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teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

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eleven

sunday, february 9th

you'd read and re-read the stoichiometry chapter in your chemistry book so many times the words had started to blur together. no matter how hard you tried to concentrate, the first sentence refused to stick, so you read it again. and again. the mole-to-mole relationships in chemical equations couldn’t do what you so desperately wanted them to: distract you from your laptop sitting smugly on the corner of your desk, mocking you with its silence.

you glanced at the screen for the hundredth time.

still no response.

your chest tightened, frustration bubbling under your skin. you'd never wanted to scratch your own eyes out more than you did right now. your gaze shifted to the blue pen rafe had given you, lying idle next to your notebook. he’d handed it to you after you’d casually mentioned trying to stop chewing on pens. it was one of those novelty pens with a fluffy pom-pom at the end—a ridiculous detail, but it worked. you hadn’t bitten a pen in days.

you sighed, pressing your forehead to the cool surface of your desk. the frustration and restlessness were unbearable. "just get it together. focus. focus, y/n," you whispered, willing yourself to snap out of it.

"what are you doing?"

the sudden voice made your heart leap into your throat. you jolted upright, instinctively grabbing the first thing within reach—a pack of sticky notes—and hurling it toward the intruder.

your sister's stupidly athletic self ducked effortlessly, a bemused look on her face as the sticky notes fluttered harmlessly to the floor. "don't scare me like that," you scolded, your voice stern, though your pulse was still racing.

"relax," she said, rolling her eyes. "mom said you need to help her and rafe unload the groceries."

you froze. rafe? you blinked, sure you’d misheard. "wait, what did you just say?"

but she was already turning away, her athletic frame disappearing down the hall before you could get any clarification.

you shot out of your chair, heart thudding as you hurried after her. she darted down the stairs and into her room, slamming the door behind her, leaving you to descend the stairs alone. with each step, the sound of laughter drifted closer, unmistakably rafe’s—deep, warm, and contagious.

your stomach twisted. your nerves were already frayed, and now they were shot through with the sharp edge of memory. friday’s argument lingered, unresolved and heavy. you’d both walked out of that classroom unsatisfied—him with no answers about what happened at the bonfire, and you still clueless about the black eye he refused to explain. his silence afterward, ignoring your text all day, had only solidified your belief that he was done talking to you.

and yet… here he was.

you stopped in the hallway, your breath catching as you caught sight of him. standing in the kitchen with your mom, rafe moved around like he belonged there, putting dishes away with an ease that almost felt intentional.

your eyes locked on him as he reached for the cabinet, your favorite mug in his hand. something about seeing it there, his long fingers gripping the familiar ceramic, made your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t explain.

you lingered, frozen in place, unsure of whether to walk in or turn back. the kitchen was only a few steps away, but it suddenly felt like miles.

"ah, there you are, sweetie! look who i ran into at the farmer's market!" your mom's voice carried a cheerful lilt as she gestured toward rafe, her grin wide. he turned at the mention of you, his movements calm, but his eyes sharp as they settled on your face. "i came on foot, and he was kind enough to offer me a ride," she continued, her voice full of appreciation that almost made you laugh. for someone you'd barely been able to figure out, it seemed rafe had won your mom over in no time.

he closed the cabinet with a soft thud, his gaze falling on you again, drifting down your frame. you caught the flicker of amusement in his expression as his eyes lingered on your legs, bare except for the well-worn university hoodie your dad had given you and a pair of shorts. his scrutiny was quiet but obvious, and it made your skin prickle, though you couldn’t quite decide if it was irritation or something else entirely.

and there it was—the reason you couldn't get past the bonfire, the reason even standing in the same room as him sometimes felt unbearable. it wasn’t just the way he looked at you, though that was part of it, his blue eyes holding something electric, like you were the only girl in the world. it wasn’t just the way his attention made your heart stutter, like you were under a spell you couldn’t shake. it was the way your mind twisted it all, painting vivid, cruel images of him looking at someone else like this.

looking at any girl like this. every girl. seeing his gaze soften like it did for you, feeling that same magnetic pull that left you breathless, making her feel exactly the way he made you feel. it made you want to throw up.

"how friendly," you muttered under your breath, stepping into the kitchen to busy yourself. your eyes skimmed over the contents of your mom’s shopping bags, your attempt to distract yourself entirely unconvincing.

"are you okay? you’re a little sweaty," your mom asked, her hand brushing your forehead with gentle concern.

"just my period," you replied softly, leaning into the touch as she pulled you into a warm embrace.

her arms wrapped around you, and you rested your head against her shoulder, but your eyes found rafe’s again. he hadn’t looked away, his gaze steady, unreadable.

"i’ll make you a cup of tea, yeah?" your mom offered, her voice soft in your ear.

"mhm, thanks, mom," you murmured.

"do you need a heat pad?" she added.

"already got one," you replied with a faint smile, trying to shake the weight of the moment.

she pulled back, her hand brushing over your arm before glancing toward rafe. "be sure to send rafe down if it cools so i can reheat the water, okay? you’ll do that for her, right?"

rafe didn’t miss a beat, his voice low but certain. "and more."

you felt your pulse stutter, but you didn’t dare let yourself read into it. not now. not again.

it’s only when you’re right in front of the stairs that you stop and turn to him. “you didn’t get my message?”

“i did get your message.” he says it like it’s a minor detail that doesn’t change anything.

