#as for hayden she just gives him dirty looks

[thiamblogger]

could somebody please tell me what liam's problem with corey is and i may be reading hayden wrong, but what's her issue too?

[mrschristensen]

Kinktober Day 7 (10/07): Spanking starring Hayden Christensen

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WARNINGS: smut (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK), female s/o, dom Hayden/sub s/o, spanking, fingering, degradation/dirty talk, praise, lmk if I missed anything!

synopsis: Hayden’s patience slips after many hours of his girlfriend constantly begging for his attention at a con.

WC: 749 words

It was so unfair. He had barely given attention to her the entire day, since they were at a con in L.A. She understood, since he wanted to give all his fans the attention they deserved and all that, and he also wanted to have fun himself. However, that’s one thing. Paying little to no attention to her afterwards was a completely different story.

So, she had been practically begging him for attention, for his touch. Even if it was just a simple caress or holding hands, she didn’t care. But she barely got anything, no matter how hard she tried.

The car ride home was dead silent, too, besides the low volume music that played. She tried to reach over to touch him, but he moved her hand away. His expression was neutral, fixated on the road, but she couldn’t help but feel guilty. Did she do something wrong? Was she asking too much?

They arrived home, and again, it was silent. Then, he spoke up, his voice almost a growl, “Bedroom. Now.”

A shockwave of arousal coursed through her veins and down to her core, and she quickly obeyed orders. She went into their bedroom, going to strip down, but his hand stops her. “I didn’t tell you to undress yourself.”

She swallows hard, letting go of her clothing, and his eyes narrow on her frame, looking her up and down as if he was judging how appetizing she was to him. “God, what am I gonna do with you…” he curses under his breath, tutting a bit before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He guides her, finally holding her hand, over his lap. Her brows furrow for just a moment before she hesitates with the realization.

His hand comes up and caresses her ass ever so gently, before taking off her pants, revealing her lacy thong he picked out for her today. A rumble seemed to emit from his throat at the sight, but she didn’t get the chance to revel in her current situation before his hand came down hard on one of her cheeks.

She cried out at the pain mixed with pleasure, her body jolting instinctively. He keeps her where he wants her, though, using his other arm to hold her in place. “I think we’ll do twenty,” he says, not asking for a response or any argument. “Because my girlfriend is such a good slut for me.”

It’s only been three or four, or was it five? No, no. Definitely four. But three sounds more right…

She could barely even comprehend anything after such a small amount, all the attention she was receiving, the pain and pleasure, mixed with Hayden’s dirty talk and praise all combined into one.

It didn’t take too long for the twenty, and she tried her hardest to be good for him. Maybe there were a few things that occurred at the con that she just happened to miss, maybe that’s why he’s like this. But she didn’t mind, not one bit.

“Such a good girl…” Hayden muses as he rubs her globes soothingly, occasionally giving a little squeeze. “My poor baby just wanted my attention, huh?”

She nodded quickly, a small whimper escaping her, making him smile. “Awh, my poor thing…” He kissed her on the cheek, “Well, gotta take care o’ you for bein’ so perfect for me.”

She wiggled her ass a bit excitedly, teasing him a little, and he simply chuckled before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. She was absolutely soaked, that much was definite by just the mere sight.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, running his thumb over her slit before rubbing her clit in ways he knew drove her mad. Not long after, he inserted two fingers, pumping in and out of her as he whispered dirty words and praises.

She came pretty quickly, for which he praised her for. “There you go, good girl. Right on command…” he whispered, riding her through her intense orgasm. “Such a good girl. My perfect girl.”

After she came down from her high, she went to lazily move off him, but he stopped her, swiftly bringing himself off the bed and in between her legs, since she was now on her back on the bed. “No, no, princess. I’m not even close to bein’ done with you.”

[toasttt11]

home

March 15, 2020

Hayden tapped her foot impatiently waiting for the flight to finish. It was oddly dead on the flight and many seats were uncomfortable and everyone was wearing masks saying very far apart. Archie was laying at her feet as he is still pretty small and he just a smaller golden retriever.

Quarantine was mandated a few days ago and she stayed in Edmonton for a few days not sure what was gonna happen but when she found out the borders are gonna be closing she booked a flight home immediately not wanting to be stuck away from her family.

Jack had flown to Michigan quickly and Quinn had came in the day before Hayden was coming.

Hayden rushed off the flight grabbing her carry on’s with Archie trotting right next to her as they quickly headed through the airport quickly and she grabbed her suitcase and hockey bag on the conveyor and headed out side of the airport quickly.

She let out a sigh of relief seeing a very familiar car and saw Jim in the drivers seat.

Hayden rushed to the car and Jim hopped out of the car helping her put her stuff into the car before pulling his niece into a tight hug.

Hayden let out happy sigh as she clung to him tightly.

She has not seen her family besides Quinn since Christmas and it has been a long three months without them.

Jim pressed a gentle kiss to her head and they let go of each other getting in the car. Archie hopped into the back seat and Jim gave him many pets before started driving.

Hayden happily sat in comfortable silence as Jim drove them back to the Hughes house in Michigan.

Hayden was literally buzzing in excitement in being able to see the rest of her family.

Jim gave Hayden a reassuring smile as they pulled into the driveway letting her rush out of the car and into the house. Archie followed in after Hayden.

Jack’s head snapped up hearing the door open and knew who it was he got up rushing over to the front door where Hayden ran in, “Haydes.” Jack breathed out his eyes filled with tears seeing his best friend again in person.

Hayden let out a small sound and they rushed at each other holding onto each other tightly, Hayden buried her face in Jack’s neck and Jack hiding his face in her neck.

“Haydes!” Luke screamed happily as he ran into the house and saw Hayden and Jack hugging. Luke ran over and tugged Jack, “Jack let me hug my sister.” Luke grumbled making Jack roll his eyes and unhappily let go of Hayden.

Jack bent down and started petting and kissing the top of Archie’s head.

Hayden gasped as she looked at Luke, “Your my height.” Hayden whispered sadly as she realized he was now the same height as her, She tugged him into a tight hug and he happily bent down hiding his face on her shoulder holding her tightly, “You’ve grown.” Hayden whispered so sadly as she hates seeing how much Luke grows every time she sees him now.

Luke just held onto her tighter, he sniffled hating how long it has been without seeing his sister, “I’ve missed you so much.” Luke whispered.

“I missed you so much.” Hayden whispered back kissing the top of her head.

Luke very very reluctantly pulled away but kept close to Hayden.

Quinn walked downstairs and smiled seeing her, he walked right over and Hayden just melted against Quinn burring her head against his chest. Quinn happily hugged her back and he kissed the side of his head softly.

Luke made sure to give Archie lots of attention making Archie wag his tail happily seeing all of his favorite people.

Ellen walked in and beamed seeing her four kids all together, “My darling.” Ellen called out gently making Hayden let go of Quinn and turn to her aunt.

“Aunty El.” Hayden whispered out and lunged to her hugging her tightly.

“Hi my darling niece.” Ellen cooed softly running her hand through Hayden’s long dirty blond hair.

Hayden let out a small sniffle hugging her godmother and aunt tightly.

Ellen let out a comforting sound feeling Hayden sniffling and knew Hayden just needed a hug.

Ellen pulled back after a few minutes of just hugging her niece and cupped Hayden’s face wanting to notice every little thing that has changed in Hayden’s face.

Ellen frowned slightly as she gently brushed her finger across Hayden’s new scar across her cheek bone, she remembered how nervous she was when she watched that game.

Luke grumbled and walked over clinging to Hayden’s side having waited to long as his mom hugged Hayden.

Ellen just smiled and let Luke steal Hayden’s attention.

Jim walked in and smiled seeing his family mostly complete only sadly missing Harrison and Maddison. He set down Hayden’s bags at the bottom of the stairs for her and walked close to everyone else.

“Why don’t you go get settled in?” Ellen offered to Hayden brushing Hayden’s hair behind her ear.

Hayden nodded and was not surprised by Luke staying clinging to her.

Jack and Quinn happily grabbed Hayden’s bags for her as they walked up the stairs all together to Hayden’s room.

Jack set down her suitcase and jumped onto Hayden’s bed letting out a soft sigh smelling the comforting scent of Hayden and he was laying on all of her stuff animals on her bed.

Quinn set the rest of the bags down for her.

“I gotta unpack bud.” Hayden softly told Luke rubbing his back making him grumble not wanting to let go of her, “Go cuddle with Jacky.” Hayden playfully pushed Luke towards the bed.

Luke grumbled and walked over and plopped onto the bed into Jack’s arms.

“Yeah yeah i would rather be cuddling Haydes too.” Jack rolled his eyes at his little brother. Luke perked up as Archie came trotting in and jumped onto the bed into Luke’s arm.

Hayden and Quinn shared a look snickering at the two.

Hayden was finally home.

[kteezy997]

6 Months- Part Six// t.c.

Warnings: masturbation, cursing, smut, oral sex female receiving, fingering, tiny bit of dirty talk

Cam and Timmy hadn’t spoken for a few days and though she hated him, she started to miss him. As much as he hurt her, she found herself wanting to go back to him.

Of course that’s what he’d want! He’s in her head, he’s a master manipulator. A liar. An abductor. So why was she in love with him?

She had never felt this way about someone in her life, especially not so quickly! She got to know him for who he was. She got to know him underneath the charisma and the charm. Underneath it all, he was just a boy, wanting, needing to be loved the way he loved. Cameron realized the same thing about herself.

She felt safe and comfortable with him, as warped as it may sound. She knew they could have a great life together. He’d give her the world. But after such a big lie, she didn’t know if she could trust him enough for their relationship to go the distance.

She felt so tense. Knots were imbedded into her muscles. She was so tired and stressed that all she truly wanted was for Timmy to hold her. And she knew that if they were together in that moment, he would. He would hold her for as long as she needed and he wouldn’t try to kiss her, he wouldn’t pull away. He would just be there for her. He’s a good partner that way.

