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Don’t Be Such a Jerk! (Draft)
Draft notes:
-Characters out of character
-NOT FINISHED PRODUCT!!
-outline of what future Fic will be about
-not my best work
-story line so far doesn’t make sense
-enjoy
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Lee: Jax
Ler: Ragatha
(summary here, hurt to comfort prompt)
(author note?)
WARNING!!!⚠️: TICKLE FIC!! self harm?(maybe)
Many people would describe their favorite lovable bunny rabbit as; jerk, asshole, annoying, and maybe even a dumb bunny. But Jax never saw himself as that, he saw himself as a rabbit who just knew what was really happening. The truth is, he just needs people to talk too.
Sure he finds it funny to pick on people to get a funny reaction here or there. But usually he’s just mad, mad that he can’t let anything out in fear of ruining the way people see him.
While strolling through the park outside the tent, Ragatha thought back right after their adventure. Caine did his speech, somebody made a comment, and everybody spilt up. Gangle went to her room, Pomni went exploring, Kinger went to find bugs or whatever, (Ragatha didn’t pay attention, she heard bugs and dipped) Zooble went back to their room as well, and Jax he… well… Ragatha forgot where he went, it was like he vanished as soon as they got back.
Strange, what a weird thing Jax would do. I don’t think Ragatha even remembers seeing him at Caine speech. As Ragatha connected the dots, trying to figure out why Jax was missing, she wondered father and father away from the tent. In the distance, she could see somebody huddled under a tree, laughing? No that’s not right, was it shaking? Anyways, she decided to get closer to see what it was about when she suddenly realized a familiar shape. Purple skin, bunny ears, pink overalls…. Is that Jax?
Jax on the other hand was not having such a great time. He tugged at his ears and had his knees up to his chest, he gulped air until he started coughing. He eyes watered with tears and lost in his own thoughts, he mumbled a mumble to himself only probably dogs could understand. His voice cracked with every groan he let out, and he was practically kicking up dirt with his feet.
With Ragatha getting closer he looked over to see a blue dressed red head coming closer, he ignored it until he heard
“JAX?” Shouted by Ragatha, causing him to snap back into reality. With Ragatha 3 feet in front of him now, he touched his face slowly whipping his tears, he regulated his breathing, and looked up.
“Jax? Are you ok?” The rag doll asked, holding out a hand. Jax looked mortified shaking his head.
“No, no, no… back up!” He insisted
“Jax I want to help!” Ragatha stepped closer
“Don’t come closer! I mean it!” Jax put his hands up to block her but it was no use as Ragatha sat infront of Jax.
“You wanna tell me what happened?”
“No! I mean- why am I talking to you!” Jax questioned
“Jax just open up!”
“I’m leaving!” Jax went to get up but-
“No Jax!” Ragatha grabbed and pulled his arm down. He sat cross cross Apple sauce infront of her
“Tell me what happened, I don’t think I would let my self brush this off!”
“Doll! Let me go it was nothing!” Jax furrowed his brows tugging at his arm
“Jax if you tell me what wrong I’ll leave you alone!”
“NO LET GO!”
Lord help Ragatha, she knew Jax was stubborn but jeez! Going back and forth with “Tell me!” And “No!”s Ragatha felt as she was just wasting time.
“You don’t understand!”
“I promise I will!” Finally, Jax opened up!
“I can’t believe I’m still talking to you!” Jax groaned
“Just spill!” Ragatha begged
“It’s stupid, but I… I- I can’t regulate my mind, my thoughts, everything I think get piled up in my brain, what little brain I have left and..” Jax voice cracked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“It feels like I can’t think straight, all the things I say takes up so much effort to not come out in a jumbly mess, it’s so tiring..” Jax folded up his knees to his chest, laying his aching head against his knees and bringing his hands up to, again, tug on his ears.
“Jax, stop that!” Ragatha swatted at his fidgeting hands
“No, it feels good!” He raised his head back up to yell at her
“Jax the base of your ears are red! It looks like it hurts if anything!” Ragatha raised her hands from her lap to massage the base.
“..No!” Jax dodged the hands, putting his head back down into his knees. Letting out a soft cry, Ragatha stopped and pulled him into a hug.
Jax’s soft cry stopped, his eye widened,
“Stohop!” He cried
“No Jax”
“Please!”
“My answer is still a no!” God, has Jax never been hugged in his life? Why is he acting like this?
“Let me goho! (Inhale) let me go!” His cry’s stopped turning into a sob. Ragatha held his head close to her chest and used a free hand to pet his head
“Shhh, Jax I understand how you’re feeling, just let it out.” Ragatha soothed
“Phlehehease, (inhale) don’t treat me like this!” Jax was practically in broken pieces, sobbing, tugging on his pants, resisting the hug,
“Jax…” Ragatha whispered
Jax stoped complaining, now he was just sobbing
“It’s going to be ok!” Ragatha held his head and looked into his eyes,
“I don’t- I don’t wanna be like- (inhale) -like this! I wanna be normal! I don’t wanna cry!” Jax pleaded
“I know Jax, I know.”
“Mahake it stop!” Jax whined eventually just giving into the hug and leaning into the rag doll. Ragatha has never seen Jax so emotionally embarrassed in her life, she wished he wasn’t such a jerk the rest of the time.
“Jax there’s no need to feel embarrassed,”
“Nooo! Don’t tahalk!” Jax whined like a sad toddler
“Look Jax, now that I know you’re hurting, so I now empathize with you. I also can see right through you, Jax, you are probably only a jerk to others because you don’t want people to think you have feelings. Playing pranks and being mean to others just so you don’t expose yourself as emotionally immature.” Ragatha explained
“No! Please just stop talking! I don’t want to hear it!” Jax covered his ears with his hands and shut his eyes causing the remaining tears to fall from his face.
“Oh Jax,” Ragatha frowned, stroking the top of his head
Once Jax knew she wasn’t explaining his life decisions, he un cupped his ears and scratched at the red inflamed bases. Ragatha noticed this quickly and softly slapped at his hands,
“Jax’s I already told you to stop doing that!” Ragatha held his wrists
“Nggh! Let me- ugh! Let me do it!” Jax struggled against the grab
“Jax no you’re just hurting your self!” Ragatha said as she let go of Jax’s wrist and used her own hands to try to help Jax shake the fidgety feeling in his ears.
The sudden touch to his raw ears made Jax flinch a tad. Relaxing to the touch after a while until-
“Eh- Wahait!” Jax went to reach for the dolls hands and she moved up from her original spot
“What?”
“Doholl! Dohont change your spoAH!” Jax tweaked as Ragatha tested out new information and slightly tickled the tops of his ears
“ThahHAT wohorSE!!”
“Heh, you should laugh more Jax!” Ragatha said in amusement.
“Shuhut ihit!”
“Noho! Reheally! You have such a nice laugh, you need to use it more!” She chuckled
“GahaHAHa!!” Jax squirmed from compliments
Ragatha hummed above Jax watching his nose scrunch up every now and then, little barely noticeable snorts coming from it, as he hugged himself. With that the sun flipped with the moon and it was time for everyone to head back to the circus tent.
“Ohok ohok! Let’s go!” Jax giggled
“Jax…. Do you come here often?” Ragatha sighed
“What?”
“Is this your place to go to when you feel like what you felt earlier?”
“I’d rather not talk about that doll face,” Jax growled
“Jax, it’s just a question”
“I don’t need you to baby me!” Jax grumped, back to his usual self I see.
“whatever Jax, just know I’m here if you need to talk, ok?”
“Fine! Just don’t tell anybody about this!” He glared
“Your feelings are safe with me” Ragatha crossed her arms, as they both headed back to the tent.
