#i have not got my maths wrong for his age in study by the way - he just hasn't had his birthday yet

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Still liable to changes, but I have at last placed every single story into my chronology! I have also made some changes to the order of stories placed previously, based either on new information or their vibes. Comments and feedback are much appreciated.

The ‘Gloria Scott’ - Summer 1875 [1] (Framing: Winter 1882-3?)

The maths as stated don’t work, as 1855 + 30 = 1885, and these events can’t occur after A Study In Scarlet. 1875 would have to be Holmes’s second year of college. 

The Musgrave Ritual - Spring 1879 (Framing: Winter 1882-3?)

It is stated to have been four years since Holmes last saw Musgrave. Holmes mentions telling Watson about the events of ‘Gloria Scott’. Watson must be living at 221b at the time, as his intro describes Holmes’s extremely messy habits in terms of lodging with him.

A Study In Scarlet - January to March 1881

Watson states the date he discovered Holmes’s profession explicitly as the 4th of March, which was several weeks after they moved in together. I find it likely that it was at most mid-January when they met, and that Watson spent February observing Holmes’s habits and trying to figure him out.

The Resident Patient - October 1881

Watson describes these events as being ‘towards the end of the first year during which Holmes and I shared chambers’, and then specifies that it was October.

The Valley Of Fear - January 1882 [2]

It is stated to be ‘in the late eighties’, but Holmes appears to still be getting used to Watson’s sense of humour, which he claims is ‘developing’, which points to it being earlier while Watson is still recovering from his illness. Any later and Holmes would already be very familiar with his closest companion’s personality. It cannot be any earlier than 1882 however, since January 1881 is taken up by the events of A Study In Scarlet.

The Speckled Band - April 1883

The Yellow Face - Summer 1883

The Beryl Coronet - February 1884

The Copper Beeches - Early Spring 1884

Charles Augustus Milverton - Winter 1884

I get the feeling this is an earlier case, as Watson’s attitude is oddly naïve when it comes to morality and the ability of the law to handle Milverton. I cannot see him behaving like this/holding these beliefs if he has already experienced Moriarty with Holmes for instance. He is also very jumpy while he and Holmes are performing their burglary.

The Hound Of The Baskervilles - October 1885 [3]

Mortimer’s stick is dated 1884, and Holmes notes this was five years ago (making it 1889), but Watson neither appears to be married nor in medical practice, and since this story was explicitly written as to have occurred before Holmes’s ‘death’, this precludes it being set after 1888.  

The Greek Interpreter - Summer 1886?

The Reigate Squires - April 1887

The Sign Of Four - July 1887 [4]

It is stated to be July (later mistakenly stated as September) 1888, but this contradicts both SCAN (March 1888) and FIVE (September 1887). There also appears to be a pearl missing as Mary describes their delivery. 

The Cardboard Box - August 1887

Holmes mentions both A Study In Scarlet and The Sign Of Four by name -- which implies that Watson is a very speedy writer, as this would be only a few weeks later. However, this may be taken as self promotion on Watson’s part.

The Noble Bachelor - Autumn 1887

This story is dated to 1887 via Lord St. Simon’s age, but Watson is soon to be married -- which is not possible if he has not yet met his fiancée. Dating SIGN to July 1887 fixes this discrepancy. 

A Scandal In Bohemia - March 1888

Watson explicitly dates the start of this case to the 20th of March 1888, and states that he hasn’t seen Holmes for several months after his marriage (which would be in the late autumn to winter of 1887)

The Stockbroker’s Clerk - June 1888

Watson states that he acquired his practice ‘shortly after’ his marriage, and that he was too busy to visit Holmes at Baker Street for three months. Counting most of March as the first month (per SCAN), that takes us to the June he states, which is the first time Holmes has visited Watson at his practice. 

The Naval Treaty - July 1888

[The Second Stain - July 1888**]

I take it that the story of this name is heavily if not entirely fictionalised. This is when the real events that inspired it occurred.

The Crooked Man - Summer (August?) 1888

The Five Orange Pips - September 1888 [5]

It is stated to be September 1887, but even if SIGN occurred in July of that year, Watson and Mary have not married yet for him to be ‘staying at Baker Street’ while she is away visiting her (dead) mother.

The Boscombe Valley Mystery - Spring 1889

The Man With The Twisted Lip - June 1889

I place this after BOSC, as Holmes takes it as a given that Watson’s wife will not object to him sending a note and running off on a case in the middle of the night. (I suspect he’s wrong and will be due a bollocking after breakfast)

The Engineer’s Thumb - Summer 1889

The Dying Detective - November 1889

Watson describes this as happening in his ‘second year of marriage’, which, 1888 being his first, works out as 1889.

A Case Of Identity - September 1890

Holmes comments in REDH that the case of Mary Sutherland occurred ‘the other day’. 

The Red-Headed League - October 1890

The Blue Carbuncle - December 1890

Watson states it to be ‘the second morning after Christmas’, making it the 27th. When discussing cases that didn’t involve a crime, Holmes cites the events of SCAN, IDEN, and TWIS. This also lines up with the publication order, BLUE being the seventh short story, and Watson states that of the ‘last six cases’ he has written up, three of them were legally free of crime (morally however…)

The Final Problem - April to May 1891

Holmes has apparently been working in France since ‘the winter of 1890’ when he suddenly shows up in Watson’s consulting room on the 24th of April. His ‘death’ occurs on the 4th of May. 

The Empty House - March 1894

The Norwood Builder - Summer 1894

Stated to take place ‘several months’ after Holmes’s return. Watson has moved back to Baker Street and sold his practice. 

Silver Blaze - Late Summer 1894 

(I would like to set Silver Blaze to be after NORW, since I think Holmes and Watson deserve a fun case after that one. I believe it to be post-hiatus since Watson is evidently resident in Baker Street and does not appear to be in practice at this time.)

The Golden Pince-Nez - November 1894

The Red Circle - Winter 1894

Watson is living at Baker Street, and Holmes refers to his medical practice in the past tense. 

The Solitary Cyclist - April 1895

The Three Students - 1895

Black Peter - July 1895

The Bruce-Partington Plans - November 1895

The Veiled Lodger - Early 1896

The Shoscombe Old Place - 1896

The Missing Three-Quarter - February 1896-7?

Described as occurring ‘seven or eight years ago’ from the time of writing, presumably 1904. 

The Devil’s Foot - March 1897

The Abbey Grange - Winter 1897

Wisteria Lodge - March 1898 [6]

It is stated to be March 1892, but this is impossible as Holmes is presumed dead at that time. It also can’t be March ‘91 as Holmes is too busy at that time, and referencing REDH eliminates March ‘90 or any year earlier. Further, Holmes complains of boredom due to a lack of cases, which eliminates 1894 due to a very high number of cases in that year (he also would only have been back about two weeks at that point). Holmes is also busy in March ‘95, ‘96, and ‘97. It is not until 1898 that there may be time to be bored by March.

The Six Napoleons - Late May/Early June 1898

It must be the end of May or the start of June, as Beppo was arrested and sentenced to a year in prison in late May of the previous year. (I’d like to set this one near DANC, since Holmes deserves the praise. 

The Dancing Men - July 1898

Mr Cubitt says that he met his wife while in London ‘for the jubilee last year’, and that Elsie received a letter from America ‘about a month ago, at the end of June’. 

The Sussex Vampire - November 1898

I date this story to after 1897, as that is the year vampires rose significantly in the public consciousness.

The Retired Colourman - Summer 1899

Amberley married his wife in 1897, and Holmes comments that the events that have resulted in their contact with him have occurred ‘within two years’.

The Priory School - May 1901?

Years listed with regard to Lord Holdernesse date the story post 1900, and wording makes it seem that that is not the present year.

The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax - Spring/Summer 1901?

