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it just took me a while 'til i knew

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62767024

rated T // 1,980 words

Gregory House was leaning back in his chair, one leg propped up on the table and head tipped back against the wall. The file with their assignment was splayed out in front of him.

“James Wilson, M2 at Columbia,” James said, reaching out for a handshake. “It’s great to meet you.”

“What, you’re gonna tell me the specialty you want and the next time you plan to have sex too?” House glanced at his hand, then at his face. “That was a joke. Don’t tell me, I don’t care.” 

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just opened my banks app and it gave me a pop up for a fuckin. banking unwrapped?? and it turned out it was just unpersonalized customer statistics but for a brief glorious moment i was imagining a world where my bank was about to hit me with "you wasted $400 on GAY USELESS PURCHASES. you have spinal tap ungrungcore spending habits. your top transfer this year was: your landlord."

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i was not tagged by anyone but I saw @dogwooddiaries do this and I’m a sucker for yapping about books so: 9 books I’m looking forward to reading in 2025

Nightwood by Djuna Barnes - kind of cheating, because I started reading this about a week ago and I’ve slowly been working through it, but I’m a sucker for 1920s-30s western lit so I’m really enjoying it stylistically

Marriage of a Thousand Lies by SJ Sindu - this was recommended to me by one of my professors back in undergrad but I could never get my hands on it; a few years ago I read Blue Skinned Gods by the same author and loved it so I’m determined to get to this one soon

The Odyssey by Homer (trans. by Emily Wilson) - I’ve been thoroughly influenced by epic the musical and the upcoming Christopher Nolan movie; I did read the WHD Rouse translation when I was in high school (and understood about as much as you’d expect a 15 year old to get) but I’ve heard a lot about the Wilson translation and I’m excited to get into it

Mistborn/The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson - I’ve been kind of dancing around getting into Sanderson’s universe (I read Tress and The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook, and am currently reading Yumi and I’ve loved all of them) so hopefully this is the year commit to at least the mistborn trilogy

The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner - like I said, I’m a sucker for 20s/30s lit, and Faulkner is one of my favorite authors from that era… this one has also been sitting on my shelf for ages and one of my goals this year is to read more physical books that I already own

Meatless Days by Sara Suleri - another book I’ve had sitting on my shelves for a while, plus I’m trying to read more nonfiction this year :’)

A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers - the first installment of the Wayfarers series is one of my fav scifi books, and I’m currently reading A Prayer For the Crown Shy (I finished the first installment of this duology literally yesterday) and I’m so in love with it so far, so I definitely want to revisit wayfarers this year

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke - I might be a little cursed by this book because I originally bought it to read in tandem with my now-ex gf (we obviously never got around to it) then, a year later, planned to buddy-read it with a now-former friend… so I think the answer is to just read it by myself

Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler - Butler’s Kindred was my number one read of last year so I think that’s reason enough for me to be excited to dive into this one

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:D

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Kind of awesome being raised under a rock because I hear about a movie and go yeah I’ll check that out. Never heard of it before. Watch it. Get my DICK blown off. And then am like. Wow…… has anyone else heard about this critically acclaimed film with a 96% on rotten tomatoes that great filmmakers cite an inspiration for THEIR critically acclaimed films……..

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There’s this line from a play I like. It goes: “I don’t think God punishes people for specific things, I think He punishes them in general for no reason.” That’s life, right? We make the most of it.

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jack mulhern. what a man

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i’ve gotta color this still but uh. you guys should watch the boys in the boat

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Get you a man who can rock a megaphone strapped to his face

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Tell me, Muse, of the man of many ways

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don't you see the starlight?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62007592

rated T // 3,364 words

“HUME!”

Speak of the devil and he’d appear, think of Bobby Moch and he’d break down Don’s door. It’s like Bobby had a special sixth sense for when Don was wallowing in Bobby-induced self-pity.

“‘m coming, hold on,” Don grumbled, stumbling towards the door and tugging it open.