“and you’re here.” you state and move up one step because you don’t like that he’s taller than you right now.

he raises his brows, looking up at you, “you’ve never dictated my whereabouts before..”

you cross your arms, “i thought you were mad at me.”

“i think you might be my hill.”

his hill?

“my hill to die on.” he clarifies and you’re quiet for a moment and then another because why why why would he say something like that?

your heart sort of feels like it’s being squeezed.

you don’t say another word as you climb the stairs together, you don’t say a word when you sit at your desk, your chemistry notes waiting, unread and you don’t say a word when he sits on your bed, facing you.

"not gonna talk to me?" he asks, his voice low and even, but you keep your eyes on the notes in front of you, pretending with all the strength you can muster that he isn’t sitting there, watching your every move.

"why’d you even let me into your room if you weren’t going to talk to me?" he asks again, the hint of a smirk in his tone that grates on you.

you roll your eyes, the response instinctual. he was six feet tall—what were you supposed to do? block the door? he wouldn’t have listened even if you’d told him to leave, and you both knew it.

"okay," he says suddenly, standing and crossing the room toward you. he crouches down beside you, his movements deliberate, his presence impossible to ignore now. "you’re still mad i didn’t tell you what happened friday, and i’m mad you won’t tell me what happened at the bonfire. it cancels out. we should just not be mad anymore," he says, as if it’s the simplest solution in the world.

you finally turn to look at him, and he’s close—too close. your eyes drop to the bruise beneath his eye, still swollen and tender-looking, as raw as it had been on friday. your frown deepens, and before you realize it, your hand lifts, fingers reaching toward the edge of the discoloration. but you stop short, your fingertips hovering before dropping back into your lap. you turn away again, determined not to give in to the pull of him.

you try to focus on your notes, the words swimming on the page. then, without warning, he grabs your book and tosses it onto your bed.

you don’t react, not really. instead, you reach for your laptop and pull up the pdf version, scrolling without looking at him.

"are you fuck—" he starts, catching himself when your glare sharpens on him, "—freaking serious?"

you turn back to your screen, your silence louder than any retort.

he closes your laptop with a single motion, holding it down when you try to open it again. your frustration boils over, and you stand, but he pushes you back into the chair, his movements unrelenting.

"you know you’re being a brat, right?" he says, his tone somewhere between amusement and exasperation. you cross your arms, staring straight ahead, refusing to engage.

with a scoff, he turns your chair so you’re facing him. your head swivels away, determined not to meet his gaze.

"i can’t believe this," he mutters, the disbelief laced with dry humor.

he could scoff and huff and puff all he wanted. you weren’t going to say a single word until he told you what happened friday. it didn’t matter if he thought you were being a brat, or if it wasn’t fair to withhold your own truth about the bonfire while expecting him to spill his.

the bonfire was different—separate. telling rafe what you saw would mean telling him why you reacted the way you did, and what was the point of all that when you were determined to weed out these feelings anyway?

because they would pass. they had to pass.

you’d read countless articles that said as much—this infatuation, this pull, was temporary. fleeting. give it ten, maybe fifteen business days, and you’d be fine. you’d be back to normal. telling him would only ruin something that didn’t need to be ruined, would risk losing him prematurely for something that wasn’t permanent.

"jesus christ, fine," he sighed, the frustration thick in his voice as he leaned back and sank onto your bed. he patted the spot next to him, his hand heavy on the comforter. "come here," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

you hesitated for just a moment before obeying, standing and crossing the small space between you. settling onto the bed beside him, your leg brushed against his, the proximity setting your nerves on edge.

"i’ve been… i’ve been in a shit mood all week, you know?" he began, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. he exhaled heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "and i guess i’ve been kind of a buzzkill. just… i’ve had a lot on my mind. about sarah, about soccer, my dad… and about you."

your breath caught at his admission, your fingers curling into the fabric of your shorts.

"it’s not like i can’t talk about it with my friends," he continued, his words slower now, more deliberate. "it’s just… i don’t have my thoughts straight yet. haven’t even worked through it myself, you know? but topper…" rafe broke off with a frustrated sigh, his jaw tightening. you could practically see the scene playing out in his head. "topper doesn’t like it when i don’t talk about shit. he’s always on edge, scared i’ll slip into… old habits if i don’t deal with my crap. so, he pushes. and pushes. and i was already pissed off, already had too much to drink, and he kept getting in my face, asking me what my problem was."

rafe’s hands flexed, his fingers pressing into his thighs like he was trying to contain the memory. "so i tell him to fu—to piss off," he corrected himself, glancing at you briefly. "but he just kept going, and i was done. i was ready to walk away, ready to just leave. and then…" his voice faltered, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you.

you frowned, leaning closer without even realizing it. "and then what?" you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

he turned to look at you, and the guilt in his eyes made your stomach twist.

"rafe," you pressed, your heart pounding. "what did he say? was it about me?"

he looked away, his hand dragging across his face like he could erase the tension in his features. "the details don’t really matter," he said, his voice low and evasive.

"no," you said sharply, shaking your head. "no. i want to know. tell me."

"it’s stupid," he muttered, his tone filled with reluctant anger. "he’s stupid—"

"you got into a physical fight over it. it can’t be that stupid," you argued, your gaze fixed on his.

rafe hesitated, his lips pressing into a tight line, as if debating whether to tell you.