The Problem Of Thor Bridge - October 1901

The Three Garridebs - June 1902

The Illustrious Client - September 1902

The Blanched Soldier - January 1903

Holmes claims that Watson has ‘deserted [him] for a wife’. 

The Mazarin Stone - Summer 1903

Watson is visiting Baker Street, and comments that nothing has changed in his absence, which infers this to occur after his second marriage. He also comments that a dummy of Holmes has been ‘used before’, referencing the events of EMPT. 

The Three Gables - 1903?

Watson has not seen Holmes ‘in some days’.

The Creeping Man - September 1903

As originally published, the date is stated as September 1902, but when collected in Case-Book, this changes to 1903. I place it in 1903 as Watson is not living at Baker Street at this time, having been summoned by a note from Holmes.

The Lion’s Mane - July 1907

Holmes is retired

His Last Bow: The War Service Of Sherlock Holmes - August 1914

Holmes has been undercover for the past two years.

Additionally:

This chronology was started in direct opposition to and due to frustration with Baring-Gould's chronology. Any comments or suggestions based on it will be disregarded.

It is my aim with this chronology to take into account all stated dates, and take them as correct except for where they blatantly contradict others. (e.g. SIGN being dated to either July or September 1888, when FIVE references Watson's wife in September 1887 and SCAN refers to his marriage in March 1888; Wisteria Lodge being dated to March 1892 when Holmes is 'dead' at this time)

It is also my intention that Watson is only married twice, the first time to Mary Morstan in late 1887 and the second to an unknown Mrs Watson in early 1903 (being strictly canonical, my own headcanons of him retiring to Sussex with Holmes aside)

I estimate that Holmes was born January 6th 1857, making him 18 at the time of GLOR and 24 at the time of STUD. Also by this estimate he would be 57 at the time of His Last Bow.

I estimate that Watson was born 23rd May 1853, making him 27 at the time of STUD. This would make him 61 at the time of His Last Bow.

#sherlock holmes #acd canon #acd holmes #i reject your chronology and substitute my own #watson's birthday is pure headcanon #i just thought it would be fun for it to be the day after acd's #i have not got my maths wrong for his age in study by the way - he just hasn't had his birthday yet

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Stuck with you | B.C

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Summary: 4 times people were convinced you and chan were in love + 1 time you finally realized why

Genre: 4+1, best friends to lovers, indenial motherfucker, high school AU, just fluff really

wc: 5.8k (the way this is the longest fic I’ve ever written, not my fault I love Chan)

Song suggestions: Sick of you - Suriel Hess

Note: pretend Minho and Chan are the same age😅. Also this is me trying to delay posting chapter 2 of the way I loved you.

BONUS | skz reaction to you two finally getting together

1.

God you fucking hated math. It’s funny you chose to take the hardest math class offered, funny how you transferred from a class way easier, getting way better grades, claiming to love the subject and wanting to be challenged, all because of a boy.

Bang Chan had been your best friend for a little over 3 years in your junior year and you felt yourselves drift a part as you chose classes far different from each other, to better suit the paths each of you were going to take. Spending most of your time with him online or the passing times in the hallway when you encounter the other as he spent most breaks with his own set of friends, the boys you grew fond of, whilst you spent it with your girls. Transferring became an option when you realized your math grades were outstanding, having a natural gift for it albeit your hatred, and your friends started questioning why you hadn’t chosen a harder class. When you brought it up, he had eagerly begged you, being in that very class, he wanted to spend more time with you.

Being utterly weak (and whipped) for him, you relented, figuring it couldn’t be that much harder as the class you were in was only a level easier, oh how wrong you were. Now in your senior year you sat in the corner table of the math class, away from the chaos of your gifted peers carelessly chatting, clutching your hair in confusion.

“I can’t believe they have time to talk, I’m actually going to fail this class” your friend Lisa, a girl you got closer to after transferring, had said as she sat in the table in front of you. The class was built so that each table could only fit one person, and you two had always chosen to sit on the tables in the corner end of the classroom, finding it better to focus that way.

“I know, I’m pretty sure the shit we’re learning is university level” you groaned, releasing the grasp on your hair as you leaned back into your chair. She laughed and agreed, you two fell into a light conversation whilst continuing to focus on studying, eyes trained precisely on the piece of paper that you were sure would haunt your dreams from now on. You noticed she had gone quiet and you turned ahead to see why.

“Need any help?” Speak of the devil that had put you in the very situation that had you miserable. He was smiling at you, amused at the way you had your eyebrows furrowed almost permanently. You turned to glare at your best friend, rolling your eyes, “I don’t know how you convinced me to transfer” you pouted. He giggled as he pulled up a chair next to you, squeezing his way into the table, frowning you turned to him, confused to why he had opted to join your struggles instead of joining his chattering friends. Chris was, to put it lightly, a genius, so he had no reason to join your misery parade yet he did like many times before. You were friends with the people in your class, but you preferred to stay away from the chaos, indulging in your introverted nature. Chan, although an extrovert, always seemed to join you instead of the crowd which confused you but you never questioned it, instead welcoming his company.

“I wouldn’t have supported it if I didn’t know how smart you were, maybe you’re just making it harder than it needs to be” he said in sympathy, continuing on to explain the shortcuts you could take to solve the exact equation that were filled with scribbles of your past attempts. In the end you noticed he was right (or maybe he had a gift of making you memorize and analyze any of his words) as now you had easily finished all the equations given…and in record time.

“See, wasn’t that hard was it?” He teased, patting your head proudly. You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless at the caring boy, glad you had him next to you. From then on you two had continued into a conversation, laughing at his attempts to joke, and opting to stay with each other instead of joining the group. By the time the bell had rung, you both were in the midst of a very competitive online chess game (which both of you were a completely novice at).

“Guess we have to end the game” he said with a shining smile, you laughed at his glee, claiming he was only happy as he was clearly losing whilst he laughed in response. He went back to his table to pack his bags, while you chuckled, shaking your head fondly at your dimpled best friend.

Your next class was English which you had also shared with Lisa, turning to her, you were about to ask if she was ready to go when you saw her smirking at you, lifting her eyebrows. “Finally back to earth?” She asked, laughing at your confusion. “I swear you guys are in love” she said, you blushed at the statement, jumping to deny her. Her laughs increased at your refusal shaking her head as she packed her things.

“What do you mean by that, I swear you guys always say it but I really don’t understand why” chuckling in disbelief you’d stated. Her laughter came to a halt, now looking at you in disbelief, finally realizing you were genuinely confused. “You’re joking right?” She said, halting her actions “think about it y/n, you guys are closer than normal friends, he looks at you differently to everyone else, he even acts differently around you. The minute any of you are in each others presence it’s like everyone else doesn’t exist, you guys get into your own worlds, in your own conversations” she pointed out, listing to what you thought were nonsense.

“He’s friends with a bunch of girls, mr popular remember? He’s like that with everyone, that’s why people love him, he makes them feel special” you rebutted, spluttering against your words. “Do you feel special?” She countered, asking. You stayed silent but truly the answer was predictable, he truly made everyone feel like they meant something. “Just think about it, he’s friends with me too, I know how he is with girls, he isn’t like how he is with you. Plus in the hour of our class, he never once looked or spoken to me, it’s always like that whenever you’re in the room, he won’t talk to anyone else or pay attention to them.” At that she ended the topic, you tried to brush it off as you both left the class and fell into mindless small talk but the lingering thought of her words stayed still in the corner of your mind.

2.

“Have you decided where you’re gonna go for uni?” Chan asked as you both sat on the school field, under a tree watching his friends play football like their life depended on it. On any other day you two would part ways during lunch, spending time with each others respective friend groups, but today he’d ask you to join him. In his seasonal clingy nature, claiming he’d barely spent time with you lately.