Cam tossed and turned in bed, the need to see Timmy was consuming her. She wanted to see those green eyes, the curls that fell over them, she wanted to feel his long, strong arms embracing her. She wanted him in the bed next to her right then. Oh, to feel the warmth from his body.

He was concerned about losing control with her. She wondered what all that entailed. She couldn’t think of anything else but the possibilities. The heat between her thighs was mounting. She pressed her legs together, her heels kneading the mattress as she created some friction.

She remembered that night in the pool. His eyes, that damn grin on his perfect pink lips. She snuck her hands up her t-shirt and she palmed her breasts. She imagined his big hands on them, then his mouth on her nipples as she pinched them. She rolled the hard buds between her fingers, sending waves of pleasure to her wet pussy. She then shoved her hand into her panties, rubbing and fingering herself to the image of the man she hated…and loved. Finally the sweet release she so badly needed was brought forth and she slept so much better that night.

…..

Cameron was staying at her best friend Nova’s place. She told Nova everything. She needed someone in her orbit to know the truth, the whole truth.

Nova threatened to kill Timothée Chalamet, but after tons of persuasion, Cameron was able to talk her down.

“Fuck, you love him, don’t you?” she asked her best friend of over ten years.

Cameron sighed, “It’s complicated, that’s a given. But I don’t want him hurt.”

“What about Hayden?”

“I don’t know. Timmy has changed everything. I don’t think I could go back to the way my life was. Hayden is a good guy but-"

“He’s not Timothée.” Nova said.

Cameron looked at her, slowly realizing what her friend was getting at.

“Hayden doesn’t make you feel that…passion, that desire that you feel when you’re with Timothée. You challenge each other. As fucked up as it is, I think you two might be a good match.” Nova shrugged.

“Yeah, I just don’t know if I can forgive him.”

“You can’t get him out of your mind, Cameron. Talk to him, maybe. See if you can work it out.” she put her arm around Cameron, resting her head affectionately on hers, “But if he ever hurts you again, I’ll put his dick in a banana slicer.”

Cameron laughed.

“I’m serious.” Nova stated.

“I know. That was nervous laughter. I’m almost certain that you’re capable of murder, so chopping someone’s dick wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for you.”

Nova shrugged her shoulders again, humming as she did so.

…….

Cameron asked Nova to take her to Timothée’s house and Nicola, his assistant answered the door.

“Oh! Miss Reese, what a surprise.”

“Yeah, hi. Is he around?”

“He should be home shortly. Come on in!” Nicola was polite like always. Cam wondered how much she really knew about her situation with Timothée. “Maybe you’d want to visit your friends in the kitchen? They’re preparing dinner.”

“Sure.” Cam smiled, making her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by the cheery Mrs. Davis.

She put on an apron and offered to help, and the staff let her. It seemed that they were all glad to see her again.

“I must say, Miss Reese, you really do bring a lot of life into this place. I’m so glad you’re back.”

Cam grinned widely, truly appreciative of Mrs. Davis’s words. Her heart was warm.

“I could say the same thing.”

She knew that voice. He was home.

She looked over, meeting those damn green eyes that she missed with every fiber of her being.

He stood there, waiting for her to speak, to move, to do anything. At her own pace.

They had made eye contact and she didn’t waste another moment. She went over to him, throwing her arms around him.

Timothée in turn tucked his arms around her back snuggly.

"Come with me." he whispered to her.

.......

Timothee led Cameron by the hand to a room in the house that she had not yet been in: his bedroom.

"Stay with me tonight. We'll talk tomorrow. About everything, I promise." he said.

Cam looked around the room, it was somewhat bigger than hers, and he had a king-sized bed, and the color scheme was more neutral than hers, and less cozy. He obviously just used this room for sleep and nothing else. Well, maybe one other thing.

"Okay, I will stay. But I don't forgive you, not yet. I just needed to see you."

He gently caressed her cheek, "I was so scared that you meant it when you said you never wanted to see me again. But I didn’t blame you.”

"At the time, I did mean it. But I realized that it's not that simple. I...care for you, Timmy."

"I care for you too, so so much. And I'm sorry, for everything."

She nodded, "We don't have to get into it right now. We don't have to-"

Timothee had tucked her chin up with his finger, and leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet, tender kiss. Their first kiss.

Cam kissed him back, harder than he initiated. She hungered for him. The kiss was just the beginning.

"What do you wanna do with me?" she asked, daringly.

"Cameron," he began,

"Who?" she quipped.

"Cam," he corrected himself with a little smile, "are you sure you want to know the answer to that?"

She walked over to him and shoved him on the bed. "I am totally sure." she said, crawling on top of him.

They made out shamelessly and ran their hands all over one another, raking off pieces of clothing as they went.

She remained only in her panties and Timmy pushed her over onto her back, he tucked his fingers into the sides of her underwear.

"I want to fuck you so hard, they'll hear you moaning in Nevada." With that, he pulled her panties down and dropped them onto the floor.

Cam was aching in her core, rubbing her thighs together before they were forced apart by him.

He slipped down, his mouth immediately met her clit. He rolled his tongue over the sensitive nub, making her start to whimper. He sucked her clit, and ran his tongue over it, not letting up for anything. Her pleasure was his mission.

He reached up, palming her tits, one by one. She raised, up arching her back and moaning loudly. He introduced his fingers between her folds, running them up and down the slickness of her. He carefully ran his forefinger along the outer rim of her pussy, stretching her.

"Fuck!" she cried, arching her back, and squeezing her tits as he pushed his fingers inside of her.

Using his middle and ring finger, Timothee rammed her pussy aggressively, taking breaks occasionally by slowing down and fucking her at an easier pace and rubbing her clit.

Cam let out a series of little moans and shook a little before her knees knocked together and she sunk down into the mattress. "Mmm." she groaned, feeling tired already, but no where near ready for sleep.

Timmy parted her legs, scooting between them and he leaned down over her. Their tummies touched, the tip of his cock teased her swollen clit. He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue over hers sloppily. "Such a good girl." he cooed.

He then lined his hard member up to her, pressing the tip against her puddle.

She gasped as he slid in. Her toes curling, she said, "Fuck yes, stretch me out. Use me, please."

Timothee started bucking his hips, her wetness making pornographic noises against his skin with each thrust. He held her legs up from behind her knees, and he kept his gaze on her below him as he fucked her as hard as he could. He watched her mouth drop open, her pupils dilate. She looked so beautiful. Plus, her tits were hard and they jostled as he fucked her.

He wanted to feel her full breasts against his chest, so he tucked her legs around him, he flattened himself down onto her body.

Cam continued to moan as he rocked into her. She threw her head back, prompting him to bite her there.

Timothee was so turned on by her tits shaking against him and her nipples poking and grazing his skin. He wanted to just be as physically close to her as possible, he snuck his face into her neck, snaking his arms underneath her. To be smothered to death by her body would have been a great way for him to go.

Cam clasped her hands on his back, digging her nails into him as she had another orgasm. "Oh, God, Timmy!" she pulled his hair.

He raised up to smash his lips on hers and he felt his own orgasm building. "Ah, shit, fuck!" he cried out. She was squeezing her walls around him, milking his cum right out of his cock. He trembled with a low groan as he shot off inside of her.

She squeezed his small waist with her thighs, not wanting him to let a drop of his warm cum seep out of her.

He kissed her along her collarbone, then up her neck. "My Cam." he whispered into her flushed skin. He gingerly kneaded her hips with his long fingers. He could have worshipped her all night.

Cam relaxed against the mattress, now ready for sleep.

Timmy pulled out of her, and lay beside her. He pushed her hair back, kissing her face, her forehead, and then gave a small peck to her lips.

"Mmm, goodnight Timmy." she said weakly, letting her eyes close.

He smiled looking down at her, so exhausted, but satisfied and happy. "Goodnight baby."

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich

[hanasnx]

I don’t really read smut anymore if I can help it unless it’s part of a story, not the point of a story, especially when it’s about Hayden Christensen the person, not one of his characters.

You see, I think he does look at stuff about him. Especially when he was researching everything he could find about Star Wars. He stated how he found interviews and fan art. I find it very hard to believe he didn’t read a fic or two about his character. There’s some amazing content, and as cringey as this site can be, I think it’s the perfect type of social media for him.

Tumblr is a place that you can geek out over your interests and say things, you cannot responsibly express in the adult world. It’s a place you can be proud that hundreds or even thousands of people, love your epic 100k plus word FanFiction you spend most of your free time on, without having to admit you prefer writing, over going to some smelly club.

I also really appreciate how little anybody’s opinion on here, actually matters in the big picture. You and some of your mutuals are guilty of this, but I just attribute it to your age. Nothing can effect you on here, so do what you please and no one is the wiser.

Except, when I think of Hayden Christensen on here looking at stuff, I can’t help but wonder how a self proclaimed shy introvert, might feel reading about things with his actual name. He might get sick to his stomach reading about himself fictionally making a controversially young fan, bleed from his rough sexual treatment. Even if she’s into it. I think because of how introverted and private he is, and the fact everyone in Hollywood thinks he’s a bit odd, add to that the things Rachel says about her past sex life, without naming him, but giving her age so everyone knows who it must have been, have effected him negatively.

When he was younger, several costars pre-Rachel stated how serious and confident he was. Even Rachel said how she admired how sure of himself he was. He was photographed at many social events, celebrating birthdays, going to the playboy mansion, hosting parties in Vegas nightclubs, racing his cars, going to F1, and Cannes, and even the MET Gala. He dated Reena Hammer, who was practically the British Paris Hilton of socialites. He’s also a world renowned model. His interviews when he was earlier in his career, he was playful and almost arrogant in some, very flirty.

At first I thought his aversion to people came from the Star Wars toxic fandom hate he received for the prequels but if you look at when some interviews and interactions with people occurred, they were at or after, peak hate era.