"rafe,"

he exhaled sharply, his shoulders tense. "he said…" rafe hesitated again, his voice quieter now, tinged with anger and something softer—regret, maybe. "he said i should cut off ‘that goody-goody, prissy bitch’ because i was in a way better mood before i met you."

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. your shoulders sagged, and your gaze dropped to the floor. you took a shallow breath, exhaling slowly as the weight of his admission settled over you.

"and then?" you asked quietly, your voice steady but barely audible.

"y/n—" he started, but you cut him off, your head snapping up to meet his eyes.

"and then?"

rafe sighed, running his hand through his hair again, the strands sticking up messily. "i told him to come again. i don’t even remember what he said next, honestly. all i caught was sarah’s name and something muffled before i… slammed him into a wall and kneed him in the face. he got one punch in, but i fractured his nose and he looks like shit, so… i’m pretty pleased with that part."

a dry, humorless laugh escaped him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile. his words lingered in your head, sharper than the bruise on his face, harder to ignore than the ache settling in your chest.

"i'm sorry..that this all happened." you said and he shook his head, "it's not your fault. don't apologise." it felt a little your fault. or maybe a lot. you can imagine that if you never tutored rafe in the first place, this wouldn't have happened.

your gaze stayed fixed on the floor, avoiding his entirely, but rafe wasn’t having it. he leaned forward, lowering his head until his eyes found yours. "topper’s an asshole," he said bluntly. "and honestly, i’m probably gonna kick his ass again the next time i see him."

a small, unwilling smile tugged at your lips. "don’t do that," you whispered, the diplomat in you rising instinctively.

"no?" he asked, grinning in a way that made your heart flutter and your stomach flip. "don’t think he deserves a matching one?" he gestured toward his own black eye, the faint shadow of a bruise still etched into his face.

the truth was, topper probably did deserve it. but you bit your lip, shaking your head anyway, even as you silently agreed.

"he’s not wrong, though," you admitted quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

rafe rolled his eyes with a sharp exhale. "fuck him and fuck whatever he has to say about you. he doesn’t know a thing about you."

you nodded slowly, your heart both heavy and a little lighter at the same time. "hmm… doesn’t change that i’m pretty prissy. and, you know, a serious goody-goody," you said with a wry smile. "maybe not the bitch part though."

rafe pulled a face, a mix of disbelief and irritation. "just because you’re not downing a beer crate every weekend or hooking up with half the town doesn’t make you prissy—or a goody-goody. topper’s just being a dickhead, and he knows it."

his words made you freeze. your breath hitched, your body tensing almost imperceptibly, but not enough to escape his notice.

rafe’s brows lifted, his tone shifting as a teasing grin spread across his face. "unless…" he started, leaning closer, his voice playful. "you are secretly an alcoholic?"

you let out a small, breathy laugh despite yourself, shaking your head and turning away. you didn’t want to have this conversation—not anymore.

"then…" he pressed, undeterred. "some boyfriend? or… boyfriends? that i should know about? or girlfriend?"

your pulse quickened, and you bolted upright, crossing the room in a hurry. you stopped at your bookshelf, your fingers brushing over the spines of the books as though you were searching for something specific. "um, no," you muttered, your voice clipped and quiet.

behind you, his voice came, laced with that maddening curiosity. "how long has it been?"

you froze, turning your head just enough to glance at him, wary. "how long has what been?"

his knowing smirk deepened, and the glint in his eye told you he already knew the answer—or thought he did. "how long has it been since you’ve gone fourth base, teach?"

your brow furrowed, and you blinked at him, the term pulling at a distant, foggy memory from freshman-year sex ed. "fourth base?" you repeated in a whisper, trying to piece it together.

he stopped moving, his gaze locking on yours with a mixture of disbelief and something softer—was it pity? "wait," he said, the realization dawning on him. "you’ve never…" his voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging thick in the air.

your cheeks burned hotter, and you blinked rapidly, refusing to answer until you were absolutely sure of what he meant. "is that…hands stuff?" you asked, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

his jaw slackened, and his shock only deepened. "you’ve never had se—"

"shut up!" you snapped, spinning away from him so he couldn’t see your mortified expression. "i’ll have you know that it is completely normal!"

"okay, yes, but…" his tone shifted, almost as if he were genuinely concerned now, which only made it worse. "you’ve done, like, third-base stuff, right?"

the way he threw these terms around so casually grated on your nerves, especially since you had no idea what half of them meant. you glared at him, crossing your arms defensively. "enough with the baseball analogies! speak english!"

he chuckled softly, and the sound only added to your irritation. "okay, fine. have you done… you know, under-the-clothes stuff?" he clarified, his voice gentler now, but it didn’t soften the blow.

your silence stretched too long, and you saw the understanding flicker in his eyes before he even whispered, "shit…"

he hesitated, then asked, almost cautiously, "have you even had your first kiss?"

you turned sharply, glaring daggers at him. "of course," you snapped, though your voice lacked conviction. "i’ve kissed… two guys." the last part came out so softly it barely registered, even to you.

"repeat that?" he asked, leaning forward like he didn’t quite believe what he’d just heard. his eyes were wide, filled with something you couldn’t name—disbelief? Amusement?

"two guys," you hissed, louder this time, but it still didn’t sound like much.

"oh my god," he said slowly, nodding as though he were processing groundbreaking information. "so… two boyfriends?"

you shook your head quickly. "one boyfriend. the other was…" you hesitated, cringing inwardly. "seven minutes in heaven."

that did it. rafe’s quiet laughter bubbled up, low and persistent as he shook his head. "seven minutes in heaven?" he echoed, his grin widening.

