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beetlesacquired · 1 year

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WIP Update

Hi, between work and uni, I haven't been able to write a lot lately, which sucks, but I graduate in about a month (!!) which means that starting about midway through December, I'll have way more free time and creative motivation to get fics out. In the meantime, here's a rundown of all the wips I've got going through my head that will hopefully get updates/see the light of day soon (warning for nsfw fics)

Published WIPs

Promptober

I'm over a month late and only on day 10, so least to say, she's my highest priority. Currently I'm working on day 11: oviposition, and it's almost done, so that should hopefully get out this week! If you're not into that, day 12 is a cute Padme and Luke fluff, so you can look forward to that one instead.

Higher on the Streets

This is a podracer!Anakin and kind of sugar daddy senator!Obi-Wan fic that currently only has one chapter published several months ago, but rest assured, it haunts me every single day. It's not abandoned! But this was my venture into trying to write a multichap where I post chapters as I write them instead of once the fic is complete, and as it turns out, my brain doesn't like working like that. The second chapter is in progress, though it's kinda low on my priority list.

now there are four of them

Sith!Obikin x canon!obikin. This is my favorite of my posted wips, and I'm already several thousand words into a part two, I just have to have the time to really dedicate myself to writing it, because if you've read my smut fics before, you know they're obscenely long. As a sneak peak for part two, Obi-Wan uses the artifact to visit the sith and gets lowkey cucked. ALSO because I've had people ask me, part three WILL be Vader/Anakin, promise promise promise

Omegaverse Week 2021

YES this is still a wip because I'm the WORST. I've had day 7 almost done for over a year. I just need to finish it. Please give me the motivation to finish it. It's body worship, fluffy, so wholesome, I just have to finish it.

will it feel like the end?

Omega prince of the sith Anakin is betrothed to alpha king of the jedi Obi-Wan after the death of Anakin's mother and father. Not only does Anakin want nothing to do with the Jedi, but he has suspicions that King Obi-Wan is behind his parents' murders.

I really did omegaverse week dirty huh, I said over a year ago that I would turn this one shot into a fic, and I got so many comments asking me to do just that. And Yet. It'll happen. I swear it'll happen. I mainly just need to get my thoughts together for it.

Unpublished WIPs

gather ye children of men

TW: religious trauma, internalized homophobia

I, like all the other obikins, watched that angels and demons movie and felt things. Alas, I don't know enough about catholicism to write a priest kink, so I had to improvise. I give you: southern baptist preacher's son Obi-Wan is asked to be a good influence on local bad boy Anakin, who's fallen away from christ in pursuit of tattoos, piercings, alcohol, and *gasp* homosexuality.

all the skins of a life in this world

TA!Anakin who's in love with professor!Obi-Wan. In order to try to get over his feelings, he joins a BDSM discord server where he meets Mod Ben. Possibly trans!Anakin? Still thinking about that one.

if brokenness is a work of art

TW: child abuse, trauma

Master!Anakin agrees to take on padawan!Obi-Wan as his apprentice after Obi-Wan's master, Maul, is deemed unfit for duty in the aftermath of the Clone Wars. Obi-Wan has some strange habits, however. He only speaks when spoken to, doesn't keep any personal possessions, and has cast off all the friends he'd made when he was a youngling. At first, Anakin puts it down to the stresses of going into the Clone Wars too young and being reassigned to a new master, but as time goes on, Anakin starts to question what really happened to Obi-Wan when he was with Maul.

This is probably my favorite one here, but it's a newer idea, so I'm still working through the planning process to make sure that everything works out the way I want it to. More likely than not, it'll actually probably be platonic Obi-Wan & Anakin rather than shipping just because of the nature of everything.

currently unnamed fic

My newest idea, as is apparent by the lack of title, so I don't completely have a summary yet? But it's modern/magic au, definitely a darkfic, lots of whump for obikin especially but also everyone else they drag into their problems.

Those are my wips! I greatly anticipate the day that I can write about things that aren't ancient scandinavian poetry and the effectiveness of college entrance exams. If you've gotten this far, asks about wips or any of my other fics are always welcome <3

#beetles writes things #obikin #obikin fanfiction #omegaverse #my wips #idk how to tag for stuff like this rip #at one point while typing this up I pressed enter and tumblr posted it instead of moving a line down????? a traumatic experience

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wujico · 3 months

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i havent texted my girlfriend today. cant bring myself to do it. im going to end things soon, so that they dont have to deal with me any longer. what am i supposed to say, when theyre two stars away from grace... and im just me.

i want to hate them, so that it'll be easier once i do what i need to do. but i love them so much, more than anyone else. theyre the only one i have in my shit city.

i hope they hate me. i hope they gossip about me and its only bad things that they tell. i hope when they think of me they only feel resentment.

i hope im the villian, when they talk about what we once were. i hope when i finally end it all, they talk shit about me to their family. we have a mutal friend group... when we break up, i hope our friends hear their part of the story only.

i hope they hate me and i hope they make everyone else hate me as well. then i'll truly be alone.. but its okay. because i deserve it.

its better than them loving me, because i cant be loved, when im i like this.

i wrote this ^^^ then decided to text them. it wasnt dry per say but just... distant. they asked me if i knew about their new animal jam oc that they've be drawing (i did, because of their pfp which changed on most platforms) but i said no, cause i just want hear them talk. i love how pretty they look when talk about their interests.

but well... apparently i was the last to know. they said, "oh i thought i told you." I care, obviously, that i wasnt the first to know (jealousy issues and all that).

Maybe it would have been nice to at least have a snipet of their work when they were drawing the multiple drawings of him.

its been like that since we started dating though; their friends get first priority. their discord group is the first to get spammed. i wonder what its like, having a group of irl friends who actually like you for you... ill never know that feeling, not since my old toxic friends.

but ive gotten used to being second, im nobodys first, its whatever. but i wanna know things, even about my girlfriend. but theyre not being forced to share things like that, its just me. its who i am. i am so unlovable, i am so unapproachable.

its definitely my fault, that we cant talk about things anymore. i want to blame it on my depression. i want to blame it on my autism and need for space. i want to blame it on my uni classes that keep me at the school from 9am to 8pm most days. i want to blame it on my insomnia.

but those are exuses for how shitty of a person i am.

thats why im breaking up with them. because i cant even be enough to hear about their interests without it feeling forced. they deserve someone more, someone better. i dont love myself, but i love them, even then i dont think thats enough.

why do i have to be like this?

i just wanna be someone's first choice. just once. but nobody will ever choose me, so ill close myself off and push myself away. slowly...

not even 🍀 realizes yet. sometimes i go distant and shut off, but we're both like that. i wonder if hes noticed that i never vent anymore, or talk about anything serious. i wonder if he analyzes my discord status as a cry for help instead of a simple song lyric. i wonder if he can read past all the fake happiness through capital letters, emojis, keyboard smashes and exclamation marks.

ive been pretending ive been getting better, but thats been far from true for a while. sh doesnt even work anymore. i only wish for death now.

🍀 left me before. three times. once, it was because i was needy. the second time, i wasnt enough for even his boyfriend- he chose his boyfriend over me. the third time was the worst, but thats a story for another day.

he always apologies and says hes sorry; i say i forgive him, because i dont want him to feel guilty. he left me for a reason, its cause im an unlovable person. and i do forgive him, how could i not? when hes the person who gives me life? getting that text message that he wanted me back was literally like a dream, but i didnt and still dont understand why he would take me back. i dont think i deserve a third chance.... who knows

i forgive him. i cant be mad at anybody anymore, i cant find it in me to care. but im still hurt by it. im scared, too. im scared im gonna wake up and he'll be gone again.

im selfish, but im scared when he mentions his friends... how pathetic right? but its them who told him to leave me all those years ago.

maybe it'll be best this time though. if it happens a fourth time, he has to believe them right? i hope they make him hate me.

but ill pretend im okay for another day.

- ji

(1 / 16 / 2024)

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morriwithknife · 5 months

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Not having a voice in family

This is probably the only time I'll say this, but this will be sent out into the Tumblrverse to get it off my chest.

TW: abuse, s2icidal thoughts, animal abuse, self harm, mental health, anxiety, family issues

I'm the eldest (21) female child in my family. I have a younger sister (G)(19), my mum, and my dad. My mum comes from another country (S) where all her family live. My dad's family is from my home country.

Growing up, my primary school years were fine, but I started getting mental health issues at the age of around 12-13. I didn't know what anxiety or panic attacks were, nor did I know that s2icidal thoughts or self harm warranted getting help. I struggled with thinking that my mental illness was fake, and that I was just doing it for attention. After all, I had asked my mum for help and she hadn't got me the help that I now realize I needed.

My parents fought all the time at home. They argued, they would give each other the silent treatment. Every time we went out as a family, there was tension, every dinner there was tension. When I was 15 my mum started venting to me about everything happening with dad and dad's family. It was strange because no-one else knew about this - none of our family friends, none of our family, none of my friends.

My dad was also what I now know as abusive towards me. He would pinch me, hit me, tickle me, scruffle my hair, especially when I expressed that I didn't want him doing that. He would think it was funny. When I approached him seriously to ask him to stop, he would for about a day and then go back to doing it again. He would get upset at me for being late to events, even though I was early. Learning to drive was the worst. He would shout at me in the car, he would push me, not care if I was crying or not. He would make me hug him afterwards. As a result, now I don't like people touching me. Anywhere.