There’s one in Cannes where he shooshes the media and gives them a dirty look while up on the podium. Another time he’s at an award show getting heckled and fired right back at them. There’s that interview where he says he wanted to be in Star Wars ever since he was a baby, that oozes confidence.

Then he got traumatized by a combo of fellow celebs, fans being hateful or saying nothing matters but his looks, and the loss of his anonymity. He has stated how cringe it was to see his face on everything from chips, to cereal, to chicken noodle soup, magazines about him, more often than not, without his permission.

I don’t want to villianize Rachel Bilson, because I think she is just an empty headed, cute little nepo brat, that should be taken about as seriously as the movie Virgin Territory. She was in a wreck, in her teens and got a head injury so she has a hard time with long term memory. How it would be dating someone that forgets everything with time, cannot be great for your self esteem. Add to that her talking about how paranoid and depressed he gets, and publicly stated he has severe anxiety can’t help his anxiety. Then to mail that coffin shut, she spreads rumors he cheated with someone as embarrassing as Emma Roberts, said he never could make her cum, said her break up with Bill Hader was more difficult than child birth, has been linked to a bunch of men that she says she now has no issues orgasming with partners, and she constantly brings him up on her podcast that I think 75% of her listeners, listen in hopes she’ll say something about Hayden.

Living with social anxiety, brought on by trauma and over exposure, seems like it’d be something close to torture, never knowing what she will reveal about you next. Also how she talks about Briar all the time, even going so far as taking calls from her school, on the air has to make him feel very helpless.

I do appreciate one of your recent answers about how he doesn’t even know what sexy stuff he might be into, and while I hope he does find someone that makes him feel safe and secure, I think it’s better to stick to his characters. It’s not difficult to just make him AJ, or James, or even Jacob, if you’re sick of using anakin.

We should also be conscious that Briar is reaching the age where she is going to be looking up her parents. It’s just a fact. And as a fan of Hayden, you can’t just not give a shit about Briar. The man seems to love her more than anything, and we love him. Robin Williams suffered from similar mental health issues as Hayden does, and no one knows what pushed him over the edge, but I sure as shit don’t want to contribute to him having a breakdown.

And yes, I wrote a very sexual series about a celeb using their name before I realized how hurtful that had the potential to be. I went back and saved them all before deleting them all on here, and then I edited them all to be one of that celebs characters, and it actually did even better. Maybe one day I’ll share that with you.

I hope you don’t take this as an insult or me judging you at all. I think you are a very skilled writer with an amazing imagination. I enjoy dark fanfiction, and you have the ability to build worlds, and describe emotion that is quite rare. I used to write a lot more, and I always knew that smut equals instant gratification. Smut gets most of the attention, and some of them I wrote have thousands of notes, while the one I worked the hardest on, and am most proud of, has like 30. It’s heart wrenching and makes people cry though, and most don’t like to be emotionally wrecked by a fic.

You don’t have to post this if you don’t want to, but of course it’s yours now. I need to be anonymous with this because my main blog is very wholesome and pure, while my fanfiction writing is on a sub account I guess you’d call it off my main, and so is my Hayden fan account. We have interacted somewhat through posts you’ve liked and commented on.

well it’s a good thing that i don’t tag any of this with just his name and instead tag it with “hayden christensen smut” and “hayden christensen x reader” so that people don’t just come across it who are looking him up. you can filter those tags and my user too or if you’d like to give me your user privately i can block you. i don’t rly know what you were trying to do here because i never opened this discussion up and never planned to

[barbatos-sama]

mikhail/minette:

• minette is basically a pillow princess and doesn't do much other than let stuff happen to her, at first she felt bad abt it like are you sure you don't want me to do anything?? but it's how mikhail likes it, he just likes making her feel good.

• she doesn't prefer vaginal sex usually unless they're trying for a baby, otherwise she likes anal better. mikhail can deliver wicked prostate orgasms just by using one big finger in there. of course he shapeshifts his claws away first lol

• definitely big praise kink girlie, loves being called a good girl or boy and that she's doing so well etc. mikhail gets plenty of satisfaction from watching her be good and obey so he doesn't need much foreplay himself to get going, hearing minette's little moans is all he needs.

• she likes the feeling of his teeth grazing against her skin and being nibbled at. one point while they were fucking mikhail had such a strong urge to claim bite but didn't want to since they were saving that for their wedding night that he ended up having to bite his own arm to stop himself. minette was like we don't have to wait until marriage if it's that hard for you !! D: but mikhail was like no >:T i'm waiting.

• wolf man logic: premarital sex = yes, premarital bite = no

• minette has all kinds of fancy lingerie although she was super embarassed to have it made, it's not like amazon exists she had to get that shit tailor-made. in situations like that she's almost too embarassed to speak so her handmaiden just accompanied her and spoke for her AJHDFJ she and her handmaiden are best friends, an absolute homie making sure you look good for your man.

• they end up with a breeding kink and honestly when ur trying for a baby for a few hundred years it would be surprising if you Didn't end up with a breeding kink.

• mikhail dotes on her but like half the time he'll also be mean and edge her until she starts tearing up. she likes it but makes a point to pout about it the whole time they're showering and having their bath afterwards. then she sleeps for like 20 hours because being fucked by a big wolf man takes a lot out of you okay.

hayden/wyatt:

• these two are very different from the other two AHDHDH

• wyatt also has a praise kink but he also likes dirty talk and being spanked, these two like it rough lol

• these two are so fucking loud it's a good thing their walls are sound proofed. wyatt is a nightmare who can't cum unless he's being called all manner of horrible things, listening to them would be so cringe

• sometimes it's so rough wyatt can't walk afterwards and he has to be carried to the bath and back to bed and he is very okay with this

• there's hair pulling sometimes, being held by the throat etc. hayden was So Scared the first time he did this shit AHSHDHFH hayden was very much a vanilla guy so it took a lot of convincing plus easing into it. hayden was like u want me to do What to you??? hello??? but he ended up enjoying it once he saw how much wyatt likes it

• wyatt has no gag reflex so facefucking has occurred yes *shrug emoji*

• wyatt usually likes being the sub but sometimes they switch it up and he doms. he can be a wicked powerbottom when he wants to be.

• hayden is a simple man who likes thighs legs and feet. me and him don't share the feet thing but i think it gives him character

• i think wyatt likes this kind of stuff bc it's all about trust, he was an abused kid so the fact that he has someone he can trust to hurt him but not Hurt Him is very exciting lol

[rotisseries]

cough. idk if i explained how theo was brought back but basically . it was liam had the idea to bring theo back. hayden, his GIRLLLFRRIIIENND. was not on board. she used to be in his pack. anyway liam who literally almost killed scott ......... was like "we need something capable of absorbing a lightning bolt. or someone." and liam knew theo killed josh for his power. so he knows he could take a bolt of electricity. in theory he's risking a lot. (he needs someone to absorb lightning bc the ghost riders aka villain of the season travel on lightning and he wants to be able to capture one and then go from there.) he went to kira's mom and asked to bring him back. he was confused when kira's mom gave him the sword and said "youll have to do it yourself" bc he figured that she was gonna do it. and then she tells him "whatever happens...is your responsibility." hayden said she supported him in whatever but right before he put the sword in the ground where they left theo all those months ago, she said "WAIT" and he did it anyway and theo came from hell dirty and scared like a wild animal he IMMMEEEEDIATELY pins liam to a wall with his forearm on liam's throat. . listen. when i tell you he's looking around frantically and afraid its like they cant even talk to him. hayden is like "theo we're not trying to hurt you!" ans hes like . off somewhere. and he says "where's my sister?" <- in some weird growl because he is PETRIFIED RN. and they mistake theo's question for memory loss. liam says "your sister's dead. she died a long time ago." ans HAYDEN SAYS "you killed her ...remember?" hayden..... shut the fuck up. YOU DONT KNOW THAT.??? anyway and then theo says hes gonna kill liam and etc etc then liam holds out the sword as a obvious threat and theo backs off. says that they need his power to help them. AND THE DEAL ALWAYS WAS. THAT THEY USE THEO AND SEND HIM BACK. THAT THEO HELPS HIM AND HE GOES BACK. THATS HOW MUCH THEY HATE HIM. EVERY WRONG OR WEIRD THING HE DOES OR SAYS ANS SLMEONE SAYS "send him back" LIKE FUCKING CHILL GIVE HIM A MOMENT. anyway that was always the deal. but liam said "help us and you can kill whoever you want after. but if you kill US. then you're gonna be worse off than ever." <-ish. and theo says. "theres nothing worse than what ive been through." they do not respond or acknowledge that. do mind tho, liam treats theo with the most respect, more than anyone else does even tho he has good enough reasons to despise him. unlike hayden he recognized how scared he was. and didnt yell at him or accuse him of killing his sister. just said she died. anyway. so theres this contracption that they have able to hold all the jules or voltz of electricity in a lightning rod. they brought theo to it to TEST if he could handle a lightning bolt. liam tells him he can do it. he cant. he doesnt have  josh's power and he doesnt have tracy's power and hes back to classic theo. he thinks hes gonna get sent back by the way liam and hayden are talking so that mf starts going "hold hold hold on i can help" he has information on the ghost riders and he knows shit from the dread doctors and HE REMEMBERS STILES!!!!!! stiles got taken by the ghost riders and if you get taken you get erased from everyone's memory and basically reality. ans since he was in hell he . remembers him. and he also has exclusive information on the person liam ans hayden brought down with them to test the lightning. hes a science teacher at the high school. but in actuality, theo knows who he really is. i aint got time for all that rn. anyway liam lets him stay on account of knowing who stiles is and the fact he probably does know things.

imagine coming out of literal hell and some bitch is like "you killed your sister" babe one of us is going back down there and it won't be me

[triviareads]

Releases on June 6th

Summary:

Natalie Vos has returned to Napa jobless, fiancé-less, and in need of money to start her own investment firm. August Cates owns a vineyard that makes terrible-tasting wine, but owes it to his friend not to give up. August and Natalie may hate each other at first sight, but their respective financial struggles causes Natalie to propose a marriage of convenience so that both of them can get the capital they need to fund their dreams...