"stop!" you demanded, but he was already smiling too broadly to take you seriously.

"who were the guys?" he asked, and you stared at him, debating whether or not to answer. finally, with a shrug, you muttered, "danny watson."

that made him stand up, his eyes wide with exaggerated disbelief. "danny watson?" he repeated, his tone bordering on incredulous. "the one who’s always wearing a fanny pack?"

"he’s really nice!" you argued, crossing your arms tighter over your chest. "and smart! and—whatever, i don’t have to explain myself! i also dated jeremy dunn in freshman year. very, very briefly."

"so, basically…" he said, grinning like he’d cracked the case, "you’ve never been kissed."

"yes, i have!" you shot back, standing taller as though it might add weight to your words. "maybe they weren’t the perfect, romcom kisses, but they were real kisses."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. your defensiveness only made it worse, but you couldn’t help yourself. the way he was looking at you, like you were some sort of anomaly, made you want to claw back every ounce of dignity you had left.

how many girls had he kissed? the thought burned in your chest. if cora was right and he got with a different girl every day, that had to be at least seven hundred girls in the past three years. you even gave him the benefit of the doubt and limited it to weekdays. still, the sheer number made you dizzy.

and here he was, standing in your room, acting like your two measly kisses were some kind of tragedy.

"they weren’t real kisses," he said, his voice low and certain. "you wouldn’t be talking about them like this if they made you feel even a sliver of what a real kiss should feel like." god, here comes the kissing connoisseur.

"okay, enlighten me," you said, exhaling a sigh and trying to sound disinterested, even though your pulse had quickened, and your curiosity was clawing at you.

he shifted, leaning casually against your desk, his arms crossed as he faced you. "unless your first is with someone you really like, it’s gonna be shit. and even if it is with someone you really like, if you’re both bumbling idiots—and let’s be honest, you probably are—it’ll still feel like shit."

your mind flickered back to those two kisses. they hadn’t been bad. they were just…kisses. no fireworks, no earth-shattering revelations. kind of like when your grandma kissed your cheek—sweet, familiar, forgettable. that wasn’t bad, right? you loved your grandma.

"but once you’re older, and you’ve got your eye on someone?" his voice softened, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. "imagine you’re at a party. you’ve been watching each other all night, and you just keep moving closer, little by little. it’s not even intentional—it’s like there’s this magnetic pull between you, like the universe is plotting to pull you together."

you were holding your breath now, your eyes fixed on him. on his lips. on the way his hands gestured subtly, like he was weaving a spell with his words. without realizing it, you leaned forward slightly, the space between you shrinking inch by inch.

"then, you’re face to face," he continued, his voice almost a whisper now. "there’s this quiet kind of flirting, just between the two of you. your breaths mingle, and then…hands start to move—into their hair, onto their waist, wherever. suddenly, you can’t tell where you end and they begin. it’s like you just…become one."

his eyes locked on yours, and you swore you forgot how to breathe. his legs shifted, spreading slightly, and it felt like an unspoken invitation to step closer. your teeth caught your bottom lip as you fought the overwhelming urge to close the distance. but it wasn’t working—you kept inching forward, drawn to him like gravity.

"it feels like electricity," he murmured, his voice thick with intensity. "your whole body is buzzing, like you might actually catch fire the second your lips touch."

his hand reached out, catching the hem of your sweater and tugging gently, pulling you into his space. your breath hitched audibly, and your nose brushed his as your bodies hovered just short of touching.

"and then you finally kiss," he whispered, his hands ghosting over your waist, so light they barely registered. "and it’s like the rest of the world disappears. you forget where you are because nothing else matters. it’s just…you and them. that’s it. it should make your head spin, your knees weak, and leave you completely and utterly incapable of pulling away."

his lips brushed yours then, a fleeting, teasing touch that sent a jolt through your entire body. you froze, caught in the electric moment, and realized with startling clarity that if he pulled away now, it might actually kill you.

"if it didn’t feel like that," he whispered, his voice feather-soft and tantalizing, "then it wasn’t a real kiss."

and then he kissed you.

your mind screamed, finally, finally, finally, like you’d been waiting for this moment your entire life. his lips were soft but firm, demanding but gentle, everything you’d imagined and somehow so much more. a wave of heat spread through you, leaving your skin tingling, your head reeling. your hand trembled as it came up to his face, the other fisting in his shirt, desperate to pull him closer.

just as you started to lose yourself completely, he pushed you back suddenly. the abruptness sent you stumbling into your bed with a startled shriek.

the door swung open. "what was that shriek?" your mom’s voice came, cup of tea in hand as she stepped inside.

"she’s in pain," rafe interjected smoothly, stepping forward to take the tea from her before you could so much as catch your breath. "it’s really…getting to her."

you blinked rapidly, trying to reorient yourself as your mom frowned, concern etched across her face. "oh no, sweetheart. do you need stronger pills? i might have something downstairs."

"y-yeah," you stammered, your voice shaky. "that…that’d be great. yes."

your mom leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before straightening. "all right, then." her gaze flicked to rafe, her smile warm but pointed. "rafe, not that i don’t love having you here, but she should rest. i’ll send you home with some dessert."

you watched helplessly as she ushered him toward the door. rafe shot you one last look, a flicker of amusement and something else in his eyes, before she closed the door behind her.

