#yeah that’s real spacious of y’all

[apseudofan]

Ace: “Okay, we’ll take our space”

Also Ace: *basically sits on top of Nancy* *throws himself in front of her whenever she’s in danger* *reaches out whenever she’s scared*

[finalgirleddiemunson]

Home is Wherever I’m With You (Steve Harrington x Reader)

summary: a collection of scenes from moving in with Steve. (wc 2.6k)

warnings: kissing, cursing, domestic steve, found family, you know the vibes. let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: I’m thinking of making this a multi-part series, one where you could just read any part you wanted out of order, but that all fit in with this reader and Steve. let me know if that’s something y’all are into or not :)

masterlist

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In typical Steve fashion, the question of, “Do you want to move in together?” is simultaneously the easiest question in the world to answer and an earth-shattering declaration. 

“So I was thinking…” Steve starts. He’s laying across your bed, arms hugging one of your pillows close as he watches you put away laundry. Sort, fold, put away, repeat. 

“Dangerous,” You hum.

“Not nice,” he quips without hesitation, used to you.

You giggle then prompt, “You were thinking…?”

“Well your lease is running out here soon…” He’s got this lilt to his voice, the kind that he puts on when he’s trying to seem nonchalant. He’s never been very good at hiding his real feelings though, not to you. “And those apartments on the other side of town just opened up. You know I’ve been trying to get out of my parent’s place for, like, ever, so I’ve been saving up. And now I’m sitting here watching you fold laundry and all I can think about is how I want to fold laundry and make up a bed and pick out dishes with you. I don’t know, that sounds stupid out loud, I guess it was just a thought I had. You can think on it or tell me to shut up about it or-”

“Steve,” you interrupt, not unkindly. “Are you asking if I want to move in together?”

“Well-” He makes an odd gesture with his hands. Drops them back down to his lap and shrugs his shoulders while looking for the right thing to say. He settles on, “Yeah. Is that…something you would want?”

You can’t hide your smile from him as you crawl across your bed until your faces are level to each other. You kiss him, a bright and quick kiss that makes his eyes soften, losing some of the nervous tension in his shoulders. “Yeah. That’s something that I would want.”

His answering smile is bright enough to fill the room. 

—

The easiest part of the process is getting the apartment. 

A leasing agent shows you around a staged space. You and Steve hold hands through the whole tour, even while he does things like open cabinets and check the faucets because he wisely informed you, “That’s what you’re supposed to do when you tour a new place, babe.”

“How would you know?” You’d responded with a giggle, but shut up when the leasing agent appeared to talk to you about the spacious kitchen with new appliances. 

It’s not actually very spacious and you’re positive the appliances aren’t new, but Steve’s thumb runs across the back of your hand and you wouldn’t care if it was the worst apartment in the world, so long as he was the one you’re sharing it with. 

—

A few days later, you’re signing papers- the trailing cursive of your signature touching Steve’s as you sign a lease together. 

“Okay, and this page is about the no pet policy. So, I guess Dustin can’t come over-” Steve snickers when you hit him. Steve signs at the bottom of the sheet, long fingers flipping to the next one in the stack of papers you both have to go through. 

Despite how certain you feel in your decision, you can’t help the galloping beat of your heart.

“Hey,” Steve’s voice is quiet, a soothing balm on your anxiousness, “We don’t have to do this. You can back out now, no hurt feelings. It won’t change anything.” 

His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, just holding there. A reassuring weight that conveys how genuine he is, how patient he is with you while he waits for your response. 

Your fingers find the bottom of his polo, thumb dragging across the stitching so you don’t have to look in his eyes. See the wide, unconditionally caring expression in his eyes that is undoubtedly mirrored in your own. 

It won’t change anything- meaning he wouldn’t hold it against you. He would drop the whole thing now, even when you’re so close to this new future with the two of you. Your Steve, always looking out for you, whatever you need. 

But you don’t need reassurances on this. 

“You just want the closet to yourself, you can’t fool me.” You sign the final page and push the paper across to Steve. You dare a look up at his face. 

He’s smiling- just a small upturn that he’s trying to hide. He shrugs, “It is a nice closet.”

—

Then there’s the moments in between. In the time before your old lease runs out and your new one with Steve begins, you both start to accumulate little things that belong to the two of you. 

Date nights are now spent at thrift stores, lovingly picking out mismatched plates that somehow work together. They’re what you can afford, and they’re not perfect, but you love them all the same for the simple fact that they belong to the both of you. 

Despite it being only the two of you living in the new place, Steve insists on picking out seven extra plates. And when he finds a mug with the Ghostbusters logo on it, collecting dust pushed back on the thrift store shelf, he handles it with care as he puts it in your cart. You pretend you don’t know why, but file it away to tease him about later. 

A few days later, Steve shows up at your apartment door, hauling a box full of things that clink together when he sets it on your counter. 

“Cups! And they’ve got cool designs on them.” He looks so proud as he unwraps the tissue paper from around a glass to show you. True to his words, etched into the glass are pictures of fruits, wrapped around the middle.  

“Where did you get them?” You examine the designs as he pulls out a set of wine glasses to show you.

“Dustin’s mom was clearing out her cabinets to get new stuff, she asked if I wanted them.”

“Dustin’s mom is offering you glasses now?” You bump your hip against his.

“Yeah, well,” He looks slightly sheepish, “When I went to pick Dustin up the other day she came out and started telling me this big story about how she heard we’re moving in together and she remembered the days when she first moved out of her parents’ house and not having anything and handed me this box.” He gestures to the cardboard like it’s a treasure chest. You suppose, to the two of you, it might as well be. 

A different part of the story sticks out to you. “You told Dustin we’re moving in together?” You step in close, arms wrapping around his waist as you peer up at him. 

“I think a shorter list would be who I haven’t told we’re moving in together.” He reciprocates your hug, wrapping his arms around you tight, and he doesn’t have the decency to look embarrassed. 

You giggle, press a kiss to his jaw. “I’m really excited to live with you, Steve Harrington.”

“You’re okay too, I guess.”

You feel his smile when he kisses the top of your head. 

—

The most difficult part of the process is the actual move-in. 

While you count your lucky stars that there’s no rain in the forecast, the sun beating down on the two of you is draining you quickly.  The heat makes your shirt stick uncomfortably to your back, and your stop every so often to wipe perspiration from your brow. 

You’ve hauled more boxes into the space of your new apartment than you care to count, Steve and you passing each other as you both go back and forth from your car and his to collect more things. 

There’s a recliner that you acquired from your parent’s storage shoved into the back of your car, and you’re not sure if you can muster up the strength to get it into the apartment. 

“Steve, let’s just live out here,” you call, leaning miserably against the side of his car. 

He looks equally as tired as he deposits the box he was carrying on the ground in favor of leaning next to you. 

He considers your proposal for a moment. “There’s no walk-in closet out here,” he eventually sighs.

“The world is our walk-in closet.” Your head thunks against the metal of the car as you wither a little more. 

“Oh right, obviously.” He rubs your shoulders soothingly, fingers scratching against the material of your shirt.

The jingle of a bike bell and the crescendoing sound of arguing voices catches your attention, spine straightening as you look towards the road leading to your apartment complex. 

“What the hell?” Steve sounds properly mystified as he spies the source of the noise. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your favorite rag-tag group of high-schoolers coasting down the hill and screeching into the parking lot, pulling their bikes into a space a few spots down from you and Steve.

“I told you taking Ellington Road would have been faster,” Lucas grumbles as he kicks the stand on his bike. Max kicks her skateboard up so she can grab it, appearing to have been riding along on her board while Lucas pulled her with a rope tied to the back of his bike. 

“Well we’re here now aren’t we?” Dustin throws his arms up.

“Yeah, but if we took Ellington we could have been here five minutes ago,” Mike points out, not bothering with the kickstand as he lets his bike fall. 

“Oh my god, shut up about Ellington or not Ellington,” Max sighs as she ties her hair back. 

“Henderson!” Steve calls, arms up in exasperation. For a moment, he and Dustin are mirroring each other, and you chuckle at the picture. All of their heads snap towards you, as though just now noticing you and Steve. “Guys, I told you I can’t give any rides today, we’ve got a lot of moving to do.” Steve’s hands go to his hips as he jerks his head to the boxes spilling out of the back of his car. 

“That’s why we’re here!” Dustin’s grin takes over his face. Mike looks a special kind of miserable as he squints from the sun, dark hair even messier than usual from riding his bike. 

Steve’s brow furrows, confusion across his face. Lucas elaborates, “Yeah, we’re here to help you move stuff.”

“And to see the new place. They’re already planning on how to get you and Steve to let them crash here whenever they want.” Max smarts as she struts over. She reaches to the Walkman on her hip and she pops out the tape in it, passing it to you. “I liked it,” she says simply, giving you the tape you had let her borrow a few weeks ago. From Max, those three words are a glowing, five-star review and you preen just a bit. 

“We are not scouting a new hang out spot. We’ve got Mike’s house for that.” Dustin good-naturedly slaps Mike’s shoulder. Mike rolls his eyes and hits him back. 

“I don’t know, you could probably fit at least six sleeping bags in the living room. Maybe more.” You say casually.

Dustin stops. “Are you shitting me?”

You shake your head, trying to disguise your smile, “I’m not shitting you.”

“Well before we do sleeping bag configuration, we have to get all this inside.” Steve cocks a hip, pointing a finger at the group. You’re gaining a much clearer understanding of why he begrudgingly calls himself their babysitter. “So if you shitheads aren’t kidding, grab a box.”

“Aye, aye,” Dustin gives a little salute that Lucas joins in on. The group disperses, Lucas and Max grabbing totes from Steve’s car while Dustin and Mike attempt to brave the recliner in yours. 

“Jesus, guys, you’re going to break your backs that way- hold on,” Steve rushes over to Dustin and Mike, already swooping in to help them when they struggle lifting the chair. 

Watching them bicker playfully with each other about the best way to get the furniture into the apartment has your chest filling with an aching fondness. 

But you have no time to linger in the feeling as Lucas calls out over his shoulder, “Should we take these straight to the kitchen?” and then you’re hurrying inside to show him where to drop the boxes. 

—

With the help of your impromptu moving crew, the rest of your and Steve’s things take no time at all. But all of the lifting and moving is still exhausting, which is how all of you end up sprawled across the floor of the living room. You try to cool off in the air circulating from the ceiling fan. 

“Yeah, I bet we could totally fit more than six sleeping bags in here,” Dustin muses. 

Mike shakes his head. “You’re not accounting for when they get a couch. That could be, like, two sleeping bag spaces gone.”

“Yeah, but then two people could sleep on the couch, you know? No real estate lost,” Lucas points out. The others consider this, eyes focused up on the ceiling, before nodding in agreement. 

“Are you guys paying rent now too?” Steve groans, throwing his forearm over his eyes. You roll over a little so he’s within arms length and pat his chest placatingly. 

“I’m starving, what do you guys have to eat here?” Dustin lazily pushes on your ankle, the only part of you he can reach from where he’s laying. 

You take in the boxes scattered around you and laugh loudly, “Absolutely nothing.” Steve giggles with you. 

—

You end up finding two boxes of mac and cheese and a half-eaten bag of candy, squashed in the bottom of a box labeled Kitchen in Steve’s handwriting. 

“Only the essentials, right?” You tease, shaking the bag of candy.

“That’s our saving grace right now, I don’t want to hear any backtalk about it.” Steve snaps a dish towel at you as he pulls it from a box and you laugh in delight. 

You rummage until you find a pot to cook in, and Steve digs around for bowls and silverware.

Eventually you present your findings to your little house of workers and they let out cheers not befitting of the actual meal you’re giving them.

“A feast for kings,” Dustin praises as he takes a bowl from you. You ruffle his hair in response. 

Your scattered belongings get pushed to the edges of the room to make space for everyone. You sit together, making a circle on the floor, and eat your first dinner- scavenged as it may be- in a place that belongs to you and Steve. 

You’re listening to the kids argue over something they won’t remember ten minutes from now. You soak up the sounds of having your little family all gathered here, the crinkling of candy wrappers and the quiet scrapes of forks against bowls and the ebbs and flows of their conversation. The apartment is earning the name home. 

From where you both sit cross-legged on the floor, Steve bumps his knee against yours. “First meal in our home,” he says, pushing a spoonful of mac and cheese around in his bowl. He grins like it’s a secret. Our home rattles around in your chest, then grows roots and decides to plant itself there.

You kiss his cheek chastely and clink your bowl against his. “Not too shabby for some broke kids.”

“Not too shabby at all,” he agrees. His free hand guides your chin up so he can kiss you properly, a slow drag of his mouth against yours. It’s a lazy, soft thing that promises a million more to come so long as he gets to keep kissing you for right now.

He tastes like home. 

[greenorangevioletgrass]

God, I know nothing about music references and all of that but Classified gotta be one of the best things I’ve read recently, dear god that was just too good and I am SO FREAKING GLAD to see you are doing more for them 💜

So I will put myself out here fully believing lots of other people have already asked for this prompt but Elton John - Take Me To The Pilot sounds amazing! Thank you and you are amazing ✨🥰

Ahhh thank you so much! I’m glad that y’all are down for more so im not alone in this hyperfixation echo chamber 🤣 and don’t worry about it! I love this song and i was hoping someone would send it in! This is actually a cut scene from Classified pt. 2. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: gratuitous piano bar scene, mentions of sex, tensions galore, fanboy is perceptive and oblivious at the same time lol

That night, the production is holding a get-together at the Hard Deck —a last hurrah for the crew and the local naval support before the shoot moves to Whidbey Island. And as you walk through the threshold, you hear a bluesy piano being played among the chatters and the clinks of beer bottles and clacks of a game of pool.

You don’t recognize the song —it might just be any random riff—, but you would recognize the Hawaiian shirt on his back, the way his muscles ripple underneath the fabric. The way his fingers dance on the black and white keys. And as you finally see his profile, the sunglasses perched dangerously, comically low on his nose.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You come up and rest your arm on the top of the upright piano.

Rooster smiles before he even looks up at you —and no, it doesn’t give you butterflies. “I could say the same about you.”

“Nah, I think you’re just on my general territory, Roo-Roo.”

He frowns dubiously for two reasons; first, the nickname, and second, your outrageous claim to his corner. His bar. His station. “Since when is—“

“I meant the piano,” you clarify. Then, eyeing the long bench he’s occupying, “May I?”

“Be my guest.” He scoots over. The bench isn’t as spacious as it looks, and your leg is pressed flush against his as you give the piano a go. Feeling the ivories resist and give way under your fingertips. “So what are we playing?”

The ‘we’ is not lost on you, and you could ignore it… or own it. Everyone seems to be in their own little world, and you’re feeling bold somehow. Maybe it’s because everyone is finally off-the-clock… or maybe, just maybe, it’s the place. The man. The nostalgia. It makes you bold.

“How do we feel…” you play some random chords thoughtfully, “...about Elton John?”

“Love him.”

“Mm. I think I got the perfect song.”

“Oh?”

You play a bright, soulful intro as an answer. Rooster chuckles, recognizing the song right away, murmuring about a corny choice. But you sing anyway with your whole chest,

“If you feel that is real, I’m on trial. And I’m here, yeah, in your prison!”

Some of the crowd whoop and cheer, raising their bottles in your direction.

You reach over to play the lower notes, but your fingers brush against him. He’s already there, continuing the song and joining you, his voice warm with a slight silvery rasp that makes him oh so endearing. “Through a glass eye, your throne is the one danger zone. Take me to the pilot for control,” he sings. “Everybody!”

“Take me to the pilot of your soul!” nearly the entire bar sings back to you.

Take me to the pilot / Lead me through the chamber / Take me to the pilot / I am but a stranger

You try not to think about the inevitability of this ridiculous man taking you home and murmuring something about making you sing some more, as he grabs a handful of your ass under your dress. You’d laugh and roll your eyes, but you’d let him anyway. You’d gladly sing to high heavens for him.

But that comes later. Right now, you’re surrounded by cast and crew and naval support singing along around the piano, and even from different corners of the bar. And if he gently nudges you with his arm, you pretend it’s to cue the big finish.

The bar erupts in cheers and whoops as the two of you riff up and down the piano. And amidst the crowd, Fanboy casually remarks,

“You guys are pretty much drift compatible, you know that? It’s adorable.”

You simply shrug, deciding that the best course is to play dumb. Rooster seems to agree, lifting his hand up. You high-five him without looking.

Fanboy laughs and walks off with a shake of his head. Neither of you address what just happened; you just simply intertwine your legs together, drift compatible.

[akaashigiri]

Sleepy Jaegers

summary: eren and y/n are at a gathering at armin’s place, and their 2 year old is exhausted. eren is equally as exhausted.

pairing: dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 1.69k

warnings: none, fluffff

a/n: sigh my baby fever possessed me to write this 💔 might make armin a father as well if people end up liking this one (i will anyway) 😋

These gatherings were almost like a ritual to the group.

There wasn’t ever a specific place they met, they would always gather in different places, wether it’d be the beach, a park, or at one of their homes. It didn’t matter where it took place, just as long as everyone was there. Everyone was obligated to come.

So of course that includes the littlest Jaeger.

It was mid September, and although the weather wasn’t bad at all, some didn’t really feel like going out to public places like the local park, so the group decided on Armin’s new place, since Sasha and Annie still have yet to see it (their homes are farther from the rest)

They were all gathered in the spacious living room; Jean and Sasha on the long couch, while Mikasa and Armin sat on the smaller one. Historia and Ymir shared the beige-colored chair in the corner of the room, while Annie sat on one of the kitchen stools as she watched Y/N and Connie do the dishes (Armin insisted, but the two almost threatened him if he were to touch a dish).

As soon as Eren walked in, he all but restricted anyone from sitting on the big beige reclining sofa, claiming that he deserved it for helping Armin pick it out. Eren was grateful for going to Ikea that day with Armin to pick out the sofa he was now slouched on, recliner out and all. It was now his favorite spot in the whole house (besides the kitchen, since he loved playing around with the smart refrigerator).

As Y/N passed another dish for Connie to rinse and dry, she suddenly felt a tug on her pants, looking down to meet the tired eyes of her daughter.

She was quick to rinse and dry her hands to pick her up, giving all of her attention to the little girl. “Aw, what’s wrong Mimi? Everything alright?” She asked, already noticing the fatigue on her face.

She only snuggled into her mother’s neck, giving her the simple response of, “Tired.” Her vocabulary was fairly short, due to the fact that she was only 2 and learned her words from the ones around her (Eren got in big trouble the day Y/N heard the word ‘shit’ come out of her daughter’s mouth).

Y/N wasn’t surprised she got tired easily today, since Jean gave her more candy then Y/N would usually allow. And with the way her, Ymir, and Mikasa were running around in the yard earlier today, Y/N already saw this coming.

“You’re tired?” she asked again, earning a nod from the crook of her neck. “Okay, mommy’s almost done. Go sit next to daddy until I finish, okay?” She tells her, moving her head back to face her daughter again. Myra nodded, allowing her mother to put her down.

Walking tiredly, Myra slowly moved through the kitchen and made her way to the living room, spotting her father laidback in the corner of the room, limbs sprawled out on the sofa.

Eren wasn’t sure if it was the father instincts, but he was the first to notice her presence in the room, stopping the ghost story Jean swears is real to bring his full attention to his daughter.

“Mimi’s come to save us, everyone!” Eren exclaims, throwing jazz hands up as everyone joined and cheered her on for simply walking in. Jean didn’t like what Eren was implying, but clapped nonetheless.

“You’re not funny. Aren’t dads supposed to tell good jokes?” He questioned, attempting to steal a fry from Sasha’s plate, but failing miserably as she only swats his hand away.

“No Jean, I think it’s the other way around, they’re supposed to be corny.” Armin butts in, watching with a smile as Myra finally starts walking towards her father.

Eren could already see the fatigue on her face, holding his arms out for her once she got a little closer. “What’s up Mimi, you tired?” Eren questioned, laughing as she instead of answering, simply lifted her arms up for him to take her.

She responds with a nod, her hair falling over her face as she was lifted onto his lap. As soon as she was situated, she wasted no time in making herself comfortable, wiggling out of her dad’s grasp and laying her stomach down on his, her head right above where his heart was.

“Nevermind.” he sighs, making the whole room burst out into laughter. This only made Myra whine, the loudness distrupting her attempt at sleeping. “Sorry Myra!” Sasha whispered, finally giving a fry to Jean afterwards.

“I wonder what got her so tired.” Annie questions, making Jean sink into the couch out of guilt as Eren sends him an irritated glance.

“Jean went and gave her a sugar rush before we got here. It was absolute hell.” Eren’s eyes furrow in frustration as he remembers earlier today and how hard it was for him to catch a nap without his energetic 2 year old jumping all over him. All while Jean was happily eating lunch with his wife.

“Okay, but I didn’t know she wasn’t supposed to have that much candy! Kids eat candy like crazy, right?” He attempts to defend himself, looking around the room for support, only to be met with silence.

“Yeah, thing is she’s not a kid! She’s a toddler! Dumbass.” he mumbles the last part, hoping that Y/N somehow wouldn’t hear. But she always found a way how.

“Can someone please slap Eren for me?” She yells from the kitchen. “Stop cursing in front of Myra!”

Eren has no time to defend himself as volunteers step up to do what their friend asked, but Mikasa was the quickest, and Eren was even quicker. He swiftly grabs Myra’s frog blanket from the bag sat beside him and hids his face in it, saving it from the harsh blow of Mikasa’s hand.

“You’re lucky I didn’t miss completely, I just don’t wanna wake Myra.” she confesses, walking back to her seat.

“God, I cant believe we almost named her after you.” Eren groaned, blanket still clutched in hand.