My review:

TESSA BAILEY IS BACK. I enjoyed reading Unfortunately Yours, and I think what made this book really hit was just how reminiscent it was of Tessa's older works. August and Natalie reminded me a lot of Brent and Hayden from Asking for Trouble— August is a brash, cocky retired Navy SEAL, and Natalie is a pedigreed investment banker. There's this immediate sexual tension between August and Natalie, but circumstances make them "enemies" of sorts, which leads to a lot of pretty hilarious back-and-forth arguing between them (as always, Tessa knows how to write good banter).

Natalie and August are both at their lowest when they meet, and I actually liked that. This isn't a story about a ripped-and-ready soldier and a socialite; August is a former SEAL who's now trying his best to create a profitable vineyard to honor a friend's legacy. Natalie is trying to start up her own investment firm and struggles with being seen as a valued member of her own family. She also has a history of struggling with alcohol. They're both a little pathetic (but in an endearing way), little prickly, and scared to let their guards down. But because they both need money, they need to put their hang-ups aside and go ahead with this marriage of convenience.

Regarding their marriage, I appreciated how the wedding happened around midway through the book (ft. dancing to "Brick House" by the Commodores, him tenderly plucking rice out of her hair, and that lift from Dirty Dancing), so lot of the story is Natalie and August learning to live and work together while they "pretend" to be married for real. And that close proximity led to a lot of excellent bonding moments (and not just physical lol). SPEAKING of which—

The sex:

When I say Tessa's back, I mean this in terms of the sex as well. Because August fucked up his first chance with Natalie, he's determined to do this RIGHT the second time around. And by right, I mean no p in v sex until he's convinced she won't regret sleeping with him. Which.... makes for an excellent self-denial subplot.

Here's what worked for me:

a) The dirty talk is still a little paired down compared to Tessa's older works, but it did the trick

b) WEDDING NIGHT! Maybe I've been brainwashed by historical romances about the excitement of wedding night sex but this one was great— the stand-out moment was August telling Natalie he's imagined going down on her so many times "imaginary August has lockjaw". Then there was a classic Tessa Bailey blowjob scene (I feel like a lot of contemporary romances skimp on these, so I like the level of detail Tessa provides).

c) There is, in fact, face-sitting

d) Do I think the opportunity for August to showcase his SEAL skills was a bit shoehorned? Yes, but when it leads to a level of scared/horny desperation that has them pulling over their car during a FLASH FLOOD and he's standing OUTSIDE IN THE STORM while railing her from behind.... I'm here for it.

Basically, I don't believe in the "wife guy" but August is the only kind of "wife guy" I condone, namely, the kind that gets off on it.

Overall:

I had a lot of fun reading this book and absolutely would recommend. If you're looking for a light read (a beach read, if you will) with plenty of heart that also doesn't skimp on good sex, this is the book for you!

Thank you to Avon and Harper Voyager and NetGalley for an advanced copy of this book in exchange for my review.

[joyreadstories]

Chapter 1 The Man Who Violated Me

Harrison Lloyd asked, his voice cold and accusatory, "Samantha, who told you to slander Hannah?"

Hayden Lloyd sneered with disgust. "You lowly thing! You couldn't even control yourself and slept with someone else, yet you still blame Hannah?"

Hudson Lloyd's tone was mocking and cruel. "You like being with men, huh? Then go ahead. Do it until you die."

Henry Lloyd chuckled darkly, adding, "I'm giving her to you guys. Do whatever you want."

Hunter Lloyd grinned maliciously, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Let me cut her Achilles tendon to spice things up for you."

...

On the plane, Samantha Morton's breath hitched, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Everything that happened four years ago was like a brand burned into her memory.

Her brother, her parents, and that fake girl, Hannah Lloyd, who took her place!

Back then, just after her grandma passed away, people from the Lloyd family came to her, saying she was the daughter they had mistakenly swapped at birth, and they had come to take her back. She thought that coming back home would bring her great happiness.

But she hadn’t expected that her five brothers only saw Hannah as their sister. Along with their parents, they always blamed Samantha for not accepting Hannah.

She endured it once and once again, trying her hardest to please them, but she never imagined that Hannah would frame her, causing her to be ruined by a stranger.When she learned the truth and returned to confront the Lloyds and Hannah, they...

Remembering what they had done to her, Samantha's eyes grew cold as she closed them again.

Half an hour later, at Fleetwood Airport.

Samantha, dressed in casual clothes, wearing a baseball cap, and with black sunglasses covering most of her face, pushed her suitcase as she walked out from the arrivals gate.

Even though her face was obscured, the aura she exuded made people turn their heads to look at her.

In the scorching heat of July and August, the constant buzzing of cicadas made people restless. Samantha, enduring the blazing sun, finally reached her place.

Just as she passed through the greenery, a strong smell of blood hit her nose. She became instantly alert, quickly stepping back, and in the next second, someone lunged at her.

"Help me."

It was a man covered in blood, looking gravely injured.

When Samantha saw the bloodstains dirtying her white pants, her expression darkened, and she frowned slightly, her voice icy, "Get lost!

"I... I'll give you money." The man's voice was hoarse and weak as he struggled to speak again.

"I don't need it."

Samantha refused once more and stepped around him to leave. But just as she passed by him, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a sandalwood bracelet on his wrist.

Her footsteps halted, her eyes narrowing slightly.

That's the only keepsake grandma left me. How could it be on this man's wrist? Could it be...

Suddenly realizing something, Samantha's pupils contracted sharply, and she looked at the man again!

Is it him? The man who violated me that night?

Samantha steadied herself, half-squatting as she spoke in a cool voice, "Money doesn't interest me, but I am interested in your bracelet. Will you give it to me?"

Upon hearing this, the man's hand, the one wearing the bracelet, suddenly tightened. He remained silent.

"If not, that's fine."

She figured she could just take it once he was dead anyway.

Unbothered, Samantha gave the man a slight kick and was about to leave.

The man winced in pain, gritting his teeth before saying, "Take it."

Satisfied, Samantha curled her lips into a small smile. "Deal."

With that, she bent down to help him up, propping him against a nearby tree, and then began to clean his wounds.

After about ten minutes, once the wounds were cleaned, Samantha finally got a clear look at the man's face. Though he looked extremely pale and weak, his commanding presence was unmistakable, a natural aura of authority.

As she stared at his face, doubt stirred in her mind. Didn't Hannah say the man from that night was a beggar she picked up off the street?

While she was still puzzled, she suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Her eyes flickered, and she quickly took the bracelet from the unconscious man, raising it slightly toward him as she said, "Fair trade."

Without another word, she grabbed her suitcase and walked off swiftly. She had just left when a group of a dozen men in black suits arrived at the spot. Seeing the unconscious man on the ground, they exclaimed, "Mr. Maxwell!"

Chapter 2 Do You Think You Deserve That?

After arriving at her place, the more Samantha dwelled on it, the more something felt amiss. She quickly typed out a message. "Asher, look into the guest list from four years ago at the Laurier Hotel."

Moments later, a simple "OK" sticker appeared in reply. Gripping her phone, Samantha's mind wandered, replaying everything in her head.

Just then, the familiar ringtone of a WhatsApp video call interrupted her thoughts. Spotting the cute cartoon avatar on the screen, the icy tension in Samantha's demeanor dissolved. Smiling, she answered, "My sweetheart!"

Three familiar faces immediately filled the screen, each one practically tripping over the other to speak first.

"Mommy, is that your new home? I love it!"

"Mommy, we have a surprise for you!"

Hearing her children's sweet, excited voices, Samantha's expression softened as she gently reassured them, "This will be your new home too. I can't wait to see your surprise."

Years ago, after being rescued, Samantha had fallen into a four-month coma. When she finally woke, the doctors had told her she was pregnant with triplets. They warned that her body was in poor condition and terminating the pregnancy could mean she'd never have children again.

She chose to keep them. Her eldest and second were boys, Oliver Morton and Logan Morton, both eerily resembling the man she had encountered earlier, while her youngest was a girl, Lily Morton.

The thought of running into their biological father right after returning stirred a mix of emotions in her. After chatting with the kids for a while longer, she ended the call, forgetting about the surprise they had mentioned.

As soon as she hung up, her phone buzzed again with a WhatsApp notification. She opened it and found an auction invitation, followed by a message. "Sammy, you have to come tomorrow! There's something you'll want!"

Samantha didn't reply. Instead, she scrolled through the guest list attached to the invitation, lazily glancing over the names. But when she saw the Lloyd family listed, a soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips.

The next day, Samantha arrived at the auction's entrance, draped in a sleek black strapless gown. Her natural beauty, coupled with the cold elegance she exuded, made heads turn as people tried to guess who she was.

Uncomfortable under the scrutiny, Samantha quickly pulled up the invitation on her phone and handed it to the usher for verification, eager to slip inside without further attention.

"Samantha?"

Just then, a surprised voice sounded from behind her, and the next second, someone grabbed Samantha's arm. It was Hannah's face that came into view.

Hannah's expression was filled with excitement, her grip tightening on Samantha's arm as she turned back and shouted, "Harrison, Henry, Hunter! It's really Samantha!"

Samantha looked up and saw the three men standing across from her. They were Harrison, the eldest of the Lloyd family, Henry, the fourth, and Hunter, the fifth.

"Samantha! It's so good that you're okay. Where have you been all these years? We've all missed you."

Samantha scoffed coldly, impatiently shaking off Hannah's hand as she mocked, "What's wrong? Are you disappointed to see me alive?"

Hannah's expression instantly turned awkward, and she shook her head frantically, her voice choking with emotion. "Samantha, no! Are you still mad at me? I'll… I'll pack up and leave right away.