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reckless-rider · 25 days ago

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BEGGING MY BODY TO WORK PROPERLY FFS IM SO TIRED HOLY FUCK

Oh I'm sick :((

#AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH #im so fucking tired of this #i love having a temp between 99-100 for the last year #but at least it was consistent #i wake up and its low-mid 99s then by the time i go to bed high 99s to low 100 #but now it decides actually were going to be 100.7 by 9am #i fucking at this so much #my temp is supposed to 98 and it has been my entire life (unless sick ofc) until dec of 2023 #idk whats wrong with my body but im so tired #sorry im so frustrated and it getting worse is not helping #rider rants

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a-piece-of-trash09 · 23 days ago

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An Idea

I need some opinion and I need help. I finished The Magnus Archive podcast and it's so good. I want to fucking write something about it.

And my brain just went and thought, why not a crossover of Identity V and The Magnus Archive.

Will it be hard? Yes.

Will the characters and events not make sense? Definitely.

Is it killing me from the inside not to write it? Yes.

Orpheus serving the eye? Jon being sent back to time? The survivors serving The Fears? Doubting if I should add the Hunters? Tim accidentally dating one of them? Sasha doubting everything? Martin making tea and planning arson?

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! I want to scream and freak out and puke my guts out!

I want to write it, I started writing it. I might post it here or on Ao3.

Thank you for reading my ramble and have a good day.

#Tma #the magnus archive #identity v #Fanfic idea #I want to write it badly #Idv #idv orpheus #jonathan sims

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 1 month ago

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Awww hey guys :)

That would be chill

Nah he just wants to go to bed

Real lol

Judd

Does he have alcohol in his room 😭

Y'all I'm scaaaareddd

Terrified xdd

Okay :')) gn <33

Owen pleeeease stay and watch him 😭

Okay no he's good for now, he better be 😭

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I was gonna say are you okay but I know the answer to that question 😭😭😭 just I'm sorry honey :'(((

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I'm gonna dieee 😭😭😭

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being so honest I LOVE this look at a wedding night where they're just like chilling and in love

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LOL awww sweeeet :'))

Neither of them can believe it 🥰 x'D

Y'ALLLLLL THEY'RE MARRIEDDDDD :'OO :'DDDD!!!

I can't believe it either xD

Awww :')))

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STOPPPPP I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Awwwww it's so cute how much they love each other :')) like look at their eyessss my gosh

Oop

Look how in love she is :')

:'O is she gonna take of her hijab

UAAHHHHHH SHE IS!!!

AWWWW stopppp that's the sweetest most beautiful thing 😭 he must feel so honored 🥺 <3

Are they gonna show us

I kinda feel like it would be cool if they didn't

Ah they did :/ still super sweet moment :')))

UAAGHHHHH LOOK AT THEM 😭😭😭

She is so beautiful like look at her smile <3333

Awww he is so in shock he is so much in love with her :'DDD :')) 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰

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And she too to him :')))

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I'm actually gonna lose it :'D 🥰

I'm so happy for them <3

Back to Judd 😭😭 xd

Honeyyyy

My poor boy 😭

Nooo

And then Owen's sitting in the kitchen like "- idk the thing I'm thinking of but kinda like welcome home cheater but chiller xD"

JUDDD

I KNOW Owen better be sitting in there right now 😭

There's just no way she doesn't see at some point

Or maybe he got rid of everything?

Noooope 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺😬💔💔💔

GUYSSSS I'M NOT OKAYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔

Losing it

HONEY NOOOOO

DON'T DO THIS HONEYYY 😭😭😭😭😭

Honey :'(((

My boy 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔❤️❤️

You've already had signs honey please 😭

OOUGH THAT'S NOT EVEN WHAT HE ASKED FOR

Just help him get through this 😭🥺

Gosh I so totally get that

My gosh 😭😭😭 this is so freaking good 🥺 :'(((

Applause for Jim Parrack my gosh 👏👏👏

Y'allll I'm losing it :(((((

UAAAGHHHHHH

:'O

TEXT!!

IT BETTER BE GRACE IT'S GRACE ISN'T IT 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺😬🥺❤️❤️

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IT ISSSS!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭👏👏👏😭😭❤️🥺🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺👏🥰🥰😭😭

THANK GOODNESS GRACE RYDER

YES HE IS AVAILABLE :'DDD LUCKILY

UAAAGHHHHHHHHHH THE HAND OVER THE MOUTH AND THE FRAMING WITH PSALM 31 (WHICH IS ALL ABOUT BEING DELIVERED AND ROCK AND FORTRESS AND ALL THAT) AND JUST HOLDING THERE FOR A MINUTE MY G O S H UAAGHHHHHH H H H H!!!!

So good wow

And that feeling I swear, like you don't wanna do what you're doing but it feels like you're your own enemy, until someone finally pulls you out of it :( :')

Gosh. I get it

I didn't see what excuse he said to be up I think just like woke up idk but whatever works <333

Just looked, oh he just said give him a sec lol

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH WOOHOOOOO YESSSS POUR IT OUT JUDD 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰🥰👏👏👏👏👏👏❤️🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭❤️❤️🥰

I am so proud of him :'DD

How are we gonna explain this to Owen and have him believe it lol

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THEMMMM!!!!!