“Uh, hi,” Don said, dumbly, eyes latched to where Bobby's suit accentuated his trim waist. “You look… nice.”

“Why thank you, Donny,” Bobby replied with a wide grin. “We’re going out.”

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COXSTROKE SUPREMACY!! Don takes his job very seriously (intensely staring at his coxswain) (chill bro he’s all yours).

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been lying around sick for the past few days so obviously I took the opportunity to start going through jack mulhern’s entire filmography (featuring my ex-girlfriend’s reaction)

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Meet Me in the Middle - Chapter 2 - End

Previous

Summary: Bobby and Don finally sort themselves out

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Words: 2079

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AO3

Or

It shouldn’t hurt this much when Don doesn’t get his usual good morning from Bobby.

He pretends Bobby isn’t feeling well and just forgot. It’s harder to ignore when Bobby doesn’t wait for him in the locker room, that he’s already out at the docks pacing.

Don can’t look him in the eye. Not after last night. He climbs into the shell, locks his oar into place, but Bobby isn’t talking. It’s uncomfortable at best and Don can feel everyone’s stare on him.

The whole boat is off as they start practice, a visible wave of dischord striking every boy. Bobby’s voice is strained, he makes a wrong call here and there, leaving Don with an ever growing guilt. His oar is heavy in his hands, breaking open calluses he thought were long healed over. Whispers circle him, taunting and cruel, and Don comes to a sudden stop. The boat jerks, there’s muttered complaints while Bobby sneaks a glance at Don.

Ulbrickson is talking to them now but Don hears none of it. His grip is white-knuckled and he stares at the dark water. Drowning would be better than this.

Bobby’s sharp yell brings Don back to the present and he positions himself so they can start rowing again. He just needs to get through the next round. Then, he can try to fix things.

Practice continues to be horrible and it’s not over soon enough. With solid ground under his feet, Don is thankful Ulbrickson doesn’t want to have a team discussion, that he seems to notice Don’s tired expression and just lets the boys be.

The usual chatty locker room is dead quiet, a held breath and the exchange of cautious glances. Don does his best to ignore it, but in his distraction, he just barely catches Bobby leaving. He races to put away his things and grab his backpack, tripping and sliding down the stairs to catch up.

He grabs Bobby’s bicep but Bobby jerks away from him with an icy stare. This is not the Bobby Don knows.

“Can we talk? Please?”

Don needs Bobby to say yes. He’ll resort to begging if he has to.

Bobby hesitates, his glare not giving up for a second as he gives a firm nod. With a sigh of relief, Don leads them to a secluded spot by the water and he inhales sharply before turning to face Bobby.

“I’m in love with you, Bobby,” Don admits, fighting against the rising fear in his chest. “And I think you love me too. I heard you last night.”

Bobby says nothing, his jaw taut, eyes staring daggers.

“I know we’re just supposed to be friends with benefits, but I want to be more. I want to be with you.”

“Yeah, okay, Don” Bobby’s voice is low, seething.

His hands clench and Don wants nothing more than to grab them, massage out all the tension.

“Bobby,” Don is about to cry. “I couldn’t speak last night. I was terrified. Maybe I misread everything, maybe I’m about to fuck everything up right now. But I don’t want to lose this chance, I won’t make the same mistake.”

Bobby laughs then, but it’s through tears, and he runs a hand through his hair.

“Fuck, Don,” he swallows, “You can’t just throw this on me now. I was ready to forget about us. To just go back to being teammates. Not even friends.”

There’s another helpless laugh and Bobby buries his face in his hands. Don dares to take a step forward, to pull Bobby’s hands away from his face.

“Can we start over then?” He asks softly. “Robert Gaston Moch, will you be my boyfriend?”

There is a huff, then, “We’re going for the full name?” Bobby smiles through his tears.

Don shrugs as his own smile grows on his face.

“Yes, fuck yes,” Bobby surges forward, captures Don’s mouth with his own.