"Hannah! What nonsense are you saying?" The moment she started crying, the three brothers couldn't stand by any longer. Hunter immediately stepped in front of her, glaring fiercely at Samantha. "You've just come back, and already you're bullying Hannah?"

Henry looked at Samantha as though she were an enemy. "You should have stayed dead. Why come back at all? What a curse! And how dare you bully Hannah? Didn't you get enough of a beating before?"

Harrison's gaze darkened as he pulled the sobbing Hannah into his arms, his sharp eyes locking onto Samantha. "Apologize, Samantha."

"Ha!" Samantha sneered, watching them protect Hannah like she was a precious jewel. "Apologize? Do you think you deserve that?"

[cyberplex]

Howdy, Mothra, and welcome to the Cyberplex! Please submit your account to the main in the next 72 hours and look over the rest of our checklist here. We look forward to seeing Alexander Drake, Alice Porter, Avigail 'Avi' Horovitz, Damian Clarke, Lacey Sinclair, and Marshall Cerulli on the dash.

anya taylor-joy / she/her  ———  no way is that ALICE PORTER.. they’re a 28-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being FICKLE  &  INSINCERE but there are some people who have seen them being MESMERIZING  &  CLEVER.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of constant daydreams, cameras flashing, designer dresses, and perfect hair that’s never out of place, but that could just be because they’re considered the PROUD ELITE around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through.. 

emily rudd / she/they  ———  no way is that LACEY SINCLAIR.. they’re a 30-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being EVASIVE  &  DISTRUSTING but there are some people who have seen them being CARING  &  SELFLESS.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of neon lights, pay by the hour hotels, doing whatever you can for your siblings, and dirty looks shot towards any man who looks at you for too long, but that could just be because they’re considered the RUNAWAY around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through.. 

hayden christensen / he/him  ———  no way is that MARSHALL CERULLI.. they’re a 38-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being IMPULSIVE  &  THRILL-SEEKING but there are some people who have seen them being OPEN-MINDED  &  WARM.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of revving engines, running from the cops, loud but warm family dinners, and falling in love head over feet, but that could just be because they’re considered the ADRENALINE JUNKIE around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..  

iain glen / he/him  —��—  no way is that ALEXANDER DRAKE.. they’re a 63-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being ENIGMATIC  &  MECHANICAL but there are some people who have seen them being GIVING  &  THOROUGH.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of keeping secrets for the greater good, refusing to spend too much time thinking about what you need, spending money as a way of showing love, and doing anything for your youngest son, but that could just be because they’re considered the ECCENTRIC BILLIONAIRE around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..  

hailee steinfeld / she/they  ———  no way is that AVIGAIL ‘AVI’ HOROVITZ.. they’re a 27-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being GREGARIOUS  &  REACTIVE but there are some people who have seen them being DRIVEN  &  SPONTANEOUS.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of distressed tshirts, snapped guitar strings, screaming lyrics into a microphone, and living your best life with your favorite people, but that could just be because they’re considered the PUNK ROCK PRINCESS around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..  

federico russo / he/him  ———  no way is that DAMIAN CLARKE.. they’re a 26-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being SULLEN  &  CALLOUS but there are some people who have seen them being ENCOURAGING  &  INCLUSIVE.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of constantly being kept in the dark, the never ending sting of betrayal, intense gazes from across the bar, and drawing constellations with freckles but that could just be because they’re considered the FALSE SON around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through.. 

[avalonslife]

“Hayden,” it was a little chastising as it did worry her he hadn’t slept. But it didn’t surprise her and it was just so him to work all night that she found there was the ghost of a smile on her lips as she shook her head. “You should really try and get a bit of rest before everyone else gets up,” she suggested.

She found herself holding her breath as she waited to see what he’d say. Preparing herself for the worst. Watching every little movement he made as if it would give her some warning of how this was going to go. She knew how she hoped it would of course. The kiss, with all its intensity and emotion, the moment they’d shared on the dirty floor of a vampire bar. It had been on her mind almost every moment since. “What?” Of all the possibilities that had passed through her mind, him saying he’d taken advantage of her wasn’t one of them. “Hayden no, you didn’t take advantage of me. If anyone took advantage of anyone it was me. You were drunk and I shouldn’t have let you do something you might…regret,” but he’d said he didn’t regret it. That gave her hope. Made her stomach flutter with it. She swallowed, looking back up at him. “I don’t regret it either,” she assured him, “And I meant what I said….that it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time,”

The immediacy of his reply made her smile a little. And she found she was relieved he hadn’t turned her away. She watched him as she closed the door and headed over to his desk. If she wasn’t mistaken he seemed almost…nervous. “Couldn’t sleep,” she shrugged, “and staring at my ceiling was getting boring,” she joked with a hint of a smile. “How long have you been up?” She asked curiously.

She leaned her hip against the side of his desk. “Can we talk about the other night? About when I found you at the bar,”

[mrschristensen]

No Nut November - Hockey Game Steam

NNN Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut/sexual content (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!), female s/o, soft dom Hayden/sub s/o, hockey game mentions, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Hayden blowing off some steam (haha no pun intended 😉), pet names/name calling (baby, lovie), praise, creampie, lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: After watching an intense game on the TV, Hayden needs to blow off some steam; so he decides to take up on his favorite pastime.

-> note: Well hello hello! Quite a while it's been, hm? Not really though, since it's only been a week... And to be honest, I almost completely forgot to do it today. This week was so busy! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!

WC: 444 words

Soft, quiet grunts escaped Hayden's lips as he was right next to her ear, rolling his hips into his girlfriend at a gentle yet fast pace. It felt so good, massaging her insides just right and giving her the ultimate pleasure. The Leafs won by just a smidge today, and it had gotten him all pent up. Well, it's not saying that he isn't always pent up when it comes to his lover.

"Hayden," she breathed, her hands moving to tangle in his dirty blonde curls. Both their bodies were coming together and molding into one, performing this intimate dance for their eyes only. Her breasts gently rocked in time with each of his thrusts, drawing his attention as his blue-gray gaze locked onto her full mounds for a few moments.

He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the already hardened bud and sucking gently yet thoroughly. She moaned as her back arched into him, leaning into his touch and craving for more. He couldn't help but smile, "So responsive, baby."

She whimpered in reply, and he captured her lips in a slow, soft kiss, taking his time as his hands threaded into the strands of her hair as well. It was euphoric, igniting the flames of passion inside them, but keeping that gentleness to it. Sometimes that's just what they needed, and this time was no exception.

"You're so perfect," he praised in a whisper, reangling himself a bit to hit her g-spot, making her let out a noise of pleasure just a bit louder. He made sure to keep hitting that spot, his fat tip kissing her cervix, heightening the pleasure for both of them.

"Y'gonna cum, lovie?" he asks in that soft yet agonizingly seductive voice, his Canadian accent coming out more than ever like it always does during sex.

She nods frantically, gripping his shoulders as if holding onto her last piece of sanity. "Can I?-" she gasps, her body starting to tremble a bit in his arms.

He smiled and chuckled a bit, ravishing hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck. "Such a good girl, askin' for permission. C'mon, cum."

She whines and she does just that, right on command, letting out a cry of ecstasy as her juices coat his cock. He groans as he watches her come undone, and it's more than enough to send him over the edge as well, painting her insides with his sticky seed.

Panting and sticky with a light sheen of sweat on their bodies, he presses his forehead against hers. He opens his eyes and looks at her, giving her that insufferably dorkish smile. "Some hockey game, huh?"

[liliaeth]

People have talked a lot about First Kill, and how great it is as lesbian representation. And I love that for any wlw enjoying it as the young adult show it is. It's not great art, it's cheesy, and it's awesome just for that.

But the one thing I haven't seen mentioned even nearly as much, is how good it is for racial representation.

I never watched Vampire Diaries, so can't compare it to that or any of it's off shoots. (except that apparently Bonnie was done dirty, according to my tumblr feed)

I did watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, and plenty of other fantasy shows. And it's led me to notice how rarely shows like these treat characters of color, and especially black girls and women, as characters in their own right. Characters with feelings and emotions that are just as important as those of the white characters. (esp. those of white men)

Just think about the characters of color in Teen Wolf, to give a most recent example.

Yes, Scott was the main character. But if the show had one flaw, it was that it consistently treated Scott's feelings as less important than those of his white friends. Stiles, Derek, Jackson, Isaac, ... could all whine and complain about the most minor thing, and it would be treated as this big important moment.

But Scott was expected to go through enormous trauma, without complaint, and was supposed to come out of it, primarily caring for his white friends, and how the things he went through, affected the white people around him.

When Boyd died, TW made his death more about him comforting Derek that he did the right thing in biting him, than about the horror of a teenage boy dying.

Davies actively claimed that Mason was 'too good to have permanent consequences from his possession by the Beast'

We got pretty much no interactions between Scott and Hayden after Scott bit her, despite him becoming her alpha, no moment to explore how both of them felt about it. In contrast to all such scenes we got from Liam.

Peter was never called out on what he did to Scott, not even by Scott's mother, and even after Scott literally died, Melissa was more ready to speech on him on what he owed others, than to console him on what had been done to him, and what he just went through.

And that's not even starting on how they treated Kira, let out the actress playing her.

And that's just a few examples.

So when I watched First Kill, I was happily surprised to find how much better this show handled it's non white characters.

From the first episode on.

How they cut the ep in half, showing the same events from two perspectives, first Juliette's and then Calliope's. Giving equal depth and importance to introducing both of them and the different families they came from. What their parents expected of them, and what their hopes and dreams were, and why...

And that was just the first episode.

As the series continued, we learn just as much about both families, different things, sure, but the series shows us what is important to each and why.

Cal isn't expected to be the strong black girl, who is just there to look after Juliette's needs. Cal's own feelings matter just as much.

We see them both fall in love, and why. Sure there's some lust involved at first, but soon that turns to more.

Even Ben, who in any other show would just be 'the black friend', instead is fully fleshed out, and gets to call out his white best friend when he feels she's done him wrong, and when the white boy he has a crush on mistreats him, he says so and breaks it off.

Often with characters like that, (esp. in fanfic), if a char like that were replaced with a teddy bear, you wouldn't notice the difference

But here, Ben is a full fledged individual, with needs, backstory, a plotline that hopefully will be built on more next season)

Cal's brothers get to have their own personality, the studious gentle but driven and dilligent studious older brother, Theo, and the hot hardheaded and somewhat arrogant jock, Apollo.

Both who get storylines of their own. And whose feelings matter.

In this show it isn't just the Fairmonts who get to be three dimensional characters, the Burns family and their friends are equally explored, and it's sad to see just how refreshing that is. (like seriously, there are far too few shows that are like this, Black Lightning is one of the only other ones I can think of)

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Thanks Captain America

chapter 5

Next chapter (Chapter 6)

WARNINGS: 18+ just incase ptsd kidnapping drug overdose , drugs kidnapping psychological issues that can trigger anyone a whole lot of angst and heartbreak character death

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Previous Chapter

Steve is upstairs working on a exfil plan for two shadows im Germany when he is called down the T.O.R.s (tactical observation rooms)

because a team clearing out a drug trafficking ring location, who have started to dabble in other Steves, found something he needs to needs to see - a phrase Steve rolled his eyes at. Steve throws down his pencil in a noise and huffy as he goes into the roof. Workers hand him an earned as he walks in.

But all he see is walls.

"This is what I'm called down for? Dirty walls?" He thinks, annoyed because there are two agents in trouble that need exfil yesterday and hes looking at walls for what? To decide what to repaint them?

In fact that's what thought. Exactly what he thought.

"He's here show us."

It takes Steve a second to figure out what they're showing him. Ok an iv connected to a body he doesn't-the face he recognizes the dirty grayed face. He swallow hard. Its been a year but It was her face, slightly skinner a malnourished faced barely clothed . Steve stopped paying attention to what they were saying but he heard "drug overdose"

"What?"

"Looks like a drug overdose sir. Probably a day or two ago. If it wasn't-"

"For the side mission I sent you on she'd be alive. If I didn't stop looking."

Steve shot up in bed covered in sweat. Panting he's had that nightmare ever since Hayden came to say you were missing. They only got worse after the restraining order when he knew he wouldn't be able to help her the way she helped him at night and he longed for nothing more than to just hold her.

Then there were others where they're too early by a day and you get put somewhere else until they're gone and he sees you as you see the quinn jett flying away above you. Cursing Steve, hating him because you think they aren't looking for you because you think Steve replaced you the one thought that Steve just has through is whole in is that he is afraid you thinknhe sees yiu like garbage, he's made you believeyou were gun bendable disposable always another peice on the side and that HE madeyou give up because his treatment. He knew it and it killed him Because he knew what you knew if he was looking for you then they would have found you. Other times Steve is walking down the street and passes a crime scene and he sees your face just before they zip up thr body bag, those the worst for him youbwere in the city the whole time. Right under his nose. A few block away and he still lost you forever. Hayden. Well Hayden could be temporary any lover or boyfriend or even husband could be divorxe was easy nowadays but death no one could come back from,, Steve only cheated it because of a technicality with ice. Bucky was cryo-perserved. But you wouldn't be. You'd-he stopped himself to look at the time the precious minutes wasting away. Barely 10 minutes have passed since the last time he looked. He couldn't have even gotten 10 minutes in but the nightmares keep coming you always you turing up somewhere or another his fault. But that's because it is. He knew it he couldn't lie about it to anyone no one could lie about it to him though no one was foolish enough to bring it up not after Steve had all but killed a High up Avenger Agent who said its been too long nd there were agents who needed his help now -she was a lost cause.

He was a lost cause too once but he had 70 years to wait you didnt have even a sliver of that.

Chapter 6

So Steve went back to the room that been a second home. No, not a second home, a room because nothing was home without you.

After a little while some.one had called for him to go down to a T.O.R. room he gulped heavily. This was how his nightmare started and he knew you wouldn't be waking him up.

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Meet Cute: It's a Beautiful Night...

feat. Hayden "Harvard Hottie"

Summary: You and your friend from college made a simple pact. Now it's time to fulfill it.

Warnings: swearing and mentions of alcohol

A/N: I thought up this scenario randomly this week and couldn't stop thinking about it and here we are. Thanks @eightcevanscentral for beta'ing

“I know what you’re doing and you need to stop,” a familiar voice cuts through the drunken fog settling over your mind. 

“Hmm?” Your voice sounds echoey, resonating in your skull as you hum in response. 

“You’re eating with your eyes,” your best friend laughs. “I know you have drunchies but we can always order more food. Just start with one meal and we’ll go from there.” 

You smile, grateful that she’s taking care of you; it was your dirty 30, your birthday weekend in Vegas. You’ve been planning for months and were both elated and sad that it was here–because it was ending soon. Everyone was supposed to get absolutely shitfaced but your best friend was generous enough to self-designate as the person who would wrangle everyone and make sure your group was safe. 

To be fair, she wasn’t alone. Your other friends drank considerably less than you did. They were all aware of their surroundings while you were ogling at the menu of a McDonald’s, thinking you could totally eat forty chicken nuggets, large fries, a soda, and a McFlurry. Probably an apple pie too. 

“I’m getting you the ten-piece nugget meal and a Sprite,” one of your other friends says. 

You give her a dopey nod and she ushers you between two other friends that guide you to an empty table. 

Tapping your fingers on the surface, you try to match the rhythm of the song playing on the speakers above you when another voice speaks next to you. A man’s voice. 

Sirens go off as your friends tell him to leave you alone, but you know that voice. 

Looking up, you squeal and jump into the man’s arms.

“Hayden!”

“Hey, you little firecracker.” 

“Oh my god, it’s been so long!”

You turn to your friends excitedly, explaining how the two of you were good friends in college. Stuck in the same dorm with a crowd of idiots, you did more than tolerate each other’s existence. 

Hayden delves into a story about a biology class you were both in and you remember a conversation between the two of you one late night while studying for midterms. 

“You dating anyone?” he had asked.

“Pfft, no,” you scoffed. “Boys are dumb.”

“But I’m smart, right?” He threw you a wink. 

Your mind buffers for a moment, heart fluttering at the flirtatious gesture but you quickly snub him. “Your intelligence is tolerable.”

“Hey,” he laughs, throwing an eraser at your head.

“Ow!” You responded before tackling him. In a flurry of giggles and struggles, you straddled him and pinned his wrists down. “I win,” you said, satisfaction coating your face.

He huffed. “Fine.” 

You crawled off of him, resuming your position seated on your mattress and leaning against your dorm wall.

“Don’t you think it’s like…weird?”

“What?” you chuckled.

“That we’re just a flesh suit filled with hormones and that’s how we figure out who we’re going to end up with for the rest of our lives.”

“Well, when you put it that way, yeah, it’s weird,” you began. “But you know there’s more to it.” 

There was more to that conversation than you can remember at the moment, but you vividly recall how it ended.

“I think I’ll be single for the rest of my life,” you resigned.

“Well, maybe not.” Hayden poked your leg to get your attention and you cocked an eyebrow at him. “What if…if we’re still single and thirty, we’ll get married?”

“Hayden, I just told you there’s more than hormones–”

“Yeah, yeah but you know,” he shrugged. “I tolerate you.”

You didn’t miss the teasing lilt in his voice. “And I tolerate you.” 

“Then it’s settled!” He offered his hand for you to shake. “Single and thirty, we get married, and you and I will tolerate each other for the rest of our lives.”

Your friend calls your name and you snap out of your reverie, looking at her.

“Huh?”

“You never told us about Hayden,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you. 

“Oh, well, after graduation we just fell out of the loop with each other. What are you doing here?”

“Bachelor party,” Hayden points with his thumb over his shoulder to three men gathering food at the counter.

They come over, settling on the table next to the one your friends picked. Hayden introduces you and you try your best to remember everyone’s names. 

Settling back into your seat, you wait for your food to arrive and Hayden offers you some french fries. You adjust the sash around your shoulder, wanting to save it for the next birthday celebration in your friend group.

“‘Dirty 30,’” Hayden points out.

You hum and nod, taking a sip of his drink as he offers it to you.

“You still single?” he asks quietly, but it catches everyone’s attention. 

Your face heats up and you smile bashfully, nodding. “You?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs and returns your smile. 

You could’ve guessed what he'd say next, but you’re surprised nonetheless. 

“Let’s get married, then.” 

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Just Another Trope || T.H

college!tom x reader

Chapter 3: The Amazon Chaser

Synopsis: You go to Tom’s team lunch.

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Hayden hands you tissue paper they had in their bag and helps press it to your nose. You hiss in pain, feeling a throbbing sensation along the entire bridge.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” Tom rushes over to you.

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You tell him in a nasally voice, not trying to bring more attention to yourself than you already have.

He replaces Hayden’s hand with his own, positioning his available one of your lower back. He attempts to guide you off the bench, but you start to feel lightheaded once you stand up. Before you know it, your knees betray you and you slump to the ground. Tom catches you, of course, and sits down in the grass with you.

“We’re just gonna keep applying pressure, okay?”

Your eyes focus beyond Tom’s concerned face, and they fixate on the people behind him. His coach jogs up to the scene, along with a few team members. This makes your heart jolt with panic as you quickly try to pull yourself from Tom’s grasp. “Um, I’m really okay. You should go practice.” You insist, not taking a liking to the audience you summoned.

“I don’t know, Y/n. It looks really bad.”

“I promise it looks worse than it feels. It barely even hurts.” You lie through your teeth.

“Yeah, Tommy. I didn’t even kick the ball that hard. You know how dramatic girly girls can be.” Jamie suddenly crouches down next to him.