“Mimi’s close enough for me.” She smiles, noticing the way Myra starts to squirm a bit. “Throw the blanket over her, I think she’s cold.” She suggests, bringing Eren’s attention back to the little girl on his chest.

Eren is quick to unravel the rather big blanket from his grasp and take it in both hands to bring it in the air, watching it fall perfectly onto her small figure. The blanket basically covered his whole torso, the end tickling his neck a bit.

“Thanks again for the blanket, Historia. She loves it so much, a little too much.” he says, feeling his daughter move under the blanket so that her little arms were wrapped around his torso as far as she could go. “She won’t use the one I got her anymore.” he says with a slight frown.

The group laughs again, but quietly this time, not wanting the little girl to possibly wake up in a fit.

“I wouldn’t blame her, to be honest.” Jean shrugs, giving Eren a knowing glance, as well as a sly smirk. He knows how mad Y/N would get if he were to disobey her, especially a few minutes after she scolded him. Since Y/N was only a few feet away, Eren aggresively sticks his middle finger up to the man. It’s not like Myra could see through the blanket anyway.

“Are you gonna finish your ghost story, Jean?” Annie asked, although she didn’t believe a word. She just wants to see him make a fool out of himself.

Jeans eyes light up, snapping his fingers together as he sits upstraight again, ready to go into full detail once again. “Right! Okay, okay, so right when I went to shave my beard...”

Eren let’s Jean’s apparent ghost encounter story fade in the background, focusing on the shallow breaths coming from his daughter. He felt himself getting a little drowsy himself, as if her sleepiness was seeping into him.

He doesn’t waste time lifting the blanket a bit to wrap a protective arm around her small figure under it, adjusting his posture on the sofa and crossing his ankles over one another. His let his neck sink into the back of the couch, letting his head go as well so he facing the ceiling. With the warmth of the blanket and the little girl under it, he couldn’t help but close his drowsy eyes as well, finally giving in.

A few minutes pass and Jean is done telling his story, but of course, no one believes him. All except Historia. “Thank you, Historia! See I’m telling the truth. Morons.” Jean rolls his eyes at the way Armin and Sasha curl up as they laughed, Mikasa and Annie trying their best to hold in theirs.

Jean soon notices the person who would’ve regurlarly had the most to say was being awfully quiet. Getting ready to scold him for not listening, Jean is met with a site he has to admit, is the cutest thing he’s seen all year.

Eren was deep in slumber, soft snores coming from him and the little girl that rested as peacefully as he did on top of him. The print of his arm around her could be seen through the green blanket, as well as both of their steady breaths. They looked so comfortable, it would be a pain for them to get up soon, which they would have to eventually.

“Awww, they’re adorable!!” Historia exclaims from the other side of the room, which seemed to catch Y/N’s attention all the way from the kitchen.

“What’s happening? Is something cute happening? Someone take pictures!” She exclaimed, wanting to abandon the plates and take them herself, but thinks that would be rather rude to leave poor connie alone.

“On it!” Sasha and Jean say in unison. Both are quick to pull out their phones, Jean getting the more unappealing angles, while Sasha actually put some effort into it and snapped a few photos.

These were being sent to every single person on her contact list.

this was written at like 2 am sorry if there are typos i swear i reread 💔

also i’m currently working on a mob fic idk if ppl still like those but i most definitely do so watch out for that one :p

hope y’all liked this one lol

-aysha <3

[dreaming-of-assclass]

AssClass Bedroom Headcanons: Part 2

Part 1 Here

Kataoka

Definitely has the neatest room.

Her room is very light-colored with a lot of white furniture because she loves how classy it looks.

Her floor has to be clear or else she’ll lose her mind.

Has pastel feminine bedspread and decor because she likes the frills and girly vibe.

Has lots of posters of her favorite swimmers and women she looks up to.

Even her books and school supplies on her desk are so organized.

Enjoys stepping onto her soft, warm fluffy rug in the mornings.

Okajima

Has a comfy bed but honestly, this boy lives on the mini couch seating instead.

Like 99% of the time, he’s crouching there doing homework or camera stuff. Or also flipping through magazines.

Has a big window with nice curtains so he can control the lighting for picture-taking purposes.

He has the most boring ass covers lmao, it’s like a thin sheet that he sleeps under. His female friends roast him all the time for it.

Has a couple bookshelves filled with textbooks and photography equipment!

There’s a couple of plants but they were gifts from Sugaya.

Overall the vibes are nice and cozy. Slightly hermit vibes but it’s all good.

Kayano

I’m sorry but this room is so gorgeous to me, I just had to give it to her.

So like she lives in an apartment as a 3-E student and she definitely would be able to afford a rlly nice one, with her money from acting.

The room has really lovely boho vibes, but it’s also rlly modern at the same time??

Has a very large window with a stunning view that she looks at often, in thought.

Keeps a couple books at her bedside, along with painkillers and manuscripts.

Tbh it’s somewhat neat because she can’t stand messiness. But it gets messy often because she has other things to focus on and she’s sad.

There’s a bunch of pudding wrappers all around on the floor.

Hayami

Her room is a little basic by these standards tbh, but it’s super comfortable.

It’s fairly spacious since she practices dancing in there sometimes.

Has a lot of windows because she likes natural sunlight. And at night, she keeps them open slightly to enjoy the sounds of the night, like crickets, cars passing by, etc

Owns so many adorable cat plushies that she keeps in her bed.

I’d say her room is pretty neat, but during her time in 3-E, I can see Hayami throwing things around more often. Like she has other things to think about.

Her furniture is all so aesthetic looking and pretty. Like the vibes are very pretty in the room overall.

Sugino

I’m so sorry y’all, but I feel like his bedroom would be plain af 😭

Like it’s Sugino lmao. I can’t see him really thinking about “aesthetic” or “decor” lol. BUT don’t fret, it’s still very charming in its own way!

It would be pretty small since in canon, his family lives in a certain type of public housing/apartments.

His bed frame would be the kind that’s very low to the ground. Which is nice so he can just flop onto there when he’s dead tired.

Has very thick black-out curtains to block any sunlight since the boy wants all the rest he can get.

Has a single desk for his PC and as a place to do schoolwork. Also where he can play some video games lol.

Would have a couple stuffed animals on his bed UwU.

Yoshida

I’m getting very suave vibes for his bedroom tbh. Like out of all the guys, he’s the best at decorating.

Given that his family isn’t very big, I wanna say he’d have a decently-spaced room.

There’s super cool lighting in the room with the lights he hung up, and his lamp. Like the ambience is just 👌

Has pictures of his family and friends framed and sitting on his dresser. It’s so sweet.

Also has a stuffed teddy bear that he got when he was kids and playing with Hara.

Tbh he’s barely in his room. He’s usually either with the class, squad, or working on his motorcycles.

Has many books on physics, mechanics engineering, etc in a single bookshelf in his room.

Kimura

Idk, my first thought was that he’d have a small-ish room that’s packed with lots of stuff.

I feel like Kimura is the type of gremlin who would lowkey hoard things lmao. Like it would sit in his drawer for 4 years before he decides what to do.

But yeah. I can see him with small shelves filled with various different things. One of them has some indoor workout equipment.

He has a desk that’s constantly cluttered, no matter how often he clears it. It also has his computer.

The only reason his room is ever clean is because his mother has cleaned it. As soon as the 3-E girls find this out, they absolutely give him a lesson on tidiness.

Has some stuffed animals that he bought to try impress Kurahashi but he ended up loving them for real lmao.

Ritsu

Ok so of course, Ritsu has probably made her own lil world and home digitally. But that means she’d also decorate/create her own bedroom!

I’m a big advocate for a Ritsu who always changes aesthetic but I think her bedroom is pretty easy to figure out.

First of all, it would be hella random lmao. Like the absolute weirdest items and decorations are just all around, on the floor, wall, etc lmaoooo.

THE BED HAS TO BE EXTREMELY COMFY WITH A CUTE SPREAD. This will be her main residing area when she binges K-Dramas and other shows she loves.

Also there’s a giant TV in the room lmao.

All of her books, games, and forms of entertainment are probably lying on the floor lolol.

Yeah it’s pretty messy. One of her classmates or teachers has to remind her to clean up.

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

you’re always right (ransom drysdale x reader)

main masterlist

summary: Y/N’s a self-made woman and Ransom somehow convinces her to play his girlfriend for one night.  

word count: 3061

warnings: mentions of alcohol, misogynistic comments, swearing (duh it’s ransom), ransom being kinda OOC n this not being proofread (oh god)

prompts:  11. "We're not done yet." &  5. Pretending to date.

A/N: Yes this is my first time writing about ransom, but what better way to do it than through @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817​‘s August writing challenge (advanced happy birthday y’alls)

        “Oh, come on, y/n! You owe me after that time I pretended to be your boyfriend at that nightclub,” Ransom huffed, pulling an eye roll from the h/c-haired girl.

       “That was different! I didn’t introduce you to my family, I made you help me get rid of a chatty creep,” y/n pointed out, also earning an eye roll from Ransom.

       “Yeah, but you owe me! I didn’t get laid that night because every other girl in the club knew I was your boyfriend,” Ransom pleaded. He really wanted y/n to be there to help him smite the rest of his family.

       “What are you trying to prove to your whack-job of a family, huh? And why do I have to pretend to be your girlfriend; I’m sure introducing a friend to them would come as a shock to them anyways,” y/n chuckled, earning a scoff from Ransom.

       “Because they think I have commitment issues. If I tell them I’ve had a steady girlfriend for a whole damn year, and that you’re not just some sort of bimbo, they’ll lose their shit!” Ransom exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he imagined the faces of shock that would be painted on his family’s face.

       “If I do this, I get to borrow that sweater you love so much any time I want to,” Y/N smirked proudly. Ransom’s eyed narrowed, barely recalling the last time Y/N got her hands on his beloved sweater.

       “Why do you need my sweater? You’ve got the money to get yourself your own sweater for fuck’s sake!” Ransom huffed in annoyance.

       “Because I know for a damn fact that you’ve had that sweater since we were in college together. It’s worn out and it’s cozy so I want it,” y/n pointed out, pulling a groan from Ransom. For years, y/n’s been his only friend as he was hers. He knew that if she wanted something, she was getting it one way or another.

        “Fine. I’m picking you up at 7 on Friday. If you aren’t dressed by then, I’m ditching you,” Ransom scoffed, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

       “We both know you can’t just ditch me, Drysdale. We both know you intend to fuck with your family by having me show up with you,” y/n chuckled, downing a shot.

        “I hate that you’re always so fucking right, l/n. Jesus, you know me better than my shit-eating family does,” Random chuckled. y/n and Ransom had that dynamic between them ever since they met at that frat party in college. They were both intelligent in their own right, but whenever they were around each other, that intelligence went to shit while they drank together in whatever run-down bar they could find.

       “Shouldn’t we come up with a backstory real quick before we get piss drunk?” y/n suggested, stirring the clear liquid in her glass.

       “We could stick to the ‘we met in college’ bit, but we should cut out the part where we stayed friends. There is no way in hell they’re finding out about half the shit we’ve been through. We met again last year, in a bar like this, and it was love at first sight then—” Ransom went on, only to be cut off by y/n.

       “They won’t believe that shit, Drysdale. Who the fuck would think you’d believe in ‘love at first sight’? Tell them you saw me, didn’t recognize me, you wanted to bang me, but then I invited you out for food then you took me to your place, but since we were piss drunk, we didn’t fuck. It was then you realized you knew me and that I was the CEO of L/N Motors and you tried using the fact that we slept together to get a job for once,” y/n winked, downing down another shot of tequila.

       “How’d we start the dating part?” Ransom’s brows furrowed in confusion, a small nod of acceptance to her previous input pulling along.

       “That part is up to you, Drysdale,” y/n shrugged.

       “Well, I started working for your company after you gave me a job remembering how much of a smart asshole I was in college and decided I’d be a good assistant to help with your schedule. I ended up inviting you out for dinner and we talked and we hit it off,” Ransom finished the story, smirking proudly.

       “I like how in this lovely made up story of ours, you got a job,” y/n giggled, clinking her glass against Ransom’s bottle before downing down her fourth—well, she wasn’t so sure of that—shot of the night.

       Four days after that night in the bar, y/n found herself in her bedroom scrambling to find the perfect dress to show the Thrombey-Drysdale clan that she was one hell of a woman. After years of Ransom’s complaining about his family, it was embedded in y/n’s mind how much he hated his family. She hated her own the same way, after all.

       As she struggled to clasp her necklace around her neck, a knock came at the door. She groaned, pulling small chain off her neck and bolting to the door. She swung the door open to reveal Ransom Drysdale, an annoyed expression on his face as usual.

       “You ready?” Ransom raised a brow, taking in y/n’s appearance.

       “Wait let me get my purse,” y/n rushed around her spacious apartment in search of her purse.

       “You mean this one?” Ransom questioned, an annoyed expression painted on his face as he pulled y/n’s beige purse off her coat rack. y/n nodded, snatching her purse away and stashing her necklace in it.

       She nodded to Ransom, a motion they both knew meant they were ready to go, and she twisted her keys through the door, locking it. In a comfortable silence, they took the elevator down to the parking basement and getting into Ransom’s beloved beamer and riding off in silence.

       “God, how the fuck does your car not have a light?” Y/N cursed, reaching on the roof of the car in search for a light.

       “I don’t kno—oh wait, it’s because I don’t fucking need one,” Ransom smiled, satisfied with his own answer. Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed; this was going to be a long night.

       The car came to a halt and y/n pushed the car door open, and getting off, her boots sinking into the mud. Ransom wordlessly led y/n to the front porch and knocked on the tall wooden door, his brows furrowing as he watched her struggle to clasp her necklace.

       “Jesus, it can’t be that hard,” Ransom scoffed, taking the clasps of the necklace in his own hands and locking them together.

       “Ransom, I see you brought a friend,” a woman commented as the door swung open. Ransom released the chain, letting it hang off y/n’s neck, and nodded quietly before speaking.

       “I did tell you I was bringing someone this time, didn’t I?” Ransom rolled his eyes in annoyance as he moved past Linda and walked y/n into the house.

       “Well, aren’t you even going to introduce us?” Linda raised a brow, her gaze moving from Ransom to y/n.

       “This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Ransom casually shrugged, earning a loud fit of laughter from Walt. Ransom turned to him with a harsh glare, warning Walt to watch his next words. Ignoring Ransom’s glare, Walt spoke.

       “Oh great, another fling,” Walt rolled his eyes.

       “Well, I wasn’t aware flings often lasted a year,” y/n feigned shock before facing her boyfriend, “Do flings usually last this long?”

       “I don’t think so, no,” Ransom smirked, watching the expressions of shock forming on his family’s face.

       “Bullshit. Ransom can’t keep a girl for shit,” Jacob scoffed at the sight of Ransom’s hand wrapped around y/n’s, “You must be pretty stupid to have stuck around this long.”

       “I like to think of myself as an intelligent woman. I mean seriously; millionaire at twenty-five, the cover of Forbes at twenty-eight, and skyscrapers with my name engraved onto them,” y/n smirked to herself, listing all her favorite accolades.

       “y/n? y/n l/n the CEO of l/n motors? I wrote a research paper about you one time in class!” Meg exclaimed, staring at y/n in awe.

       “If she’s so great, why’s she with Ransom of all people?” Jacob rolled his eyes at Meg’s excitement.

       “Why not?” y/n shrugged, leaning against Ransom’s shoulder. This was a show they were both putting on and they were selling it.

       “Well, I don’t know if you noticed or anything but Ransom is a trust fund brat,” Walt spat, almost chuckling at the sight of y/n’s “cluelessness”.

       “Yes, and? Walt, buddy, please don’t question my decisions,” y/n chuckled before a stern image found its way to her face.

       “You run l/n motors, right? When did your dad decide to step down as CEO?” Richard questioned, a condescending look on his face.

       “I built the company from the ground up, Mr. Drysdale,” y/n chuckled, shaking her head. Damn, Ransom was right. His family was already getting onto her nerves.

       “That’s impossible. Women don’t work with cars, kid. Come on, did your dad build the company up from the ground and hand everything to you?” Richard raised a brow, as if to pull an answer from y/n.

       “My dad was a mechanic. I went to college with Ransom, then I went to business school to work on my career,” y/n admitted, her grip tightening on Ransom’s hand. He stroked his thumb over her fist; one of the ways he knew he could keep y/n from snapping at his family—not that he would’ve cared, though.

       “Alright, that’s it, enough with the questions. y/n runs her company the way she wants to and that’s what makes her successful. If you have anything to say about that, you can eat shit,” Ransom smiled, dragging y/n away from the door and into the dining area where Harlan seemed to be waiting for them.

       “Ransom, when you told us you were bringing someone, I didn’t think you’d follow through,” Harlan chuckled, motioning for Ransom and y/n to take a seat at the table.

       “Well, surprise?” Ransom shrugged, taking his seat near Harlan and letting y/n take the seat next to him.

       “And you aren’t even going to introduce her?” Harlan raised a brow at Ransom.

       “Grandad, this is y/n l/n. y/n, this is my grandad,” Ransom deadpanned as y/n smiled warmly, holding her hand out for Harlan to shake. Harlan smiled; at least Ransom was in good hands, that was for sure.

       “How’d you meet Ransom?” Harlan questioned.

       “The first time or the time that led to us actually dating?” y/n raised a brow as she questioned Harlan. He chuckled, not expecting there to be more to the story then ‘we met in a bar and I wanted to tap that’ like how Ransom’s usual stories of his conquests went.

       “I think it would be wise to tell me about the first time you met. I want to see if I could predict what happened next,” Harlan requested, earning a nod from y/n before she began explaining the messy story of how her path crossed that od Ransom Drysdale’s.

       “We had a class together in college. His ass acted like he knew everything about the subject when in reality, he knew absolutely nothing. We were seatmates and he tried bribing me for the answers to a test. I didn’t give him the answers but he did end up inviting me to this frat party, it sucked, but there was booze so it was tolerable. I never saw Ransom again until a year ago,” y/n chuckled, easily slipping in a lie or two into her story.

        “And I’m guessing you had a college reunion last year?” Harlan raised a brow, facing Ransom.

       “Reunion’s in three months, actually,” Ransom shook his head, smirking as Harlan’s brows furrowed in concentration. Finally, he found another way to challenge his grandfather besides playing Go.

       “Mutual friends?” Harlan inquired. Ransom chuckled to himself knowing he and y/n didn’t have any other friends besides each other.

       “Try again. This time, think about the most Ransom thing you can,” Ransom urged on, pulling a chuckle from y/n. The most “Ransom” thing she can’t think of wasn’t exactly something she wanted to discuss with Ransom’s grandfather.

       “I hate to say this, but are you an adult entertainer?” Harlan’s brows furrowed. y/n, ignoring the fact that Harlan thought she was an adult entertainer, broke out in a fit of laughter which left her wheezing.

       “That’s a little too Ransom, Mr. Thrombey,” y/n chuckled.

       “Well, how exactly did you reunite?” Harlan questioned.

       “She was hot, I wanted to bang her, we were piss drunk, so we went out for food first. By the time we got to my place, we just passed out,” Ransom chuckled, his fingers intertwining with y/n’s.

       “And there’s the Ransom I know,” Harlan rolled his eyes jokingly, chuckling at Ransom’s story.

       “Well, I bet there’s something I’m going to tell you that you weren’t expecting from me,” Ransom smirked, getting ready to break the news of his ‘job’ to Harlan.

       “More surprises? You’ve changed since the last time I’ve seen you,” Harlan chuckled proudly. He didn’t expect Ransom to go through much change since the last time he’d seen him. The news of Ransom’s relationship was definitely a welcome surprise.

       “I got a job at y/n’s company. Figured I couldn’t keep riding off your name. Not anymore,” Ransom smiled. A little part of him regretted lying to his grandfather upon seeing the proud expression on Harlan’s face. He expected his family to be shocked by the news, yes, but he didn’t quite expect Harlan to be as proud as he was.

       “Finally, someone’s making something of their life without me. I’m proud of you, Ransom,” Harlan smiled, patting Ransom on the back. y/n felt Ransom’s hand squeeze hers a little tighter; she knew he wasn’t used to getting this kind of attention from Harlan. Most of the time, the pair only ever argued with each other.

        “Yeah. Making something of myself like you would’ve wanted me to do,” Ransom smiled nervously. y/n noticed the look of uneasiness on his face and knew she had to do something.

        “Ransom, I’m kind of hungry, can you go with me to get some food?” y/n questioned, earning a look of relief from Ransom. Shockingly, he didn’t know how much more of Harlan’s undeserved praise he could take.

        “Thanks for that,” Ransom whispered as they walked on over to the table where all the food was being served.

        “Maybe you should get an actual job. Maybe you wouldn’t feel as bad as you’re feeling right now, Drysdale,” y/n chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood.

       “As if you’d actually trust me enough to keep a position in your company. I know how you get when it comes to your company. You’re a stone-cold bitch,” Ransom chuckled, remembering the one time he decided to drop by y/n’s office for a visit; there was a lot of screaming.

       “At least being a bitch gets me places with my business. Where’s your bitchiness taking you, Drysdale?” y/n raised a brow at him.

       “It got me you, didn’t it?” Ransom’s tone softened, making it clear that this conversation they were about to have was different from their usual bickering.

       “I know I’m the best person in your life, but you’ve got to admit that bar was pretty low,” y/n chuckled nervously, averting her gaze. As much as y/n didn’t want t admit it, Ransom’s little comment made her heart flutter, but she knew flirtatious comments were something that came naturally to the playboy.

       “But not everyone has someone who makes them want to be a better person,” Ransom smiled, his blue eyes piercing into y/n’s e/c ones.

       “I make you want to be better?” y/n’s eyes widened at his confession. In all the years she’d known Ransom, she didn’t expect him to say that somebody made him want to do better.