“You know I’ve always wanted to go overseas, see a different part of the world” you replied, being truthful as you never thought of staying in Korea. University always seemed like your chance of a getaway car, leaving your life left behind, leaving parts of your self you hated behind, memories of past regrets. Recently though you’ve come to realize maybe your past would never leave you and that the only thing you could do was accept that you’ve grown, accept that you’ve changed, these epiphanies coming to light with the aid of your dimpled best friend.

Speaking of which you’ve notice have become silent as you uttered your thoughts, simply lost in thought, keeping his eyes trained on his friends. “If I do, don’t miss me too much yeah” you teased, trying to break the tense atmosphere. He snapped his eyes towards yours, a small smile broke on his face as he rolled his eyes, ruffling your head in the process. He adjusted your positions to lie his head on your lap, as you started stroking his black locks.

Truthfully he was the only thing holding you down, the idea of leaving not being phased by even your friends as they too had ideas of leaving to different countries to study, so really there was no reason for you to, no reason except him. You knew Chris would stay in Korea, having dreams of producing music with his friends, studying it’s art and working freelance until he eventually gets signed (which you knew would happen considering his talent).

“I will miss you” He said, his sad expression coming back, your eyes softening at the look. Although your friendship was always playful, filled with laughter and teasing, he also never held back his affections. It was clear to everyone he loved you, whether that was as a friend or lover was the debate, he spoiled you as his best friend and you reciprocated. There were even days where you cherished each others company so much that all you did was lay on his bed on your phone in silence as he worked on songs on his desk, simply cause he wanted you to be there.

You frowned, continuing your ministrations on his hair after a soft pat to his cheek. “Come on, I haven’t left yet let’s not be all sentimental” you chuckled “hell I haven’t even decided if I am gonna leave, all is still on the fence”. He chuckled nodding, an ounce of hope bringing a blinding smile to his face, his eyes forming to crescents. For the rest of the lunch you continued to talk to each other, some topics even leading to animated arguments and ending in laughter, when it came back to the topic of the future. Somehow in the midst of the conversation, you started talking about marriage, the idea of a perfect future with whoever you chose to love forever.

“Well I want one kid, maybe a son if I got to choose but of course I’d love them all the same if it was a daughter. I’d spoil the death out of them, give them everything and raising them well enough to be grateful for it, well enough to make them want to give as well. I’d have to work for it though so I’d want a husband whose job wouldn’t be as demanding as mine, maybe an artistic type? That way they could be at home whilst still focusing on their dreams, not letting it get in the way of achieving what they want” you ranted, rambling in a daze of recounting your daydreams. Unknowing of the loving fond gaze that was held in Chans gaze as he grinned at your running rambles, holding his laugh in at your enthusiasm in the topic.

As you turned to him, you mistook the fondness for amusement, blushing at the influx of words that had spilled out of you. “Sorry…” you apologized sheepishly, fiddling with your ear. “It’s just something I’ve always thought of to be honest, a perfect ending you know” you continued, trying to save yourself from looking like a crazed planner. He laughed and nodded, assuring you that he too has thought about it like every other person. As you asked him what he thought of, he drifted off in thought, trying to gather all his daydreams. Before he could continue, the boys had joined you, sitting down next to you both…well more like collapsing onto you both.

“Who the hell suggested to play on the hottest day of the year” you heard Jisung complain as he was lying starfish next to Chan. You both looked at each other and laughed at the dramatic mess of boys amongst you, forgetting your past conversation and involving them in a new one. You were again oblivious to the occasional stares and smiles to you gifted by the boy who unknowingly to even yourself caught your heart.

When lunch came to a close, you left with Minho, who unexpectedly became one of the closest friends you’ve gained from Chan, only second to the boy himself, as both of you were heading to home EC.

“Sooo what were you and Chris talking about” the cat-like boy teased whilst wiggling his eyebrows, as you wondered the implication of his question.

“Just our hopes for the future, why?” You asked.

“I don’t know he looked pretty…whipped if you know what I mean” again smirking knowingly at you, whilst you were still stumped to the looks given. You explained the conversation in detail, knowing the nosy boy wouldn’t accept any less. As you went into a ramble on how you had detailed your ideal type to Chris, you saw realization crawl into his face as he muttered an “ahh…”, nodding in confirmation. You looked at him in question, wondering what he discovered to confirm his suspicions of Chan being so called “whipped”.

“God you guys are meant to be or something” he said, chuckling in disbelief still holding the same knowing smirk (one you used to be consistently annoyed by before getting used to it). He shook his head as the confusion has yet to leave your face, ever the menace, he pinched your ear in response. Rolling your eyes you realized this is another one of your friends agenda to insist the romantic love between you and Chris, your conversation with Lisa still plaguing your mind. “Don’t look at me like that, in a few months we’ll be able to say we told you so. With the rate you two are going it might actually be a few years” he said, whispering the last sentence to himself.

Chuckling you decide against arguing as you both had arrived to the class, before it could start however he turned to you “just do me a favor and ask him his ideal future when you see him yeah” he said, ending the conversation as you added the interaction to a collection of thoughts you’d stored in the back of your mind, where many moments revolving Chris was safely repeated. You wondered how you were ever going to concentrate on school as this section of your brain had gotten increasingly big, sometimes even taking the forefront of your mind.

3.

You were concerned, very fucking concerned. On any other day, you wouldn’t bat an eye at the fact that you hadn’t spent time with Chan in a long time (which to you two was only a couple days). That being said, you couldn’t help but grow suspicious when the boys had come to you in confusion as they realized that they too had not seen the eldest of the group in days. At first you brushed it off, as it had been the seniors break before the exams, you blamed his silence on spending time with the family or studying for the finals. Though as you saw him continue his swimming practices in a concentrated face, in silence and away from his usual peers, your concern grew. The only reason you had come to campus was to spend the day studying at the library, hoping to catch some of your teachers for help, but that plan was completely abandoned as you saw your best friend sit quietly by the pool.

“Never took you as a loner” you said as you approached him, smiling in comfort as you noticed his frustrations. He smiled back but you knew it was forced, you had known the guy for almost 5 years at this point and when you say that there was little you could hide from each other, it was not an exaggeration. Being almost tied to the hip for the first 2 years of knowing each other, over the years you grew to read him extremely well, and vice versa.

Silence overtook the two of you as you waited for him to open up, him knowing you caught on to his facade. “What if I don’t make it?” He started “I’ve done everything to make my parents proud, medals from the swim team, good grades, hard classes. I did all of it to make them proud because I know that when I graduate, it will be long until I’ll be able to do that. I’m not gonna be a successful producer from the get-go, I know that, so what if I’m wasting all of this? Making them proud and leaving them with disappointment just to see it was for nothing” continuing into a rant. You looked at him in sympathy, rubbing his back as you saw tears well up in his eyes.

“Chris look at me” you said, wiping his tearful cheeks as he turned to you. “You are the most selfless person I know, you gave up your childhood to be the best student I know, took in a group of juniors and sophomores for no reason just to help and now they’re also some of the smartest people I know. Look you are so fucking talented, you’ve been making music since you could talk, I think your parents have known for a long time what you wanted to do and considering I’ve had long talks with them about our futures, they have no doubts in you, trust me they’ll be happy no matter the path you take. Be selfish Chris for once in your life, you won’t regret it, because at the end of the day, no matter how smart I know you are, you could never do an office job” you rambled, ending the rant with a slight tease to bring a smile to his face and successfully doing so.

“And when you inevitably become a big shot producer, because I know how talented you are and so I know you will, I’ll be cheering you on the sidelines in MY boring old office job as your biggest fan. No pressure though CB97.” You continued, teasing him lightly again with an alias you knew he’d started going by as he finally started publishing his music. After a moment of silence and exchanging grins, he thanked you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Ew you’re still wet” you said, scrunching your face but not leaving his embrace, the sour look on your face quickly disappearing as you heard his laugh. After a moment of small talk, both of you parted as he had to go to the showers whilst you had to continue your initial plans of studying, all whilst the grins on both of your faces had yet to leave your face and would continue to be etched on for the rest of the day.

