i noticed you put in a new section of your ao3 for kaelyn knight stories? are we getting short stories in the future!? ahhhh!!!!!!

#thats all she wrote fic #ash talks tasw #THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU #i was so worried no one read it bc it was too long #normal length chapters coming after this; no originals for a while i promise #outside of maybe a few short stories on here if i come up with any in the mean time :))))

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 10/10 Smut: 2.5/5

I absolutely adored this book! I was literally laughing out loud at times, that's how funny it was.

Girl moves back home after having shit luck, ends up in a fake relationship with ex-bad boy rebel turned goopy, sexy as fuck dog dad who she thinks fucked her over when they were teenagers, and works out her many issues with her self-esteem. She has to deal with people from her past who despise her, an asshole coach who thinks he's better than everyone, and ugh.. it was just so damn cute. You definitely need to give this a read.

The only downfall I found with this book was the smut. If you're getting hot and heavy, don't say 'boobs'. I cringed so hard. And don't refer to an erection as a 'foot long sub'. The spice was decent, but the wording felt a bit childish at times. Why can't people just say breasts, tits, cock, or dick? There's nothing wrong with those words!

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book:

* “Welcome home, sis! Hope Mom and Dad’s retirement sex doesn’t keep you awake at night.” — 😂

* Man, if I was coaching kids and they insulted me, I’d be making them do sprints until they couldn’t anymore lol.

* Lol she almost gave her entire team heat stroke. Hot track coach to the rescue!

* Teenage girl fight. Oh how I don’t miss high school haha.

* I fucking love Vicky and her rallying the girls into pressuring Marley to prank the boys’ soccer coach 😂

* Goddamn, Jake. You really just strolled up and told Amie Jo you’re dating Marley. That was hot.

* Oh hell. The boys are all dyed red/pink for picture day. Poor Marley lol.

* Jake so totally knew what he was doing when claiming he and Marley were a thing in front of everyone. Now they gotta sign contracts saying they’ll date for the during of the school semester 😂

* What the fuck did Marley do at senior prom? Everyone still hates her for it and they’re all nearing 40. It can’t be that bad, can it?

* Fucking finally! That little twat Lisabeth was getting on my nerves. I’m glad Marley kicked her off the team.

* Yay! The girls are winning games 🤗

* And they gave Marley a makeover!

* Oh no. The dreaded realization that she actually likes Jake just kicked in, as well as the realization that’ she’s grooming him for someone else. Fuck.

* So Jake fucks her once and realizes he’s in love. This is going to be a disaster 😂

* “Foot long sub” — I’m cringing so hard. Why can’t people just say COCK! This book is hilarious, but the sex needs some work.

* Amie Jo landed in donkey shit 🤣 Karma is a bitch. She totally doesn’t deserve Marley’s niceness and advice.

* Lol Marley pushed Coach Vince into the guac. Jesus Christ. This party is a hot mess.

* Lmao. Oh shit. Marley wrecked homecoming when she was a teen 😂 but it was well deserved.

* Oh my god. I love Marley’s mom! She just beaned asshole coach Vince with chicken corn soup 🤣🤣🤣

* Yay! The girls won the homecoming game 🥰

* Oh no. Jake never asked Marley to homecoming as a teen, did he? It was all part of Amie Jo’s bullshit.

* And goddammit! Why can’t Marley just want to stay in Culpepper?! Jake is in love with her and she in love with him. Just admit it already!

* HE ASKED HER TO STAY!!!!

* And she broke up with him 😩

* She’s leaving. She’s gonna leave. Even after Jake asked her to stay and she was offered the teaching position.. and then the “sorry we let you down” card the girls gave her. I’m not crying, you are!

* I’m loving that Marley is finally clued in to how unhappy her sister and Amie Jo truly are. And I’m loving that Amie Jo is having this heart to heart with her. Make her see reason and get back together with Jake!

* Lmao they fell out of the tree 🤣

* And NOW SHES APOLOGIZING TO JAKE! SHE WANTS TO STAY 😭

* Wait.. did they end up fostering Libby?! Oh my god. I can’t handle this.

* And now they plan to adopt her 😭😭😭 She said yes!

* They got married. I’m so happy.

#rock bottom girl #lucy score #book review #marley cicero #jake weston #booktok review

[atherix]

OH MY GOD OK CH 14 AND 15 ADLGKAFGLKA

@ Everyone else prepare yourselves. I have seen the future. It is bleak.

Anyway oh my god Im so glad we get to see this side of the day tubbo makes a fairy ring but dglkadg him being showered w gifts as a new fae prince????????/ im in love. I still love the fae king even if he's an ass and mildly antagonistic. He's great and I love him. Im so happy Tubbo is being showered even if like. they are fae gifts. and they carry certain connotations. but also 'never trust something offered by the fae' well i guess tubbo should never accept anything ever from his dad and grian and mumbo should never accept anything from scar ever. Mumbo's been screwed from the start given he buys from scar. lmao

ALSO THE FACT THAT TUBBO IS GONNA HAVE TO DEBUT IS FLGKADFGKFDKLFDK I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT IT YES. MANY FEELING. SCREAMING. FEELING SCREAMING IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!1

The fact that both of them are like "ugh i have to learn/relearn fae culture [also ugh i have to teach my boyfriends about fae culture cause now they gotta do stuff too] is incredible. 'tubbo did this incredible thing, saved all of them, and now they're being grumpy about history' is exactly where I anticipated this going tbh.

AND THEN TUBBO TEASING SCAR ABOUT FINALLY BEING W GRIAN AND MUMBO IS GDALKDSGAFDF GOD I LOVE THIS KID!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the fact that scar hasnt known grian quite long enough to be able to guess his intentions yet also is incredible bc likegrian inherently knows everyone so well bc of that whole being able to read people like an open book and i love it. so much. you daft elf.

oh my god and tubbo offer to help w relationship advice is too funny oh my god. their such a good family. I love them.

also I cant wait for scar to show his possessive side w grian and mumbo bc i will melt. melting will occur.

GOD AND THEN!!! TUBBO PROPERLY DECIDING TO LEAVE??????????/ GO ON HIS OWN?????????/ SDFAKJLSDF GOD I AM SO NERVOUS FOR THE KID. I FEEL LIKE AN AUNT OR SOMETHING!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

And scar trying to indicate how proud he is for his son while also clearly being nervous about his son leaving but also like. letting him leave bc hes an adult and hes gotta leave eventualy but like does he have to leave to go do that and dlagkdf

also the ambroia as mana is such a cool concept I am 👀 I love it so much!!!! ahhhhhh

god and then scar getting to talk about his dad without really saying much about it - all too familiar w that because like my parents think its rude to really talk about my grandparents so they never really tell me anything about them but sldgkasdf i, like tubbo, wanna knooooooooooooooow. And its the whole like torn between wanting to ask and not wanting to upset your parent SDALGKAD

God i just love this family so much dlkgasdf

HJFSHJFS <3

How dare you use your friend privileges to warn the innocent, unsuspecting readers to the absolute pain wonderful future I shall be bringing them <3

Yesssss I really wanted to share the aftermath of Summers <3 HAHA YESS in the original document the Fae King actually called him Prince but I don't think I did that in the final version BUT hjfdsjk LMAO to be FAAIIIRRR Scar isn't gonna be putting any spells or charms on anyone <3 Though it's dangerous enough that they eat the food he makes, if Scar wanted to he could 1000% make it so that Natural foods will be nothing more than ash in their mouths <3 As Scar said things of Fae are naturally tempting and alluring......... and the natural state of the Fae Realm is magic-

HAHAHA YEAH but I wonder if he will ever get to debut hm :) BUT YEAH LMAO they just like "oh noooo formal eveeeents noooooo" and just hjgfjkgfdkj Grian will enjoy seeing Scar all dressed up for them tho you know 1000% Grian will want to see Scar wearing his crown headpiece thing just so he can coyly toss it aside hfgdkjfd

LMAO yess it be like Scar: *blushes once because of Grian's mere presence* Grian: OH he wants me Grian: *literally stroking Scar's hair after being told how touching an Elf's hair is intimate* Scar, internally: He doesn't know what that means he doesn't know he doesn't know- Like Scar honey sweetie I know you're soaking up that Nile sun but c'mon-

LMAO a child offering his advice to his dad, Scar would NEVER, and neither would Tubbo except when he shovel talks them LMAO

Yessss it's gonna be great. I'm looking forward to it >:3 What's so funny about it tho is that while Scar is absolutely 100% possessive and gets all >:| he is still a bit too oblivious/blind to flirting to realize when he's in a situation that's going to set off THEIR possessive/jealous sides hjfsdk- But man lemme tell ya, KNOWINGLY making a move on a Fae's partners? haha I imagine that won't go well :) He'll forgive strike one but strike two hm hm-

HJFSJKDSHJS HE'S LEAVING THE NEST AND NO ONE IS READY FOR IT LEAST OF ALL US </3 HAHA YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE NERVOUS <3 >:)

jfgdklgfdlk yesss Scar is so proud of who his son has become and knows he gotta go out there and find himself one day but itjkfds it feels too soooon and why does he have to go so faaaaar </3 But it is a parent's role in life to let their children go one day </3 But he'll always be there for him no matter what....... waiting for him to come home....................... :)

I remembers ars magica recently and the random pools of mana and was like "god it'd be cool if that was a thing" and then went "wait the Fae Realm is a nearly unexplored world made of magic I can do what I want" but ofc I've established already that magic comes from a component of the soul so mana isn't a thing but AMBROSIA, "food for the gods," something made of magic and able to be used in food, medicine, as magic boosts... and also with another, subtler purpose that I shall not explain <3

YEAH I don't talk about my bio mom to anyone so honestly Scar is a few steps ahead of me at least but still- it's hard for him bc of things I will expand on in the future </3 And YEAH Tubbo is curious and wants to know but how can he ask when Scar is looking at him like THAT please-

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH TOO I must hold them gently in my hands and cry <3<3<3 And the family will only grow amidst the chaos-

#Ask #Midnight Series #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian

[sexysilverstrider]

I did not realize I sent that ask to a Leaf fan blog, you're just one of my most frequently found mutuals if that one time I liked and reblogged 300 posts from you is anything before getting jumpscared by you and learning you weren't a fancy named bot and also active. Anyways. You GET my vision, don't you. Look at how sassy Leaf is in Pokemas, look at how many character traits you can pull from Evolutions (if you are a greenleaf truther) even if not...Trace calls her big sis in the japanese version and cross-canon counterpart Pokespe Blue and Silver are chosen siblings.....let a girl have relationships and a life with people that isn't dragging Reguri to a diner to hype romance before shashaying out is all I'm thinking. Have you read "The Ash Connection?" It may be an acquired taste to some people but gosh I'm always shaking the screen over Lance and Leaf's relationship there like UGHHH. Mentor-Mentee relationships I tell you. Agatha telling him that if he makes an exception for one, then he has to for all after learning how some kids fall into Team Rocket and all the messy stuff there and Lance, gruff as he is, still caring sm, and being shooketh when he meets kid Leaf and her words reflect a rocket grunt's situation sm, and taking her as a student and owjihsnj her being so smol in his giant chair and reading big books and telling Steven she's a g-men agent too and him being all?? yo?? when did we induct pre-teens here?? you're literally 10? and Lance going "just turned 11 actually" and Steven being like...that is not helping your argument. they are SO silly pls, PLSSS. and even though im OOF at Silver and Leaf not getting along they are still fun because whoop whoop they ran into each other at Lake Rage where Silver had his "btw G-Men guy you might wanna watch the lake" and then dipped from TR to run away moment while ALSO going "oh I see. so the G-Men also take kids in like TR" moment which causes a "oh that kid was YOU" realization years later and a fight of "when you ran away from TR, you feared for your life. I'm fearing for my happiness" bc Leaf getting dragged along with Ash Shenanigans and straying from the plan means Lance may be TICKED with her and kick her out and cue lots of insecure "oh. he deactivated my card. im fired fr..." and Lance going "actually no, I did that to protect your identity in case we had a data breach. which we did." and his Serious Walk Talk about how "*insert lots of names* would be if so and so didn't step in"* and that's why he kept her and mild 😅 over how "in some ways, you are like me" but also be better. and then the symbolism of her backing away until she stood at the tip of his shadow. and also just how much Lance keeps reading into her schemes and actions and Leaf being annoyed by it but also when she finally gets a sneaky ;) "I did wonder if he ~ could ~ call a draw. checkmate I win ;D" to drop the pieces so the Indigo title gets split in half. like THAT IS MY LEAF. also when Unova Guy Dad told Lance "is she your student or your child" and "do not make the same mistake as I did with you" like HELLO??? and Lance on the plane learning she got hurt and just leaning an arm against the plane and all the Champions in the room are like "yo?? that's sm emotion from him..." meanwhile fandom is like "god forbid women be complex, or let teenage girls have confusing feelings to work through and be children" I gotta do everything myself around here le sigh. and that wonderful OP who wrote that fic of course. sorry I dunno if you'll even read all this but I had to blab.

we can write a wholeass essay in asks now?????

#anon i was out the whole day yesterday #and i slept half a day today #and when i saw this i only cupped my mouth #ask #anon

[certifiedjaeger]

Imagine - How they'd be when you're pregnant

Characters: Eren, Reiner, Porco, Levi

Warnings: Pregnancy, labor/birth (nothing graphic), slight breeding kink

Notes: This is a sort of part 2 to this imagine and was requested by this anon <3 Although, you don't need to read the other imagine before this one, you can just dive right into this one if you want ♡

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Eren:

When you get pregnant, Eren is beyond excited <3

He had been working on some stuff for his job from home when you had snuck up behind him and put the pregnancy test in front of his face

His body had stilled and it had taken him a second to process what he was actually looking at, and the fact that, yes, it was a positive pregnancy test

He had whipped his head around and looked up at you with pleading eyes, uttering a small, desperate, "really?"

When you had smiled and told him "yes, really", he was out of his chair so fast, enveloping you in the biggest hug

He had actually picked you up right off the ground and swung you around, hugging you tightly to his chest and not daring to let go for even a second

Let's just say he was over the moon <3

I feel like throughout the pregnancy, he would be very protective, as well as a bit nervous/worried

He'd have some nerves concerning how confident he is that he'd be a good dad, but he would try to keep his worrying to a minimum and would definitely keep them secret from you (he'd always want to seem confident and excited when around you so as to not put any stress on you or have you worry about him)

In terms of taking care of you, he would be so nurturing oh my god

If you were ever sick in the mornings, he'd be right there beside you, holding your hair out of the way and rubbing your back gently

He'd constantly be doing things for you (even if you insist, he's still like.... "no, babe, go lay down, I'll fold the laundry")

I also already wrote about this here BUT he'd have a nightly ritual with you where he'd rub lotion on your body for you and would talk to your lil baby while soothingly rubbing your big ol' belly (he's so cute omg)

When it comes to his preparations for becoming a parent, I feel like he wouldn't go too overboard

If you suggest taking classes together, of course he'll go with you

And if you ask him to read books together on childrearing, of course he will

But he doesn't really feel the need to prepare too heavily, a part of him feels that when the baby comes, he'll just know what to do

There's still a part of him that worries, but there's an even bigger part of him that tells him he'll be just fine. He knows that he's going to do anything and everything in his power to give his wife and his child an amazing life, so he feels very confident in the fact that he's not going to let either of you down

It's not so much a cocky attitude that he has... it's more like this is his one purpose in life to make sure that you both are happy, so he swears that he's going to be an amazing father and husband, there simply is no other option for him

And he really is such a good husband/daddy-to-be <3

He takes you to every doctor's visit, calms your nerves when you feel jittery about being a mom, and he even talks to your baby as though they're already here

He's so funny and weird I swear to god he'll come in the room and be like "hi, baby!" and you'll think he's talking to you so you say "hi, honey" and lean up, getting ready for him to kiss you only to have him bend down and kiss your tummy instead and start talking to them like, "daddy missed you, how was your day?? I hope you're comfy in there, I can't wait to see you, etc."

You'll literally stand there, with his face against your tummy like......did this bitch really just do that

But it's too cute that you can't really complain about it

When you two are out in public, he goes into Super Protective Mode™

Like he will literally not leave your side for a second

He's always been overprotective/a bit possessive because in his mind, he's thinking, "I gotta protect my hot wife from all the creeps of the world, I have to keep her safe in my arms"

But now that you're carrying his precious lil angel in your tummy, he goes even more overboard

Literally god help anyone who even dares to brush up against you on the street

There was actually one time that somebody was rushing and lightly bumped into you and he nearly blacked out from rage (you ended up having to pull him away and leave the store that you guys were in)

Just based off of how protective he is over your baby (who isn't even born yet), you know he'll be a great dad <3

When it comes to sex, he'll feel a little uncomfortable about it (he says it feels wrong when your baby is "literally like.... right there watching" and you look at him dumbfounded like, "eren, what are you talking about")

But let's face it, the guy likes to have sex..... (how do you think you ended up like this in the first place, hello) so sometimes, his urges get the best of him and you're like YES FINALLY lets do this!!! but then he'll lay you down and ends up going like super slow and you're like oh....okay....

But he won't risk hurting the baby, so even if he misses fast, rough sex, he won't ever put you or the baby in any danger, so he always goes super slow and is always really soft <3 you actually end up loving it, because the slow kisses, tender touches, and eye contact really make you feel closer to him and it's just ah <3

(However, when you're really pregnant... absolutely no sex is to be had, he refuses - He won't risk anything happening to his little one)

When it comes to preparations for the birth, again, he doesn't go too overboard (although, he does know the route to the hospital and he does pack your bag for you)

You'll probably be the one more worried, which is where he comes in to soothe your nerves

He'll rub your back while softly saying, "Baby, it's okay... We have a plan, I know how to get to the hospital, and I've already packed everything we need, it'll be fine, I promise" <3

He always helps to calm you down and you can always exhale a breath of relief after you talk to him

During labor, he'd probably be taken aback by how intense the whole situation is and would feel horrible that you're in a ton of pain

But he promised himself that he'd be an amazing husband/father, so he does everything in his power to help you and support you during this moment

He lets you squeeze his hand as hard as you want and whispers sweet words of encouragement to you, telling you how amazing you're doing and how strong you are

When your baby's finally out, he feels as though the whole world sort of just stops for a second as he stares at them with the softest expression on his face <3

Everything stills around him and all that fills his mind is how much love he has for his little one

When the nurse puts your baby in your arms, you're crying tears of happiness/relief and he's just staring in awe, looking at the love of his life holding his child, the child that you both made together 🥺

It's the happiest he's ever been and he swears nothing will ever be able to top this moment for the rest of his life

Ahhh eren let me have your kids please and thank you <3

Reiner:

When you tell Reiner that you're pregnant, I feel that (more than anything) he'd be shocked

Like yes, Reiner... that's what happens when two people have sex... lmao

He'd be so surprised though and at first when you tell him, his eyes would get really big and he would sort of just stare at you without saying anything and you'd start to get nervous

But then eventually the shock would ease into happiness and he wouldn't have a super over the top reaction like Eren, but he definitely would pull you into his arms and place a kiss on the top of your head, not really knowing what to say but still needing to show you how happy he is nevertheless

I think he'd be much more nervous than Eren, I think he'd be doubting himself a lot

But you'd be right there to reassure him that he's going to be a great father <3

And with you being so kind and comforting, he'd feel guilty for having burdened you at all with his worries and would instantly snap out of it and would instead be solely focused on making sure that you're the one feeling comforted during this time

He'd be a good little husband/soon-to-be-dad

He'd (nervously) read every book there is on the topic of parenting and would attend every class he possibly can (even some without you and without your knowledge) - He just wants to be as prepared as possible for this new role he'll be stepping into

He also, like Eren, wouldn't want you to overwork yourself and would take on a lot of the normal responsibilities you two do together (chores, grocery shopping, etc.)