       “Well, yeah, you’re this amazing successful woman who worked for everything she has, while I’m a fucking sleaze. I realized I need to make a change in my life to even be worthy enough to be in your presence. I even began writing my first book,” Ransom admitted shyly, running a hand through his hair.

       “You don’t have to do anything to be worthy of my presence. I know I’m amazing, but you don’t have to live up to anything, Ransom,” y/n smiled warmly.

       “y/n it’s not just that. I like you. A damn lot, and that thought terrifies me because we both know damn well that you deserve better,” Ransom exhaled, his words hitting y/n hard.

       “Can we not talk about this here? We can talk on the way home or something, just not now and not here,” y/n shook her head, her voice shaky. For the longest time, she harbored feelings for Ransom; she was caught by surprise when she was told those feelings were reciprocated.

       “We’re not done yet. We’re going to talk about this, and we’re going to talk about this now,” Ransom growled, his hand still holding onto y/n’s.

       “Ransom, please. This? It’s all shocking to me. We’re supposed to be this perfect couple, Ransom. I know how important this is to you,” y/n frowned.

       “We can still be the couple, but for real this time. Yes, putting on this front for my family’s important, but this,” he stopped to motion between them, “is more important to me than everyone else in this bullshit house.”

        “Ransom—”

       “y/n please, I need to know how you feel. Right here, right now,” Ransom pleaded.

       “I like you, okay? I like you a shit ton and it fucking scares me because I don’t want to lose you in my fucking life, Ransom,” y/n admitted, her hands shaking. The expression of nervousness on Ransom’s face changed to that of shock. He wasn’t exactly expecting that reaction from y/n.

       He shook off that feeling of shock and wrapped his arms around y/n’s frame. She immediately melted into his touch and that’s how they stayed for a moment.

    ��  “I can’t believe you even doubted their relationship, Walt. Just look at how sweet those two are,” Joni’s voice came from behind them and y/n chuckled into Ransom’s sweater, holding onto him closely.

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Take Me Out

Relationships: Dylan O'Brien x OFC

Word Count: 4,496

Author’s note: Sorry I disappeared y’all and sorry this one’s a little short. I had finals and then I found out my grandpa has cancer so we’re a little bit all over the place, but I’m getting back in the grove. Here’s some baseball and jealous Dylan for you all. All my characters are oc’s as I didn’t want to pull any real life players to use. 

“Imagine liking the Mets,” Cameron mumbled around the white hair tie she held between her teeth. She watched through the mirror while Dylan pulled his jersey on, finishing dutch braiding the left side of her hair at the same time. “Orange and Blue just, it doesn’t go together well at all,” she continued while tying her braid off with the hair tie. 

Dylan rolled his eyes and walked back into the bathroom after he pulled Cameron’s jersey out of the closet, holding it up at an arm's length and wrinkling his nose. “Because pinstripes are any better?” He asked while leaning against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, watching his girlfriend continue to braid her hair. “Tabloids later are going to be like, Dylan O'Brien's girlfriend seen wearing a Yankees jersey at the first game of the Subway Series: Is this the beginning of the end?” He couldn’t hold in his laugh at the end.

Cameron also tried to stop herself from laughing while she sectioned off the hair on the right side of her head, not wanting the braid to be uneven. “Oh god,” she mumbled, “I’m going to have to tweet that everyone needs to remember my dad is one of the coaches for the Yankees,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky he let you stay the first time I brought you home and you had a Mets hat on.” Dylan watched her fingers braiding her hair while she spoke. “At least you don’t care about hockey. It would have been bad if you blurted out you were an Islanders fan too.”

“I remember that!” He started laughing lightly again, his shoulders shaking slightly while he did, “he just grilled me after that.” Dylan remembered the first time he met Cameron’s parents, the week of the Subway Series two years earlier. The pair had been together for only a couple months at the time and Cameron had surprised him with tickets for all three games that year, her dad had also offered that the couple could stay at the family’s house in Sagaponack for the time they were visiting. Dylan and Cameron had pulled up in front of Cameron’s childhood home in a car her dad had hired to drive them out to Sagaponack from MacArthur airport, and Cameron swore she saw Dylan’s jaw hit the floor of the car when they pulled through the front gates.

“He had that custom made, I think it’s a bit much,” Cameron referred to the large wooden Yankees logo that had been put on the front door to their home. “And if you get past that and how huge the house is, actually who am I kidding,” she rolled her eyes while they got out of the car. “I cannot stand this house,” they thanked the driver after he got their suitcases out of the back. “And I can't stand that I spent eighteen years of my life here.”

Dylan snorted at the memory and Cameron cocked her head to the side at his outburst. “You say how much you hated living here when you were younger every time we come out to visit, and I’m just stringing it all together,” he shrugged.

“I also hated going to private school, but clearly something paid off somewhere,” Cameron tied off her second braid, the two falling even in front of her chest. “Because I got into my dream college and then I was somehow lucky enough to bump into you and then got you to sick around long enough to actually tell you my dad coached the Yankees,” she hooked her fingers into the loops of Dylan’s shorts and pulled him closer. 

Dylan pulled his face away from Cameron’s, a tight lipped smirk spreading across his face. “Did it really now?” He asked, watching pout spread across her full lips. “Because if I remember it correctly I actually asked you out that first night,” he brought his hands up to rest on Cameron’s waist, right above the curve of her ass.

“But then for some reason you decided to keep talking to me,” Cameron leaned up slightly to peck Dylan’s lips, “a bunch of sorority girls on a bar crawl after finals and you decided it would be a good idea to talk to me out of that group?” She cocked her head to the side slightly, clearly pressing the issue further in a playful way.

Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled Cameron even closer to him. “Okay so,” he slipped his hands along the line of skin on Cameron’s back that was left uncovered by her white cropped t-shirt, “you were cute, I made a move.” Cameron looked up and gave Dylan a ‘really’ look, knowing a lot of her sorority sisters she had been with were more than cute. “You were cute, and the only one without some basic fruity drink in your hand,” he added the last part.

“Yeah I did look pretty cute that night,” Cameron just shrugged and watched Dylan shake his head at her usual antics. “And then there was you, you looked half dead my dude,” she reminded. Cameron patted Dylan’s chest lightly and pulled away, grabbing her jersey off the counter and pulling it on.

Dylan watched Cameron quickly tie a knot out of the two ends at the front of the jersey instead of buttoning it, letting it hang open most of the way. “I was in the middle of filming an entire movie in sixty days,” he pointed out while Cameron adjusted the knot of the jersey so it would be even with her cropped shirt. “And in my defense I had also filmed twelve hours that day but somehow got convinced to go out!”

Cameron tucked her phone into the pock on her ripped jean shorts, “well I’m glad they convinced you,” she brushed past Dylan and back into her childhood bedroom. She sat down on her bed and pulled her navy converse off the floor, slipping them on before tying them tightly. “You have everything you need?” Cameron turned to face Dylan after she grabbed her RayBans case off her dresser. 

Dylan patted around at his pockets, making sure he had his wallet and phone. “I think I have everything,” he shrugged, “if not it’s not that important.”

“You are so go with the flow it hurts sometimes,” Cameron shook her head and held her hand out for Dylan to take. “C’mon, the car is waiting downstairs and I don’t want to be stuck in rush hour traffic, nothing is worse than the LIE during rush hour!”

“How about the George Washington during rush hour?” Dylan smirked while he spoke, knowing he would get a reaction out of Cameron. She had mentioned numerous times throughout the visits they took to New York how much she hated having to take the GW Bridge to leave the state.

Sliding her fingers through Dylan’s cameron just huffed, squeezing his hand a little harder than she normally would. “Never speak of that godforsaken bridge ever again,” she mumbled as the pair started down the staircase. 

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Dylan watched the beaches of where Cameron grew up slowly fade away as the pair got closer and closer to Queens, suburban neighborhoods turning into taller and more condensed buildings. Of course growing up he had lived quite close to the ‘Big Apple’ himself, but he knew he didn’t visit nearly as often as Cameron did. 

“I practically grew up in Yankee Stadium,” Dylan remembered Cameron telling him on their first date. At the time he had thought that must have been one of the coolest childhoods ever, having a parent who coached an MLB team, but he quickly realized it probably wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. 

Dylan learned that in the winter months Cameron’s dad would travel with the team for their winter training and there would be an extended period of time where Cameron wouldn't get to see him. Dylan also remembered her noting that it taught her what she didn’t want to be as a parent, and that had been something that had scared him, although he didn’t yet express it. He would often travel for filming or press tours and through Cameron, he realized just how much a parent constantly being away could impact a kid. 

However, kids weren’t yet on the couple’s mind. The pair had met in Louisiana while Dylan had been filming the first movie in The Maze Runner series, and Cameron had been in the process of wrapping up her junior year of college at Louisiana State University playing for their softball team. She had also started to cram for her LSAT’s right before they met. In a fast paced two months which consisted of seeing each other when there had been any time in either of their schedules and texting on the days there wasn’t, the couple had quickly started falling for each other. 

Once Dylan had flown back to Los Angeles after The Maze Runner had wrapped, Cameron found herself reconsidering her law school options and studied even harder for her LSAT’s. After receiving a 178 out of 180 on the test, Cameron had applied to as many law schools as she could, but had her eyes on getting into University of California at Berkeley’s School of Law.

Prior to flying out to New York for the year’s Subway Series between three Mets and Yankees, the couple’s two year anniversary had just passed. Dylan’s career had started to take off even more while Cameron found herself attending law school at UC Berkeley. After quite a few long conversations and consulting with friends and family, the pair had recently decided to settle in a spacious home right outside of Los Angeles together. With Cameron in her second year of Law School and already receiving job offers for after graduation and Dylan’s career only growing, they both knew that they wouldn’t be leaving the area for quite awhile. 

“You’re thinking pretty hard over there O’Brien,” Cameron laughed lightly while she drummed her fingers lightly on his thigh. Dylan took a moment to regain his thoughts before he looked out the window, realizing that their car had pulled off on to the exit that would take them to Citi Field. “Pretty sure I saw some steam coming out of your ears,” she pulled his Mets cap off his head and ran her fingers through his hair. 

Dylan leaned into Cameron’s touch but let out a small huff in protest of her previous statement, “believe me,” he closed his eyes, “if anyone is going to be thinking that hard it’s going to be you.” Cameron just smiled and smoothed her boyfriend’s hair down again, settling his hat back on his head while their car pulled around the back of Citi Field. 

Watching as Dylan’s eyes took in the sights around them Cameron just shook her head while the driver pulled up near the coaches and players entrance. Sometimes it amazed her just how starstruck certain things could get her boyfriend and she wasn’t sure if she would ever fully understand it. He had nearly everything he ever wanted in his reach, but coming to Citi Field would always make his face light up like a kid in a candy store. “Let’s go, Superstar,” Cameron pushed open the door to the Suburban and held her hand out for Dylan to take. “It’s just Queens, basically still the Island.”

Threading their fingers together, the couple thanked their driver before approaching the entrance where two security guards stood, chatting with each other while leaning against the wall of the stadium. Cameron reached into one of the back pockets of her shorts with her free hand and pulled out the passes that would give them access to nearly anywhere they wanted inside Citi Field. 

Cameron held the passes up and the security guards waved them past with kind smiles. She scanned hers on the pad next to the door and heard the heavy metal lock click open before she grabbed the handle. “I want to go see my dad and brother before the game,” Cameron looked over to Dylan who let out an over dramatic goran. “Oh please,” she rolled her eyes, “all the guys know I’m dating a,” she fake gagged, “a Mets fan.” Untangling their hands Dylan reached over to pinch Cmaeron on the ass which made her squeak and quickly take off down the hallway they were in. 

“Oh fuck off!” Dylan laughed making sure he saw what direction Cameron had taken off in, following a safe distance behind. He just shook his head while following the directions that would lead them both to the visitor’s locker room. He also assumed that after years of attending Subway Series games Cameron probably didn’t need the directions around Citi field for herself anymore. 

Cameron found herself jogging through the hallways of Citi Field, leaving enough distance between her and Dylan that he couldn’t catch her easily but could still follow her so he wouldn’t get lost. She looked behind her to make sure she could still see Dylan before she turned the last corner that would lead to the visitor locker room before crashing into a hard body. “Shit!” She felt a pair of hands catch her waist so she didn’t trip.

“Yeah what the fuck, Cam?” Carson, Cameron’s older brother, asked while he steadied his sister on her feet. Carson has his jersey half buttoned and his cap sat backwards on his head, a smile spreading across his face “And where’s Dylan? You can’t let him get lost in here,” Carson let out a long sigh, hoping his sister’s boyfriend didn’t actually get lost in the depth of Citi Field.

Cameron rolled her eyes and turned around to watch Dylan round the corner, shaking his head when he finally caught up to his girlfriend. “What’s up, man?” Dylan and Carson pulled each other into a ‘bro-hug’ before separating.

“Ahh, nothing much!” Carson laughed while he finished buttoning up his jersey, “just got a series game to play nothing too big,” he shrugged. Cameron let out an overly dramatic huff to get both of the boy’s attention back on her. “Dad’s out on the field, most of the guys are too.” Carson pointed towards the staircase that led up into the visitor’s dugout. 

Cameron nodded in thanks before taking Dylan’s hand in hers, opting to pull him towards the field, itching to be outside on the diamond again. “Can you handle being in the Yankees dugout or is your ego too fragile?” She looked over to Dylan while she scanned the door open with the passes her dad had gotten for the couple. 

“Okay, I’m not that bad,” Dylan rolled his eyes while Cameron pushed the metal door open, the humid, hot and heavy summer New York air hitting them in the face when she did. “I’m just dedicated to my team.” Dedicated Dylan was indeed, it would always be a competition between the two when they would watch games back home. Whose team did better that week, whose team had the better stats, whose team had better chances of making it to the World Series. The competition would always be in good fun of course, nothing ever really rode on whose team did better, except bragging rights. 

Cameron leaned over and kissed his cheek, “and I think that’s adorable,” she reminded him. Once the pair stepped out on to the field they noticed most of the players were warming up in some shape or form. The infielders were running drills and those not participating were found in the back of the stadium, sitting on the fence of the bullpen, talking with the relief pitchers who were getting their arms loose before the game. 

“Someone is all grown up,” Cameron heard a familiar voice speak from next to her and turned to see Mark, one of the newer players, walking out of the bullpen. Mark had also gone to college with Cameron, although he had been a year ahead of her, he played on the LSU baseball team and had been a starter his freshman year.

Cameron rolled her eyes and accepted his offer of a hug. “You only graduated a year before me!” She laughed while he lifted her off the ground. She looked behind her once Mark put her down to see Dylan kicking the dirt with his beat up Adidas sneakers, an angry frown evident on his face.

Biting her bottom lip, Cameron walked over to Dylan and grabbed one of his hands that hung at his side and squeezed it, but he didn’t squeeze back like he usually would. Great, now she had to deal with a moody boyfriend for the rest of the day too. “Mark this is Dylan, Dylan this is Mark,” she leaned into Dylan’s side more. “You actually probably saw each other the night me and Dyl met at that bar we went to after finals your senior year.

“Nice to meet you for real man!” Mark laughed while he offered Dylan his hand to shake. “You got a real catch, I asked her out when?” Mark looked over to Cameron for confirmation on the years after he dropped Dylan’s hand.

Fuck, now she would really deal with a moody boyfriend for the rest of the day. “My sophomore year your junior,” she filled in. She knew that Dylan would be even less happy now that Cameron had just been getting all cozy with a guy she had rejected before she had started dating him. 

“Yeah she said no though, said it would be like dating her brother. Which was more of an insult than anything,” he nodded to where Carson was dumping a water bottle over one of the other player’s heads in the outfield while they warmed up, “he is something special.” Mark noticed that Cameron’s dad stood neat home plate, trying to round everyone up for batting practice and Mark offered Cameron a final smile. “Gotta go, see you later?”

Cameron nodded with a small smile, “yeah!” Mark leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before running off, his bat and batting gloves in his hands. Cameron had always thought that Mark would grow up to be incredibly handsome while they were in college together, she had just never been attracted to him.

“He asked you out?” Dylan asked once Mark would definitely be out of earshot of the couple. “And you didn’t tell me?” He sounded more hurt than anything. That would be how most of their arguments, if they could even be called that, went. Someone would feel hurt by something the other did and they’d voice their opinion about it and from there on it would be a downward spiral. It usually resulted in someone sleeping in the guest bedroom for a night and waking up to an elaborate breakfast the next morning.

Cameron ran her hands over her face, not in the mood to argue with Dylan around her dad’s players and staff. “It was sophomore year of college Dylan and I said no!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a long sigh. “Look, I don’t want to get into this here. I’m going to say hi to my dad. If you want to pout over here feel free but I’m looking to enjoy the rest of today.” She spoke calmly before leaning up to peck his lips lightly before walking over to her dad.

“Look who it is!” He paused what he had been saying to his players to pull Cameron into a tight hug. Cameron smiled and squeezed her dad before pulling away, waving to the rest of the plays, most of who she knew. “How was the flight out this morning?” He asked after dismissing the players to get a few extra swings in before the game. “And why’s the boy toy pouting?” He nodded towards Dylan. 

Cameron just shrugged, “LAX is LAX, even if we did leave at three in the morning.” The couple had figured it would be the best time to fly into New York from Los Angeles, catch some sleep on the plane and nap once they got to her parents house. It had become their system when visiting there. “He’s not a fan of Mark, that’s why he looks so upset,” Cameron watched as Carson approached her boyfriend. 

Dylan offered Carson a halfhearted smile and then tucked his phone into his front pocket, crossing his arms over his chest before falling into conversation with the ball player. “Mark’s still trying?” James, Cameron’s dad, asked. “I think it’s pretty clear you and Dylan are in it for the long haul now,” he added.

“He’s not usually the jealous type,” Cameron spoke while she walked into the dugout with her dad. “I just,” she sighed, leaning against the bench. “I think it’s the fact that I’ve known Mark so long that’s getting under his skin, like the fact that me and Mark have more history will suddenly make me dump him for Mark ot something.” Cameron watched her dad hang the line up on the wall of the dugout, Mark not on the starting roster for the day.

James turned back to his daughter, a sympathetic smile on his face, “well if it makes Dylan feel any better, I’ll bench lover boy for the day,” he laughed lightly. “Just don’t tell him that I had already planned to take Mark off the roster for the day, he’s been making a ton of errors lately and we can’t have that right now.” Cameron looked at the lineup to see that her brother had been placed in the clean up position, as per usual. 

“Thanks dad,” Cameron sighed and wrapped her arms around her dad again, pulling him into another tight hug.

James just laughed and pulled away from his daughter, “don’t thank me, now go save Dylan from your brother before he talks his ear off about how we’re going to win today,” he nodded towards the two boys. Cameron just rolled her eyes and started up the stairs that lead out of the dugout. “And Cam,” she turned around again, “you mother and I are staying out here tonight.”

“Dad!” Cameron groaned, her face turning red, before she took the last two stairs, both in the same step to get out of the dugout faster. Walking over towards Carson and Dylan, Cameron knew the pair had seen her, but Dylan didn’t hold his hand out for her to take like he usually would. A pang of heart coursed through her chest, but she knew she had upset Dylan, and she should have realized what her actions would have done sooner.

Settling next to her boyfriend, Cameron saw her brother eye them both suspiciously before he fell back into his conversation with Dylan. Once there was a lull in the conversation and it appeared it would be dying off Cameron reached out and grabbed Dylan’s hand, but it stayed limp in hers. “If you don’t mind,” she butted in, “I’m going to steal him for a few minutes before the game starts because we need to talk about something.”

“There’s nothing to-” Dylan started, but Cameron cut him off with a sharp look that said they weren’t pushing this off until later. Dylan let out a long sigh, “I’ll catch up with you later dude,” he told Carson. 

Carson looked between his sister and her boyfriend before nodding shallowly, “yeah, catch up later,” he raised an eyebrow at Cameron, asking if she was okay. After she mouth an ‘all good’ back, he jogged towards the dugout and down the concrete stairs, emerging a few seconds later with his glove in hand. 

“Cameron I really don’t-”

“Nope,” Cameron tugged Dylan off a little further to the side of the field, where she knew no one could overheard anything. “If we leave this until later we both know that won’t end well,” she told him leaving absolutely no room to argue. “Now, you want to go first?” she dropped his hand and crossed her arms over her chest. 

Dylan tucked both of his hands into his shorts pockets and shrugged, kicking the dirt under his feet again. “I really don’t have anything to say,” he mumbled, clearly ignoring what Cameron had just said. 

“Well, I’ll tell you that I was never interested in him,” Cameron watched Dylan carefully even if he wouldn’t look up to meet her eyes. “He’s a self centered douche who always bragged about how amazing he was and everything was about him, he wasn’t humble and he never cared about anyone else, he just cared about how he looked to everyone else,” she took in a deep breath and when Didn’t reply she let out a long groan. “He’s not humble and he’s not willing to better himself, he doesn’t care about how anyone else feels and he never will. He’s not funny and his smile and laugh always seems fake and quite frankly my dad took him off the lineup for today because he’s such a self centered dick. And you should have more trust in me, I’m dating you and only you, my eyes are on you only, not anyone else, especially not him!”

Cameron watched Dylan look up to meet her eyes, his slightly shiny, but no longer hurt. He had his bottom lip between his teeth and pulled his hat off to card his fingers through his hair. “Sorry I doubted you, he’s just, everything you grew up with and probably wanted growing up,” Dylan mumbled. “And I just got jealous and afraid you’d leave me for someone like him, like everyone expected you to end up with,” he held his hands out for Cameron to take. 

Letting out a tiny sigh, Cameron threaded their fingers together and pulled Dylan closer to her. “Never doubt yourself, bubs,” Cameron kissed him lightly. “I have eyes for you and only you.”

“Love you,” Dylan kissed her again.