My issue is that my close family (G, mum) know that I don't like being touched - I express this to them, and they seem to take it personally. As if I'm offending them if I don't. At first, they understand it, but they think that if they slowly start hugging me or touching me that I'll warm up to it and it will be fine. I have been getting better, and sometimes I don't mind hugging friends to say goodbye at social events. My close family take this personally that I can hug sometimes but not all the time. It's as if my words don't matter to them. I love them - but that means I set my own boundaries.

My dad also used to hit my dog, which I found completely unredeemable. My dog is a beautiful spaniel, and he would never have deserved it, no matter what he did. One time my dad hit someone else's dog and laughed about it. My sister joined in too. I thought it might have been a misunderstanding, but my feeling of disgust made me not want to talk to him ever again. As soon as he hit my spaniel, I remembered him hitting the family's previous dogs as well. I remember my parents teaching me to smack him on the nose. It was as if those memories were hidden, and I had just remembered. I felt so much disgust for myself and my mum and dad. He didn't understand that it wasn't right, that it would never be right to hit a defenseless animal. As a result, I now question my memories, and what I thought happened as a teen. Some events I have told my mum and she doesn't remember, some she tells me and I don't remember.

In 2022, my parents separated. It was quite traumatic, and I felt like I had to support my sister heavily. I drove her to and from school almost every day for the rest of the year, even though I had uni. A few months after my parents separated, I cut contact with my dad. It was extremely difficult. I felt guilt over it literally every day, even still today. I felt like if I was a father I'd feel so incredibly sad if my daughter didn't speak it me.

Later that year, me, my mum and G went to S for a family trip, over Christmas. It was a pretty good time. I struggled with mental health and I feel like as one of the youngest cousins, I didn't have a voice there. There was one thing I wanted to do over there: skiing. When the opportunity arose, my mum convinced me not to, since her and G wouldn't want to either, and it would take time out of our trip. We were there for two months, and I was so glad to come home. G didn't come home with us though; she stayed in S to do a gap year.

So to make a very long story kind of shorter, G stayed until November. While she was over there, she borrowed 6000 dollars of my mums money to do that gap trip around Europe. There was also a family situation where my Aunt accused her (keep in mind my sister is 19) of cheating on our cousin with her fiancé. My aunt refused to elaborate, and still keeps a grudge to this day. I was extremely angry that my sister could come out of one fucked up family and immediately be met with hostility in another. I feel defensive of her, as I've had to stand up for her and protect her multiple times when my parents were together.

Since G has been gone, my mum bought a new house and we moved into it days before G arrived. It was extremely stressful; mum must have some sort of anxiety because on moving day she was snappy at me and closed off, and she seemed to not want to talk or make any decisions.

G arrived back in my home country last week. She's been acting kind of strange since then - I understand that her accent has changed a little, and her personality, but it's so painful to see that I'm not sure I like this new G. She sounds like she knows everything, that she knows what we went through moving house and all that. She's not the old G I knew. I said I'd give her a week, but honestly, I'm just getting so annoying that she just doesn't get it.

So first of all, G has seemingly forgiven my Aunt. She says they have a good relationship, and talks highly of her, even though they never resolved the cheating thing. I was never in a position to call up my Aunt and ask what the hell she was thinking, or why she hadn't had a long discussion with G, or why she still thinks the fiance is a cheater? My feelings were never considered, and I feel like now they just simply don't matter anymore.

Second of all, G still talks and hangs out with my dad. That's fine - I don't expect G to go no-contact with him like I did. After all, their relationship was quite different - to my knowledge he didn't push her around or not care about her boundaries. He didn't get so upset at her either. Plus, I remember defending her against him and mum. I asked her at lunch yesterday what he was doing with his life - where he was living etc. (I like to avoid him). So the conversation came to him. At one point she said to my mum, "I've noticed you and dad get along better now". Like... yeah? They've been separated for a year? Yes? I told her that I felt guilt over going no-contact, and she told me "you do you, you do what's best for you", and... idk it just sounded so distanced from the problem? Did she not see the years that he abused me and the dog? Does she not know what he did? Worse, does she know what he did, and is choosing to see him as a good person still? Makes me feel like my feelings on the issue just don't matter - that everything that happened between me and him didn't matter, and that she doesn't take me seriously.

And last of all is what she said about us moving house. I was telling her that I'd been very stressed lately, as moving house was also in my exam period. I had to apply for special consideration since my exam and moving house (plus not having wifi) was causing me mental health issues with my anxiety and panic attacks. I told her this, and she said "well, you know it's your house too". AAAAH I hate this! wtf! So, I'm supposed to be absolutely fine moving house, despite having to dealing with my mum (and all her anxiety) plus my exams, plus G's arrival, and everything else?

I feel like whatever I say, my voice doesn't matter. I don't matter. I do my little things and yes, sometimes I can be off in my own world, but I am very opinionated. I don't think it's anywhere acceptable that my dad hits any animal. I don't think it's acceptable that my aunt accuses my sister of cheating with her son-in-law. I don't think it's acceptable that I'm supposed to put aside my trauma just to give her a hug.

I love my sister so much - and I have tried to protect her against my family- I really have. She's always had me to fall back on, and I intend to keep it that way.

There's just been so many things that G has said in the past few days that I don't even know how to remotely respond to. It's as if she's a completely different person. Like, I understand that she's going to change when she's been overseas for a year, but, seriously? I have defended my family before, defended people I care about, and it always seems to fall on deaf ears. I'm 21 now, I am an adult. Generally I'm a logical unemotional person, but this is really getting to me.

tldr: sister came back from gap year. Acts like she knows everything and doesn't seem to acknowledge my trauma, or the stressful time I'm having atm.

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northropi · 9 months

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this is terrible advice for anything except in retrospect, and even then i don't even know how right i really am, but i probably should have dropped out earlier. i'm probably gonna have to start making loan payments soon and frankly the job i have, which is pretty nice, seems like one i could have gotten on community college education- and meanwhile embracing my "get a real job" mentality during that time has kind of fucked me over royally. now that i'm not quite stable but getting there, art is sort of all i have emotionally, and, well, yeah i'm sorta in the worst art mood i have been in for a long time.

it doesn't help that we're sort of in a new generation of prodigies who are often too young to even be able to view the stuff i post, picking up modeling and code from an actual early age. yeah the TikTok ten-videos-at-once thing seems dystopian but frankly the kids are alright and i'm left envying that.

i have no portfolio. everything i've done outside of the last four years has been pen-and-paper sketches. while, like, yeah, valid, go traditional artists 'n' all, getting those online would be prohibitively complicated. Page after page to scan, page after page that's been rubbing together for years in a cheap sketchbook, my already faint linework rubbing away, eroding into nothing. so much must already be just lost to time. and in those four years, what have i done? not fucking much. Haven't been able to find the time, and when I find a bit I can't apply myself.

everything i do has an entirely different workflow as i try again and again to get somewhere fucking functional, and i've become acutely aware of how drawing for establishing concepts rather than for scenes and characters has left me with, and say that i'm good at <x> all you want it doesn't change the fact that i'm not good at <y> and <y> just so happens to be really fucking important, an extremely unbalanced skillset. i can't really draw the same thing twice- every drawing of a given character looks like a different fucking character. my perspective is wonky, and after that first attempt i don't know if i'll ever be able to do animation. and somehow i still have sameface issues!

writing dialogue comes out fucky because i can't make a character naturally sound like anything but myself, i don't know how basic shit like speech bubbles should look, there are huge gaps in my knowledge of the software, and, just, why was i not doing what i'm doing now seven years ago? fuck, why wasn't i on this site? i'd have been bopped by the porn ban probably but it'd have been good to have my foot in the door- i know i had a phase where i was all "ewww Tumblr" but i was never that bad.

i've often expressed when asked about how i think of my life that i've spent it. not doing things but on things. that it was consumed and given away in a transaction in hopes that i could start it later-but-better. and for all that life i spent, i was explicitly promised that the next phase of it would be easier. that really high school was harder than college and it was all just to test you, that the laid-back pace of university would be easier than my college once i transferred, and that jobs would be so easy to come by after university and so laid back that my life would be a breeze. each time was a lie- well, maybe it'd have gone better if i could have finished uni, but somehow i doubt that it'd fix my free time issue.

it was five years, and i proceeded to spend an additional two rotting at home. imagine if i spent those with some friends nearby, someone i could move out with on a basic job. nope. never made any. imagine if i had spent the years of unemployment at least being able to work on things- but no, i was being prodded at to get a job even in spite of diminishing returns, kept under so much stress that even on days where i had done my due diligence i couldn't focus. now i have a job, and it's devouring my time with the drive to get there and back, and this isn't even full hours yet. can't find the focus or time to get art done- but at least my high WPM and depressive episodes mean i can get bursts of writing done and look like a sadsack to the rest of the world, huzzah.

every day it becomes easier to look at something i admire and compare myself to it, but harder to learn from it. it's like i was born yesterday with nothing but snippets of trivia to my name- enough to let me fake it halfway through a Mechanical Engineering degree. and, yet, i feel old. i don't know how else to describe it. past my prime, like my brain isn't able to wire in new habits and like my time to work with what i have is sorely finite. i keep asking myself if life sorta just sucks- if anyone is able to really do anything off the clock or if all these people i want to be like are some privileged few blessed with more time than us dregs. and as for practice, hoooh boy, did i mention the family predisposition to dementia? how i suspect even my mother has succumbed to it at some point in her conspiracy rabbithole between the ages of 30 and 50? plus my liver being funny? the hole in my brain that's just fucking there? yeah i give myself until 50, and gonna be 26 in a month, so, shit, dude, at this rate, how much art can i do in my life? like being generous i'm halfway good, and it seems like i might be halfway dead, so doing the math i don't have a ton of hope.

at what point do i stop being stubborn and just comm someone better than me to do everything fuck

Anyways, yeah, like, between the stuff I took on in High School and higher education, that's, like, a decade of my life just... Poof. Gone. And now it's... maybe some background help I should be grateful for? But right now it feels like it wasn't fucking worth it. I could have made something. I could have really... Made something. Something not exactly real, but something good.