Don thinks this is what a first kiss feels like. They fit together like pieces in a puzzle, already knowing how the other likes it, open mouths breathing each other in. The little nips, tongues pushing, it’s perfect and Don is weak in the knees.

“Suppose we can finally do this in a bed, huh?” Bobby says breathlessly when they pull apart.

Their foreheads press together, Bobby’s arms wrapping around Don’s neck. Don plants his on Bobby’s hips, curls his fingers with a promise to never let go.

“Unless we want to do it in your car. Make it really special this time.”

Bobby grins, kisses Don again. “Nah. You’re taking me in your bed.”

Don doesn’t need to be told twice and the two rush from the water’s edge to where Bobby’s car is parked. They’re breathless, it’s still morning, but they have just a little bit of time before classes start. Don is grateful to live so close to campus and he and Bobby barely make it past the front door before they’re on each other again.

Scrambling up the stairs, they shed their clothes along the way and this leads to Don tripping over his shorts on the top step and catching himself with a heavy thud.

Bobby’s laugh is beautiful as he helps Don to his feet, a fondness Don will never tire of seeing. Kicking his shorts to the side, Don is finally just as bare as Bobby, but there isn’t a single trace of hesitation. Once they’re in Don’s bedroom, Bobby falls back against the bed and drags Don on top of him with a smile.

For all their franticness, the next kiss is lazy, slow. Don presses his tongue against Bobby’s and Bobby arches up so he and Don rub together. Holding Bobby’s hands above his head, Don interlaces their fingers, squeezes to tell Bobby these are now his.

When Don pulls away, Bobby is the picture of perfection, face flush, lips wet. Don wants to remember this forever.

“Gonna stare at me all day?” Bobby teases.

“If only I could,” Don sighs wistfully before sitting up.

He opens his bedside table drawer, grabs the bottle of lube and a condom.

“Wait,” Bobby stops Don. “Can we do it without a condom? We’re both clean and…I really want to feel you.”

Don’s heart swells and he kisses Bobby. “Anything.”

Bobby grins at this, shakes his head. “You might regret saying that when I get more kinky.”

“Bobby,” Don blinks. “We’re literally tried over half of the things on that weird BDSM list you printed off.”

“Ah,” Bobby says as if he’s forgotten. “Well, then. I’m all yours.”

Don shakes his head with a smile and lubes up his fingers. In their usual pattern, Bobby rolls over, shoving a pillow under his hips. He pulls apart his cheeks and rests his upper body against the bed.

Unable to help himself, Don leans down to lick a long stripe up Bobby’s hole. Bobby shakes, swears and Don does it again.

“Fuck, I won’t last long,” Bobby groans.

Don isn’t sure he will either so he sits back on his heels, swirls and taps one finger at Bobby’s furl. Don is slow with the first finger, pushing it in painfully slow, dragging it back out just to see Bobby shiver.

Bobby’s fingertips turn white, digging into his soft flesh as Don stretches him open. It’s with the second finger that Bobby moves his hands, grips tightly onto the bedsheets.

Kissing next to Bobby’s hole, Don presses his tongue in next to his two fingers and drinks up Bobby’s moan.

“Fuck, fuck,” Bobby cries. “Donny, please.”

Still thrusting his tongue in and out of Bobby, Don adds a third finger, curling his fingers with each drag back.

Bobby whimpers, his back a perfect arch as Don brushes over his prostate. It’s with a whine from Bobby that Don presses at the sensitive spot again and Bobby practically screams.

“Don, baby,” Bobby’s voice is ragged. “Get the fuck inside me.”

Don grins, places a final kiss on Bobby’s hole before he leans back and squeezes lube onto his cock. It’s cold but with a few strokes, Don is ready to push in and he has one hand hold Bobby’s hip, the other he uses to guide his cock into Bobby.

Bobby’s breaths are punched, high-pitched whines until Don bottoms out. Don soaks in the tightness, how easily Bobby takes him and he can’t help tug at the rim with his thumb.