“I love you too, dork,” she smiled and pulled away slightly. “Now let’s go say good luck to my dad and thank you for the seats behind home plate,” she started pulling him towards the direction of the dugout. 

Dylan laughed behind her and rolled his eyes, “like I’d ever tell the Yankees good luck,” he said it just loud enough that Cameron could hear. Pausing in just far enough away from the dugout that they would still be out of earshot, Cameron pulled Dylan closer again.

“Say good luck,” she leaned up to whisper in his ear, “and we have the house to ourselves tonight,” she pulled gently on her earlobe with her teeth to drive her point home. 

Dylan closed his eyes and let out a quiet groan, “I hope they win then!” He pulled her towards the dugout again. “In extra innings though, of course.”

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First Lines of Last 20 Stories Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

(Yeah so not tagged by anyone but I did see @bronzeagelove do this so I wanted to, too. Everything can be found here on my AO3 since linking everything is too much of a pain for me. A few( er most) of these are from as far back as 2013. And after Master’s Pet, they were all written for the MassEffectKinkMeme so... make of that what you will lol.)

Sentinel: Mavic was halfway into a bottle of horosk and a new bed partner when the news came in rapid fire chirps to both their omnitools. 

January Drabbles: “Temple Palaven has stood for centuries,” The tour guide droned.

December Drabbles: It was said the only units closer than pilot’s were familial. 

November Drabbles: The biotics held him completely immobile against the wall and Sept’s weight on his back kept his breath short.

OC-tober: “We never did this on Carthaan,” The little boy whined, stopping along the path to catch his breath, watching his new sort of brother Saren continue forward.

Totem: Mav’s mandibles worked against his jaw in a haphazard dance of regret and misery. 

Enemies and Allies: “Fuckin’ hell,” Mav spat on the ground. “Nobody told me you’d be so damned big.”

All That Comes After: Taetis had always thought he was big for a turian, tall and wide even if he’d been told he hadn’t quite finished growing yet.

Master’s Pet: Taetis met his master down at the dock to give his report, easing into a kneeling position so he was eye-level with the drell. 

Fun in the Councilor’s Office: Saren was obviously nervous about this, standing stiffly in the corner of the elevator even as one side of his neck was playfully licked and nipped in the way he liked. 

I Can’t Get No Satisfaction: Daxen Parril woke up horny.

Duels and Tiebrakers: It began as just a bit of gratitude.

Almost Doesn’t Count: Compared to most apartments on Omega, the one he was currently attempting to leave was fairly nice and spacious. 

The Interlude: It was supposed to be a distraction, a way to soothe frayed nerves and lift the weight of past decisions from his shoulders for a little while. 

Silence Is Not Golden: Two weeks and four days into his Spectre training, Nihlus Kryik was pulled from the depths of an exhausted sleep by the sound of a steady thumping against his wall.

A Change of Perspective: The turian sitting on the foot of Sparatus’ bed was not someone he’d planned to see again. 

Undeniable:  Saren was a turian all about control, everything in its place and a place for everything.

Bittersweet: Halfway through the night-cycle, the Normandy was finally quiet.

Running Hot: “Stop it! What the fuck are you doing?” Spectre-in-training Nihlus Kryik demanded of his mentor as he was shoved into the shower stall aboard their shared ship.

All These Things I’ve Done: Sidonis damn near jumped out of his plates when a large hand clapped down on his shoulder.

So patterns! I can totally see my pattern. My first writng teacher (5th grade and Mrs. Hill) taught us to always start a story with an attention grabbing sentence, one that makes the reader want to keep going. So I tend to start in the middle of an event, some action or confrontation. As far as sentence structure, recently, I’ve used much shorter ones but I can see that they used to be longer, even run-on sentences. I have a real problem with excessive comma use that I have not been able to stop lol)

Tagging: Anyone? Y’all this was fun. 

[freddiesaysalright]

Soft in Love Part 2

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 2.7k

Tag List:  @psychosupernatural​, @someone-get-a-medic​, @bensrhapsody​, @deakyclicks​, @crazylittlethingcalledobsession​, @minigranger​, @crazyweirdocalledfriday​, @benders-diamond-earring​, @im-an-adult-ish​, @anincurablefangirl​, @kiainspace​, @lookuptotheskiesandsee​ If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this next part! Sorry it’s taken a little longer than usual, I’ve been pretty busy at work.

Warning(s): None! Well, more pining, but hey, y’all asked for this.

Part 1

Part 2 here we go!!!

That night, you went to Sloan’s for pizza and a movie. Since you lived on campus as part of your scholarship, you tended to hang out at Sloan and Andrew’s apartment once classes were over and homework was done. You had a room to yourself, but it wasn’t spacious, so the three of you normally were at their shabby, typical New York apartment with little space and even less furniture.

“So, what should we watch?” you wondered as you plopped down on the couch.

“How about Bohemian Rhapsody?” Sloan suggested, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “Y’know, so you can really see Gwilym in action?”

Andrew groaned. “Come on, Sloan, we’ve teased her enough.”

“What?” she shot back. “They were really connecting.”

“Connecting?” you questioned. “We barely said two words to each other.”

You had neglected to tell them about running into your substitute in the library. You were keeping that moment to yourself. It felt like something private, even though it was perfectly innocent. You wanted to keep it in your heart. For now, at least.

“All that eye contact,” Sloan continued. “It was like Edward and Bella in there.”

“If it was like Edward and Bella, he’s more likely to murder me than anything,” you retorted. 

“Edward doesn’t kill Bella!” she argued.

“He turns her into a vampire!” Andrew pointed out. “That’s the same thing!”

“No it isn’t!” 

“Yes it is!”

“Okay, Jacob!”

“Guys!” you interjected. “If we talk anymore about Twilight, I’m going to kill myself. Let’s just pick a movie.”

“I still vote for Bohemian Rhapsody,” Sloan said. “Y/N should see at least one thing our new professor is in.”

“I think we should watch a classic,” Andrew replied. “I haven’t watched Casablanca in a while.”

“One vote for Bohemian Rhapsody, one vote for Casablanca,” she said, then looked at you. “Would you like to cast a vote, or add a contender?”

You thought for a moment, but you already knew what you were going to pick. You just wanted to give Andrew the illusion of having a chance. You tapped your chin with your forefinger.

“I’m gonna go with…” you paused. “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Oh, come on!” Andrew mock complained. Then he smiled. “Alright, I’m gonna order the pizza.”

“We’ll start the movie,” Sloan assured him.

As she picked up the remote, you considered telling her about the library. You weren’t sure why Sloan should be allowed this information and not Andrew, but you’d noticed he had sort of drifted from you while you were dating Daniel. Now that you and Daniel were broken up, Andrew was friendlier than before even. It made you a little confused. And the distance really hurt you.

But you looked at Sloan and thought about what she had said so far. You didn’t think she would tease you about the library, but she also would likely turn it into something it wasn’t. She had a tendency to gas you up for things that were hardly ever a big deal in reality. So you decided not to tell her. The moment would remain just yours. And Gwilym’s, of course.

The movie began, with the pizza arriving about half an hour in. You wouldn’t call yourself a huge Queen fan, but you liked their hits. You admired the movie’s aesthetic, but you especially admired Gwilym’s performance. He looked so cool with the curly hair and the seventies clothes. It was rather unlike the man you’d met earlier that day. Not that Gwilym didn’t look cool, he just wasn’t as glam. At least, not on that level.

When the movie finished after the Live Aid scene, you had gotten a little emotional. You wiped your burning eyes and sniffled.

“So, what’d you think?” Sloan asked, switching the television off.

“It was good,” you choked out.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you’re such a sap,” Andrew joked.

“Shut up!” you returned. “I just have feelings. There’s nothing wrong with that!”

He laughed. “Nah, I guess you’re right.”

You stretched out on the couch, nudging his thigh playfully with your toe as you giggled and yawned. He smiled back at you.

“I’m beat,” you sighed. “I think I’ll head back to my dorm.”

“You know you’re always welcome to stay here,” Andrew said.

“I know,” you replied. “But I don’t like to intrude. Plus, your couch is lumpy.”

“You could take my bed,” he offered.

Something about the way he didn’t look at you when he said it rubbed you the wrong way. If Andrew had feelings for you, you wished he would either say it or get over it, but not say things like that to leave you wondering. You knew it could never be that way between you, so you hoped for the latter.

“I’d rather be in my own bed,” you said, keeping your tone light.

You got off the couch and stretched again. As you put your backpack on, you thanked them for the pizza and then bid them goodnight. 

Sloan closed the door behind you and looked at her roommate.

“Could you be any more obvious?” she said. She continued by doing her best Andrew impression. “Stay here, sleep in my bed, suck my dick.”

“Oh, fuck off,” he returned, disappearing in to his room. 

You headed back to campus, which was only a few blocks away, your mind racing. Everything from your chance library meeting with Gwilym to whatever the hell had gotten into Andrew was swirling around in your mind.

As you passed the coffee shop closest to campus - frequented by mostly students and faculty, you spotted Gwilym though the window. You watched him as he pored over the book you had recommended, sipping his drink with something of a refined air about him. The temptation to go in and say hello was overwhelming. You were just so drawn to him for some reason. But you decided against it, remembering the way Sloan had compared you both to the cringiest couple perhaps ever written. Showing up suddenly at the coffee shop after one earlier chance meeting seemed very stalker or Edward Cullen-ish. Even if it was genuinely a coincidence. With a sigh, you moved along.

Gwilym lifted his eyes from the page he was reading and looked around. He felt as if there was someone he knew nearby, but as his eyes scanned the room, he saw only strangers. Movement by the window made him look out, but he missed who or whatever it was that created the motion. He blinked in that direction, his mind drawing up - for some reason - an image of you standing there. 

Something resembling disappointment crossed over his heart, but he pushed it down. He didn’t need to be wishing to see you anywhere outside of class. His phone ringing brought a welcome distraction.

“Hello?” he said, picking it up.

“Gwilym, hi!” chirped the voice of Dr. Bennett. “I just wanted to check on you and see how the first day went.”

“You’ve just given birth, and you’re worried about me?” he returned. “Emily, that’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t scold me, Gwil,” she answered lightly. “How’d the class go?”

“If you must know, it went just fine,” he told her. “I’ve been introduced to everyone. You have a very talented class there.”

“Excited as I am to have my son, I am a bit bummed I won’t get to teach them,” she agreed. “But, I’ve left them in very capable hands. I’m glad it’s going smoothly.”

“It really is,” he said.

“What do you think of Y/N?” she asked.

His chest tightened.

“She seems like a lovely girl,” he said stiffly.

“She’s a real star,” she went on. 

“I haven’t heard her sing yet, but from the way you and Dr. Curtis talk, I feel I should have a handkerchief on me or something.”

She laughed. “She’ll impress you I’m sure. Be careful there.”

He paused, wanting to know more about what she meant. It was an odd thing to say about a student. Was she joking? Was she giving him some warning about who you were? Were you not what you seemed? He wanted answers, but decided to ignore it entirely. That was the best way to deal with something like this, in his opinion.

“How are you and the baby?” Gwilym asked, desperate to change the subject.

“Perfect, so far,” she said. “Just ready to get home.”

“I’m sure.”

“Hey, Gwil,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Please keep me updated on everything,” she requested. “I’ll come and see the show at the end of the semester, but I want to know how everything comes together.”

“Will do,” he promised.

“Thanks,” she said warmly.

“You get some rest now,” he said.

“Will do,” she replied, and he heard the smile in her voice.

They said goodbye and hung up. Gwilym’s mind still reeled with her warning. Be careful there. Be careful of what, exactly? Perhaps it was better if he never knew.

On Thursday, you showed up to class early, as usual. The auditorium was empty except for Gwilym. Your heart rate quickened as you approached him. 

“Morning,” you said brightly.

He turned his head and smiled at you. “Hello, Y/N. You’re early.”

“I’m always early,” you said with a shrug. “How’s the book?”

“I’m only three chapters in, but it is interesting,” he replied. “Fond as I am of Shakespeare’s plays, it’s his poetry that really gets me.”

“Oh, really?” you wondered.

He nodded. “Yes. Poetry and songs I think are the most intimate forms of writing. The authors put their feelings out and wrap them up in beautiful language. And somehow, that makes others feel it. As if it were their own. If that makes any sense.”

You pondered his words a moment. You thought of every time you’d sung in your car at the top of your lungs, the words of a song just punching you right in the heart. 

“It makes sense,” you said. “I didn’t realize you were so into that stuff.”

“There’s a lot about me that may surprise you, Y/N,” he said.

You met his gaze, searching for the meaning behind that. He cut his eyes away before you did, clearing his throat.

“Would you like to get started?” he asked. “We can begin with your solo, ‘The Boy Next Door’.”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. “Want me to sing acapella or play piano?”

“You sing, I’ll accompany you,” he returned.

“You play piano?” you questioned. “You certainly are full of surprises.”

The teasing tone felt a bit unfamiliar to you. Were you flirting with him? If you were, was it wrong?

“I play piano, but not very well,” he replied humbly. “I can play a simple tune like this.”

You smiled as you both took the stage, you stopping in the center and he taking a seat on the piano bench. You waited for his cue, and then when he began, you opened your mouth and began to sing.

“The moment I saw him smile

I knew he was just my style

My only regret is we’ve never met

Though I dream of him all the while

But he doesn’t know I exist

No matter how I may persist

So it’s clear to see, there’s no hope for me

Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-”

Gwilym missed a note on the piano and stopped, bringing you to a halt as well. You shot him a questioning look.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m not good enough to turn the pages on time.”

“Oh, is that all?” you teased. “Here, I’ll stand next to the piano and turn the pages for you.”

“I’m very much obliged,” he returned.

You walked over and stood to the side, looking expectantly at him.

“From ‘so it’s clear,’” he told you.

“So it’s clear to see, there’s no hope for me

Though I live at fifty-one-thirty-five Kensington Avenue-”

You turned the page.

“And he lives at fifty-one-thirty three.

How can I ignore the boy next door

I love him more than I can say

Doesn’t try to please me

Doesn’t even tease me

And he never sees me glance his way…”

You stole a glance at Gwilym as you held  this note. His face was screwed up in concentration as his eyes followed the music. His hands, which were large and smooth, moved gracefully. His long fingers pressed the keys with ease. He looked very handsome.

“And though I’m heart sore, the boy next door

Affection for me won’t display

I just adore him

So I can’t ignore him

The boy next door…”

You held the note and came off of it slowly and softly. Gwilym did the same with his final note. As the song closed, you looked at each other. A moment of softness passed between your gazes. Gwilym was beginning to understand his friend’s warning. You were so...charming.

“That was very good,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly.

“I’m impressed you knew all the words,” he remarked.

“I’ve been a fan of the movie since I was little,” you told him. “I literally wanted to be Judy Garland.”

“Well, you don’t have very far to go,” he said. “Although, I believe Y/N Y/L/N is perfect just as she is. You don’t have to be Judy Garland.”

Heat came to your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you said again, looking at the floor.

You paused, searching for something to say in return, some compliment to pay him.

“The piano playing was -”

“Please, Y/N, let’s not go there,” he said, a smile pulling at his lips. “My piano playing is absolute shit.”

He held his breath as the words left his mouth, fearful you might take offense to the language or feel he was getting too comfortable. When you clapped your hand over your mouth to stifle the most adorable giggle he’d ever heard, he was relieved.

“It wasn’t shit!” you protested. “Really, it wasn’t!”

“I appreciate you trying to bolster me, but the most redeeming part was playing through your page turn, which was executed flawlessly.”

You laughed some more.

“Well, I am known around here for my page turning skills,” you joked.

“I have a feeling you’ll be known for many things, Y/N,” he said. “Including turning pages for barely capable pianists.” 

Your smile lingered on your lips as your classmates began entering the theater. Sloan eyed you questioningly as he saw how close you were standing to Gwilym. When had you drifted that way? You hadn’t felt yourself move.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you stepped away, back toward center stage. Gwilym got to his feet and followed you, turning to address the other students.

“Welcome back, everyone,” he said.

He took roll quickly before getting into rehearsal. He and Lily were working on their early scene in the wagon. You watched him ease her into comfort with him. She was six, just like her character, Tootie, and though not shy, did need to warm up to people. Sloan’s sister took a seat in the audience, and you saw her soften as she looked on as well.

“Isn’t that sweet?” you said to Sloan as she approached you.

She looked over at Gwilym going back and forth with her niece.

“Precious,” she said flatly. “You and Gwilym seemed pretty cozy.”

You rolled your eyes, but knew you still looked flushed. 

“Oh, please,” you said. “We were just practicing.”

“Y/N, look at me,” she said with uncharacteristic seriousness.

You did.

“I know we’re joking about how hot he is and all that, but it’s not smart to think any further than that,” she said. “He’s a professor - at least right now - and both of you could get into trouble.”

Defensiveness surged through you.

“You’re talking about it like we’ve been sleeping together or something,” you said, harsher than you meant to. “You’re the one who’s been making the jokes. Nothing’s happened, so spare me the lecture.”

“Y/N, I’m just trying to be a friend,” she said.

“Look, it’s perfectly normal to connect with a teacher,” you returned. “It’s nothing more than that.”

She looked you over, skepticism coming over her sharp features.

“If you say so, Y/N,” she said with a sigh. “But, for the record, I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you were looking at him when we walked in. Ever.”

She walked away, leaving you stricken where you stood.

[onebloodsoakedlion]

Due to a bug I can’t reblog this:

Post I’m trying to reblog for context: https://tamale-actual.tumblr.com/post/636500653892665344/i-dont-look-forward-to-saying-i-told-you-so-but

What a load of hyperbolic bullshit, all of you!

First, your house isn’t a fucking cage. Jail is. The government are telling us to stay at home, not go to fucking jail. You are more likely to spread COVID-19 by being in jail then you are by staying in your bigger, comfy and more spacious house where social distancing is a cinch as well as having virtually no one to spread your germs to. And nanny state? What the fuck? A nanny state is where they have rules in place to stop you from getting minor cuts and bruises. COVID-19 isn’t fucking cuts and bruises. It CAN fucking kill, of course we need protection from it. Not saying that COVID-19 will 100% kill you, but I don’t want to fucking take my chances. While we’re at it, the Flu y’all keep comparing covid to is also potentially fatal and by taking the measures that stop COVID-19, you’re also keeping the Flu from speading. Yeah, social distancing is killing at least two birds with one stone.

And coming from a student who has done Biology for Years 11 and 12 at school and am going into university next year, coronaviruses, such as COVID-19 and the common cold can supress the immune system, meaning that your body does not remember the virus for real long, allowing for re-infection, which can lead to more damage. 

And about the government, I only want to obey them because they have the right fucking ideas. I’m not pro-government, I just happen to agree with them on wanting to make everyone take shelter from the shitstorm that is COVID-19. If they decided instead that we must hold covid parties and kiss and spit on everyone we saw, I would fucking rebel to high heaven. I would hole myself up in my house and give the middle finger to the cops should they try to arrest me. Also, your decision to go on life as usual despite this pandemic would be fine... if it didn’t affect others. People who have cared more about their freedumbs than stopping this virus are responsible for Australia’s second wave, as well as the lives lost because of it. Hear me out: I would not guilt-trip you into hiding at home if you were the only one who got coronavirus as a result of not doing so.

This is coming from a rather pissed off Australian who sees your beliefs as selfish because in Australia, one life lost from COVID-19 is one life too many.

[missjanjie]

are you still doing the random ship thing? If you I'd say 2 & 6 haha

2 & 6 - Jan and Kameron

-

When Kameron was finally settled into her NYC apartment, she decided to check out the building’s gym. The amenities were definitely part of what drew her there, and luckily the location and cost was agreeable to her roommate.

It was located on the top floor of the building, clean, spacious, and not too crowded. She made her way to the other side of the room where the weights were and got started on her usual routine. That was, until she got distracted and very nearly dropped the weights.

A woman had gotten onto one of the treadmills closest to her, and Kameron found it hard not to stare – she was stunning. She tried to focus on her workout, but her eyes kept drifting back.

When the woman finished her run, she doused her face with water squeezed from a reusable bottle and Kameron wanted to scream. But then she started to panic because now the stranger was walking right towards her.

“Hi! You just moved in, right? I’m Jan,” she wiped her hand on her shorts before extending it to her.

“Yeah,” she exhaled, shaking her hand. “Kameron. My friend and I just moved here from Tennessee.”

“Cute, I love a country girl,” Jan remarked offhandedly as they made their way into the locker room, continuing small talk along the way. “Hey listen, my roommate has to work late tonight, you wanna come over for drinks or something?”

Kameron, feeling more at ease, nodded with a grin. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

-

“I cannot believe we haven’t even finished unpacking and you already got a date,” Asia huffed as she watched her friend do her hair and makeup.

Kameron rolled her eyes. “It’s not a date, we’re just having drinks.”

“Right, that’s why she specifically invited you over when y’all would be alone,” she snorted. “For real though, have fun. I’m proud of you for actually going out of your way to get some.”

She just laughed and shook her head. Surely she would know if Jan wanted to sleep with her, right?

But once Kameron was at Jan’s apartment and they’d had a few drinks, her thought process started to change. The flirtation and chemistry between them grew fast and hard, and Kameron wasn’t sure when they’d ended up making out in Jan’s bedroom, but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

They were so caught up in the moment, haphazardly undressing each other, that they didn’t hear the front door open, and didn’t realize they were no longer alone until Jan’s door was yanked shut and a voice called out “Your door has a lock for a reason!”

Kameron looked at Jan, giggling. “I thought you said your roommate had to work late.”

“She did! Guess we just lost track of time,” Jan shrugged, and they picked right back up where they left off.