Luckily, you’re in so much pain that you’re not able to make a face at her odd remark. You’ve never been one to go around making unfair assumptions about people, but you’re taking note of her lack of guilt. If anymore brain cells were knocked out of your head, you’d think she did this on purpose.

Tom clenches his jaw and tries to ignore her, keeping all of his focus on you. “It doesn’t hurt?” He asks.

“Not really.” You lie again.

He gives your nose a small squeeze, but to you it felt like he was trying to rip it off with a pair of dirty pliers. “OUCH!” You yelp.

“Sure sounds like it does.” He quips before changing tissues as quickly and gently as he can.

You let out a small groan as Tom continues to rub small circles on your back. Harrison is the next person to kneel down to your level, “Is there anything I could get you, Y/n?”

“Yeah. A new nose.” Jamie snickers, resulting in some of the team to laugh as well.

Fighting to hold back the tears is hard enough as it is. The quiet laughing at your expense definitely isn’t helping. Tom looks at you with apologetic eyes, although you try your best to avoid them.

“Knock it off.” Their coach speaks up with a stern tone.

You turn your attention back to Harrison. “M-Maybe just an ice pack please.” Your voice is timid, but by some miracle he’s able to hear you.

“And more tissues, if you can find some. She’s bleeding a lot, mate.” Tom interjects, once again changing tissue paper.

Harrison gives you both a short nod before running off to find what you need.

You look down at the pile of blood filled tissues on the ground, and there really is a lot of it. At this point, you can feel all of it trickling down your face and soaking into your top. Beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead when you realize everyone’s full attention is on you. You make quick, awkward eye contact with a random face every few seconds, and every single time their features are etched with either horror or concern. You look over to Tom for any sort of comfort, but the exact same look is plastered on his own face.

“Is it really that bad?” You whisper to him.

He hesitates for a moment, “It looks broken, darling.”

“I think she’s gonna need more than just ice, Holland. It’s not looking too pretty.” The coach says, taking a closer look at your face. “I’m gonna call off practice for today. I can give you both a ride to the hospital.”

“Thanks, coach.”

“No!”

You and Tom speak at the same time. He looks at you with his brows knitted, “What do you mean ‘no’?” He asks you bewildered.

If you’re being honest, you’re not too sure why you said no either. All you know is you feel humiliated enough! You could just vomit at the thought of being the girl who annoyed the entire soccer team. You want to salvage whatever dignity you have left, and something about canceling today’s entire practice because you can’t take a hit doesn’t settle your anxiety.

You answer honestly, “I really don’t want you guys to have to cancel practice because of me.”

“Y/n, I don’t care about practice right now. I’ve never seen this much blood come out of someone’s nose! Your brain is going to lose oxygen soon!” Tom becomes frantic.

“I don’t think that’s how that works, buddy.” You chuckle before wincing in pain.

He opens his mouth to speak, but Gen beats him to it. “How about we take you? Then no one has to cancel practice.”

The rest of the girls smile sympathetically and nod at you in silent agreement, not a sign of annoyance or hesitation in their faces. You’re tempted to give in and agree, but your brain just won’t let you. The ache in your nose isn’t comparable to the presumption that you are being a burden and the sinking feeling that comes along with it. Quickly, you come up with another excuse.

“N-No, I uh.. can’t afford a trip to the hospital.”

Tom sighs before switching tissue paper one last time. “Darling, we’re not offering anymore. You’re going to see a doctor. Okay?” His voice is tender, but the look in his eyes show worry and impatience.

Your hands begin tremble as he discreetly wipes a tear that slipped down your cheek. “Tom, please.” You whisper.

“I agree. This week’s practice is cancelled. I can take you, sweetheart, it’s no big deal.” His coach assures you.

“Coach, c’mon!”

“The playoffs are coming up. We need to practice.”

“Are you idiots serious?! Her nose is broken.”

“Make Jamie take her. This is her fault!”

The entire team plus the girls on the bench begin to argue. Voices overlapping voices, growing louder and louder. The group of people only got more chaotic. You’re almost positive they already forgot you’re the reason why they’re arguing. Eventually, their yelling turned into light shoving. The coach begins to obnoxiously blow his whistle over and over and over again, failing to get anyone’s attention with it.

Meanwhile, Tom finally helps you to your feet. “Hello?! Can someone please just drive us?” He raises his voice, but it’s no use.

There’s only one thing for you to do at this point. As if he read your mind, Tom’s grip on your waist tightens. “Don’t.” He warns, “We’re gonna get you to a doctor.”

The longer you wait, the harder it gets to breathe. You can only keep your mouth agape for so long. The taste of blood is starting to settle on your tongue. You take one more look at the damn near riot taking place, and you’re well aware that you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

You look back at Tom, “It’ll be okay… I hope.”

Without giving yourself time to chicken out or giving Tom time to interfere, you grab your slanted nose and yank it into its correct positioning. The cracking of your bone was loud, and your cry was louder. You double over and hiss in agony, as Tom’s soul leaps out of his body. The chaos around you finally goes quiet.

You give yourself a few seconds to recoup before straightening your back. All at once, the blood stops gushing out and air makes its way through your nostrils. The throbbing feeling is still there, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as bad.

You blink away the last few tears before smiling weakly, “We’re good now.”

Stunned is an understatement. Everyone stares at you like you’ve just walked on water. “Holy shit.” You hear Harrison’s voice.

You turn your head to see he has returned with an ice pack and a handful of tissues, the same shocked expression on his face. “That was pretty badass, Y/n.” He chuckles.

The rest of the team laughs along with Harrison, surprisingly impressed by your psychotic impulses. You’re just glad they’re laughing with you and not at you this time.

“Okay…well.” The coach mutters, “Let’s get back to work.” He blows his whistle and starts his walk back onto the field. Harrison hands over the ice pack and shoots you one more impressed smile. One by one, most of the team members shuffle up to you and give you a fist bump or a firm pat on the shoulder. Jamie didn’t bother trying to check on you, and it’s now safe to say you’re not surprised by that.

Tom is still stuck in place, staring at you in awe as the players cleared out. You chuckle and rub his shoulder, “Are you okay?” You giggle at him.

“Are YOU?” He counters. As if the sound of your voice was enough to melt away his frozen muscles, he steps closer to you and takes your face in his hands. “Why did you do that?! You could’ve damaged some nerves, ya know? Does it hurt? Can you breathe?”

“It only hurts a little bit now, Holland.” You chuckle as you mock the way no one here calls him by his first name.

He laughs along with you, “I don’t know what’s funny. That’s your future last name.”

“Mhm, I bet you say that to every girl.” You rolls your eyes jokingly.

Your face remains in Tom’s hands, neither of you realizing he’s softly rubbing his thumb against your cheek. He inspects your nose one last time, “Seriously though, do you feel like you’re alright?”

You give him a small smile and nod, “I should probably just ice it down.”

Tom helps guide you back over to the bench so you can reclaim your seat in between the girlfriends. Ignoring the teasing looks and snickers, Tom squeezes your shoulder one last time. “I have an extra shirt in my bag, if you want to change. You look like you just committed an axe murder.”

You gasp when you look down and realize he wasn’t exaggerating for once. Your once light colored top was now as dark red as it could be.

“Don’t worry! All it takes is some soap and warm water.” Nova giggles at your expression.

Willow links her arm with yours and stands up, “We can show you where the bathroom is.”

“Can we all agree that was pretty awesome?” Gen blurts.

Soon they all begin to talk over one another, chattering about the events that just took place. You laugh along with them as they lead you away to the restrooms. Meanwhile, Tom watches from afar with a pleased smile. Pleased because he knew you would made friends so easily, and also because he’s about to see you in his t-shirt. His heart flutters just thinking about it.

The practice finally ended after a long two hours. All of the players retreated to their dorms to shower and change in preparation for the team lunch. Tom let you chill in his room until he was ready to go. Harrison and Gen offered to give you both a ride to the restaurant, but Tom declined. The place wasn’t too far and it was quite nice outside, so you didn’t mind. Together, you make your way down a nearly empty sidewalk.

“Soo, how was it?” He finally asks you. “Ya know, besides breaking your nose and then unbreaking it like a mad man.”

You smile and shrug, “I don’t know. Good, I guess.”

“Just good?”

“I mean I think they like me.”

You’ve already thought about every conversation you had with them in the two short hours more than once. You thought maybe you didn’t talk enough. What if they thought you were talking too much? Maybe you should’ve held back on that one joke, it wasn’t even funny.

“You’re overthinking it.” Tom says, “I don’t know the others all too well, but I do know Gen. She’s over all the time for Harrison, and she’s a real sweet girl. I’m sure she loved you.”

You simply nod, unsure how to respond to that. You’re aware that you are just in your own head. You reflect on your time at the open practice once more before making yourself let it go. Lunch should be a lot easier to get through because Tom will actually be there. You trust he’ll make you feel comfortable.

“Should I have changed too?” You switch topics, “I don’t want to be underdressed.”

He smiles and checks you out with no shame, however, you miss it while you’re looking down at your ripped jeans and dirty vans. “You look perfect.” He insists.

“Especially in that cool shirt. I have to get myself one of those.”

The “cool shirt” he’s referring to is just a dark grey t-shirt with a red Spider-man symbol on it. You snort as you adjust the shirt on your frame.

“I thought I was supposed to be the nerdy one.”

“Spider-man is not nerdy!!” Tom quickly defends.

You burst into laughter as he continues to plead his case. Clearly, you’ve struck a nerve. You let out a loud “whew” before wiping a rouge tear from your eye. “I’m just kidding, you big baby. Superhero movies just aren’t my thing.”

“You obviously haven’t seen the right ones. I know what we’re doing after our next study session.” He declared.

The restaurant was now in your line of view and you braced yourself for all the commotion you were about to endure. You take a few more steps before Tom comes to a halt. He gingerly grabs your shoulders and turns you. You’re both face to face.