Days after, Minho told you that Chris had gone back to replying to texts, seeming to slowly go back to normal, but he had also still avoided plans to hangout with them. This confused you as Minhos text had also been accompanied with a text from Chris to hang out, either way you were happy to spend time with the boy and eagerly accepted.

Now you sat in the movie theater with him, excitedly waiting for the new Deadpool sequel to start. As the ads and trailers played you fell into a comfortable conversation, not once mentioning his absence and break down, knowing it would be a sore subject for quite some time.

“I would think the boys would want to see this with you” you said. He looked as if he was caught, starting to scratch his neck nervously. “I don’t know, I didn’t think this was their thing” he replied stuttering, you knew he was hiding something but decided to brush it off. Remembering your conversation with Minho, you decided to subtly drift into a conversation about the future, you were successful in doing so as he often got lost into a trance of passion when talking about music.

“I love children but I don’t think I could handle many to be honest. I love my parents but with how busy they are and how busy I was trying to make them proud, I never got to spend much time with them, so I’d want a house with a studio so I could still work late without going home late. That way I could spend a lot of time with my family without compromising my work you know, I don’t think I could ever give up music. In terms of my wife, I don’t really care what they work as, as long as they’re happy, but I do have a thing for ambition so I’d say as long as they’re dedicated to whatever path they choose I’d love them all the same, whether it’s working a big corporate job or a loving mother and housewife.” He rambled, going into the same daze you had been just a month before on the field.

You were overwhelmed with fondness at the caring nature of the boy, gazing at him with a feeling you’d never noticed had always wrapped your heart when looking at him until now. You were still oblivious to the feelings (nor the realization of the similarities in your futures, bless your heart), but you had an inkling that the emotions clouding your head and heart for your best friend wouldn’t leave any time soon.

“Aww Channie, who knew you could be such a sweetheart” you teased, hoping to calm the erratic beating in your chest as you pinched his cheek. The conversation flowed comfortably after that as you both fell into the dynamic you both knew and loved, occasionally laughing until your stomach’s hurt, throwing popcorns into each others mouth to try and pass time before the movie starts, oblivious to the knowing looks and smiles from strangers amongst you.

Before the movie had started you felt your phone vibrate, seeing you had received a text from the boy who had left you in that conversation in the first place.

Minho 🐰😈: have you heard from Chan? Is he okay?

You: why don’t you ask him yourself…

Minho 🐰😈: I have a reputation to uphold

You: okay tsundere

You: [insert image of you two in the movie theater]

Minho 🐰😈: are you guys watching the new Deadpool movie together?!?

Minho 🐰😈: He promised to watch that with us. Bros before hoes my ass😒

Minho 🐰😈: And you say he isn’t in love with you, yeah right

Rolling your eyes, you decided to leave the boy on read. Too many thoughts plaguing you mind to answer, even as the movie began to play.

You tried to ignore the erratic beating in your chest that had never resided. Tried to ignore the way his gaze would pierce into your face occasionally throughout the movie when he thought you wouldn’t notice. Tried to ignore the way his hands felt on your face as he jokingly fed you a piece of popcorn. Tried to ignore the similarities in the way you saw your futures. Most importantly, tried to ignore how he had basically gone M.I.A for days but decided to hang out with you first amongst all his friends, even though they had promised to watch the movie together after seeing the first. But you couldn’t.

You didn’t want to seem delusional, as he, again, always had a way of making people feel special. God did you feel special.

4.

You didn’t know why you were crying.

For a couple months, you and Yeonjun had been talking. You liked him, he was funny, smart, handsome, and you two had been friends beforehand so it all never seemed forced. You knew a part of why you had sought out a romantic interest was to distract yourself from an ongoing dilema plaguing your mind for months, but you weren’t ready to confront that. Everything with Yeonjun was nice, fun, casual. So it shouldn’t be surprising when he decided to end your situationship abruptly for a more serious relationship with another girl, shouldn’t be surprised that he so quickly moved on with a lovesick smile to the girl next to him. More shocking than anything was the way you found yourself crying in your best friends arms, infiltrating his home suddenly, jumping on his bed to cuddle him for comfort.

You felt guilty for intruding, especially as you felt a slight drift between you two as of recently (not realizing it had started the minute you had begun to talk to Yeonjun). Though your guilt disappeared as you felt him hold you tighter, running his hands through your hair, and whispering comforting words and shushes to help calm your cries. As he heard hiccups replace your sobs, he slightly pulled away gently, just enough to wipe your tears whilst still keeping you close. Fixing the hair on your face in the process, holding your face as if you’d break, looking at you in concern. “If you’re not ready to tell me what’s making you cry like this, it’s okay, but just know you can trust me yeah” he said, his patient and caring nature pulling at your heart strings, making you pull away from his hold just to tuck your face back into his neck.

“I don’t even know why I’m crying, I didn’t even like him that much” you muttered, more to yourself than him, shifting your body to talk more comfortably but still lying your head on his shoulder as you laid next to him instead of on top of him. He used his arm around you to continue running his hand through your hair, you knew friends shouldn’t be this close but you also weren’t ready to face that. “Yeonjun?” He’d asked, your head still tucked in his neck, you couldn’t see the heavy furrow of his eyebrows.

“Yeah…he uhh he’s with another girl now, they’re serious, even though he told me he never wanted anything serious. To be fair to him, I told him the same, but it hurts cause in a way I was waiting for him you know, I would’ve never said I didn’t want anything serious if he didn’t. Now knowing that he only didn’t want something serious with me…” you drifted off, you now knew your cries weren’t for the boy you simply held an attraction to, but for the insecurity you had felt as he chose someone else. “I just…am I not good enough? I’m always the girl before you know, before you find the one, there’s always that one girl. I’m always saying I’m not ready for a relationship but it’s because no one seeks me for a serious one, it’s always flings, friends, nothing more. I’m never gonna be first choice, always the one people settle for cause they don’t want something permanent or until they find something permanent.”

Feeling tears crawl back into your eyes, you chuckled bitterly. “God I’m pathetic” you said, playing with your fingers to will the tears back in.

“Of course you’re not, you deserve to feel sad about this, deserve to feel these emotions y/n. Look this may not be much coming from me but you’re enough, you’re more than enough, anyone would be lucky to have you” Chan said softly in reply. You shook your head chuckling, “you have to say that, you’re my best friend” you pointed out, arching an eyebrow as you faced him.

You saw his face grow serious at your attempt to brush his compliment off. “I’m serious y/n, remember when you told me I’m the most selfless person you know, I think that’s wrong, cause for me that’s you. You don’t see how amazing you are but I do, the boys do, your friends do, and anyone in their right mind would know how lucky they are to just have the chance to know you. That girl is great, sure, maybe Yeonjun will end up happily with her, but the greatness of a person is not the absence of your own.” he said, not once breaking the stare on your eyes. “And if I’m being honest, I’d choose you over her any day, because after knowing you for 5 years, I know how lucky I am to even have you as a friend” he continued.

His words had rendered you speechless, not knowing the boy in front of you had felt so strongly about your friendship (god you were so far deep indenial). “Thanks Chris” you smiled tearfully at the words, he pulled you impossibly closer, tucking your head back into his shoulder. He spent the day trying to cheer you up, watching movies on his bed, and even showing you some of his tracks he knew you’d been looking forward to hearing.

It’s been a few days since that night, you had made peace with the fact that you were just not the one for Yeonjun, no longer wasting tears on the boy. You saw him approaching you cautiously as you closed your locker, smiling at him in reassurance as you held no grudges, after all you were friends before everything.