He just wants you to be safe and well-rested during this time

During doctor's visits, he'd be listening intently to every word the doctor says, making sure that it's all good news and feeling instant relief when it is

Honestly, he has a hard time feeling how real this all is until he sees his lil baby during the first ultrasound

When he sees his little one and hears the heartbeat for the first time, he sort of just gasps and stares with shock in his eyes, realizing fully for the first time that... his baby... is inside of you, that they're real and going to have him as their father - He goes home that day with a new outlook on life and a content, peaceful smile to accompany it

When it comes to sex (awooga), I feel that he's always been a fairly soft lover, so I feel not much would change in that department

He'd be more careful to make sure that he's not resting weirdly on your stomach or anything and would always check to make sure that you're comfortable, but other than that, I feel sex would be relatively the same for the both of you

(He does, you notice, give you more kisses though <3)

When you're out in public, he's also pretty protective !

He loves to put his arm around your waist while you're out (a sense of pride washes over him whenever he sees others looking at you two; he places his arm around you as his way of telling them "yes, this is my wife... yes, that is my baby inside of her... no, you won't be getting near either of them)

Soft, Protective Daddy Reiner™ makes me 🤤🤤🤤

Something tells me that how he handles weird pregnancy-related things (like mood swings, strange food cravings, etc.) would be really funny

Like you'd ask him to get pickles and whipped cream at the store and he'll ask you "why?" and when you tell him that "it sounds yummy", he'll kind of just give you... a Look.... like a really weird look...but he'll be a good little husband and won't question it, instead he'll just do literally whatever you ask of him

Same goes for if you're really emotional over something strange (like, you start sobbing over the fact that you dropped your pickle with whipped cream on the floor), he'll give you that Look again, not really understanding what was going on... but again... he won't question it, he will simply wrap you in his arms, tell you that everything's okay, clean up the mess, and then make you another one of your nasty concoctions

He's a bit of a himbo is what I'm trying to say lmao he won't always understand your behavior, but he'll always support you and go along with it <3

When it comes to preparing for the birth, the man is a bit of a nervous wreck (although, he tries to hide it from you)

He secretly goes out while you're napping to drive the route to the hospital, just wanting to make sure that he's got it down (even though he's done it a dozen times now... like SIR, you know the route, calm down)

The stuff you plan on taking to the hospital with you is already packed and by the door (he checks it everyday though to make sure that everything is in there)

When your water breaks, he like... can't comprehend it... he spent all that time preparing and now it's finally go time and he just..... stares.... like, this man's mind is BLANK

Until you call his name and he snaps out of it, instantly going into Daddy Reiner mode... he's like "wait okay I know what to do, I've got this... grab bag, help you into the car, drive to the hospital...I've got this..." and once he calms his mind, he's good to go

During labor, he's a bit like Eren - He feels bad about how much pain you're in and having been the one to cause it

But when he finally hears the small cries of his little one and sees their face for the first time, he just.... melts

His body sort of gives out and he just slowly slumps down into the chair he had been standing near

He swears he's never seen anything more perfect in his life... how tiny, how soft, how beautiful - He honestly can't handle it

And it all just sort of makes sense now, everything falls into place for him and he just... understands now

In his mind he's like, "This is what I'm meant to be doing, this is who I'm meant to be... your father"

And I just- 😭😭😭

He'd be so sweet and soft and I feel like i'm losing my mind thinking about it a lil bit

Porco:

This man...okay, let me tell you... THIS MAN......has the world's biggest breeding kink

SO.............

When you two finally decide that you want children and that you're going to try and conceive..... he gets the job done on the first try (porco, do me next omg)

You would literally be pregnant immediately (he would have filled you up so many times that first night, literally laying on top of you and staying inside of you to keep all of his cum inside omg i'm actually foaming at the mouth just thinking about it)

Anyways....back to our regularly scheduled programming... 😅 sorry about that, folks

So, when you eventually come up to him with a positive pregnancy test, he gives you the biggest and brightest smile you think you've ever seen on him

He immediately grabs your face and kisses you, holding your body tightly to his

He'll give your ass a little slap and excitedly yell out, "fuck YES" just because he's so happy

(A part of him feels really cocky for having gotten you pregnant so quickly, he's already feeling himself become addicted to this feeling and can't wait to put another one in you - Lord help you, this man is prepared to fuck a whole minivan worth of children into you)

I feel that, out of everyone, he is the least worried and the most excited

Like, he's around kids all the time, since his family is huge and he's always been surrounded by younger cousins and whatnot, so taking care of children doesn't worry him in the slightest

He is only excited <3 he holds other people's children in his arms all the time, so he literally can't wait to hold his own little one in his arms, he knows it'll be worth the wait (yes, he is also very impatient and can't be bothered to wait 9 months, he wants his baby NOW)

He's the type that swears he doesn't need to take classes or read up on childrearing... simply because... he knows everything

But if you insist, he'll tag along to any class you want to go to (although, he may roll his eyes in classes since he swears he knows more than the instructor)

You actually think it's fairly funny and start to force him to go to these types of things, not because you think he needs the extra help, but because his reactions are always so funny

You once made him go to pregnancy yoga with you and let's just say, he is not very flexible and he is definitely not the yoga type 😭

He prefers other forms of shared physical activity... <3

So yes, he still has sex with you... like a lot

He swears it's good for you and that it'll help to destress you.... aw, how considerate 💀

But it actually does... and it actually feels really nice to have these little moments of intimacy with him

He's not as ridiculously gentle with you as the others - He definitely isn't rough with you, but he knows that you're not some fragile little thing that'll break either, so sex for you two would for the most part continue normally, although he does ease up a bit (especially when you're in your later months, he would actually be very gentle - He knows that's not the time to fuck around and he definitely wouldn't risk hurting you or the baby)

His favorite (!!!) is seeing you on top of him... He likes to tease you a bit, saying "What's the matter, baby? You need some help?" and then he'd place his hands on your hips, helping you to slide up and down on his cock, ah I love him <3

He'd listen to your little whimpers, his mind already thinking about how he's gonna fuck another baby into you after you have your little one (like calm down, cowboy geez omg)

Okay moving on (sorry, something about porco/dad/breeding kink makes me go feral <3)

I feel like during doctor's visits, Porco would just feel so proud of you

Like, he'd hear praise from your doctor about how healthy the baby is and on the inside he'd just be like, "fuck yes, that's my girl!!" like he'd just be so happy and proud of you for doing everything in your power to make sure that your little one is okay and healthy

It sometimes makes him really emotional to think about what it's going to be like to see you hold his little one in your arms for the first time... like, he just knows you're going to be an amazing mom and can't wait to be able to witness it himself <3

I feel like Porco's the type to talk to his baby, right? We're all in agreement here... right?

He needs his special Daddy/Baby Time™ where he gets to bond with "his little angel" and talk to them about whatever his heart desires

And please, he'd be so excited to tell his family when you're pregnant!!!

And they would all be so happy!! You'd have aunts checking up on you and you'd have his mom taking you to spa days. His nonna would consistently make your favorite dish for Sunday dinner and his younger cousins would always take their turns coming up to you and touching your belly - You'd feel so much love come from all of them aw <3

And they'd all be so protective over you, too oh my god they're like "she's carrying the next baby galliard, she must be protected at all costs" it's actually so sweet I want to cry

But more than anyone, Porco is the MOST protective

You're his girl and you're carrying his baby, and he'd go absolutely ballistic if anyone did anything to upset you, put you in a bad mood, hurt you, put you in danger, etc.

Like, he doesn't get into Papa Bear Mode™, he stays in Papa Bear Mode™

As far as he's concerned, he's the only one allowed to tease you or be a lil rough with you, so if anyone even dares to so much as make a small joke at your expense, he might actually put them 6 feet underground....like he's not messing around

I also feel like Porco would insist on him doing many of the chores (like the other boys, they're all good househusbands <3), he just simply wants you to rest during this time

He thinks that the only physical activity you should be doing is the kind that involves him (*wink wink*), so he'd prefer if you let him handle most of the chores/responsibilities

When it comes to mood swings, I feel like if you snapped at him, he'd wouldn't be as much of a pushover as Reiner (sorry Reiner lol)

If you snapped at him (in an uncalled for manner), he'd raise his eyebrows at you and be quiet until you stopped, before then saying, "are you done?"

This results in either you growing even more angry at him or you crying (from feeling guilty/like a bad wife)

And both of those reactions will always result in the same reaction from him: he'll come up to you and wrap you in his arms, holding you gently to his chest

If you're mad, you'll eventually calm down, feeling the soothing effects of his warmth take over and if you're crying, the same will pretty much happen (except it'll be accompanied by you saying "i'm sorry" over and over again)

He'll let you feel all of these big emotions, but won't let you go through them alone (he most certainly won't be your punching bag either though, make no mistake) - He'll always be there to calm you down and comfort you though <3

He knows it must be difficult to deal with hormones and whatnot, so more than anything, he just doesn't want you to feel alone when you're feeling down

When it comes to preparing for the birth, he isn't the type to be worried

He's ready to be the calm anchor you need when the time comes and he's ready to reassure you through all of it that everything's going to be okay (even if he isn't calm on the inside and is beyond excited to meet his little one)

During labor, he's a natural (he's been present for other births, so he knows what to expect and knows exactly what to do)

He helps you with your breathing and encourages you when you feel like you're not strong enough to keep pushing

No matter how hard you squeeze his hand or yell, he's right there giving you smiles and light kisses on your forehead, whispering in your ear how "you're doing so good, baby"

When your baby is finally safely out and resting in your arms, it's everything he'd ever dreamed of

To see you, holding his little one so gently in your arms, well... it actually makes his eyes water

But when your baby grasps onto his finger with their tiny hand, well that just breaks his heart... just shatters it into a million pieces

He knows from that point on he's a goner, his whole life will be spent trying to make this little human the happiest person that's ever existed, he's ready and prepared to give them anything their heart desires

And before either of you know it, he's right in your ear whispering, "I can't wait to have another one"

I will have 10 of your babies, porco PLEASE <3 just give me a chance

Levi:

I feel that his reaction toward finding out that you're pregnant would be the most reserved out of all the guys

However, that doesn't mean that he's not completely over the moon about having a baby with you, because trust me, he is beyond happy (he's just a lil shocked is all)

When you told him, he probably raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes a bit, shocked at what had just come out of your mouth

And when you immediately hugged him, ecstatic over the fact that you were both going to be parents, he probably stood there for a second—still too shocked to move—before then softening, and wrapping his arms around your body with a little smile gracing his face

He'd go through a small period of feeling insecure/worried about being a father and would wonder if he was even good enough to be somebody's dad (he definitely would not tell you about these negative thoughts he's been having, though)

But you would be able to tell that something was up with him and that he was probably secretly doubting himself, which is why you'd often reassure him and comfort him

You'd always say little things like, "you're going to be such a good dad" or "our baby is going to be so lucky to have you as their father" and over time he'd begin to believe your words and would feel more confident in himself

Your words of praise also helped to light a fire under his ass

He realized that he should stop feeling sorry for and doubting himself and just do what needs to be done in order to be the parent your child deserves

So from that point on he jumps into Dad™ mode pretty quickly and decides that he's going to do whatever it takes to give your little one the best life he possibly can

He's the type that—while you're pregnant—won't let you do a single thing - He's probably the most strict out of all the guys about this

You are not cleaning. You are not cooking. You are not running errands. Because he will be doing all of that, thank you very much

Even if you insist, he won't let you. Like, he simply won't let you lol

He cares so much about you and the health of your baby that he can get a little overboard, but you know he means well and that his behavior only comes from a need to have you both safe, so you don't mind all that much (you actually think that it's really cute how protective he is)

He's the one planning/scheduling all of the doctor's visits and keeping track of everything, it almost feels like he's the one who's pregnant lmao he's ridiculous i love him

When it comes to preparing to be a parent, you'll often find him reading books on childrearing (in the morning while he's having his tea and at night in bed while he strokes your belly; why is this visual so cute omg)

I feel like he'll talk to the baby but only when you're asleep

It won't be about random shit like Eren and Porco (istg those two.....), it'll be more like little promises he makes to them about how he's going to give them a good life and always love them no matter what

It's a little nightly ritual for him to hold you until you're fast asleep, and then whisper little promises to your baby, only to then fall asleep beside you, hugging your body close to his while his hand rests protectively over your belly

When it comes to sex, I honestly don't think he'd be all that interested in having sex while you're pregnant

At first, you thought it might be because he lost interest or wasn't attracted to you anymore (which resulted in a total breakdown on your end with sobbing and wailing, the whole works - yikes)

And when you had told him how you felt, he was horrified, because... how could that ever be true?

He reassured you that that was not the case, and that he simply didn't want to hurt the baby or you while you were pregnant

When it comes to being out in public, he's definitely the protective type !

He won't act a fool (like some guys we know... *ahem* eren & porco...), but he will make it known to everyone in the vicinity to steer clear from you

You'll be your normal happy self, humming along to the song playing on the speakers as you wait in line with him at the coffee shop, and then he will be right beside you...... placing his arm possessively around your waist and glaring at anyone who even dares to look your way (lol I love him <3)

I feel like he always has his hand on your lower back when you two are walking together

It's a protective thing, but it's also to help support you as you walk around with your big ol' belly (basically, he's ready to catch you if you so much as trip on a tiny rock)

If you have weird cravings or want something like cheese in a can, he'll straight up be like.... "You're not eating that"

And when you inevitably start to whine, he'll let out a sigh and say, "Let me make you something, angel. I'll cook you whatever you want, but you're not having that."

By the time it's ready to start preparing for the birth, he'll already be prepared

He knows exactly what to do and is ready to jump into action at any time

All he cares about... literally all he cares about.... is keeping you safe during this time

He's had so many unfortunate things happen to him in his life that he now has this irrational fear that something's going to happen to you or the baby

It's the one thing he's most terrified of

So he does everything in his power to ensure both of your safety (hence why he goes a little overboard)

During labor, he wouldn't show any signs of being nervous, he'd solely be focused on helping you and making sure that you and your little one are healthy and okay by the end of it

He feels so proud of you when he sees how strong you are throughout the birth

He chuckles at himself a bit, having treated you as this fragile, breakable thing this whole time, when here you were... experiencing one of the most painful and challenging things a human can go through and handling it extremely well

Not to say that you weren't in pain or screaming, but hey, you were handling it pretty well, all things considered - Levi just remembers feeling amazed and thinking "Look how strong my girl is"

When the baby finally comes and he lays his eyes on them for the first time, a soft, yearning look overcomes his face and he finally feels relief

They're here, he thinks to himself... They're finally here and you're both okay.

He can't help the smile that takes over his face as he stares down at you holding your baby to your chest

And as he stares into the eyes of his newborn, he knows that he intends to keep every single promise he had made to them these past nine months

Levi is so sweet :( he deserves nothing but peace and happiness ahhh <3

#eren jaeger #eren yeager #reiner braun #porco galliard #levi ackerman #captain levi #eren jaeger imagine #reiner braun imagine #porco galliard imagine #levi ackerman imagine #aot imagine #attack on titan imagine #eren jaeger headcanons #reiner braun headcanons #porco galliard headcanons #levi ackerman headcanons #eren yeager imagine #eren yeager headcanons #eren yeager hcs #eren jaeger hcs #reiner braun hcs #porco galliard hcs #levi ackerman hcs #aot fluff #attack on titan fluff #my writing

[luciferscoffeemachine]

Meeting GN!MC’s parents

—

This HC sponsored by my mom’s reaction to demon anime boy otome game

Lucifer

“Mom, this is my friend that I’ve been talking about! Please don’t try to exorcise him.”

Cue eyebrow raise

He’s one of the most well mannered of the brothers, so at least he has that going for him

However, that will not stop your mother from clutching a bottle of holy water and staring threateningly at Lucifer, the Morning Star, avatar of Pride

It’s almost entertaining to him that she’d threaten him. She’s got guts, he’ll give her that

Surprisingly, dinnertime conversation is almost salvageable

“Listen young man-” “mom please” “No! Lucifer, you may be very powerful, but my MC is the most important thing in the world to me and if you hurt them you’ll regret it”

“…Yes Ma’am.”

Get him telling stories about his brothers and they might actually get along!

“I’m surprised she was this calm about you. When I came home the first time she was burning sage and had a priest try to drive any possession out of me”

She what MC

—

Mammon

“Listen I love you but if you ruin this for us Mom’s gonna try to purge me of demons again and Dad’s gonna help so please behave.”

He’s so intimidated

If your dad keeps glaring at him he’s going to cry please save your man MC

You bring up that he’s a model and your mom starts sharing stories about when she used to model for a small company

They’re…actually getting along?

“Oh my god, and then they told me I needed to lose 30 pounds and I was already down to just 140–” “They tell me that all the time! ‘Mammon, ya can’t drink water for a day so your muscles are more defined,’ ‘Mammon, ya gotta take up smokin to stay thin—” “Ooh that reminds me of when—”

Your father is staring into your eyes and silently begging for mercy but you will not help him

Your mom now loves Mammon and is willing to help get him jobs in the human realm as well as in the Devildom

Your dad is melting into his chair

Don’t help him this is really funny

—

Leviathan

God please help him

It took so much to convince him to even come meet your parents MC why do they have to be religious

Your dad has wikipedia pulled up and is asking poor Levi on everything on there while Levi tries not to start shaking and crying

“Honey, stop quizzing the boy, you’re ruining dinner. What do you like to do for fun, Leviathan? MC mentioned you like anime! Have you watched sailor moon before? :)”

Mom no

Your mother and Levi are now frantically infodumping to each other while you and your dad listen

“Oh weren’t those two cousins? I never understood their dynamic.” “[deep breath] WELL—”

At least they’re having fun

POV your mother is explaining advanced government tech to a literal demon while your dad is outside on the phone

“So Leviathan as in the kid who made the fortnite song?” “MOM NO—”

Satan

It took so much bribing to even get your parents to let him near your house

To his credit, he’s being very polite

Until your dad brings up literature

Oh no

Oh god why is it getting political

Why is Satan bringing up the political importance of early 20th century gay literature in modern politics what the fuck is going on

You Have Given Up

Your dad brought up the book Atlas Shrugged and now your mom is on Satan’s side

By the end of dinner your mother has added at least 20 new books to a list of things to read and your father has grown a burning hatred for this man

You probably get kicked out just so that your parents don’t start a massive fight over this

Whoops

—

Asmodeus

You are going to get kicked out

“Is he…uh…y’know…” “mom he’s the avatar of lust I don’t think that really applies” “avatar as in airbender?” “Mom”

Your parents, to no surprise, Do Not Like Him

However, somehow he’s gotten your dad talking about playing gay chicken with military boys and honestly you’re living rn

You really never knew how much gay shit he had done before today so dinner has really been a learning experience for everyone

Your dad is too absorbed in reliving gay chicken memories to care about dinner

What the fuck is going on

He definitely gets kicked out of the house but there’s a nice ice cream shop a few minutes away so you two end up going there and having a great time

—

Beelzebub

You’re at a buffet and he keeps getting up to get more oh god you’re gonna get kicked out

Funnily enough everyone is hyped about it because someone’s finally getting their money’s worth out of that buffet

“So does he always eat like this?” “Yeah he can’t help it he’s just built different”

Your dad is at least very impressed by how built he is

Don’t let him admit to being a cannibal don’t fucking do it please MC we’re counting on you

He’s super soft and nice as always so they have a very good impression of him

You all get kicked out

But it was funny

—

Belphelgor

“Do not bring up the time you killed me they’ll beat you to death” “:/”

Belphie please stay awake for dinner

You may or may not have given him a few 5 hour energies to keep him awake through the whole visit

He’s not really awake enough to make a bad impression

Well they’re getting along so that’s good I guess

As soon as you leave Belphie just passes out in your arms so you have to carry him home

—

Lord Diavolo

Congrats! The (future) king of hell has imprinted on your dad and now has a new father figure!

unless you like dad jokes, the amount of dad jokes at the table are going to make you pass away

They’re having such a great time

Ok you assumed this would be bad but they’re actually getting along great this is incredible

If your parents refer to Diavolo as a future son in law or son or whatever he’ll start crying tears of joy

This is like watching a baby kitten being accepted by new parents

Well I guess he’s family now

—

Barbatos

They are beyond impressed with his manners

This is not his house why is he treating them like the guests??