“If you start to feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, please let me know.” He says, “I know we’re trying to get you out of your comfort zone, but we don’t want to push too hard or too fast.”

You can’t help the shy smile that reaches your eyes. Never mind the nearly constant physical contact you make with Tom so often— you’ve never met someone who reassured you as much as he does. He has such a special way of making you feel less alone.

“I promise I’ll let you know.” You tell him.

“Good.” He mutters. Suddenly, he places his fingers beneath your chin and for a second it looks like he’s going in for a kiss. But then he turns your head from one side to another. “You’re already getting a black eye.” He frowns.

You shrug, “It’s nothing a little more ice can’t fix.”

Tom snickers and drops his hands, “You’re a lot tougher than half the twits on the team. That’s for damn sure.”

After a beat, he gives you another quick once over before giving his shirt, that currently resides on your torso, a small tug. “Let’s go.”

Like the gentleman he is, Tom opens up the door for you and the smell of food is barely able to seep through your nose. He places a careful hand on the small of your back and leads you to the crowded table.

“There he is, damn! Late as always.” One of the boys shouts at the sight of Tom’s arrival.

Gen’s lips turn up into a smile, “Y/n! I saved you a seat next to me.” She scoots and pats the spot next to her.

You glance over at Tom, who smiles at your reassuringly. The two of you sit down in the two empty chairs next to Gen and Harrison. You quietly greet her and the other familiar faces as Tom greets everyone in quite the opposite manner. There was about 16 of you there. Gen, Nova, Hayden, Willow and their respective partners. You and Tom. Jamie, of fucking course, and a few others you don’t know. It’s not the entire team, but you’re assuming you’ll be the only ones here for lunch.

An immediate conversation starts amongst everyone at the table. Unfortunately, it’s hard for you to follow. Most of the topics were about inside jokes, soccer, or relationship stuff— all things you know absolutely nothing about. You’re okay with that. You’re more of an observer anyway.

It’s not like you were completely pushed to the side. Every now and then, Tom would lean down and whisper a few words to you, whether it was to crack a dumb joke or to make sure you were feeling okay. Gen occasionally spoke to you about a show she was currently binging or asked for your opinion on which of her selfies were the most post worthy. Harrison hinted at a double date multiple times. You even got into a heated discussion about true crime cases with someone you didn’t know. Eventually, you learned that his name was Anthony and he’s Willow’s boyfriend.

It may seem like pointless small talk, but it’s actually a huge step for you. You can feel your guard slowly coming down.

A voice speaks suddenly cuts through everyone’s co conversation and directly to you and Tom. “So how long have you guys known each other?”

You don’t know his name but he has hair similar to Tom’s except it’s jet black. With his arm wrapped around Nova, you’re assuming he’s her boyfriend.

Tom takes the lead, “Um we’ve known of each other for a little while. We share some classes.”

The boy laughs, “Yeah but how long have you known each other? Not known of.”

Tom looks at you sheepishly and you feel confident enough to answer. You look down at your unoccupied wrist and pretend you’re reading the time on the watch you don’t have. “Hmm.” You hum. “We’ve known each other for about.. 2 days.”

Everyone breaks into laughter. You’re not sure if it’s because of your attempted joke or because of the answer, but you’re proud nonetheless.

“Okay that was funny, but seriously!” The boy chuckles.

“She’s not lying.” Tom says, “We’ve only really known each other for about 2 days.”

The boy’s eyes widen as well as a few other people. “Days?” He repeats. “You look like you’ve been married for 2 years.”

This is when you take a look at how close you are to Tom. Or maybe how close he is to you. You have one leg crossed over the other, your foot gently brushing against his calf. Meanwhile, his arm is draped across the back of your chair as his fingers subconsciously fiddle with your hair.

You both slowly scoot away from each other when you notice the proximity. Tom loudly clears his throat as the two of you playfully laugh it off. Nova smacks her boyfriend’s chest, “Mack, leave them alone!”

Mack stifles a laugh but sincerely apologizes, mostly to you.

The topic drifts off onto something new and you aren’t brought up again until a classes were mentioned.

“Williamson is going to be the death of me!” Harrison groans. A chorus of agreements rise around the table.

“The biology professor?” You ask him.

He nods, “Are you taking his class too?”

“Y/n actually already took Intro to Bio.” Tom puffs his chest and smiles contently as if he was the one to successfully complete the course.

Harrison perks up in his seat. “Oh! Well in that case, will you do my homework for me?”

“Mine too! I suck at biology.” Hayden suddenly chimes in.

“Not a chance.” You snort, causing them both to slouch in their seats. You direct your attention back to Tom, “How did you even know that?”

He shrugs, “It’s hard not to know things about the smartest girl in uni.” You blush at his compliment as he gives you a playful shove.

Hayden was just about to explain what they struggle with the most in that class until they were cut off by your new favorite perky little voice.

“Y/n, babe, do you get enough sleep? The dark circles are horrendous.” You almost forgot Jamie was even here. “I can totally give you some skincare advice.”

You glare at her and her fake smile, “They’re not dark circles, they’re bruises. Remember when you kicked a ball at my face and broke my nose a few hours ago?”

You didn’t realize that came out in a snarky tone, but the juvenile “oohs” made it more than evident. Jamie’s smile drops and you watch as her jaw clenches tight.

“And she handled that shit like a CHAMP!” Harrison bellows before the pot could stir any more.

The team whoops and hollers in your honor as Tom claps and dramatically bows to you. All you can do is laugh along because the heat rising to your cheeks was too much.

“Oh my god, it was so gross but so cool! You’re wild, Y/n.”

“Tommy boy definitely has a type.” Mack chuckles.

Tom furrows his brows, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The girls you like are scary and intimidating!” Harrison states, “B-But in a good way.”

Tom leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what you’re going on about.”

“Hm. Remember the biker chick?”

“Or that one guitarist.”

“Oh! What about the one that did roller derbies?!”

“Alright, alright! I get it.” Tom buries his face in his hands.

Harrison laughs so hard he has to hold on to his stomach. “And now you’re with the bone crusher over here.”

You’re getting a kick out of this newfound information about Tom. You don’t even realize that everyone is teasing him about liking you. Not that you would believe it anyway. You’re sure Tom could just breathe next to a girl and people would think they’re a thing. You remain unfazed, but you’re definitely going to poke fun at him for this later on.

Gen decides to join in, “He’s like those golden retriever dudes in the movies that fall in love with really intimidating girls, who are most likely out of their league. No offense.”

You can’t help but giggle and look over to Tom, “What is that? Trope number 3?”

“No offense taken, Genesis.” Tom slaps his hands on the table and stands to his feet. He takes a deep sigh, “Hello. My name is Tom, and I’m attracted to girlbosses.”

Everyone begins to cheer again at his goofy confession as you burst into a fit of laughter. Finally, the group finishes up their last bit of food before saying bye and parting ways. You and Tom walk in a comfortable silence, the breezy wind hitting you just right. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you unlock it to see you’ve been added to a group chat with Gen, Hayden, Willow, and Nova. You’re immediately spammed with random pictures and selfies that were taken throughout the day.

You smile to yourself. “What is it?” Tom asks.

Wordlessly, you tilt your phone to show him a selfie you took with two of the girls in the restroom. You had just finished cleaning yourself up when they snapped the picture. He smiles, seeing that you clearly had a good day.

“I told you they’d be crazy not to like you. You fit right in.”

You make a bold decision, and lean your head against his shoulder the best you could as you continue to walk. “Thank you for everything. I haven’t had fun like this in a long time.” You mutter.

Tom notices you made the movie first this time and decides not to push his luck. He keeps his hands shoved in his pockets, but still soaks in every second. “Well if you stick with me, there’s a lot more where that came from.”

You say nothing, letting this silence blanket the two of you again. The walk back to the the dorms was a bit slower than the walk to the restaurant despite taking the same route. However, you finally make it to your dorm building. Tom insisted on walking you all the way in. Before he could open the entrance door, it swings itself open. From behind the door stands none other than Harry Osborn.

His hair is tussled and cheeks are rosy pink. He adjusts his shirt before he fully registers who is in front of him.

“How’s it going, Holland?” He greets as they do their instinctive bro handshake.

“Hey man.” Tom greets back a little less enthusiastically.

Harry’s eyes lock with yours. Right as they do, the wind picks up and it sends a shudder through your entire body. “Cold?” He asks you.

Your lips part so you can answer but nothing comes out; your mouth goes completely dry. Recovering as quickly as you can, you only give a simple nod. Harry steps aside, allowing you and Tom to enter the building.

“Well I won’t hold you guys up.” Harry announces, “See you around, man.”

Tom doesn’t verbally say goodbye but he does nod curtly and offers a half assed wave. You take a step in the direction of your dorm, but stop once again when you hear his voice.

“Hey. It’s Y/n, right?”

You grin from ear to ear like a child on Christmas day. Pathetically you stutter, “Y-Yeah! I-It is.”

Harry smiles suavely, “Thought so. See ya later, Y/n. Bye Tom.” He subtly bites his lower lip before zipping out of the door.

You take a deep, shaky breath as you try your best not to let out a bloodcurdling scream. Whilst it’s not too comforting this time, Tom continues to walk alongside you in silence. You’re too busy internally freaking out to notice this brief shift.

He shakes it off and clears his throat, “So uh, the day isn’t really over yet. If you aren’t gonna be busy, maybe we can throw on a movie. O-Or we could study more. I’m down for that too.”

Study. The lightbulb in your brain electrifies itself to life. You definitely have something in mind that you would love to study.

You unlock the door to your room and enter, motioning for Tom to join you. “We can study.” You say.

“Yeah. Awesome! I left my textbook in my dorm, but we can share yours, if-”

“Tom.” You cut him off.

He looks at you curiously, “Yes?”

Stepping closer to him, you grab his hands in yours. You stare directly in his brown eyes.

“Teach me how to flirt.”

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