Do you know how deluded I was in that engineering phase? I thought I'd be designing planes just as casually as I drew them. I was aware on some level that I wasn't that good, but that lie of being gifted, it strung me along into thinking that, with enough training, I'd get there, because that's totally how the aerospace industry works. Oh, and working for fucking LockMart or some shit? No moral qualms there. Just like Gramps, the one you never knew because even your abusive mom considers him abusive, who worked on the T-28's ejector seat (a specific part of a modification to a preexisting design and he didn't even do that alone and yet your dumbass was just like "yeah I'll just build a plane from a sketch every week," you fucking megalomaniac), and then died in his house with his dog that always puked every time you saw it only like 10% lucid some months after threatening his social worker at gunpoint- yeah he's one of the dementia points btw.

You know how I feel? You know, like, shows, right, movies where the character isn't having a great time so they see a vision and it's like "wow glad that's not me!" It feels like there's some version of me out there that's, you know, starving artist, poor, wondering if she made the right choices, and she's looking at me right now, like, still pretty poor, but also fucking miserable and probably not gonna be remembered after she's gone, and looking at the genie or whatever the shit that brought her in like "wow! I appreciate my life much more now! Clearly artistic pursuits are worth pursuing over job security, even within the crushing confines of the capitalist system!" And like, Djinn, buddy, like, it's been 25 years in this weird AU you made to prove a point, doesn't feel like it sometimes, but can you do me a favor and just sort of merge this timeline back into that one so I don't have to see this through? Or, like, are you gonna show her my neglected, crumbling headstone too to really drive the point home?

Or maybe this is the good timeline, but that just raises further, darker questions.

...

I kinda want to believe I made the wrong choice, really.

#art #vent #rant post #morbid

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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oh sweetie, my weekend was fine just a bit unsatisfying because I had a lot of plans cancelled + I have been feeling a bit anxious about a whole lot of things about uni (like you know when you have been working/focusing on more things and can't do any of those? that's me) + I got a stiff neck (just as I was exiting a cold). definitely showing my 25 years of age. but mentally I am trying to regain my balance, so I should be fine.

also I am sorry to hear about your relative, as always there is a limit to what I can do, but I absolutely am sending you the best vibes possible and all my love and warmth. I also do hope that even thought you might not see 'Scream' now, you'll get to do so, soon, in a calmer time!

in the meanwhile, I'll distract you with my unserious rambling.

yeah, Turin is very pretty and one of the cities where I'd love to work (still bitter about the fact that I was supposed to attend a wedding there but they changed the location, ugh).

and I'll definitely check them both out. I have heard about 'the shape of water' but always got discouraged from watching it but never heard about 'cronos', I'll definitely look it up.

(also would I be one of the people using the backdrop for selfies? maybe... but that's just because I need to further up my artsy instagram feed, as the arthoe, I am inside).

ALRIGHT NEW THING ABOUT MUSEUM CURATOR! AEMOND (writing it down before I fall asleep and forget about it!). but basically Aemond being interested and he doesn't want to lose you but also... he can't just ask for your number... can he?

it'd be unprofessional and he'd probably intimidate you (joke's on him buddy I am 100% intimidated and horny for him). so, he'd be like 'what if you came one day and I gave you a private tour?'

like... you just seem so interested about the topic... and I... I have been aching to have somebody to talk with about it' and he rambles on and you are just like 'private FREE tour + FREE museum entry + hottie. I... where do I have to sign' and you end up accepting going like 'it isn't a date' (it totally is in Aemond's mind).

and you show up and he is like even more amazed by your day style, because your nightly one at the museum was a bit more reserved on who you are, instead you are... you and he... is a sucker for genuine people and it's awkward and nervous and he needs you cracking up a stupid joke to completely feel at ease. he totally offers you coffee at the coffee shop inside of the museum and you leave your number on the napkin at the end of it. 'if you set up anything interesting exhibition obviously' you blush as you admit it '... but also... you don't need any cool exhibitions to text me'.

ok that's it, I am going to sleep hoping to dream about museum curator! Aemond.

-🌗

Sorry to hear you had cancelled plans! it is literally the worst if you're really looking forward to it. And I totally get what you're saying about working on a lot of things at once and being unable to. It's how I'm currently feeling ngl! I'm just yearning for spring break because I have 0 energy to do anything at all. So sending you all the good vibes, and hope you can find the ease and balance that you need at the moment! with the chance of a good rest as well, of course. And thank you for your kind words, it really means a lot right now. It feels as though I've been preparing myself for the worst possible scenario and I'm very exhausted and anxious. So the warmth and good vibes are definitely appreciated :')

Omg 'private FREE tour + FREE museum entry + hottie. Literally the dream!? And the hottie in question is one Aemond Targaryen!???? what else could I ask for?? if only this scenario could come true! it's seriously the ideal way to meet someone, I can't think of a better one. Dying over letting him see you on a casual attire and just getting more and more intimate with him through coffee dates at the Museum's coffee shop, oh my GOD, yes yes yes. And in turn he does the same, one day you meet up for a regular date in a conventional place so he's also dressed down than usual when he's working. (Wearing some Adidas maybe? Adidas Aemond sponsored by one Ewan Mitchell). And lunch at the restaurant! TIFF had a special floor (yes, a whole floor) for members only. It was like this lounge where you could chill at and get some food. The gallery curator that was my coordinator when I did my internship got me in there and I was LIVING). Aemond would be like, oh yeah I can totally get you in <3

And it also had like 2 different restaurants, one that was a bit more open to the public and the other one I think was more exclusive, as well as a bar (if I'm remembering correctly. Sigh, I wanna go back to TIFF). So I'm imagining dates at the exclusive museum restaurant, and just hanging out there with him all the time. Also, when you finally get together? dressing up all fancy and being glued to his arm during the opening, and just being by his side all night looking oh so proud that you're the partner of the hot curator. *SIGHS DREAMILY*

#🌗#museum curator!aemond #modern!aemond rambles #this curator Aemond is seriously such a vibe and it makes me feel way better so thank you dear!!

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justmehernthemoon · 1 year

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I forget what it was called but I got like a spicy fried noodle thing with pork and prawns! It was fantastic, I definitely want to go back to that place sometime, but also chinatown in general is a really cool area in my city

omg baking is so fun! I used to do it all the time with my friend from high school, but my kitchen here at uni is a bit of a sad state, so I haven't baked anything in too long. I also enjoy photography and crafts like crocheting as hobbies! now that the semester is over and I have more free time, I should pick my projects back up hehe

I've had a lot of people recommend me yellowjackets, I'll have to take a look! and I 100% agree about the water, and tap water especially, I remember the first time I went to california thinking that the water tasted dry, which doesn't even make any sense lol but it was just sooo different from what I was used to

ok ok new questions for today: what is your favorite article of clothing/accessory you own? do you know any languages other than english? what's something that you really hate that most people love, or vice versa?

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hiii sorry for the late response!

that sounds so good omg i am glad you enjoyed it<333

ugh kitchens i had in university were always the worst i definitely get what you mean 😵‍💫 they’re always so small and cramped :/ that’s so cool you have so many crafting hobbies :D I bought a bunch of stuff to start crochet awhile back but then never did it n keep meaning to start back up. mayhaps i will get around to it soon !

omg pls let me know what you think if you end up watching Yellowjackets! it’s such a weird show but i like it sm. yeah the water in california definitely tastes a bit weird ! i was there in october and it sort of has a chlorine-y taste sometimes ? it wasn’t as bad as i remember it being like i remember it being undrinkable but it wasn’t horrible just kind of weird n not the best for sure. i feel like dry does describe it in a sense too !!

hmm favorite article of clothing is probably my vans that have my dog’s photo on them and for accessory probably this pink pearl necklace i got for christmas last year or the ring my mom got me for my university graduation! or this necklace my dad got me that says kj on it (that’s what a lot of people call me) that one is hard to choose dkdkd what about you?

i am not fluent in any languages besides english but i took spanish all through high school and university and can speak it somewhat ? i am trying to keep up w it and practice more so hopefully i get better ! what about you??

as for really hate that people love hmmm i don’t hate it but I didn’t understand the love for the show euphoria ? my best friend and i tried watching it together n only watched 2 episodes, i found it okay but i rly didn’t get the obsession ig ?? i loved the makeup n stuff though i always loved watching people recreate the looks online<333 wby?

hope you’re having a wonderful weekend :D

#holiday pal 2022 ♥️

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sf9 · 3 years

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Gasp! You are back! Hello hello hello!

I saw your answer to my last ask a few days ago but I was also very exhausted and didn't have the energy to interact :(

I missed you a lot but it's also very important to take some time off to recharge and I hope you're feeling better!

And please, you never have to apologise for answering late! I completely understand and I would never think that you ignore me on purpose or anything.