Probably the best demon to ease people into the fact that you’re. Yknow. Living in actual hell the Devildom

He mentions an incident where he had to save Diavolo from some ill intentioned demons and your mother immediately begins sharing how she almost became a bodyguard for royalty once

Very cursed vibes in this Chili’s tonight

Solomon

“AS IN THE KING?? IN THE BIBLE????”

Your dad’s made a cradle snatcher joke at least 7 times within the first 15 minutes of meeting him

His sus vibes are Not Helping

Honestly you probably should have brought Barbatos with you this was a horrible idea

“I don’t mind if you two get together, just don’t cut the baby in half.” “DAD—”

It seems your dad’s a comedian now

Things are going to go horribly but in a really funny way so it was pretty much worth it

Simeon (plus guest of honor Luke)

He brings Luke because he’s not comfortable leaving him unsupervised

He’s super kind, and also an angel, so he makes what’s probably the best possible impression

Luke is messing around in the kitchen and around the house while you’re all vibing

Your parents have pretty much welcomed Luke (and Simeon I guess) into the family at the end of the visit

Simeon’s just generally the best possible pick to bring with you

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me imagines #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x mc #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #obey me belphegor #belphegor x mc #lord diavolo x mc #barbatos x mc #solomon x mc

[dreamifics]

Steve Harrington x Reader

Casuality

Just some fluff, angst and smut

Warning: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activity, a little cursing

How did me and Y/N ended making out in my pool? Bad decisions and booze, that's the answer. I wanted it to stop, but it was good.. Too damn good. I can taste in her mouth the bitterness of the alcohol we drank a while ago. The mix of beer and vodka was still lingering in her mouth.

My hands run in her legs, as her hands tug my hair. There were fire igniting inside us, it was burning with lust and adrenaline. A low moan escapes her mouth, this added fuel to the fire inside us. We both knew that we'd regret this in the morning, but we didn't stop.

Y/N Henderson..

I'm close to her brother, but not to her. We fought monster beside each other, she was close to Robin, Nancy and Jonathan. But not to me, that's why I'm surprised when she arrived in my doorsteps, alcohol in her hands.

"Hey, Steviee!Wanna run around town and get smashed?"

She caught me off guard but I agreed, I was always intrigued by her. I never noticed her in high school but she seems to know everything about me.

"Oh, come on!Steve!I'm not stupid!I know you use that shitty shampoo and conditioner!"

"It's not shitty!It's the real deal!"

"Whatever, let's go back to your house and take a dip in your fancy pool!"

My mind snapped back as we moved to my bed, Y/N's heavy breaths and low moans was all I could hear from her. We drop in my bed, we knew were going to spend all night here. The sheets wrapped around our naked bodies, legs entangled with each others. Moans filling the room, sweats dripping from our hot naked body. We were drunk and stupid. Sobriety and rational thinking was out the window. This night was filled with bad decisions and bad decisions only.

Days have passed since that night, we decided to continue the relationship but we're keeping it casual. We're now sitting in my car, music blasting on the stereo on a low volume. She was looking blankly on the window as I drive her to campus.

"What are you thinking about?" I questioned, snapping her out of her trance. She smiled at me as she relaxed into the passenger seat.

"Whatever your thinking about.."

"Dustin moaning really weird last night?" I joked causing her to glare at me.

"No, but now that's what I'm thinking.." I chuckled at her response as I paid attention to the road.

"Hey, do you want to have a sleep over tonight?"

"Sleepover?What are you ten?Do you also want to braid each other's hair and have a pillow fight?" Her witty remarks always get me laughing, that's one thing I like about you Y/N..

"Come on, we're not gonna be sleeping anyway.." I pleaded.

"Ooh, Stevie gonnna give me the lovey dovey!" She said in a baby voice. Gotta admit, that was weird as hell.

"Oh dear god.." I mumbled under my breath.

"What's that Harrington?" Her glares could literally kill someone, I just gave her an innocent smile, she just rolled her eyes.

"Nothing.."

"I'll see you tonight, then.."

A comfortable silence filled the ambiance of the car, if I know Y/N and I think I do, she'll try to rummage her brain for something to talk to--.

"What was Dustin moaning about?" There it is..

"Oh dear god.." I just shake my head in amusement.

The first time I had ever seen you cry was the day we got home from campus, snots and tears were everywhere. I never saw you cry, even when we almost died twice while trying to save the world. Not a one single tear, but now your here infront of me. Tears in your eyes, as you sobbed into my chest. I don't know what to do, should I comfort you?

"What happend?" I finally asked the lingering thought in my head.

"I saw Dad with his brand new family.."

Y/N's father..

I never really met him but to what I gather from Y/N and Dustin is that he's a coward. He left his family to be with another woman.. Putting the three of you to emotional trauma and abuse.

"I'm sorry.." That's all I could say..

"After all what he did to Mom and Dustin, he have the audacity to be happy while Mom cover up the pain with cats.."

"I hate my dad, I swear if he ever comes back, I'll feed him to the demogorgons.. Why does this always happen to me? Can everything be just fine again?"

I hate seeing her like this.. What should I say? I can't really relate to her, my parents still stood by me.

"I'd do whatever I could do, if you want to get wasted, I'll do it with you, If you want to burn your dad's house, I'll be down with that. Just don't cry, I can't stand seeing you like this."

A small laugh erupted from her, moving beside me, she lay her head into my shoulders.

"Thanks for the reassurance Harrington.."

"That's what I'm here for.."

"Come on Steve, let's make out in your pool.." Y/N stands up, and gave me her hand, I gladly accepted it.

"Why do you have to ruin the mood?"

"How's that ruining the mood?If anything, I'm building the mood." She said in a sultry and teasing voice. I rolled my eyes, does she think I'll get turned on by that. She was crying just a moment ago, she was releasing snots.

"I think you have daddy issues, love.." It was her turn to roll her eyes.

"We all have daddy issues.." I grab her cheeks and peck her lips.

"We both have daddy issues, then." She just gave me the most precious smile that ever existed.. Oh, God. How I love you.

The first fight we had was also our last, it was your birthday. We were hanging out in your room, laying in her bed as the television played Star Wars. The pale moon was dancing all throughout the room, I knew there was something bothering me, we've been doing this for months, keeping everything casual. I'm growing tired of the constant thought that someone will take her away from me.. Don't get me wrong, I love Y/N, I'm not sure how she feel about me though. Y/N's like a close book, hard to read. So many things that I wish I knew, but there's so many walls that I can't break through. ( Where the swifties at? )

"Are you okay?" Y/N soft voice pulled me out of my head.

Am I really okay?No, why? I want us to be in a committed relationship, where someone can't take you away from me. That's how much I love you..

"Nothing, just thinking about us.." A small smile tugged in her lips as she scoot closer.

"What about us?" She asked, her brows wiggling.

"Being casual and all.." The smile she had falter, she moved away from me, running her hands through her hair.

"You know I'm not ready yet.."

"You always say that."

"Steve!I can't have this exact same conversation with you over and over again!" And here we are, fighting.. The anger inside me flicked open, I know it won't do good but I still went ahead and got mad.

"Why can't you say it once?!" Our shouts echoed through the whole house, her Mom is probably worried about her.

"What can't I say?!" She asked confused and angry at the samw time.

"That you love me!" The whole room suddenly got quiet, the look in Y/N's face was hard to read. Are you shocked? Scared? Angry? What? Do you love me like I love you? Please, say the words that I want--no, what I need to hear.

"Steve, we both know that we agreed to keep things casual.." She finally spoke, but not the words that came out was not what I needed.

"Casual?We've been together for almost a year now, how much more casual do you want it to get?"

"I--Steve, I can't do this now.." She backs away from me, opening her door wide open for me to leave.

"Why?" That's all that exited my mouth..

"Because I need space!" She snaps, a involuntary scoff left my lips.

"Space from what?!We barely have a relationship!"

"Just get away!I can't believe your pressuring me!" She shouts, but I stayed to say the words I'll regret..

"Let's just end whatever the fuck this is!"

"Fine!" She screamed as she walks up to me and pushed me out of her room.. Reaching the end of her door, she pushed me. I stumbled but managed to bounce back, before I can even say another word she slammed the door. And there's that..

"Steve?" Dustin came out of his room, a worried expression painted in his face.

"Are you and Y/N okay?"

"Yeah, it's just a--" I stopped at the middle of the sentence, my mouth refused to let the words escape.

"A what?" He questioned.

A break up..

"Nothing, it's nothing.." I lied..

I didn't know why I couldn't say the words. I clearly never wanted this to happen, I didn't know what happend. And I can't take it back, what's done is done..

Life with Y/N was hard, but life without her is much harder. Was I in the wrong? I shouldn't have pressure her, all I wanted is to go up at her house. But Dustin told me, she was really busy with a lot of schoolworks. Where did it get so complicated?

I was walking home when I saw Y/N, just standing in my porch front step. She seems fidgety and nervous, those sweet eyes seem to notice me. Y/N was wearing one of my Van Halen shirts, with a short and just some sneakers. You always looked beautiful in my shirts..

"Steve.." I love how she says my name, but I love it more if she screams my name. Flashes of her naked body grinding on me suddenly appeared on my head. This was not the time but I couldn't help it. I miss her..

"Hey.." I greet..

"I just wanted to--"

"I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn't pressure you like that.." I cut her off, I'm right. There's no need to apologize, I was in the wrong. I pressured her when I agreed to keep it casual.

"Still, I'm sorry too.." Y/N was always nice, never letting her pride get in the way of her life.. An eerie silence once filled our conversation, I never wanted this but maybe..

"Maybe it's best if I give you the space you nee--"

"I love you.." She cuts me off..

"Huh?" My mind went blank, my eyes blink rapidly as I try to sink in the three words you just dropped.

"I don't need space, I love you Steve Harrington.." She confessed cheekily, a small smile appeared on our face.

"I love you too.." She just smiles at me, but she was waiting for something. What is it? A ring, maybe? But this is not a proposal..

"What are you waiting for?Kiss me."

Ohh, right.. The way I moved was slow, I think she grew impatient because you pulled me and our lips collided into one. The way your lips was covered in the strawberry chapstick I gave you, this was my favorite thing in the world. I slid my tongue, it danced with yours. I pushed you in my door, opening it in the process.

When it burst open, we celebrated by going into my bed. Pushing Y/N into the bed was pretty arousing. We didn't need words or foreplay, we're pretty straightforward. Our lips once connected again, heavy breaths and low moans was all I could hear.

We slowly undressed each other, our lips was still intact, rushing into things was never really your motto. I felt your skin made contact with mine, I felt the heat from your body. My hands were making their way to her tender breasts, I slowly massaged it until the nipples turned like tiny stones. A loud moan came out from her mouth, I couldn't resist and licked them, biting them playfully. Another moan came out from her sweet lips, I stopped as I took out my hard and mounting manhood, I rest it unto her thighs. Y/N sits up, looking at me with questions in those eyes.

"What happend?You got tired?" Y/N whisper in her sultry voice.

"Taunting me?Really?"

Before she can even respond I got on top of bed and smirked, your naked body was softly laying in my bed. This made me harder, you're so perfect in every way. My hands are already in your legs, spreading it wide and open. I can see you closing your eyes at my touch, I drove my two fingers inside her. She moans with the contact it made, eyes rolled in the back of her head. I ravish her breast with my mouth as my fingers interact inside her.

"Fuck, Steve!"

I was hitting the right places, she was twisting left and right, her hands were gripping my sheets, I pulled my fingers out and replaced it with my organ. A loud piercing moan escapes her lips as I pump into her, every thrust was in sync with her breathing. I slowly grunt as I pump harder and deeper into her, I yank her legs back, as my other hand gripped her ass. I dug myself further into her, setting off another shattering moan.

"Steve, faster."

I increasing the speed, she wrapped her arms around my back, her nails digging into my skin. Pain and Pleasure was a great mixture for me. I hit every possible spot inside her, the nails dug deeper as I thrust harder and much more deeper. The speed increased once again, as I feel both of our climax building up inside, it can explode any second now. Every thrust I make, every moan she screams, and every sweat that drips was a cherry on top.

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

With that we both exploded into each other, I felt a warm liquid flows between her legs and mine. A small smile appeared on her lips as we were both out of breath, her hair was all disheveled.

"Well, that was fun.." She whisper, her voice hoarsed from all the moaning she did.

"I can see.." I joked causing her cheeks to blush..

"Shut up!"

I pulled out, she shivered at that action. I laid next to her, she looks at me with love and compassion. She pecked a kiss in my lips, cuddling besides me as the moon peaked through my windows. Y/N deserves every love and adoration in the world, I'm going to marry you someday..

This is my first smut ever, I hope it was..nice? If there's anything wrong I did in the smut, you can tell me, I'll do anything to improve it! I also accept request, any characters! Marvels, DC, B99, FRIENDS, Criminal Minds, TBBT, Community, basically anything! I accept anything! You can leave a comment or give me an ask!

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[helliontherapscallion]

Catching Up (Adrenaline Junkie Part 9)

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5     Part 6     Part 7     Part 8     Part 10     Part 11     Part 12     Part 13     Part 14     Part 15     Part 16     Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,156         

“Did you kidnap a child?”

“I can ex- wait what? Of course I didn’t! Why would you think that?”

“Well, for starters, you just came home with a random kid! What were-”

“Dad. I didn’t kidnap anybody, especially Arthur,” you said exasperated. “It started when I was leaving the village.”

And so, you told your dad about how you met Arthur. Needless to say, he was furious. “(Y/n) (m/n) Minecraft, you yelled at a child? Not just a child, but an orphan that was so clearly in need of help?! I raised you better than that.”

“Dad, I know that yelling at kids is wrong. Just-just let me finish.”

He gave you a wicked side eye and nodded at you to continue. “So then he told me that he was alone. That he had no family. I couldn’t just leave him out there Dad. He would’ve been alone in the city. Hell, he’s been alone for god knows how long already” you ran a stressed hand through your already messy hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask you if he could crash here-”

“(Y/n).”

“-but he could’ve got hurt! The village’s dangerous at night-”

“(Y/n).”

“Do you know how many people get mugged there just in a day? God, I can’t imagine him getting hurt, he’s so young and-”

“(Y/n) (m/n) Minecraft.” Your hand froze in your hair. “...Yeah?”

“It was a good idea to bring him here. But there’s gotta be someone out there looking for him.”

“I really don’t think so Dad. You saw him when I brought him here, he looked like he didn’t get a proper bath in months! Even if he did have someone, I’d rather him be here instead of with the bastards that left him like that.”

He sighed. “You’re right. I remember when I found you when you were a baby. Your biological parents were awful, they ignored you. I found you on the porch, they must’ve left you there overnight. You were filthy and you were so small and fragile. I remember being so pissed that they treated you like that, but they never gave me their names.”

You squinted at him. “You’ve never told me that. You told me that you found me in an alleyway.”

“I didn’t want to tell you how I actually found you, it was never important for you to know.”

“What do you mean it’s not impor-” you stopped yourself. That’s not important right now. “We’re going to talk about this later. Right now, we need to talk about Arthur before he gets out of the shower.”

Glancing at the clock, you felt worry engulf your being. “Speaking of, he’s been in there a while, do you think he’s okay?” You felt your heart drop. “What if he slipped!” You stood up in a panic. Philza pulled you back onto the bed giving you a knowing look.

“He’s okay hun. Remember, he’s probably just enjoying the shower.”

You bounced your leg. “You’re right, you’re right… What’s with that look?”

“What look?”

“That look.”

“I just think-”

You heard a knock on your door and a small voice calling your name. Immediately jumping up and forgetting about the conversation, you opened your door. 

“Hey buddy, have a good shower?”

He yawned, rubbing at his eye with a closed fist. The pajamas he wore were slightly too big, but he would grow into them. His auburn hair that he came in the house with was now a brilliant copper color and you could now make out freckles dotting his pale cheeks.

“Mhm.”

You softly smiled at him and grabbed his hand leading him to Wilbur’s old room since it had the comfiest bed. You helped the small-statured boy into the large bed and he flopped down without pulling the covers over himself. You huffed in amusement, pulling the soft blankets out from under him and tucking him in.

You spoke in a calm voice, not wanting to disrupt the peace that engulfed the room. You gently brushed the hair out of his face. “Sleep well, Artie.”

As you stood up and turned to walk away, he grabbed the back of your shirt. Glancing back, you saw that he had his eyes groggily half-open and he stared at you blearily. “Stay?”

Oh, you couldn’t say no to that. Feeling your heart melt, you whispered “of course buddy.” You pulled up an old chair and sat next to the bedside holding his small hand in your larger one. He was out like a light. 

He was so small for his age. It was probably because of the malnutrition from being homeless, and that broke your heart. Your poor, poor baby.

…Wait.

Wait.

Your poor baby? What the fuck were you thinking? This child doesn’t even know you, you only met him earlier in the day. And yet, you already felt affectionate towards him. You wanted to protect him from danger. Why were you feeling like this?

You heard the door creak open and a small sliver of light streamed into the room. Philza poked his head through the small crack in the door. He smiled at you when he saw you sitting next to Arthur holding his hand as he slept. Reaching in an arm, he gestured for you to follow him before slipping out and closing the door.

Reluctantly, you slowly let go of the boy’s slender hand and quietly opened the nightstand drawer. You pulled out a pen and paper and wrote a quick note for him in the morning in your messy handwriting.

“Arthur, when you wake up, Philza and I’ll be downstairs making breakfast. Hope you like bacon and eggs : )

-(Y/n)”

You placed the paper on the nightstand where you hoped that Arthur would see when he woke up and quietly left the room. Philza leaning against the wall greeted you. He was smiling softly at you. He once again gestured for you to follow him downstairs.

Philza felt ecstatic that you were going to give him another grandson. Even if you would inevitably deny being a parental figure to Arthur, he knew that you were going to accept it sooner or later. He raised you, so he should know when you deeply care for someone. Arthur and you both shared a love for innovation and creativity, so he knew that you two would bond over that. He felt like soaring high in the sky. He was so happy that there’s going to be another addition to the family soon. 

He sat you down onto the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later, he came back with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Your favorite.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime hun.”

You both sat in a comfortable silence on the couch and stared into the crackling flame in the fireplace. The fire swirled with various reds, oranges, and yellows illuminating the living room. You closed your eyes for a brief moment, savoring the flavor of the chocolate and the smell of smoke with the fire popping in the background. You felt relaxed.

“So, how’s Tommy and Wilbur? Are they adjusting well to L’manberg?”

“Oh, they’re thriving. Wilbur’s a natural leader so he’s in his element and Tommy’s always exploring with Tubbo. They get into trouble sometimes, but they always come back in one piece, so I’m not worried about them. They’re having fun.”

“And you?”

“I set up my new workshop next to the capitol building. I think I’m gonna start selling some of the stuff I make, I think it’d make a decent profit.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Ya know that the people in the village are crazy about you, right?”

You groaned, dragging your hand down your face tiredly. “How could I not? I hate it.”

“Why would you hate it? They really admire your work, you should appreciate that.”

“Dad, I do appreciate that they admire my work, but do you remember how they treated me when I first went there after I lost my wing? They treated me like a fucking outcast. And now they’re acting like they actually know me and that they were always friends with me. I know everybody deserves a second chance, but I can’t help but feel like they’re on thin ice.” 

“People change hun. Maybe they realize that how they treated you was wrong and they want to make amends?”