SHE LITERALLY IS AN ANSWERED PRAYER MY GOSH 😭😭😭🥺❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰

Awww the "yes you" knowing she was just like "me :) 🥰" with a little laugh

GOSHHH UAAGHHHHHHH

GONNA LOSE IT

:'OOO Owen's watching isn't he

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH YES HE ISSS 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭👏👏👏👏❤️

So glad <333

Because it makes that easier to explain lol

GOSHHH y'all I love them so much <33 (Judd and Owen)

You're good now that you're talking to her :'))

I know how that feels <3

And he turns away :')) he knows he's okay now <33 he's got it

Sometimes once you get past that one moment, you can keep going yourself for a little while

Awww themmm :')))

Judd and Grace that time

Gosh <333

W O W holy crap that was so amazing

SUCH a stellar episode my gosh

I absolutely loved it :DDD :')) ❤️😭😭🥰🥰👏👏👏

#9-1-1 lone star #911 lone star #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter

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Ill continue asking cause its so fun 😋😋

3, 9 and 14 <33

HAAAAIIII WELCOME BACK HELLO OKAY SO

3. (makes me cry) PART OF THE BAND PART OF THE BAND PART OF THE BAND ohhh its just so beautiful and the instrumental and the bridge its just so:((( even if im happy and not crying from sadness its just BEAUTIFUL i cant help myself

9. (from an artist i just found) pamplemousse by fka twigs 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ ive had it on LOOP omg its so good like im obsessed its a problem. streamed 33 times in 4 days UM OKAY

14. (make everyone listen to) lostmyhead honestly like. its practically perfect. the production and everything and the way the lyrics are somehow so. SO. even though theres literally like 6 lines but just omg its aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

#hello hai i love u #blah blah!#asks #mewtuals #??? my cheek hurts ow ow ow #ooowww ow what the fuck

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stigmvtas · 11 months ago

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TALES OF RHODES — NOAH EVERETT.

welcome to marina, NOAH RHODES ( trans man, he/him ) ! they are a TWENTY SIX year old SELKIE / SUN NYMPH who resides in LOCKE ROW. They work as a CLERK AT BAD TRACK RECORDS / LAUNDROMAT ATTENDEE AT THE FISHBOWL and are said to look a lot like ELLIOT FLETCHER. People around the island find them to be WHOLEHEARTED and INQUISITIVE, but also IMPISH and QUIXOTIC. what do you think?

CONTENT WARNING FOR ILLNESS, PARENTAL DEATH, AND GRIEF.

profile.

full name — noah everett rhodes.

nickname(s) — to be seen! who knows! idiot boy. lover boy. no - aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.

date of birth & age — march 6th, 1998. twenty6.

gender / pronouns — trans man. he/him.

sexuality — bisexual.

typing — 1/2 selkie ( peltless ), 1/2 nymph ( sun ).

occupation — clerk at bad track records & laundromat attendee at the fishbowl. professional synth keyboard player. master of throwing an m&m in the air and catching it in his mouth.

astrology — pisces sun, cancer moon, cancer ascending.

interests — yelling nonsense into a microphone. pants that hang too low from his hips. kissing people often. an extensive hair curl routine. rumbling and tumbling and loitering in liminal spaces. parties, drinking, dancing, smoking. good times.

aversions — too quiet of spaces, where there's nothing but thoughts. belts. arguments - with or around. greening out. people who wanna rain on his parade. animal haters. people haters. the bed bugs in his room.

next in queue — scrawny by wallows; tongues by the frights; tongue tied by grouplove .

notable features — gauges in his lobes that he's too afraid to stretch further & a slew of shitty stick and poke tattoos, including a tramp stamp and the ones literally his arms ( t - shirt sleeves always cut off at the hem ).

general disposition — sunshine - y and aglow in excitement - for what? he doesn't know. just happy.

last known location — getting stuck in one of the washers at the fishbowl and he just keeps going around and around and his legs are kicking around and originally it was a "oh no i'm stuck in the washer!" stuckporn bit but now he's actually stuck and in need of assistance oh god please help him he's like a drowned cat.

scrying mirror & kindred — troy barnes ( community ), tony ( west side story ), jason mendoza ( the good place ), kevin ball ( shameless ), joey tribbiani ( friends ).

brief history.

the slightly younger half - brother of logan & piper ( and all the other rhodes ) - they share a dad but his parents weren't in any sort of formal relationship, so noah mostly grew up with just his mom. he'd see his siblings sometimes - but not often during childhood. usually it was just noah and his mom - against the world.

grew up very, very loved despite that. his mom tended to shelter him from the world and all of its hardships, and even with their financial troubles he was left blissfully unaware. nights of a dinner for one, solely for noah - new clothes while she wore the same old things. gifts under a plastic peanuts - esque christmas tree in exchange for a few too many medical concerns left untreated.

years of scraped knees always kissed then bandaged, long walks as he followed his mom to work, hand in hand; her arms wrapped beneath his to give flight when his wings were too small, too weak.

noah started working as soon as he'd been old enough - just twelve years old and picking up odd job after odd job so his mom wouldn't have to work as much, as hard. lawn mowing, hedge cutting - fence fixing, newspapers thrown about, tables wiped down - floors swept.

and when his mom kept getting more and more tired - noah would pick up the pace, always smiling - always laughing.

illness, parental death; and then she died - near as quick as she'd been diagnosed. something chemical, something unhealable - like smog stuck in her lungs, thickening until there'd been no more room to breathe.