I saw your Jaeyoon with kids gifset and it's so adorable I'm tearing up! Just men with kids are my weakness...

I love you Macy!

Smooch! ❤

Smooch anon my angel!!!!! I apologize for being a terrible replier and taking forever with this sweet ask 😭🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ I'm more or less back but with uni kicking my butt, I might have to take a hiatus again soon :( I felt so much better after my last time off tumblr, it really is important to step back and recharge!!!! Thank you so much for being so kind 🥺❤ ((it's so ironic that I just read your reply to my previous apology, me and my history of late replies repeats itself XD)) IDOLS WITH KIDS!!!!! I'm so weak for it too 😳😳😳😳😳😳

Precious smooch anon, I hope you're doing well and keeping safe, please take care of yourself and eat well and sleep lots, I'm sending you lots of love and strength 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#answered #precious smooch anon 💖#HI I'M SORRY FOR BEING SO INACTIVE #I want to say I'll have time soon but uni is being the worst #It's also my last semester for postgrad so it's even worse 😭😭#I hope everything is going well for you smooch anon!!!!!!#You're always so kind thank you so much😭💖❤💟💝💝💓💝💗💟

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heshoes · 3 years

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She was his best friend and they shared everything together already anyway. What difference would it make if it were a hat, shampoo, or the same bed sometimes? So what? That's what the Uni Daze were about, having fun, traditions, getting serious, new relationships, friendships, heart ache, break-ups, make ups, secrets, the occasional/casual bajingo here and there, and possibly, just maybe, finding the love of your life and hoping that it all works out.

Warnings: smut, slow burn, angst, mentions of abortion, mentions of verbal abuse

Harry Styles x OC (Face claim Zendaya)

Uni Daze Masterlist

Chapter 1 (Word Count 4k)

Harry

Water droplets cascaded down my neck before I grabbed a towel to throw over my head. That shower was definitely needed. My muscles would be sore from my workout this morning, but I enjoy the ache. As I headed towards my room to put on clothes I noticed that my roommates door was still closed and for Michelle this can only mean one thing.

I pulled up my trousers and pulled my t-shirt over my head before layering it with a plaid button up. If she doesn't wake up soon, I'll be forced to take measures into my own hands. I walked halfway down the hall and then stopped to pick up the beanie that I let Michelle borrow last night. The hat was carelessly tossed on the floor along with a t-shirt of hers and a pink-ish orange lace bra. This was just one of the many downsides of living with a woman. Even if she is your best mate, finding the occasional bras and panties mixed into your clothes on laundry day can put a damper on your chances of trying and talk to a girl if you don’t have a washer and drier in house, and lets not even mention those four to five days out of the month when a tampon box is left on the bathroom sink and you have to explain that to a date. Not thinking, I picked all of the items up before I dropped the shirt and bra on the ground, feeling somewhat awkward touching something that was so close in contact with Michelle's...intimate bits.

"Michelle?!" No answer…

"Mitchell?! Wake up you're gonna be late for our first class!”

I laughed to myself at her lack of response before I sauntered back down the hall to my room grabbing the Ultimate Alarm; a fog horn that Michelle, the lads, and I nabbed from a school footie game. We each have one and have all have organized to use it with each other when the drink has made us more sluggish than functional.

Not much has changed since the first day I met Michelle. She's the only one here that I've met who seems to have stayed the same throughout all the three years of university that I've known her....That can be looked at as both a good and a bad thing.

Shaking the foghorn with devilish delight and biting my cheeks so that I wouldn't blow my cover, my feet stopped in front of her door once again. I cracked the entrance slightly sticking my arm in the room and turning my head away to shield my ears as much as possible from the noise. As soon as I pressed the button to sound it off, I heard a loud thudding sound followed by cursing. If she wasn't up before, she's up now.

"WHAT THE FUCK, HAZLAND?!”

I ran back to my room to put the horn down and grab my bag. This is the first year that I haven't strained my back to pick it up. Fouth year with a lighter load but more studying than I did in all the other three years combined seems pretty backwards to me, but I won't complain.

"What time is it?”

"Half- Oh-“

Michelle emerged from her room looking worse for wear. Her hair was in a nest atop her head and she only wore a long sleeved burgundy t-shirt and a black pair of boy short knickers on her lithe, lanky frame. I swallowed deeply and turned my head away not expecting her to be so scantily clad. The colors contrasted with her warm honey/caramel skin tone and it was only then that I took in how much of her skin was actually showing. I've seen her naked before but it was an accident and brief. Very brief. I only saw her outlines really, nothing of real importance... not that I was trying to look or anything.

"Half past eight. Go put on trousers! I don't want to see your bajingo!”

Michelle primped her dry lips at me prior to moistening them with a swipe of her tongue, making sure to flip her middle finger up in my direction before she disappeared back into her room.

"Everyone wants to see my bajingo Harry and that's plenty of time for me to get ready. You didn't have to use the Ultimate Alarm. It's not like I was in a drug induced coma!”

"I called you twice but you didn't answer. I thought that-“

I trailed off my words as a gorgeous blonde walked out of Michelle's room. Her hair was tussled and she was scrambling to adjust her skirt as Michelle looked at me with a tightlipped grin, feeling out the room.Michelle walked her secret house guest to the door and gave her a lingering kiss that caused the girl to stand on tip toe before awkwardly waving a goodbye to her and shutting the door. I was left stunned.

"Pick your jaw up off the floor Styles!”

"That- that was a girl.”

“Yes."

"She was your friend?”

“No."

Michelle walked into the kitchen grabbing an orange juice carton out of the refrigerator. She took a sip straight from the jug causing me to grimace before she rolled her eyes at me and grabbed a red solo cup. I was only momentarily distracted before I continued on my previous trail of thought.

"But, you were...and she…"

"Yes Harry, spit it out come on. You're almost there. I know it. I can feel it”

"She was putting her clothes back on.”

Michelle nodded her head in agreement as she continued to guzzle the rest of our citrusy, pulp free juice. After she finished it, she tossed the empty plastic to me and then walked out of the kitchen. I was right by the bin but set the cup on the countertop as my brain continued to navigate through what I think I want to ask.

"You didn't have on many clothes…"

"No, Harry. Neither of us did last night.”

Michelle folded her arms while squinting at me. The hint she's dropped allows what comes out of my mouth next to be uninhibited and honestly sound a bit too over zealous about the idea.

"You had sex with her?”

Michelle nodded her head up and down grinning slightly. Almost a smug look on her face I would say. She hadn't been in a relationship in a while. The last one I remember was when she was with my best mate Louis. It's how I met her as a matter of fact. Michelle and Louis are virtually the same person. It's freaky sometimes. She could be a reincarnate of him as a girl. They were inseparable, but when it ended it ended badly. I'm still not clear on the reason why. Neither of them will talk about it, but I managed to stay neutral in the whole situation and still be able to carry on a friendship with both of them. I'm still good friends with Lou, but he doesn't come around as much since I moved in with Michelle. Me and her got on so well while her and Louis dated it was hard not to become friends with her as well. Louis moved on and moved in with his bird earlier this year and I haven't really seen Michelle with anyone...Until now.

"So-so, you're a lesbian then?”

"Yes Harry. I've 'switched teams' as they say.”

"Since when?” I was just so shocked.

"Since over the summer...Does it bother you?” Michelle looked down at the ground and scratched the back of her neck as if she were bracing herself if I said it did and to be honest I was slightly offended that she’d think that way of me.

“No… No, I just never saw you with anyone over the summer.”

I could hear a sigh of relief escape Michelle’s lips as she turned to leave the front door.

I could have sworn she only hung out with me and the lads when Louis wasn't around. She hung out with us so much and we'd gotten so comfortable around her that we actually started counting her as one of the guys and calling her 'Mitch' or 'Mitchell' instead of Michelle. She always pretends to get cross with us when we called her that, but she can never keep a straight face long enough for us to believe that she doesn't like it.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't with anyone Harrow." Michelle winked at me and went back into her room coming out ten minutes later in joggers, a t-shirt, and Nike trainers with no backpack, one pencil, and a pen. Very prepared.

"Told you thirty minutes was more than enough time. Come now, Hazland.”

"...That's what she said." I smiled proudly at my own joke while Michelle gave me an unwavering a stale face.

"If I can say anything about growth in these last 4 years of our friendship it would be that you have made the least of it. You are the worst.”

“The pot shouldn’t call the kettle names. I thought it was funny." I grinned at her irritation grabbing all of my things in preparation to start the final year.

"Of course you did. Usually when you think it's funny that means it's not.”

Michelle exited out leaving me to lock the door to our new off campus apartment but I wanted to know more.

I followed behind her and asked her all types of questions. You can't just spring on people that you've switched sides and not expect them to want to know all of the details. In all honesty it wasn't a big deal as long as she was happy. Perhaps I was just being nosy, but after usually seeing her with mainly men my underlying question to her was probably, "Why?"

"I wasn't having that much luck with guys, Haz. One night I went out for a drink and a girl approached me so I figured, why the hell not? What could it hurt, really? Nothing. I went for it, and I enjoyed myself.”

She didn't have a great track record with guys after her split with Lou. She was so unhappy at one point, but then again when you bring home assholes and expect them to turn into stand up gents tears are to be expected. They always looked like gutter grunge to me but at the moment that seemed to be her type, so I didn't say anything. I've actually spent a lot of nights with Michelle rubbing her back as she cried against my shoulder and handing her the odd Kleenex to substitute for my shirt. Now that I think about it, last summer I really didn't see her with any guys. I guess when I saw her with girls I always assumed they were just her friends.