“That’s the thing. They’re only treating me like this only because of my inventions. I can only tolerate it for so long. I don’t even know why they’re treating me like this, I’m not special. I’m just another person.”

“...You aren’t gonna let a few two-faced people ruin your vacation, right?”

“No.”

His cheeks slowly stretched into a smile. “Why? Who are you?”

“I’m (y/n)?”

“I said who. Are. You?”

You spoke up a little more confidently, but kept your voice down. “I’m (y/n) (m/n) Minecraft.”

He quietly laughed. “Damn right you are. You’re ‘(Y/n) Minecraft, Conqueror of the Unknown’. You’re (y/n) goddamn Minecraft and don’t you forget it.”

You chuckled. “You read that book? ‘(Y/n) Minecraft, Conqueror of the Unknown’ was a bit too dramatic for my taste.”

“Why wouldn’t I read something all about my precious little inventor?” He drug out with an overly sweet tone.

“Dad, I’m 20 years old. I’m not little anymore.”

He slung an arm across your shoulders and pulled you into his side. “I know, I know, but you’ll always be my child.”

You sighed and leaned into him. You haven’t spent any time with him since you left the house to help Wilbur and Tommy fight for independence, so this felt nice. “I missed you Dad.”

“Not a day goes by where I don’t miss you or your brothers. It’s way too quiet around here without you four.”

“Do you remember when Tommy put green dye in the shampoo to try and prank me?”

An almost silent laugh reverberated throughout his chest, sounding slightly muffled. “Of course I do. It took at least a few weeks to get it off my skin and a full month after that to get it out of my hair.”

“You should’ve seen his face when I walked into the kitchen in the morning,” you deepen your voice. “‘If you’re not in the shower, then who is?’ Aaaannd then you walked into the kitchen looking like you lost a fight with a witch.” You snorted. “You didn’t know why everyone was staring at you.”

He huffed. “You guys didn’t even tell me until after breakfast.”

“Have you seen yourself in the mornings? You’re literally so grumpy. We didn’t have a death wish.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad in the morning, Mx. I-can’t-function-without-eight-hours-of-sleep.”

“At least I’m fully awake in the morning.”

“Oh, wow, what a zinger,” he said in a monotone voice.

You reached up to playfully slap his arm. “Shuddup.”

You both quietly laughed before the room fell back into a comfortable silence. You took a deep breath. “Arthur knows about The Warden. What it did to me”

You felt him tense up and heard his heart start to beat a little faster. He moved his arm away and leaned back to look you in the eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. He said that he knew what happened and he needed my help. He… he said that The Warden took someone important to him.”

“Was it his paren-”

“I don’t know. I’m going to talk to him about it tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to talk to him with you?”

“I don’t know if Arthur’s comfortable with that yet. I’m not even sure if he trusts me enough to tell me.”

You grabbed your’s and Philza’s empty mugs and took them to the kitchen. You ran your hands down your face. You felt very drained after everything that happened today. You weren’t used to so much human interaction, let alone people staring at you like you were some kind of deity when you weren’t. You leaned against the sink and closed your eyes. 

“(Y/n), I’m turning in for the night. Is there anything you need before I go to bed?”

“No, thank you Dad.”

“Alright, goodnight. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You heard his retreating footsteps gradually fade out and the room was thick with silence yet again. The darkness in the room was cut by the moonlight streaming in through the window. Your mind was racing as you remembered that you were going to have to talk to Arthur about The Warden soon. 

You hadn’t talked about The Warden for years and now you were being forced into it. You didn’t think you were ready. You wanted to move on with your life, but The Warden was inevitable. It was everywhere around you. It won’t ever leave you alone, will it?

You didn’t think you were going to get much sleep tonight.

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[aerois]

Remarried Empress: Sovieshu Contextualized and Navier the Unreliable Narrator (SPOILERS!)

So recently I started reading Remarried Empress on WEBTOON. Honestly the whole premise wasn’t my cup of tea and I was solely reading it because it was part of an event where I could get free coins (lol). But then... I got hooked. I got invested. Started drinking in chapters whenever and wherever I could, and even now I still crave more. I wanted Navier to have some semblance of a happy ending (and, let’s be honest, I wanted to drag that precious little bitch Trashta by her fucking hair across the yard). At first it was mostly that. Raging at Trashta and her Simperor, pondering at Heinley’s true intentions, drooling over Kaufman. 

And then, I noticed something odd. I noticed-- the strangest thing-- Sovieshu seemed to be... not as enamored with his mistress as meets the eye. And there was even some hinting that his feelings for Navier weren’t what we assumed.

I have to preface this: I don’t condone Sovieshu’s crappy actions. He’s an idiot, and acts very poorly as a husband. And there’s no excuse for cheating. Absolutely not! So I don’t want this post to come across like In Defense of Sovieshu, because it’s not. But I do think that our view, the reader’s view, of Sovieshu, is warped. And this is mainly because we see the story through Navier’s eyes of course, but we forget that every individual person is fallible. Every person, at some point, harbors false assumptions that color their concepts of truth and reality. Put shortly, Navier is human, and therefore is not a reliable narrator at some points. Especially concerning her husband. We see Sovieshu entirely through the eyes of his wronged wife in the webcomic. Pin that: in the webcomic. Did you know the webcomic is actually based on a mobile game? Yes, it is! And I downloaded it! And I’m playing it! And... I’m actually... hating Sovieshu less?????????? 

Ok, ok, put the pitchforks down! Hear me out! I’m not saying any of the stuff he did was okay! But Navier’s narration of the story paints him as this cold, detached man who grew to hate his wife so much that he flew into the arms of some hussy for warmth and then just cast his wife aside and deliberately acted like a jerk just because he wanted her to suffer.  And there’s a grain of truth to that. There are points where Sovieshu feels bitter and does or says something waspish. But it’s not as black and white as you might assume. I played the mobile game, and decided to take Sovieshu’s route out of spite. I opened this app, saw it was an otome with this garbage-fire, cheating sack of shit for a romance option and thought “Hah! The nerve. Probably some semi-abusive dirtbag route aimed to appeal to girls who like men who treat them badly. You know, that mutually abusive relationship appeal that some girls like because drama.” And I needed to rack up in-game currency anyway (it’s like usual mobile games, where when you wanna make cool choices you gotta cough up cash unless you “diamond-mine” on crappy stories to save up the meager bits of free currency the app gives you for playing) so I figured I’d blast through the Sovieshu route and skip onto my darling Kaufman in playthrough 2.

And then the smoke genuinely compelling character development got me. So I could run y’all through Navier’s version of the events, but you already know that. For Sovieshu though? Here’s the kicker: this idiot has had a raging passion for his wife slowly building up for years throughout their entire lives, and only realizes it about halfway through the events of the story. This idiot, this buffon, this absolute brain-dead dolt... didn’t even realize he was pining over his own wife until he was about to explode from the desperation from it all. God, I wish I was joking. Lemme break it down for you:

Sovieshu’s POV: He and Navier are introduced as kids and are told they’ll be married someday. Life partners. They are raised in tandem to respect and care for one another. Kinda smacks of grooming (go mom and dad!) but whatever, that’s the background. These kids are mentally regarding each other as spouses their entire conscious lives. And Sovieshu, as he grows, quickly comes to realize his intended is a selfless girl who holds everything inside. The first spark of his affection for her is wrapped in this: that Sovieshu longs for Navier to take off her “perfect princess” mask and let herself be vulnerable with him. He admires her intellingence, her grace, and her devotion to her country. He looks at her and sees someone that inspires him. He craves the opportunity to comfort and protect her. He waits, and these opportunities come in small instances. But they get older, their burdens get heavier, and like most young women, Navier gets better at pretending nothing is wrong with her and putting everyone else first. Sovieshu feels more distant from her. But that desire to break through her wall still stands.

They marry, but Navier, in her infinite wisdom, makes the assumption that this marriage is entirely political (despite...the fact... that they were raised together??? they were literally best friends their entire lives??? are y’all seeing how this could be confusing for him???) and that there are absolutely no feelings involved on Sovieshu’s side. Expect there’s that little problem. That little problem. Of Navier’s absolute inability to be vulnerable. And so she starts this marriage all Elsa-Conceal-Don’t-Feel convinced that her husband (whom she is secretly in love with, shocker) holds no warmth for her because she’s never received any from him. 

Now I’ll acknowledge that this is a two way street, where Sovieshu fails as well. Should Navier have made a mature decision and asked for love and support when she needed it? Yes. Should Sovieshu have offered anyway, despite not knowing that she wanted it at all? Yes. They’re both in the wrong here. They’re both too passive, too afraid.

So the first few years of their marriage pass by like this. And Navier kinda melts into more of a depressed state over it, while Sovieshu becomes frustrated. But he doesn’t know why. He hasn’t quite put his finger on the fact that HE’S IN LOVE WITH HIS WIFE, GEE WHAT A SURPRISE BUDDY. And then... the little ingenue comes in. Trashta, with her crocodile tears, oversharing of emotions, co-dependent as all get-out. You see where I’m headed, right? It’s not just that she’s the opposite of Navier that gets Sovieshu hooked. It’s that she gives him that opportunity to unburden all this pent up romantic frustration. He can comfort, and protect, and wipe away the tears of a woman who loves him... And for a while, it’s intoxicating. That itch is finally being scratched.

Or so it seems. Because sooner or later, Sovieshu realizes that this woman is not his wife. And she’s a bit clingy, and clueless, and she’s... well, she’s not his wife. She’s not his wife. 

“Oh, dear God...” the idiot finally realizes. “I don’t want this hussy. I want my wife!” 

Ding ding ding! You did it! And it only took you--what? 20 years? After all this time, Sovieshu (and the audience playing his route) realizes. He’s not cheating because he’s bored, or because he hates his wife, or because he’s Inherently An Asshole And That’s What Assholes Do. He’s cheating because he’s using this woman as a stand-in for his wife. He’s been looking straight through this woman and seeking his wife the entire time. He’s cheating because he’s stupid and repressed and misguided and human. And again, that doesn’t excuse it. He still cheated, and that’s something he needs to spend a life-time making up for. It’s a mistake, and a big one. But it’s not fueled by a malicious hatred or a desire to hurt her. It’s fueled by confusion and fear. And, strangely enough, a desire to perform love for his wife.

So anyway, this stupid dweeb finally wakes up and realizes that no matter how much he plays around with the Town Skank, it doesn’t slate that thirst for the woman he’s spent his life growing to love. And that he actually, truly loves her to begin with. Now at this point, Navier was away travelling, doing queenly stuff. And he gets a message from a servant-- his wife is home. This boy books it. This man throws down what he’s doing, sprints across the imperial palace, to stumble at the feet of his wife; red-faced and breathless, absolutely undone. This man is screaming for his wife on the inside and now nothing he can do will quiet it. And his wife, ever the perfect pinnacle of a monarch, just raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him and wonders what’s got him in such a tizzy.

This is where the difference between the narratives hits especially hard. Navier has absolutely no clue that her husband is a hair-thin thread of self-control away from all of this just completely spilling out of him. She looks at him and sees a tormentor; someone who’s treating her like a used doll. And he sees this Goddess that’s been hiding in plain sigh the whole time. He sees his sins and repents before this, his wife, his almighty Goddess. But he doesn’t know what to do. She’s still been hurt by him, Trashta is still in their lives, and damn it all, he’s still frustrated. He still feels bitter and abandoned because even after everything, even after the years of marriage, his wife just seems so unaffected by him. This is where Navier’s “perfect queen” image that she tries so hard to curate really bites her in the ass.

These two dumbasses are hopelessly in love with each other but they’re deadlocked in an endless cycle of letting their prides get in the way. Navier doesn’t want to be vulnerable. Sovieshu doesn’t want to compromise, doesn’t know how to not lash out in anger when he’s really feeling sad. Unlike Navier, he can express emotions-- but not in a heathy way. So he says something mean, does something kinda shitty. And Navier thinks it’s because he delights in her suffering. So Sovieshu’s over here in his head like a cranky little child that’s mad at mommy because she’s on the phone, and Navier is over there in her head wondering why on earth her husband can’t notice a love that she’s never actually expressed to him. And it’s just terrible. But kind of hilarious. Mostly sad and terrible. But defintely hilarious.

To further illustrate this: even a lot of Sovieshu’s actions, for that matter, get warped by Navier’s unreliable narration. WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE! In the chapter where Trashta is stabbed, Sovieshu immediately screams for guards to surround Navier. So I’ll sum up their thought processes here.

Navier: Oh my God, I can’t believe this asshole. Calling the guards? He really fuckin thinks I did this?! Jerk! Asshole! He really thinks I’d arrange for a pregnant woman to be stabbed!! He’s probably deliberately framing me too, so he can get me out of the way and live happily ever after with her!

Sovieshu: OH MY GOD, MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE COULD GET STABBED NEXT SOMEONE HELP well actually maybe she had something to do with it? nah. prolly not. but even if she did idgaf I LOVE MY WIFE, I’LL COVER FOR YOU BABY I’LL FORGIVE WHATEVER. GUARDS, FIND WHO DID THE STABBING SO THEY DON’T STAB MY PERFECT WIFE NEXT

Like I wish I was joking, but that’s how it read. Anyway, I’m not done with the comic or the game yet. But Sovieshu’s motivations aren’t all as they seem. And while he’s not a perfect husband, he has the capacity to mature, let down his pride, and make steps toward atoning to his wife. I honestly and genuinely believe this marriage could be salvageable if they could come clean with each other. A lot of people want to root for Kaufman or Heinley, and I get it. Those two would probably treat her well. But the fact stands that these two are married, and surprisingly, they both actually still hold a spark of love for one another. If Sovieshu could genuinely repent, and demonstrate this to Navier, they would attain the happy marriage with each other that they both strive for. Anyway, I find myself surprisingly hooked on the story now that I see Sovieshu’s POV. He’s not a hero in this story by any means, but I’m somehow, against my better judgement, rooting for him. I’m rooting for him to make the right choices and repair his marriage. 

It’s a bold strategy, folks. Let’s see how it pays off.

#remarried empress

[beautifulterriblequeen]

B2:S - Chapter 5

Much of this series will be about the differences and additions in the novel version, and how they contribute to my understanding of story canon. But there will be character appreciation, the odd theory and headcanon, and suchlike as well.

Here be lots of Viren deets, Best Boy Soren deets, some writing/continuity stuff, worldbuilding appreciation and half of a theory, Detective Rayla, Moon Temple geeking, Claudium and dark magic, and more!

Spoilers for Book Two: Sky below.

(I know for darn sure that I wrote up a post for chapter 4, but I can't find it anywhere so I guess Tumblr ate it and I'll have to redo it at some point, but today is not that day)

Viren, my evil dude, my bad guy, coming in clutch with the worldbuilding and backstory again! If you want to know decades of information, you gotta talk to Viren. Or read his scenes, at least. Here, he seems to not sleep much when he has a big problem to analyze his way through. Solutions trump pretty much everything else in this guy's life, and he's had a really hard week with a lot of new and complicated problems. Of course he's getting sleep-deprived trying to find his way through them all.

Harrow put so much trust in Viren when he made him High Mage! He just threw himself extra hard at that Lady Justice blindfold, didn't he? Didn't really want to see what Viren was doing in his magic study, so he left Viren to his devices. And Viren has a lot of devices.

Also, this is fascinating: Viren made the secret passage to his "less official study" in Katolis Castle! And he was inspired to do so by the way his own mentor kept the Puzzle House. What else could a Puzzle House be, except a place with secret passages? Yay! secret headcanon that "the Puzzle House" is just "Katolis Castle" from Kid Viren's perspective tho

So either Viren built all of those passageways, or at least the ones to his dungeon. Which means he has to have, or know where to get, a stash of those glowing blue Moonshadow crystals. Hmmm.

I can't wait to learn more about Kpp'Ar and young Viren, btw. From this description of Viren and all his literal secret ways, it feels like another parallel between Viren and Runaan, with the whole "secretive paths, members only, insider knowledge" type stuff. Only the really cool members of this cult club get to know the secrets, and guess what, kid, you're cool now but you can never tell anyone, okay? Our secret.

Yeahhh, that'll never backfire in any way for either of them.

Kpp'Ar calling puzzles and secrets "man-made magic," though. Yes sir, knowledge is indeed power.

This chapter mentions Runaan by name, from Viren's perspective. Generally that would imply that Viren knows his name, even though assassins do not share their names, and Runaan didn't seem to give his to Viren in the first book. However, there was a scene in book one where the last paragraph switched perspective from Viren to Runaan - a technique that's very common in visual media like movies and shows and gives you that "ohoho they left the room and didn't notice this, but you do!" vibe. Using Runaan's name there in book one, where Viren couldn't see it but readers could, helps them keep track of the assassin's story arc while maintaining Viren's racism.

So in book two, in which Runaan has no onscreen scenes (alas), using his name in a scene that calls back to the events in book one helps us remember what happened in that dungeon cell. It would be a bit muddier to recall the specifics if Viren kept thinking about Runaan as "Elf." So I'm cool with the perspective nudge because it serves a narrative purpose: clarity. But I'm also enjoying the angst of considering that, somehow, Viren learned Runaan's name either during or after the coining spell. Mwa ha ha haaa. (Obligatory "Keep my pretty name outta your mouth" goes here)

Okay, back to Viren's scheming! He took the mirror because it was human-sized in a dragon lair. He knew it didn't really fit there, and that made it interesting, so he stole it. But he realized it was really powerful when Runaan wouldn't tell him squat about it - the assassin's instinct to protect Xadian secrets from human hands meant that Viren was holding a very powerful Xadian secret. And that just made him want it all the more. Ah, Runaan, if only your relationship with lying was, like, the exact opposite of what it is. Nyx could've spun Viren a believable tale in 2 minutes flat.

Also of interest: Viren considers his cursed coins to be a final fate. He expects Runaan to remain in his coin forever. With the Chekhov's coins still extant in the storyline, we can assume that they'll come up again eventually, but Viren has no current plans to do anything with his elf money except carry it around.

It's worth noting that Viren admits that he got impatient when he trapped Runaan in the coin. Runaan's first fate in Katolis was supposed to be death at Soren's hands, but Claudia "saved" him from that. His next fate was to become spell components, but Viren's frustration with his stubbornness "saved" him from that fate, too. So now he's in a coin, where no one can chop him up at all. Yay? No, boo!

We get one last line about Runaan before Viren shifts gears: he makes a point of noting for us that Runaan's shackles are still locked shut. However much of Runaan made it into that coin - body, soul, hair care products - he was magicked there, pulled right out of his restraints.

The creepy black liquid that Viren pours right into his eyes is the last of a powerful potion he got from Kpp'Ar, and its recipe is ancient! Humans used it back in the age of Elarion to see through the illusions of the world. And we get a delightfully creepy bit of description about the preparation of this serum, which makes it abundantly clear that it's a Moon magic-based concoction, harvested from eyeless vipers on a moonless night, with the threat of irrevocable madness ("madness" by whose definition, though) if it's done wrong-

Hang on. Hold up. This is a Plato's Cave reference. OH MY GOD.

No no I'm fine, this is brilliant. Sorry, sorry, I couldn't figure why there was so much description for a potion prep that Viren didn't even have to perform himself. But now I get it. I see the light. HA. I should make a separate post for this, it's amazing.

Anyway, for reference, the humans who used this serum were called the Oracles of Ophidia, and Ophidia is a taxonomy group that includes all modern snakes. Can you say "creepy ancient snake rites"? I can! Woo!

Viren activates the serum with a spell, but apparently he's never done it before. He's not sure if it's supposed to be hot and bubbly, and he worries that it's been tainted by moonlight.

Oh, I do hope so.

The magic potion hurts, a lot. Viren will do just about anything, to himself or anyone, to do what he believes is necessary. He just risked madness and blindness to find out what this mirror does! Viren. Can you just. Take a nap or something. Have a Snickers.