[reylo-trash-4ever]

The Game Part 4

LOLOLOL so it’s been years and I bet everyone thinks I’ve fallen off the face of the earth but no bitch, I still live. Quarantine has given me time to write so whoo hoo!! Also, I will for sure be trying to set up an Ao3 account in the near future and that will most likely be my new main source to post this story, so look out for that!

In the mean time, please enjoy the newest installment, and sorry it’s so short. As always, shout outs go to my lovely and wonderful queen beans @scav-eng-er and @mojona1999. Y’all are the GREATEST! Happy Star Wars Day everyone and May the 4th be with you! 

The Game: Chapter 4 Rating: PG 

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to get my stolen laptop back.” Rey spoke matter-of-factly, her arms crossed over her chest and a defiant look in her eyes as she stared unblinkingly, and unwaveringly, up at Ben.

“I told you, you’d get it back tomorrow,” Ben responded, leaning on the left side of the doorway and blocking any possible entry. 

“Yeah, that’s what you wanted, but I decided on something different, so… here I am.” 

Rey started out strong, her voice fierce and determined, but she began to doubt herself and feel the weight of his amused gaze getting under her skin once again. She felt awkward standing there without moving, his tall frame towering over her in that intimidating way that she hated. 

“And what exactly did you decide?” Ben challenged, raising an eyebrow incredulously at her.

“Let me in and I’ll tell you.” Rey knew it was a long shot, but she was banking on his curiosity to take over common sense and meet her demands. Or maybe she was playing towards the pride he obviously had too much of, either way, she knew she was taking a risk. 

Ben’s amused smirk slowly fell from his lips and he didn’t try to hide the annoyed and inconvenienced look that followed. Rey held her breath, waiting for him to slam the door in her face or to yell at her for being so insubordinate, but instead, he let out the smallest of huffs and stepped aside. She took that as her cue to go in and nodded her thanks as she walked past him. 

Rey didn’t know what she expected his place to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. She probably had some idea of a classic ‘rich boy penthouse’ apartment filled with luxuries that no one really needed, like game tables, a hot tub, racks on racks of expensive liquors, but she was wrong. A few steps down the small entryway hall led into a spacious living area with floor to ceiling, tinted glass windows that lined one side of the wall. Further to her left, Rey spotted an open kitchen with a small island in the middle. To her right was another hallway that most likely led to a master bedroom and bathroom. Another ajar door revealed what looked like a study, or some kind of office space. The decor was minimalistic, but definitely nice. Black leather sofas, a massive flat screen television, and marble countertops were just the most noticeable displays of wealth, although she could only assume there were plenty more not as easily seen. 

Truth be told, the place had a bit of charm to it. If you could call that uneasy ‘bring one spec of dirt into my home and you’ll be punished’ feeling “charm”. It was more like a picture perfect apartment, something you might see in a magazine. 

“So, are you ever going to stop ogling or are you finally going to tell me what you’re really doing here?” 

Rey turned over her shoulder and looked back at Ben, who was pushing the door closed behind him. It shut with a click and Rey felt her breath hitching in her throat again. Her plan was shaky, and being alone with a stranger in his apartment was only the beginning of how dangerous this could get. She couldn’t believe she was putting her job, and the possible promotion, at such a risk as this, but there was something about the opportunity that she couldn’t resist. 

“Well, Ben,” Rey began as she walked further into the room, pretending to keep her attention anywhere but on him and knowing that if she didn’t, he might see right through her ruse, “you obviously think I’m an idiot and incapable of keeping up with your ‘oh so wonderful’ self.” 

Rey paused to wait for his reaction, but he only raised an eyebrow and cocked his head slightly to the right in defense. She took his silence as a cue to continue. 

“Why else would you have given me your laptop after already taking mine? you could have easily just walked off with both and left me on my own, so what would you gain by giving me a key piece in learning more about you? Well, that’s when I realized that the answer was probably nothing, and I highly doubt you’re the kind of man who does anything if there isn’t something in it for him. So, then I thought that the laptop switch might be one big show to try and keep me off the trail of what you’re really planning.

“But then I came over here, and from the look of things,” Rey scanned around the room again, letting her watchful eyes linger in the direction of the bedroom and then the front door, “you were a little ‘preoccupied’ to be doing any real work at this point.” 

“So, you two met after all?” Ben asked, taking the opportunity while she was in between thoughts to make his way closer to where she now stood. He moved past her and bent down, opening a drawer and pulling out the bottle of wine he intended on having by himself. 

“We didn’t, and it’s really none of my business,” Rey said quickly, dismissing her interest and his curiosity on how she might have reacted to his personal life, “I just thought you’d be going through my laptop to get more information on me, since you went through all the trouble of taking it. Except, I can see that my bag lays untouched over on your end table, which means you haven’t even opened it. Why is that?” 

While she spoke, Ben walked to some cabinets with see through glass doors above his sink and took a long stemmed glass from them. He returned to the counter and popped the bottle, pouring himself a healthy amount of the dark liquid. Finally, when Rey finished with her question, he returned his attention back to her and gave her a smirk. 

“Because I already know everything there is to know about you, sweetheart,” Ben replied, tipping his glass towards her in a mocking salute before taking a sip. 

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Rey snapped, not missing a beat, “and there’s no way that could be true. You can’t learn every aspect about a person through just the internet and newspapers, that’s just ridiculous. Especially in our profession, genuine human interaction and connection makes all the difference in how a person will act or behave. And you, of all people, should know that as a lawyer, it’s our responsibility to find that out for ourselves. It’s why we have to have such personal relationships with our clients.”

“But I’m not your client, Rey, I’m your superior,” Ben said slowly. His voice dropped to an almost threatening level as he leaned both elbows on the counter across from her, making them finally at eye level. She stared defiantly back, refusing to be scared off. 

“Except that you’re also supposed to be my partner,” Rey said, tilting her head and giving him a sickly sweet smile, “Partners don’t have anything to hide and don’t go behind each other’s backs. They put the client first and they get what they want by working together.” 

Ben squinted at her reproachfully, and took another sip of his wine that he still refused to politely offer to his guest. 

“What are you suggesting?” 

“Total honestly. At least, while I’m here, you can ask me anything you want and I promise to answer it with the truth. But you have to do the same with me. It eliminates any reason to doubt each other or to think that one of us is working against the other. We’ll both get what we need to know, and we don’t have to go snooping around each other’s personal items to get there. It’s a win-win situation, and this way we save the most time and energy so we can get to working on the real case as soon as possible.”

Rey watched Ben listen to her, and she could tell that there were many points where he wanted to argue, but she must have kept his interest long enough, because he let her finish.  

“And how will I know you’re telling me the actual truth?” Ben questioned, standing up to his full height and looking down on her once again. 

“Because I’m a terrible liar, and you’ll see right through me if I do.” Rey shrugged her shoulders and looked away, trying to sell the ‘innocent’ look as best as she could. She really was telling the truth though, she may be as sneaky and stealthy as a Black Cat, but she wasn’t as clever as one. 

“How can you be bad at lying if you want to be a lawyer?” Ben scoffed with a smirk. 

“Because I win my cases by being right.” 

It was Rey’s turn to lean in and she looked up at Ben through her long, dark lashes. He wanted to speak, to make some retort about how ridiculously childish her and her ideals sounded, but something about those intensely dark eyes made him want to play along. He couldn't explain it, but she intrigued him. He had to give her that. 

“Fine, I’ll play your little game,” Ben said, and Rey let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding on to, “Except, if I’m going to do something so asinine, we’re going to need to make it a little more enjoyable.” 

By the glint in his eye, Rey was hesitant to let anything be on his terms, but she knew that if her plan was to work, she’d have to keep playing into his arrogance a little. It wasn’t very hard seeing as he had a lot of it. 

“How do you suppose we do that?” Rey asked. 

“Alcohol,” Ben said simply. He turned his back to Rey and bent to retrieve another bottle from the cabinet. 

“Too bad I’m not a big wine fan,” Rey muttered, mostly to herself, but Ben must have heard because he swung back around and placed the bottle rather loudly on the counter. 

“Oh, it’s not wine,” he chuckled, “this is a particular brand of bourbon that happens to be my favorite. Care to join me for a drink?” 

Rey could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and the joke of the situation wasn’t lost on her seeing as she was already in his home and already agreeing to have the drink. She simply widened her eyes, took a deep breath, and shrugged an ‘okay’ with the shake of her head. Ben nodded once and grabbed more glasses from the kitchen. When he came back he directed them towards the living area taking a seat on the longer of the two couches. Rey sat across from him on the very edge of a large arm chair, ready to bounce up and make a break for it if she had to. 

Ben, on the other hand, leaned back comfortably. One of his impossibly long legs reached over the other, his calf resting on the opposite knee. Even sitting down, he couldn’t hide his body's sheer length. Rey noticed the bottle and glasses on the table between them and took his lounging as an indicator that she was supposed to pour the drinks. 

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. She wasn’t his maid and he was perfectly capable of getting his own, but she did as she was expected anyway. Let him think she was just another woman willing to do his bidding. Any and all “sucking up” she could fake in this moment would give her the upper hand. 

“So, what are the ‘rules’ to this game, exactly?” Ben asked, as she passed him a glass with one shot full of the slight smokey smelling liquid. He took it, his hands wrapping around hers for an instant, and Rey felt a weird spark of energy pass between them. She recoiled, but not before seeing him tense up. 

The moment was over in an instant and Ben acted like nothing had happened. He looked to the glass now in his hands and swirled the liquid, waiting for her to respond to his earlier question.

“Okay, it’s a simple drinking game mechanic, really,” Rey said, pouring herself the exact same amount, “you ask me a question, and I have to answer. If you think I’m lying, you can challenge it. If I am, I have to drink.”

“Ah, so you do lie.”

“I said if I lie, then I drink. If you’re wrong about the challenge, then you have to take the shot.” 

Ben shifted in his seat and squinted at her again in the way she was beginning to recognize as trying to figure her out. She found herself loving the idea that he didn’t know as much about her as he thought, and her chest puffed out in pride. Ben huffed a short laugh and leaned further back. 

“Well then, one for good measure?” He lifted his glass.

“And for poor judgement?” Rey teased, a smile on her own lips despite herself. 

“Exactly,” Ben said, tilting his drink slightly towards her, “cheers.”

[mykingofasgardnew]

Apartments- Loki mini series

A/N: Hey guys summer break is here for me so ima start doing requests :-) and sorry @wolfgar15 that it’s a picture of your request. It decided to delete on me after I took a screenshot 😅

Summary: Thor and Loki move into a new apartment that’s close to a university. And one student catches Loki’s eye.

Warnings: fluff, modern au, some smut,

>>[means POV change]

————

You carry your heavy bags of groceries and homework up the stairs to noice that your neighbors aren’t two old ladies but two young men. Puzzled you quickly walk into your two bedroom apartment to be greeted by your two favorite people. Your bull dog Hunter and your brown tubby tabby cat Freckle.

“Hello babies!.” You immediately say as they follow you to your kitchen to set groceries down. Jumping for attention.” Finial when you know they won’t knock all your stuff down you bend down and give them the attention they deserve. You make sure Freckle has her food and go to grab Hunters leach being cooped up in the apartment all day is boring for the only bull dog you know that has enough energy to do everything in one day. You go to walk out and notice that the two boys replacing your nice neighborhoods are total opposites. One is tall and buff like a McDonald’s fry but with muscles. He notices you staring and smiles and waves. You wave back embarrassed and quickly walking down the five stories of steps. Not getting a good look at the other one just knowing he had black hair and was leaner.

>>(Loki POV)

“Who are you waving at brother?” Loki says after dropping another box in their living room.

“I don’t know. I think she’s our neighbor. She was looking at us. Guess she knew who was here before. She seemed confused..” Loki looks around to see that there’s not a girl.

“Thor are you-“

“She just walked down the stairs because I waved.” Looking confused.

“Maybe she’s shy.” Loki says shrugging not giving the girl much thought. Pushing past Thor to get out of the the apartment. Thor follows him down the stairs to get more boxes.

“Maybe but she was kinda cute; her dog was definitely cute.” Thor says two boxes in both arms at a time. Loki rolls his eyes. His brother thinks everything that has eyes is cute.

“Uh huh.” Loki retorts and walks out to grab more boxes.

>>>(YourPOV)

You take off Hunters leach and let him run upstairs getting the last of his energy out. And walk over to your mail box. Grab your mail and start you walk up the stairs. When you get up stairs you here someone talking out loud saying good boy.

You turn the corner to see the McDonald’s fry petting Hunter. Hunter enjoying the attention. The fry looks up. He has blue eyes.

“Oh hey. I’m Thor. Your dogs cute.” He says standing up putting his hand out to shake yours. You shake his hand and smile, trying to be polite and not think about all the homework you have to do. And the cookies you miss from Jenny on of the older ladies that was your neighbor.

“I’m y/n. Nice to meet you. I guess my old neighbors moved out over spring break.” You say scratching your neck. “Welcome to the neighborhood though. This is a college neighborhood so expect loud music every other day past ten. And yelling at all hours.” You say smiling hereing some loud noises below you. Hunter after greating you goes back to Thor for more attention from the new person.

“Oh that explains so many young people. Me and my brother aren’t in college we work at that big building 15 minutes from here. He’s in the apartment I’ll go get him since we’ll be sharing walls. Better meet him too.” He says and yells into the door.

“Loki come meet y/n! She’s our new neighborhood and really nice!” He gives you a smile and thumbs up. You laugh a little. Then a tall raven haired man comes out looking utterly annoyed. He has blue eyes like his brother his more frosty a contrast to his dark features. His face is really strong. His whole stance is really strong like his brother. They might be ying and yang to each other but definitely are brothers.

“Must you yell brother?” He says given glares to both Thor and Hunter. Unhappy that he’s glaring at Hunter you call for him and grab his leach. Finally the blue eyed man says hello.

“Hi I’m Loki. But you probably already know that with my brothers loud large mouth yelling it.” He smiles and shakes your hand. Playful pushing Thor. You smile back glad he has some humor.

“It’s fine. Everyone yells here it’s a college neighborhood so.” You shrug your shoulders. Loki has an intense gaze. He’s the total opposite of his brother. But they share a friendly aura. Thor comes puts his arm around his brother in response to the shove.

“So y/n what’s your major?” Thor asks.

“Um I major in Business and Real estate.”

“Oh that’s cool. Gonna be a boss lady selling houses.” He says flashing a large smile. Loki looking annoyed but continuing to stare into your soul interested in what you say.

“Ha ha yeah pretty much. But I have a lot of homework and have to feed Hunter here.” You say looking at your dog who’s giving his best doggy smile to all three of you. “I’d gladly have y’all over some time tho.” You smile and wave walking to your apartment just a couple feet away.

“Yeah! Have a good night y/n.” Thor says and Loki gives a wave and says goodnight walking into the apartment first. Once inside your apartment and safe behind a locked door you sigh looking down at your cat. Hunter going off to play with a toy.

“They’re nice I guess Freckle. The one though he was cute. But doesn’t seem to like me. He just stared at me.” You say bending down picking her up and moving to your desk to start homework. You put her down in her bed which she lays down immediately.

Your apartment was pretty spacious. But you got blessed because your the only cousin and child on your moms side. So all your family is helping you go through college.

A/N: thank you @wolfgar15 for giving me this request and inspiring me to write <3 I hope you like this. It’s probably just a mini series 10-12 chapters tops.

[kingtylerreigns]

Welcome to Waikiki

INVOLVED: Mia Carter, Tyler Carter, Nova Taylor, and Aaron Moore TIME FRAME: Tuesday, March 31, 2020 LOCATION: Waikiki, Honolulu, Hawaii SUMMARY: The clan of friends touch down in Waikiki and get settled into their villa before playing a mean game of UNO for the night and ordering some grub.

Tyler walked through the doors of the large villa, lugging a few of the bags into the place with a deep hum of appreciation. Sitting the bags down off to the side, Tyler looked back at everyone and said, “well this is it, four bedrooms, six bathrooms, and hella space.” He chuckled as he ran his hand over his short hair.

Mia followed behind Tyler with a small trunk like bag, it was her makeup case and about all he’d allow her to carry from the car that he arranged to pick them up. She looked around the villa with bright eyes, taking it all in especially the view from the backyard space. “Baby,” she squealed, her eyes moving to him still just as bright and appreciative as they were when they boarded the plane. “It’s beautiful,” she told him happily. “I love it already” she told him, walking over to him and leaning up on her toes to peck his lips gently.

Nova held her LV carry-on bag strap as she walked with it on her shoulder and she took in the spot Tyler had booked for them. Damn. She couldn’t believe he’d invited let alone paid, but after seeing the Villa she knew somewhere down the line she had to pay him back, it had to cost an arm and a leg a night. She licked her lips and took it all in, in aw. Wondering if there would be moments like this where Aaron surprised her with expensive trips, throwing money in everyone else’s faces without a care. Looking back at Aaron she smiled softly as she lowered the bag from her shoulder sitting it off to the side. “It’s bomb Tyler” she told him thankfully.

Aaron moved into the villa holding Nova’s bags on his shoulders and in his hands. He licked his lips as he looked around, sitting the bags with a surprised hum. “Wow,” he said aloud as he gazed around. The place looked expensive as hell. He looked over at Mia and Tyler, then at Nova and he licked his lips. “This is insane,” he chuckled, looking back at the two male workers as they brought in the rest of their bags on a cart, rolling it into the spacious living area for them.

Tyler chuckled softly as he pulled Mia close as he walked up to him. He held her by her waist, his hand gripping the thickest part of her hip as she kissed him. He kissed her back lovingly, his forehead resting against hers briefly before he lifted it and looked over at their friends. “Glad you guys like it,” he said, slipping one hand into the pocket of his cargo shorts, the other hand still gripping Mia’s hip. He looked around a bit more before he looked at the two men as they wheeled the cart into the room and he thanked them, sliding his hand from his pocket to slide them both one hundred-dollar bills. He looked down at Mia and smirked, kissing her nose before he looked to their friends again. “Fridges should be fully stocked. There’s a pool out back, it’s heating, plus the hot tub,” he began explaining. “Like I said there are four bedrooms, two bedroom on each wing of this villa, so I guess Mia and I will take the right wing and you two can take the left wing and we all meet in the middle. There’s obviously two extra bedrooms, do with yours what you will,” he said, looking to Nova and Aaron before he looked down at Mia, squeezing her hip. “Babe, I’m going to set up some stuff in our extra bedroom in case you want to record and I think there's a vanity in there for you to do your makeup,” he said thoughtfully.  

Mia smiled at Tyler happily, sitting her makeup trunk down for the moment as he spoke. She looked back at Nova, pretty happy to be enjoying this trip with her best friend. Who might she add, didn’t look as pregnant as she was, which only made her wonder just how big she’d get and how quickly or slowly. As Tyler went on to explain the layout she smiled again, privacy but with the excitement of friends nearby she liked that idea. Looking up at him she smiled “you are so thoughtful baby, thank you so much” she said sweetly planting another kiss on his lips. “I see you trying to get some cookie later” she joked in a hushed tone as she pecked his lips twice over.

Nova looked at Tyler and she nodded her head at him “okay, great” she said softly before she looked at Aaron. “I know” she breathed back to him, wrapping her arms around his waist gently as she watched the men bring in their things and she hummed softly to herself. She wanted to get all clean and do something right now, there was no telling when the next time she and he would get to experience a real vacation or even some along time once their son was born.

Aaron wrapped his arms around Nova as she wrapped her arms around his waist and he pressed a kiss to her hair. His strong arms held her firmly as he nodded along to Tyler’s words and he said, “oh word?” as he looked to the left side of the villa, eyeing the hallway there. He nodded a bit more before he leaned down, whispering into Nova’s ear. “I’ma make you scream tonight,” before he lifted his head.

Tyler looked around a bit more, his hand slowly sliding from Mia’s hip to her ass at her words. “You’re welcome baby,” he whispered to her before he looked at their friends, “and you guys don’t have to thank me, it’s Spring Break and we only live once right?” he said chuckling before he grew quiet at Mia’s whisper. Looking down at her, he smirked, squeezing her ass firmly in his large hand. “Oh most definitely,” he said back to her in a soft tone before he looked at Nova and Aaron again, “uh, there’s plenty to do,” he said, licking his lips, “a couple of hikes and nature walks, shopping -- of course, the botanical gardens, the aquarium, the zoo, there’s this dope ass art museum, I heard there’s this 5-hour food tour, surfing lessons for Aaron and I, canoe rides,” he paused looking at Mia, “there’s a bunch of fireworks shows and shit, plus there’s always the beach,” he said with a smirk.

Mia looked up at Tyler again and she licked her lips slowly as he gripped her ass with his large hand. Her eyes flickered before he began to explain all the activities they could do and she nodded along with his list. “All of it sounds fun, I think we can squeeze most of it in” she said looking back at her friends happily. “Especially the museum babe” she said looking into his eyes “I know you want to see that” she said softly.

Nova looked at Aaron at his words and she chuckled “oh I can imagine” she said to him, pecking the side of her face. She looked at Tyler pulling away from Aaron now as she rested one hand on her lower back and the other over her stomach. “It does” she agreed with Mia “I think us getting out and exploring sounds like a great idea. We should make the most of the trip, the villa is beautiful. But despite Mia and I being pregnant, I am sure we can get a decent amount of activities in” she told them.

Aaron let Nova go as she pulled away from him and he leaned against a pillar as he folded his arms over his broad chest casually nodding his head. “All that sounds fun,” he admitted, nodding along to Nova’s words. “I’m down for whatever,” he said as he dropped his arms and moved to sit down on the sofa, pulling Nova down into his lap. “I am a bit jet lagged though,” he admitted. “Maybe we should just chill and unpack for the night and get started bright and early tomorrow,” he suggested.

Tyler rubbed Mia’s ass in his hand idly as he looked down at her, then at their friends. “Got to go to the museum,” he smirked. “One of my pieces is in there,” he admitted. He shifted on his feet slightly as he nodded to Nova and Aaron, “yeah I tried to make sure I looked at the list of activities that you and Mia could partake in,” he said, “I wanted to be inclusive,” he chuckled. Looking at Aaron, Tyler said, “yeah that’s a good idea.”

Mia looked to Tyler and she smirked “really?” Mia asked him both shocked and having just learned about this for the first time today. She would have to take photos and vlog that for their child. Mia’s hand rested on Tyler’s hip as she looked back at Aaron and Nova, she nodded. “Okay” she said to the three.

Nova smirked at Tyler “you had it all mapped out bro” she chuckled at him as Aaron pulled her down in his lap and she sat. Rubbing her belly gently as she did, calming their moving son.

Aaron rubbed Nova’s stomach with her as they sat and he nodded along, looking at Tyler. “Oh dope,” he said as he shifted slightly on the couch. Nodding, Aaron rested his head back against the couch.

After doing a little unpacking and taking a shower, Tyler sat at the table in the middle of the villa shuffling a deck of UNO cards as he looked around the table at everyone. “No cheating,” he said knowingly.

Mia sat among her husband and friends, she had on an airy sundress and her braids were half up half down. As Tyler shuffled the UNO deck, she smirked at him, chuckling a little from her seat before she lifted a glass of pineapple and mango juice up, taking a sip from it.

Nova shifted in her chair next to Aaron and she popped a strawberry into her mouth, chewing lightly on it. She looked at Tyler and smirked “who cheats playing UNO?” she pressed with a knowing smirk. She wasn’t a cheater, but UNO could make the best of friends, the worst of enemies. “Baby you want some?” Nova asked Aaron, offering fruit from her bowl to Aaron, as her other hand rubbed her stomach idly.

Aaron sat back, holding his beer on his knee as he looked around the table and he smirked. “No cheating over here man,” he said before he lifted the beer to his lips, taking a sip. Looking at Nova, he nodded as he took the fork, eating a few pieces of the fruit. “Thanks bae,” he said softly.

Tyler squinted at everyone and he said, “y’all know y’all some cheaters,” as he paused his shuffling to pick up the instructions, “we playing UNO rules, man, none of that hood shit ya mama taught you,” he chuckled as he began to hand out cards one by one.

Mia snorted at Tyler shaking her head “I remember one of two games spanning all the way to freshmen year” she said with a grin as she looked at Aaron and Nova. Somewhere down the line she figured they did it to get a rise out of Tyler, which now amused her knowing what she knew about him. Mia took another sip of her drink before she popped a cracker into her mouth. “Oh lord” she said in response to Tyler, looking at him from her seat to his left.

Nova pulled the strapless dress she had on up in the front a bit, tucking her large breast away as she did, and she crossed her ankles gently as Aaron ate. Nova chuckled at Tyler “sometimes you gotta leave the past in the past brother” she said playfully as she sipped from her glass of water idly.

Aaron snorted a bit and he looked at Mia, hands up in defensive, “it wasn’t me,” he admitted throwing Nova under the bus. “I was just an innocent bystander,” he chuckled, taking another sip of his beer, collecting his cards one by one. He had a pretty decent hand.

Tyler licked his lips as he finished passing out the cards and he chuckled as he said, “yeah, yeah,” before he dropped down his first card, a green zero. Picking up his beer, he took a sip before he sat his cards down on the table, moving his hand to Mia’s thigh, giving her a loving squeeze.

Mia looked between Aaron and Nova chuckling gently as she picked her cards and placed them in order to her liking before she looked at the green zero. Feeling Tyler’s hands on her thigh she put down a yellow zero puckering her lips out for him to kiss as she closed her hand around her cards protectively.

Nova looked to Aaron with raised brows and she said “wow” to him shaking her head and licking her lips. “You're wrong for that” she told him easily as she took a sip of her water, smirking. Watching Tyler and Mia she grabbed her cards and looked at them, having nothing. She pulled a card from the deck before she put that one down, sitting the yellow five down luckily.

Aaron smirked at Nova and he leaned over, kissing her jawline. “It’s all love baby,” he said sweetly, trying to sneak a look at her cards in the process. Leaning back over in his chair, he looked at the options that he had before he placed down a yellow draw two, looking at Tyler with a shrug, “sorry bro,” he chuckled.

Tyler smirked as Mia leaned in and he kissed her back sweetly, watching as she protected her cards in the process. Smart. “Love you babe,” he said before he looked at the pile then at Aaron with a scowl, “oh it was all Nova,” he said mockingly as he picked up two cards, a yellow one and a green five.

Mia looked to Aaron and then to Tyler, shaking her head at both men as she dropped a yellow reverse card and she looked at Aaron smugly. Hopefully her husband had a good card in his hand to play.

Nova looked at Aaron pursing her lips “uh, uh get back” she said to him knowingly. “Trying to see my hand” she mumbled as she popped a grape in her mouth. Nova looked at Tyler and Aaron’s exchange before she looked at Mia and she hid behind her hand. Hm.

Aaron looked at Nova and he smirked, chuckling a little. “I am not, just trying to get a little sugar,” he said, lying through his teeth before he took another sip of his beer. Looking over at Mia as she placed down a reserve, Aaron frowned. “Oh c’mon,” he said, shaking his head.

Tyler looked at Mia and he smirked as she placed down the reserve. He looked down at his hand before he picked out his wild draw four and placed it down on the pile, looking at Aaron with a smirk. “Payback is a bitch ain’t it. The color is red.”

Mia looked at Tyler as he dropped the draw four on Aaron, and she grabbed her glass taking a long sip of the juice before she sat it back down, having been hiding her cards against her chest. She was going to win this little did any of them know.

Nova looked at Aaron and cut her eyes at her boyfriend before she looked at Tyler gloating and she smacked her lips. “Lord” she said as she placed a red eight down on the stack. She popped two more grapes into her mouth.

Aaron grumbled softly to himself as he looked at Tyler and he picked up four cards with a huff. “It’s cool, I got you,” he said as he nodded his head, already plotting his revenge. Reaching over, the grabbed the fork, getting a piece of pineapple out of Nova’s bowl.

Tyler sat back, his cards in his hand under the table as he looked around at everyone, trying to gauge their expressions.

Mia looked to Aaron hiding her amusement as she looked at her hand, now per the rules whatever she was left with as a high card would count against her. And a draw was a high card, the likelihood of her losing is about 50/50 so she had to get rid of it. Dropping the red draw two card down Mia looked to her husband apologetically.

Nova looked at Tyler and Mia, then to Aaron as he stole some fruit and she licked her lips hiding her hand from him feeling he was cheating himself right now.

Aaron watched as Mia placed down the draw two and he smirked, his eyes growing a bit wide. Mia had just drawn first relationship blood. It was about to get wild now. He licked his lips as he placed down his green draw two, looking at Nova with a smirk.

Tyler slowly turned to look at Mia after she placed the card down. He blinked slowly, his expression sad and his eyes hurt. “Wow, it be your own wife man…” he said, shaking his head as he picked up two new cards, adding them to his hands. As Aaron dropped a draw two on Nova, he snorted softly.

Mia looked to Tyler with a pout “I’ll make it up to you later baby,” she cooed at him lovingly. Mia watched Aaron and then looked to Nova before she dropped a wild card and changed the color to yellow.

Nova looked at Aaron with a hard gaze “oh, we playing at this shit tonight I see” she said shifting with her chair moving it away from Aaron. “You dead wrong” she said, eyeing him up and down as she drew two cards from the deck, sorting her hand now.

Aaron looked across the table at Mia and Tyler before he looked at Nova and he said, “baby all’s fair in love and war,” with a chuckle.

Tyler looked over at Mia and he said, “you better,” before he looked at Aaron and Nova and laughed a bit. He placed down a yellow four, it was a safe bet.

Mia looked to Tyler, amusement written across her face at his words and she looked back at the table.

Nova looked to Aaron again and she squinted “keep it up” she threatened him lightly as she popped another grape into her mouth, sliding her bowl over where she was resting now.

Aaron looked at Nova with an expression of sorry as he dropped down a yellow skip and he puckered his lips some as he said, “I still love you though,” sweetly. “You’re my fucking cinnamon apple,” he chuckled.

Tyler snorted at Aaron and his recall of the old vine that they all used to laugh over. “You’re an idiot man,” he said shaking his head as he finished off his beer before he got up from the table, holding his cards close to his chest as he did. He walked around the table slowly, moving into the kitchen to toss the empty beer bottle into the trash before grabbing another, using the drawer handle, to pop it open.

Mia looked at Aaron and she shook her head with a smirk as she placed a yellow six down. She popped another cracker into her mouth.

Nova looked to Aaron as he skipped and she blinked slowly finding no amusement in his or Tyler’s antics. As Tyler got up to get another beer, she sat back slowly eyeing the table now. Shit just got serious around her.

Aaron sat back, looking at Nova with kissy faces as she ignored him. As Tyler got up, Aaron said, “aye grab me one too,” as he quickly guzzled down the last of his beer, sitting the bottle on the floor.

Tyler looked over at Aaron’s words and he said, “bet,” as he grabbed another bottle, opening it up against the drawer as well, before he walked back over to the table. Sitting down he handed Aaron his beer across the table before he took a sip of his own. “Oh, is it my turn?” he asked as he fanned out his cards once more, his hand back under the table as he eyed his options. Sitting the beer down, he grabbed a blue six and placed it on the top of the pile.

Mia watched Tyler go grab him and Aaron another beer from the kitchen; she rested her hand aside as she picked up the plate of cheese and crackers. She popped a piece of cheese into her mouth munching on it. He had managed to change the color but that was fine, she was still going to win this round of the game easy.

Nova continued to ignore Aaron as she finished the bowl of fruit alone, placing the last strawberry into her mouth and chewing on it as she watched Tyler return and play.

Aaron took the beer as Tyler handed it over and he said, “thanks,” as he took a sip before he dropped down a blue skip with a snort, looking at Nova out the corner of his eye. It wasn’t his fault the cards got reserved. Truly Mia was to blame. He was just trying to get the big cards out his hand.

Tyler snorted at Aaron, dropped down another skip for Nova and he sat back, shaking his head. Nova was going to be pissed, this Tyler knew to be fact.

Mia looked at Aaron as he skipped Nova again and her eyes grew, he was taunting her, and she had to hide her amusement because of it. Mia sat the plate aside as she picked her cards back up “UNO” she said as she dropped the wild card “the color is yellow” she told them all.

Nova looked at Aaron again and said “really?” to him her eyebrows to her hairline as she shifted in her chair. She leaned up against the table, there was no way Aaron was about to continue to play with her like this.

Aaron looked over at Nova and he said, “I’m just trying to lose my hand,” chuckling. “Mia reserved it, blame her, this should all be going to Tyler,” he countered.

Tyler shook his head, “uh-uh, don’t blame my baby, you got other cards in ya hand,” he said easily as he placed down his yellow one. If Mia won, he wouldn't be too mad, though he surely wanted to win for himself.

Mia looked at Aaron and snorted “you are so full of it, please, Nova he is enjoying doing that to you” she corrected easily. She smirked and looked at Tyler “that’s right baby” she said pecking his cheek.

Nova looked at Aaron with a raised brow before she looked at Mia and said “oh I know” easily shaking her head as she drank down some more of her drink.

Aaron looked over at Tyler and Mia and he smacked his lips. “Y’all make me sick,” he joked as he placed down a yellow eight before he looked at Nova.

Tyler smirked, looking at Mia as she leaned in to peck his cheek and he covered his cards. “I got your back baby,” he said with a small laugh at Aaron’s words.

Mia looked at Aaron and said “we love you too” slyly. She pushed her plate aside and drank down her drink, finishing it as she sat her empty glass aside as well.

Nova said nothing as she placed down what she had which was a blue eight, and she sat back with her cards still in her hand watching Tyler and Mia both.

Aaron squinted at Tyler and Mia and he said, “yeah, yeah,” as he watched Nova finally take a turn. “Gimme kiss,” he said as he leaned towards Nova.

Tyler chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. He looked at Mia as she finished off her drink, asking, “did you want more to drink?”

Mia didn’t have anything to place down so she drew a card and she licked her lips, someone just had to change the damn color she could have won by now. Looking at her husband she said “yes, water please” she told him sweetly.

Nova looked at Aaron as he puckered his lips up towards her, she scrunched her face and her mouth twisted before she said “uh, uh” to him easily “boy get out my face” she fanned as she shifted away from him once more. “Think you cute… butthole” she mumbled under her breath as she swung her feet, one leg crossed over the other.

Aaron looked at the pile out the corner of his eye as Mia drew a card before he looked back at Nova and he said, “c’mon baby, just one,” even as she leaned away from him again and he smirked.

Tyler nodded at Mia’s request and he placed down a blue five, before he got up with his cards in his hand. He grabbed her glass and moved into the kitchen. Quickly he rinsed the glass out before he opened the fridge and pulled out the pitcher, quickly filling Mia’s glass.

Mia watched as Tyler put down a card before getting up to get her some water and she shifted in her chair looking at the two across from her with a smirk.

Nova looked at Aaron, eyeing him up and down “oh no, snake” she said with a chuckle. “A snake is a guy that can’t get no love from me” she told him as she sipped her water gently.

Aaron leaned up, playing a blue two, before he said, “now how you going to ruin a hit song like that,” with a chuckle.

Walking back over with his cards in hand, Tyler handed Mia her glass over water as he sat down.

Mia snorted at Aaron and Nova before she said “she really just tried to remix Scrub” laughing all the while. She looked to Tyler and said “thank you baby” softly.

Nova looked to Mia and Aaron hiding her smirk as he dropped a blue draw two on Mia and she shook her head. “Easy” she said slyly to them both.

Aaron laughed softly, looking across at Tyler and Mia before he said, “ohhh,” as Nova dropped a draw two on Mia.

Tyler shook his head, “a disgrace,” he said looking at Aaron with a shake of his head, “left eye somewhere rolling over in her grave,” he said chuckling before he paused, looking at his wife.

Mia looked at Tyler with a snort before she looked at Nova with raised brows “wow��� she said picking up her two cards from the deck. She put them in order, trying to hide her annoyance that she could had the game moves ago if it wasn’t for the color being changed.

Nova licked her lips and she tilted her head at Mia “what?” she asked her softly “I had to get rid of that card” she shrugged playing stupid like everyone else.

Aaron looked between Mia and Nova and he bit his lip. Oh boy. Things just got realer. “Simmer, simmer,” he said with a smirk.

Tyler looked at Nova then at his wife and he shook his head as he drew a card, not having had anything to play.

“On me huh?” Mia said, pursing her lips at the woman for a moment. “Mhm” she drugged out, nodding her head as she took a long sip from her water glass.

Nova chuckled at Mia “it’s okay big baby” she teased at her playfully as she looked at Aaron who was up next.

Aaron looked at Mia, then at Nova and he tucked his lips in as he played his blue seven, he was not touching that.

Tyler chuckled until Nova spoke her words and he said, “aye, won’t be none of that shit,” he said to Nova quickly, shaking his head. “I’ll shut all this shit down,” he told them all.

Mia said nothing in response to Nova, squinting at her lightly until she heard Tyler’s words and she looked at him. “Ty” she breathed easily to him; he was supposed to be working on that. “She’s joking, calm down” she said to him quietly, he hand squeezing his leg under the table.

“Well damn the jokester, can’t take a joke” Nova said putting down a blue nine as she gazed at Tyler. In many ways they were night and day others, they were just the same. She angered quickly and so did he.

Aaron looked at Tyler and he sat up a bit, “aye now,” he said as he sat his cards down on the table gesturing between all of them. “Shut it all down,” he said looking at all of them. “I get you defending your girl now Tyler, but this…” he said pointing to Nova, “don’t do it…”

Tyler looked at Mia at her words and he rolled his jaw slightly. “Shit ain’t funny,” he said to Nova before looking at Aaron and he smacked his lips. He looked at Mia before he sat back, licking his lips slowly. He’d be cool.

Mia looked at Tyler as he continued his banter with Nova, and she just looked at the side of his face. Mia turned back to her hand quietly, saying nothing more as she put down the draw four and said to everyone “the color is green” very quietly.

Nova looked at Tyler tilting her head slowly before she looked at Aaron as he barked back at the man. Nova smirked to herself as she sat back in her chair again, when Mia dropped her card, she looked at Tyler expectantly.

Aaron looked across the table at Tyler and he licked his lips slowly. If he needed, he would fuck Tyler up, the trip be dammed.

Tyler looked over at Mia as she placed down the wild draw four and he nodded slowly as he picked up four new cards, adding them to his hand.

Mia looked at her hand and she licked her lips slowly, she looked over at Nova speaking a full conversation with her eyes.

Nova looked at Mia, she shrugged her shoulders lightly as the women both spoke telepathically to each other across the table.

Aaron grew very quiet, drawing back some as he let out a sigh. Looking at his hand, he huffed a bit, he didn’t have anything green. Reaching out, he grabbed a card before he let out a triumphant noise. He placed down the wild card and said, “yellow.”

Tyler sat back, dragging his hand down his face as he looked at his hand full of cards, a little irritated now.

Mia pulled her eyes away from Nova and she looked at Aaron as he changed the color again. She licked her lips looking at the cards in her hand now.

Nova looked at Aaron as he changed the color to yellow and she dropped a yellow eight down behind him luckily.

Aaron rubbed his hands together a bit, his cards hiding under the table. Looking over at Nova, he hummed as she placed down her card.

Tyler shifted in his seat, picking up his beer and he took a long sip, chugging it down. He finished the bottle before he sat it aside.

Mia placed a yellow five down, it was all the yellow she had at the moment she looked at Tyler’s empty bottle as he sat it down, her eyes moved to his face afterwards. She caressed his leg loving again under the table before she placed another cracker in her mouth.

Nova looked over at Aaron and she finally leaned in pecking his lips, for his knight and shining armor act he’d get the pussy slung to him tonight no doubt.

Aaron looked over at Nova, smirking a bit as she kissed his lips. He smiled slightly, letting out a hum as he reached over, placing his hand on Nova’s thigh. “Love you babe,” he whispered.

Tyler glanced at Mia as she placed her hand down on his leg. He rubbed his lips together, placing his hand over Mia’s briefly before he placed down a yellow two.

Mia looked at Tyler, watching him place a card down and she pulled her hand away focusing on the game once more.

Nova smirked “I love you more” she told Aaron easily before she raised her glass to her mouth finishing her drink and sitting it back down against the table as Tyler dropped his card.

Aaron smirked back at Nova before he leaned back, placing down his yellow four. The silence around the table was honestly a bit unbearable. However, he wasn’t going to say anything.

Tyler let out a sigh, reaching across to place his hand on Mia’s thigh, giving her a squeeze there.

Mia pulled her lip into her mouth for a moment before she reached for her glass and drank down some more water. She sat the glass back down, eyeing the deck of cards.

Nova pulled a card from the deck and sighed at the color of it, now she was curious to see who would win the fucking game at this point. She moved to stand up and she said “bathroom break” she held her cards in her hands. “You niggas cheat I’m beatin’ all y’all asses” she said pointing around the table as she walked off towards the bathroom.

Aaron watched Nova draw her card and he looked at the expression on her face before she stood. At her words, he chuckled, and he smirked, watching her hips as she walked away. Looking over at Mia and Tyler he grew quiet once more.

Tyler licked his lips, pulling his hand away from Mia and he looked over at Nova, shaking his head at her words. Licking his lips once more, he sighed out, rubbing his hand down his face again before he stood, going into the kitchen to grab another beer.

Mia looked at Nova and she snorted lightly at her “if you come back with more cards than you left with, we know who the real cheater is” as the girl disappeared. Mia looked at Tyler as he got up to get another beer and she looked back at the table in the meantime she drew the card she needed to and held it for a moment in her hand knowingly.

Nova chuckled at Mia, she moved in the bathroom sitting the cards aside and she relieved herself for a moment before she finished and fixed her clothing. She washed her hands and dried them off before she picked her cards back up and moved back out to where everyone else were and she sat back down.

Aaron watched Tyler rise from the table and he looked at his own beer, he had a ways to go. He was good. He took a sip of the drink before he looked over at Mia, watching as she held the card in her hand.

Tyler came back to the table, drinking down some of the beer as he sat down. He looked over at Mia, then at Nova as she sat back down, and he looked at the cards in his hand. “Did you go?” he asked Mia.

“I was holding it in my hand for Nova to return,” Mia said to Tyler, not looking at him directly. She placed the yellow nine down in the stack and licked her lips as she waited for the next person to move.

Nova looked at Tyler as he returned and she rolled her eyes slightly, he was going to be uptight and mad this entire trip now which would piss me off, seeing as it already was and then she and Aaron would be monkeys in the middle. She looked back at Tyler, to apologize would be to confess she was calling Mia more than a big baby which she wasn’t.

Aaron looked at Nova as she came back and he glanced at Mia as she spoke. He nodded slowly, looking at the card Mia placed down before he looked at his own hand.

Tyler nodded at Mia’s words and he took another sip of his beer. Looking at the card she placed down, Tyler drew a card, holding the wild draw four in his hand. “Pass,” he said easily, looking around the table.

Mia watched Tyler pull a card from the deck and pass up his chance to go and licked her lips with a smirk, interesting. She grabbed her glass of water and finished it before she sat it aside completely.

Nova looked at Tyler and she raised a brow at him before she looked at Aaron knowing it was his turn to play.

Aaron looked at Tyler a bit shocked as he skipped his turn and he rose an eyebrow. He looked around the table slowly, taking in their expressions before he placed his card down, a yellow one.

Tyler looked at the cards in his hand, eyeing the draw four and he licked his lips slowly. Did he want to use it? Tilting his head to the side a bit, he took another sip of his beer.

Mia looked to her husband hiding her hand from him, he was about to do something fucked up she could tell by his demeanor and she squinted. “What are you over there thinking about?” she asked amused, as she chuckled lightly to herself.

Nova looked at Tyler as he sat there sipping his beer, at Mia’s words she chuckled as she dropped her green one, changing the color thankfully.

Aaron eyed Tyler and he picked up his beer, taking a sip. Looking at Nova, he watched as she placed down the green one, changing the color. He smirked a bit.

Tyler looked at his wife, rubbing his hand over his scruff a bit. “Nothing,” he smirked a bit, shaking his head. “Get out my hand,” he chuckled, holding his cards close.

Mia snorted at Tyler “we are married, what’s yours is mine baby. Your hand is my hand” she said to him as he tried to hide it protectively from her. No matter Mia said “UNO” cutely towards him and dropped her green nine against the table.

Nova looked at Tyler “who is the cheater now I wonder?” she said aloud as Mia called UNO again and she sighed heavily. The girl was going to win.

Aaron looked over at Mia and Tyler at their banter and he chuckled before Mia called UNO and dropped down a green card. He looked at Mia shocked, when had she placed down all of her cards. “Wait a minute,” he said, shaking his head, “I’m calling bullshit.”

Tyler looked at Mia as she spoke, and he shook his head. “Oh yeah, so what’s in your hand?” he asked her before she played, calling UNO and his neck jerked back. “What?” he said looking at her, “what the fuck?” he asked, confused. “How?” he questioned as he placed down his wild draw four for Aaron. “Red,” he said.

Mia looked at everyone at the table and she chuckled “oh so now I am the cheater? Mia out of all people? The quiet Christian woman” she joked lightly as Tyler dropped his card and she looked to Aaron. “Oop.”

Nova looked to Tyler and Aaron and she smirked before she looked at Mia. When Tyler dropped his card, she looked at Aaron and she pulled the card. Having nothing else in her deck and she pulled a red skip and she dropped it skipping Mia.

Aaron looked at Mia, “yes you, the quiet Christian woman, those are the ones you gotta watch,” he joked. As Tyler made him draw, he pursed his lips as he picked up four cards. “Fucker,” he muttered out as he added the cards to his hand before Nova skipped Mia and he smirked.

Tyler shook his head. “Ain’t so innocent to me,” he said knowingly, watching as Aaron picked up his cards and Nova skip Mia. He chuckled before he placed down a red reserve, turning the game around.

Mia looked at Tyler and she nudged him “hey” she said softly “you are my husband; you co-sign me boy” she playfully as Nova skipped her. She squinted before her husband reversed and she licked her lips slowly. Mia had to draw a card but when she did, she called out “UNO” again and placed the red three down on the table.

Nova shook her head, chuckling as the direction was reversed, she looked at Tyler, if Mia dropped a high card, she was going to beat him up. However, she did luckily, and Nova dropped a blue three changing the color on them all.

Aaron rubbed his full beard, looked around the table as Tyler reversed the game. He smirked, taking a sip of his beer with a chuckle as Mia drew a card only to play a card, calling UNO once more. “Damn.” As Nova changed the color, Aaron smirked and he played his blue four, humming softly.

Tyler looked over at Mia and he gave her a look, smiling. “Mia,” he said wiggling his eyebrows at her. As she called UNO once more, Tyler snorted, shaking his head. “Ain’t this ‘bout a bitch,” he grumbled softly. As Aaron played his blue four, Tyler smirked, Mia clearly didn’t have red, so he changed the color with a red four.

Mia looked at Tyler shaking her head before she noticed the color being changed and she sighed heavily. It was getting down to the wire or so she thought. She pulled a card from the deck and said “UNO” again, dropping a red five down on the stack. Looking to her husband she pecked his cheek sweetly.

Nova looked at Tyler and said “well I’ll be, working together now I see” she told him before she licked her lips. She pulled a card from the deck unable to move and she sat back.

Aaron looked at Tyler and Mia, shaking his head as he licked his lips. How in the hell did Mia keep getting lucky man. At Nova’s words, he snorted before he placed down a red reserve card, flipping it once again.

Tyler looked at Mia as she shook her head before she pulled and played once more. “Fuck man,” he grunted as she kissed his cheek and he grumbled softly. “Mhmm,” he hummed out before he smirked, placing his hand on her thigh. As Nova pulled and Aaron reserved the game, Tyler licked his lips.

Mia looked at Tyler and she smirked before she watched Aaron and Nova fast at work. The game had been reversed again and she waited.

Nova looked to Aaron and she pulled another card before she dropped the red four, she picked up onto the table.

Aaron looked over at Nova, then at Tyler and Mia as Nova played and he sipped his beer. “Game long as fuck,” he joked, shaking his head.

Tyler squeezed Mia’s thigh gently before he removed his hand, picking up his beer and sipping some down. At Aaron’s words he smirked, “‘cause y’all nigglet’s cheating.”

Mia looked at Tyler and she nodded her head “exactly!” she said aloud “I should have been out 10 times, damn cheaters” she chuckled. Mia reached in front of her and grabbed a card from the deck once more, rolling her eyes. Damn them.

Nova licked her lips and she chuckled “it’s about you not winning baby girl” she said mockingly, knowing Tyler often called her such. “Dog eats dog World”.

Aaron looked over at Mia and Tyler and he grunted, “yeah and that’s some bullshit, how you ain’t got no cards,” he huffed, looking at Mia’s hand. At Nova’s words, Aaron shook his head.

Tyler looked at Mia, licking his lips. “Uh-uh, you right where you need to be,” he said, “with them cards in ya hand,” he said as he played his red eight before he squinted at Nova.

“All I hear is a bunch of niggas hatin’” Mia said looking around the table. “Sore damn losers” she added to them all as she shook her head. Mia shifted in her seat, leaning further away from Tyler as she crossed one leg over the other.

Nova looked to Tyler and smirked widely at him, provoking the beast as usual. She looked to Aaron wondering what move he’d make next.  

Aaron snorted out, laughing at Mia’s words and he said, “I’m just saying, you the only one to have called UNO four times,” he laughed before he played his wild card, “yellow.”

Tyler looked at Mia as she leaned away from him and he chuckled. “Remember that,” he said to her with a smirk, watching as Aaron changed the color.

“J-e-a-l-o-u-s” Mia spelt out to Aaron with a smirk before she hoisted her swollen ankle up into Tyler’s lap and said “remember that” to him easily as she licked her lips. “This nigga wants to change the color to yellow” she mumbled to herself.

Nova looked at Aaron, she chuckled to herself silently before she looked at his pick and heard the color he chose. Rolling her eyes, she pulled from the deck and held the card in her hand unable to take a turn. She hated her hand right now.

Aaron smirked at Mia and he shook his head. “B-I-G M-A-D,” he spelled out to her before he laughed, watching as Nova pulled and didn’t play. He nodded slowly, so she didn’t have yellow.

Tyler chuckled, looking at Mia as she placed her feet into his lap and he adjusted his cards into one hand, holding them close to his chest as he began to massage her feet and ankles with his other hand.

Mia looked as Nova pulled a card and she sighed doing the same, she had nothing to use. She pulled from the deck and lucked up on a yellow reverse card and she dropped it down. She looked at Nova as she rolled her ankle in Tyler’s hand gently.

Nova looked at Mia as she reversed it back to her and she pursed her lips a bit, she didn’t have anything didn’t Mia know that. She chuckled, shaking her head as she pulled another card “this is a shame” she said aloud, she grabbed a yellow skip card and smacked it down looking at Aaron. She winked at him gently before she looked at Tyler.

Aaron looked at Mia as she picked up a card and placed it back down, reversing the game once more. He licked his lips, looking at Nova as she picked up a card before dropping a skip. “Damn babe,” he said, shaking his head. “Cold world.”

Tyler chuckled softly, watching the game play out as he looked at the cards in his hand. He didn’t have a yellow, so when it became his turn, he drew a card quickly, sitting back with a sigh as he continued to massage Mia’s feet and ankles.

Mia smirked at Nova as she smacked the card down skipping Aaron, it was Tyler's move and he had nothing. Amusing. She still didn’t have anything to use so she pulled a card from the deck and she rested in her hand before she shifted with a groan “I have to use the bathroom” she said as she removed her feet from Tyler’s lap. She moved to stand on her feet, and she sat her cards down on the table, at this point of time she didn’t care how it swayed the game was long as hell. She gathered her flowy sundress and moved for the bathroom.

Nova looked at Aaron and began mocking him “aww babe” she said puckering her lips. “All fun in love and war” she told him with a head shake and a smirk, licking her lips as she rested back against the chair. As Mia got up to use the bathroom, she rested her hand of cards against the table waiting for Mia to go, she had to draw anyway.

Aaron scrunched his nose at Nova and he laughed out, “don’t use my words against me,” he chuckled. As Mia announced that she had to use the restroom, he nodded, sitting back in his chair as he asked, “so we ordering out for dinner?”

Tyler licked his lips, sitting his cards face down on the table as Mia pulled her feet from his lap and stood up to go to the bathroom. He nodded slowly, standing up himself to stretch a bit. “Uh, we can doesn’t matter to me,” he said truthfully. “What you wanna to Nova?”

Mia moved into the restroom and she relieved herself for a moment looking down at her feet and ankles as she did. When she was done, she cleaned herself up and fixed her clothes before she washed her hands. When she was done with that, she dried her hand before she looked down at her feet again, taking both in and the swell of her ankles. After a moment Mia walked out of the bathroom, finally dropping her dress as it now hid her swollen feet once more. She moved into the room and she looked to Tyler quietly before she sat down at the table. She picked up her cards and said, “did anyone go?” avoiding their faces.

Nova looked at the two men and she said “I kind of want to try something native to them, though I am sure everything is some kind of seafood dish and Mia and I aren’t supposed to have much of that” she told them both. “Maybe there is like a pizza place, or somewhere with a nice burger” she breathed happily. She watched Mia walk back in and she looked her over, before she shook her head “no we were talking about dinner, trying to see what we are going to do” she said. “You good?” she asked her. She leaned forward and pulled a card from the deck still unable to play.

Aaron listened to Tyler and he nodded before he looked at Nova as she spoke. He said, “I’m sure they’ve got some good American food too,” easily. “Pizza or burgers sounds good,” he admitted, rubbing his stomach a bit. As Mia returned, he asked, “what you trying to eat?”

Tyler looked at Nova and he nodded slowly. “I don’t think all of their native dishes have fish,” he said with a shrug, honestly not sure. As Mia returned, he looked at her and he patted his lap for her to return her feet there, they needed to be elevated to reduce the swelling. “Yeah we’re trying to decide on dinner,” Tyler told Mia, licking his lips.

Mia placed her feet in Tyler’s lap once more and she looked to Nova at her question “yes” she said, though she was concerned about her feet it didn’t have to be everyone else’s concern. She looked to Aaron and then to Tyler, sighing softly she shrugged “whatever you guys choose is fine” she said her mind elsewhere. “I’m not picky right now.”

Nova looked at Mia and nodded her head at her gently, before the girl rested back in her sleep. “Pizza and burgers” she said easily then to everyone as she waited for the next person to go. She licked her lips before she moved to get up, grabbing herself some more water from the kitchen, she added a little lemon to it before returning to the group and sitting back down.

Aaron rubbed his beard a bit more, watching as Nova didn’t play and he said, “sounds good to me,” as he played his yellow three.

Tyler allowed Mia to place her feet back in his lap and he resumed his massages with a hum. “I’ll order in a few,” he said as he played a green three, changing the color with a smirk. With that one, he sat his cards down on the table and reached into his pocket for his phone, unlocking it and navigating it with his freehand as he continued to massage Mia’s feet with his other.

Mia watched their moves, the color changed again and she nodded her head. “Sounds good” she said offering them a smile as she looked to her husband as he prepared to order food for them. Mia dropped a green eight thankful the colored had changed, no maybe she could end this game.

Nova watched the play of cards against the table and after Mia went, she smirked. She used a green draw two on Aaron and looked at him quickly before she drank some water. “Sorry baby” she said to him.

Aaron watched Tyler and Mia as they interacted before he nodded as Tyler pulled out his phone. Looking at Nova as she placed a draw two, he grabbed his two cards shaking his head and he said, “it’s okay,” with a sigh as he leaned over, puckering his lips.

Tyler moved to his Postmates app, quickly finding a variety of options. “So, burgers or pizza or both?” he asked curiously, chuckling at Nova and Aaron as he placed his phone down for a moment to look at his cards and he played a green six, before he placed the cards back down and picked his phone back up.

Mia looked at Tyler and she said “I kind want pizza and fries” sweetly to him as he continued to massage her feet for her. Mia looked to her hand and said “UNO” once more as she placed the green seven down on the table.

Nova looked at Tyler and said “both” easily as she watched Mia and she cocked her head to the side. “You better win too” she told her after all of this. That was until she looked at her own hand and she shook her head, dropping the red seven and changing the color, it was all she had. She leaned over to Aaron and pecked his lips sweetly, staying there a little longer than anticipated before she pulled away.

Aaron looked over at Tyler and Mia and he nodded, “both,” he said easily. Licking his lips, he said, “try to see if you can order wings with the pizza,” he said easily before Nova kissed him and he smiled as he leaned back in his seat properly, playing a red two.

Tyler listened to their words and he said, “gotcha,” as he began ordering. First, he added the pizza and the wings into the order. “I’ma get two pizzas one meat lovers and one cheese and the 75 bone-in wings, 25 hot, 25 BBQ, and 25 lemon pepper” he explained. Before he said, “and I’m just going to get eight cheeseburgers and eight orders of fries,” he said as he put the order into the phone. “Anything else?” he asked as he moved to quickly play his red one.

Mia looked to her husband as he ordered some food and she licked her lips slowly at the thought of it. Biting her lips, she watched the men play their cards and she pulled one having no other option.

Nova shook her head at Tyler “I think that’s good” she said to him easily as she played a red six behind the men seeing as Mia couldn’t go.

Aaron nodded at Tyler as he listed off what he was ordering, and he nodded his head. That was a lot of food, but the night was still young, and they were probably going to get hungry again and the more leftovers meant less cooking later. Reaching out, he grabbed a card adding it to his hand.

Tyler placed the order and he sat the phone down before he played his red one, sitting his cards face down on the table as he used both hands to rub Mia’s feet, looking over at her with a slight worried expression.

As before Mia had nothing and she pulled a card still unable to move, she looked to her husband as he looked to her, she tucked her lips in and waited for Nova to move before she looked back at her hand.

Nova looked to see that Aaron was unable to play, and when Tyler dropped a card down, she looked over at Mia. she wasn’t able to play either and she sighed leaning forward to pull a card as well it was a red card and it was a draw two. She sighed and dropped it down “sorry again baby” she breathed quietly.

Aaron rubbed his hand down his face as Nova dropped another draw two on him and he sighed out as he grabbed the cards, adding them to his hand. He eyed his cards with a shake of his head. No way he was coming back from his.

Tyler eyed Mia with a bit of his lip before he looked at the pile on the table. He looked at his hand before he drew a card, adding it to his deck before he sat his cards back down and he returned his eyes to Mia, looking at her knowingly.

Mia watched as Tyler pulled a card and she looked back at him tilting her head a bit. Why was he gazing at her like that, she didn’t know why they were swelling either and she was trying not to think about it too much. She leaned forward with a stretch and grabbed a card before she looked back at him.

Nova bit her lip watching Aaron and then she watched everyone else before she pulled a card. Receiving something she could use she placed the red five down on the stack, watching the other deck lower with time.

Aaron looked around the table, watching Mia play, then Nova play before he used a green five, changing the color with a hum.

Tyler looked at Mia and he licked his lips as he watched her and Nova play. He looked down at her ankles in his lap, rubbing them tenderly. There was clearly something going on but neither of them knew specifically what. They’d have to see the doctor as soon as they got back to Texas. Lifting his cards, he looked at his options before he too played a green five.

Mia watched Tyler examine her ankles much like she’d done herself in the bathroom. And she looked at the table, the color had changed again finally. Mia dropped what she had available, skipping Nova.

Nova looked at Aaron and then Tyler as the both of them played, when Mia dropped her card skipping her, she shook her head at her.

Aaron looked around the table, trying to eye the amount of cards everyone had before he played his green two, sitting back slowly.

Tyler rubbed Mia’s ankles and he continued to bite his lip as he played his green nine; he only had a few cards left in his hand. Would he be able to finesse this win?

Mia placed a green three down as the game began to heat back up again a little for the crew and everyone became very serious again about the game.

Nova looked at Mia, making sure she didn’t have another trick up her sleeve before she dropped a blue three down, changing the color once more.

Aaron leaned forward, close to the table as everyone slapped their cards down and he looked at their hands with a huff shaking his head as he played his blue one.

“Uno!” Tyler called out quickly, also slapping a blue one down on the table. He was hype, he could find this if no one fucked him over.

Mia looked at Tyler “wow” she said to him “no way” she breathed as she looked to the table. “Uno” she said behind him, dropping a blue seven down on the table.

Nova looked at Tyler and then to Mia, damn, she hoped the girl didn’t have any cards that color. She dropped her card down saying “UNO” as she displayed the blue four.

Aaron looked at all of them as they called UNO and he sucked his teeth as he reached forward, grabbing yet another card and adding it to his hand before he sat back looking at Tyler expectantly.

Tyler looked around the table with a smirk, this was his game. “Uno out motherfuckers,” he said as he slapped his green four down on the table.

Mia watched Nova follow behind her to her surprise and then she looked at Tyler sighing heavily as he won the game. “Should have known” she said with a playful eye roll. She sat her cards down against the table before she removed her feet from his lap standing up now.

Nova looked to Tyler as he ended the game for them all and she smacked her lips loudly. “I knew you’d be the one to cheat, that's why you tried to call all of us out on doing the same thing” she said, dropping her cards down against the table.

Aaron watched as Tyler won the game and he dropped his cards down on the table shaking his head. “Distracted us with the idea of something to eat,” he said as he stood up from the table, grabbing his beer and chugging the rest down.

Tyler laughed out as everyone spoke about him winning and he rubbed Mia’s feet lovingly. “All I hear is a bunch of sore losers,” he said with a smirk.

Mia looked at her husband and said “you could have let me win” with a chuckle as she grabbed her and Nova’s cup in one hand, balancing his empty beer bottle in the other. She moved in the kitchen putting the things up, rinsing the glasses out before washing them quickly and resting them aside.

Nova looked at Tyler and said “yeah sure” as she pushed all the cards together, sorted them and stacked them back into the middle of the table. “Remind me not to do this with y’all anymore” she added.

Aaron moved into the kitchen, dropping the empty beer bottle into the recyclable trash bin before he leaned up against the counter. “How long for the food?” he asked Tyler.

As Mia removed her feet from his lap, Tyler stood up smirking. “Haters man, haters,” he said as he grabbed his phone, looking at the order and the time as he moved for the couch. “About 10 minutes,” he said easily as he sat down.

Mia moved out of the kitchen after she dried her hands off and she moved to rest near Tyler, sitting down on the couch with him.

Nova moved to stand up from the table stretching her back and she moved to use the restroom again. Emptying out all the water she had drunk.

Aaron moved to wash his hands before he moved into the living space as well, plopping down in a loveseat. He looked over at Tyler and Mia and said, “so Mia, your YouTube thing is pretty cool,” with a small shrug.

Tyler smiled as Mia came and sat near him and he pulled her close, rubbing her hip a bit as he whispered into her ear. “You okay?”

Mia looked at Tyler and said “yeah babe, I’m okay” softly to him, when Aaron joined them, she smirked. “Thanks A” she said with a grin.

Nova resurfaced and she moved to sit down when everyone in the living room, sitting on Aaron’s lap without a care as she wrapped her arms around his neck lovingly.

Aaron nodded at Mia and he chuckled as Nova returned and sat down in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, patting her hip before he moved his hands to her belly. He kissed Nova’s lips sweetly.

Tyler rubbed Mia’s side lovingly. He nuzzled her neck a bit at her answer and he nodded. Looking at Nova and Aaron, Tyler said, “so what do we want to do tomorrow?”

Mia leaned into Tyler, resting her head on his shoulder gently as he spoke with their friends. She closed her eyes for a moment inhaling his scent deeply before she opened her eyes again.

Nova looked down at Aaron and she kissed his back gently as he rested his hand on her stomach. She smiled, feeling their son move against it before she said “I want to go to the museum, I want to see this piece you have in there” she said vocally.

Aaron rubbed Nova’s stomach lovingly, feeling their son move around and he smiled. “Hey bean,” he whispered. “Museum,” he said as well. “Then maybe come local cuisine?” he suggested.

Tyler ran his hand up and down Mia’s side lovingly before his hand settled on the side of her stomach. He smiled at Nova and he said, “well, museum it is,” before he nodded saying, “I’ll try to find some good local food that's not all seafood, “ he said thoughtfully. At the knock on the door, Tyler carefully stood up, unwrapping himself from Mia. He walked over to the door, opening it and collecting the food. “Thanks,” he said easily.

Mia nodded her head in agreement with everyone “I want to go to the museum too” she added with everyone. “Maybe look around and grab some food,” she said nodding her head. “Sounds like a great plan” she told them. When Tyler got up, she looked back “you need help babe?” she called out.

Nova nodded her head at Tyler before she looked at Aaron smiling “Bean is being busy” she said to him softly as she rested her hand on his.

Aaron nodded along, rubbing his hand over Nova’s stomach as their son kicked and moved. “Very,” he chuckled. As Tyler got up to get the food, he looked back. “Here, let me help him,” he mumbled softly to Nova as he lifted her carefully, standing to his feet. He rested her back in the chair before he jogged over, giving Tyler a hand.