(DRAFT! Which means they may be a little out of character🥲)
#tickle#tickles#sfw tickling community#tickle fluff#tickle fanfic#tadc tickle#tadc tickles#tadc tickling#lee!jax#ler!ragatha
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you don’t seem that annoyed about having to discuss theories with your “researcher colleagues” though👀
uh huh
“fellow researcher” UH HUH
#ari rewatches sm. again#he mentioned he enjoys discussing theories too so that might be why he doesn't sound like he actually minds much#i mean he's a professor!#but idk i always thought it was kinda odd? bc his tone of voice is that of someone who sounds like they might be complaining#but actually isn't? bc they're secretly looking forward to [insert thing] actually. idk how to put it into words#and then suddenly my brain connected the dots#is it not just bc he's a nerd and loves discussing theories too. but maybe bc burnet was one of the researchers he was meeting too?👀#also while writing this i thought. what if he's actually making up an excuse#what if he had a match at the royal dome and had to be there as royal mask-#so he was just pretending he had a meeting and was like man i rly don't want to go but i have to askjfnsa
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Does ego bring out the best or the worst in someone? (Alternatively titled; 'Isagi Yoichi, and what it takes to be the best in the world')
difeisheng // Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light - Richard Siken // Landscape With Several Small Fires - Richard Siken // Fury - Yevgeny Yevtushenko // Salvage - Hedgie Choi // BLUELOCK - Kaneshiro Muneyuki & Nomura Yuusuke
#bluelock#blue lock#isagi yoichi#web weaving#my brain suddenly started connecting dots and this is the result#og post //#(probably) more posts like this pending#i have Things To Say about rin and kunigami too#anyways bllk is. (first and foremost. b4 its a sports story or a psych thriller or anything else.) a corruption arc
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I just watched the rocky horror picture show for the first time ever, and this accomplished three things: I love Susan Sarandon in a whole new way than before, I am undeniably and inexplicably attracted to Dr. Frank, and I now understand the references to the rocky horror in The perks of being a wallflower
#specially the movie#like the part where they do rocky horror and Charlie helps all those scenes suddenly came to my mind and understanding it all makes me feel#rocky horror picture show#the rocky horror picture show#trhps#Tim curry#Is extremely hot#This movie is so weird in the way that I love it and it suddenly means something to me but at the same time I absolutely detest#I think it feels dear to my heart because I watched the perks of being a wallflower very young and my brain just connected the dots
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bro is it weird i generally have no idea what people think of me?? especially in this community (also i forget it’s a Community i’m just like. it’s the people! who like big small! and i’m just kinda vibing in my own parallel lane i think) ,,,like i’ve seen several people recently refer to me as like an influencer or even casually talk about me without me and i’m like wait the fuck i exist in other people’s minds. like?? wait i’m just some dumbass i’m not. a Figure. who. what. not a vent i’m just perpetually confused always it’s almost funny
#you see#my brain doesn’t connect dots#i’m only suddenly becoming aware people think i’m popular and that’s obviously not. a vanity thing i’m just like#stupid#maybe#is it ND things?? is it tumblr structure?? i have no idea#it’s strange :// idk#i see number on post go weee i don’t connect the dots that numbers = people know i exist#i don’t even think of myself as a person lmfao#people have opinions about me… i’m terrified#i like. kind of live my entire life behind a glass wall i don’t think of myself as interacting with it#i’m rambling just nothing is connected in my brain#this is just a brain ramble really#staring at my hands every day i live in constant derealization huh#it gives me so much anxiety actually now that i’m typing like i have no idea how i come across to people#irl and online#so i. oh boy
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i thought i was pulling leylines = luxon stuff out of thin air but there's actually a lot here and i'm going full red string
#basil.ramblings#my brain said cool we got hishari ashton what's next#i'm connecting the dots [you haven't connected shit] i'm connecting them#it's probably just all coincidence but it's Fun To Think About#i still keep rotating around in my mind nydas seeing the blood of the universe & feeling its heartbeat#and all the paralells to ashton waking up/being brought back to life. and laudna being brought back on the suntree#which sits on a powerful nexus#also currently thinking about how avalir traveled leylines and collected ether which is raw magical potential#guess what dunamancy is! the study of possibility & potential!#also leylines are vital for arcane magic! guess who hated the fact that mortals had access to arcane abilities/were gifted it#by the prime dieties! and ruidus was rumored to be a failed plan by the betrayer gods & guess what fucks with leylines!#apogee solstices which are the result of the movement of celestial bodies!#there's definitely more here that i'm sure we don't know. like they could've pulled ruidus through the shadowfell#but i wonder what suddenly caused ruidus to appear in the feywild and if the same thing happened in the materal plane#all those years ago / during the founding#did they use the moontide crown like the bow from a solar to planeshift a whole moon like ?? we know it's Possible for a city#can you IMAGINE if they somehow manage to like. shut down/block off the leylines.#you can't even cast sending. that's terrifying#i wonder if they're trying to figure out how to harness the abilities of ruidus in a similar capacity = arcane magic from the gate#( which y'know. very similar to leylines too SDFJHG )#esp someone like ludinus: he's already so powerful so in order to maintain that he can simply take power away from others#and y'know. we kinda saw that with how trent ended up#idk why they would want to take magic away from arcane casters outisde of typical villian shit but. hmmm#there's so many pieces moving around and i can't wait until everything comes together#i do wonder if ruidusborn just means. you use the 'leylines' of ruidus for casting or something idk
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i've always been like hehe daniel has 5 siblings in total :)) what a big family :)) and always failed to realise that vesper has 5 siblings too
#rena.txt#literally the way i always had my brain go THESE ARE ALL DANIEL'S STEP-SIBLINGS but never connected the dots that ves has step-siblings too#then. probably bc daniel is the only one that has interacted with them while ves is standing in a corner and snarling the second she#gets to know that her mother has another life & another family now. idk if i'll make all of them meet. ves surely has no interest in it bc#to her these are all ppl that took away her family from her (her mothers fault. we know. she knows. but sometimes u cant stop the#unconditional hate). if they actually meet..god there would he so much drama at the start. the morris siblings are good kids..mostly but#yea it would he...an interesting meeting. also the way daniel now got used to be the younger sibling bc with ves he is while with all the#others he's the middle one. inchresting. vesper would still be the eldest. actually thinking if milo should be her same age or one year#older bc in the second case ves would suddenly not be the eldest. in the first case they would fight for the eldest sibling title. ves#would go i've been a father & a mother to daniel AND my father what did u do beside spend ur dads eddies. AKFJAKFKS SHE'S RIGHT THO..#so in total we have 6 moxley-morris little fuckers. incredible. also sorry to the morris siblings for the plain surname but i needed ur dad#to be the most basic corpo man that ever existed. also vesper being the oldest and fenix the youngest mmmmmh gotta think..thots manifesting
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sometimes i worry that nero and gioia's relationship between 4 and 5 shifts too much to be realistic but then 🕴️😐😵💫 i think about how much the relationship between my mom and i has changed just over the last 3 years and im like ahh okay. so it's like that huh