grief; noah was sixteen - and for the next year he didn't speak. light literally gone from him; weak and feeble, and unarmed against a hungry world. it was like he'd suddenly - broke. stopped functioning. staying with his dad when he could - it was always a full house, and noise suddenly hadn't felt right for him; so he'd couch - hop more often than not.

but time moved on - and by the same time the next year; it'd been like nothing had happened. he didn't talk about his mom - but he would smile, laugh - all the same. filled his time with friends and parties, late night munchies and same - day hangovers. started hanging around his siblings more - needed some sort of family to cling onto, yet.

has probably been in community college for the past like. while. in and out of classes - noah mostly just works what jobs he can to keep his little trailer in the spark park. pretty sure it's actually just a shed from sears. but he doesn't mind - he doesn't think much about the future, or the past - always just focusing on the present.

facts & temperaments.

hopeless optimistic & rose - colored romantic. refuses to look at anywhere but the upside of things; forced positivity until it burns. big time lover - many partners, mostly short - lived or on - and - off - and - on - and - off - and - on - again. has a lot of love and struggles to find a place to fit it all.

a bit absentminded and dense - he doesn't often think of the consequence of his actions, though he's always well - intended. just forgetful, sometimes. kettles left on for too long - work shifts forgotten about.

doesn't know what he wants to do in life but he figures he has a... long time to figure it out - that maybe he wants to do a little bit of everything first, you know? impulsive - master of wikihow. wants to do everything once in life.

despite being half - selkie, noah feels much more in tune with his nymph side; feels closer to his mom, even with her gone. his pelt's rarely charged, shoved at the bottom of his clean - clothes pile or stuffed in the closet of an ex, probably. deep water intimidates him - he's not a great swimmer. but he loves to fly.

tries to control it, but often emits a soft glow of light like a little firefly. usually dependent on how happy he is - and noah's often pretty... happy. or stoned.

fan of harmless little jokes and pranks. just likes having a laugh - tries not to take life so seriously. he doesn't want the wrinkles.

jack of many trades, master of none. perfectly adequate - smashes drums and jams keyboards all the same. bombs at karaoke but at least he has the spirit.

really just sees the good in everyone. type of person to fall fast and hard and for the wrong person more often than not. thinks he could fix them, maybe - if he loves hard enough or tries all his best. gives too many chances, and refuses to see different. stubborn in that regard - but gives up in most other aspects of life.

honestly noah is just vibing. head empty, little dumb but happy to be here.

#marina:intro #illness tw #death tw #parental death tw #grief tw #im sure there's more but noah's so new that i'll figure it out #˗ˏˋ intro ⟶ ❛ noah rhodes ❜

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keii-starz · 1 year ago

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AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HES SO HANDSOME HES SO HANDSOME HES SO HANDSOME HELP MEEEEE

KILLIAN IS SUCH A PRETTY NAME FOR HIM, TOOOO 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩😍😍😍😍😍

GRRHHHHHHHHHHHHH PRETTY FEMALE LEAD AND PRETTY FEMALE LEAD, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I REPEAT, I REPEAT, HE IS SOOOOO JUST TOOOOOOOO HANDSOME!!!!!!!!

#keitalks⋆⑅˚₊#read “the villainess' maker”#and freak out w/ me ols

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GGRGRGRRGR!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! HELP ME;!!!!!!!

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totallytrucked · 4 years ago

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literally going insane screaming and shaking

#JSSJSJAJAAAAAAA #aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh #help #women!! women!!! hhhh #lilli cooper please god ma'am i am gay #lilli cooper in this... setting a precedent #lilli cooper sjejjsejje #also lilli cooper!! her!!

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restinpeacesensei · 3 years ago

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@talisman975

#I’m sorry I know I should focus on Akoya but KINSHIRO LOOKS SO CUTE ALL BUNDLED UP IN THE FLUFFY BED AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT’S OKAY I AGREEEEEEEEE;;;;;; T/////T HE JUST CAME OUT LOOKING REALLY CUTE BUNDLED UP IN THERE FOR SOME REASON I COULDNT HELP IT AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH;;;;; THANK YOU FOR DESCRIBING IT SO CUTELY THE WAY YOU SAY HE’S ALL BUNDLED UP IN THE FLUFFY BED IS SO SOOOOOOFTTTTT AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! /)/////(\ IM SO HAPPY HE LOOKS BUNDLED UP AND THE BED LOOKS FLUFFY!! THANK YOU!!! T/////T

(i feel like kinchan looks like he’s experiencing the kind of comfort akoya wants to receive rn OTL;; hopefully he’ll get bundled up too..?)

#reply

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mycotoxine · 4 years ago

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I have an exam about invertebrates in 45 minutes I am terrified my memory is going to leave me wtf I have so many Latin names in my head I can't shake my head or they all fall out help fuck aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh

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dronexxx1 · 5 years ago

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A Rubber Nightmare?

Tom: 30 years old, finds himself Asexual, Always wanted to be in a relationship with a female but could never seem to score that BF/GF title always stuck in the friend zone.Until one day, He came across this store that had different attire, one that he’s never seen before. He sees a suit in the front window, keeps eye balling the suit. Almost as if it’s calling his name...(Tom....Tom....Tom....).

Tom, finally has the courage to walk into the store, not knowing what’s to come next. He sees a guy at the counter and walks over to him to ask him about the place and the suit he sees in the window......

Mr Drone: Well Hello boi!, what brings you in?