This chapter gives us a fun clue that I don't remember from the show: when Viren's vision clears and he can see, his reflection has white pupils and the room reflected in the mirror has inverted colors. You know where else has inverted colors?

You know who else got white pupils for a hot second?

Okay, now it makes sense! Viren and Lujanne were both seeing into the realm beyond life and death. Him with his moon magic potion, and her with her moon powers on a full moon night at the Moon Nexus. Which is Very Interesting! Is it a direct hint about Aaravos's location, or just a separate cool detail? Orrr, does it look like a direct hint because Aaravos is actually trapped in the world beyond life and death, but it's actually separate and we'll see something about white pupils again later on?

Viren really does have self-esteem issues, we all picked up on it with his rant at his reflection. He throws a fit when he catches himself wondering if he's actually worthless. In the book version of his tantrum, he shoves the mirror and hurls a candelabra instead of flipping a table. He didn't need to shove the mirror to set the fire, but it's in here. Foreshadowing that perhaps, if push comes to shove, Viren will choose himself over Aaravos? Giving Aaravos time to peek through and see that the coast is clear?

Soren, my boyyyyy. He has a rough night at the Moon Nexus because two sides of him are fighting with each other. He struggles to understand Callum's friendship with Rayla, and he also fantasizes about chopping off Rayla's head. One of these is a pretty ordinary thing to do. The other is Soren's internalization of what he needs to do to gain his father's approval. If he brought his dad a chopped off elf head every week, he'd probably feel a lot more confident because Viren would praise him a lot more.

Okay, okay, omg, is it just me, or does the "Moonshadow Madness" story, as it's told in the book, seem like Soren just doesn't know what a monsterfucker is? He thinks an elf bite puts humans under a spell. But vampires are sexy, and some people want them to do more to them than just bite them. A passionate kiss under the moonlight could look very bitey, especially if one of the participants has horns and you're already culturally trained to hate them. No yeah, I'm already headcanoning an actual human-elf kiss that got misunderstood by an observer long ago.

it's Lujanne isn't it, we all know, because what is a love spell but a sweet soft illusion, I mean how else does she get supplies for her Caldera, I ask you, and also Corvus was totally sent to investigate once and he told Soren at camp what he saw

And then back to magefam angst: Soren pretending that his sister's nose-tapping is stupid, even though he actually thinks it's cool, just because their dad thinks it's stupid. Viren, istg. Let your kids like harmless things. It's so cute that Soren taps his nose back at her, though! Like they have their own sibling code. I hope we get to see the nose tap again, especially now that they've chosen different sides. It could mean so much, that they're not too far apart yet.

Rayla knows what buttery pancakes smell like. I love this. Do Moonshadow elves have butter and pancakes, does Rayla eat a stack of eight giant pancakes in the morning? Orrrr it is just illusion food? I don't care, let Rayla have pancakes! Everyone loves pancakes. Pancakes will save the world. this message brought to you by the fact that I can't eat pancakes rn, send help

I love that Rayla is both sus of the pancakes and hungry, and that combines into a very motivated "I will get to the bottom of this" attitude. She kind of goes into Poirot Mode when she inserts herself into Soren and Ellis's conversation about Ava, explaining about the wolf's illusion leg and segueing into her claim that the pancakes taste sus. Claudia confirms she used dark magic, and Rayla is furious. It's different than the show's version in that it puts Rayla in detective mode, as the only Moonshadow elf in the scene, and boy does she take that role seriously. Also, she doesn't actually swallow the dark magic pancake bite. It ends up on the ground just like Lujanne's grubs from that earlier meal. These poor kids are so nutrient-starved. You guys gotta eat!!

Rayla's determination and prejudices and the fact that she super knows Harrow is dead all dovetail to make her try repeatedly to persuade Callum that Soren and Claudia are Not To Be Trusted. It's nice that the book keeps taking the time to point out that Rayla is Well Intentioned But Flawed, just like Callum and pretty much every other character in the show. No one is Right All The Time, no one Knows More Than Everyone Else.

Callum loving the sound of Claudia's unique voice is so wholesome. When you like someone, it only makes sense that you like all the things about them that they can't change - like the sound of Claudia's voice. Her choices with dark magic, not so much!

Claudia seems to have the same concerns Soren does about Callum's relationship with Rayla, but she comes out and asks him. The inherent possession implied in "your elf" is interesting, though. Elves are not people to Claudia. They're enemies who can be disassembled for the magic inside them. So maybe more like robots than living beings, if she knew what a robot was. Maybe she heard Soren's "Moonshadow Madness" story and realized he totally missed the kissing implications - but she didn't, and now she's genuinely worried that Rayla could kiss Callum under a full moon and enchant him to do her will. Good thing it's only a half moon, then!

Okay, Callum nervously making a puppet hand and then not knowing what to do with his hands and freaking out about itching and moving and pointy elbows is such a ND mood. The sudden stress of knowing that someone else is noticing your existence and maybe you're Not Existing Right, amirite? Ugh, poor Callum.

The Moon Temple! Omg it's so pretty in the description! Made to be beautiful and useful, full of knowledge but also allowing light and life inside (butterflies and vines). Lujanne, when can I move in, please? Also, it's all the more angsty because Lujanne is the only one who gets to see this beautiful place, but it has lots of chairs and shelves and tables, and it was meant to be used by lots of people. :(((

Claudia knows some of the runes on the walls. She isn't in a hurry to copy the rest of them down or anything, either. Her spellwriting is very precise, and she's a skilled mage. Her father would have made sure she was aware of the dangers of drawing sloppy runes, as much as he made her aware of the dangers of doing dark magic wrong. And the whole point of dark magic is that it's easier to learn than primal magic. Claudia supports her dad and their shared knowledge and life path. She's not gonna go nuts over an elf library she can't translate.

Side note: Between Claudia knowing some Moon runes and Viren building a secret passageway and a dungeon and lighting it with the same blue crystals that Lujanne and Ethari use for light--and Claudia exclaiming that she loves ruins--I wonder once more if there are really Moonshadow ruins somewhere in Katolis, which Viren has found and looted. Father-daughter relic hunting trip, maybe while Soren is away at camp? Omgsh that would be so wild!

Callum out here having a Viren moment with his "I feel powerless unless I've got magic that lets me help" vibes. God. I love their complicated mirroring. One of the hard differences between them is that Callum is very sure dark magic is bad because you have to kill stuff and take its power to cast spells, and he doesn't want to be a person who kills and takes like that. The line he walks to be nice to Claudia on their tour of the Cursed Caldera because he likes her, while telling her that he doesn't want to do her magic, like, ever, is so fine that it might as well be a shifting shadow on the ground. It's a very fitting conversation to be having during the half moon, with its tricks and little white lies.

Callum being out of the castle and his comfort zone, having to deal with the fact that the Claudia he loves is not quite the Claudia who's chasing him down across the kingdom, but of the two of them, he's the only one with a problem with this.

They say that if you really want to get to know someone, you should spend time with them outside their comfort zone - in heavy traffic, with a small baby, taking care of a new pet, trying a new skill, following unfamiliar directions, etc. While the castle is familiar territory for them both, Callum's never really found his comfort zone yet, while Claudia is pretty comfortable with her growing skill set. The creepy part starts to kick in when Callum begins to realize that Claudia's comfort zone encompasses a whole bunch of stuff that seems like it should make her uncomfortable... but it doesn't. But that'll be for a future chapter!

#book two: sky spoilers #book two: sky #b2:s #tdp spoilers #viren #harrow #rayla #runaan #callum #claudia #soren #lujanne #moonshadow elves #aaravos

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Dating Ellie Williams Headcannons

Summary: Headcannons for dating ellie 

A/N: Have this because my last imagine was ass... I think i like writing headcannons way more than imagines lmao 

Warning: TLOU2 spoilers, Mentions of death, PTSD, and NSFW/dirty talk 

Word Count: 1.8k 

- She fell in love with you when she first saw you 

- She had just come to Jackson after the incident with the fireflies 

- You being around the same age as her tommy asked you to show her around and tell her what’s what

- “Ellie this is Y/n, Y/n this is ellie.” Tommy introduced y’all 

-Her heart stopped when she saw you, she couldn’t help the blush that was forming. 

-She couldn’t stop looking at you when you were talking about the shops and sights around Jackson 

- It seemed like you were liked around town, you were friendly to everyone and everyone knew who you were

- She will never forget the thing you said to her when you guys were in front of her new home 

-”Tommy told me a lot about you and i just want you to know, you're safe now.” 

-She felt for the first time she could let go, relax for a minute 

-You helped her move into the garage, trying to make her as comfortable as she could be 

- She wrote about you a lot in her journal, writing poems and drawing pictures of you 

-You guys hung out a lot with Jesse and Dina but she would much rather hang out with you alone 

-You two had become really good friends by the time you guys were 16, i mean Ellie opened up to you more than she did anyone 

-Opening up meaning talking about her interests and some of her favorite childhood memories 

-She was honestly too scared to tell you about her immunity and even more scared to tell you about her past, afraid that she was gonna scare you away 

-You introduced her to cat and you definitely regretted it because cat liked her 

-When they started dating cat was definitely the third wheel because you and Ellie were so closer

-You held Ellies hand when she got her tattoo, she couldn’t hide the blush than but blamed it on the pain 

-You guys shared the same love for music, you showed her most of the music she listened to 

-You would sleep over at her place a lot 

-You guys would watch movies, talk about space and dance horribly to old music 

-Y’all could never get bored of each other

-When you spent the night at her place you would sleep in her bed with her but it was as friends, Ellie didn’t want you sleep on the floor and you didn’t want to force her out of her own bed  

-Ellie would always get so embarrassed when you slept over, she would always go into a gay panic 

-By the time y’all were 18, she was head over heels for you 

-You two were still best friends but her feelings got in the way  so she was distant 

-It got to the point where she didn’t want to be with anyone else, it was either you or no one 

-She didn’t really have time for relationships so she didn’t really mind it 

-She would play guitar for you when you came over, even attempting to teach you 

-Everything she owned was yours and everything you owned was hers 

-”God damn it, where is my Walkman” 

-”Oh, I took it. Mine broke.” 

-Ellie bashed on everyone you liked, Little did she know you liked her 

- You liked the boy who worked at the bar? She had something to say about him 

-You found out she liked you when you two were dancing one night 

-Your arms were wrapped around her neck and hers around your waist, it was like a scene from a movie 

-You both felt the tension, it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy 

-”I’m just a girl.... not a threat.” 

-”Oh ellie... I think they should be terrified of you.” 

-Next thing you know her lips were on yours 

-The kiss felt like it went on forever until you pulled away, panting for air 

-No words exchanged just a smirk and her pulling you out of the church

-She didn’t waste anytime, She’s been waiting for this moment 

-Now that you guys were together, you guys were too powerful 

-You guys spent a lot of time in her garage, i swear you basically lived there 

-You guys could spend hours tangled up together or have heated make out sessions that lead to so much more 

-Soft kisses and 80s movies 

-endless sex i swear this woman is going to be the death of me 

-I have said this before but this girl is always horny, i mean she still has raging hormones  so she’s always on top of you 

-She tries to highlight her tattoo when pleasuring you because she knows it drives you crazy 

-She loves when you sit in her lap, it’s both cute and hella sexy to her

-Her kisses make you lightheaded, like you gotta sit down for a minute after she kisses you 

-She finds your body fascinating, like it sounds cringey but she love everything about you body 

-She likes to explore your body a lot, like what gets the best reaction out of you 

-She’s kinda new to sex, she’s had a fling or two but nothing long term so now she really has to get this shit down

-She’s the top, i said what i said 

-Joel has walked in on you two lots of times 

-”Hey elli... OH FUCK. SORRY, I’m sorry.” He says while covering his eyes 

-You both have to stop for a minute just to laugh your asses off 

-Y’all were really loud too so like y’all got complaints a lot 

-”Sorry, Y/n came over for a minute.” Ellie says busting through the door 

-”Yeah i know, i heard y’all.” Joel joked 

-She makes really bad cheesy pick up lines to you 

-”You know I’m jealous of your heart, because it’s pumping in and out of you and I’m not.” 

-”I’m literally gonna break up with you.’ 

-She never fails to make you laugh

-Her with her fucking puns mama, you can’t hide from her silly side

-Joel is a proud dad, he loves his lesbian daughter and her girlfriend 

-Later on into the relationship ellie fully opens up to you 

-You were tracing her tattoo one day, feeling the bumpiness of it 

-”What happened?’ 

-She debated on telling you, Joel said not to tell anyone 

-She gave in through, telling you about riley, her immunity, her and Joel's trip, even David 

-She ended up crying, you’ve never seen her that broken down before 

-You held her most the day, giving her all the kisses she needed 

-When Joel died, you were basically always with her. Not wanting to leave her alone 

-You were the one that found them. You shook ellie awake,  Letting her sob into your shirt 

-You brought her home, she could barely move. She was in so much shock and pain 

-You cleaned her up and took days off of rounds just to lay in bed with her all day 

-The nights were the worst 

-She would wake up in tears, sweat drenched her body. She would bury her face into her chest, crying her eyes out 

-”I saw him. All the blood..” 

-”I know baby, it’s okay. I’m here.” 

-you guys were still so in love with each other at 20, maybe even more if that was possible 

-The trip to Seattle and trying to kill Abby really brought y’all even closer, seeing sides of each other you guys never had 

-The fear and the defeat you both felt on that trip, it made ellie more in love with you that you stayed 

-You two lived in a small farmhouse after the trip to Seattle, it was nice and quiet 

-You lived like two cottagecore lesbians out in the middle of nowhere, it was a good change 

-Ellie would love to paint you with flowers, she found that you and flowers together created a perfect masterpiece 

-Ellie was kinda a city girl so you had to teach her a lot of stuff, you mostly read books about farms because you didn’t have a clue either 

-You guys lived without pants, like no one was there to see y’all, no one to impress so like fuck it, who needs pants 

-Ellie loved waking up to you in the kitchen, with messy hair and nothing but her t-shirt on.... Yes please 

-To save water y’all would take baths together, it mostly always turned into bath sex 

- Ellie was glued to your side, like wherever you went she was there with you 

-She was very distracting, always kissing up your neck or moving your hips on hers 

-I swear this woman was distracting without meaning to be 

-When she was doing farm work and her tattoo would stand out, it made you want to jump on her every single time 

-Sex with her back then  was great but sex with her now was so much better 

-She really matured a lot, she knew what she wanted and just how to do it 

-Your pleasure came first to her, she loved the feeling of being able to pleasure you 

-Don’t worry, you didn’t leave her out. You made sure she felt just as good as you 

-She wasn’t shy so dirty talk was her thing 

-”Just one more time baby, i wanna see you cum on my fingers one more time.” I’m so gross im sorry AHDS

-She would fuck you on literally everything in the house 

-No one was near to hear y’all and y’all could do it anywhere and at anytime, it was fucking heaven for y’all 

-Y’all were together a lot and although ellie loved it, she knew you liked your alone time 

-She would go into her painting room and play guitar or draw, doing anything to keep her busy 

- After a hour or two went by you would come in and sit on her lap, hinting that  you were getting a bit lonely 

-You were always there for her when she went through her attacks, telling her it was going to be okay and you were here with her 

-”Y/N! I- I can’t.. can’t breath.” 

-”Ellie baby, you're okay. just keep taking deep breaths for me, okay?”

-Seeing her like this broke your heart but you were nothing but patient with her,  she was really thankful for that 

-You never talked about joel or even riley, you knew those were sensitive topics so when she did talked about them you listened and allowed her to rant 

-”You know, I think Riley would’ve really liked you.” 

-”You think so?” 

-”Yeah, she would’ve liked your weird taste in music.’ 

-Ellie dreamed about what it would've been like in a normal world

-She could see you two meeting at a movie theater, hitting it off and eventually getting married, Maybe adopting a kid or two

-She was so in love with you, no matter what you looked like or what your body type was. She loved you 

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!Credits to gif owner!

#the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader #Ellie Williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou ellie

[bqstqnbruin]

I hate it when you stare

Wow here I am with another part, another fic. Ignooooree my typooos. Is this more soft smut? No one told me last time if what I wrote counts so uhhhhhhh

Read the whole series:  I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way you’re always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call // But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

I really do have work to do for my class at 2:30 tomorrow but instead I finished this, so I hope you like this!

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“How is it bullshit? Everyone can tell that we’re in love with each other.”

“So, what, because other people believe it, that automatically means it’s true?”

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Evelina was visiting home for the weekend for her mom’s birthday, which meant that you had the apartment to yourself. From Friday after work until Sunday night, you were free to do whatever you wanted by yourself. Or, you thought you were going to be doing whatever you wanted until your boss texted you saying that he wanted your project finished by Monday so you could present it that afternoon. That meant you were posted up on the couch, your hair tied in a bun on top of your head, a mug full of coffee, another of tea, and a cup with water all in front of you, the blanket normally on the back of your couch now draped over your shoulders. It was a full call to the hungover days you had back in undergrad when you woke up late and were struggling to finish the work you had due the next morning.

“It’s me!” you hear a familiar voice call from the door, snapping you out of what might have been the first and only roll you had been on working on the project.

You look up to see Matthew coming over the couch, plastic bags in hand to plop down on the table. “Remind me to change the locks.”

“That would mean you have to get up to let me in, though,” he sends a wink in your direction.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, even though you felt butterflies throughout your entire body at the sight of him looking so comfortable next to you. It was just because he’s a guy, not because it’s Matthew. You let out a quiet sigh as he fiddles with the remote to your TV. “Who says I wouldn’t leave you in the hallway? Plus, I thought you were supposed to have practice today?” you ask, trying to focus more on your project than on him.

“We’re done, and we don’t have a game for three days for once, so we’re resting up. I figured, why not come see my favorite girl?” he says, resting his hand on your shin once your drape your legs over his lap. 

“Because Taryn is in St. Louis so you settled for me instead?”

He scoffs, slowly running his hand up and down your bare leg while his eyes fixate on the television screen. He had to be able to feel the goosebumps that he was causing with his touch. “Fine, my favorite girl in Calgary unless Taryn is visiting, are you happy?”

“Am I ever happy when I’m around you?” you tease, lifting only your eyes from your screen to look at him. Still staring at the TV, you can see the smile on his face, but it almost looks like his jaw is clenching, like he’s fighting saying something back.

“And how could I not be happy around you when you treat me like that?” Your eyes linger for a second on his smile before scanning the rest of his body. Even under the long-sleeved dry fit shirt he was wearing, you could see the outline of the muscles that graced his abdomen. His arms looked like they were begging to rip the seam of the shirt, and you wanted nothing more than to take it off of him and just let them free. “Do you like what you see, babe?” you hear him say, snapping you out of the thoughts you were convincing yourself meant nothing as he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye. 

“I’m trying to picture you as a more attractive guy,” you lie, “It would be so nice if Elias were here, wouldn’t it?” 

“If you’re implying that you want a threesome, then I don’t think I could do it with a teammate,” he laughs, his fingers tightening around your shin. Would Elias be better than Matthew? Any guy would be better than Matthew, you tell yourself. He’s your best friend, and nothing more. 

“What have I said about being crude?” you ask him, fixating your eyes on the way he’s biting his bottom lip. “I think I’m gonna go get my headphones so I can do this project.” You bolt from the living room to your bedroom, leaving Matthew there by himself while you search for your phone in a panic. 

“Hey, is everything ok?” Evelina says on the other end of the phone call as you try to search for your AirPods in the mess that was your room.

“No, Matthew is here.”

“And that’s bad because?” she asks, drawing out her last word.

Groaning, you drop your phone on your desk, prompting Matthew to call to you asking if you were ok. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” Turning back to Evelina, clearly in a panic that she could hear in your voice, “Matthew is here and I think I’m horny.”

“You’re always horny for him because you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not in love with him and I’m honry because I haven’t been touched by a man in like, three months. It’s starvation.”

You hear her groan on the other end, her parents voices in the background. “Hold on, I need to go into another room,” she says. “Ok, so you really told me two days when you got home that you and Matthew nearly fucked in public  in the liquor store. You have been touched by a man. He was also practically feeling you up at the bar a week ago, might I remind you.” 

“I don’t love him,” you say, unprompted, “And he never even kissed me.”

“Says that hickey that you somehow didn’t notice he gave you?” she says, you turning to your mirror to touch the mark she was talking about. You honestly didn’t know it was there until she said something to you when you walked in the door. “If you don’t love him, why don’t you just tell him to leave?”

“I want company and he’s the only thing I have when you aren’t here. Really, this is all your fault.”

“That was so sweet until you blamed me. If you don’t want him to leave then what’s the problem?”

“Horny,” you say at the same time. “Either do something about it or control yourself, babe, but I’ve gotta go. Miss you, love you,” she says, hanging up when you finally find your AirPods.

Pulling up your playlist so it’s already playing when you get to Matthew, you don’t even look at him as you take your computer back in your lap and throw your legs in his. You can feel his eyes tracing the outline of your body even under the baggy sweatshirt you had on from a college you never went to. 

You had worked for what was probably a solid half hour, Matthew mindlessly rubbing his hand on your leg like he did before, you needing to do everything in your power to stop from thinking about and wanting more. You were interrupted by Matthew reaching over and tugging on the hem of your shorts. “Are you really listening to Christmas music right now?”

“Is it that loud?” you ask, turning the volume down immediately.

“No, I can read your lips. You were mouthing ‘Feliz Navidad,’ and ‘Sleigh Ride.’”

“Oh, then, yes,” your cheeks flushed with embarrassment that you didn’t even realize you were doing that. 

“It’s March, babe.”

“Ok, but Christmas music is fine year round.”

“No?” he questions.

“So I’m going to tell you why you’re wrong,” you start, moving your computer to the table so you don’t drop it, provoking a laugh to escape from his lips, “While I don’t agree with all things in Catholic and the broader Christian doctrine, there are things I can agree with basically because they are up for interpretation, so I interpret them in the way I like. Take, for example, the ninth commandment: love thy neighbor. Some people take it as a literal ‘love thy neighbor’ as in ‘be a good neighbor,’ to the ones who live next door, but I think it’s a matter of caring for those around you, neighbor not being the person immediately next to you wherever you live, but just other people in general.”

“What is your point?” he asks, a devilish grin spread across his face.

“My point is that the Bible, which is the end all be all of Catholic doctrine according to some people, is up for interpretation and people use it the way that benefits them, no matter how wrong they normally are. In Hebrews 13:15, it says, “Through him let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name,” thereby, justifying and promoting listening to Christmas music year round. It praises Jesus, who is one of the persons that make up God, and doing year round is continuous.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“Hey, if people can be assholes and use a 2,000 year old book to try to wrongly justify their bigotry and homophobia, why can’t I use it to rightly justify my listening to christmas music all year?”

“Are you Catholic?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t learn about it and keep the things that I like with me. I’m not Jesuit but I follow their ideals like ‘care for the whole person’ and ‘be a man or woman with and for other.’ And Evelina’s parents are very religious, so we kind of put up a front whenever they visit to please them. They still think we go to Mass every Sunday.” 

“Is that why there’s sometimes a crucifix by the door?” he asks, you nodding along. “And that weird Jesus magnet where he has a chefs hat and it says ‘fish and bread are served’ underneath him?”

“Yeah, I think her dad superglued that to the fridge because no matter how many times we’ve tried to get it off it won’t budge. Plus it’s a reference to another Bible passage.” 

“I went to a Catholic high school, remember? I already knew that.” You can’t help but return the smile he was sending your way, this time your eyes flicking down to his lips, you unsure if his were doing the same. You snap out of it, biting your lip and making eye contact with Matthew, both of you breathing slightly unevenly at just thinking about what you could do with each other. Was Evelina right that you two loved each other?

No, she couldn’t be right, because you didn’t love him. You pick your computer back up to get back to work, not saying another word as Matthew turned back to the TV. You hit a deadend, finding yourself back to staring at Matthew’s perfect face while his eyes narrowed and a small smirk formed on his lips at something funny on whatever movie or show he was watching. 

“Ugh, fuck,” you groan, Matthew’s head snapping to your direction as you cover your face with your hands. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” 

He reaches over and pulls your hands from your face, intertwining his fingers in yours. “Take a break, I brought food for us.” 

“You didn’t cook it yourself, did you?” you ask. The last time he had made food for you, you were sick for a week from what you’re sure was food poisoning from something being undercooked.

He laughs, the pad of his thumb rubbing your palms. You could feel your breathing get shallow by this, trying to ignore it while he’s talking to you. “No, I got it from the store down the road, already made. Mac and Cheese!” he says, pulling it out of the bag.

You roll your eyes at his stupidity. “Matthew, we’ve been sitting here for over two hours, why would you leave that on the table instead of in the fridge?”

“It’s still warm!” he argues, opening it, “Oh and it smells so bad.” You burst out laughing as he cringes, closing it immediately. “I’ll order something else.” 

You get up to go throw out the now rancid mac and cheese in the kitchen. “Hey, where do you want to order from?” you hear Matthew call, walking into the kitchen behind you.

The list. 

It’s on the fridge.

Practically throwing yourself at it to try to tear it down in time, you rip it off the fridge and fold it up in your hand just in time for Matthew to come in. “Are you ok?” he asks you, noticing your slightly faster breathing and your hands behind your back.

“Yeah, the smell was just bad,” you lie to him, shoving the list in the band of your shorts. “And I was looking at the Jesus magnet.” 

“That thing is so creepy,” he says, both of you looking at it. Knowing Matthew, you try as discreetly as possible to move the paper to your front so he can’t feel it as he inevitably presses his front to your back, his arms draping over your shoulders. Without thinking, you reach up to touch his hands as he rests his head on yours. “It’s way too white to be Jesus.”

His arms move their way down your body, settling around your waist as he starts to nibble at your ear. “God, you are so sexy,” you hear him let out.

“You’re awfully handsy lately, aren’t you Matty?”

“Oh come on,” he says, turning you around to face him, practically pinning you against the fridge, “You know we’re always like this with each other.” 

You smile at him, cupping his face in your hands as you run the pads of your thumbs along his cheeks. “We have a weird...” you start, trying to figure out the right word to describe whatever it was you had with him, “friendship,” you settle on, not exactly liking the word yourself as your tried to hide the cringe you were sure was appearing on your face. 

He swallows hard at that word. Even relationship would have been better, even if it were more broad than ‘friendship.’ At least it wasn’t such a narrow word. It felt like even if you didn’t finish the list you didn’t know he knew about, you would never see him as more than a friend. “Well, that’s what makes it my favorite friendship.” 

The two of you stand there for a minute, holding each other and gazing into the others eyes. You could feel your breathing slow down studying Matthew’s facial features again, thinking only of how perfect they looked to you in that moment. “We should figure out where we’re getting food from,” you say, dragging your hands down his chest before dropping him all together. 

He could have stared at you like that forever. He really couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than you, anyone he would want to look at besides you. “What are you in the mood for?” he asks, moving over to the counter. Opening your fridge, you remember you still have the list folded in the band of your shorts, throwing it in before grabbing some water out. “What did you just throw in there?” Matthew asked you, having watched your every move.

“Uh, Evelina and I have this weird list that we’re putting together, it didn’t feel right to have Jesus looking over it all of a sudden,” you tell him, “But now that you had mac and cheese on my mind, I kind of want that.”

“Oh, no, you’re not changing the subject that easily,” he says, trying to reach around you to open the fridge. 

“No, come on, it’s mostly Evelina’s and I don’t know if she would want you seeing it,” you lie, batting your eyes at him and trying to contort your face to make it look like you would cry if he tried anything else. He couldn’t see the list of things you hate about it. He couldn’t find out about it. 

He sighs, knowing he wasn’t going to win this one. “I ordered you mac and cheese but I’ll pay for it if you tell me the subject of the list?” he tries to bargain. 

“Uh, it’s a list of kinks,” you lie, not knowing what else to say, and usure why that was the first thing that came to mind.

His eyes go wide, pretending to be shocked. It was the list of ten things you hate about him. It had to be. He grins anyway, trying to hide the pain he felt knowing that the list was already started, and probably nearly finished at this point, “Are any of them your kinks?” 

“Yeah,” you start to lie to him again, a grin on your face, “One of them says, ‘When Matthew leaves me alone.’”

He scrunches up his face, pretending to be hurt by your comment as he walks back to your living room. “Oh you know just how to break my heart, pretty girl.” You follow him, plopping down next to him on your couch. 

You pick up your computer, snuggling into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you. “I have no desire to do this project.” 

“Why don’t we watch something on TV then and you can work again after we eat?” he suggests. You nod, putting the computer back down, surrendering to his pout. You feel him kiss the top of your head, scrolling through the channels. “What about Lilo and Stitch?” he asks when he finds it on one of the channels. 

“Ugh, I love this movie, but the American treatment of Hawaiians is awful, and I just can’t help but think about it every time I watch,” you say, thinking you were being annoying. “Sorry,” you apologize. Evelina was used to your rants, even if you were sure she normally tuned them out. You didn’t think Matthew wanted to listen to another rant from you. 

“Don’t get me started?” he asks, referring to the game you and the guys played at the bar.

“Don’t get me started on the American colonization of Hawaii. The Cookes’ went to Hawaii and pretty much obliterated the royal bloodline. The king of Hawaii had the Cookes build boarding schools for the royal children, with good intentions that they would be able to educate his children on royal customs to effectively rule their land. Instead, the Cookes took the Hawaiian customs and told them they were wrong, imparting their own customs on them, instead. They wanted he land for America, they wanted to eliminate the Hawaiian culture and make them as American as possible,” you say. “The Hawaiian people were a very sex positive people, but oh no, American Catholic education and their ‘no sex is the safest sex’ ideal stopped the children from living the lives they grew up expected to live. If a boy was found in a girls room doing anything in these boarding schools, they would beat the children as punishment, and probably other things that weren't even recorded. There are actually a decent number of Wikipedia pages that have had this information erased, like when you go back into the edit history. The sources, as they claimed, weren’t valid, but in reality they weren’t the Cookes’ American-centric description of these schools. They even went so far as introducing sports into the schools as ‘an antidote to the worst evil of all: sexual promiscuity,’” you comment, drawing a laugh from Matthew. “Because we all know how much athletes hate sex, right?” 

You look up at Matthew, him beaming down at you as Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride starts ironically playing in the background, “Yeah, we hate that,” he whispers. You swallow hard, trying to ignore any feelings that might be coming up at the sight of Matthew biting his bottom lip. 

“American’s always just insert themselves where they don’t belong,” you finish, settling your head back onto his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Why do you know all of this?” he asks.

You shrug, not really sure how to answer, “I don’t know. When I’m doing work I see one word and it sends my mind into this never ending tangent and I end up looking up stuff online and reading for hours.” 

“You really are the smartest person I know,” he says with a sigh, “Why hasn’t Ev told her parents about hiding the Catholic stuff until they come?” 

You shrug, “I don’t know. I never asked, she just told me it was something she needed to do, so I did it with her. That’s her own cross to bear,” you say, taking a minute to realize the really bad pun you just made. “Ah! See what I did there!” you practically yell, Matthew groaning.

“On that note, I think I need to leave,” he jokes, getting up off the couch.

“Oh, come on, no!” you beg, taking him by the hand and trying to drag him back down to the couch. “I don’t want you to leave,” you let out as he pulls you off the couch. 

“Really?” he asks you, sitting back down on the couch, your hands still connected.

Standing over him you nod as he pulls you into his lap, straddling him. He pulls you as close to him as you can, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. Your mind flashes back to the liquor store, the feeling that came over you as he worked his way along your body like you had a feeling he was about to do again. 

“Come on Matthew, you know this isn’t something we do,” you tease, even though you can’t help but look at his lips, the urge to kiss him creeping up on you as you tried desperately to suppress it. If any guy had taken you into his lap like Matthew just did, you would want to do the same thing. You were just desperate for a man, not desperate for Matthew. 

“We can’t do anything?” he teases, going for your neck again. You let out a moan, praying that he doesn’t leave any more marks that you’ll have to cover up later. 

“Wait,” you say to him, pulling him off of you. He looks slightly upset, not sure what to do next. ‘Ah, fuck it,’ you think to yourself, pulling his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the side and returning the favor of the hickey he gave you. You suck on his skin, listening to the moans that escaped from his lips this time, feeling him grow hard the longer you were at it. He clenches his hands on your butt, pulling you even closer to him. You work your way up his neck and to his jaw, his grip getting tighter the closer you were to his lips. You had no idea what was coming over you and causing you to want to do this, but nothing in that moment felt better. Nothing in your life had ever felt better as you kissed his face the way he did to you the other day, hearing him moan more and more with every connection you made. 

Your lips are millimeters from his, both of you practically begging the other for connection when you’re startled by the sound of Matthew’s phone ringing. You both laugh, foreheads pressed together. One more second and it would have happened. “I think that means our food is here.” 

“Perfect fucking timing,” he mutters, not loud enough for you to hear as you get up to go grab the food. He couldn’t believe you just did that. He checks his neck in his phone camera, seeing it littered with the red marks you had left for him. He reaches up to touch them, smiling for some reason. There’s no way this list would work against him, would it? 

You come back, him practically throwing his phone so you don’t see what he’s doing, settling down on the couch with each other eating the food. Your mind starts racing with thoughts about what just happened. There was no way you really wanted that, did you? Well, you wanted a man’s touch, but it didn’t necessarily have to be Matthew. It could be any guy. 

‘I have another thing for the list,’ you text Evelina, your eyes moving between your phone screen and his hands holding his food, careful not to look up at his face.

‘Good, god, what?’

‘I hate the way he stares,’ you send her, finally looking up, not taking your eyes off Matthew as the two of you can’t help but stare at each other.

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[everybodyscupoftea]

pursuit of happiness

college rafe x reader

three times rafe is denied and one time he isn’t

this is literally just 3k words of smut

pls let me go back to writing fluff after this, i beg

(warnings: cursing, smut)

Moving in with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce was the best decision you ever made. You’d met Topper freshman year and the two of you continued to hang out after the class you had together ended. He had to endure all your complaints about your roommate and how expensive living alone the next year was going to be because you had no intention of signing another lease with her again.

Then, suddenly, he provided you with an out. The two of you were sitting in the library, sipping on coffee, taking a study break, when he interrupted your latest tirade with, “My buddies and I have an extra bedroom.”

“What?”

“One’s name is Rafe, his dad owns the house so we get to live there rent free. All we have to do is pay utilities. We’ve been looking for a fourth roommate to fill that bedroom, so if you have no issues living with three dudes, the room is yours.”

Which of course you had no fucking qualms about it, so you responded, “God yes, when can I move my stuff?”

He laughed and told you he’d talk to Rafe and Kelce about it and get back to you. Of course, you were slightly worried about living with two guys you’d never met before, but it was an opportunity you felt that you couldn’t pass up. Pushing the worries to the back of your mind, you moved in and that was that.

Kelce was very chill; his room was across from yours and the two of you shared a bathroom. He was your designated drinking buddy, both of you being huge fans of Claws, and there was an entire shelf in the fridge set aside for the two of your’s stock. Kelce also heard all your school breakdowns and swore to keep them to himself. Sometimes he’d even leave a drink outside your door and knock to let you know.

Rafe was very flirty from the jump, and you were adamant you wouldn’t make things messy in the house by hooking up with him. Then, after several months of friendship, he started showing interest in you that went past sex, and well, he was cute. You decided to give him a shot.

It was great. The two of you managed to keep things chill in the house, not letting fights get too out of hand. Plus the separate bedrooms for a degree of separation if necessary. Topper and Kelce’s one thing was that they never wanted to hear two of their closest friends have sex. That was maybe easier said than done because Rafe really liked sex.

Because of that, one finals season, your most intense one yet, led you into a predicament. To be fair, you didn’t really realize what was going on until he finally snapped.

One

Your stats class had been kicking your ass all semester. It was boring and complicated and your test grades had been dropping every test, the last being a 67. After doing the math with your professor, he told you it was still possible to get an A if you managed to get an 88 on the comprehensive final because it would replace your lowest test grade.

You had been ecstatic, but of course, that also meant you had to reteach yourself an entire semester of stats in two weeks for the final. The kitchen was your favorite stats homework place, there wasn’t the distraction of being in your room, you could play your music out loud unlike in the library or a coffee shop, and it was close to the snacks.

The guys mostly stayed out of your way, preoccupied with their own classes and spring training for football, so you got the run of the house. One afternoon, he got home from practice to see you sitting at the bar in the kitchen, chewing aimlessly at a highlighter while reading about z-scores.

Lately, both of you had been pretty busy, and the two of you hadn’t had sex in at least a week. Rafe really missed you, and watching you biting at the highlighter had him feeling some sort of way. He pushed his sweaty hair out of his face as you took it out of your mouth to highlight some important formulas.

Replacing the highlighter with your bottom lip, you started working on it instead. He gulped and quickly fixed a glass of water to drink while waiting for you to speak to him. You could feel him watching you, but there were two practice problems at the end of the section you wanted to try before taking a quick study break to greet him.

Pulling your notebook across the counter to start working them out, you let go of your lip and subconsciously poked your tongue out a little. Rafe knew it was your focus face, and normally it didn’t do anything to him, but he knew exactly what that mouth was capable of and he missed it.

With a sigh, you pushed the notebook away after checking the answers and set a ten-minute break timer on your phone. Finally smiling at Rafe, you held your arms out for him to come give you a hug. He squeezed you tight and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “How’s the studying going, babe?”

“It’s going. I’m about halfway through the semester material, so just gotta keep moving along. It is getting easier to understand and I’m getting the practice problems right more often than not, so that’s good I guess.”

Rafe brushed some hair out of your face, “Told you that you could do it.”

You smiled, “Yeah, should’ve just put some effort in the first time around. Hindsight.”

Without realizing, you’d started biting at your lip again, and before he could stop it, Rafe brought his hand up and tugged it until you let it go. Just as you were about to ask what that was about, his lips crashed onto yours.

Letting out a surprised noise, it took you a few seconds to process what was happening and start kissing back. His big hands gripped your hips and lifted you up onto the counter for a better angle as he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered as his hand traced your kneecap a few times, and you put both of your hands in his still damp hair, pulling him even closer. Rafe groaned as you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your ankles, keeping him close.

His mouth trailed down your neck, halfheartedly sucking as his hand stroked up and down your leg, getting closer to your core with each one. Your head fell back as he finally traced you over your underwear, and before he could apply any real pressure, your alarm went off, startling both of you.

Ripping away from his lips with a gasp, you placed a hand over your heart in attempt to steady it and dropped your legs from around his waist. Rafe put both of his hands on the counter next to you and dropped his head with a groan, “Please tell me we can keep going.”

You squeezed his shoulder sympathetically, “Afraid not, Cameron. Now go shower, you reek, and maybe after, we can order some dinner and watch TV if I can manage to get through the rest of this chapter.”

He gave a little mock salute with another dramatic sigh before disappearing into his and Topper’s shared bathroom.

Two:

One afternoon, you were sitting on the couch doing some reading for your ethics class when you decided, fuck it, the weather was so nice, it’d be a good tanning day. Rafe was out in the backyard doing a workout, so you’d have company, and you could still do the reading.

You quickly went and changed into your bikini and grabbed a towel and some sunscreen. Rafe looked up from his pushups to see you standing there and smiled at you, “What’s up, baby?”

“Gonna come tan while I read for this final and keep you company.”

He finished up and stood, “I’ll be sure to show off extra.”

You laughed, “I’ll barely be paying attention. Reading, remember?”

Rafe winked, “You say that now.”

With an eyeroll, you sat down and held out the sunscreen, “Get my back.”

He sauntered over as you opened your book back up and picked up where you’d left off. Rafe squatted down, moving your hair out of the way, and started slowly rubbing sunscreen all over your back and shoulders. You groaned at the mini massage and before he could walk away asked, “Babe, can you untie the strings in the back, I don’t want a weird tan line.”

Rafe paused, hesitating, before slowly pulling the strings until the fell to your sides. He cleared his throat, “That it?”

“Yeah, babe, thank you,” you responded, blowing him a kiss, before refocusing on your textbook.

Unbeknownst to you, Rafe was utterly distracted by you laying there. Your skin practically glowed in the sun and every time he dropped down to the ground during burpees, he got a gratuitous view of side boob. You shifted, your top twisting to where he felt he was dangerously close to seeing nipple and he gulped.

After about 10 minutes, you finished the chapter and decided to roll over for a little break. You tried to get everything back in place and flipped over, pulling the top strings over your head to stop that tan line and shielded your eyes to look at Rafe.

He was already staring at you, or your boobs, at least. You quickly double checked to make sure you weren’t giving all your neighbors’ backyards a show, and then looked at Rafe again when you were sure you weren’t.

“You gonna do some more squats or are you just going to stare at me.”

Rafe shook his head and strode over to you, squatting down next to you, “Can’t focus on proper form when you’re laying over here practically topless.”

You pouted, “Too bad, I was enjoying the show.”

He laughed and bent down over you to give you a kiss, surprised when you linked an arm around his neck to extend it longer than the peck he had planned. Switching from a squat to his knees, Rafe put more pressure into the kiss, and you tugged until he moved over you more, one leg going between yours.

You arched up so his thigh was pressed against you and started slowly grinding. Rafe growled and started slowly rubbing off on your leg. Pulling away from his lips with a gasp, you threw your head back and he picked one hand up to push your bikini top off. One of your hands slid into his hair, tugging in time with his hips.

Just as you were getting close, the back door slammed and you heard Kelce’s exasperated, “Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me?”

With a squeal, you grabbed the bikini top and covered your chest while Rafe dropped his head with a loud groan, “Dude, why?”

Kelce gave the two of you an incredulous look, “Maybe because you’re in public. The fence isn’t solid and we have kids living two houses down. Chill the fuck out, you horny bastards.”

Rafe sighed and pulled back, helping you adjust your top back, before asking, “Bedroom?” with a hopeful look on his face.

You shut your eyes, really wanting to, before shaking your head with a sigh of your own, “Can’t. I need to get through these few chapters.”

“Well I need you,” he responded with a pout.

You laughed and patted his shoulder, “Take a cold shower, buddy, maybe next time.”

Three:

It was Wednesday night which meant that it was Rafe’s night to sleep in your room. He’d been giving you some space to read over your study guides, but he was tired and wanted to spend extra time in your presence, so he went to your room fairly early and laid down in bed next to you.

What he wasn’t prepared for was for you to be propped up against the headboard wearing nothing but one of his football t-shirts, that had his name and number on the back, and a pair of panties. Your legs were sprawled way open, giving him a View when he walked in.

Rafe cursed lowly and shut the door, a little harder than necessary, causing you to look up at him in confusion. You asked, “Ready for bed already?”

He shrugged, “Wanted to spend some time with you, you’ve been so busy lately.”

You sighed, “I know, but tomorrow is my last final, so we can hang out after.”

“Hang out,” Rafe mimicked with air quotes before laying down next to you. He pressed his head into your thigh and you took the hint, starting to stroke his hair.

You went back to your reading, trying to focus because it was getting late and you wanted some good sleep before your last 8 a.m. final. After a few minutes of absentmindedly playing with his hair, you felt one of his hands pushing the hem of the shirt up your leg.

Looking over at him, you realized he wasn’t looking at your face, but at your leg as your panties came into view. Rafe reached out to touch the edge of them and you cleared your throat, swatting his hand away, “Cameron, let me finish this.”

Rafe grumbled, “No, you let me finish,” under his breath and you held in a laugh at his dramatic pout.

Going back to your reading, you ignored his pointed sighs and shifting around. When you reached the end of the study guide, you set it to the side and looked at the clock, seeing it was past 10. Rafe sat up eagerly and gently grabbed your arm, but you turned the lamp off and slid under the covers, “I have to sleep, Rafe. Early final tomorrow.”

He actually outright whined, “You’re wearing my shirt, and it’s hot, and I’m horny. Please, for the love of god, let me get off.”

“Tomorrow,” you promised, linking pinkies with him in the dark.

“Fine,” he grumbled, settling in next to you with one last huff.

+ One:

Rafe was gone to workouts when you got back from your test and you knew he wouldn’t be back for at least another 30 minutes, so you pulled your shorts off to wait for him, yet again wearing one of his football shirts.

You weren’t waiting for long after texting Rafe to come straight to your room when he got home. He burst through the door, still sweating a little and you wrinkled your nose, “Why do you never fucking shower in the locker room?” He opened his mouth to answer and you sighed, “You know what, never mind. Just come over here.”

Barely taking the time to close the door, Rafe came over, putting both of his hands on the bed and leaning down to kiss you. Dropping to his knees, Rafe started kissing down your neck and wasted no time in pushing the shirt up and tugging your panties to the side.

He stroked through your folds a few times before bending down and licking where his fingers just were. Nudging your clit with his nose, Rafe teased your entrance with his tongue and you grabbed onto his hair with a gasp.

Rafe dipped his tongue in briefly before going back to teasing you, throwing your legs over his shoulder when you tried to clamp your thighs around his head. He took his time, inserting one finger while holding you still with his other hand.

You leaned back, resting your weight on one hand behind you, the other still clinging to his hair. When he got to three fingers, he nudged your clit one more time with his nose before pulling away completely, and you cried out, trying to pull him back with your legs still around his shoulders.

“Patience, baby,” he told you, stripping completely and getting a condom. He sat on the bed and motioned for you to climb onto his lap. With shaky legs, you crawled over to where he was sitting up, against the headboard, and sank down onto him.

He exhaled shakily, hands going up to your shoulders to trace the letters of his name, and you took it as encouragement to lift up a little before sinking back down. With a groan, he leaned forward and started nipping at your neck, carelessly sucking a mark onto your collarbone.

One of his hands gripped your hip as you leaned forward so your chests were brushing and you sped up a little. Rafe groaned, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple and he pushed you back a little, stripping the shirt off fully before pulling you back to press your bare chest to his.

You were getting close, movements sloppier, and Rafe took initiative, trying to help you by thrusting his hips up in time with you. Dropping a hand, you started rubbing your clit, and Rafe snapped his hips one last time before coming, groaning loudly into the empty room.

With one last whine, you came, seconds after him, slumping forward into his chest while you tried to catch your breath. He rubbed your back gently as the two of you recovered and you smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone, “There, was that what you wanted?”

Rafe laughed, “Yes, thank you, sweetheart.”

Climbing off his lap, you motioned toward the door, “Good, now you can go shower because for real, you reek. Please use the showers in the locker room, I’m sure some of my tuition money funds those facilities.”

He stood up and held a hand out to you, “Share a shower?”

You stared at his hand for a few seconds, pretending to debate, and he huffed before reaching down to lift you off the bed. With a squeal, you told him, “Put me down, you can’t just manhandle me.”

Rafe laughed and carried you to the bathroom, “Come on, baby, you know you love showering with me.”

“Only because it’s good for the environment.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks smut #obx #college rafe

[ssa-babygirl]

Out of My League [Part 1]

Pairing: High school!Spencer Reid x Popular!Reader

Word count: 3.7k (god i don’t shut up do i)

Summary: Spencer begins tutoring you in chemistry, and the two of you bond (I would say no pun intended but fuck it that was GOOD so I’ll say pun intended)

Warning(s): Mentions of bullying, mental illness, some swearing, I made one joke about herpes??? sorry if thats a sore spot with anyone, light angst and pining, Reader POV

Author’s Note: Here it is, folks!! The first official part! I’ so grateful for all the feedback I got on the prologue, I’m glad y’all are liking it, I hope you like this part just as much!! Next part I’m gonna have some baby spencer, and by that I mean whole ass adult spencer that just looks baby

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You absolutely despised chemistry. It’s boring. It’s simultaneously stupid and ridiculously complicated. You weren’t dumb, you were a decent student in all your other classes, but science was never your strong suit. You preferred literature over litmus paper any day. Unfortunately, your failing grade was bringing down your entire GPA, just below the requirement for you to stay on the cheerleading squad. Your coach recommended you get a tutor, or else you were off the team. So you went to the library to see the peer tutoring program, and all of them were booked. The next best thing would be the kid genius in your class. He was probably a better first choice, honestly, but you figured he’d be booked with other students too.

He wasn’t like other kids in your class, not just because he actually cared and was a good student, he was also twelve years old. The kid was a prodigy. He was bullied a lot because of this because no one really understood him. That’s probably why he looked so terrified when you approached him after class one day.

“Hey, Spencer!”

His eyes grew wide as he stared back at you, saying nothing.

“I was just wondering if you were available for tutoring?”

“Oh, uh, um, y-yeah, in chemistry?”

“Yeah, what are your rates like? Like say we do an hour every other day, how much would that be?”

“Oh! N-no charge.”

“Really?”

“The first couple of sessions can be a trial run, I don’t want your money if you’re not benefiting from it.”

That made you smile, this kid was so nice and you just wished that people actually cared about that instead of the dumb shit they bullied him for. Sure, he was skinny and short and dorky and you know, a literal twelve-year-old boy, but if someone would take time to know him, they’d see he’s a good kid.

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t wanna waste your time if you have other students.”

“I don’t, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Great! Are you free after school today?”

He nodded and avoided all eye contact before scurrying out of the room to his next class.

~~~

You met up later in the library. You greeted each other politely with simple hi’s and hey’s and nothing more. Then it was time to pour over your books for an hour and try to force the puzzle pieces into place and hope something finally clicked. Balancing molecular equations physically hurt. Just when you thought you got it all right, Spencer reminded you that you still had to balance the oxygen, which was always bonded with something else, which threw off the whole equation. Every time you made a mistake you just let out a groan and set your head on the table.

“It’s a lot of math, a lot of people have a hard time with it, don’t feel bad.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.”

“You’re not! It’s an easy mistake.”

“You don’t make mistakes like that.”

“That’s because I’ve been taking advanced math classes for the past two years, I’m good at this stuff.”

“You’re good at everything, you're a literal genius.”

“There are people who aren’t geniuses who are good at this sort of thing, just look at Johnny Abrams in our class. He answers every question Mrs. Gustin asks and I once saw him put his backpack on his car’s roof and start driving ‘cuz he forgot it was there. He’s just been practicing. That’s why we’re here, right?”

He always reassured you. Always told you that you weren’t stupid. You weren’t dumb. He always smiled when you got questions right and told you you were doing a good job. When your hour was up, you said goodbye and went home. 

Spencer’s mini lectures aside, most of your sessions were sparse in the conversation department. The first time he went off on a side about some chemistry facts, you couldn’t keep up. You just sat there, jaw hanging while he went into detail about saponification, which wasn’t even in this lesson.

“Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Did we learn that in class? Cuz if we did, I’m screwed.”

“No, not yet at least.”

“How do you just… know that?”

Spencer avoided your eyes once again, something he did more than spouting random facts, “I read a lot.”

That’s how it happened the first time. All it took was you asking one question about different types of reactions for him to launch into another spiel. You figured you’d have to know it at some point, so you started writing down whatever you could catch from his fast-paced speech, taking notes in bullet points.

“And that-- Oh. Y-You don’t need to do that, that’s not even on the curriculum.”

“Well, I gotta keep up with you somehow, right?” You glanced up from your page and flashed an almost challenging smirk as you saw him stifle a smile as he avoided all eye contact with you, as per usual. He then cleared his throat and got back to the actually assigned chapter.

The more he went off on tangents, the more he realized you weren’t stopping him. He was actually able to make chemistry sound interesting to you, which is strange, but it was easier to understand through how he explained it all. Something told you that he wasn’t used to having someone listen to what he said, because he just lit up when he talked about this stuff. He was clearly passionate about it, so why would you make him feel bad about it? He always apologized, but you always reassured him it was no big deal. 

You didn’t know it at the time, but the kid was falling hard. This pretty, older girl was paying attention to him and didn’t think he was annoying? The bar may have been on the floor for young Spencer, but you were perfect to him. Eventually, he was able to look you in the eyes when you spoke to one another, he even smiled at you when you joked with him. That was another thing: you joked with one another now. You both warmed up to one another as your sessions continued. You said hi to each other in the hallways, you ruffled his hair as a greeting, he accepted your high-five requests every time you got something right.

You still didn’t talk outside of class much, which is why he was caught so far off guard by you calling his name from across the cafeteria as you approached his table.

“Hey, dude! Is it cool if we squeeze in an extra session today? I got a test tomorrow.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem, but, uh, it’s Thursday. Don’t you have practice after school?”

You did. And you had to be there because you had a competition this weekend.

“Yeah, I was wondering if we could meet after?”

“When does it end?”

“Five.”

“Library closes at four.”

“I know, but would it be too much of a hassle if I just… Pick you up tonight and we head back to my house to study?”

You could physically see his brain shut down in his eyes. After he realized he needed to respond, he picked his jaw up off the floor and gulped hard.

“Or you can stay after and hang out at practice and I can just drive you home?”

“Y-Yeah, um, yeah, tha-that works, I can, uh, yeah, we can do that.”

Spencer brought his books and homework and tried his hardest to not make it obvious he was staring at you while you danced. You looked like you were having so much fun and he loved seeing you happy and smiling with your friends like that, it was hard for him to look away and focus long enough to read a sentence, which is saying something, considering it does not take him long to read a sentence. 

After practice wrapped up, you told him to go wait by your car while you changed out of your uniform. The girls in the locker room were talking just as loudly as always, only this time, it was about something you actually cared about hearing.

“I mean, really, what was that little creep doing watching us today?” You heard one girl sneer.

“So fucking gross, I don’t wanna know where his prepubescent head was.” Another girl laughed.

You had to step in. You had to say something.

“I’m his ride home. He’s my chemistry tutor and I have a test tomorrow, so back off the kid, he didn’t do shit to you anyway.”

The squad learned to watch their mouths around you after that.

~~~

The neon glow of the golden arches shone through your car’s windows as you pulled into the McDonald’s drive-thru line.

“This isn’t your house,” noted Spencer, sounding confused.

You grinned, “Oh, shit… no way! Wow! I’m so glad my tutor is a genius! I would have never guessed this was not my family home!”

He let himself laugh for a moment, “Okay, okay, fine. Why are we here?”

“Uh… to get food? Duh.”

“But what about your food at home?”

“My mom’s visiting my dad, he works in D.C., and I haven’t gotten a chance to go grocery shopping this week, so I can’t cook for you. What do you want?”

“You don’t have to get me anything.”

“No, I insist, it’s almost dinner time. Lemme get you something. As a thank you for squeezing in an extra cramming sesh?”

“It’s fine! Really.”

“Hey, Reid, come on,” you attempt to stifle a stupid giggle as you gesture to the rather large window displaying the playroom inside, “you are a guest in my home!”

Spencer shakes his head and chuckles, but doesn’t dare let you think he found you funny, “I’ll have chicken nuggets.”

“Happy meal?”

He tried to look offended at your clarification, but he quickly dropped the facade, “Yes. Extra fries, please.”

“Of course, buddy.” You pulled up further to the ordering station, catching a glimpse at the menu and the ads they had displayed on it, “Oh no way! They have Strawberry Shortcake toys! I used to collect those when I was a kid!”

Spencer saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but smile at your childlike excitement, “Do you want my happy meal toy?”

You bit your lip and hesitated before throwing all shame to the wind and saying yes. Because it was Spencer. He got excited over chemistry, he had no right to judge you on your old Strawberry Shortcake doll collection.

After you got your food, you drove back to your house, and you ate together at your kitchen island while Spencer quizzed you on the last chapter. He had asked you eighteen questions so far, and you had answered all of them correctly. 

“Okay, this last one is for the Strawberry Shortcake--”

“Her name is Orange Blossom.”

“Whatever, this last one is for the Orange Blossom toy: Which type of reaction is represented by this equation?” He showed you his notebook where he had written a molecular equation.

“Substitution.”

“Correct! Now balance it.”

Your shoulders slouched as the pride drained from your body.

“Please don’t make me.”

“This is going to be on the test, Y/N, you have to know it.”

“What’s one wrong question, really?”

“You and I both know she’s not going to put just one balancing question on the test.”

“Fine.” You grumbled, grabbing a pencil and sliding his notebook closer to you. You worked it out after a few minutes, but everything looked right, and judging by Spencer’s proud grin, everything was.

He reached for the figurine, still in the plastic bag, and handed it to you, “You’re gonna do great tomorrow, Y/N.”

You took Orange Blossom from his hands and danced around the kitchen with it, overwhelmed with the sudden feeling of confidence you gained from nailing this practice session. You heard Spencer’s small laugh from behind you, causing you to turn around and face the boy as he lovingly mocked you.

Studying at your place became a regular thing after that, even when your mom was home. She loved him. She always invited him for dinner if she was home. He rarely took her up on the offer, but it was nice having him around the house with you. Study sessions turned into just plain hanging out. You spent more time bonding over Doctor Who than chemistry some nights, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

~~~

When Alexa Lisben invited him to meet her at the football field you were skeptical. You had good reason to be. She was never very nice to you or Spencer. You were able to be civil with her for the sake of the cheerleading squad, but something about her just didn’t sit right with you. You tried to warn him, but he wouldn’t listen. He seemed offended at the notion that Alexa would do something horrible to him. How dare you imply that the only reason someone would be interested in him would be to pull a fucked up prank?

“I’m not like you, Y/N, I don’t have a line of people waiting around for a date, no one’s ever had a crush on me before, and-and now that someone other than you is being nice to me, you’re telling me that they have some sort of ulterior motive?”

“Spencer. I know these girls, I’ve seen the guys they go for--”

“And I’m not like them?”

“No! You’re a sweet kid, you’re nothing like those guys and they’re gonna take advantage of that.”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying I’m just a kid!”

“You’re not! That came out wrong--”

“Listen, Y/N, I’m going whether you want me to or not, so if you really want to keep babying me, by all means, stay after and wait with me.”

“I don’t wanna baby you!”

“So stop it!”

You didn’t want to fight with him anymore, you weren’t his mother. “Ok, Spencer, fine. I’m sorry. You should go. How about you meet me in the library after and you can tell me all about it over McDonald’s? My treat.”

He warmed up and agreed.

So you waited in the library until four, and then you started to get worried. You went to grab something from your gym locker before you left to look for him and heard some girls from the squad gossiping about “the little dork.” Your blood started to boil as you heard the way they talked about Spencer. Your jaw only clenched harder as you recognized one of the girls’ voices as Alexa Lisben’s.

You poked your head around the lockers that divided the aisles and tried to manage a calm voice, “Hey Alexa? Spencer actually said he was meeting up with you today, do you know where he is?”

She just laughed and said, “I can’t believe you actually care about that loser.”

“He’s my friend.” All attempts to remain level-headed were tossed aside, “Where the fuck is he, what did you do to him?”

You could feel yourself starting to cry. It’s your fault, you weren’t there, you tried to warn him, but now you don’t know where he is or what he’s thinking or--

“Check the field.”

You sprinted out to the football field and saw him stripped down to his briefs, blindfolded, and tied to a goal post. You could kill Alexa. You actually considered turning right around and unleashing hell on that locker room, but your friend needed help. He was crying so hard he didn’t hear you coming until you called his name. You immediately went to untie him and grab his clothes from the fence beside him.

“You were right.” He sniffled, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m not mad, I’m sorry, I should have been there, I could have helped you--”

“No, you couldn’t. There were too many people.”

“How many were there? Who did this?”

“Y/N, please--”

“No, Spencer, tell me what happened.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!”

You know when to stop, so you just shut your mouth while he got dressed, “Get in the car, I’m taking you home.”

You didn’t say a word to him as he buckled his seatbelt and you could tell he appreciated it. You just drove to McDonald’s and got him his usual. You parked in the parking lot and ate your food in almost silence, save for the radio in the background.

“You don’t have to tell me what exactly happened, you could pretend none of this ever happened, I won’t mind, it’s okay, but I just need you to know, Spencer, say the word and she’s dead. I have so much dirt on her, you have no idea, I can destroy her.”

“Don’t.”

“Okay, I won’t. At least give me names. I will personally make sure none of those boys ever get a date again.”

“Y/N, please.”

“I’m serious, I’ll tell everyone they have herpes.”

“I know you are and that’s what scares me, please don’t, I don’t wanna make things worse.”

You decide to drop it because if he doesn’t wanna talk about it, he needs a distraction.

After you finish your food, you ask him “Your house or mine?”

“Yours. Please.”

You drove back to your house and got yourselves set up on the couch in front of the TV, turning on an episode of Doctor Who that you had recorded. You made him popcorn as he curled up on your couch, clutching a pillow. You were mostly quiet for the rest of the night, but when you did talk, it was to ask him a question about the show or if any of the science was accurate. It was the best you could do to keep him mind off things. Eventually, he fell asleep and you felt too bad to wake him. He got up by himself around midnight, jolting awake as if from a nightmare, and considering how the last few hours had been for him, it probably was one.

“Hey, bud, I’m here, it’s me.” You didn’t touch him, knowing he got overstimulated sometimes when he got really stressed, but he felt around for you on the couch next to him, needing to know you were really there this time. You patted his hand when it reached across the cushion for you.

“What time is it?”

“Way too late for you to be here, let’s get you home.”

He nodded, slowly rising to his feet and looking for his backpack, which you reminded him he had left in the car. Your hand hovered above his head for a moment before he lazily drifted into you as he walked. You took this as an okay to touch him, so you ruffled his hair before loosely slinging an arm around his shoulders as you guided him to your car.

The drive back to Spencer’s wasn’t too long, thankfully, because you were sure his parents would be furious with him and the kid’s been through enough today. You wanted to take all the heat without making them think you kidnapped him. The lights were still on when you pulled into the driveway. They were probably worried sick about him.

When you knocked on the door, a frantic woman with short blonde hair opened it. When she saw Spencer, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the house, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Who are you? What are you doing with my son?”

“He didn’t do anything wrong, Mrs. Reid. I’m Y/N, he’s been tutoring me.”

“How do you know me? Spencer, what did you tell her?” She looked at him and back at you, “Get off my property and stay away from us!”

“Mom, she’s a fr--”

“Go up to your room, don’t come out.” She didn’t sound like an angry parent reprimanding her son, she sounded almost... scared.

A million alarms were going off in your head, and you needed to try to get through to her, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, he was helping me study and we lost track of time, it’s not his fault.”

“I don’t care, I don’t know you, get off my property!”

You decided it was best not to argue, so you hurried back to your car and drove home as quickly as possible so you could shower and go to bed and pray that Spencer would be okay tonight.

~~~

Your phone rang early the next morning. You rolled out of bed to answer it, sprinting to the hall table to take it off the stand. Checking the caller ID, you realized it was from a number you didn’t recognize. Answering it, you heard Spencer’s voice on the other side.

“Hello, this is Spencer, is Y/N home?”

“Yes, you woke me up on a Saturday morning, where else am I gonna be, kid?” Your voice was scratchy as you struggled to fight off the sleep still clawing at your throat.

“Sorry about that. I was just calling to apologize for last night.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“N-No, I’m not in trouble, I just wanted to explain why my mother was all--”

“She was worried, I get it.”

“N- she… My mother is a paranoid schizophrenic, she doesn’t do well with strangers. She doesn’t even remember what she said to you last night, she was having one of her episodes. She was just confused.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You were so shocked by his sudden revelations, you just stayed silent. You didn’t want him to think he scared you, so you had to say something. And apparently, that something was “Oh.”

“She wanted to apologize, but she’s just a bit embarrassed, so I called for her.”

“N-No, it’s okay, I…” It was suddenly so hard to say you understood because while it made sense to you, you wouldn’t fully understand what he or his mom was going through, you didn’t understand it, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind. He was just glad it didn’t bother you. After the events of yesterday, he couldn’t afford to lose you.

“Tell her I’m sorry I scared her.”

“Will do. She said you could come over so she could apologize personally and meet her if you want.”

“I’d love to. And Spence?”

You felt him take pause. You never called him that before, “Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you.”

“You wouldn’t scare me, dude, you can tell me anything.”

“Really?”

“I promise. I’ll see you Monday?”

Spencer nodded, but you couldn’t see him, so he spoke up through the lump in his throat, “See you Monday.”

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@unfortunatelyevent a late birthday gift for you! special thanks to ava and peachy for giving me this idea :) 

When Rhodey got accepted into MIT, he was fifteen, set to turn sixteen when he went there. His family held parties for it, his mama cried, and his dad called about every friend that he’d ever made to tell them the news that his boy was going to MIT. 

Outwardly, you couldn’t tell that he was fazed by anything. He got registered for classes, signed up for a random roommate, and kept track of getting his textbooks. His dad bought him a crewneck, told him to start saving up for “the brass rat” ring, and said that he was so excited to help him move in. 

Rhodey’s terrified. He doesn’t get sleep, has recurring nightmares about failing out, and he’s much younger than everyone else. 

“You’re only two years younger, honey,” Mama says, her hand brushing away flour on his face as he helps her bake cookies. “It’s not gonna be that bad.” 

It’s that bad. 

Everyone knows more than him, no one talks to him, and he’s nervous as all hell. 

He cries for two hours when his parents and his sister leave, telling him to remember to call or write. He thinks that’s the only thing that’ll keep him sane. 

He’s one of the younger ones in his engineering class, and someone asked him why he’s taking such hard classes. 

“Because this is...my major?” Rhodey answers, confusion written all over him. 

“Oh, we thought you played basketball or something,” the other guy says, as if that’s all he can do. 

Rhodey doesn’t say anything, doesn’t want them to know how much it burns to hear that, so he just nods and says his coordination is shit. 

His roommate also hasn’t moved in yet. Or he has. He has. His name is Anthony, but Rhodey literally never sees him except for when he’s a blanket-burrito in his bed or when he traipses in from spending all night at a frat party or studying at the library. 

They say hi to each other. Rhodey asks how things were. “Fine” is the usual response, followed by “I’m gonna go to bed.” 

He’s never felt more alone. 

He tries not to call his parents often. A lot of people get home-sick, right? But he doesn’t think that anyone else wants to call their parents every single day. 

“So, what fun things have you been up to?” Dad asks over the phone. “My boy been partying out all night?” 

“I’ve just been focusing on studying,” Rhodey mumbles. “Not a lot of time for parties.” 

“Your roommate okay?” Mama asks. “What’s his name again...Anthony?” 

“Yeah, he’s alright. I don’t see him much, he stays out late a lot.” 

“Even on school nights?” 

“Even then, mama,” Rhodey says. “Listen, I gotta head to lunch, but I’ll call you later this week?” 

“Be sure it’s not on Friday, we’re headed to Jeanette’s band concert! We love you, Jim!” 

“Love you too!” he responds, hoping to god they can’t tell how sad he is when their phone calls cut off. He misses his home, misses waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs in the morning, his mom kissing everyone’s foreheads as they rush out of the house to school or work. 

He hates it here. 

But he can’t leave. 

His chest gets tight when he imagines calling his parents or telling them at a holiday party that he doesn’t want to go there anymore, he’s not ready. 

Would his scholarship be guaranteed two years later? No. They would ask him why and he can’t tell them the real reason why. He can keep up with schoolwork no problem. In fact, that’s the least of his worries. 

It’s just so goddamned lonely. His roommate isn’t anywhere, no one talks to him, and he doesn’t know anyone in Boston. 

- 

He walks back into the room, and Anthony’s sitting on his bed. It’s the first time he’s actually seen him. 

His hair is everywhere, he’s looking at Rhodey for the first time and he looks so young. Just like him. 

“Are you eighteen?” he blurts out. “You really don’t look like it.” 

“I’m, um, sixteen,” Rhodey says. “And you...?” 

“Fifteen,” he says quietly. 

“You’re fifteen and you’ve been out every night?!” 

“I’m mostly at the library!” Anthony defends. “Friday is for the partying, but mostly the library!” 

“That’s good to know,” Rhodey says faintly. 

“And you’re in college, why aren’t you going to parties with me?” Anthony asks. 

“I don’t have time, Anthony!” 

“No,” he says. “You are not calling me Anthony, that’s so stupid. Call me Tony, everyone does.” 

“You know a lot of people at this school?” 

“More like they know me,” Tony says with a shrug. 

“How so?” 

“What, you haven’t seen my dad on magazine covers or anything?” 

“Uh...am I supposed to?” Rhodey asks. “He an actor or something?” 

Tony snorts, pulling out a magazine that he’d obviously nabbed earlier on. 

On the cover is Howard Stark. 

Rhodey looks between Tony and the face on the cover. 

“Oh. Shit.” 

Tony cackles. 

“Rhodey, I think I’m going to like you. How’d you get that nickname?” 

“Wouldn’t stop following my older cousins around, they nicknamed me that as word-play off of ‘roadie’.” 

Tony snorts. 

“That’s so lame. I love it. Hey, listen. I gotta go get a book for one of my projects, you wanna come with me? I know that one of your classes needs a book, right?” 

“Yeah, my writing class. Wants some biography.” 

“Come on, let’s go.” 

Tony...he’s a good conversationalist. For once since he’s gotten here, Rhodey isn’t letting the impending panic of being alone consume him. He walks easily instead of nearly on his toes around campus, and his eyes aren’t darting everywhere as Tony tells him about something stupid that happened in his early morning class. 

“You know who you’re doing your biography assignment on?” 

“Has to be someone who’s had a profound effect on your life. I don’t know who.” 

“Scientist or what? What are you studying?” 

“Aerospace engineering.” 

“Holy shit, you’re smart,” Tony swears. 

“Says the son of a genius billionaire.” 

“Yeah but I don’t touch aerospace with a sixty foot pole,” Tony says. “Jesus, you’re incredible. How did you even know you wanted to do this?”

“I’ve always liked the myths and stuff behind space, and I liked how we discovered more and more over time,” Rhodey says. “The moon was cool as shit.” 

“Or was it...faked?” 

Rhodey shoots him a look, and Tony’s cackling. 

“You did not.” 

“Who knows? I come from a very rich families. Rich families buy politicians and also cover up every single scandal. Who knows what I know?” 

 Rhodey looks over at him, eyebrows raised. 

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“Oh my dear,” Tony says, holding a hand to his chest. “You have so much more to learn about your new friend.” 

Friend. 

That makes him feel better. 

He finds a book on Humphrey Bogart. 

Bogart has not had a profound effect on his life at all. Ever. He’s never even seen a movie with the guy in it, although it’s the only book that he can find that looks remotely interesting and the library is about to close. 

He reads about Bogart quite often. The guy’s...something. Grew up high society, his parents sucked, the typical Hollywood story. 

Although he said exactly what was on his mind, which made him popular with the press and unpopular in the business. 

It’s intriguing. 

It kind of reminds him of Tony, honestly. 

The paper itself isn’t due until the semester is over, and the book is over three hundred pages, so he has time to read it. 

- 

Tony and him become...closer. Tony hangs around the room more, and Rhodey stops being so lonely, although he still misses Philadelphia badly and calls his parents every week and occasionally talks to his sister. 

He always gets a strange look from his roommate, but it never lasts for very long. 

Finally, he gets a question from him. 

“Why do you always call your parents?” 

Rhodey looks at him in surprise. 

“I...miss them?” 

“Why?” 

“They’re my parents. I love them. What, do you not like your parents?” 

Tony blinks. 

“Uh, no I love them. I guess. They’re just...busy a lot.” 

Rhodey doesn’t say anything to that, doesn’t have time as Tony charges forth and asks if he wants to help him present a rocket for one of his clubs. 

Halloween comes upon them quickly, and Rhodey has a gigantic test to study for the night of. Tony’s been trying to convince him to come to a costume party with him for the better part of a week, and he was so close until the professor sent out a letter that essentially said, “Surprise! Oops!” 

So Tony does something unanticipated: he stays home. 

Tony, the life of the party who wouldn’t miss one for the world. Tony, the one who has been talking about how much he loves Halloween parties. He misses it. 

“Like you said, I probably don’t need to be at parties all the time,” Tony says. “And I can make you watch Dracula with me. You’re gonna like Lugosi.” 

“Who the hell is Lugosi?” 

“Oh my god, I’m making you do a monster-movie-marathon. I’ll rent every movie I can find.” 

Rhodey shakes his head. 

“Okay, but I probably won’t be paying attention tonight. I have to know the difference between a robust and gracile australopithecine.” 

“One begins with ‘r’ and one begins with ‘g’, now come on and make the popcorn.” 

Tony’s...the best part about him is that he’s himself. He’s loud and sometimes annoying and by god sometimes Rhodey wants to launch him out of a window, but Tony’s also incredibly kind and far more insightful than he ever wants to admit. 

They fall asleep surrounded by candy wrappers and a blanket that was definitely too small slung over (mostly) Rhodey. 

-

They get into a good routine, Tony and Rhodey. Rhodey brews the coffee, and Tony doctors it to his heart’s content. It involves a lot of syrups, creams, and sugars. The occasional terrible one, although everyone in Rhodey’s morning lab are jealous when they can smell his coffee. 

They go to lunch together, and Rhodey gets the salads and fruits while Tony gets the slices of pizza or hamburgers that they’re so fond of. They argue about philosophy and call each other idiots while stealing the popcorn chicken off of each other’s plates and coexist peacefully. 

It’s not until Tony has to leave for some conference that his parents want him at that Rhodey realizes just how much Tony has affected his life. He makes two coffees, almost calls out and asks if they’re still going to get takeout from that should-be-shut-down pizza parlor five blocks off, and realizes he’s all alone. 

Again. 

So he reads about Humphrey Bogart. 

He’s kind of annoying, all things considered. Guy got steady work being the villain/bad-guy type and wants more. It’s steady, what more is there to want? 

(His mind whispers that he just views it that way because he has no idea what he’s going to be doing in the future.) 

Back to Bogart. 

The guy is...kind of interesting. Kind of. He’s still not sure what he has in common with him. He’ll figure it out later. Maybe he can ask Tony for help. 

- 

Tony comes back in a whirlwind of emotion, almost all of it rage at his father. 

Rhodey sends him a look. 

“Shut up about how much your dad sucks and come with me to get food for the week. I had to survive off of hummus.” 

“My hummus?!” Tony shrieks. “The garlic?!” 

“Yes, I’ll get you more you gigantic baby,” Rhodey says. “Also, what do you think Humphrey Bogart and I have in common?” 

“An h, an o, an e, and a y,” Tony answers quickly. 

“Besides the letters,” Rhodey scowls. 

“Well I’d say you go to different barbers.” 

“No shit.” 

Tony looks at him, and really looks at him. Rhodey tries to forget how much he loves his eyes, the kindness that’s in them. 

"You both like important things,” Tony says. “And you commit to something when you decide you’re going to do it. Just think of the Great Burrito Event of ‘89.” 

“We’re still in ‘89, genius.” 

“Exactly, still important and still making history as we’re currently living it a day at a time,” Tony says. “Now come on, I need more hummus since you were a monster and attacked the fridge. What, you wanted to be Godzilla for a day?” 

"Not Godzilla, just have a power dynamic. Come on, grab the keys. Missed you this weekend.” 

“Aw, you do care!” Tony cheers. 

“I always care about you,” Rhodey answers. 

He misses Tony stilling at the door, feeling the words circle his head like a damned message from Cupid. 

(Yeah, he was going to marry Rhodey.) 

-

The holiday season and finals season coexist, which Rhodey thinks is a cruel joke played by God in order to let mortals know where their influence lies. 

He’s currently on his fifth cup of coffee in five hours which is most likely dangerous, unsure of if he’s actually seeing the correct numbers on his study guide, and about to blow a gasket if he looks at one more problem. But he has to. 

Tony doesn’t study. 

He’s of the rare sort that just...remembers, at least when it comes to his important classes. Out of everything he’s had to study, Tony actually had to study something about wine cellars in France, which he hated. 

“I’m making you come with me to get ice cream.” 

“I don’t have time.” 

He’s about to tear his hair out. Everything is riding on these exams, it seems. If he doesn’t do well on these, what are Mama and Dad gonna say when he comes home? What are they going to tell people? He made it to MIT, but he has to make it count. 

Tony is looking at him in that way that lets him know that he will get his way. 

“You’ve been studying for six hours straight. You’re not gonna learn anything new, and you’re about to cry because you hate stats so much.” 

“You’re wrong.” 

“You literally have a tear streaming down your face,” Tony deadpans. He crosses the room, wipes it away with his thumb. “Your coat is at the table towards the front, I’m giving you five minutes. And for the love of god, please put on your cologne. You smell like anxiety and anger.” 

“Those have scents?” 

“Apparently so.” 

The cold breeze is a refreshing slap to the face as he walks, hat tugged low. 

“It’s cold enough, why do you need ice cream?” Rhodey asks, teeth chattering. 

“Never too cold for ice cream.” 

“Says the boy who vacations in Malibu for Christmas.” 

“Told you that you could come. Not like Howard would notice.” 

“I’d rather not take that chance. Besides, I’d miss a Philadelphia Christmas.” 

“That a movie or something?” 

“No, it’s where I live you son of a bitch,” Rhodey teases. 

“I hate you,” Tony says, no real heat clipped to his tone. It’s a back-and-forth they have, all this name-calling and accusatory behavior. “I’m going to request a new roommate next year.” 

“Like they’d stick you with anyone else. Or would anyone else cover for the seven fires you’ve nearly started this year?” 

“Six out of seven wouldn’t have been fires.” 

“They would’ve.” 

“Says the man who doesn’t work at all with fire, but with graph paper. Do want your Christmas gift to be a pocket-protector, by the way?” 

“Oh fuck you.” 

“You wish,” Tony says, winking. 

He gets peanut butter chocolate. 

When they get home, he makes a bowl for Rhodey. 

“Your tests aren’t until noon tomorrow. Get some sleep, babe.” 

“And what, you’re going to get some too, honey?” 

(Pet names are also a thing. And also more favorable to both, although neither knows the other’s thoughts on this subject.) 

Tony grins. 

“You want both of us to sleep?” 

Rhodey and Tony have figured out a nifty trick: soap operas or Seinfeld. Whichever one is on, they’ll watch that and fall asleep on the futon, which should be as uncomfortable as any futon is. 

(They both think the temporary backaches are worth it to be in each other’s arms.) 

Tony drifts to sleep, although he makes sure that Rhodey’s first. He pulls him over to his side, head resting on his thigh. 

“You this forward with every guy you bring home?” 

"Only the cute ones,” Tony grins. “Come on, get comfy. You’re gonna get sleepy.” 

“Like hell I am,” Rhodey says. “You’re gonna fall asleep...first.” 

Rhodey falls asleep first. Mouth slightly agape, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. 

“Like hell you are,” Tony murmurs, adjusting the blankets. (They’ve upgraded to fancy hotel ones that Tony may or may not have stolen.) 

Rhodey will be okay. He just has to convince himself first. 

#i saw a post that was like 'we never get to see rhodey panic about college and so here it is #rhodey #this drew HEAVILY from my freshman year of college #god what an experience #lovelyirony writes #also my dear i am so sorry that this is coming to you so late #time and inspiration got away from me #rhodeytony #tony stark #mit era #rhodey and tony at mit #college au #unfortunatelyevent