“You’re a goddamn tease,” Bobby mutters as he slowly turns over with Don still inside him.

He wraps his legs around Don’s waist, pulls him forward by his shoulders. Don barely has time to catch himself as his face lands mere centimeters away from Bobby’s and they share a small laugh.

“I love you,” Bobby says and there’s no way Don can misinterpret this now.

“I love you too,” Don pulls out before slamming back in.

Bobby gasps, nails digging into Don’s back. With a groan, Don slowly, harshly fucks Bobby, sucks a dark spot onto his neck. Bobby is perfect, holding Don close, clenching around him.

“You feel so good, baby,” Bobby praises. “God, I can’t wait for you to fill me up.”

Don moans, eager to see Bobby blissed out and dripping. Their hands tangle together and their grips tighten as if the other person is the only one keeping them on this earth.

“Don,” Bobby begs, meeting Don’s thrusts with the push of his hips. “Don, Don.”

Don is head over heels for this man, catering to his every whim. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else and all he wishes is that he could stop time.

As Bobby’s moans and cries shorten, Don feels the tight heat constrict. He watches, enraptured at the sight of Bobby curving off the bed, spilling all over his stomach and chest. Bobby’s far-off stare, his clenching hole, it’s consuming and with a few more thrusts, Don comes inside Bobby.

Bobby whimpers, bites his lip as Don keeps filling him up. “Yes, god, yes.”

Don groans, grinds into Bobby one last time before pulling out. Bobby’s hole leaks and Don catches the rim with his thumb, mesmerized at how Bobby tightens to keep as much cum inside of him as he can.

“One of these days, I want you to fill me up and put a plug in me,” Bobby murmurs, arm flung over his forehead. “Wanna feel you all day.”

Don can't imagine anything better and he shoots forward to kiss Bobby, nipping at his lips.

“You like that, huh?” Bobby smiles against his mouth. “Want everyone to know I’m yours?”

“Yeah,” Don breathes.

Taking their time, Don and Bobby embrace some more, slow kisses and tender touches. It’s Don who leads them to the bathroom, the two showering and bathing in each other’s arms.

“Really thought you didn’t care,” Bobby admits as the hot water pours down on them.

Bobby’s back is pressed against Don’s chest, their arms wrapped around each other across Bobby’s stomach.

“I thought last night was it.”

“I’m sorry,” Don kisses his shoulder. “I was being stupid.”

“I think we both were,” Bobby laughs a little. “We could’ve been like this a while ago.”

Don turns Bobby around in his arms, gives him a soft kiss. “Better late than never I suppose.”

Bobby just smiles at this and it’s a few more minutes of holding each other before they decide it’s finally time to leave the shower.

“Shit,” Bobby says when he looks at his phone as they’re changing. “We gotta get going. My exam’s at noon.”

Don pauses. “Wait, you thought having sex with me was more important than studying?”

“Says the guy who almost got kicked off the team because he wasn’t passing his geology course,” Bobby retorts. “Besides, it’s just constitutional law. I’ve got this.”

Don knows better than to get into Bobby’s coursework now. Bobby’s confidence is endearing and Don has a smile plastered on his face as they get into Bobby’s car.

“Yeah?” Bobby raises his eyebrows, amused.

“You’re cute, that’s all,” Don replies.

Bobby blushes at this, mumbles something as he pulls out of the drive. They’re at campus in what feels like an instant but before they get out, Bobby grabs Don by the collar and gives him one last kiss.

“Lunch after my test?” Bobby grins.

Don is a lost cause and all he can do is stare at Bobby, swimming in his gaze before he finally finds his voice.

“It’s a date.”

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If your man won’t take the shot, do it yourself (preferably not on stage if he’s a huge introvert)!

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my 2024 reading wrap

over all it’s been a really good year for reading for me 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ here’s to another next year, though I feel like there’s no way I’ll get through this many books next year

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lil bit of the coxstroke wip I’ve been working on teehee