"So...What's it like?”

"What's what like?”

"You know the, um, the switch...What's it like?" Michelle threw her head back and laughed as we reached the main building for our senior seminar class.

"You mean what's it like going from cock to fanny? Is that what you're asking me?" I raised my eyebrows at her bluntness and I could feel heat rise in my cheeks. There's no beating about the bush with Michelle, not anymore anyway.

"Pretty much, yeah. That's what I'm asking. I’m just being nosy. If it’s too much you don’t have to-“

"Honestly," Michelle shifted her eyes back and forth as if she was going to tell me the secret to life in her next sentence, "It's so much better. Guys have no clue what they're doing down there. It's so refreshing to have someone know exactly what it is that I want, when I want it, and how I want it without explaining myself like I'm a bloody rubix cube. Did you know that there are three holes down there?” She asked me sarcastically as if we weren’t both on track for Med school.

"I resent that! And no…no I didn't know that.” I replied to sarcasm with sarcasm, grinning to myself much like the purple devil emoji. I surely did know all the holes.

"Why is that, Hazland? The resentment issue?”

We took our seats in the half full lecture room at the back of the class as we normally do. Michelle, myself and the rest of the gang have started many an early weekend by sitting in the back of the class, signing the attendance sheet and then leaving when the professors back was turned. I don't think I'll do that this year though. I have too many important tests to take if I want to be a doctor. I mean to pass the UKCAT exam the first time.

"Because I'm not half bad at it. At least I don't think I am... Never got a complaint before and I don't intend to.”

Michelle laughed loudly as the professor walked in, drawing attention our way. I smiled and waved at the onlookers before Michelle chuckled again grabbing my hand to stop me as the professor started to speak.

"Just because you never got a complaint doesn't mean that it wasn't said, Harrow. Nine times out of ten, if you don’t hear a complaint it’s because she cares more about your ego than her orgasm...It’s a shame really.”

I primped my lips at her and we continued to whisper to each other back and forth while we took notes on what the professor wrote on the whiteboard during the lecture. There would be two major papers in this class. Thankfully for the twenty page essay that we'll be assigned to do later on in the quarter we can have a partner. Michelle quickly leaned her head on my shoulder choosing me to work with when the paper isn't even due until the last week of class. I of course accepted her. Not only is she my friend but she's one of those annoyingly clever people. I've honestly never seen Michelle open or purchase one required textbook in all of our three years knowing each other in our university careers, but every time marks are posted her marks are always first class honors.

By the end of class, I ended up giving Michelle a hefty amount of paper for notes in seminar and for the other classes she had throughout the rest of the day. It baffles me as to how she's this born genius, but the most unorganized person that I know at the same time. Her only response to my annoyance was, "At least I have writing utensils.”

"Was that girl this morning your girlfriend?”

"No. I'm an admitting fuckgirl. What’s the saying? If you can’t beat them join them. I refuse to be part of the played group any more. It's our last year after all. I figure it's time to up the ante. Let monogamy go.”

I laughed and shook my head before another question came up. It was always something I wanted to know about lesbians but was too embarrassed to ask. It's not like I have many lesbian friends who I could turn to and get the information that most want to know. I'm never that embarrassed around Michelle though.

"So, erm, um...who's more dominant, when you're...You know?”

Michelle rolled her eyes at the question and I began to feel like an ass.

"When we're scissoring?" She spoke loudly making my thought about embarrassment wrong.

“Chelle!"

Michelle snickered knowing that she's put a vivid image in my head of her and the mystery blonde. I shake the thought before I get too carried away. I'm not supposed to get aroused with the thought of my best friend and another girl.

"Whoever feels like it whenever they feel like it? It was always a competition with men isn't it?”

“I don’t think it’s so much a competition as it is that some women don't like being on top?” I spoke presenting the idea causing her to pop her lips in disagreement.

“It’s never asked though is it? Sounds like male assumption to me. When I'm with a girl it's just flat out pleasurable for the pair of us. It's not about dominance, Harry. It's about getting off. Scissoring isn't a thing though, by the by.”

I nodded my head up and down still in awe that she of all people had taken a liking to someone who has the same bits as she does. It didnt' bother me like she thought it did earlier and I hope I didn't give her that impression by my line of questioning. Honestly these were just things I always wanted to know. I'm actually more hurt that scissoring apparently isn't a thing...They make it look so pleasurable in porn...I've been bamboozled.

"That's enough questions about me for now. What's happened to you?”

"What do you mean?"

"Harry full offense, but you were a slut when I first met you. You've since depleted in your numbers dramatically, except I'm sure the use of your hand. There were tissues in your bin the other night when I was cleaning the apartment and you don't have a cold…"

"I have h-hay fever Michelle! Allergies kick up at random times... Don't clean my room, I'll do it! It's personal in there. I knew I couldn't find any of my shit for a reason. And hang on-" I knotted my eyebrows playfully at her earlier slut comment.

I admit that I got around, but I moved very slowly. I've only ever had sex with seven or maybe nine girls in my twenty-one years give or take. I don't really keep count. It's not like they were souvenirs or notches on my belt for me to keep track of. All of them were an experience and I'm pretty sure I could name them all if I had to.

The first time happened my last year in 6th form or high school you could say and I didn't even know Michelle then. I got teased for that a bit, but I wasn't in a rush. The maybe other seven or eight happened here at uni but it wasn't as frequent as Michelle makes it out to be. The first two were in my first year when I met Michelle, one of them ended up being my girlfriend over a span of Five months. After that, I only was only ever active with a few more spaced out over the course of two and a half years, and they were regulars. That's not that bad when you think about it, especially for a guy my age at university.

"You were Haz! You had a new girl every weekend.”

"I did not! They were the same few people. They just kind of, alternated? You just never paid them any attention so you thought they were different every time. You're giving me more credit than I deserve."

Michelle rolled her eyes and continued to tease me.

"Whatever. What's happened then?”

"I don't know what you mean. I got invested in my studies. I have to take the UKCAT this year.”

"When is the last time you fun bit wrestled, willy waggled, played 'hide the helmet', rolled in the hay as they say?" I scrunched my nose and then thought about it and then got frustrated that I had to actually think about it.

“Yet I’m the worst? Who’s this they you speak of?" I asked her, squinting my eyes and tilting my head to the side.

"Everyone says those things when talking about sex. The more mature ones do anyway. Stop dilly dallying and answer the question. When is the last time you put your 'p' in a ‘v'?"

"S-spring? Early spring? Early Spring terms I guess…"

I could feel my cheeks turn red as I answered her question and Michelle bit her cheeks as an odd snorting noise left her nose while she tried to hold in her laughter. It's not that funny.

"You haven't fucked since the spring?" I laughed more at myself than at the shocked look on her face and shook my head no.

"No, not actual Spring. Early spring terms, so February...My birthday.”

"Harry, we're at the end of August here! You might as well count yourself as celibate. Not that I can blame the girls for dodging you. You still call a vagina a bajingo.”

I chuckled before I spoke, "The word vagina is honestly just as bad as bajingo. And this is coming from someone who has over a hundred words and phrases for sex.”

"A hundred and counting, Harrow.”

I shrugged my shoulders and tried to make the red in my cheeks less noticeable by rubbing my hand over my face. Spring term is when I decided to get more focused. I threw myself into clubs and my books to try to get more into school and buckle down. I'm even president of our graduating class now, prepared to serve on the Alumni council after graduation and I for one am proud of myself for getting this far. The greater half of my first three years here at university was spent at frat parties and in my bed sleeping class time away. I barely know how I made it through this far with decent grades, but I'm grateful that I did. Failure isn't an option.

Michelle stood on tip toe, leaning her head on my shoulder all the while soothingly rubbing my back. When I turned my head to face her, she batted her long lashes at me and made her big brown eyes look like one of those odd cartoon characters whose eyes cover more than half of their face.

"It's okay, Harry.”

"What is?”

"That you haven't gotten any pussy in over six months." Michelle has officially taken a back seat and let Mitchell take the wheel. This is how she got the nickname in the first place.

"Sod off Mitch! It's not like it's a bad thing-“

"Like shit it isn’t."

"I'm busy anyway.”

"With your hand and those bin tissues." I nudged Michelle off my shoulder feigning to be fed up with her masturbation jokes.

"Well if you weren't in my room you wouldn't have seen them! Gosh, you do something one time and then that's what people automatically associate you with!”

Michelle lets out another awkward snort that causes both of us to laugh out loud as we walk through the halls preparing to go our separate ways for the rest of the day.

"That was actually kind of funny Harry. Your jokes are getting a bit better.”

"Yeah, I know. They're funny when they're at my expense.”

"Aw, Hazland. You poor, poor serial masturbator. I'll see you later, yeah?”

"Yeah," I grinned at her before I turned to leave.

"Wait, how much later?” Michelle walked back towards me with one eyebrow raised to the sky as I tried to quickly map out my schedule for the day in my head before spitting it out to her.

"Uh, I get done with classes at half five, then I have a class meeting at six, and then I work at the first year halls front desk from seven to eleven thirty tonight. So I'll probably get home around midnight."

I contently sighed and grinned at Michelle as a look of pure horror took place of her once relaxed features. Her eyes seemed to widen larger after every additional activity that I listed, but I truly enjoyed remaining busy. Michelle's face remained contorted with displeasure before she spoke.

"So you're still coming to the pub later with the lads right?”

"Uh-oh. Chelle I don't know. I kind of forgot all about that. I don't think I will though, it's Monday and-“

"Ah, ah, ah, I'm not taking no as an answer. You promised and it's welcome week anyway. The pub is gonna be live! Just swing by and have one drink.”

“Nahhh I think I’m gonna-”

"One drink.”

“Sit this one out.”

"One drink, Harrow. One. Come on its tradition. You can't just bum out on tradition. This is our last year." She held up her tiny pointer finger to emphasize her point before she spoke again, this time in a small whisper, “One."

“No."

“Please?"

“No."

“Please?” Her lips pouted and her eyes turned sad trying her hand at manipulation.

"No, Chelle. No. Stop looking at me that way...Oh! Gah! Fine. I'll head to the pub when I get off work. One drink. One.”

Michelle bounced on her feet and clapped her hands in excitement making me shake my head before I turned to leave. Before I could make a real step Michelle called my name again.

"Hey, do you think I could borrow a pen? I seemed to have dropped mine."

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maraudersbutmuggle · 2 years

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He's slipping away.

Content Warning: Depression and Alcohol

April, 2016:

Sirius was a literal star. Remus knew that. And it wasn't just because of his name. Remus was aware of the head turns and glances his boyfriend provoked on others. Sirius had some sort of elegance and grace. He was beautiful, gorgeous. But not only that. He was fun to be around. He was young and wild. He was friendly. He emanated joy and happiness. Who wouldn't want a star? Sirius was a star because he had his own shine.

The moon depended on others to glow. The moon didn't have it's own light. The moon was just craters and lack of oxygen. The moon would be nothing without the stars.

Remus was nothing without Sirius.

But Remus knew Sirius could do better. Remus couldn't avoid thinking people saw them together in the street and though: "What is that freak doing with that handsome man?"

Remus was mess and problems. And stupid sense of humor. And depression. And he didn't have the right body. Even with the surgery.

But Remus was a coward. He couldn't bring himself to let Sirius go. He was that selfish. And Remus feared. He feared that the day would come in which Sirius would realize how he was better off without him. And leave him.

And the worst part was that Sirius' friendship with Benji was making Remus' fear increase.

"Sorry babe, I'm a bit late" Sirius told him on the phone that night. They were supossed to meet their friends at a pub as they always did each Friday "Tell the rest I'm coming soon. Okay?"

Remus sighed "Okay... Don't worry"

"Do you mind if I bring Benji?"

Remus was taken aback by this request.

"It's Marauders night..." Remus tried not to be jealous

"I don't think James and Pete would mind"

They were in a "polite state" of their relationship as Remus called it. Like when old married couples were so used to each other that they just talked to each other for what was necessary. They weren't sincere. And they knew they were both hiding things. And hiding true feelings. But didn't talk about them, just to not get into trouble. That's how Remus felt him and Sirius were. And Remus hated it.

"I guess not" Remus answered

"Come on. You like him, don't you?"

Remus hated the guts of Benjamin Fenwick. He was not a bad person. He had always been very poilte with Remus. That's why Remus hated him even more.

"Yeah..." Remus lied "I'll see soon then, babe"

"Okay. Moony"

Remus knew he didn't say it as before. It felt different. Remus hung up.

"So?" Peter asked "Where's is he?"

They were already at the table. Just Marauders. It had been difficult to see each other lately. With Lily's pregnancy. And everyone's works, And Sirius' Uni. And Peter's treatment for his bullimia.

"He's coming" Remus answered taking a sip of his beer "With Benjy"

"What? It's Marauders Night" James protested.

And Remus secretly loved James. At least he understood his hate towards Benjy.

"That's what I told him"

"Sirius spends too much time with this Benjy lad, right?" Peter asked "Doesn't it bother you, Remus?"

It did. A lot.

"Not at all" Remus smiled "I trust Sirius"

"Well it bothers me!" James said, crossing his arms "I barely see that asshole"

"Well I like Benjy"

"Wormy you like everyone"

"Shut up"

Remus laughed. Although he was thinking it wasn't the same. No more pranks. No more stupid discussions about random topics. No more being the kings of Hogwarts. The Marauders were just boring adults worrying for mundane things like bills, jobs and the government. And Remus would give anything to go back in time. And live Hogwarts years all over again. Be the way they were.

"How's Lily doing?" Remus asked instead. To distract his mind.

"She's fine" James smirked "With cravings and crazy hormones..." he snorted "But fine nevertheless... Actually, the other day..."

"Hello my boys!" James was interrupted by another cheering voice, Sirius. And next to him was Benjy.

"Hello lads" he waved "Nice to see you again"

Remus fought the urge not to roll his eyes.

"Hi..."

"Hey man..."

They greeted each other respectively. And Sirius approached Remus the last. And just gave him a quick kiss in the cheek. The one a reluctant child would give to an annoying auntie on Christmas.

"You are late, Padfoot" James raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, my bad" Benjy said with his stupid american accent "I dragged Sirius to buy some things for my sculpture" he said as him and Sirius took a seat.

Remus thought that if a random person would take a glimpse of their table, they would think Sirius and Benjy were the couple. They sat close to each other.

"Cool, what are you sculpting?" Peter asked.

And in the meantime, Remus wondered if it would be appropiate to hold Sirius' hand. Who the freak thought that about their own boyfriend?

"Oh..." Benjy snorted "I'm making a metaphoric figure of all my exes in one"

Remus took the decision to try. And Sirius was so into Benjy's words that he flinched at Remus touch.

"Really?" James asked curiously

Benjy giggled "Nah man, I was messing with you"

Sirius took a glance at Remus' hand. And he smiled slightly, giving it a quick pat. But moved his own hand away. Remus' hand was so cold, it felt numb.

"He's actually sculpting enormous penises" Sirius said, with a smile.

The group laughed. And Remus tried to join awkwardly.

"You big asshole" Benjy shook his head.

"I remember Sirius' first penis drawing..." James teased "It was magnificent"

Sirius laughed.

"Really?" Benjy asked

"He only drew penises" Peter added "It was that or Remus' face"

Remus blushed a bit. And Benjy giggled, as well as James. But not Sirius. Not Sirius.

"I drew a lot of things about Remus" Sirius commented, kind of shyly.

And Remus turned his neck very quickly to confirm he had heard correctly. Remus forced himself to say something.

"You were an excellent artist" Remus said "You still are"

Sirius smiled slightly.

"Anyway..." Sirius stood up "I want a bloody drink... What do you want Benjamin?"

"A beer"

The rest of the boys giggled. And Benjy raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry It's just that we don't say it like that" James snorted.

"You guys are so British"

"You're so American" Sirius grinned as he touched his shoulder.

Remus wanted to die. He hated himself so much. His stupid jealousy.

"How long have you lived in London?" Peter asked.

But Remus didn't pay attention. As Sirius walked to the bar, Remus decided to follow him.

"Hey..." Remus smiled awkwardly.

He wished he could go back to the time when he felt comfortable around Sirius. When he knew what to say. And make him blush. And Sirius would look at him in that way. The way he adored.

"Hey..." Sirius smiled "Is everything okay?"

No. Remus wanted to say. I miss you.

"Yeah... Everything is cool"

"Great"

Remus leaned for kiss. And their lips were barely rushing. When they heard a loud laughter.

James.

"Oh bloody hell!" he said "Sirius, come here and tell me this story. Is it true rolled down the stairs on your first day of Uni?"

"You fucking wanker!" Sirius yelled "Benjamin! I told you not to tell them that"

And Sirius walked to the table again. Well. Remus had to get the drinks then.

After a while, Remus walked to the table. With a whiskey bottle in hand. And a few glasses.

"Shots!" He exclaimed "Don't worry. It's on me"

They all looked at Remus strangely. Like he had proposed something indecent.

"What?"

"Thank you, mate" Peter started "But I can't have anything strong..."

"Me neither... I promised Mum and Lily I wouldn't drink much" James added, rubbing his hair.

"Boring tossers" Remus snorted.

"I'll have a shot" Banjy smirked "I was champion back home"

Remus smiled but he hated him.

"Pads?"

"You shouldn't drink that much either" Sirius talked to Remus, with some concern in his voice.

Remus got angry. How dare he? He couldn't tell him what to do. Especially after treating him like shit.

He opened the bottle.

"I'll be fine" Remus said "We're having fun, aren't we?"

And Remus had the urgency to get inexplicably drunk.

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Sirius tensed every time Remus gulped a shot down. Remus wasn't able to handle alcohol as he used to. Remus wasn't okay. And Sirius worried and worried. He was tired of being on edge all the time. Of worrying about leaving Remus too much time alone. He was constantly asking any of the girls or Peter to get an eye on him. Not James. Because James would make sure to make this something big. And Remus was a tickling bomb.

Sirius didn't feel comfortable around Remus anymore. Because all that Sirius saw was a sick person. Someone who depended so much of him. Someone who was constantly thinking about his next move.

Not the bold, impressive Remus that would take his breath away. Or make him blush just by looking at him or whisper something bold and sexy in his ear. Sirius used to feel pretty, gorgeous and desired when he was around Remus. He used to feel on the top of the world.

Not anymore. And Sirius was tried. He tried so hard to get that feeling back. But he didn't know how.

And the more Remus drank. The more he did ridiculous and embarrassing things. Like being all clingy of Sirius. And kissing him unexpectedly. Trying to show off. And making fun of everything Benjy said.

And Sirius had never felt so embarrassed.

He wanted for earth to swallow him whole.

So Sirius had walked to the bar. Trying to get away. But Remus followed him. Why couldn't he leave him alone for a while?

"Ma' Padfoot!!!" Remus giggled. He wrapped his arms around him. And Sirius was annoyed by the alcohol strong smell "Why are you so gorgeous?"

"Why are you so drunk?" Sirius whispered.

Remus ignored him. And he leaned in.

"Just give me a kiss... Give a kiss babe..."

Sirius didn't want to kiss him. He was so uncomfortable.

"No..." Sirius turned his face.

"Padfoot... I love you..." Remus tried to kiss his neck instead.

"Remus get off me..."

Remus just hummed in response.

But this time Sirius pushed him away.

"I SAID GET OFF ME!"

Remus took a few steps back. He went pale and he looked shocked.

And Sirius realized several people turned to look at them. Including his friends. Including Benjy.

James, Peter and Benjy approached. Concerned. As Sirius run his fingers through his hair. Nervously.

"What's going on?" James asked carefully "Is everything okay?"

"Sirius doesn't love me anymore" Remus explained. His voice broken "Do you, sweetheart?"

Sirius didn't dare to answer.

"All because of him!" Remus pointed at Benjy furiously.

Sirius closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"Emm..." Benjy spoke raising his hands "Man I don't..."

"Shut up boyfriend stealer!"

"Moony!" James placed himself between the two "Calm down. You're just drunk"

Remus pouted "I'm losing him, Prongsie" he said "He's slipping away"

Remus hid his face on James' chest. And Peter looked very concerned. And Benjy was in shock. Sirius couldn't take it anymore.

"I need a fag" Sirius he ran outside.

Actually he needed some air. From outside he looked inside through the window. How Remus was giggling all dizzy. And he kept swallowing alcohol. Who was he? He wasn't his Remus. He wasn't his Moony. The one Sirius used to adore.

Sirius didn't know how to feel about him anymore. All that Remus provoked in him lately was concern. Nothing else.

"Are you okay?"

Sirius turned to see Benjy approaching.

"I'm smoking" But Sirius just took out his pack "You don't smoke"

"No. But I'm checking on you. To see if you are okay?"

Sirius couldn't even face Benjy.

"I'm sorry Benjy..." Sirius begged "That's not like Remus. I don't know what happened to him..."

Sirius felt like shit apologizing for Remus. It was the worst feeling.

"Don't worry dude..." Benjy smiled "You haven't heard the ridiculous things I've said while drunk" he chuckled.

Sirius believed he was too good.

Sirius shook his head "That was unacceptable"

"Hey... He's drunk and jealous" Benjy commented "It's understandable"

"Yes but he shouldn't have treated you like that. You didn't do anything wrong"

"It's okay, Black" Benjy smirked, putting his hands on his pockets "We do spend a lot of time together... And we get along pretty well. I would get jealous too"

Sirius kept smoking. He couldn't feel guilty.

"Ammm...." Benjy continued, looking down. And maybe blushing? "I don't want to be a bother. Shit... But I think you you should know.... I do like you Sirius... I like you like that" he snorted "How could I not? You're incredible"

Benjy looked up at him. And Sirius was still.

Okay. Sirius couldn't deny the chemistry between them. There were a lot of times that Sirius fantasized about Benjy. How it would be like kissing him. How it would feel like dating him. But never dared to do anything. Because Remus was his everything. He loved Remus. Did he?

"But I would never meddle between you and Remus, okay?" Benjy said "I just thought it was fair for you to know..."

Sirius was silent for a while. And then he spoke again.

"I fancy you too"

He didn't realize how true those words were until they came out of his mouth.

"But I love Remus"

Those words were true as well. Sirius and Remus weren't the same. But for now. Sirius' feelings towards him were still there. Or at least he was forcing them to be there still. Because Sirius wasn't ready to let them go. Sirius didn't know how was like to not love Remus. He practically had since he was eleven. And he was scared.

Benjy nodded. He smiled slightly.

"I totally understand" he said "He's a lucky guy, Remus. Don't be harsh on him. It's clear that he really loves you"

"I'm angry with him for now" Sirius sighed.

Benjy smiled.

"Shame we didn't meet before"

"Yeah shame"

It another Universe, Sirius would've loved corresponding Benjy's feelings and snog him right there.

"Go back to your boyfriend" Benjy said, now more relaxed, patting Sirius' shoulder "I better go home"

He started walking away. And Sirius didn't stop him.

"Hey..." Benjy turned "We're not going to be awkward after this, right?"

Sirius smiled. And shook his head.

"Of course not"

Benjy nodded smiling.

"I'll see you on Monday in class"

"Bye Benjamin" Sirius teased

"Bye Black..."

And Benjy walked away. Leaving Sirius all confused. With intense feelings in his chest.

#marauders muggle au #muggle au #marauders era #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #trans remus lupin #benjy fenwick #wolfstar

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hi hi

sorry for the long silence, ive been ... going through it lately but i wanted to pass by and say hi at least, how are you doing??

being at uni while neurodivergent and with no help for it whatsoever really sucks ass but anyways, let's talk about better things, i'll try to reply to your other replies soon!

i can't believe cherry blossoms after winter ended, it felt like it went by so quickly even if it was two months, seeing haebom propose was cute af tho i was hoping they'd leave it at taesung's mom accepting them so that there might be another season

i also cant bealieve hearstopper is already out, i havent been able to watch any episodes so far but ive seen many gifsets comparing moments from the show to moments in the comic and that fills my heart

i think i saw you mentioned you watch anime once, are you watching spy x family?? what genre do you usually go for?

-hoping youre having a better time than me, M<3

m i missed you so much u have no idea!!!

sending you lots and lots of hugs and good things ur way cause fuck the structure of academia and also the heat wave(if the temp is perfect where u are i hope it continues)

take ur time!! ur more important!!! [also the middle of the 2nd sem when u can feel ur motivation literally leave ur body,, wouldnt wish it on my worst enemy] i genuinely dont know how hard it can be to be in college, i only hope things will get easier soon for you 💜-

i cannot believe cbaw is over(<- person who hasnt finished it yet)(im taking my time with it cause i dont want it to end😢) I so badly want there to be another season or the manhua or the show cause . just cause man,

heartstopper was so! freaking! good!! and the execution of it.. beautiful. and also the way nick literally has the personality of a golden retriever. ALSO the way when he was introduced the sun shined on him like an angel. the showrunners knew what they were doing. s1 ended on such a good note and then i remember what happens after and i. i need a minute

im dont really watch any anime that hasnt been recommended to me (watched like a 100 episodes of fairy tail in 6th in a month cause im just like that :P)so im pretty open to any genres! i have heard of spy x family and i think im going to watch ep 1 after dinner!!

heres to things getting better through hook or by crook ❤❤❤

#also the way i was literally thinking of u when u sent the ask.. psychic sense dude #and also i can wait really long so always take ur time answering me!!!#and also heres a hug for luck!! and anothet hug just because!!#m for mwah! and mwah! and MWAH

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 5

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it's own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You're Peter's classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don't know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you're lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Revenge is sweet but a well-timed dick joke is sweeter. xoxo gossip girl. Please supervise one Bucky Barnes on the internet. Questionable music taste. Detention is the price we pay for justice. Bruce Banner is too precious for this world, too pure.

THE TAG LIST IS NOW OPEN! @another-stark-sub @mostly-marvel-musings @vozit @littlegasps @pilloclock @shereadsinquiet @downeyreads @hermione-grangers-wife @individualistfem

Beta read by the lovely and patient @miscmarvelwritings ! 🎶🎵I love you biiitch ain't ever gonna stop loving you biiitch 🎵🎶

"Initiate phase one," I added a growly undertone to my whisper, holding my phone inconspicuously, as if I was making a simple phone call. There was no answer but I didn't expect one: I was testing the voice recorder app that I had downloaded for the sole purpose of documenting and relaying the inevitable fall of one Flash Thompson.

Making my way through the crowd of students during the busiest time of the day, I made the most intrigued and outraged facial expression I possibly could. Spying my targets, I leaned against a nearby wall, putting a hand over my mouth in fake outrage, keeping my eyes wide and trained on the opposite wall. Just as I had predicted, the two sophomore girls started giving me side-eye by minute two of my staring and finally approached me as I contemplated the wall for whole five minutes.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" The brunette asked, her blonde friend hanging a step back.

"Yeah, totally," I mumbled. "I'm, like, shook beyond imagination, but nothing, like, bad."

The girls traded a curious look, seemingly coming to some sort of conclusion. The greedy gleam in their eyes had me internally cheering. "What happened?" The blonde one asked, coming closer.

"I'm not sure if I should tell that to anyone," I stammered, watching them bodily move forward. "Well, okay, I can't keep quiet. But you must never, ever speak of it or I'll get expelled or something," I said nervously. They both nodded so rapidly it reminded me of Funko Pop figurines. "You know the senior guy, Flash? Brown hair, kinda hot?" Again, they both nodded, conspicuously grinning. "I think I just saw him in the closed girls bathroom on the third floor with, like, some brunette from Ms. Johnson's History class," They both gasped. Predictable. "But that's not the worst! They were like, y'know," I made an obscene gesture with my hand and they instantly covered their own mouths with their palms in shock. "And the chick was like 'is it in yet?' and he was like 'yah' and I just closed the door and ran, oh my god I hope they didn't hear me," I squealed at the end, playing the part of a mortified teenager.

All three of us giggled uncomfortably for a moment. The blonde girl stared at me suspiciously. "And what were you doing there?"

I faked a nervous stammer, looking around briefly and showing them my lighter for a moment. They both gasped and nodded in recognition. "Don't tell anybody or my mom is going to have kittens," I pleaded. Both of them nodded solemnly, noticing their own group of friends approach. I used the brief moment to get lost in the river of pupils and by the time they turned around to introduce me, I was already at the opposite part of the hallway.

For the time being, everything seemed peaceful. There were a few giggles and side-eyes directed towards Flash Thompson but nothing out of the ordinary. He was disliked by most of the student population even if nobody dared to admit it outright. I took care to walk around without my earbuds for the day and pulled out my phone to record the most interesting conversations around me whenever I caught the tell tale signs of a gossip mill beginning to run its course around the school.

"Oh my god, I heard about this girl that was caught fucking Flash in the girls bathroom and she literally said 'is it in yet', can you imagine the shock, jeez!"

"Some chick literally just rejected Flash because his dick was too small."

"Rebecca from AP chemistry told me someone saw Flash's micropenis. Poor guy!"

"I wonder if his girlfriend dumped him because he can't do shit, I mean, he doesn't look like the type to eat the kitty."

Those were just the highlights of the Friday afternoon. Come the weekend and the news of Flash's unfortunate condition will make the rounds through every single group chat that the school has and by the time Monday rolls around, nobody will have a clue who started the rumour in the first place. I had to carefully select the girls who were to distribute the rumour and I was happy with the outcome: Marissa and Layla with their squad of chatty, bored rich girls were the perfect choice. I thought they would jump at any opportunity to cause drama and I was right.

It was sufficient to say I was bristling with pride as I cut and compiled the audio track from today's school day before sending it to the group chat.

Clint, Peter and Natasha appeared online as soon as the message delivered and I was delighted at their response. Romanoff's kind words, specifically, made me all warm and mushy inside. I didn't resist the feeling, basked in it even as I did a happy dance around my room. Peter's nonsensical string of emojis was another point of laughter for me.

It wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about killing Thompson's reputation... Alas, simplicity is the way to success when it comes to large crowds of teenagers. That tiny little vindictive part of me was very much looking forward to the weekend and the results of the inevitable distortion of the rumour I had started. Who knew, maybe by Monday Flash Thompson would not only have a micropenis but horns and hooves as well.

Near bedtime, I had all the avengers send me their regards and thumbs up. I answered the flurry of texts as quickly as I could but there was no point in keeping up with ten or so people constantly streaming their questions, opinions and comments.

I settled on a single easiest response: pulling my dad's old uni sweatshirt over my tiny lacy pajamas to preserve some modesty, I settled in front of my mirror, turning on my Bluetooth speaker to play "Boss Ass Bitch". In true gen-z fashion, I put on my best resting witch face and solemnly lip-synced to the song's eponymous chorus. My eyeliner was sharp enough to cut paper and my prismatic highlighter glittered enigmatically in the cold light of my blue lava lamp.

The response was, once again, delightful and I genuinely belly-laughed at the adults' attempts to meme after Peter. His blushy face emoji started a whole nother conversation that I didn't participate in but watched from the sidelines with glee, snorting every time his friends and mentors gently teased him about the very obvious crush he harboured on me.

Seeing Peter starting to go absolutely nuts, I interjected with an offer (more like a dare) of a lip sync battle. He jumped on the bandwagon, immediately going offline to undoubtedly film an epic video of what I thought would be dorky-dancing to some hipster song. I was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be a pre-recorded tik tok video of him and Ned fighting with lightsabers while mouthing the words to Fergalicious that played over the Imperial March.

Weirdos. I still followed him on the app, though, it was pretty funny.

Bucky interjected with a very well executed rendition of "Bring Me to Life": he was wearing his full Winter Soldier get-up, complete with an AK-47, dramatically serenading Steve who looked seventeen shades of done with his partner's antics. Wanda's following twenty second voice message consisted of nothing but pure hysterical laughter, summing up everyone's reaction to the video. Bucky was going to go viral one of these days...

Obviously, I had good competition and nobody else seemed to want to participate so I rearranged my surroundings a little bit and stood up at my full height and swapped the old sweatshirt for a cute crop-top hoodie. My thigh-highs were on display and with my make-up, I looked like a proper internet e-girl. I leaned against the mirror as I mouthed along to the song with my best interpretation of the famous Lucifer smirk, seasoned with a tiny bit of angelic innocence: "Doctor, doctor, give me the news, I got a bad case of loving you..."

Needless to say, I won the competition. Eventually Wanda joined in, looking menacing and ominous with her dark clothes and Natasha's red hair flashing somewhere in the background; even Tony did a round (AC/DC as his soundtrack of course) with one of his Iron Man suits but nothing beat my stunt and the reaction that it caused.

I had accidentally called out Bruce with the choice of my song and his teammates gave both of us a lot of cheeky comments about it. We relented and flirted with each other a bit as the conversation flowed into more mundane discussion; I said my good nights somewhere between Tony's bitching about the hobbies of my generation and my nightly skincare routine. The little green heart that I'd become accustomed to over the past few weeks greeted me just as I was about to lock my phone.

Bruce was really too precious for this world. My crush on him was different than the one on Tony, it mellowed out in comparison. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to call me his darling and wrap me up in one of those dorky button-ups that he insisted on wearing in spite of Tony's unwanted, however very valid, fashion advice.

For all that's worth, the scientist probably knew or at least suspected and had the good grace to play along just enough to satisfy my deep need for attention... Without crossing any actual lines. It was frustrating, it was disappointing but I had virtually nothing to complain about. Besides, I didn't want to lose the quirky friendship that we had. Banner was, probably, the least judgemental person I knew and I wasn't about to trade that for an awkwardly stolen kiss.

Monday and Tuesday passed in a flurry of giggling and snorting every time Flash walked by. His girlfriend broke up with him, very publicly, accusing him of cheating and he didn't even deny it - just insulted her and stormed off, leaving even his friends looking lost and clueless. I started dragging Peter and his two pet nerds along with me just about everywhere I went in case Thompson decided to do something stupid again. If judging only by the looks he was throwing our little company, he was on his way to figuring out who began nibbling at his reputation.

The week was coming to an end and the rumour began dying off, slowly. That just didn't sit with me, I wanted the fucker gone. Due to the obvious time constraints, I approached MJ regarding Peter - after a brief argument, we came to an agreement regarding Peter's safety should I need to leave him alone in the hallways or at lunch.

I needed to do this alone so if I got caught, I won't drag them down with me. Granted, I would probably get something like a suspension and the school will attempt to call my mother (she never picks up) but that's about it. That's where her reputation comes in handy-people consciously avoid dealing with her, she can be that unbearable.

But first, I needed to get a teacher that's on my side. After carefully considering the candidates, I settled on my Social Studies professor - he taught the college-level classes and was overall a very chill, nice dude. And he disliked bullies with a flaming passion. So it didn't take me long to work him into a righteous fury - just a quick chat over a cup of tea in his homeroom and a few pictures of Peter's bruised face, complete with my own pleading puppy eyes. We agreed Mr Davies would "accidentally" leave the teacher's lounge unlocked during third period and I would sneak in. The plan wasn't foolproof but if it worked, not only Flash, but also his whole misogynistic, bigoted family would go down.

As I was leaving, Mr Davies looked up at me with a bright smile: "Give them Hell, alright?" And I suddenly noticed he was, in fact, very attractive. The smile brought out the fine wrinkles around his mouth, the crow's feet around his eyes - he smiled a lot. Silver strands mixed in with the wooden brown of his hair.

I let my eyes slide over him briefly before baring my teeth in return. "I owe you one," I don't know what possessed me to say that. My mouth really had a mind of its own sometimes. The room suddenly became hot.

"Sure," He replied, totally oblivious.

On Friday, I made myself a small nest in the empty classroom opposite the teacher's lounge and sat waiting for the signal from Mr Davies - he'd tap on the door once and I'd quietly go inside the teacher's lounge, retrieve Thompson's file and make my way back to the empty classroom to grab my backpack and carry the file to my locker for further examination.

The first part went successfully and I managed to snag Thompson's file. It was heavy and hefty, all the evidence of his rowdiness compiled into one flimsy plastic folder. There were A LOT of pink slips and I rejoiced internally: at least there was a paper trail of his exploits. The principal didn't do anything about it which was... If not against the rules then at least frowned upon; the plan was to take copies and anonymously submit them to the school board prompting at least an investigation into the blatant disregard for Flash's immoral and illegal behaviour.

On my way back I stumbled upon the principal herself which got me not only a stern talking to, but a whole detention for skipping class. Whatever, I was too elated from potentially ruining the life of a dumb fuck who ruined my friend's face.

Surprise came in the face of Mr Davies, who, having heard the commotion in the hallway, stepped out of his class and saw me being lectured by the principal.

"I'll take her for the detention," I heard the familiar voice behind me. The principal nodded solemnly and I had no choice but to sigh in resignation. "Three thirty, be here," He nodded to me, walking back, looking way too smug for his own good. So I wasn't the only one excited about the successful completion of stage two of my nefarious plan. Cue evil laughter.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #bruce banner x y/n #bruce banner x reader #stephen strange x reader #Stephen Strange x y/n #bun writes #party favours #author doesn't advocate for small dick jokes but tbh the abusive fucker deserves it

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