Tyler collected everything, the two pizza boxes in his arms and the rest of the bags stacked on top. Turning, he closed the door with his foot before he said looked at Aaron and he nodded as the boy took the bags. Moving into the kitchen, he sat the boxes on the counter, spreading them out.

Mia didn’t get a response however she did move to stand up, smelling the food in the area hungrily. She licked her lips slowly and moved for the kitchen looking at the food “looks good” Mia said to them.

Nova nodded as Aaron moved to sit her down on the chair, she rested back in the seat and looked as they all flocked to the kitchen.

Aaron grabbed the bags, moving in the kitchen, turning to the other side, placing the bags down there, taking items out, spreading everything over the counter. He reached over, grabbing a few plates from the cabinet as he began to make Nova a plate. He placed a few of all the chicken wings on the plate before he added some fries. Turning to the other counter, Aaron flipped opened the boxes of pizza, adding one slice of each to the plate. He walked over holding the plate out to Nova. “Here you go baby.”

Tyler grabbed a plate as well after Aaron sported out the food from the bags, he moved behind Aaron, looking at Mia. “go sit down,” he told her. “I’m making your plate.” He placed some wings on her plate before he added some fries and a two slices of pizza. He looked back at the burgers and he grabbed a knife from the drawer, cutting a burger in half before he placed it on her plate.

Mia sat there with her hands on her hips fully prepared to make Tyler a plate when he commanded her to sit down. She nodded her head at him and said “okay babe” hiding her amusement as she moved to sit back down on the couch, fixing her dress as it flowed around her.

Nova looked at Aaron as he walked her over a plate, and she smiled saying “thank you babe” gently before she grabbed the plate. “Do you mind bringing me water as well?” she asked him as she fixed her position. Nova picked up a piece of chicken and bit into it hungrily before she licked her lips.  

Aaron leaned down, kissing Nova’s lips. “You’re welcome,” he said easily. “Of course,” he hummed out as he walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water for Nova. “Here you go,” he said as he walked back over, sitting the glass on the end table near Nova. Moving back into the kitchen, he began to make his own plate.

Tyler moved to pour Mia a glass of water, with lemon, before he walked into the living area, handing Mia her plate before he sat the glass down on the coffee table. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before he said, “here ya go babe,” before he added, “need anything else?” as he backed away slowly.

Nova kissed Aaron back gently, as he placed the glass of water down, she smiled at him thankfully. She loved how attentive he was to her needs; she knew it was for his son’s sake, but it still made her feel good. She continued to eat the chicken wings hungrily, cleaning the bone as she moved to sit Indian style against the seat, she fixed her dress a bit around her legs as she picked up another piece of chicken.

Mia looked at Tyler and she smiled happily at him “thank you baby” she said softly to him as she shifted tucking one of her legs beneath her. She smiled at the both of the men, catering to their every need while she carried their children. She licked her lips and popped a few fries into her mouth hungrily savoring the taste. Mia picked up a chicken wing and she bit it, humming at the taste as she licked her lips biting into it again, clearing the bone.

[kinkymagnus]

tagged by @iactlikegarfieldonamonday​ sorry i took forever lmao

20 First Lines and you just copy the first lines of your most recent stories. Bonus: Look for a pattern.

im doing the first three lines or so, and like... okay so i have like 5 fics actually published so imma give y’all a little sneak peek into 15 of the prompts that i have written ;)

1. mercy (here)

Magnus trembled in his arms, moaning as Alec slid a little deeper into him.

The angle was perfect—Magnus was sat on top of him, grinding his hips down so that Alec’s cock went deep into him.

Magnus still wasn’t ready to submit fully in bed—lately, his life had been so out of control, and then with the loss of his magic, he had felt completely powerless. But this… this was the perfect amount.

2. pose (here)

Alec was having a great day.

Really! He was.

He and Magnus had a nice dinner planned tonight, so he was looking forward to that. They'd had some amazing sex before even getting out of bed, leaving him in a relaxed and good mood all day.

3. sitting on the throne (here)

It was quite a sight.

The throne room was closed: it was a large, grand room, and thankfully soundproof.

They were alone, but Magnus felt exposed and watched: it was spacious and there were many shadows to hide in.

It felt like anyone could be watching.

Alec, his personal servant, sat sprawled lazily on the prince's throne.

Magnus sat on his cock.

4. goldenrod (here)

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Alec says lowly, raggedly, his voice breathless and rough with want.

Magnus moaned softly as Alec bit down gently on his neck, nipping and kissing at his skin.

Alec had always had a fondness for marking Magnus up, leaving hickeys all over Magnus’s body (but especially his neck. and his thighs. and his collarbone. and his chest. fuck it, yeah, his whole body).

5. playing with toys (here)

Magnus was dangling between pleasure and pain. The feeling was intense and wonderful, leaving him shivering on the bed.

He was squirming against his tight bonds, wrists pulling helplessly at the silk ties holding him in place. The silk ropes were enchanted to hold back his magic so he was left completely helpless under Alec.

Every part of his body was tingling and burning with pleasure.

OKAY SO THE REST OF THESE ARE JUST. LITTLE TEASERS AT SOME PROMPTS I HAVE PARTIALLY WRITTEN. 

none of them have official titles and these are all subject to possible change so. just take them as a teaser for some of the stuff in the works. 

(this isn’t a guarantee these will be posted, though, unfortunately. also, there are several that i have docs full of ideas and brainstorming on, but aren’t like, concrete with lines, so they’re not included. 

for example, the daddy kink oneshot--i have several pages of ideas and blurbs but no “first lines”. so if your prompt isn’t on here (although it’s probably hard to tell) or if there’s something you asked me about or whatever and you don’t see it, it’s still on my drive, just not here. sorry!)

6. “The TWI AU Where Alec Just Uses Cheesy Pickup Lines Nonstop”

“There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?”

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Magnus said, huffing a slight laugh.

“Why thank you,” came the reply. “You know how they say the skin is the biggest organ in the human body? Well, not in my case.”

Magnus couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, although he ruthlessly suppressed it behind his fist. “Do you really think these cheesy pick-up lines are going to work?” he asked, lowering his hand once there was no trace of the smile on his face.

He only got a shrug in response. “You seem to have a good sense of humor. Besides, I like that in a man. You know what I also like in a man?”

“Your dick?”

“Got it in one.” he winked.

7. “Angry Sex All Over the Apartment But They Love Each Other So Much”

Magnus and Alec had been a little tense for a few weeks now.

It wasn’t really anyone’s fault, but their conflicting schedules were taking their toll, and it was only getting worse.

Alec was always busy and rarely seemed to be home, off on missions and doing paperwork at his office.

Magnus was similarly busy with clients and spells and potionmaking.

They both were running out of patience, always just missing each other, only having the time to trade quick kisses or the occasional fast and dirty fuck in the shower.

And as they saw each other less and less, they each grew more and more antsy. They fought, even over little things.

They still love each other—indeed, more than anything—but there were moments where it was all too much.

It all came to a head on Saturday.

8. “The Mpreg One With A Side of Breeding Kink ;)” 

Magnus felt a pressure on his asshole, teasing.

He was on all fours, swollen belly hanging down low, his hole loose and wet. Copious amounts of cum and slick spilled down his thighs.

And his alpha was getting ready to fuck him again.

9. “That Sweet, Sweet Overstimulation”

Magnus was completely fucked-out, mind-blown and dazed with pleasure. His gorgeous golden eyes were hazy and unfocused, his pink lips parted.

His whole body was flushed and trembling with pleasure, his cock (which was painfully hard and had a ring wrapped around the base) twitching on his stomach.

Alec’s hands were tightly gripping his hips, anchoring him in place. Magnus—despite his trembling and squirming—couldn’t move, trapped in place.

10. “The Waaaay Too Long One Wherein Three Alecs (Consensually and Lovingly) Gangbang Magnus”

“…Are you sure about this?” One of the Alecs asked, voice low and soft, looking down at him with concern and fondness in his eyes.

“I’m sure,” Magnus said firmly, knowing that the other two were listening, too. He wanted them to know that he wanted this, too. Honestly, three Alecs was like some sort of wet dream come true.

It had been an odd mishap, to say the least, splitting Alec in three. Well, splitting wasn’t quite the right term—they were all wholly Alec, but diverged. They would all merge back into one in a day or so, memories intact, but for now they were like three separate people. Three of the same person, but separate nevertheless.

And they were all Alec Lightwood, Magnus’s loving boyfriend.

Really, they had a day to kill, and Magnus was outnumbered three to one. What else were they going to do?

11. “The Way Too Indulgent Omega!Magnus AU That’s More Angst Than Smut and Involves Time Travel, of All Things”

Magnus stared into the crystal ball, swallowing hard.

The heavy scent of incense was clogging his nostrils, making his head swim. 

"Do not look away," the fortune teller said somewhere behind him. "Do not close your eyes."

Magnus did as he was told, staring as intensely as he could. Even as his eyes burned, he didn't falter. 

His vision began to waver, black spots crawling from the corners of his line of sight.

The crystal ball seemed to grow hotter, brighter, and Magnus swore he smelt burning---

The black spots crowded his vision and completely overtook him.

His head was pounding and he couldn't see and--

he fell back, sightless eyes rolling into his skull.

His fuzzy mind was buzzing with panic, and he vaguely felt himself flinch as he prepared to hit the cold, hard ground.

But instead, he landed onto something soft and warm, and then finally he blacked out completely. 

12. “The First Prompt I Ever Got, I’m So Sorry It’s Not Done Yet @cinta-bane” 

Magnus was flat on his back, whole body pressed to the golden sheets.

Alec was on top of him, warm weight pinning him down, leaving open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck. He paid special attention to the marks he’d already left, kissing and licking at the mouth-shaped bruises littering the sides of his throat.

Magnus could feel his boyfriend’s warm breath, feel the way his skin tingled under Alec’s touch.

13. “The Trippy Dream Sex One That Has Way Too Much Plot”

Magnus didn't know how it started, or when.

He just knew he was lying on something soft, and he felt warm, and he knew he was safe.

Someone was with him.

Magnus felt hands trailing up his sides.  Warm, large palms, stroking him gently.  Soft lips made their way up his neck.

He still didn't open his eyes.

He could smell Alec's aftershave. He could feel his warm weight.

Magnus wanted this to be real.

"Do you want this?" Alec asked. His voice was low and breathless.

"Yes," Magnus breathed. "God, yes. Please." 

14. “Magnus Gets Fucked By a Bunch of Dudes in a Club While Alec Watches (And Helps!)”

Magnus had done a lot of things in his long life, especially in the realm of exploring his sex life.

But this… this was admittedly a new one.

He knew that he was in no danger, that he was in for nothing but a night of extreme pleasure and hedonism. But there was a still slight anxiety tingling across his skin, his breath caught in his throat.

He was currently stark naked and cuffed to a stand. He was bent over, comfortably cushioned by the stand, arms tied in front of him and ass in the air and exposed.

15. “A Continuation of Prince Magnus and Servant Alec in Which I Combine a Cum Kink Prompt and my Deep Need for Alec to Fuck Magnus Doggy Style”

Magnus looked fucking beautiful.

On his hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs dripping with cum and littered with hickeys.

The crown prince, trembling and pretty for him, ass all nice and ready to use.

16. “More Prince Magnus/Servant Alec, with Plot This Time! Say Hello to Lingerie, Tournament Fights, Arranged Marriage, and Angst.”

Magnus had never felt so relaxed, curled in Alec’s arms, head resting on his chest and snuggling happily into his embrace.

Alec had just thoroughly ravished him—he was well and truly debauched, despite the surprising lack of anything particularly “kinky”—and Magnus was just… content.

There was a sharp rap of knuckles against his door—Magnus would know that knock anywhere.

His eyes snapped open. “Shit,” he hissed, sitting up. “Alexander, wake up.”

17. “In Which Omega!Magnus Has Never Been Knotted Before and He’s Very Nervous About It. It Actually Gets Good During the Lightly Angsty Smut”

Magnus lay on his stomach on the bed, trembling, completely naked and vulnerable.

“You’re shaking,” Alec said gently.

“I’m sorry,” Magnus said, biting his lip.

“Are you sure about this?” Alec asked.

“Y-yes, completely. I just… I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”

18. “Yet Another Angsty Omega!Magnus AU Because That’s Just My Jam, Guys.”

Magnus had been on the receiving end of a rut before, and he wasn’t eager to do it again.

But his boyfriend—the first alpha he’d dated since… in a while—was due.

And Magnus wasn’t sure he was going to be able to bear it—his sweet, considerate, wonderful, and gentle mate… becoming rough and violent and cruel, uncaring, completely focused on getting what he wanted, what he needed from Magnus.

He knew, of course, that under normal circumstances Alec would never, ever hurt him.

But he’d witnessed firsthand what ruts did to alphas.

19. “Office Sex with Spanking and Oops They Get Caught”

Magnus moaned as Alec’s angle changed, his hips pumping even faster, balls slapping against his ass.

“A-ahh..aah… harder…”

The words were out before he could stop them, just springing from his lips. He couldn’t help it, the burn was so good and he felt so full…

Alec’s grip on his hips tightened and he thrust roughly into Magnus, then slowed his pace. After a few thrusts, he’d stopped.

“What did I say about speaking?”

“N-not to,” Magnus whimpered. “A-ah… please…”

20. “My Super Self Indulgent Monster AU, Wherein Werecat Magnus and Sea Monster Alec Netflix and Chill. (Yes, This is An Excuse for Alec to Fuck “Catboy” Magnus with Tentacles. But Catboy is a Weird Term, Okay?)”

Magnus hadn’t exactly expected this end to the night, but he certainly wasn’t fucking complaining.

The movie was still playing in the background—Magnus could hardly remember what it was through the haze of oh my god Alec is gonna fuck me and he has fucking tentacles what the fuck—

Admittedly, he’d known Alec was like him—a “monster” as they affectionately called each other, a supernatural being—but he would never have guessed sea monster.

He felt a tentacle slip under his pants, curling around his thighs, and his ears flattened against his skull as the one already curled around his cock squeezed him and stroked upwards.

Magnus’s thighs were spread wide, one leg practically hooked over the back of the couch, and he was pretty sure Alec was about to rip off his pants.

EDIT: FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE LMAO

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Castiel’s Coats

Square(s) Filled: Fashion Designer!Cas for @spnaubingo, Campfire for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: Rejection, low self-esteem, mentions of struggle, fluff

Summary: Cas gets the summer internship of his dreams, but feels the pressure as he struggles to come up with a winning design. His friends, Sam and Dean, have always been there for him, providing inspiration at the right time. 

Pairing: none, this is a TFW College AU

Word Count: 1448 

Written for: @spngenrebingo @spnaubingo

Beta’d by: @just-another-busyfangirl, thanks and love ya!

A/N: It’s no secret that I struggle writing Cas, but I think this is cute and way longer than I thought it would be. Hope y’all like it!

Like Dean, Sam or Cas’s scent? Buy it here from @scentsfromthebunker!

“Dean! Dean! I got it!” Cas threw open the door to their off-campus apartment. “I got the internship!”

“That’s great buddy. Congratulations!” Dean tossed his roommate and longtime friend a beer. “Let’s celebrate with pizza and beer.”

“That’s every night Dean,” Cas chastised, but shrugged. Being poor college students they didn’t have the funds to go out like some of their friends.

“We’ll get extra cheese!” Dean exclaimed, tapping out their order on his phone.

~*~

“So what do they have you working on?” Sam asked as they sat around the apartment after Cas’s first week.

“I am working on a new line of men’s outerwear with another intern,” Cas informed them as he reached for another beer. “I have to come up with something by Wednesday next week.”

“That soon?” Sam inquired.

“Yeah, it’s only a summer gig so we are moving fast. If they like it and use our designs, we get ten percent plus a bonus.” Cas grinned ear to ear at the thought of earning money that didn’t require manual labor, like his previous summer jobs.

Sam left for more beer than returned a minute later. “Man it got cold out. I wish I had a lighter weight jacket,” he muttered as he rummaged through the closet. “I have winter and summer jackets only!”

“I got it!” Cas ran from the living room.

He spent the next two days sequestered in his bedroom at his drawing table, coming out only to use the bathroom. Dean would slide a sandwich and a bottle of water under his nose a couple times a day just to make sure he ate and was still alive.

~*~

“Castiel Novak?” asked a petite older woman sitting behind a large wooden desk.

“Yes, Ms. Harvelle?” Cas took another step into the spacious office.

“Have a seat, please. I spent the day going through your designs and I have to say, they’re kind of boring,” she stated as she thumbed through the pages before her.

“I realize they might seem boring. But I’m a college student, Ms. Harvelle. I am trying to appeal to a simpler, younger crowd. What are they looking for these days? Functionality. There are multiple pockets for your phone, keys, or wallet. They are sturdy. College students don’t have a lot of money and the clothing needs to last,” Cas explained as she looked them over once more.

“These are all brown.” She looked up at him, her face showing no emotion.

Cas cleared his throat. “There is tan, warm toast, hazelnut, ecru, bay, russet, cinnamon, khaki…”

“Those are all shades of brown. Ten different brown trench coats, Mr. Novak,” Ellen Harvelle interrupted him. “And these other ones. What fabric is this? I have seen this before, I think, but never for clothing.”

“It’s...canvas, ma’am. Before you say anything, think about it. Canvas has a plethora of uses, tarps, canopies, shopping bags. But why not jackets? They are lined with flannel, making them soft to touch but the outer shell will last longer than anything else,” Cas pleaded his case.

“You may be right, but I will have to talk this over with the lead designer. That’s all for now, Mr. Novak,” she dismissed him, quickly turning to other tasks.

Castiel walked home from the bus stop, dejected. He should have put more thought into his designs. He should have used more color. He kicked a rock down the street, following with his head down until he reached their apartment building.

He refused pizza and beer and locked himself away in his room again for the weekend. Dean and Sam were worried about their friend, but they also knew when he needed time to himself. They didn’t see or hear from him until he returned from work Monday evening. It was Sam’s turn to cook and Cas joined him in the kitchen as he sauteed some vegetables and chicken. The peace and quiet was interrupted by the vibration of Cas’s phone.

“Hello?” he answered, not recognizing the number. “Yes, this is Castiel Novak. Oh Miss Harvelle...yes, so nice to talk to you...of course...yes...okay...I understand...yes ma’am. Thank you. Goodbye.”

“Was that your boss?” Sam turned from the stove to look at his roommate.

“Yeah, it was.” Cas put the phone back on the counter.

“I’m sorry, buddy,” Sam empathized and returned to dinner.

“Thanks, Sam.” Cas grabbed a beer from the fridge.

He was quiet through dinner but Dean and Sam didn’t push him to talk about it. It wasn’t until his phone buzzed again that Cas smiled.

“Guys, I’m going to head to bed. Sam, thank you for dinner. See you tomorrow.” Cas left the kitchen, his phone still in hand.

~*~

Castiel didn’t offer information and the Winchesters didn’t push. The summer was coming to a close and school would be starting back up. It was their first week off all summer and they were going fishing. They sat around the campfire the first night, the air chilly. Dean shrugged his flannel on and Sam dug a hoodie out of his bag.

“Here, try these.” Cas handed them each a jacket.

Dean inspected the article Cas had given him. It was navy blue and had pockets for anything he might need, even interior pockets. He slipped off his flannel and slid his long arms through the sleeves of the jacket. It fit well and was comfortable, and warmer than his flannel.

Sam did the same with his. The army green color was nice. He turned it over and over until his eyes landed on the label. He read it out loud. “Castiel…Cas! Are you serious man? You did it!”

It took Dean a moment to catch up, but they celebrated Cas’s success with beers and plenty of relaxation. They returned home, ready for showers and sleep, but their apartment was empty.

“What the hell?” Dean stood in the middle of the living room. His arm chair and television, along with all their belongings, were gone. “What the hell?!”

“Oh yeah. I knew I forgot something else.” Cas smiled and held up three new keys. “Remember that bonus and the ten percent? Well it was a lot more than I expected, so I bought the house across the street and had our stuff moved while we were away.”

“Cas! You bought the house? Why didn’t you pay your tuition?” Sam asked, always the responsible one.

“I did. And both of yours.” Cas whistled as he walked out of the apartment and across the street, Dean and Sam running after him.

Cas gave them the grand tour, saving the best for last. “I always wanted an office. Somewhere I could design that wasn’t my personal space, but still mine, right? So I hired a contractor to convert the attic of the garage. What do you think?”

Sam looked around at Cas’s office, feeling like he was missing something. “This is kinda small for an attic this large, Cas, isn’t it?”

“You are correct, my friend. Which is why next door you will find your very own office and study space.” Cas opened the next door and it was filled with a new desk, couch and all of Sam’s law books.

Dean looked down at his feet, but tried to hide it for the sake of his brother and his friend. “It’s real nice, Cas. Thanks for doing that for Sammy.”

“Oh I almost forgot! Dean, come on!” Cas rushed down the back stairs and into the garage, flipping on all the lights. In the middle sat Dean’s prized 1967 Chevy Impala. One entire side of the garage was a workbench, two tool chests, and all of Dean’s tools.

Dean’s eyes glossed over as he took in everything. He turned back to Castiel. “You did all of this for us?”

“You’re my family and family takes are of each other. I’ve got more money than I need, so it seemed wrong to keep it all to myself.” Cas shrugged, hugging each of the brothers.

“Cas, if you don’t mind me asking…” Sam started.

“In total, over two million so far. But don’t worry. I’ve put the rest in savings,” Cas informed them. “Castiel’s Coats paid our college education, boys.”

“Wait! What about that call you got all those weeks ago? I thought it was a rejection,” Sam recalled.

“You never asked and I never said. I bought this house the following week and have been renovating it since. I wanted it to be a surprise,” Cas replied.

“Well it’s some surprise, buddy!” Dean slapped him on the back. “I’ll never make a crack about your career choice ever again. You gave my baby a home!”

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