“Hey…” he started off, still looking nervous. You replied with a “hi” and a smile of encouragement, trying to emit comfort as you truly held no bad blood against him. “I just…I wanted to say sorry” he continued looking guiltily at the floor, you shook your head in reply earnestly trying to convince him that he had nothing to be sorry for. “No no, I do owe you an apology, I was an ass for leading you on. I know we agreed for nothing serious but I mean I wouldn’t like it if a girl I was talking to suddenly dropped me for another, no matter how casual it was, especially if she were to leave for something serious even after saying she didn’t want it.” He said.

“It’s okay, really.” You chuckled, smiling at him in understanding, “Yeah at first it didn’t feel so good but again nothing serious, you and her seem happy”. He smiled in relief, chuckling at a thought, “can I be honest with you?”. You looked at him quizzically “shoot. We were friends before anything, you can trust me” you said. He took a moment to form his words, taking a deep breath before chuckling again.

“A part of why I never wanted something serious with you wasn’t because you weren’t great, hell your reaction to this whole thing reminded me how amazing you are” he continued to chuckle, shaking his head. “Your understanding, caring, patient, got a heart of gold. Though I knew you were never mine, and never going to be mine.”

Your confusion wasn’t resolved, if anything the furrow on your eyebrows seemed to deepen. “What?” You uttered softly, silently asking for an explanation. “After how many years, you two have still not figured it out huh? Maybe it’s not my place to spell it out for you but if we’re being honest, I’ve always known you were in love with Chan. Even as I started to talk to you, you know romantically, I tried to ignore the fact that I knew, thought maybe over the weeks of getting to know you that maybe I was wrong, maybe everyone was wrong. Hell I really wanted everyone to be wrong at one point” he explained scoffing.

“I was going to tell you that you’d find a guy who makes you feel the way I feel for her but I think deep in your heart, you know you already have. Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do y/n” he ended. You had gone silent, thinking over his words, thinking over the moments you’ve had with Chan, thinking over the feelings you had long buried. He smiled knowingly, silently celebrating the fact that someone’s words have finally gotten to you, and the fact that it was his made him feel victorious. “Think about it, ‘you’ll never know what you have until it’s gone’” he quoted, leaving you to think.

5.

Days of these thoughts turned into weeks, now you lied on Chans bed as he worked on his desk. In his eyes you looked as if you were on your phone scrolling mindlessly, you were on your phone but you weren’t mindless, far from it. The same conversation with Yeonjun were repeating in your head, mixed with conversations with Minho, conversations with Lisa. As the scrolling of your phone was through pictures you had curated over the years of you and Chan, on the several hangouts you’ve had, just the two of you, and you smiled at the endless memories.

You knew you loved him, you knew for weeks now, even knowing your love for him didn’t just span those few weeks but rather a few years.

“Chan…” you called out to him, knowing he heard you as he, as a force of habit, always left one ear open from his headphones. He hummed, quickly pausing his work to turn to you quizzically. You stared at him full of emotions, searched his face as best as you can with the distance between you. He tilted his head as you stayed silent, muttering a nervous “what” accompanied by a giggle which left you looking at him in endearment.

“I love you” you confessed, it wasn’t rare for you to say it, being best friends, but the intention behind your words were now different. You knew he knew it was different. That he knew what you meant. That he knew you finally realized. For a moment he was frozen, all his pent up emotions coming to surface, once it reached, a blinding grin you’ve yet to see until this moment was planted on his face. The dimpled and crescent eyed grin, implanting one of your own on your face. “Finally.” was all he said before making his way quickly to jump on you, collapsing his body on top of you, pulling away to leave kisses all over your face muttering I love you’s after every peck as you giggled at his affection.

“Took you long enough” he teased as he momentarily stopped his eager pecking. You laughed in response, “shut up” you muttered before pulling him into a kiss. You both knew you didn’t need to talk anymore, knew you both were it for each other, knew that starting this moment, there wouldn’t be anyone else. Though it didn’t stop you from uttering one last sentence, “you know this does mean you’re stuck with me right”, wanting a confirmation that this was serious, your past insecurities getting to you. “Please baby, if you weren’t so god damn oblivious you’d have been mine a long time ago. Whether you like it or not, I’ve been stuck with you for a long time” he teased, leaning in to kiss you again.

You no longer felt bad for never being the first choice, because really, for you, every man has always been second to Chris.

Me projecting my failed friends to lovers arc to all of my stories LOL

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[teag-writes]

Teachers Pet

guess who's back!! me!! yay!! umm another request from my pookie bear @etherealhozier so thank her for this one! (also apologies for the unoriginal ass title, i couldnt think of anything else so yeah!!)

cw: age gap (20 sumthing years idk i cant do math!), pet names, thigh riding, cumming on leg (yum), i think thats it!!

You knew from a small age you wanted to catch “bad guys” for a living. Which is why immediately after you graduated high school, you had already enrolled in one of the criminal behavioural classes at the college you attended, as one of your main classes.  

After about a month of being at your university, you had settled in quite nicely as you got to know all of your teachers and other classmates. Now the love for criminal activity and all things crime being the main reason you were attending college, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t let anything get in your way. 

Until you saw him. Dr. Reid, or more formally known as the FBI agent turned professor, was the one who taught you and everyone else all about the interesting subject. He was tall, slender and had dark hair, and even darker eyes like he was hiding something. The way he talked so passionately about his life in the BAU made your stomach swirl. 

You knew this was completely wrong, having a crush on a man who was at least in his mid 40s, while you were in your early 20s. It almost disgusted you, the things you thought of letting him do to you, bending you over and smack-

“(Y/n). Are you paying attention?” A stern but quiet voice interrupted your daydreams as you looked at the man in front of you. 

“Yes sir. Sorry.” You said embarrassed. If he could read minds, you’d sure as hell be in a lot of trouble. 

He pursed his lips at you, forming a smile and giving you a nod and continued teaching. You groaned quietly, knowing this would be a long semester. 

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After class, you’d packed your things up and were about to head off to your dorm for study time, when you were halted by a call of your name. 

“(Y/n). Can I speak to you for a moment?” Your professor had caught you red handed and you knew you were done for as you walked over to his desk, after he shut the door. 

“Your attention span has been decreasing lately. Is everything at home okay? Anyone bothering you?” He seemed genuinely concerned for you as he asked you. 

“No sir. Everything’s fine. I’m just… it’s hard to pay attention in class.” Your tone slipped out more seductive than it should’ve and you knew damn well what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn’t care less. Spencer swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as you spoke to him. 

“Oh? Why’s that (y/n)? I’m not boring you, am I?” He said with a raspy laugh that made your stomach flip. 

“No, not at all sir. If anything,” you said looking him up and down. “It’s quite the opposite.” 

You were so nervous with what you were doing right now that you felt like throwing up. You took a step closer to the man in front of you and looked at him. 

“No. Stop.” He whispered out. “This is utterly inappropriate and so, so wrong.” He stopped you in your tracks and you started at him with embarrassment and guilt. 

“Shit, I’m… I’m gonna go.” You quickly grabbed your things and rushed out the door, Spencer yelling after you but you didn’t turn back. 

That night in your dorm, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened as you got so frustrated with yourself. But within a few seconds, an idea popped into your head. If he really wanted you, you’d have to make him show you. And that’s exactly what you were going to do. 

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The next day for class, you’d almost forgotten about what had happened when you remembered your plan. Make him want you. You thought to yourself if this was really what you wanted to do, yet you went through with the plan. You jumped out of your current skirt and replaced it with another, shorter, smaller one as you did the same with your shirt. You popped open the first few buttons and let your hair fall loosely over your shoulders, and decided to go with a dark red lipstick, with well as a pair of heels as you walked to class. 

Everyone had their eyes on you. Teachers, students, hell, everyone was gawking at you in awe. Whispers of shock fled peoples mouths as you walked into class and took a seat. You sat front row, as you always do, and waited for class to begin. The moment Spencer walked in, you stopped breathing, remembering that this was all for him. 

“Good morning class…” Spencer trailed off of his sentence as he saw you, and let out a choked cough.  “Pardon me, I must’ve had something in my throat. Please take out your notebooks, we will be talking notes today.” The whole entire time Spencer was speaking, he didn’t take his eyes off you once. And that continued throughout the whole lesson. 

By the time class was done, everyone had made their way out as you remained last again, trying to pack up quickly when an angry seeming voice halted you once again. 

“(Y/n). We need to talk.” Spencer didn’t seem impressed at all, but that only filled you with more lust. You gave him a warm, innocent smile and sat back down as he closed his door again. 

“Is something wrong, Dr?” You batted your eyelashes at Spencer and you hated every second of it, but you needed him. 

“Don’t call me that.” He had a furious look on his face, as he stepped closer towards you. “What’s going on with you today? The makeup and clothes, I mean.” 

You playfully spoke back to him as he asked you a question. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He groaned as you spoke to him, tipping his head back slightly. “Don’t play dumb with me, (y/n). You know what you’re doing.” 

He lunged forward to you and grabbed your wrist, hard but not too hard. 

“Is it working, Dr?” You purred back at him, and that only made things worse as he gently put his hand around your neck. 

“Yes. Yes it is, (y/n). Your little “whore” getup makes me sick. God, you don’t know what you do to me.” He said growling back at you. As he continued his grip on your neck, another hand made its way down to your legs and stopped at your heat. 

“Fucking soaked. Bet you’ve thought about this hm? Me pinning you against this wall and fucking you raw?” 

You moaned at his harsh, lustful words as he continued circling your clit through your panties. His grip tightened when you didn’t answer, making you squeal loudly. 

“Answer me. Have you thought about this, (y/n)? 

“Yes.” Was all you managed to breathe out. 

“Atta girl.” He praised you as he let go of your neck, sitting back down his desk chair. You stared at him with confusion, not knowing what to do. 

“C’mere.” He patted his thigh and motioned you to come sit on his lap. You immediately complied, straddling yourself right over his bulge, making you gasp. 

“If you want this so bad, you’ll get off on my thigh while I grade these papers.” He cooed gently at you, moving the hair out of your face. The angry man that was there seconds ago, was now gone. You whimpered at his command, as you knew you were going to have to work for it. 

“I know baby, I know. You’ll be okay.” He praised softly, as he leaned in for a kiss. You let his tongue swipe yours, as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you moan. He pulled apart from the kiss and you groaned at the loss of contact. 

“I know you wanted me to fuck you, but there’s consequences when you come into my office dressed like that. I’m being nice and at least letting you get off, hm? Such a good girl.” 

You couldn’t even be mad at him, his sweet tone had taken complete control over you. You started moving your hips against his leg, slowly and painfully, eliciting a moan from your lips that only made him twitch under you. You slowly started to speed up your movements, already feeling your muscles spasm over his cock. His hands made their way from the papers on his desk to your hips, moving them expertly against his leg. He saw that you were getting tired, so he naturally bucked his leg repeatedly into your wet cunt. 

The familiar coil in your stomach began to break apart and you came tortuously hard on his leg with a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard. He bucked his leg into you again, riding you through your orgasm as you let out sweet little whimpers. 

“Shh shh, I’ve got you baby. It’s okay. Good girl.” All the little praises he mumbled to you made you needy enough to come again, but you couldn’t. Instead, you sit there with your head on his shoulder, all fucked out because of him. 

#spencer reid smut #criminal minds #spencer reid x y/n #mgg

[user2772636]

Douzième Fille

12th girl

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You can't deny beauty, so don't do it at all. Some time is spent at the beach with a boy you're trying to quietly reject. Begging, though pitying, looks good on our one-eyed boy.

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Joseph Descamps x Reader

Warnings: boys being boys (ft. grown ass men), swearing, sl?!t shaming, bullying, smoking, angsty-er than normal

Also, another reference, now from the show Normal People and the movie (500) Days of Summer

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Song: Salvatore by Lana Del Rey

(For some reason, I can't display it. Sorry about the technical difficulties.)

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Chapter seven: Salvatore

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I walk the unfamiliar streets of the town, only now headed this way. I was instructed by my mother to pick something up from a lady's house this morning, specifically a box of sweets.

It was delivered to the wrong address, and my mother got in contact with the company, which gave her the contact number of the address they gave it to, and the two women made arrangements.

I look up at the plain white door with embedding, knocking on it gently. I hear footsteps from inside, then the door opens with a creak.

"Good morning, ma'am. I was sent by my mother, Julliete Pardine." The woman smiles down at me, the elevation of her house making her taller.

"You must be Y/N. Come on in." She ushers me inside, opening the door wider. I take careful steps on the stairs, eyeing my feet to not fall and embarrass myself. Looking up was something I regret.

In all his glory, after being completely ignored for two weeks, Joseph Descamps stands in front of a drawer and mirror, eye wide open, mouth parted slightly, and looking as pretty as he always did.

I get snapped out of my trance when the woman, now I know as Mrs. Descamps, hands me the box of cookies.

"Now, Y/N, where do you study? I hope I'm not making you late this morning." I turn my focus to her, ignoring the butterflies wanting to escape my stomach through my throat.

"You're not. I study at Voltaire." Mrs. Descamps' eyes widen like her sons, and she smiles a bright smile.

"Oh, what a coincidence. My son goes there, too. Maybe you could walk each other. It's always good for a girl your age to have some company when walking the streets. Maybe you already know each other?" She glances at her son, nodding her head towards me. I look at Joseph, and something reminds me of a promise I made him before.

We're sitting on my bed, writing some notes for Maths. Joseph's voice comes alive.

"Hey, what do you think will happen to us in college?" I look up from my paper, eyeing Joseph steadily.

"What kind of question is that? You're thinking about college already?" I don't mention the fact that he's thinking about us two when talking about what'll happen.

"Well, you know, since schools are mixing boys and girls now, and it's going pretty well, so in college, it might be continued. I just wanna know if we'll still be... friends." I scoff slightly, letting go of my pencil to reach for his free hand.

"Joseph, let me assure you we'll still be friends. I promise." Joseph looks at me, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips. I tilt my head in worry.

"But... what if we don't end up in the same college? And when you're with your new friends, then you see me, you'll act like you never knew who I was?" I scan his face, his beautiful face, biting gently on my bottom lip. I caress his hand with my thumb.

"I would never act like I don't know you." I say in a whisper. He doesn't say anything after that, collecting my words somehow.

"Can you promise that, too?" I smile gently at him, lifting his hand up to my lips, kissing his rough knuckles.

"I promise."

I would've never thought what might happen in college happens so soon.

So when I look at him, all I can think about is his soul, and that even in a matter of weeks, it's filled me whole.

"Yes. We know each other." I look at Mrs. Descamps again, and her face lights up brighter than before.

Her son looks like her. The way both their eyes wrinkle a bit under when they smile, the way their cheeks shows lines, and the way their eyes light up. I barely see that in him anymore. And the last time I did, it was with me.

"Good. He shall walk you to school this morning." She walks to her son now, grabbing his arm to drag him closer to me. I don't look him in the eye, my heart still aching from the afternoon in the alley.

I can sense him tilting his head, brows etched in worry and body leaning towards me. He feels so warm even from far away. I want him closer.

"Anyways, I made you a sandwich for lunch. I know what food's like at school." Mrs. Descamps tells her son. I look at her now petite image, even more small when standing next to her child. Well, if he even is a child anymore.

"Thanks." He replies simply, head down. I try my best not to hold him like I used to. To ask him what's wrong.

"I saw the ophthalmologist. He thinks it's time." I furrow my eyebrows, not sure what type of doctor that is.

"Oh, yeah?" Fuck. Why'd he have to say it like that? Butterflies fill my stomach again. Not here. Not infront of his mom, for fucks sake.

"They've made great strides." She ruffles his hair. Damn, I used to do that. I miss it. "They can match your eye colour exactly now. You can't tell the difference."

"Have you ever seen someone with a glass eye? One eye moves, the other doesn't." Oh, so that's what this is about.

His mother cups his face. "My son is not a pirate. You'll be handsome again." I speak before I think.

"Your son is handsome." They turn their heads to me, and I flush in embarrassment. I finally look at Joseph, and there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes. His cheeks are flushed like mine, and he searches my face.

"Well, I'm glad you think so. But I think he should get it anyway. The mother knows best, like they say." Joseph doesn't even turn his head to his mother's direction. He doesn't even hear her. All he's looking at is me, and I can't find myself to look away.

"Well," I stutter out, looking to Mrs. Descamps. "It was nice to meet you. See you soon, ma'am." She smiles at me, rubbing my shoulder gently.

"Would you like to come to dinner tonight? I'm making a roast." Before I could answer, Joseph does it for me.

"Mama-" I cut him off. "Yes. Sure, ma'am. I'll come for dinner." I say, placing the box of cookies in my satchel. She laughs in glee.

"Alright! That's settled then. Now get going, or your teachers will have a field day with you two." She ushers us to the front door, closing the it once we're outside. I glance at him for a second, then start walking in a fast pace.

"Y/N!" He calls out.

"Oh, first name basis again? Didn't know we were that close." I say, Joseph catching up to my side.

"Please, I can explain. Let me." I scoff, disbelief in my face.

"No, thanks. Go have some fun with your girlfriend." I try to walk faster, but he catches up anyway.

"She's not my girlfriend, I swear. Y/N, please. You're killing me here." His voice cracks in desperation, and it takes all my strength not to stumble from my suddenly shaky legs.

"Good." He whimpers. Fucking whimpers. Holy shit, please give me strength.

"Y/N. Please. Just, please." I slow down a bit, pitying him.

"You have one minute." I face him, crossing my arms.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Ex then?" He shakes his head profusely.

"No. I don't even know her. She just came up to me and started getting all over me."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Please do. Because I swear on my life, Y/N, I would never do that to you."

"But you did. You did when you were talking shit about me to your friends. You did when you let her get all over you." He doesn't speak, and my throat goes dry.

"Exactly. So don't even fucking talk." I turn around and walk away, tears pooling my eyes. I can't believe him. I can't believe me.

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I stand next to Simone in front of the gate, tapping my foot against the gravel.

"What are we doing here again?" I ask, seeing Simone bite her lip in anxiety.

"We're waiting for-" Simone cuts herself off, shouting for Michèle. I walk towards the both of them.

"Michèle, it's been weeks. How long will you be mad?" I delay behind them, trying to give both girls privacy.

"How long have you been seeing my brother behind my back?" Oh. So they got together. I'm happy for Simone, though I already had an idea, but this was the moment she was dreading to come.

They get through the gate. "I wanted to tell you." Simone explains.

Michèle only glances at her. "You played me for a fool."

It's worrying to see both my closest friends argue because you don't know whether or not they'll recover and stay friends.

"It wasn't like that." Simone breaks my thoughts.

"Does he know about Alain?" Michèle says, seemingly angry if her brother did know.

"Of course not. I never told him anything you shared with me." Simone flushes. "If he knew anything, you'd have known about it." They stop walking. I keep my distance.

"I never said it was Jean Pierre, but the rest was true." Someone calls out for Michèle.

"I miss our talks." That was the last thing Simone said before Michèle got dragged away by some girls.

I walk up to Simone, smiling slightly.

"So..." I pause, looking up at her. "Jean Pierre?"

This gets her so smile a bit, red covering her cheeks.

"Yeah." She tucks her hair behind her ear, and I can't help but giggle at her antic.

"He was Eugène the whole time?" I question. She looks at me with even more red on her cheeks.

"I knew it." We both giggle in our girlish nature as we head inside the school.

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Two beeps are heard outside the gate of Voltaire, and I rush down the ramp. I accidentally bumped into someone, and I say a quick apology. I glance behind me, having to do a double take at the one-eyed boy. I look away quickly, walking to Callum's car.

"Pretty girl." Callum hands me a bouquet of pink tulips, and I smile at the sight of it, forgetting about Joseph for a second. Just a second.

"Where are we headed?" I ask, thanking Callum for opening the passenger's door for me.

"The beach. There's a car meet I was invited to take some photos of. Do you mind?" He opens up the roof, letting the wind outside and the heat hit us.

"No. Don't mind at all. Let's get going." He smiles at me simply, and I fail to notice some things he brought on the back of his car.

The drive to the beach was comfortably quiet, wind messing our hair up, the smell of salt and soil filling our senses.

From up the hill, I see the mounds of cars on the white sand below. I smile at the sight, ready for Callum's lovely rambling of all the different cars.

Callum once again opens my door for me, even rolling on the hood of the car for comedic action. It works, and I laugh at him. All he does is smile, offering his hand out for support.

The rest of the afternoon was spent taking photos of the cars, some of which he asked me to model for him again. I did so, adding some fun with the comfortable aura that surrounded both of us.

We moved the car to an area further from the meet, deciding to go out for a swim. I unfortunately wasn't ready for the trip, not bringing any swimwear, so Callum wastes no time to go to the shops behind us, telling me to get a new pair. He even paid for it, then waited for me to come out.

In Callum fashion, we took more pictures. We went for a swim, him wearing no top and just a pair of shorts. It didn't feel awkward around him. It felt so natural, like I'd known him longer than I do.

So when we finished playing in the salty water, and the sun was setting, we settled down on the mat to watch it.

"Y/N?" I turn my head to him, humming in response.

I see him fidget with his fingers. "I've known you for a while now, and in the time I've known you, it's been the best time of my life."

I get a sense of anxiety in him, so I grab his hand, and it feels familiar to a moment I shared with someone else. I push that thought down.

"Callum, talk to me. Is there something wrong?" He looks up at me, adoration in his brown doe eyes. I've seen that look before. Suddenly the smell of the ocean is suffocating me.

"Y/N, I love you. Nothing will ever change that." I breathe in a shaky breath. "I love that you care and that you're just effortlessly an amazing person." Tears pool under his eyes, and I cup his cheeks as they fall, wiping them away. He cups that hand with his.

"You're amazing, and I would never wanna lose you. I don't want to let you go." He pauses, and I await his next words. "But I have to."

I furrow my brows, wondering what he meant. I nod at him to go on.

"You love him. It's so clear that I'm surprised you don't even know it." My mind blanks.

"And it's completely fine. You don't have to worry about me, because if you'll let me, I'll stay, and I'll love you while you love him." He sniffles, and my heart breaks for him.

The sky is orange, with pinks and blues popping out through some clouds. The ocean waves crash against the white sand, foam popping as it loops back. I can hear our hearts beating, our breaths shaking, and our skin grasping at the other.

"Callum, please don't hate me." He chuckles, kissing the inside of my hand.

"I could never hate you, pretty girl." Tears seep out of my eyes as it did his, and he hushes me, pulling me in his bare chest, caressing my back as I sob apologies to him.

It goes on for a while, and we sit there, the sun gone, cars revving in the distance, waves crashing, seagulls squawking, the moon shining on our bodies, and tears as salty as the sea.

When we pull away, he cups my face and stares. He stares at me with a smile, his broken heart still beating. And I look at him like he's a saint. And he is.

We don't talk on the way home, still a comfortable silence between us. As we stop walking infront of my flat, he says something to break the long silence.

"Still up for tomorrow?" I nod. I had told him this morning that I had some errands to run. He agreed to take me around town. I'm glad he still wants to come through.

Before he walks away and disappears around the corner, I call out for him. He turns around, hand in his pockets.

"You know I love you too, right?" He smiles that sweet smile. I can't help but do the same. He walks back to me slowly, cupping my cheek like he did in the beach.

"I know." He whispers, leaning in to kiss my forehead, lingering. He pulls away, still smiling, and walks away for good.

I get in my flat, closing the door and looking at George.

"I don't wanna talk about it." He meows. I lift him up to go cuddle in my room.

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The next day goes through smoothly. Callum picks me up at the end of the day. We stopped by my flat first, and I picked George up, deciding to finally take him out of the house.

The first stop was the pharmacy, and the person I've been dreading to see was there. I asked Callum if he needed anything, and all he does is shake his head. I open the door with George in hand, standing eye to eye with the taller boy.

"Descamps." I say in greeting. He's heaving, eye scanning my frame like he always does. I purse my lips, greeting the pharmacist. The pharmacist greets George, seeing I've brought him around from time to time. George was basically a regular here.

"Pardine." He greets, but his voice shivers. I almost ask him what's wrong, 'till I remember.

George wriggles out of my arms and into his. He loses his balance a bit, regaining it as he holds George like a baby, like he did before. Fuck, I miss him.

"Hello, George." He smiles softly at the cat, and I can't help but melt internally. I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. He's holding him so gently, and my heart pound in my chest. Hard.

I grab my things from the pharmacist, thanking them quietly before trying to get George. He growls at me, and I stare at him in shock. Joseph looks up at me. When I look at him, I don't look away immediately.

"I can take him to your car." He says in an almost whisper, turning his head down. He's so shy, and I just want to hold him.

Before we could get out, Michèle goes through the door of the pharmacy. I smile at her gently, greeting her a hi. She greets me back. I wait for her, wlaking with her outside.

"Laubrac, what a surprise." She says, and I roll my eyes at her. She looks at me sheepishly, making a pointed look at Joseph. I understand the sign.

"Did you plan to meet here?" I wave at Laubrac, and he smiles, cigarette in between his fingers.

"What are you doing here?" Joseph asks Laubrac as he eyes the boy up and down, the shy demeanourhe had with me long gone. George is still in hand, but now he carries him with one arm.

"My parents' butcher shop isn't far." Michèle cuts in. "I have to go, or my mom will kill me. See you at school." She bids off to the three of us.

"Aren't you working with your chickens today?" Joseph asks Laubrac, and I glare at his rudeness. He doesn't notice.

"Even farmhands get time off." Laubrac answers simply. There's a pause.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Laubrac walks off now, leaving me and Joseph infront of the alley.

"Let's just go." I walk to Callum, seeing him smoking a cigarette in the car, window opened slightly. He spots the two of us and unlocks the door. Joseph's quick to open it for me, and I just look at him, flushing at the gesture.

"Thanks." I whisper, ducking my head to get seated. Joseph crouches down, kissing George's head, and placing him on my lap.

"Joseph. Long time no see." Callum raises a hand in greeting, throwing the dead cigarette out his open window.

"Callum. Saw you pick her up yesterday. Where were you guys headed?" Joseph raises a brow, some sort of annoyance in his voice.

"Took her to the beach to a car meet. Did some swimming, she learnt something about me, and I told her something about herself." Callum puts simply.

Joseph doesn't like his answer. "Told her something about herself, huh?"

Callum notices his tone and chuckles. "Yeah. Something she needed to set straight. You know, something she knows deep down, but she's not doing anything about it." Joseph's gripping hard on the door handle, his knuckles going white.

"And what would that be?" Callum smiles at him.

"Can't tell you. Only she can. Actually, you can probably help her out with it. I'm sure you're feeling the same way she does." That's when I whip my head to face the boy, face as red as a ferrari, heart beating faster than a race car. Sorry, Callum's rambling is affecting me.

"Yeah? What's she feeling? I doubt that it's anything bad, considering that's not how I feel about her." Joseph looks at me, leaning against his now crossed arms in the window shield. With both boys' attention on me, my breathing hollows.

"It's nothing. Bye, Descamps." Callum chuckles, getting the car to start, then beeping it at Joseph as a goodbye. Once we're far away enough, I hit Callum on the shoulder.

"What was that for?" I scream out, embarrassment flooding off of me. Callum won't stop laughing.

"Oh, come on. You two knuckleheads should just get together! You're so obviously in love." I groan, covering my face with my hands. George meows at me.

"I can't believe you, Callum."

"Plus, summer's in a few. You're gonna have to tell him before you leave." Shit. Summer. Paris. I haven't told him yet.

"Fuck. I hate that you're right." I think for a while. "But we're still on bad terms!"

"You just want to be on bad terms because you don't wanna confront him about it. I can see, very clearly, actually, how much you guys want to be together."

His response makes the gears in my head turn. He's right, I admit it. But how do I tell him? When? Where?

Then I remember the girl, and he'll probably forget about me before I even leave. He won't notice that I'm gone.

So, now that I think about it, it won't be so hard. So why can't I bring myself to be relieved? As if I want it to be hard. For him to beg for me not to leave. Not to go. Not to move.

Because if I do, I'll forget about him. But I could never forget him, no matter how hard I try. Because he's Joseph Descamps, the boy who I love too much for my own good. The boy with one eye. The boy I think about when looking at the future. The boy that will always stay in my mind, heart, and soul.

It'll be easy. If not for me, for him. He'll fall in love with some girl, marry her, live with her, have a family with her, grow old with her. Then I'll just be there, thinking about him day and night, counting the endless possibilities and what ifs.

And if I had just realised earlier, told him earlier, loved him earlier, then maybe, just maybe, I'd be happy.

That's not the case. Not now, not ever. And I'll have to live with that 'till the day I die, with him in mind.

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There was a test that morning. Laubrac came in late. We finished the test. The day ends. It was simple. Quiet. But, chaos came in an errand again.

Joseph walks into the butchers, and I internally gape at the sight of him. He's so, so beautiful. I think I might cry. I can't even describe how beautiful he looks right now. I wish I could kiss that patch again. Cup his face with my hands again. Brush his hair, hold his hand, and feel his lips on mine.

The store is quiet, and customers look at the walking image of beauty, including Michèle's mother. She calls out for her husband.

I just stare at Joseph. He doesn't notice I'm there, fully focused on the couple.

"I hear the Magnan's like to sleep with foreigners and thugs." I furrow my eyebrows, frustrated at the juncture.

"You're the only thug here." I keep my eyes on Joseph, trying to figure out his next move.

"The thug is that foster kid sleeping with your fifteen year old daughter." Joseph answers. I purse my lips disappointedly.

"You didn't know?" He says, acting all innocent. "I'm sorry, but it's true. Your son's too busy fooling around with a foreign girl to warn you."

What the actual fuck. What's gotten into him?

"Get out!" Mrs. Magnan says. "It's all lies. Lies!"

He chuckles, and why the fuck is it so attractive?

"Really? If it was, you wouldn't be so upset."

He has a point there, but it's still an asshole thing to do.

"You little shit." Mr. Magnan mumbles.

"Say hi to Jean Pierre for me."

"I'll teach you a lesson!" Mr. Magnan shouts as he walks to the exit, but I beat him to it.

I walk up hurriedly to Joseph, pulling at his shoulder to face me.

"What the fuck was that?" I shout, anger pounding jn my veins.

"It's true, and you know it. Why are you so angry?" He says as if it's simple.

"They're my friends, