#college au revisted

[jobean12-blog]

Roomies

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (College AU)

Word Count: 2,302

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends and roommates (and underneath it all, so much more) but what happens when the tension between you finally breaks. 

Author’s Note: College Eddie has been stuck in my head forever! And I know how crazy final time can be and how much a good friend and roommate can help...especially if it’s Eddie haha. This takes place in the late 80s because duh Eddie’s alive and has graduated and gone to college! I’m hoping to revist these two more if I get inspo! I also want to wear all of Eddie’s flannels so he can take them off me...thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️The bat divider is by @wannabehamlet and the library divider is by @firefly-graphics thank you beauties! 🥰

Warnings: some angst over finals and exhaustion but Eddie makes it all better, fluff and flirting fun, tension and some sexiness. 

Eddie Munson Masterlist

It’s already dinner time and you’re still not home. Last night you didn’t get home until after eight and you missed Eddie’s gig because you passed out from exhaustion. That hardly ever happens.

He sits on the couch, Metallica blasting through the radio on the shelf and his fingers mindlessly playing along on his guitar. His can’t stop his knee from constantly bouncing and he keeps missing notes.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mutters in frustration. “Where the hell is she?”

Your black cat, Dio, pads over and rubs along his legs, purring loudly.

“Yea I know D…I think I’m gonna go look for her at the library,” Eddie tells the cat as he scratches behind its ears.

Eddie lays his guitar along the couch and turns off the radio. He grabs his leather jacket and shrugs it on before searching the cabinets for snacks. When he’s satisfied with what he finds he throws it all in a bag and runs out the door.

He makes one more stop at the coffee shop before rushing to the library.

The doors fly open with a bang and Eddie flinches, making a sheepish face at the guy behind the desk. He gently shuts the door and tip toes past the desk, clutching the bags tightly to his chest.

His eyes scan the tables but he doesn’t see you, his stomach dropping. He walks to the back of the library remembering you have a favorite table hidden in a corner by the reference section. When he rounds the shelves he sees you with your head down on a textbook and your pencil tapping against the table.

“Hey,” he whispers, hoping he doesn’t startle you.

You lift your head slowly and blink.

“Eddie?”

He smiles as he places the bags down and comes around to sit next to you.

“Hey sweetheart.”

You stare at him and your eyes begin to water.

“Babe…?”

You burst into tears, instantly covering your mouth to silence the noise. He grabs your chair and pulls it between his spread legs, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you against his chest.

He soothingly rubs your back, holding you close until your tears subside.

When you lift your face to his, your cheeks are tear streaked and your nose is sniffly.

“I think I got snot on you.”

He just throws his head back with a laugh.

“I don’t care…but are you ok?”

His smile fades as he studies you.

“I’m so tired!” you sigh. “I just can’t wait for finals to be over.”

He nods in understanding and gently releases you to drag the bags closer.

“I brought some sustenance,” he says with a smirk.

“Did you bring beer to the library again?” you ask with a giggle.

“Not this time,” he winks.

He takes out your coffee and a water, as well as some cookies, a granola bar, a push pop and fruit snacks.

“You’re my hero Eddie,” you squeal as you open the coffee and smell it.

His eyes light up and he gives your hand a squeeze.

“I’ll help you study for a bit if you want,” he offers.

“That would be great. I was getting lonely.”

He rips open the fruit snacks and pops one into his mouth. “So, let’s get to it. What are you workin’ on?”

“Chemistry.”

His eyes go wide and he dramatically falls back into his chair.

“THE WORST,” he whines.

“I know!”

“But for you…anything.”

You lean in and give him a big hug, burying your face in his neck and letting out a relieved exhale.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He rests his head to yours. “Of course, sweetheart.”

You finish off the bag of fruit snacks and reach for the push pop, sticking your finger into the bottom so the lollipop shoots up. You push it between your lips and suck on the sugary candy while you work on a problem.

“You almost done with that?” Eddie whispers.

“Nah, I can’t seem to figure this one out,” you shrug, sticking the pop back into your mouth and sucking hard.

“No…I mean the push pop,” he says with a hard swallow.

“Well…,” you start and look it over, “I have a lot left. Do you want some?”

You hold it out and he stares at it then his eyes drift to you mouth as you lick your lips.

“Nuh uh, you finish it. You seem to be enjoying it.”

“Mm it’s so good!”  

He slips his hand under the table and discreetly adjusts himself in his pants, clearing his throat as he does so.

“You ok?” you ask him, noting his flushed face.

“Yep,” he answers, popping the p.

You last another two hours but by 8pm you’re falling asleep on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I think it’s time to go home babe,” he laughs as he nudges your slumping form. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Ok, yeah, good idea,” you mumble.

Eddie packs up your things and cleans off the table before helping you into your coat and zipping it up for you. He puts on your backpack so you don’t have to carry anything and grabs your hand.

“Come on,” he says as he gently tugs you through the library tables and toward the door.

He looks back with a smile, stopping short when he notices your sneaker is untied.

“Wait!” he says, holding up a finger.

He kneels down and shifts your foot closer to him, tying it tightly and tucking the laces behind the tongue of your shoe.

“There we go,” he says and pats your foot.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, taking his outstretched hand again. “What would I do without you?”

“Well...I dunno, trip over your own shoe laces, spend your nights sleeping in the library, fail all your exams...”

You open your mouth to give him a sassy retort but he keeps going, his smile wide. 

“AND starve to death for sure!” 

“It was a rhetorical question Eddie,” you huff playfully. “But...you’re probably right!” 

“I’m always right,” he snarks as he holds the door open for you. 

You walk home in comfortable silence, Eddie’s hand holding tightly to yours as he swings your arms back and forth.

A cold wind blows and you shiver. He tugs you into his side and slides his arm over your shoulders.

“We’ll be home soon,” he tells you.

When you’re about two blocks away from your apartment you feel a drop of rain. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice so you don’t say anything and just keep walking but unfortunately several more drops start to fall as you continue on, the ground already dotted with wetness.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie groans. “Hopefully it doesn’t get worse.”

He picks up the pace and keeps you securely tucked under his shoulder. The rain starts off light but within minutes it’s coming down harder and harder.

“It’s so cold!” you screech as you run along the sidewalk.

“I know!” Eddie yells as he starts to take off his jacket to hold over your heads.

“No way, you’ll freeze!” you retort, but he already has it off.

Your feet slosh up every step to your apartment, the water running down in big drops and plopping onto the tiles.

“Don’t slip,” Eddie warns as the trudges next to you.

“I can’t believe we got caught in the rain,” you say shakily. “We’re soaked!”

He unlocks the door to your shared apartment and holds it open for you. You walk in and Dio immediately trots over to greet you but as the cat gets closer he slows down, realizing you’re dripping wet.

He dances around the drops and the growing puddle to poke his tiny whiskered nose around and inspect.

“I know D. We’re a mess,” you sigh.

“Let’s get dried off and changed. It’s too cold,” Eddie says.

You toe off your drenched shoes and try to pull off your socks but they’re so wet that you almost fall over.

“I got you,” Eddie whispers as he steadies you and then pulls off your socks.

“Thanks.”

You walk dejectedly to your bedroom and start to pull off your clothes, hanging them on your drying rack and searching for a towel. Once you’re dried off you realize you barely have any clean clothes, your overflowing laundry basket mocking you from the corner.

With a loud curse, you stomp your feet, your eyes burning with fresh tears that threaten to fall.

“Hey sweetheart, you ok in there?”

Eddie’s voice settles you and you walk closer to your door, opening it slightly to tell him, “All my comfy clothes are dirty. I didn’t have a chance to do laundry!”

He peeks his head through just enough to smile at you and holds up a finger.

“Be right back!”

He rushes off and shortly returns with his flannel and some dry socks.

“Is that enough? Most of my stuff is dirty too, but you can take my Hellfire shirt if you want. I can take it off.”

“This is perfect. Thanks Eddie.”

You shut the door and grab your last pair of clean panties, sliding them on and then throwing his flannel over your shoulders and buttoning it up. You can’t stop your inhale when his familiar scent envelopes you and you stick your nose in the collar to get more of it.

You find Eddie sitting on the couch with his sketchpad in hand and his pen scratching over the paper. His still damp hair curls close to his face and his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he concentrates. You pause in the doorway and stare, sucking your own lip between your teeth at the sight of him.

As if he feels your eyes he looks up and smiles.  

“What are you drawing?” you ask quickly as you move closer and peek over his shoulder.

He lifts his hands away and shows you his little cartoon vampire bat.

“He’s so cute Eddie!”

“Thanks,” he laughs, finishing off the doodle by adding some blood dripping off the fangs. “I’m thinking about a new tat.”

“OOOO WHERE?” you say excitedly as you round the couch and stand in front of him.

He looks up and his eyes widen as they sweep down your body. You’re in nothing but panties, his socks and his flannel and his mouth falls open.

“You don’t have to tell me…” you begin, feeling suddenly unsure.

“No!” he says loudly, followed by a softer, “no, that’s not it. Ummmm….”

He tries to form words but all he can do is stare.

“Eddie?” you ask.

“You missed a button,” he whispers, his eyes falling to the lopsided buttons of his flannel.

“I what…? OH!”

You look down and giggle. “I did!”

When your hands lift to the first button he grabs your wrists, standing with the motion and stepping closer to you. His eyes wander over your face and linger on your lips, his warm breath fanning across your cheek.

“I’ll fix it,” he murmurs.

“Ok,” you answer, your voice breathless.

He takes one more step to close any space left between you before he brings his hands to the first button, time moving torturously slow as he pulls it free of the material. He keeps his eyes on yours as he moves to the next one, your breathing growing shallower by the second.

Your body sways slightly toward his and your eyes lower to his hands. He opens the third button, enough of your bare skin exposed for him to know you have nothing else on.

“Fuck,” he mutters quietly, delicately parting the sides of the shirt with his fingers.

With his eyes trained on yours he slips his hand between the fabric and runs his knuckles along your skin, his rings ghosting along the same path and making you shiver.

“You sure you’re not still cold?” he hums.

“No. I’m fine. Warm actually, the socks really help.”

“Hmm.”

He’s barely listening to you at this point, his focus dropping to your mouth as his fingers grasp the last button and undo it.

His shirt hangs open at the sides as his fingers graze over your skin and move lower. His eyes squeeze shut when his fingertips glide over the silk of your panties and when he opens them again an unmistakable hunger flashes in their warm brown color.

His fingers press into your skin as he slides them along your waist, his free hand reaching up to caress your cheek. Your heart thunders in your chest and when he drags your body to his and you feel his hardness press into your stomach your breath stutters and you grab his biceps.

The hand at your cheek slowly smooths down your skin, skimming along your neck and tracing your collar bone until he meets your shoulder. He toys with the shirt, brushing his hand just under it before his fingers curl into the fabric and he slowly pushes it off.

His lashes lower and his eyes fall to your bare skin.

“This has to be a dream,” he whispers.

Your hands move up his arms and curl around his neck, your fingers combing through his hair to bring his face closer.

He dips his head, brushing his lips to yours in a whisper of a touch. Your fingers tug on his hair, silently urging him to kiss you. Instead, his lips move over yours with another teasing whisper and you whimper his name, your nails digging into his scalp.

It shatters whatever restraint he has left and he grabs the back of your neck, hauling you against his body as his mouth presses to yours. His groan of satisfaction rumbles through you and his hair tickles your skin as he parts your lips, sliding his tongue across yours until nothing else remains but the taste of him.

@buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy @dreamlessinparis @nerdypinupcrystal @hiddles-rose @goldylions @seitmai

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[suenitos]

I really don't know what mangoball is, I tried googleing it, and now I'm more confused

please tell me

Cheater Cheater was a social media alternate universe fanfiction written by user mangobaII (mangoba two uppercase i's) on twitter.com published in late November 2021 primarily following the popular M/M RPF ship dreamnotfound comprised of popular Minecraft Youtubers Dream and GeorgeNotFound. Also featured were their friends and common collaborators Sapnap, BadBoyHalo, and musicians Wilbur Soot and Corpse among others. Its basic plot structure follows the whirlwind romance of college students Dream and George after Sapnap cheats on George with Dream, and the journey in proving their love to each other despite many internal and external obstacles. With its loveable cast of characters, romantic and chaotic subplots, and its biting satire of common portrayals of the people featured in similar fanfics, Cheater Cheater became an instant cult classic during the time it was updated. Contrary to popular belief, neither the au nor the twitter user are named "mangoball", yet both became commonly associated with this misspelling of the username, ultimately renaming the fanfiction. Despite speculation during its release, little is known about the writer or their place in the Dream Team or general Minecraft Youtuber fandom. As a crack fic, Cheater Cheater showcased extreme absurdism and exaggeration in how it represented its characters, plot, and use of social media, yet remained tasteful in its use of humor and self awareness of its own outrageousness. Due to this, and the lack of social media AUs in the Minecraft Youtuber fandom, many consider this to be the best dnf social media AU of all time. With its positive critical reception, a holiday special was published in December 2021 following the returning cast along with new additions in a whodunnit mystery format, titled Cheater Cheater Christmas Special: A Mangoballed Christmas!. Though an interpersonal schism now exists between the fan communities of content creators represented in the fanfiction, the "Mangoball" AU itself is still beloved and remembered by many fans of the fanfiction years later as an iconic fanwork and fondly revisted and referenced as a timeless classic following the wacky adventures and dramas of the fictional cast.

#anon.txt #ask.txt #did i miss anything lol

[buriacampaign]

College AU - Revisited

Chapter 1: See You Again

Rose pursed her lips, straining her ears. She could swear her brother was walking down the stairs. She had been waiting for a few hours for him to finally come down. She had spotted the mail almost instantly. She clapped her hands together, making her way into the hall. Finally. She noticed him standing and staring at the kitchen table and she grinned when she saw the birthday present she had given him earlier glinting on his wrist. Rose leaned forward to grab the letters from her brother’s hands, grinning at him and opening the mail.

“This a gross invasion of my privacy, you know,” he told her, opening the box of cereal beside him. He dug his hands into the box, pulling out a handful and shoving it into his mouth. Rose stuck out her tongue and smiled, flicking through his stuff.

“Ooh, a check from Grandma. I get half of this!” Rose said, her voice filled with excitement. Andrew rolled his eyes, staring at his sister in disdain as she rifled through his birthday cards

“I can’t open this one,” she said, passing it to him with a sly smile. Andrew furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why not?” he asked, taking the letter from her. Rose stared at him, her hands clasped together in anticipation. Andrew opened the letter, his eyes locking immediately on the letterhead. His hands froze and he glanced at his sister who nudged him.

“Open it!” she demanded. Andrew pursed his lips, pulling the letter from the envelope and grinning when he saw the glaring words. Congratulations, we are happy to inform you that you have been accepted. He cleared his throat and glanced at Rose who arched her eyebrow.

“Well?” she asked. He ran a hand through his hair.

“I got in!” he said, his voice filled with disbelief. Rose let out a squeal and jumped into his arms.

“Oh my God! This is amazing! We need to tell mom and dad! Come on!” Rose exclaimed, pulling him up the stairs into the living room. They both stopped in their tracks, glancing around the room at the decorations.

A mixture of Happy birthday and Congratulations Son. They glanced at Abe who was smirking at them both, a massive cake in his hand.

“Congratulations Andrew,” he said brightly. Andrew sighed; they had read his mail. Andrew shook his head and glanced at his mother.

“Does anyone respect my privacy in this house?” he asked. Janine laughed and shook her head.

“With your father on the scene? Not a chance my boy. Happy birthday and congratulations. I canny believe my baby is finally going to uni,” Janine said, wiping her eyes. Andrew rolled his eyes, leaning down to peck his mum’s cheek.

“Love you, ma,” he said softly. He glanced at his family and smiled.

“I better go phone Dimitri!” he said, grinning and running to get his mobile. He grinned when it was already ringing.

“Did you get in? Yes? Fuck yes!” he shouted. Janine scowled, clouting her son over the back of the head.

“Watch your fuckin’ language!” she snapped. Andrew rolled his eyes.

“Alright maw,” he muttered, to another forceful slap. Abe sniggered and glanced at his son.

“Did he get a place?” he asked. Andrew nodded enthusiastically. Abe smiled, wrapping his arm around Janine who shook her head.

“Our wains are growing up,” she said, wiping another tear from her eye. Abe smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“That they are,” he said softly. Andrew turned to face his parents.

“Can Dimitri come over?” he asked, covering the speaker on the phone. Abe and Janine shared a look before shrugging and nodding their approval.

“Sweet. They said it’s cool. I’ll come pick you up in about twenty minutes? Yeah, I’ll see you soon!” Andrew said, hanging up the phone. Rose grabbed her jacket and grabbed the car keys from the table. Andrew shook his head.

“No way. Not on your life,” he snapped, pointing his finger at Rose’s face. Rose groaned and stamped her foot.

“You promised you’d take me for McDonald's,” she whined. Andrew gave his sister a dark look.

“Can you act your age?” he muttered, shoving past her. Rose grabbed her brother’s arm and blinked at him innocently.

“So, I should totally call up Jesse? I’m sure he’d love to take me out,” she said, smirking at her brother. Andrew sighed and glanced at his sister in disdain.

“You are a brat,” he muttered, swiping the keys from her hands. Rose arched an eyebrow and waited. Andrew groaned.

“Hurry up then,” he muttered, shoving her. Rose smirked and shoved him back before climbing into the car beside him. They rode in silence for most of the journey. Andrew seemed to be fighting the urge to say something. Eventually, He glanced at her and then focused on the road in front of him.

“You wouldn’t seriously go out with Jesse, would you? The guys a total asshole,” he commented. Rose smirked and glanced at her older brother.

“He’s so hot though,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him. Andrew rolled his eyes, pulling into the space outside of Dimitri’s flat.

“Can you not?” he said, his face filled with disgust. Rose smirked and shook her head.

“You said that I should act my age,” she said snottily. Andrew pulled a face and turned away from her. The car door opened, and Dimitri jumped into the back, shoving a present in Andrew’s face.

“Happy birthday,” he said, grinning at Andrew. Andrew glanced at the present and turned to face Dimitri.

“You didn’t have to get me anything…” he said softly, he knew how much Dimitri struggled. Dimitri laughed and shoved him, muttering something under his breath. Andrew opened the gift, letting out a gasp before turning to face Dimitri. Rose stared at her brother and his best friend in disdain.

“God, you two are so weird,” she said, plucking the game from her brother’s hands and staring at the cover.

“It’s supposed to be the best game this console has ever seen. Thank you so much, Dimitri. I love it,” he said, smirking at his best friend. Dimitri smiled wide.

“I may have an ulterior motive of wanting to play it myself,” he admitted. Rose rolled her eyes and turned to stare at him.

“Let me guess, a game where you get to be a cowboy?” she mocked. Andrew sniggered and glanced at his sister in amusement.

“Not quite, the main character is from Texas though,” he pointed out. Rose pursed her lips and shook her head.

“You two are so weird,” she repeated. She nudged her brother and let out a heavy sigh.

“I am hungry,” she said pointedly. Dimitri scoffed and ruffled her hair.

“When are you not?” he asked. Rose let out a huff and crossed her arms over her chest. 

x-x-x

Rose leaned over Dimitri, swiping the remote from his right hand before leaning back in her chair. Dimitri sighed, glancing at Andrew.

“Can you control her?” he asked. Andrew snorted and shook his head.

“Not even my mum can control that little shit,” he said, giving his sister a pointed look. Rose smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“My favourite show is on,” she said smugly. Dimitri groaned, staring at the TV.

“You watch this shit?” he asked. Rose pursed her lips and gestured at Chad Michael Murray.

“He’s beautiful,” she said pointedly. Dimitri snorted and pulled a novel out of his back pocket. Rose smirked triumphantly when she realised he wasn’t going to argue with her.

“So, when are you two going to celebrate?” she asked. Dimitri and Andrew scoffed and glanced at her.

“As soon as you get your ass off of the couch and let us on the PlayStation,” Andrew muttered, kicking at her. Rose rolled her eyes.

“God, you two are pathetic. I’m going to phone Lissa. Enjoy your party,” she said, ruffling their hair as she walked past. Andrew smirked, watching as his sister left the room.

“Finally,” Andrew muttered. He grabbed his controllers and pursed his lips.

“So, what to play, what to play,” he muttered, scanning his shelves before holding up one of the few coop games.

“Will this do?” he asked, putting it in the console. Dimitri nodded and cleared his throat.

“I can’t believe we are going to be at uni together,” he said, grinning at his best friend. Andrew laughed and nodded.

“God, I know. It’s going to be amazing,” he said leaning back against the couch with his hands behind his head. Dimitri smiled and nodded.

“It should be. I’ve started looking for jobs,” Dimitri said, picking at the thread of his jeans. Andrew pursed his lips and cleared his throat.

“Any luck?” he asked, scanning his best friends face. Dimitri shook his head and shrugged.

“We’ve got a few months before we start. I’ll figure something out,” he said, staring ahead and gesturing at the game. Andrew frowned, watching him out of the corner of his eyes. He knew how desperately Dimitri wanted to move out of his father’s place. Dimitri’s parents had a horrendous divorce when they were in the third grade. They never really discussed what happened. All Andrew knew was that Dimitri’s dad had won the custody battle. Perks of working in the law enforcement.

“I could ask my dad about jobs,” Andrew said, gnawing on his lip. Dimitri shook his head and forced a smile.

“You know my dad won’t let me get a job until school is finished,” he said, glancing at his feet. He shook his head and gestured at the screen.

“Are we going to play or not?” he asked, grinning when Andrew shoved him.

“You’re going down, Belikov,” he said, shaking his head.

x-x-x

Rose sighed, resting her head on Lissa’s stomach.

“Do you think Andrew will move out? To the dorms I mean,” she asked, glancing up at her best friend. Lissa absentmindedly played with a strand of Rose’s hair and shrugged.

“You never know. I know I’d love to do it. My uncle Viktor is great but…” she trailed off and Rose let out a laugh.

“But sharing a room with Natalie drives you insane?” she guessed. Lissa groaned and covered her face with her hands.

“I’m a horrible person, I know,” she moaned. Rose snorted and sat up.

“Please,” she muttered, sitting up. Lissa smiled and picked at a thread on the duvet cover.

“Did you see the new guy today?” she asked. Rose groaned and shook her head.

“Don’t even go there! Liss, I heard that his parents are total junkies,” Rose said, pulling a face. Lissa ran her tongue over her lower lip and gave Rose a disapproving glance.

“That is not his fault,” she said. Rose sighed.

“I know, I know. But he is supposed to be bad news. I mean he showed up to school on a motorbike. He smokes. You can’t honestly tell me that that is attractive to you,” she muttered. Lissa laughed and swatted Rose with a pillow.

“Please. At least he is actually our age!” she said pointedly, glancing at Rose’s phone. Rose looked down, spotting a text from Jesse. She smirked and glanced at Lissa.

“There’s a party tomorrow night that he wants me to come to,” Rose said, smirking at her best friend. Lissa shook her head.

“I can’t! You know I can’t. Plus, aren’t you grounded?” she asked. Rose shook her head.

“That was a complete misunderstanding besides my parents aren’t home this weekend, and Andrew is working…are you sure you can’t come?” Rose asked.  Lissa sighed and gave Rose a look. Rose held up her hands in defeat.

“Fine, fine. Come on, let’s put on a horror. What do you think? Vampire or Zombie?” Rose asked. Lissa pulled a face and stared at her best friend.

“You know how I feel about the V word,” she said, shaking her head. Rose smirked and shook her head.

“I honestly don’t know how Blade scarred you so much,” she muttered. Lissa pursed her lips and glowered at her best friend.

“Coming from the girl that still won’t watch Coraline,” she retorted. “Just put on a film.” Rose smirked, flicking through her DVD collection before holding up one. Lissa groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“Rose!” she moaned. Rose ignored her, throwing the DVD into the player and turning to smirk at her best friend before flopping down on the bed beside her.

x-x-x

Rose lounged against the pillar at the front of the house.  She pursed her lips, waiting for someone to open the door. She smirked when the door opened and glanced at Paul expectantly. Paul shook his head and gestured for her to head back home.

“Not a chance, Hathaway. Your brother will murder me,” he said, putting his hand over the doorway to block her entrance. Rose scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“That just begs the question; which of us are you more afraid of?” she challenged, narrowing her eyes at him. Paul opened his mouth to protest when someone appeared at his side.

“Come on, Paul. Let the lady in. She’s my guest,” Jesse said, giving her the once over. Paul held up his hands in defeat and walked away.

“Your funeral,” he muttered, holding up his hands in defeat. Jesse scoffed and gestured for Rose to enter the room.

“Want a drink?” he asked, gesturing into the kitchen. Rose nodded, following him and saying hi to the people she knew. She noticed a few stares from some of Andrew’s friends and she even heard a few Isn’t she like sixteen? and What is Jesse thinking? She pursed her lips and squared her shoulders, focusing on Jesse.

“Make it a double?” she asked. He laughed and gestured to the cupboard in the corner.

“Help yourself,” he said, leaning back against the breakfast bar behind him. “I’m surprised you came, you know. Thought you’d be too scared to face your brother,” he commented, swishing his beer around in his cup before glancing at Rose. She scoffed, turning to face him, taking a large sip of her drink.

“Andrew is working tonight, so we have nothing to worry about,” she said, resting her hand on his chest. Jesse smirked, glancing down at her.

“Hmm, I wonder what we could get up to in that time,” he whispered. Rose shuddered slightly, her skin beginning to goosebump. She ran her tongue over her lower lip, smirking when Jesse followed the movement. She felt him take a step forward and she exhaled, her heart racing. He was going to kiss her. She could feel it. His eyes kept falling to her lips.

“Jesse, come on man. Stop flirting. We need you to set up the music in the pool house,” Ralph moaned, appearing at the door. Rose sighed, glancing at Ralph in distain. He was Jesse’s best friend…and happened to be a complete and utter asshole. Jesse gave Rose an apologetic smile and gestured after Ralph and saying he would be back in a few minutes. Rose nodded, making her way into the main hall. She spotted a few of the girls from the year above and made her way over to them. Small talk. She would have to make small talk. This was why she wanted Lissa to come with her.

“Hey guys, how are you both?” she asked, smiling at Jade and Amber.

“Hey Rose, was that Jesse we saw you talking with?” Amber asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Rose. Jade sighed and shook her head.

“That boy is so nice to look at,” She commented, tilting her head to the side and staring out the window to the pool house where Jesse was talking animatedly to his friends. Rose laughed and shrugged.

“Yeah. He invited me,” she said nonchalantly. Jade sighed and glanced at Rose.

“You are so lucky,” she muttered. Rose laughed and shook her head.

“Yeah…as you can see he has left me to my own devices,” she muttered. Amber laughed and shook her head.

“Well, at least you have us. Fancy a little game?” she asked, gesturing at the beer pong table. She smirked at Rose. Rose gnawed on her lower lip before staring at the girls.

“A quick game,” she said, holding up her finger threateningly.

Of course. Their quick game had ended far later than Rose had planned and somehow the second round had involved glasses filled with vodka and coke rather than beer. Thankfully, Rose had been a better shot than the girls, so she hadn’t consumed nearly as much alcohol. She let out a gasp when an arm wrapped around her waist.

“Having fun without me?” Jesse drawled, his voice causing a tremor to run down her back. She bit her lower lip, glancing at him.

“I had to find some way to occupy myself,” she purred, resting her hand on his chest. Jesse raised an eyebrow and tugged her towards him.

“Is that so?” he asked, his eyes falling to her lips. Rose ran her tongue over her lower lip, glancing up at him from under her eyelashes. Jesse tugged her hands, pulling her towards him.

“You’ll be the death of me, Hathaway,” he said, giving her an appreciative once over. Rose smirked, gesturing towards the stairs.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured. Jesse glanced down at her, turning to glance around the room before following her into Paul’s father’s study. Jesse sat down on the couch, waiting for Rose to take a place. She flopped down next to him and nudged him with her elbow.

“I notice that I am the only person here from my age group. What’s that about?” she teased. Jesse shrugged.

“People your age tend to be annoying,” he said pointedly. Rose gave him a disapproving look and he held up his hand in mock surrender. He smiled, flashing his teeth at her. “I said tend to be. Plus, you are a lot hotter than the other girls your age…or any age.”  

“Glad I make the cut,” Rose said softly, her hand resting on his chest. Jesse turned slightly, his hand sliding up her legs, a heat filling his eyes. Rose wrapped her arms around his neck and his testosterone seemed to kick in, her was kissing her eagerly, pushing her back against the couch. Rose let out a small moan, arching her back as he dug his teeth into a soft spot on her neck. She didn’t protest when Jesse tugged off her shirt, leaving her in a lacy black bra. Jesse tugged her legs slightly, pulling her down the couch towards him. His lips traveled down to the same spot on her neck again and Rose arched up against him, letting out a moan with the jolt of friction between them. Jesse paused, scanning her face. Rose shook her head and met his eyes.

“No,” she warned. Jesse’s mouth returned to the spot on her neck and he ground his hips against her, smirking against her skin when she let out a shaky breath.

“You want to, I can tell,” he whispered. Rose sat up on her elbows and stared at him.

“I’m not having sex,” she said pointedly. Jesse paused, thinking about it before deciding not to push it.

“Okay,” he agreed before returning to kissing her. The kisses were heavy, and Rose had to admit that it felt amazing. She moved up her hands to tangle in his hair. They sprang apart when the door opened, and Rose sighed heavily.

“Can’t you see the room is occupied?” she snapped, glancing up. Only, she wished she hadn’t…and she had the feeling that Jesse was wishing the same thing. In the blink of an eye, Dimitri had crossed the room, lifting Jesse up by his t-shirt, almost holding him off the ground.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” he snarled. Jesse grit his teeth, grabbing Dimitri’s hand in attempt to loosen his grip, it only seemed to make him grip harder.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Jesse retorted. Wrong response. Entirely wrong response. Dimitri ran his tongue over his front teeth, glancing behind Jesse to where Rose was sitting on the couch.

“It looks to me like you are inviting underage girls to your parties so that you can get them drunk and then try to sleep with them,” Dimitri said, his face filled with disgust. Jesse scoffed, and Dimitri’s grip tightened on his shirt, lifting him almost completely off the ground.

“If I even so much as see you looking at her again I will make sure her brother finds out about this. We will come after you, and it will hurt. A lot,” he snapped, thumping Jesse against the wall behind him and putting pressure on his throat, as if to make a point. He dropped Jesse and the other boy scrambled away, muttering that Dimitri was a psycho. Then Dimitri’s gaze turned on Rose and she shrunk back slightly under his angry, disapproving gaze. Then it changed, the look he was giving her. If Rose hadn’t known better, she would have assumed that he was checking her out. His eyes seemed to be giving her the once over, studying her. It took Rose a few seconds under his gaze to realize that she was in nothing but a bra and jeans. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that she looked damn good in the bra she was wearing…and part of her wondered if he knew it too.

“See something you like?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Dimitri’s jaw clenched, and he threw his jacket at her.

“Cover yourself up,” he hissed. Rose glanced around for her t-shirt before realizing that it was nowhere to be seen, and she was not rummaging around on the floor. That would only make things so much worse. She begrudgingly put on Dimitri’s jacket and crossed her arms over her chest.

“How did you even find me? Did Andrew have you following me?” she hissed. Dimitri rolled his eyes and glanced at her.

“Funnily enough Rose. Our lives do not revolve completely around you. I was here with a friend,” he said. It was around that moment that said friend appeared in the doorway and Rose caught sight of her. Rose clenched her jaw and nodded.

“Excellent. Well, thank you for ruining my night. I’ll keep the jacket,” she muttered, heading for the door. Dimitri grabbed her arm and looked down at her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. Rose gestured with her hands and Dimitri shook his head.

“Not a chance. You’re supposed to be at home so that is where I am taking you,” he said, pulling her arm. Rose tugged her arm out of his grip and narrowed her eyes.

“Like hell you are. I am not leaving here with you,” she snapped. Dimitri gave her a dark look and shrugged.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he commented. Rose scoffed, turning to walk away from him. Dimitri grabbed the sleeves of his jacket before picking Rose up and throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. He glanced at the girl in the doorway and sighed.

“I’m sorry. I’ve got to get her home,” he said apologetically. The girl smiled and shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling at him. Rose let out a shriek.

“Put me down!” she demanded. Dimitri ignored her, heading out the doorway to his pick up truck. He opened the door, shoving Rose inside before climbing in and starting the engine. Rose pulled at the door handle and realized very quickly what he had done.

“Child locks, Dimitri. Really?” she snapped. Dimitri shrugged and stared at the road in front of them.

“If you are going to behave like a child, I am going to treat you like one,” he muttered. Rose shook her head and slumped back in the seat. “I can’t believe you let yourself get into a situation like that with Jesse of all people,” Dimitri muttered, disgust lacing his words.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” she muttered. Dimitri shook his head and glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes.

“It is. Guys like Jesse love to brag about conquests like you.” He said pointedly.

Rose pursed her lips. “So?”

“So?” He looked disgusted and Rose had to admit the look he was giving her made her want to shrink away. “Don’t you have any self-respect? You made yourself look cheap.”

Rose scoffed and shook her head. “Oh, spare me the lecture. So, it’s perfectly fine for you and Andrew to sleep around but when I do it I’m a slut?” she snapped. Dimitri shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he pulled into her driveway.

“That is not what I’m saying, and you know it! You’re sixteen. He’s eighteen!” he snapped, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel. Rose flinched, and Dimitri froze, catching her movement in the corner of his eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry, Rose. I know that you think that your brother and I are assholes, but we’re just trying to look out for you. Guys like Jesse, they are only after one thing and they aren’t going to stick around once they get it. You should wait…find someone you care about…more importantly someone who cares about you,” Dimitri said softly. Rose shook her head and gestured for him to open the car door. He obliged, opening it.

As Rose stepped out, she found her legs couldn’t hold her. Dimitri scooped her up. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he hissed smelling the vodka. “How much did you drink?”

“I really don’t think that’s any of your business,” she said pointedly, avoiding eye contact.

He rolled his eyes and picked her up gently, carrying her into the house. By the time he made it to her room, she’d passed out. Sighing heavily, he tucked her into bed. He couldn’t leave now. What if she got sick? Or…god forbid…had alcohol poisoning?

He wandered into his best friend’s room, letting out a groan…now was the hard part: tell Andrew or not? With all the commotion Rose made leaving it would be hard not to. But would would he say? I didn’t know how to react to seeing your sister in her bra, so I heavily implied she was a slut? He groaned, hitting his head off the door frame a few times. Why couldn’t she have just stayed home?

Shaking off the weight of that decision for now, he glanced up at the shelf of games and picked an old favorite, one he and Andrew hadn’t played in years. Popping it into the console, he allowed himself to get lost in the game, far away from Rose’s poor decisions and his own inapt reactions to them.

#va fanfic #vampire academy fanfiction #by sam #vampire academy #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #college au #college au revisted #janine hathaway #abe mazur #andrew hathaway #jesse zelkos

[thegetoufather]

TOXIC VALENTINE • ITACHI UCHIHA

step brother!itachi uchiha x f!reader

w/c: 3.8k

warnings: smut/18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, dark content (step-cest),  Itachi is a law student and you are in undergrad student, virgin!reader, mentions of squirting, Itachi is a gentle and good man

a/n: and here it is, the idea that converted me to stepcest. this is my contribution to the cummunity’s tender taboos collab, and this fic turned out to be a lovely medium of both with the journey i took on it. Be sure to check out the rest of the fics!! i cannot thank @dilfphobes, @erwinsvow, @karikarasuno & @whats-her-quirk for screaming with me through this. there might be more i revist in this au at some point but none will involve sasuke, just throwing that out there.

“Do it. Don’t do it. Do it. Don’t do it.”

The pieces of red rose fall on to your white bedding as you pluck away at the flower for your answer, the mantra you’ve been chanting in your head starting to make you dizzy as you work your way to the last petal. The tiny voice in your brain starts to think about how the tradition even began – the one where you pull apart the symbol of a declaration of love for a true answer. It’s stupid, the answer is in the object itself. 

The monologue questioning the belief dies down when you reach the last petal, fingers hesitating as you pull it off the stem. 

“Do it.”

You let out a shaky sigh, smoothing over your sweater dress as you contemplate what exactly you would say to him. You realize you can’t ask this of him, and that this stupid flower game is wrong. You look up at your vanity, ready to try again, only to see that the vase that had been given to you is filled with stems.

Your indecisiveness worked you down to the last flower. 

It’s now or never, and you silence the uneasy voices in your head the minute your feet hit the floor, moving to the vanity to swipe the car keys resting by the makeup. You glance at your appearance in the mirror, dusting any remaining rose petals off you before heading out the door. 

It’s unusually warm for a February night, your fleece-lined tights and oversized university sweatshirt enough to keep you warm for the short walk to your car. The engine hums to life after you get in, and you crank up the volume of the radio to drown out any second thoughts as you pull out of the lot. 

Itachi’s apartment complex is only 10 minutes away from yours, but navigating the mess of undergrads in a college town adds an extra 5 to your trip. There’s a line that extends about a block down for the only bistro in the area, filled with boyfriends that definitely didn’t forget the upcoming holiday. The shopping district is packed, the bars abandoned for the overpriced boutiques for last minute gifts and outfits. The milling crowds thin as you approach the graduate school quad. It’s quieter here, the tranquility that comes with the maturity of the age of the residents evident in the atmosphere. 

You park in the visitor lot, walking up towards the lobby of his building. The metal buttons of the door buzzer are cool under your fingertips, the dull ring filling the lobby after you’ve punched the code to Itachi’s apartment. The voice that picks up is smoother than who you were expecting, the snarky lilt it carries coming through with the “Hello?” he gives you when you pick up. 

“Hey Deidara,” you reply, “Can you let me in?”

“Oh hey, little sis!”

“I’m not your sister.”

“Technicalities,” he says, and you can see him waving you off in your head as he brushes off your objection. The door buzzes to announce that it's been unlocked, Deidara continuing on despite the sound of your boots marching through the lobby. 

The ball of nerves in your stomach feels heavier in the elevator, as though the gravity of it was getting stronger with each floor you go up. It rolls around in your belly as you approach the apartment door, and you freeze when you reach their door. It opens before you knock, and you're greeted by the half smile peeking through from Deidara’s large blond bang.

“Itachi!” He calls, turning his head towards the living room to beckon the other man forward. “Sissy came to visit!”

“She isn’t your sister, Deidara,” Itachi says, stepping into the doorframe. He sounds level headed as ever, a cold edge creeping into his voice to extinguish Deidara’s feistiness. Itachi warms up as he focuses on you, welcoming you into the apartment before Diedara can get another word in. 

“What brings you to this side of campus?” he asks.

“I was craving Ichiraku’s and wanted to see if you would come get some with me,” you lie.

“Blegh, how you crave that salty junk is beyond me,” Deidara huffs.

“She wasn’t asking if you wanted any,” Itachi retorts, Deidara’s eyebrow twitching in response to the quip.

“Whatever, not like I’m going to stick around long enough to join you guys even if I wanted to, Hidan and I are headed to the bars. You know what you find at bars two days before Valentine’s Day?”

The question is posed to no one in particular, and neither you nor Itachi rise to the bait.

Naturally, Deidara takes this as his cue to fill in the blanks for you.

“Desperation,” he informs, “And I plan on lapping that shit up.” He laughs, parting his index and middle fingers and brings them to his mouth. Deidara’s tongue darting out to flick the air between them in a crude gesture to really paint the picture for both of you. He only breaks the act to grab his keys off the foyer, shouting “Later, losers!” before the door slams behind him.

Itachi lets out a sigh before turning back to you, eyes crinkling as that soft smile he reserves for you returns to his face. “Let me just go grab my wallet from my room, and we’ll head out, okay? It’s my treat.”

“Itachi, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Big brothers take care of their little sisters, right?”

Itachi has been saying things like that ever since he entered your life 4 years ago, but it never failed to make your tummy flip every time. 

Life as an only child had been lonely, the house felt like it had too many rooms for the people that lived in it. You yearned for a sibling, building fantasies about the older brother who walked with you from the bus stop after school or a sister to have tea parties with. You never realized that fantasy would be fulfilled with your mother’s second marriage.

Itachi was the ultimate big brother figure — kind and attentive, the overachiever who got into law school who never brags about his laurels. He was far more warm to you than Sasuke was, becoming a pillar for you to lean on whenever things got tough. Itachi always had interest in knowing everything about you, from the mundane things like your favorite color to the movie you turn on when you’re upset. It’s why even after he’s found his wallet, you two still sit on his bed, catching up about school and the other events you may have missed.

“So do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day?” Itachi asks.

“Umm, Ino wants all of us to go to this one speed dating thing, but I have a feeling we might just end up ditching and going to Akatsuki’s. She’s been venting about how Sai hasn’t made any moves to ask her out, so she’s heading on a warpath so that all her single friends party hard with her.”

“Hopefully not one heading straight into the arms of the Diedaras of the world.”

“God, I hope not.”

“I have to say, I’m surprised that you’re tagging along with Ino,” he remarks.

“What does that mean?”

“Just thought you would have someone special in your life by now, that’s all.” 

“Well what do you know, Itachi Uchiha, boy genius, got something wrong for the first time in his life,” you say with a wry smile. 

“Hey, I’m serious. You’re amazing, and I hope you meet the guy who recognizes that soon, you just gotta put yourself out there.”

“Funny, Ino was giving me the same spiel last night to get me to go out with her,” you tease. 

“You care to retell the convincing argument?” Itachi stretches out on his side as you prepare the story, looking up at you with twinkling eyes as you begin. You clear your throat, preparing for the rise in pitch you need to use to pull off the impression of Ino. 

“Yeah, to some it might be kind of sad to go on some blind dates on Valentine’s Day, but it’s the day of romance! Excitement! Endless possibilities! It’s not just about spending time with the love of your life, it could be the day you find the love of your life. What’s the harm?” You bow at the waist at the end of your performance, laughing when Itachi breaks out into an impressed slow clap. 

“Not bad, not bad. What did you end up saying?”

“Well,” you begin, bringing your knees up to your chest as you think back to that night. Perhaps it had been the Whiteclaws or Ino’s stubbornness, but the idea of a magical meet up wasn’t the worst thing in the world. 

Maybe the boy sitting at the other end of the table would be the cute boy in your math class who’s always talking about his dog, and maybe in the future those kind eyes would shine on you in the same way. Or it could be the lazy lidded boy with the spiky ponytail you see at the library, that night being the first time you hear something other than “What a drag” leave his mouth. That could be the night you fall for something deeper, and then down the road, you get to hear him say “I love you” in that husky voice of his. 

You can keep dreaming of the dates and the warmth you will share with the boy you meet that night, but the fantasies all end the same way, with them – 

“Well?” Itachi’s voice breaks you away from your train of thought.

“I said yes,” you say softly. “But I’m having second thoughts.”

“Why’s that?” He sits up again, as though the gesture will affirm you have his full attention. 

“Itachi, stop playing coy, you know why,” you snap.

“I genuinely do not, so explain it to me, angel.”

“Because I’m, I’m–”

Inexperienced. 

It wasn’t because of any active choice, it just happened to be the way life had worked out for you—too busy with school occupying your mind, a boy had been the least of your worries. But as life went on, you started hearing stories from your friends that you could relate to less and less. Stories of first loves and first heartbreaks. Of awkward first times and things that made them giggle between the sheets. Stories that made you yearn and also realize how behind you really were in all of these things. 

And yes, virginity is a construct, and love happens when it happens. But when it’s all you’re surrounded by, you can’t help but fall prey to that nagging little voice in your head telling you that something is wrong with you, that you’ll never know what to do or that you’ll never find anyone who will get it.

It’s these thoughts that cause the fantasies to fade to black, blowing out the candles at that dinner table, and obscuring the boy at the other end from your view, leaving you back where you started.

You can feel yourself sinking deeper into that pit, and the warmth of Itachi’s calloused fingers is what brings you back. 

He’s cupping your face with both hands, watching your watery eyes try to focus on him again. 

“I keep losing you, angel, what’s going on?” He whispers, right thumb rubbing soft circles into your cheek.

You take a deep breath, hands circling Itachi’s wrists as you muster up the courage to ask for what you really wanted out of tonight. 

“Itachi, I don’t know shit about this stuff. Especially …” you trail off, hoping he would fill in the blank for you, but he continues to hold that watchful gaze, waiting for the word to fall past your lips.

“Sex,” you supply meekly, “And I’m worried that it will fuck things up with whatever guy I meet, so I just, I need to know what it’s like, Itachi, I –”

He cuts off your rambling with a slight squish of your cheeks, your lips parted in an O as you take in the smile that's tugging the corner of his mouth. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so nervous to ask me,” Itachi starts, “It’s almost cute, the way you’re acting we haven’t done this before.”

If Itachi tried, you’re sure he would be able to map the way the heat blooms across the arteries of your cheeks as you think back to that summer night. A night where you were up a little too late and you asked if guys really liked squirting, which somehow led to you having your legs spread open over his thighs. You could see the way your panties were dangling off your ankle so clearly in the mirror, Itachi was whispering about how you had to keep your eyes open for this – so you could see the way the slick was starting to drip down his fingers with each stroke of them in your sloppy cunt, so that you wouldn't miss the way the clear fluid splashed against the glass. 

“You have to tell me what you want,” Itachi says. “So I can be sure.”

“I’m sure, Itachi.” 

“You’re sure about what?” he repeats. “You have to use your words.”

“I want you to teach me how to have sex.” You sound breathless, your heart hammering against your rib cage as you tighten your grip around his hands. Time stands still as you wait for his answer, so you try to settle yourself, inhaling deeply as you count the smattering of freckles on his nose to calm down. 

“Teach me how to do this, please,” you beg.

He closes the gap between you two, soft lips pressing against yours. He tastes like cinnamon, comforting with an edge of spice that licks your veins. He leans closer, pushing you down so your back hits the bed, hands smoothing over your legs till he reaches the waistband of your tights. 

“Can I take these off?” he asks, plucking the edge so that it snaps against your skin. 

“Yeah, yeah.”

Itachi’s fingertips hook under the waistband, peeling the black material off your legs before tossing it to the side. He sits on his heels and takes off his shirt, porcelain abs rippling as he pulls it off his head. Your mouth goes dry at the sight—of course Itachi would be able to juggle law school and manage to stay this fit. You can’t help but reach out to trace the planes of hard muscle, raking through the dark happy trail that leads to his sweats. You reach for the drawstring, but he catches your wrist, bringing it up to kiss the back of your hand. “It’s not quite time for that yet,” Itachi says, picking up your calf and settling it on his sculpted shoulder. The position knocks you off balance, and you sink further in the bed, and it feels like he’s towering over you. 

His tongue darts to lick your ankle and you moan, and he moves his lips to touch the wetted skin before peppering kisses down your calf. By the time he reaches your knee, you’re a live wire, the surging electricity getting stronger and stronger the closer he gets to your core. He takes his time with your thigh, sucking at the spot that lies at the junction of your pelvis as he hears you stammer out his name, smiling to himself as he watches the bruise bloom in its wake. His nose brushes against the growing wet spot in your panties and you keen, your hips bucking slightly in the hopes of further stimulation. 

“Itachi,” you say, voice wobbling in wait. “Do something.”

So he does, pressing a kiss into the damp spot in the white silk before taking it off of you, leaving the fabric dangling off your ankle, reminiscent of a scene that he’s seen before. “Why don’t you show me if you remember what I taught you?”

You prop yourself on your elbows, ridding yourself of your sweater and bra before you begin. Goosebumps erupt as the cool air hits your skin, and you realize how exposed you are in this moment, all naked and vulnerable. But the way Itachi is looking at you makes it feel like the sun is shining down on you, a warmth that soothes the assault of the air and coaxes you to spread your legs for him. 

You snake a hand down your body, running your fingers through your folds to gather the slick that's collected between them. You spread your lips apart to give him a view of your entrance, circling the edge of the hole with your middle finger before finally pushing in. Your eyelashes flutter every time your palm bumps against your clit, breaking the moans bubbling from your throat with each push into your walls. 

“That’s my girl,” Itachi praises, and you slip another finger in. You crook your hand to find that gummy spot within you, but it isn’t enough. It’s futile when you know that it takes this many fingers for him to work you open much further. You call out to him, beckoning him with sweet syllables rolling off your tongue. 

“W-want, want more, want you inside, please.” 

“Anything for you, angel.”

He pulls your hand out of your cunt, sticking the digits in his mouth to clean them off. You sigh as his tongue swirls around them. When he’s done, Itachi pushes two large fingers into you, starting off with shallow pumps as you writhe underneath him. He indulges you to the fullest, picking up the pace as you begin to buck into his hand. 

“Mmmm, Itachi, think I’m gonna, gonna –”

“I know, angel, I know.” His thumb finds its way to your clit, the rough pad rolling tight circles till you begin to see stars, clamping down on his fingers with a cry as your orgasm tears through you. He kisses your forehead when he sees you wince from the withdrawal of his fingers, whispering his praises against your hairline before getting up to grab a condom. 

You can’t help but widen your eyes when you see Itachi shrug off his boxers. He’s a bit longer than he is wide, but he’s pretty – two veins running along the sides of the silken skin, the head flushed and dribbling pre. He catches you staring as he tears the foil apart with his teeth, letting out a laugh at the sight of you taking him all in. 

Itachi rolls the latex on and clambers back to the bed, settling in between your legs once more as he rubs his coated cock through your glistening lips. 

“Hey,” he cooes, “Come back to me. I’ll be gentle, you know that.”

You nod, watching as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

“Are you ready for me?” He asks, searching your eyes for any second thoughts.

“I’m ready,” you reply, spreading your legs further apart for him. 

The initial push burns, a stretch that makes you feel like you’re on fire and you both can’t help but gasp. Itachi rests his forehead against yours as he pushes in, kissing the way the tears that threaten to trickle when he gives you time to adjust to him.

“Need you to relax for me, angel,” Itachi murmurs in your ear. “Breathe with me, okay? There’s no rush.”

You nod into his shoulder, steadying your breath as you feel yourself accommodate to his girth, eyes rolling further into the back of your skull as you register how full you really are. 

Itachi pauses when he feels like he’s moved in as far as you can take for now, repositioning his arms by your head so he can see your face more clearly. The loose raven hair falls from his shoulders, curtaining you both off from the rest of the world. He reaches out for your cheek again as he pulls back, pushing back in with a shallow thrust that has you gripping the sheets.

He continues to go slow, watching your face as your brow unfurrows from the translation of the pain into pleasure. our moans go from hesitant to longer as hepicks up the pace, meeting your hips with stronger, more purposeful thrusts that have you crying his name. 

“Fuck, angel, your pussy is heavenly, just what I’d expect, you’re doing great, you’re doing perfect.” Itachi’s praises are slurred against your skin, your cunt fluttering around his cock with every word, heels digging into his back to keep him closer so you can hear more. 

His hand moves to where your bodies are joined to toy with your neglected clit, almost as though he can sense how close you really are. He catches the groan that falls from your lips with a kiss as he continues to roll circles against the bud, 

“Cum for me, baby, I know you can,” he whispers when you break away, and you let out a whimper as you feel yourself clamp down on him again. 

Itachi loses it at the sight of you in ecstasy up-close, spilling into the condom soon after you, all because of the way you arched up against him. Hekisses swollen lips parted in an O as you reach your high for the second time tonight. 

Itachi lowers himself onto you after he’s pulled out, hugging you close as you both catch your breaths. 

“How do you feel?” Itachi asks, pushing your sweaty hair away from your forehead.

“Amazing,” you say, “That was, amazing.”

“I’m glad.” 

“Was it, was it good for you?” you ask hesitantly. 

He laughs, giving a deep rumble that begins from his chest before leaning forward to kiss your nose. “I wasn’t lying when I said you felt like heaven.”

You can feel butterflies in your stomach as he smiles down on you, giving you one more kiss before he leans over to grab his shirt from the ground.

“Wear this,” he says, “I’ll go get you some water and then go to Ichiraku. For real this time.” He heads to the bathroom to clean up, and your flop back on the bed, closing your eyes as you sink into the mattress.

The dream starts the same as it always does. 

With a kind boy at the end of the table making pleasant conversation. But as the candlelight starts to flicker, the scene doesn't fade to black — his features start to change. He sports long raven black hair and dark eyes, a chiseled jaw and lips always turned in an understanding smile.

When you open your eyes and see that same boy standing above you with water and your hot meal, you realize the error in asking Itachi to prepare you seeing other guys — the fact that this beautiful boy had ruined them all for you.

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[t-lostinworlds]

Revenge Is Sweet (Series Masterlist)

~ a Tom Holland Social Media AU

》 STATUS: completed...for now ;) 》 PAIRING: college!football player!tom x college!female!reader 》 TROPE/GENRE: college au; fake dating au; idiots to lovers; angst; fluff; crack-ish 》 WARNINGS: the most cliché of clichés, tropes galore, cheating, pettiness, language, sexual jokes + innuendos, gossips + tea, football ⚽️, not-so-accurate photos, not-so-accurate depictions of college, harrison being a swiftie, tom being a huge flirt, football!player!tom!, flirtatious conversations (e.g. teasing talks & hints of/about sex, nothing explicit), cheesy one-liners, even cheesier captions/tweets, sprinkles of angst, very cute/soft/sweet moments, and long ass text messages especially as the series progresses.

✩ TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST ✩ MAIN MASTERLIST ✩

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➽ Synopsis:

What happens if your boyfriend cheats on you with your well-known tormenter? Even more exciting, what happens if the Tom Holland—football captain, campus heartthrob, your well-known tormenter’s boyfriend, etcetera—asks you to get revenge on them with him? To put things not so simply, if your boyfriend cheated on you with his girlfriend, who cheated on him with your boyfriend, would that make you friends? Or maybe…something more?

➽ Parts:

⚽️ Intro ⟶ the players ⚽️ Part 1 ⟶ honeymoon phase  ⚽️ Part 2 ⟶ too good to be true ⚽️ Part 3 ⟶ accidental rebound ⚽️ Part 4 ⟶ ️if your enemy is my enemy... ⚽️ Part 5         ↳ 5.1 ⟶ charm & persuade         ↳ 5.2 ⟶ pros & cons ⚽️ Part 6 ⟶ ️game plan ⚽️ Part 7 ⟶ ️let’s start rumours ⚽️ Part 8         ↳ 8.1 ⟶ fiery & reveal(?)         ↳ 8.2 ⟶ real & fake(?) ⚽️ Part 9         ↳ 9.1 ⟶ perfect & precious company         ↳ 9.2 ⟶ ️pregame care & packages ⚽️ Part 10 ⟶ oscar-worthy “acting” ⚽️ Part 11 ⟶ chase(ing) self-deception ⚽️ Part 12 ⟶ revenge is bitter ⚽️ Part 13         ↳ 13.1 ⟶ assist to goal (bc idiot needs help)         ↳ 13.2 ⟶ assist to goal (bc other idiot needs help) ⚽️ Part 14 ⟶ ️for real, this time ⚽️ Part 15 ⟶ revenge turned out sweeter [final]

➽ Extras:

tom asking begging for your number

⚽️ REVISTING IS SWEETER (Masterlist)

a collection of Revenge Is Sweet written extras

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[thecuriousinferno]

I have like 900 fics started and every time i go to work on one I start thinking of another and help i’m drowning

#text post #when will i ever finish one #COLLEGE AU IS THE WORST #BC THERE'S LITERALLY #9 GIRLS TO WRITE SHIT FOR #HOW THEY EACH MEET AND STUFF #UCINGF #CHIKARIKO'S IS LIKE 4 DIFFERENT PIECES #I'VE WRITTEN #I WROTE HOW THEY MET #NEVER FINISHED IT #STARTED THEIR FIRST DATE #I JUST REVISTED IT AFTER LIKE 4 MONTHS #STARTED A LIGHTHEARTED COMEDY CENTERED AROUND DIA #I'M DIE

[ticktrefoil]

still trying to get the hang of my Fancy Tablet, so i drew these on the train. i designed cecily’s parents a while ago, but never really revisted them. anselm ironfist (big strong taciturn healdad) and ismay reeve (tiny angry indolent spearmom). also, enjoy what cecily would look like if she ever DID go to college in a modern au (she dropped out after a month)

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[politicaastazi]

Paul Gottfried: Ce se întâmplă cu naţiunile istorice ale Europei? – „Nu ştiu ce e mai periculos, tiranul care ne lipseşte de viaţă sau cel care ne lipseşte de identitate, de tradiţie!”

La 150 de ani de la infiintarea sa, Universitatea „Alexandru Ioan Cuza” din Iaşi a găzduit conferinţa „Worrying about Europe’s historic nations” susţinuta de Paul Gottfried, profesor universitar doctor la Departamentul de Ştiinţe Politice, Elisabethtown College, Statele Unite şi cel mai cunoscut critic american al neoconservatorismului, multiculturalismului şi elitelor manageriale ale statului. Este autor a numeroase cărţi, articole şi studii despre istoria intelectualităţii, paleoconservatorism, istoriografie veche şi teorie politică, publicate în mai multe limbi. Descendent al unei familii evreieşti de cultură germană din Budapesta, educat la Yale şi la Yeshiva University, Paul Gottfried e un reputat istoric al mişcării conservatoare, bucurându-se de-a lungul vieţii de prietenia lui Richard Nixon, Pat Buchanan, John Lukacs, Christopher Lasch şi Murray Rothbard. Beneficiar al unei burse Guggenheim, profesorul Gottfried a publicat zece cărţi şi sute de articole, în reviste de specialitate şi în presă americană şi din Europa. Prof. Paul Gottfried este autorul lucrării „Mişcarea conservatoare”, apărută în toamna anului trecut la Editura Logos, în traducerea lui Dragoş Moldoveanu şi sub îngrijirea lui Mircea Platon. Prezentăm mai jos textul  al conferinţei susţinute la Iasi de Paul Gottfried, în traducerea lui Mircea Platon. „E o onoare deosebită pentru mine să mă adresez astăzi dumneavoastră cu ocazia sărbătoririi a 150 de ani de la întemeierea universităţii dumneavoastră. Universitate care, am aflat, e cel mai vechi centru de învăţământ superior din România. Mărimea si facilităţile impresionante ale Universităţii „Al. I. Cuza” precum si distinşii profesori si membri ai administraţiei universitare pe care i-am întâlnit mi-au dat o idee despre rolul pe care îl jucaţi in propăşirea educaţională si culturală a României. Ca atâtea alte centre europene de educaţie care au devenit proeminente in secolul al nouăsprezecelea, Iaşul a reflectat si a promovat in acelaşi timp renaşterea naţionala care avea loc in acea epoca. Nu era, si nici nu e încă, nicio incompatibilitate intre a fi unul din punctele focale ale gândirii si cercetării si redescoperirea tradiţiei naţionale. Aceste procese au mers mana in mana in Europa Centrala si de Est, si din acest punct de vedere Iaşul si România nu sunt excepţii. Un fenomen mai nou e insa încercarea deliberata de a slabi conexiunea care exista intre naţiuni si trecutul lor istoric, diminuarea relaţiei dintre învăţământ sau alte activităţi culturale si contextul specific naţional. Aceasta moda a implicat tratarea politicii, a educaţiei si a „valorilor” ca exerciţii de antrenare a conştiinţei globale. Desigur ca nimeni nu neaga standardele de decenta umana sau impulsurile conştiinţei care ne fac sa tratam alte fiinţe omeneşti cu respectul cuvenit. Nu voi nega nici faptul ca încleştările si conflictele etnice si naţionale si ura la care au dat naştere au avut, in special in aceasta parte a Europei, consecinţe nefericite. S-a vărsat mult sânge nevinovat din cauza ca naţiunile europene nu au putut sa îşi rezolve in mod paşnic disputele etnice si teritoriale.  Ca descendent al unor oameni care au suferit mult in ambele războaie mondiale,  declanşate din cauza unor răni naţionale lăsate sa se infecteze, pot sa înţeleg refuzul unor europeni de a se întoarce in acel punct. De ce sa trezeşti monstrul care doarme si care ar putea sa ne rănească dacă-l sculam din somn?

Dar astăzi nu aceasta e principala noastră problema. Problema noastră e diferită şi cel puţin la fel de gravă. Ameninţările la adresa libertăţilor individuale si colective vin din Occident, dintr-o civilizaţie cu care România are legături lingvistice, culturale si religioase. Ameninţările la care mă refer vin de la cei care, in numele luptei împotriva inamicului „fascist”, vor să niveleze si să omogenizeze omenirea, începând cu cei care ţin prea mult la trecutul lor. Statul universal omogenizant care nivelează până la anihilare naţiuni, sexe si comunitati e acum pericolul care i-a luat locul lui Hitler, Stalin, Ceauşescu si altor tirani recenţi. Daca vechii tirani mărşăluiau împotriva duşmanilor  naţionali sau mobilizau masele împotriva aşa-ziselor „clase duşmănoase”, noul inamic îmbrăţişează întreaga omenire pentru a o reeduca!!! Nu ştiu ce e mai periculos, tiranul care ne lipseşte de viaţă sau cel care ne lipseşte de identitate, de tradiţie. Părţile/puterile centrale si de vest ale continentului european s-au depărtat atât de tare de idealul lui Charles de Gaulle, al unei „Europe a naţiunilor”, ca ne vine greu sa credem ca nu mai târziu de anii ’50 cei din Europa Centrala si de Vest se considerau o confederaţie de comunităţi naţionale. Uniunea Europeana reglementează acum pana si cele mai mici aspecte ale comportamentului social in numele tolerantei. E intr-adevăr imposibil pentru orice naţiune membra a UE sa încerce sa se conducă după propriile standarde naţionale sau religioase fara sa fie învinuita ca incalca vreunul din „drepturile omului” confecţionate birocratic. Aceleaşi autoritati internaţionale ne dictează si ce putem sau ce nu putem sa spunem despre propria noastră istorie, si ce trebuie sa credem si sa predam in scoli pentru a nu fi consideraţi „intoleranţi”. Lucrând la cartea mea despre stânga europeana post-marxista, adică multiculturala, am fost şocat sa descopăr dezrădăcinarea planificata a europenilor, un proces controlat si încurajat de administratorii guvernamentali, si care se petrece deja de multa vreme in tari receptive la asemenea tratament precum Spania, Germania, Suedia si Anglia. Printre vecinii dumneavoastră occidentali, corectitudinea politica se afla la loc de cinste si orice abatere de la criteriile ei e considerata, din ce in ce mai des, o crima... Populaţiile majoritare au fost reeducate conform modelului cultural-politic propus de marxistul cultural Jürgen Habermas, printre alţii…Adica  europenii ar trebui sa se vadă pe sine nu ca membri ai unor naţiuni etnice sau istorice, ci ca cetăţeni ai unei… democraţii generice. Aceasta democraţie rezista sau cade odată cu ceea ce s-au declarat a fi nişte… drepturi ale omului universal aplicabile, deşi in acest sistem ...grupurile imigrante sunt uneori considerate „mai egale” decât populaţia indigena. Recent, un politician creştin-democrat german s-a plâns… ca imigranţii turci din tara lui nu devin cu adevărat germani. Identitatea germana la care se gândea creştin-democratul respectiv implica si obligatoria acceptare a vinovatiei pentru Holocaust si pentru tot felul de nenumărate alte atrocitati puse astăzi in cârca unor germani morţi demult. In forma ei teutonica, aceasta pervertire a identitatii naţionale presupune acte de autoînjosire – sau ceea ce germanii numesc „Sündenstolz”, adică sa fii mândru ca iti mărturiseşti vina de a fi membru al unei naţiuni mandre de a-si mărturisi vina.Sa fim seriosi! Dar eurocratul  Jacques Attali, romancierul Umberto Eco, si teoreticianul social Antonio Negri au plăsmuit o imagine mult mai senina a… viitoarei ordini globaliste. Aceasta ordine va fi caracterizata prin nomadism, mai specific, prin năvala popoarelor din Lumea a Treia în Occident. Problema pe care si-o pun asemenea veseli profeţi ai unei Europe reeducate, falsificate din temelii, nu e dacă europenii ar trebui sa fie lăsaţi să-şi decidă singuri viitorul. Europenii pur si simplu nu au nimic de spus in această privinţă… Deşi sociologul francez, si consilier al fostului preşedinte Mitterand, Edgar Morin a celebrat in paginile ziarului Le Monde “haosul care devine Europa”, obiectul celebrării sale nu e rezultatul unei evoluţii organice si nici un simplu răspuns la … nevoia banala de forţa de munca ieftina. „Haosul care devine Europa”  e rezultatul unui plan pentru reconstrucţia radicala susţinut de factori de decizie… cândva naţionali si acum supranaţionali.  Blair a inventat sau a exagerat nevoile economiei pentru asemenea forţa de munca ieftina pentru a-si justifica planurile de transformare culturala a Marii Britanii. Blair inca nu si-a cerut scuze pentru nobila sa minciuna… Să reţinem că acest plan pentru o ordine democratica globala de un fel sau altul nu e deloc străin culturii politice americane. Faptul ca sunt cunoscut ca un critic al acestei idei specific americane a transformării democratice globale a dus la încercarea de a mă izola si de a mă distruge profesional. A dus la strania situaţie ca mai degrabă mă citesc… polonezii, romanii si ruşii decât universitarii si jurnaliştii americani. Pe scurt, am devenit un fel de non-persoana la mine in tara, deoarece am exprimat sentimente ne-americane….  Ideile mele „deviaţioniste” au avut in vedere de obicei misiunea noastră de a impune, fie si prin forţa armelor, drepturile omului in alte tari, aparent mai puţin dezvoltate. Mai recent am atras atenţia asupra indiferentei falşilor „conservatori” americani in privinţa asaltului asupra libertăţilor civile si a identitatilor naţionale care se petrece in Canada si in Europa. Cenzurarea limbajului incorect politic e in general privita de mass-media noastră, inclusiv de presa Republicana, drept un lucru necesar pentru ajutorarea fostelor societati autoritare in drumul lor spre democraţie. Central-europenii care protestează împotriva acestui aranjament sunt trataţi in presa americana ca „extremişti de dreapta”. Dar dezavantajele acestui tip de control multicultural sunt prea evidente pentru a putea fi ignorate. Ele merg de la întemniţarea celor care neaga versiunea istorica impusa de stat in privinţa anumitor evenimente istorice, cum ar fi Holocaustul sau masacrul armenilor din Turcia (deşi cei care neaga crimele comise de tirania sovietica nu patesc nimic), pana la persecuţia creştinilor care susţin deschis morala biblica. In Anglia, un pastor baptist de 42 de ani a fost arestat pentru ofensa adusa ordinii publice si drepturilor omului pentru ca a spus intr-o predica cum ca „homosexualitatea e un păcat in ochii lui Dumnezeu”.  In Canada si in Suedia, li s-au intentat procese penale preoţilor creştini care au îndrăznit sa citească cu voce tare in biserica parti ale textului biblic care condamna stilurile de viata alternative. Dar lasă-i pe germani sa le impună tuturor cu forţa o educaţie politic corecta… Creştinii germani care vor sa-si educe copiii acasă sunt acumadusi in închisoare fără prea multe discuţii. Câtă vreme inamicii libertăţii fac uz de limbajul drepturilor omului sau de antifascismul bun la toate, nu lipsesc oportunităţile de suprimare a celor care sunt consideraţi necorespunzători. Paradoxal, rezultatele acestei aparente democratizări s-au dovedit a fi opuse libertăţii, sistemelor de credinţă tradiţionale si identităţii naţionale. Dar cei care avansează noua ordine dau din bagheta magica a drepturilor universale si nimic nu li se poate opune… Deja acest termen a ajuns sa ilustreze „pericolul doctrinei înarmate”, termen pe care Edmund Burke l-a inventat pentru a descrie pretenţiile universaliste si violenta expansionista ale Revoluţiei Franceze. Ceea ce un anumit grup aflat la putere decide ca e convenabil pentru el trebuie sa fie aplicat tuturor, si daca asta nu se poate face prin mijloace paşnice, atunci se vor face presiuni pentru ca toata lumea sa se conformeze unui anumit principiu, unei anumite valori sau unui anumit drept. Dar imediat ce acest plan e pus in aplicare apar anumite tensiuni. Acest plan a provocat, nu întâmplător, din toate părţile lumii, o revărsare de populaţii diverse cultural si uneori duşmănindu-se reciproc. Suntem îndemnaţi sa primim cu braţele deschise aceasta revărsare de umanitate care îşi exercita dreptul la libera circulaţie, deşi membrii acestor comunităţi nu sunt de obicei dispuşi sa accepte îndoctrinarea postmoderna care li se aplica occidentalilor dezmoşteniţi cultural. Exact cum sa creezi din aceste sisteme de credinţa diferite un tot unitar, exemplificat in unele tari prin coexistenta paşnică a occidentalilor creştini corecţi politic si a patriarhilor musulmani practicând Sharia, e o problema pe care nu mă ofer sa o dezleg. Le voi lăsa doctorilor bisericii universale a drepturilor omului misiunea de a-si armoniza părţile comunităţii lor globale. Si soluţii sau finaluri fericite au venit de la susţinătorii acestui experiment. Acestea merg de la cele evocate de Michael Hardt si de Antonio Negri in best-sellerul lor Empire, in care propun o „lume a nomadismului si miscegenarii” care va pune capăt hegemoniei economice si politice a Occidentului, până la speranţa pe care si-o pun neoconservatorii americani intr-o lume clădita pe dogmele drepturilor omului si pe pieţele de consum. Asemenea vizionari considera migraţiile de populaţii spre Vest ca binefăcătoare, din cauza ca duc fie la un socialism triumfător, fie la o religie post-creştina universala a democraţiei teleghidate. Clasele politice si mediatice ale Occidentului nu sunt doar resemnate cu aceasta noua ordine. Sunt îndrăgostite pana la extaz de ea, si oricine citeşte  New York Times, Wall Street Journal, Le Monde, Süddeutsche Zeitung, sau orice alt mare ziar occidental nu poate sa nu observe acest lucru. O ultima observaţie pe această temă: pe măsură ce construirea societăţii globale pe bazele ideologiei drepturilor omului avansează, posibilitatea unei opoziţii devine din ce in ce mai redusa. Devine din ce in ce mai greu sa lupţi împotriva acestui proces făcând apel la ceea ce comunităţile sau naţiunile obişnuiau sa creadă. Experimentul îngustează si in cele din urma exclude orice posibilitate de apel la trecut, mai ales la ideile unei naţiuni majoritare care a existat înainte de iniţierea marşului forţat in viitor. In cele din urma devine necesar, pentru a rezista unui stagiu mai avansat al crizei culturale declanşate de experţii in drepturile omului, sa recrutezi radicali mai puţin radicali. Acest lucru explică de ce toţi cei care se opun concentrării de musulmani fundamentalişti in Olanda s-au raliat in jurul unui susţinător al drepturilor homosexualilor, Pym Fortun, si mai târziu s-au îngrămădit in jurul unei feministe de Lumea a Treia, Hirsi Ali. Aceasta doamna e acum in SUA, unde e subvenţionata cu bani frumoşi, ca  fellow si autor, de neoconservatorii de la American Enterprise Institute. Combinaţia ei de feminism si secularism a făcut-o draga pretinşilor noştri conservatori. Au găsit in aceasta figura o foarte oportuna (si poate in acest moment si singura posibila) critica a Islamului reacţionar. Ce tovarăş de drum mai bun pot găsi aceşti proslăvitori moderni târzii ai diversităţii si ai drepturilor omului decât o somaleza feminista si secularistă, cineva care nu ar putea fi niciodată confundata cu un tradiţionalist WASP (alb, anglo-saxon, protestant)? Nici măcar un pretins critic de dreapta al Islamului ca olandezul Geert Wilders nu invoca niciodată calvinismul tradiţional olandez; nici nu invoca trecutul naţional olandez atunci când previne împotriva imigranţilor musulmani. Mai degrabă alege sa evidenţieze incompatibilitatea dintre Coran si drepturile femeilor sau autoinventarea individuala. Aceasta tendinţa de a traduce identitatea in limbajul drepturilor omului e caracteristica americanilor. In SUA, creştinii albi sunt foarte dispuşi sa lase minorităţile etnice si religioase sa vorbească in numele lor… împotriva Stângii culturale. Membrii culturii cândva dominante se simt ruşinaţi sa-si apere tradiţiile, din cauza ca sunt convinşi ca tradiţiile sunt compromise de asocierea cu un trecut plin de prejudecăţi. Câteodată apărarea tradiţiilor poate fi făcuta de o maniera mai sensibila sau mai convingătoare daca non-WASP, non-albi si non-creştini pot fi făcuţi sa spună lucrurile pe care le-ar spune albii daca nu si-ar fi pierdut onoarea in proprii lor ochi. La fel de neliniştitor, dispariţia străvechilor tradiţii si identităţi naţionale a făcut uneori ca elitele locale, in compensaţie – lucru valabil mai ales in cazul administraţiei Bush –, sa întreţină relaţii conflictuale cu restul lumii. Aici se poate observa cu dureroasa claritate zelul misionar al guvernului american care încearcă sa aducă alte societăţi in turma democratica si pluralistă. Un prieten mi-a spus recent ca in SUA există două partide naţionale: unul ar primi pe toata lumea înăuntru, in vreme ce celalalt ar face acelaşi lucru daca nu ar fi interesat… sa controleze sau sa ocupe toate tarile altora. Desigur ca cele doua partide invoca aceleaşi concepte ale drepturilor omului… Dumneavoastră, cei din audienţă, vă întrebaţi poate ce legătura au observaţiile mele cu celebrarea aniversarii unei renumite universităţi naţionale. De ce ar trebui sa le pese profesorilor si studenţilor de la Universitatea „Al. I. Cuza” de problemele pe care le ridic aici? Mai precis, ce are a face avertismentul meu in privinţa imperialismului drepturilor omului cu acest avanpost al civilizaţiei dacice, fondat odată cu renaşterea naţiunii dumneavoastră istorice? Si de ce ar trebui eu, a cărui familie a luptat pentru Imperiul Austro-Ungar in Primul Război Mondial, sa fiu interesat de viitorul naţiunii a cărei moştenire e întrupată si transmisă de instituţia dumneavoastră? Răspunsul stă in reacţia mea la auzul unei afirmaţii atribuite preşedintelui american Woodrow Wilson, care in 1919 a ajutat la redesenarea graniţelor Europei. Dar  ceea ce presedintle american a căpătat valenţe noi si pozitive pentru mine, mă trezesc ca spun si eu cu Wilson: „Dumnezeu sa binecuvânteze micile natiuni ale Europei!”, sau in acest caz pe cele care ies la lumina din coşmarul opresiunii comuniste cu ceva simt al identităţii naţionale. Pronia divina v-a dat şansa sa terminaţi revoluţiile naţionale pe care le-aţi început in secolul al nouăsprezecelea, fără gafele care au însoţit prima încercare. Pentru reuşita acestei a doua încercări, va trebui sa evitaţi Scylla si Charybda trecute si prezente, adică si naţionalismul divizator, care face imposibile relaţiile cu vecinii, si pericolul de a sucomba ideologiei drepturilor omului si presiunilor globaliste care va ataca dinspre Occident. De acum vechile pericole si tentaţii pot sa nu mai fie atât de periculoase, aşa că m-am concentrat pe noile provocări cărora trebuie sa le faceţi faţă ca naţiune cultural-politică. Va rog sa reţineţi că nu va indemn sa începeţi sa va certaţi cu ungurii sau cu rusii sau chiar să vă reprimaţi expresia sincera a simpatiei pentru americani. Trebuie sa încercam să convieţuim cât de bine putem cu vecinii noştri, mai ales daca sunt mari puteri; si dacă interesul naţional o cere, trebuie sa facem uneori si alianţe de convenienta, jucând marile puteri una împotriva alteia. Dar in relaţiile cu SUA trebuie sa-i imitaţi pe polonezi si pe baltici, nu pe germani. Trebuie sa fiţi motivaţi in aceste relaţii de ceea ce e bun pentru tara dumneavoastră, nu de sentimentul ruşinii sau al inferiorităţii morale. Nici nu trebuie să lăsaţi să deveniţi complet dependenţi de marile puteri, aşa cum aţi fost forţaţi sa faceţi sub sovietici si, înainte de asta, sub domnia nazista. In final, ţara dumneavoastră poate avea doar doua tipuri de viitor: să fie o America de mana a doua, proslăvind „deschiderea”, „diversitatea”, si „drepturile omului”, sau sa fiţi urmaşii strămoşilor dumneavoastră. A fi român nu trebuie să vă oprească de la a asculta politicos predicile americane despre democraţia globală, dar ar trebui sa va împiedice de la a le lua prea in serios. Si dacă sunteţi îndreptăţiţi sa reconstruiţi infrastructura materiala după deceniile devastatoare ale dictaturii comuniste, aceste preocupări economice nu ar trebui sa fie exclusive. Nu ar trebui să vă facă să uitaţi cine sunteţi. Moralitatea publica si cultura naţională va definesc ca naţiune istorică, si aveţi o datorie colectiva de a controla aceste forte in interiorul graniţelor dumneavoastră. Poate că toate acestea vă sună straniu venind de la un oaspete american vorbind in engleza, dar tocmai datorita modului meu american de a gândi  îndrăznesc sa va dau aceste sfaturi. Veţi face mai multe pentru dumneavoastră rămânând naţiunea lui Eminescu si a lui Vasile Alecsandri decât daca urmaţi ca nişte sclavi directivele multiculturale ale UE sau devenind ceea ce decid ca trebuie sa fiţi experţii in politica externa de la Washington. Ca distinsă universitate românească reprezentând continuitatea poporului roman, dumneavoastră, aici, la Iaşi, puteţi sa va aduceţi cea mai importanta contribuţie la istoria umanităţii si a ţării dumneavoastră fiind mai deplin romani”.

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College AU - Revisited

Chapter 2: News Travels Fast

Dimitri sighed when he heard Rose coughing. He stood up, exhaling heavily and making his way into Rose’s room. He noticed the door to her en-suite was opened. He made his way into the room, leaning against the door frame and smirking at her.

“Don’t even start,” she moaned, before retching again. Dimitri chuckled and crouched down beside her.

“I think you are going to be suffering enough tomorrow,” he teased, pulling her hair into a bun and wrapping a hair tie around it. He rubbed her back soothingly.

“You are going to be so hungover in the morning,” he said softly. Rose rolled her eyes.

“Fuck off,” she growled. Dimitri dropped her her hair and removed his hand from her back. Rose let out a small groan of protest and Dimitri chuckled.

“Either I fuck off or, I comfort you. I can’t do both,” he quipped. Rose let out a pathetic whimper of ‘stay’. Dimitri laughed and rubbed her back again.

“Right, come on. Get it all up,” he said softly. After a few minutes it felt like she was starting to fall asleep. Dimitri stood up, scooping her into his arms and walking towards her bed. Rose groaned and grabbed his arm.

“Don’t leave me,” she demanded. Dimitri sighed.

“Come on Roza, you need to sleep,” he murmured, placing her onto the bed. Rose groaned and grabbed his arm.

“I just want someone to play with my hair,” she whined. Dimitri rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing down his jeans.

“Give me two minutes,” he muttered heading back to Andrew’s room. He threw on a pair of plaid trousers and a top before tiptoeing back to her room, hoping she had fallen asleep. No such luck. She was sitting upright, staring at him expectantly. He sighed and made his way over to the bed.

“You are a total brat,” he told her. Rose moved over, letting him slide on to the bed. She smirked, laying her head across his chest. Dimitri sighed, running a hand through her hair. His hand ran almost automatically through her hair until his eyes began to drift shut.

Andrew rolled his shoulders, trying to let out some tension. His back was tense from lifting crates. He paused in the driveway, glancing at the familiar car in the driveway. It looked just like Dimitri’s. But, he was on a date...wasn’t he? He shrugged, making his way into the house and dumping his keys into the drawer after locking the door.  He kicked off his shoes and made his way into the kitchen. He grinned when he realised his grandmother had sent another package from Scotland. He grabbed a teacake, shoving the full thing into his mouth and chewing. He made his way up the stairs and headed into his room. He was fucking exhausted.

Andrew groaned, rolling over in the bed and digging under his back. He pulled out the remote and groaned. How the fuck had that ended up under him? He noticed the time and groaned again. He should really get up and get dressed. He pursed his lips and rolled his shoulders and headed towards Rose’s room to wake her up. The little shit would sleep the whole day away if he let her. He opened the door and stepped inside. He noticed Rose’s hair splayed out across her pillow and he laughed at the knotted mess. He moved towards the bed and had to do a double take. Because his sister’s hair wasn’t draped across her pillow. It was draped across his best friend’s chest. He paused at the bottom of the bed and shook his head, taking in the sight before him, He had to try not to laugh. Dimitri’s hand was running through Rose’s hair and one of her legs was wrapped around Dimitri’s. Andrew smirked, pulling out his phone and taking a couple of pictures. He smirked when he saw them begin to stir. Dimitri groaned, covering his eyes and staring up at the flashing light that was going off. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, staring bleary eyed at Andrew who was glaring at him, his arms crossed over his chest. Dimitri’s hand immediately stilled in Rose’s hair. He sat up fully, gently moving Rose’s leg off of his. He stood up, holding out his hands.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he said quickly. Andrew raised his eyebrow and pursed his lips, trying to look pissed off.

“Oh really? Then what exactly is it?” he asked, praying he wouldn’t laugh. Dimitri ran his tongue over his lower lip and glanced at Rose, trying to find the words. Rose sat up and held her head, groaning. She stood up, making a run for the toilet. Andrew blinked in surprise and turned to face Dimitri.

“What has she gotten herself into now?” he asked. Dimitri crossed his arms over his chest and gestured at Rose.

“Why don’t you ask your sister?” he asked. Andrew turned away from him, his shoulders shaking. Andrew glanced at his sister then turned back to face Dimitri.

“Why are you avoiding the question? What’s going on?” he asked, trying to goad some sort of reaction. Dimitri clenched his jaw and shook his head.

“Nothing is going on. You’re being ridiculous,” Dimitri said, running a hand through his hair. Andrew smirked and turned to face his sister.

“All I know is that I walk in to my younger sisters room and I see you two all curled up in bed. What am I supposed to think?” he asked. Dimitri’s jaw tightened and he ran his tongue over his front teeth, ready to retort.

“Would the two of you shut the fuck up,” Rose moaned, clutching her head before retching again. Dimitri sighed and moved into the bathroom, leaning down to rub Rose’s back. Andrew leaned on the door frame and forced a scowl.

“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on? Or should I call dad?” he asked. Rose rolled her eyes and glared up at her brother.

“Clearly I am fucking hungover. Surely you should fucking recognise it,” she muttered, holding her head in her temple. This Andrew finally took seriously.

“You were drinking? Are you kidding me?” he snapped. He turned to face Dimitri, his eyes narrowed. Rose groaned and shook her head.

“For god’s sake Andrew. He is the one who got me home safely. Dimitri. He’s ripping the piss out of you he knows nothing happened for fucks sake. Now can you both fuck off and leave me to die,” she pleaded. Dimitri rolled his eyes and sat down beside her.

“You’re such a drama queen,” he muttered, forcing some pain killers and a bottle of water into her hands before leaving the room. Andrew pursed his lips and followed after Dimitri.

“So what happened last night? Where was she?” he asked. Dimitri stopped in his tracks and turned to face his best friend.

“She had too much to drink. I brought her home. Anything else you want to know you can find out from Rose,” he said. Andrew pursed his lip and shook his head.

“I didn’t know we kept secrets,” he muttered, picking at a loose piece of skin on his arm. Dimitri turned to face him and shook his head.

“It’s not my place,” he said quickly. Andrew pursed his lips and shook his head.

“You’re trying to hide something,” he muttered. To say he was pissed off was an understatement. He had started this morning trying to embarrass Dimitri hinting that something had happened. Now he was left wondering exactly what had happened that he didn’t know about.

Rose sighed and adjusted her tshirt, turning to face Lissa.

“I feel like everyone is looking at me,” she muttered, glancing to the front of the class. Lissa pursed her lips and nodded.

“It does feel like it. Although, you are wearing that low cut top. It usually gets you a lot of stares,” Lissa said, glancing down at her own chest and sighing. Rose laughed, shoving her and shaking her head.

“So anyway. He totally freaked and threatened Jesse. Can you believe the nerve?” She whispered. Lissa smirked and leaned in.

“Bet you found it totally hot,” she whispered. Rose flushed and shook her head.

“Please, he is like my brother,” she muttered. Lissa rolled her eyes, picking at her food. Sr pushed the food around and sighed.

“This is disgusting. I’m going to go grab something else. Do you want anything?” Lissa asked. Rose shook her head, finishing off her own lunch. She glanced over at Lissa, frowning when she realised that her best friend was striking up conversation with the new kid. She pursed her lips and shook her head. Not good. She jumped a little when someone thumped into the seat beside her.

“Hey gorgeous,” Jesse drawled, leaning back in the chair and giving her a cocky smile. Unfortunately for Jesse, Rose could only remember him stumbling out of the room away from Dimitri. She arched an eyebrow and glanced at him expectantly.

“I just wanted to see if you’re going to make an appearance at the beach later on tonight,” he said. Rose scoffed and shook her head.

“I can’t. I’m busy,” she lied. Jesse blinked in surprise and he looked at her, trying to read her face.

“Oh. Well, that’s a real shame. Maybe next time?” he asked, standing up. Rose nodded and glanced back at the lunch line, praying Lissa would hurry up. She met Lissa’s eyes and pulled a face. Lissa smiled, heading back towards her when suddenly a seat was kicked out in front of her, knocking Lissa’s plate all over her. Rose stood up, making her way towards Lissa who was wiping the food off of her shirt. Rose let out a growl and pushed her way towards Lissa.

“Are you alright?” she asked. Then they heard the laughter. Rose whirled round to face the culprit and grit her teeth; Avery. This girl just could not take a hint. Rose took a step towards the girl, her fist clenched. Avery was dating Lissa’s ex and was waging a sort of one sided war against Lissa. One that Lissa had no interest in. Rose however, was not above fighting in Lissa’s place.

“You little bitch.” Rose growled. Lissa grabbed her arm and shook her head.

“Come on Rose. She’s not worth it,” she pleaded. Avery smirked, glancing at her perfectly manicured nails. Rose took a step back and let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Must be hard when your boyfriend is in love with someone else. From what I hear Aaron is still in love with you. Second best. Shame really,” Rose sneered. Avery ground her teeth together and shook her head.

“Please, Aaron wants nothing to do with that psycho,” Avery sneered. Rose stiffened and felt Lissa do the same beside her. Avery smirked, realising that she had hit a nerve.

“I mean what type of psycho does that. Trying to kill yourself is a sin you know,” she goaded, eying the crucifix dangling from Lissa’s neck. Rose lunged forward, tugging free of Lissa’s grip. She grabbed Avery’s neck, lifting her into midair. Avery grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled, trying to loosen the grip.

“If you ever bring anything like that up again I am going to crush you,” Rose spat, loosening her grip and taking a step back.

“Maybe next time she’ll actually be successful, do us all a favour,” Avery said, shaking her head. She wasn’t expecting Rose’s fist to crash into her face.

“HATHAWAY!”

Rose laughed, resting her head on Lissa’s shoulder.

“That was totally worth getting my arse handed to me. I have detention for the next two weeks. Kirova was pissed but did you see Avery’s face? That’s definitely going to leave a bruise,” she chuckled. Lissa smiled, running her hand through Rose’s hair and sighing.

“I wish you didn’t have to resort to violence,” Lissa said softly. Rose shrugged and glanced up at her best friend.

“She deserved it Lissa. There is no way I would let her get away with saying something like that to you,” Rose said, meeting Lissa’s eyes and smiling. Lissa frowned, tracing the scars on her wrist.

“Sometimes I wonder…” she began. Rose shook her head, sitting up and glaring at her.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare,” she snapped. Lissa glanced at her, her eyes glossing over.

“It should have been me,” she muttered. Rose shook her head.

“Don’t listen to that stupid bitch, she doesn’t have a clue what she is talking about. You are loved and important and damn it Liss I couldn’t have coped if it had been you. It kills me that I can’t fix this. I’d take it all away if I could,” she said, her eyes watering. Lissa smiled, her nose crinkling.

“God I love you,” she said, shaking her head and leaning into Rose’s side.

“Love you too you weirdo,” Rose replied. She glanced at Lissa and nudged her.

“Pretty sure I seen you talking to the new kid again today,” she commented. Lissa rolled her eyes.

“Come on Rose. Can we leave it?” she asked. Rose pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Fine, whatever. Movie?” she asked. Lissa laughed, jumping up and turning to face Rose.

“Tonight is my pick!” she said brightly, picking up a film and turning it round. Rose groaned and shook her head.

“Come on Lissa. We have seen this like 500 times,” she muttered. Lissa grinned, holding the DVD to her chest.

“I love it...and so do you so move over and shut up,” she muttered. Rose moved over and grinned.

“Elle Woods is an icon,” she admitted. Lissa flopped onto her stomach and smiled.

Lissa clenched her fist around her pencil and shook her head, trying to drown out the voices behind her. It had become apparent when they had arrived at school that yesterday hadn’t been a one off. In fact, today the looks and stares were getting worse. Obviously someone had been spreading around what had happened between Avery and Rose yesterday. She stood up, grabbing her books and moving to exit the library. She frowned when an arm closed around her wrist and she looked up to see the new boy staring at her intently.

“What do you want, Christian,” she said, tugging her arm back. He frowned and cleared his throat.

“I was just wondering if you and Rose are okay? I’ve heard some of the things they’ve said about you both and I want you to know I think it’s totally out of order,” he said, his eyes flicking to Lissa’s wrists instinctively. Lissa rolled her eyes and shoved past him.

“I don’t need your fucking pity. Don’t think that sharing a spot in the library gives you the right,” she snapped. Christian grabbed her hand and shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” he said softly. Lissa rolled her eyes and stared at him.

“Look. How about you just stay away from me?” she asked. Christian blinked in surprise and dropped her arm like it was on fire and held up his. Lissa headed out of the library, waiting outside of Rose’s class. She smiled when Rose came out of class, pushing herself off of the wall.

“You good?” she asked. Rose smirked and shook her head.

“I’m fine. It isn’t like it is the first time I’ve been the talk of the school,” she joked, nudging Lissa with her hip. Lissa rolled her eyes and  looped her arm through Rose’s.

“Apparently Avery has two black eyes,” Rose said gleefully. Lissa sighed.

“You could be less pleased about that. You know that she’s going to retaliate,” Lissa muttered. Rose smirked, running a hand through her hair as they headed into the courtyard.

“Do I look scared?” she asked. Lissa pursed her lips and shook her head.

“You never do,” she muttered. Rose laughed and flopped down at one of the picnic tables. Andrew sat down across from them and shook his head.

“I seen your handy work today,” he commented. Rose grinned and popped a grape into her mouth. Andrew exhaled heavily and pursed his lips.

“You just had to get the temperaments of both our parents didn’t you?” he mumbled. He glanced at Lissa and ruffled her hair.

“You’re supposed to stop her you know. That’s what bestfriends are supposed to do,” he said pointedly. Lissa cleared her throat and nodded across the courtyard.

“Then you might want to think about stopping your best friend from doing whatever he is about to do,” Lissa said, gesturing across at Dimitri who was half dragging someone across the courtyard. Andrew and Rose both jumped out letting out a murmur of shit.

Dimitri moved quickly, his jaw clenched as he dragged Jesse across the courtyard.

“Jesus Christ, what is your damage?” Jesse snapped, pulling at Dimitri’s hand. Dimitri ground his teeth and pulled Jesse out of the school gates and across the road before pushing him. Jesse shook his head and brushed down his arms.

“What the fuck dude?” he snapped, taking a step back and staring at Dimitri, who crossed his arms over his chest. He tilted his head to the side. Jesse laughed and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, let me guess. You are angry because I’m calling your little girlfriend a slut?” Jesse asked. Dimitri rolled his shoulders and nodded.Jesse smirked and took a step forward.

“She was practically begging for it you know.” he said smugly. “If you hadn’t walked in then who knows-” he didn’t have time to react to the fist that collided with his face. Dimitri smirked at the satisfying crunch. He exhaled heavily, moving to take a step back. Jesse spat out a bit of blood and shook his head.

“Can’t handle the truth? I give it two weeks tops before I sleep with her,” he goaded. Dimitri let out a growl of frustration, slamming him into the ground and punching him repeatedly.

“Dimitri! Dimitri, stop!!” Rose shouted, grabbing his arm. Dimitri’s arm faltered and he exhaled, letting Andrew pull him back.

“Dimitri, what the fuck?” Rose asked, moving towards Jesse. Dimitri let out a sardonic laugh and shook his head.

“Are you seriously going to try and help him right now? Have you heard what he and Ralph are telling people?” Dimitri snapped. Rose paused, turning to face Dimitri who shook his head.

“They’re claiming that you three fucked at the party. Do you think I’m going to let them talk about you like that?” he hissed. Jesse shook his head holding his jaw and glaring at Dimitri.

“Just you wait. I’m going to get you suspended you prick,” he snarled. Dimitri scoffed.

“We’re not on school grounds,” he said pointedly. Jesse shook his head, heading back into the school and pulling out his phone. Dimitri smirked and put his hands on his knee.

“I think I broke his nose,” he said proudly. Rose chewed on her lower lip, staring at him. Andrew cleared his throat, running his tongue over his top teeth and staring at them both. Dimitri looked down at his shoes and sighed.

“This is what you were hiding at the weekend? Does one of you want to tell me what the fuck happened?” he asked, eyes blazing. Dimitri shook his head, turning to face Rose. Rose coughed and glanced at Andrew.

“Do we really need to do this right now?” she asked. Andrew nodded vehemently, glaring at his sister. Rose bit her lip and stared at him.

“I almost fucked Jesse. Is that what you want to hear? Oh...and your best friend walked in on us,” she said brightly. Andrew flushed, his cheeks matching the colour of his hair.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, looking at Dimitri for confirmation.

“She’s exaggerating. They were just making out,” he said off handedly. Rose smirked at her brother.

“Topless,” She goaded. Andrew gave her a disgusted look and gestured at the school.

“With him? God, have some taste,” he muttered. Dimitri cursed, glancing at the black car pulling into the car park.

“Great,” he muttered, brushing down his trousers and stepping towards the car and opening the door.

“Father, fancy seeing you here,” he deadpanned. Kyle glared at his son.

“Get in the car,” he muttered, his hand gripping the steering wheel. Dimitri glanced at his friends and gave a sarcastic salute.

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