Tom: Hello Sir, I was walking on by and i caught a glimpse of a suit in your display window, its weird but it felt as though it was calling my name wanting me to try the suit on. I was wondering if I could try it out and see how it feels? I’ve never seen anything like it or this store, this is my first time here...

Mr Drone: Ah, a rookie!, no worries boi, i’ll take good care of you, just as I take care of all of my pets. Here, let me go get you that suit so you can try it on and see how you like it......

Mr Drone, goes over to the display window to grab the suit, and says Soon this boi will realize it’s too late and he will become one with the hive mind, never to escape........

Mr Done: Here you go boi, the dressing room is over there in the corner, but i’d advise you have a 2nd hand to help you put that on.

Tom: Ugh, sure. Ok! would you like to help me put the suit on? Again, i’m new here at this store and has never worn anything like this....What’s the material made out of sir?

Mr Drone: This material, is very popular, it’s made out of Rubber, it’s like having a 2nd skin on you and as soon as you put it on, it feels like it’s hugging your body very tight not wanting you to let go. It’s a wonderful feel, you’ll see what I mean once we get you in the suit...On you go boi, take off your clothes and I do mean all of them, even your underwear...You’ll want the full experience in being in rubber don’t you?

Tom: I guess so, ok. give me one moment while i take everything off.......

Tom: Ok i’m ready sir

Mr Done: Good boi, sit on that chair over there so we can get you all rubbered up ( having a evil grin on his face)...Now boi, a few things to remember about wearing rubber. Rule number 1, you don’t wear the rubber, the rubber wear’s you. Rule number 2, always apply lube so you can easily slide into it. Rule number 3 and the last rule and the most important of all, Rule number 3, Never take the Rubber off once it’s on.

Tom: Looks a bit scared, but remembers all the rules and starts applying the lube onto his body, Tom asks Mr Drone, to help apply lube on his back and so he does. A few moments later, the boi is all lubed up and ready to be put in the suit.

Mr Done: let’s start with the legs..Mr Drone, puts the legs on the boi first, slide’s right on......

Tom: Sir? The boi said, The suit feels a lot different from the normal clothes we wear, it feels a bit smooth and relaxing and yet i’ve only got the legs in. Mr Drone: Yes boi, the rubber has that effect once you are all sealed up, it wants you to feel good and be relaxed and happy.

Mr Drone, then helps the boi pull the suit across his stomach and shoulders, then zips the suit up from the back. Mr Drone, then adds a special lock onto the back of the zipper so the boi cannot free himself.

Tom: Mr drone: I feel a bit weird, I feel like it’s tightening onto my body, it feels heavy to breath...

Mr Drone: Oh boi, you have lots too learn. That’s your adrenaline kicking in, it kind of feels claustrophobic but that’s with everyone who’s never tried rubber on. You’ll start to love it soon enough. We just have to get the hood over your head now. Are you ready to be all rubbered boi?

Tom: Yes sir, I am ready to be rubbered up.

Mr Drone, slips the hood over the boys head and locks the 2nd lock on the back of the hoods zipper...Well boi? How do you feel?

Tom: Ugh, I don’t know how I should feel sir, I feel strange, I can’t get the words I must serve and obey the hive mind out of my head. It hurts sir.

Mr Drone: Tells, the boi to just relax, let the rubber consume you.Listen and Obey.

Tom: Sir? I’m scared, I’d like to get out of the suit sir please?

Mr Drone: You know rule number 3 boi? Never take off the rubber;.

Tom: Sir? Sir? Help, Please, Sir? I can’t breath, I’m about to pass out......

The boy, then passes out and falls onto the floor. Mr Drone, transforms into a Rubber gimp, grabs the bois hands and drags him into the back room and lays him out onto the table all strapped up. Mr Drone then unzips the boys front door where his “toy” hangs out.....Moments later the boi comes to, all confused and is asking what is going on?

Tom: Sir? What’s going on, where am I?

Mr Drone: Relax boi, it will all be over soon

Tom: What do you mean all over soon? Who are you?

Mr Drone: You must feed the hive mind boi, I am hungry and I need you to feed me

Tom, starts to wiggle and tries to release himself but it’s no use, Mr drone starts walking towards his body leaning over him sniffing his parts. Looks the boi into his eyes....

Mr Drone: Just relax boi, You must feed the hive mind and serve and obey, serve and obey, serve and obey

Mr drone, looks back down and begins to suck the boi while the boi cries for help, but no one is able to hear his cries.

Tom: Please, sir. Stop this, This isn’t right. I feel...I feel...Oh!, sir! what are you.....mmmmph

Mr Drone: That’s it boi, just relax, I’m very thirsty. once I get what i need from you, then the transformation will be complete....

Mr drone, continues to suck the boi dry, while the boi stares at Mr Drone feeding from him.

Tom: I can’t move, I feel weak, I feel tired...My body temperature just shot up, what’s happening to me? oh no, he’s getting ready to take my.....to take myyyyy......oh god! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Mr Drone, starts slurping faster and faster while the boi screams one more time.The boi finally releases a white substance as Mr Drone is sucking it all up and looks at the bois face and says the transformation is now complete.

Tom: soon as the white substance was released, he passes out yet again..A few moments later, he wakes back up...

Mr Drone: How do you feel now boi?

Tom: I must serve and obey the hive mind. Serve and obey, Server and obey. Serve and obey

The End..................

#rubber

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