#sometimes the calamitous end of the world event will encourage ur mom to open up abt the evil family lore and you will just have to sit#there pondering over all the dots that are suddenly connecting in your mind.. but anyways the vulnerability will help you finally come to a#level ground w her.. she is ur mom but also she's ur friend ykwim!#ofc given all the circumstances this is A Lot More intense and almost hyperbolic for nero and gioia 🤪#HOWEVER.. DESPITE ALL O THAT... she still does not talk about vergil Because like..#there's almost a confirmation bias in her mind... vergil being Known as a son of sparda meant they were always being hunted for sport + nero#having the yamato in the end is like a confirmation that it killed vergil in the end. so no way in fucking hell she's going to let nero know#he's a Grand son of sparda.. that is death sentence numero dos! not to mention how being in fortuna would make it.. odder..#so. she leaves it all vague. he hunted demons too 🤷🏻♀️ he was crazy w a sword 💃🏻 you look a lot like him 🕴️#but this is very funny. bc. once nero is told the family lore his brain circles back around to dante. who was so cagey about him having the#yamato because it Belonged In His Family. who whiteman jumpscared gioia so bad she broke a glass when she saw him for the first time.#who cattily asked abt her once she fled the scene.. who some of the krill decided to go adventuring with..#who Looks Like He Could Be Nero's Dad.......... nero sits there like noooo no there's no fucking way it cannot be.. naur.. no..#and he just Avoids thinking about it because the implications are too great. dante Cannot be his fucking dad man 😭😭#and for like. two years he lives with this intense denial that he won't ask his mom abt. that she wouldn't answer him on anyways. he BEARS#it. and then dante finally and casually drops the bomb that no. he can't kill vergil because vergil's his dad.. nero's sitting there like#who the FUCK is vergil 😭😭😭 where is v my friend v... head in the hands#one day I will draw it as a comic.. the torment of nero is just really funny in my mind 🤪#anyways dante and gioia are like the cagey-est fuckers on the planet earth so. if dante actually Was his dad‚ bro nero was neeeever going to#get that out of them 😭🍻 they are brothers in arms here :] if i permitted them to be friends they would be unstoppable#unfortunately gioia is just a footnote in dante and nero's letters‚ along w kyrie. i imagine they both keep so busy that there's not a ton#of letters between them anyways 🕴️dante is busy keeping the lights on and nero is working the most shortstaffed job of all time 😭#sriracha.txt#nero prime
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so TIL that TIL means 'today I learned' and literally up until this moment in time just tended to ignore it as if it were some kind of artistic typing choice and not an abbreviation
#[ she rambles ]#listen I really do feel so fucking stupid about this#this is not even the first time this has happened I never put these things together#my brain can literally not connect any dots when it comes to these kinda things#there are too many abbreviations and idk where any of them come from#so we're just meant to accept we know these things but I do not know these things#sometimes I google them but other times I just accept I don't know and never use them#also I learnt this on a comment from some stupid bored panda article because I was like 'idk how til is relevant here' and then it JUST#SUDDENLY CLICKED and yeah it is October 2022 and I'm actually an idiot
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When I said that I kind of liked the routine/familiarity of certain stuff going on externally that mirrors some patterns from my memories, I did not mean getting up unreasonably early for something only to minority injure myself and then tiredly get coffee while trying to make sure blood doesn’t get on the floor
#blood mention#I was just doing all that and then suddenly my brain connected the dots and went#“Huh! You haven’t gotten coffee while trying to ignore minor injuries in a while! This is familiar!”
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People often talk how inaccurate self diagnoses can be for things like autism and while I personally disagree, I found it to be true to some degree. But in a completely opposite direction.
When I just found out about a possibility of me being neurodivergent, maybe, like, a year ago? (Thanks to a peer review by my friends💀) I took an online test for a self diagnosis - RAADS-R. And there's a reason they say "it can be inaccurate".
I think my first "score" was something close to 80 out of 240 possible. It meant I had some of the traits, but a lot of neurotypical people could score that high too.
But I got curious. And so for the next year I was doing my research. Finding out about spoon theory, about energy levels, about light and sound sensitivity, struggles with social cues and such.
I took the test again, a year later. I scored 167.
If your conclusion is "well, obviously you were influenced and the results are biased" you won't be entirely wrong. But the reason for it is not that I faked it. It's that I paid more attention to myself.
If you're living your whole life masking, you're taught to ignore absolutely every symptom of what may be autism or ADHD. My whole life I was thinking that I'm "weird" or "broken" or "different" or or or. I knew that I'm living my life somehow different than people around me. It felt like everyone got a tutorial how to live this life and I skipped it. But I could never understand why.
So, why did I score higher the second time I took the test? Because the first time all of the "weird" situations were never linked to autism in my brain. I had two dots, the connection between them being autism. But I never recognised the said connection, due to the high-masking nature that helped me to cope with everyday struggles.
But the second I made the connection, suddenly everything made sense. Suddenly, it's not "I'm too sensitive", it's not "something is wrong with me", it's not "why am I not enjoying this while others do?". It's fucking autism(and ADHD too, lol.)
That's the reason your diagnosis may be not as accurate as you think. Your brain can try and protect you from making the connection between your experiences and the diagnosis. Or, of course, there's a possibility to make a wrong connection, too.
But you're the only one who can find out. There's no one out there who knows you better than yourself.
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inspired by a reply @gregre369 left on yesterday’s post. this is why i love this site so much bc i had this idea floating aimlessly around my brain for such a long time and then someone says something that just connects all the dots for me so - much thanks <3
tw: brief reference to domestic violence
One of parenthood’s biggest surprises (in Eddie’s opinion, anyway) was how easy talking to his and Steve’s daughters about why his parents aren’t in his life was.
He’d figured it’d be hard to figure out exactly how to explain that his mother's death was due to domestic violence caused by his father, who had died in prison twenty years later – but…that about covers it, honestly. Sure, the exact rendition of the story the girls hear varies as they get older, but…it’s pretty straightforward, actually.
Explaining Steve’s situation turned out to be way more complicated for…well, for a lot of reasons, and the fact that his parents are still alive and breathing and choosing to not be around didn't help things at all.
It also didn't help that the girls totally saw Jim and Joyce as Steve’s parents, but it did lead to a conversation that Eddie doesn't think he'll ever forget:
It happened when he was passing through the kitchen to see that Steve was cooking with Moe.
"What're we up to in here?" he asked.
At four years old (she’s actually almost five), Moe has yet to outgrow a phase of picky eating that had started out right around her second birthday. Steve is trying out a new method where he involves Moe in the cooking process in the hopes that she then actually wants to eat the product of her hard work when it’s done. He's seeing varying levels of success.
“We're making burgers,” Moe said, “Poppy’s recipe.”
Eddie looked at Steve skeptically, “Poppy Jim or Poppy Joyce?”
Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m telling Joyce you said that.”
And then he added, “Jim.”
Satisfied, Eddie continued on his way.
“How come you call your dad Jim?” Moe asked.
And that had Eddie pausing in the hallway just out of their line of sight.
“Well, Poppy’s not my dad, sweet pea,” Steve replied.
“Did you not have a dad?”
“I did have a dad – I do. He lives in Indiana with my mom. We don't really talk to each other anymore though."
"Why?"
"When I was younger, I decided that they didn’t take care of me like I needed them too, and Jim and Joyce stepped in to be like my parents instead."
It's not completely accurate, Eddie knows (and he doesn't love the way Steve is shifting culpability away from his parents because that shit was fully on them, but whatever; it's his story and he can tell it however he want), but just like how they don't have a completely accurate picture of what happened to Eddie's mom either, they know what they need to know for now and they'll hear more down the line.
“But what did your mom and dad do?” Moe asked.
"Well, you know how Daddy and I read to you and play with you and put you to bed and make food for you – it was a little different because I was older and I needed different stuff than that, but…”
Eddie watched Steve look back at their oldest daughter, watched him see the look of confusion in her big brown eyes.
“They didn’t do that?” Moe asked, sounding perplexed.
Steve shook his head, and Moe continued to look at him as if he might suddenly tell her he was joking.
“That’s crazy,” Moe finally said, and Steve let out a laugh.
“It is kinda crazy, isn’t it?” he agreed, “That’s why I love being your dad so much, because it’s actually so easy to want to take care of you. Even though you sometimes like to make it hard on purpose, right?”
“Yeah,” she grinned proudly, “Like when I make you snuggle me more at bedtime and you fall asleep by accident and then the kitchen is messy in the morning."
"Uh-huh," Steve said, poking her in the side so she giggled, "Exactly like that."
"You're a good dad," Moe told him.
"You think?" Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"The best dad."
“The best?” he repeated, “Can’t let Daddy hear that.”
“He can hear it.”
#cue moe yelling for eddie so she can say it to his face#she later affirms it's actually a tie#steddie#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson#tw: domestic violence
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That Loud House
pairings -> Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh; poly
words -> 2,574 words
An architect, a scribe, and a prodigal drop out walked out of a house. Somehow they all fell in love, even tho they don't look like it when they're outside. (next)
As a local citizen in Sumeru City, you must have heard about that loud house in the higher levels.
Infamous for reasons already in the name, it had become a running gag, transcending the foundation of the structure to its well-known owners.
The loudness of that house wasn't anything new, but the occupants and its most recent addition made the legendary house ever so entertaining than annoying. Their names known far and wide, even touching the desert with gossip.
Out comes Alhaitham, the grand Scribe of the Akademiya holding himself to such high regard as both the lunatic and the savior of all of Sumeru.
Next leaves Kaveh with a bit more pep in his steps, so uncharacteristic of the Master Architect when he's frequently whining about his living conditions and roommate.
And last but never ever least exits you, gently closing and locking the door behind you unlike the first two to leave, rubbing at your eyes as you stumbled through the streets of the city with nothing but muscle memory guiding you.
No one knows how the relationship of that loud house came to be, only that one day, suddenly three people lived there. And those three people loved each other, expressed in some way that none of the Vahumana scholars can ever explain.
How you three came to be is a very... peculiar arrangement that people could only know if they asked. But out of your trio, only Kaveh is the approachable one, and even he didn't know the full story.
The true story of your relationship is privy to only you and Alhaitham, but the man would never entertain gossipers (for the sole reason of wanting them to overthink and hypothesize). And the two had made it very clear that they don't want you to be bothered by such trivial matters.
Foundation
No one would ever believe that Alhaitham started this complicated relationship, but he did. And no one but him and his clever brain would know how long he had planned for this.
"I see you're spacing out again," you pause in your walk as you silently watch the silver-haired Scribe make his way over. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Alhaitham." The scholar easily falls into step with you as you continued your leisurely walk, consciously adjusting your hair when you realized how well-kept next to your sleep-deprived self. "I'm fine, how about you?"
You've known the man even before he became a Scribe, even before he graduated and became your senior. How your closeness came to be is already a blur in your mind, but if there's one thing you're certain of, he at least enjoys your company.
You've bonded over collaborations for research before and after he graduated. Perhaps that's what draws him to you, he always liked and supported your ideas as much as he can even when no one does. Sadly, his work and your problems kept your interactions scarce.
"Wrong, it is actually already afternoon. Clearly, you are not fine and you can't deny it now." Oh my - you gently, slowly put your palm to your face, already so done with his antics for today.
It looks like you have a lot to catch up on since the last you talked. And Alhaitham, ever so smart, caught on with the impending long talk who proceeded to guide you to the tables outside Djafar Tavern.
When Eymen came over to take your orders, Alhaitham instead ordered for the two of you when you were about to refuse the service. Right, he's a rich guy now.
"How's your research been?" And at the sight of your sour face, he connected the dots almost immediately. "Same old?"
"Same old Akademiya. They won't fund anything that's not useful or groundbreaking, and I really liked this topic, too." And at his urging nods, you went on a tangent of the curiosities you've been hooked on for a while now, another idea he approves. "I don't understand why they are so heavily guarded with research regarding the history of the desert. I just want to learn more."
"Then leave the Akademiya." Stabbing into the Tandoori Roast Chicken a little too harshly, you looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "What? If the Akademiya is restricting you then you can continue your research without their laws applying to you."
Lunatic. That's just like him. Looking at you innocently with a raised brow as if he didn't just say something so out of pocket.
"You know I can't do that."
"Why not?" Bingo! That hesitant side glance confirmed his hypothesis easily, there's more than just the Akademiya that's putting circles under your eyes. Even as you occupied yourself with chewing the chicken, he kept his eyes on you like a hawk.
You sighed. "Research is my only income, unlike you, Scribe." He must be paid really well for his position, after all. "Rent in the City is also rising, I have to pay that next week, too. I'm so tired."
What is up with the people his close to and financial problems? He shakes his head. "Then drop out of the Akademiya and live with me." Unfortunately, this time he didn't care that you had chicken in your mouth. He continued while you're busy coughing your lungs out. "With my income, I'm more than glad to support your research. With this arrangement, you can focus on what you want and your health as we-"
HUH?! "Shu - fu - shut, shut up for a second." Eymen quickly came to your aid with a glass of water after seeing the commotion, but as he was about to pat your back, a stern look from your friend(?) made him think twice. "Do you even know what you're saying?"
"Yes. It's quite simple really," Alhaitham sat up straighter on his seat and uncrossed his arms. "I'll be your research support, I can even help you on them if need be, and living under my roof will remove you of financial burden.
"Deal." Eymen let out a loud 'huh?!' as he looks at you like you have a fungus head. "And I assume that you want something out of this, too?"
Nodding approvingly of your perceptive thinking, his next words both had you and Eymen reeling. "In exchange, date me and Kaveh."
... On second thought, it's not just you and Alhaitham that knows the true story.
But no one ever believes Eymen the bartender.
Surveying
Apparently, they were not in a relationship. Apparently, Kaveh doesn't even know about the terms and conditions of what transpired that day.
"Oh! Fancy meeting you here!" With the context, you awkwardly reciprocated the hug the architect greeted you with.
"You two know each other?" Alhaitham emerged from the guest room were your bags and items will be making home until this arrangement is over.
Kaveh, your Kshahrewar senior raised to the power of 2 was someone you had also collaborated with beforehand. Learning about the different periods Sumeru went through, as well as the civilizations of the other regions, the architect thought it was common sense to ask you for building inspirations.
The architecture was a part of your studies, right? Perhaps by seeing the different buildings all over Teyvat, he could infer his own design for his plates. You remember working on it for two days straight because you didn't want to disappoint him with a half-baked result, not when such a household name depended on you, a no name researcher.
"Well, that makes things easier then. They are staying with us from now on."
"They are?" The blond turns to you. "You are?!" You nod. "Oh, an angel descends from the skies to preserve my sanity in this house!"
You shake the hand offered to you, his smile brightening up more. "Let's get along, shall we?"
And get along you did. To be fair, it wasn't really that hard knowing Kaveh is Kaveh, and Alhaitham as his point of reference makes everyone look like saints.
However, being in the middle of these two also guarantees you to always be in the middle of their notorious arguing, even after you all settled into a genuine relationship.
"It's called a passion project, what is so hard to understand about that? Then again, knowing you, it wouldn't be too far fetched." Closing your eyes, the taste of the freshly cooked baklava became more apparent to your taste buds.
"It's not about whether this project is so important to you, it's the fact that it is missing a crucial factor: feasibility." Pulling the mug in your left hand, you washed down the sweetness of the pastry with slightly bitter coffee.
"What do you know about architecture to tell if it's feasible or not? You took one look at my plates and think you know better." Gulping your food, you let out a silent yawn as you tried to blink the sleepiness away.
"One look at it and I can see that you've put zero thought to the prices of the materials." What time is it? Maybe you can get some last minute nap before heading out.
"Why you -" Before you can register their morning argument subsiding, the feeling of hands on yours and your cheek jolted you awake.
"Why are you dozing off? Did you not sleep enough tonight?" As Alhaitham takes away the mug in your hand, Kaveh proceeds to wipe the pastry crumbs around your lips. Shaking your head, your blond lover moves to stand behind your chair.
"You told us you have an important errand today, you're gonna be late!" Then he starts to brush your hair back to style it as usual. Prying an eye open, you see a glimpse of Alhaitham cleaning up the table, as well as a hint of a subtle smile when his gaze caught sight of you and Kaveh.
Of course, if there's one thing that Kaveh and Alhaitham can agree on, it's their love for you. And that's honestly enough for them.
Structuring
Alhaitham viewed you as his responsibility in this symbiotic relationship, and when the time came that Kaveh settled into the arrangement, taking care of you became easier.
While it's not apparent, the Scribe hated seeing you stressed or down especially when you're susceptible to it than normal.
Things such as bills, needs, funding, rejected thesis can greatly affect your mental health greatly. And that in turn messes with the functionality of your brain, the same brain that he greatly adores. So with lesser jargon Alhaitham entrusted this information to Kaveh so that they both can look out for you when the other isn't there.
Unlike Alhaitham however, Kaveh's less used to your antics.
A shrill scream that can definitely be heard past the walls of the house made him jump and trip out of his bed, stumbling out of his room as he made a mad dash towards the room where the scream came from.
"(Y/N)?! What's wrong?!" Oh gosh, did you get hurt? Did someone break in?! Alhaitham is going to kill him for real this time!
Turning around from your spot in the middle of the living room, you pulled your hands out of your messy hair at the sight of your blond architect. "Kaveh? Oh shoot, I'm sorry did I wake you?" You thought you were alone in the house.
Shaking his head, his hands land on your shoulders to look for any signs of injuries. But no, based on the messiness of your hair, it seems more like an internal turmoil. "I heard your scream, tell me what's wrong, dear."
"Sorry, sorry, I was just really frustrated -" He needs to get you to clear your mind then, like what Alhaitham instructed- "Because of this stupid DIY miniature set."
"What?" Looking past you to the coffee table, there was the evidence of your frustrations. Cloth and wooden panels strewn about, and a mess of papers either discarded or needed littered the carpeted floor. "Why are you working on a DIY miniature house? Is that a house?"
"To destress." You raise your hands up in defense when Kaveh sent you a deadpan. "I think it's a Mondstadt style house."
"Why didn't you ask me to help then?" Forgetting his initial plan, he went on to seat on the floor and caught sight of the instructions page. Occupied with the interesting structure, you curiously sat next to him as he looked at the pieces. "I'm an architect, this is my forte!"
But... you're the one that's... trying to destress?
When Alhaitham came home, the house was suspiciously quiet despite having the lights open. Did one of you leave the main floor lights on by accident? Hanging his cape by the door, walking further into his shared home finally gave him the answer.
Cut up paper and trimmed fake plants scattered the area together with various small tools that he carefully picked up before anyone could step on it. There is a small model of what seems to be Mondstadt structure in the middle of the mess that could easily fit in his palm.
"This is what you two did the whole time?" But he expected the lack of response.
After all, as he turns towards the couch, there Kaveh laid stretched over the entire length of the long seat with his arm shielding his closed eyes. And there you lay on top, basically faceplanting the architect's chest.
Alhaitham could see the dried up clear glue on the tips of your fingertips.
His attention averts back to the miniature house. And that's when he sees it. Leaning down, the Scribe plucks up a copper wire with tiny bulbs jutting out here and there, with a switch at one end.
Oh. You two must have forgotten to add the wiring before assembling the piece and slept the frustration away.
Chuckling to himself, the man crossed his legs as he sat, picking up the discarded tweezer and glue. What would you two do without him really?
You were startled out of your shopping trip at the sound of someone screaming your name, followed by a person you've never met writing over to you. A mahamata personnel?
"We're sorry to bother you but Mr. Alhaitham and Kaveh -" Of course, it's about them.
It was a fallacy that everyone keeps committing at this point, believed in assumptions without evidence, but you followed the man to the destination to Treasures Street.
And when you stood in between the two quarreling scoundrels you call your lovers, the man who was hoping you'd stop the disturbance on peace looked confused. Of course he was.
After all, the arguments are part of the charm. Just because you came into the picture doesn't mean they'll stop in your presence, no, that's not your function in this relationship. However -
"I made progress."
"You did?! Thank goodness, I was worried you'll have to wait another day for dusk!" Kaveh flipped like a switch at the good news, eagerly suggesting to eat out for the occassion.
"Did you write it down? I wish to compare notes with my own hypothesis back home once we're done. When's the last time you hydrated?"
The public watched in confusion as the trio of lovers left the scene towards Lambad's Tavern, the argument turning into a conversation of jargons and lexicon that they can't follow.
It's always so eventful seeing the occupants of that loud house when they're together.
They just wish things were a little quieter.
Finally, the lesser organized poly series counterpart of CtM is here. Should have stuck to the headcanons format honestly but at least I know this isn't gonna be a one off thing lol
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Teacher's Pet
Summary: It's your first time being a TA, but you're pretty sure some of the areas your professor needs help with are not in the job description.
Pairing: professor Toto Wolff x TA fem!reader
W/C: 3.1k
Rating: +18, age gap, dom/sub, exhibitionism, creampie, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare
A/N: Filth. Pure filth. Absolute filth. As always on my smut - YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.
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By this time in the year, you knew the students' habits and schedule well enough to know what you did and didn't have time to do between lectures. Sometimes you had enough time to go the library to do research for your dissertation, sometimes just enough to barely make a fresh cup of tea, and sometimes - like right now - you had enough time to get absolutely railed by the professor you were under - both literally and figuratively.
You were sure that by now there had to be at least some rumors, but none reached your ears. Although there was no way that there were none, considering all the times the door to his classroom or office was magically closed when you were there together (mechanical failure of course, it was an old building after all). And if on top of that, you added the smudges in the exact shade of your lipstick ending up on few papers he graded, the fact that (at least in your mind) the scent of sex clung to you all the time, and all the hickeys and bitemarks taking deeper color over the course of a single lecture, meaning that they were fresh... There was just no way no one connected the dots yet. But officially, you were never caught, and with every time you got away with it, you got even more brazen.
That's why today he waited just a little bit longer to grab your wrist, turn you around and push your face into the pile of papers because the thrill of finishing closer to the start of the next class was too enticing. He quickly pulled down the panties you were wearing, let them fall to the floor, and threw the hem of your sundress over your waist, so he could see everything. Without saying a word, he placed a soft kiss on your left ass cheek, a complete contrast to what he was about to do. He run two fingers in between your folds, while his other hand was unbuttoning his pants and freeing the already hard cock. Both of you were expecting this to happen since the day started, you just weren't sure exactly when it would happen. So, every time your eyes crossed, every time you accidentally touched each other, every time you said each other’s names, it was almost like edging, but on a completely different and surreal level.
Sure, he could prepare you more, but he knew you loved that moment when the burn disappeared and suddenly there was only pleasure consuming your body, that's why he run his cock between your folds just enough to lubricate himself and slammed all the way in one swift move. You didn't have time to mentally prepare yourself for the familiar sensation, even though it was seared in your brain forever by now. He didn't wait at all before setting a brutal pace and pushing your hips into the edge of the desk, while you tried to hold onto the crumbs of balance you had left in your body, so you wouldn’t become a ragdoll in his hands.
His fingers were painfully digging into the skin on your hips and pulling you deeper onto his cock with every push, causing your whole body to jolt across the desk and making an absolute mess of the exams the previous group finished taking about 15 minutes ago, but that was the last think on your mind. He knew your body like the back of his hand by now, which came useful in moments like this because he knew exactly what he needed to do, to make you cum as fast as possible; when to thrust, what pace you enjoyed the most, what angles made your toes curl, and he was making use of it all, trying to force a whole goddamn opera of moans from your throat. And if not the fact, that you could already hear the students gathering in front of the door, you would have let him. But instead, you reached back for one of his hands and moved it to your mouth to at least try to muffle the whines you weren't able to stop.
What you weren't expecting was him putting more pressure and pulling you closer by your head, so you were standing up, flush against his torso, with his hips still hammering against yours, the material of his trousers and your dress preventing loud slapping from completely filling up the room. He moved the hand that was still on your hip to the neckline of your sundress and pulled it down, freeing your breasts. He gave each of them a squeeze, which made you throw your head back and rest it on his shoulder. With just your nose to breathe through, you were slowly getting a little lightheaded, so when he rolled your nipple in between his fingers and squeezed it tightly, your eyes almost instantly rolled back. You were so close, yet so far, but the hum of a small crowd gathering outside made it harder for you to lose yourself in the sensation of... him. Him inside you, him surrounding you... He was everywhere, haunting every atom of your body and your every thought, and you were helpless against the power he held over you.
- Either you're cumming in the next 10 seconds, or you're not cumming at all. - he whispered straight into your ear, just as there was a sound of a bell coming from down the hall. You lowkey expected him to start counting down, but he just added - I know what I'm choosing... - after which he sunk his teeth into the place where your neck met your shoulder, and that was the missing puzzle piece that finally completed a full picture of you falling apart in his arms. But you didn't get to enjoy that feeling for long, because he quickly pulled out after finishing deep inside you, pulled up his trousers, and put your panties that were currently on the floor in his pocket, while you were still trying to catch a breath, leaning on the desk in front of you.
With your walls spasming and clenching around nothing, you didn't even realize when he forcefully guided you to your usual seat in the first row, sat you down, and pulled the neckline of your sundress back up to hide your breasts behind the patterned material. Before he moved away, he placed one last hungry kiss on your lips and wiped the smudged lipstick from around your mouth. You should really consider stopping wearing it because it was leaving marks everywhere...
At first, you didn't even register the other students slowly filling up the room after Toto opened the door for them because your mind was still frozen in that moment of blinding pleasure. Even though your body was no longer uncontrollably twitching, your breath was still quick and shallow, your cheeks were flushed, and you were sure anyone who looked at you would be able to tell that you just got absolutely railed, but you underestimated under-slept and under-caffeinated students, who worried more about their grades and exams, than the insignificant TA.
Only about ten minutes into the lecture, your brain started comprehending reality once again, and what brought it back was a quiet question from one of the students you became friendly with over the last eight months.
- Sorry, could you repeat that...? - you whispered after quietly clearing your throat.
- Is everything ok...? - she asked. You couldn't tell her the truth, so instead you gave her a confusing look. - You look a little bit sick... Maybe you should take a day off or something? - she proposed, and you prayed for the floor under you to open up and swallow you whole. She meant well though.
- I'm fine... I just can't handle this heat well. - you lied, hoping that your words would be enough to convince her because the almost-summer temperatures were abysmal lately.
- Do you want some water? I have iced one... - she offered and the look of relief on your face told her more than your words because she bent down and took a thermal bottle covered in stickers from her bag and passed it to you. - You can keep it till the end of the lecture. - she added quietly and went back to making notes.
- Thank you... - you replied, opened the bottle, and took a big sip. It was colder than you expected, but it was your savior, allowing you to calm your body once again. You took smaller sips over the next few minutes, but then you just had to look at Toto, and you almost choked seeing how he looked at you. You didn't, but a little bit of water still dripped from the corner of your mouth, and down your cleavage summoning goosebumps over your skin.
He stopped mid-sentence for a moment, his eyes drilling into yours, but he quickly regained his composure and continued the lecture. You couldn't comprehend how he could look this put together after fucking you so hard, his giant, heavy desk was currently on a slight angle. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on his shirt, not a stain on his crotch. And then you felt it...
You were no longer wearing underwear. And he came inside you. It's not like it was the first time he did, but he never did that in the middle of the day, when there was no chance of plugging you or for you to clean up. You clenched up, trying your best not to let any of it leak out and stain first your dress, and eventually the chair under you. The panic and fear of finally being caught slowly coiled around your thoughts, but when you looked at him again... You realized that was exactly what he planned. He took his phone out of his pocket, and you just knew that the phone call he was taking was a complete and utter sham.
- I apologize, I have to take this. Y/n, could you please introduce the group to the concept of homo economicus...? - he asked, moving the microphone away from his mouth, his face all worried. He should get an Oscar for that performance. And you would have to work hard on yours because currently, your mouth was drier than sandpaper. You quickly nodded, took a sip from the bottle, and stood up, while Toto was leaving the room.
It took all your self-control to keep your voice leveled and steady when gravity was actively working against you while you were speaking on a fortunately familiar topic. You tried to move as little as possible, but you couldn't just stand there motionless, trying to will a large drop of cum from sliding down your thigh, with your mind.
Eventually, it did slip out of you, and you had to make a quick decision, so you started walking around the slightly raised podium, rubbing your thighs together as much as possible and smearing your mixed release all over your skin, just so it wouldn't fall below the hem of your sundress or just straight onto the carpeted floor. The sensation wasn't exactly pleasant, but it was much better than the potential humiliation you would have to face if someone realized what happened. You just hoped that if any of that panic showed in your body language or on your face, the students would assume it was because you were stressing about speaking in front of them.
But finally, Toto came back to the room. He didn't take over straight away, though; he let you finish your thought first, while he attentively watched your every move under the pretense of listening to your words. When you ended your short lecture, he apologized again, and you could finally sit back down, and pray that the heat you felt on your face didn't translate to the redness on your cheeks. You took another sip of water, eternally grateful to the girl who gave it to you, because it was the only thing currently keeping you from bursting into flames. After a very long moment, you were finally able to focus on the stack of exams you were supposed to be grading, and you did just that until the lecture ended. You gave back the bottle to the student and sat still where you were until the last person left the room.
- You're evil... - you mumbled much quieter than you originally intended, and Toto just smiled and walked closer to you.
- And yet, you loved every second of it. - he leaned down to kiss you, and you couldn't even pretend that you were mad at him, because he was absolutely right. Without breaking the kiss, he turned your chair, so he would be able to kneel in front of you, spread your knees, and roll your dress up, so he had free access to your thighs and what was in between them.
- The door... - you said quietly, and he just grinned, pushed your chair a bit further, and followed, so his whole body was hidden by the bench in front.
- No more lectures. And if someone will come for a consult... I trust you will be able to handle it. - he said and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, and another one a little bit higher. When he got to the mess of his own doing, he dragged his tongue across your skin, cleaning the stickiness that didn't dry out only because you kept your thighs closed since you sat down.
He was slowly getting higher and higher, licking every marked patch of skin, making sure, there was no more cum on your thighs, and leaving the pleasant coldness behind. But then he moved his hands to your hips and pulled you down in the chair, so he would have easier access to your pussy.
- Relax... - he whispered almost directly against your skin and licked the outside of your folds. You didn't have any other choice than to just lean back and enjoy what was happening. You were already turned on, but this... this was different. The intimacy of his actions made you feel all soft and warm, and you slowly run your fingers through his hair, causing him to look up. You wanted to say something, but you couldn't find the right words with his tongue slowly circling your clit and finding its way to your opening from time to time. The mere look of him kneeling in front of you was intoxicating, and the fact that he was slowly summoning another wave of pleasure to wash over you was only adding to the all-consuming intensity you felt toward him.
He didn't stop until he felt your walls clenching around his tongue, and even then, he didn't retreat right away, prolonging that searing pleasure you felt all around your body. Even though your orgasm was less intense than the one he gave you during the break, your legs still felt as if they were made from cotton. You had to grab him strongly by his hair and pull him away from your core, for him to actually stop and let your body process what he just did to it.
You were physically and mentally exhausted, and if not for the fact that you were still in the classroom, you would probably just fall asleep, because the emotional drop that suddenly came over you was strong.
- I need a break... - you whispered, with your fist still clenched around his hair, and it was the only part of your body that had even a sliver of strength left in it. He gently traced his fingers down your forearm to your fingers and untangled them from his hair...
- Come here... - he said quietly and pulled you down from the chair straight onto his lap, changing the positions, so he would be able to sit on the floor with his legs straightened, and you on top of them. - You were perfect today... - he whispered, pulling you closer and wrapping his arms around you, and you couldn't help but hide your face in his shirt in search of familiar comfort. Sure, you two could do absolutely blasphemous things together, but in the end, he was able to take care of you in any way you needed. And after the whole day of sitting and walking on needles, you needed... this. - Absolutely divine... - he added quietly, placed a soft kiss on your temple, and kept his lips there. He allowed you to process everything that happened today at your own pace, so your brain could slowly catch up with reality and you could feel like yourself in your body again.
It took you a moment, but he was there to praise you and guide you through that path.
- You're staying with me tonight. And I'm cooking... - he stated, when you were finally able to look at him again, and you knew that disagreeing now would be a bad idea, so you just sheepishly nodded and let him help you up. - Words are still a bit hard...? - you needed a moment to think about the answer, and eventually, you nodded again, but there was no shame or fear behind your eyes.
Technically today wasn't even a hard session, but the sub-drop didn't choose, and all the emotions you were exposed to eventually had to spill over. First denial and anticipation, which already gave him control over you, then the physical overpowering when you weren't able to do anything but submit... And after that, there was fear and humiliation during the lecture, and in the and - he chose to take even more pleasure from your body, and it just became... too much.
You talked extensively about your boundaries, needs, and expectations as soon as you both realized that you wanted to pursue this type of dynamic, so you knew that if you truly wanted to stop, that option was always available. With time he learned you well enough to know what you could and couldn't endure at the moment, just by looking at you, which was both a blessing and a curse because he could push your boundaries further from your comfort zone than you thought possible. And yet, you knew that one word or gesture, and he would immediately stop. You couldn't get that trust, that feeling of safety from anyone or anything else. That's why you welcomed his arms around you; you knew that even though you couldn't find your voice at the moment, he would still be able to hear it.
A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :)
Love,
G.
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The first time Steve went with Robin to a gay bar in Indy, he got a lot of education on the queer community from a group of Drag Queens. They were so pleased to run into a straight man at a gay bar that was there to protect his lesbian best friend that they answered all of his questions he’d asked. Even if a few of them were pretty convinced Steve was some sort of queer and just hadn’t gotten around to figuring it out yet.
The biggest thing that seemed to stand out to Steve was the hanky code. It was such a cool way to let yourself share this super secret part of yourself with the world without the dangers that actually sharing it would cause and Steve was enamored.
One particular Drag Queen, Helen, knows most of what the different colors mean and Steve can’t stop himself from asking about every single one of them.
When they get back to Hawkins Steve feels truly educated and Robin just smirks knowingly at him as he rambles on about everything he learned. He’d told Robin a few weeks ago he thought he might also like guys but was still figuring everything out. Robin was just happy he was willing to learn, even if he decided men weren’t for him.
Everything sort of spirals quickly after that.
Steve and Robin are at work when Dustin comes barreling into the store with Eddie Munson in tow.
“We need Rocky Horror Picture show right now.” The demand is sharp, and Steve just rolls his eyes at the teen.
“Not that I’m judging or anything Dust, but what do -you- need with that movie?” Robins voice cuts across the store from where she’s restocking returns in the romance section.
“We have a theory about Mike we want to test.”
“You have a theory about Mike you want to test.” Eddie cuts in hoping up onto the counter and crossing one leg under him. Steve’s pretty sure he stops breathing for a second. Because right there in his left pocket is that stupid black hanky that Steve never really paid attention to before, but now his eyes lock on.
“Steve!” Robins next to him now shoving him out of the way of the register so she can check out Dustin, and Steve’s still just kind of frozen in place because, Munson’s into some kinky shit and he’s not entirely sure how to bring his brain back from the rabbit hole it’s just dove down.
“Stevie, are you still coming over for movie night with me and Buck?” Eddie chirped climbing down off the table to follow Dustin out the door. Robin looked from Eddie to Steve, trying to figure out what exactly broke her best friend, when her eyes land on the hanky and she has to hide her laugh with a cough.
“Yea, he’s coming. He’s my ride anyways. We’ll see you at 8 Eddie.” With a nod and a questioning glance in Steve’s direction Eddie throws open the front doors and skips to his van as Dustin clamors into the passenger seat.
“Hey, Dingus.” Robin slides in front of Steve, a shit eating grin spreading across her face. “Learn anything new just now?”
“Holy shit Robin, how am I ever even supposed to -look- at him again.” He groans throwing his head down onto his crossed arms on the counter.
“He’s still stupid Eddie.”
“Stupid Eddie who likes to tie people up and administer pain in the bed room. Fuck.” Robin could see all kinds of gears turning in Steve’s head. Dots connecting, pieces falling into place until suddenly his face turns bright red and he stands up straight again locking fearful eyes with Robin.
“Oh my god Robin. I think I wanna fuck Eddie Munson.”
Robins laughter was so loud, Eddie could hear it all the way in the parking lot.
(inspired by @undeaddisillusion ‘s post found here)
#might make a whole fic outta this#thought this idea was fun tho#steves just a mess anytime hes around eddie now#can only think about getting tied up and fucked within an inch of his life#it takes eddie a painfully long time to figure out why steve wont look him in the eyes anymore#he thinks steves mad at him for some reason#but steves just having so many realizations about himeself#hes a disaster bi and robins having way to much fun with this#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley
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Hey bestiee, How are you doing?
It been soo long I know 😅, how about loki taking care of the reader while she is struggling with studying for exams?
No pressure!
Lots of love❤
Professor Laufeyson
Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader
Summary: Loki makes sure you take a break during studying. Being the supportive boyfriend he is, he even helps you study - kinda.
Warnings: studying? some stress, slight panic, fluff and a lot of sexy stuff/steamy hot times/suggestive smut
Word Count: 1,9k
a/n: I have now two weeks off! Yaaay! 🥳 And to celebrate that, I'm gonna give you this... And this turned out smuttier than I thought, but well... 👀 I'm not complaining - and I'm certain you guys are not complaining as well. 👀 Enjoy! Especially you, my friend @simping-for-marvel !
P.s. I hope you all's 'muscle memory' is working, 'cause there's a scene in there who is even better when you're able to connect the dots. 😏
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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist
"Ugh..." You groaned; rubbing your temples with both hands. Why was studying such a pain in the ass? Why am I even doing this to myself? You asked yourself; on the verge of despair. Right... Because my stupid ass wanted to become a teacher...
Reminding the words of your best friend - no pain, no gain - you took a deep breath and kept on going. You tried so hard to get the information of the various texts and formulas inside your head - but you couldn't. Your brain was already so stuffed full and fogged up, you couldn't do that anymore. It was like trying to squeeze your foot in a way too small shoe.
Impossible.
And hence, the stuff you had to learn for the exam wasn't even difficult! 'Just' some basic knowledge! You should know that already! But right now, you felt like you couldn't even calculate what was one plus one...
Another desperate groan left your lips. It didn't help. You needed to keep going. You had to.
Unbeknownst to you - yet, summoned the groan which left your lips your boyfriend, who was just down the hall in the living room; casually sitting on the sofa, reading. His ears literally perked up at the sound of his lover seemingly falling into despair. Closing his book shut, he stood up and made his way towards your little study.
Knocking gently on the door, "Darling?" Loki stepped cautiously inside - only to find you hunched over your desk; almost tearing your hair out. The god's eyebrows slanted. Seeing you like this caused his heart to ache - and he knew exactly what the problem was... "Darling..." He said once more; approaching you. "Y/N..." The moment his gentle hands touched your back; you flinched. You were so zoned out and lost inside the impossible task ahead, that you didn't even notice Loki.
"Shhh, my love, it's just me." You turned around in your chair to face him; forcing a smile on your face. "Hey..." You saw the look on his face, and before he could say something, you lunged forward to kiss him.
Then you quickly turned in your chair again and focused on the notes in front of you. Loki said nothing, just watched you 'work' for a few minutes. His gaze was critical. Something you didn't notice.
Suddenly you felt his hands on your back again, but this time, they were sliding lower; coming to rest on your hips. He leaned in closer; causing you to feel his warm, minty breath against the shell of your ear. "You need a break, darling. I can see that."
You immediately shook your head. "I can't, Lokes. I have to keep on studying. Unless, I won't pass the exam." Your boyfriend's eyebrow lifted - also something you weren't able to see, before he started to smile mischievously.
He leaned even closer; pressing his lean, but strong chest against your shoulder blades. He started to kiss and gently nip on the skin of your neck. You knew what he was trying now - and you tried with all your willpower to resist, but when Loki started to softly bite you, only to soothe the stinging pain with his cool tongue, your walls were crumbling down. You closed your eyes; fighting the urge to moan. "L-Loki, s-stop, I-" "Oh, no, no..." He interrupted you; grip tightening on your hips. "You're taking a break, darling. Now. I don't want you to have a breakdown. Come on." His words were stern, yet filled with love. He only wanted the best for you - and you knew it. So, you gave in. You would've given in anyway, if he'd have continued to kiss you like that...
Sighing with a nod, you turned around in the chair once more and let your boyfriend scoop you up into his arms.
Loki carried you out of the study and into the living room, where he let you down gently on the sofa. "I'll make you some tea, alright? You need to stay hydrated. That's very important - and like I know you, you haven't drunk enough water today." Your cheeks reddened softly. You gave him an apologetic smile; subtly telling him that he was right. The god just shook his head, "Oh my love..." before he disappeared into the kitchen.
About ten minutes later, he returned with a steaming cup of tea and a big glass of water. "Water to stay hydrated; tea for relaxation." He handed you the water first - which you gulped down within seconds. You definitely needed that. Placing the tea on the little table beside the sofa, Loki joined you. It was an invitation for you to immediately cuddle close against him. The god welcomed you with opened arms and a soft chuckle. "And you said you didn't want to take a break..." "Well... You never said that the break included cuddling with you..." You answered; while burying your face in his shoulder. "Study breaks always include cuddles." Loki argued; pulling you closer and pressing a kiss on your head. "Rest now, my love." And you did.
Just when you were on the verge of dozing off, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Loki immediately said; gently shoving you off of him and standing up. No five minutes later, he returned with two white boxes, causing your eyes to widen. "You ordered pizza?" Your boyfriend smiled; joining you once again. "Of course, I did, my love. You haven't eaten much today - and your body needs food to keep the energy up. Means in conclusion. No food, no concentration, and without concentration no studying." You dug immediately in the pizza; smiling brightly. "You're the best, baby. Thank you so much." "Anything for you, darling."
The cuddling resumed after the delicious meal you and Loki had - and it came how it had to come... You dozed off; slept in on Loki's comfortable chest - which caused you to wake up in a bit of panic, since you wanted to use way more of this day to study...
"Ohh fuck..." You cursed, as you looked on your watch. Your shifting and moving woke up the god as well, of course. "Darling, what-" "I wanted to take more time to learn and now we dozed off... It's almost 8 p.m!" You wanted to stand up, but Loki stopped. "Y/N... Don't panic, alright? We got this. I'll help you."
You frowned at his words. Help me? How? With a snap of his fingers appeared your notes in his lap. "Lay back down, my love. Get comfortable. Relax and just listen."
Loki knew how much you loved his voice. That was one reason why he always read to you. Now, he'd make use of this to help you study - and oh boy, nothing - absolutely nothing could've prepared you for this...
Your boyfriend cleared his throat and started to read your notes to you. "Einstein's theory of relativity is E equals mc squared." You blinked as soon as the formula had slipped past his lips. "This means that energy equals mass, times the speed of light... squared." Loki lowered his voice into an almost rough, husky tone, causing your whole body to sizzle. Never before had someone made math sound so sexy. It was obscenely erotic... And it was just the beginning...
"The Pythagorean equation is a squared plus b squared equals c squared. This means that for all right-angled triangles, the square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides." The god continued; watching from the corner of his eyes, how you shifted almost uncomfortably beside him. The way you squeezed your legs together didn't slip his notice either. He smirked. Just how he wanted.
You were positively a hot, aroused mess at the end of his 'reading session'. How could you not? The way he accentuated the words literally caused your ovaries (and various other things) to explode...
"PI is the circumference divided by the diameter of any circle. It's impossible to know the exact value, but PI is approximately 3,1-" Before Loki could finish to read the last note, you interrupted him. You just couldn't take it anymore. He definitely helped you to anchor the formulas inside your brain, but maths was the last thing you could think about now.
You turned around and quickly snatched your notes out of the god's hands.
"Darling, what...?" Your boyfriend feigned innocence, but the mischievous glimmer in his eyes betrayed him. Literally throwing the paper sheets away on the other side of the sofa, you bit your lip. "We need to test my knowledge, baby, and not just 'read through it'." You said, placing both your palms on his thick, muscular, grey sweatpants clad thighs; rubbing them up and down. Loki got the hint, of course and smiled smugly. "Ahh, I see. You are absolutely right, darling. We should definitely test your knowledge." "Mhh, we should. Ask me a question and I tell you the answer." "Glady," Loki purred; enjoying your touch so close to where he wished your hands to be.
"What's the formula for Einstein's theory of relativity?" You smiled; not stopping your hands from caressing his clothed thighs. "Easy. E equals mc squared." Loki nodded, before he had to suppress as small groan as your hands almost hit home. "Mhm...V-Very good, darling. N-Next question."
"What is the meaning of the Pythagorean equation?" You bit your lip again. "It means that for all right-angled triangles, the square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides - almost like this triangle here," you whispered seductively and smiled; while the tip of your pointer finger traced the obvious tent in Loki's sweatpants. It caused the god to shiver; breath hitching in his throat. He definitely needed a moment to recover from that sudden, delicious move - but then, he smirked. "Indeed. Although I believe that it's going to be an even more perfect triangle in just a few minutes." You couldn't help the small giggle which escaped your lips. "Oh, I absolutely believe that. What's next, professor Laufeyson?"
The term you just used send Loki's arousal almost skyrocketing. His jaw clenched; hands turning to fists. He needed more. More friction. More contact. More you. So, he reached out his arms; hands landing on your sides - and before you could do or say something against it, Loki had pulled you in to sit on his lap. You moaned; feeling more now as well.
"The last question is," your boyfriend started; tightening his grip on your hips. "For what do you need PI?" "C-Circles," you gasped; palms landing on his strong chest to steady yourself. "Circles?" Loki asked further. You nodded half-heartedly and started to move your hips - in a circle, making the both of you groan. "Mhhh, yesss..." Loki hissed; throwing his head back and exposing his neck to you. His veins pulsated; raven curls spilling over the back rest of the sofa. "Exactly, darling. You did perfectly - but I'd like to... deepen our studying a bit. Preferably without our clothes on." You smiled and leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. "Ohh, what a tempting offer, professor... I'd love that."
Now you were (still) laying on the sofa, but on your side, with Loki's naked chest pressed against your bare back. He had his arm protectively slung around your middle and was fast asleep. You could tell by his deep and even breathing.
You pulled the blanket Loki's seidr had manifested around the both of you closer; bathing in the warmth Loki and the cosy blanket offered. Your notes were still laying abandoned on the other side of the sofa and they would probably stay there until tomorrow morning. Well... That wasn't exactly how you planned this, but yeah... You didn't complain either. Maths could be indeed sexy.
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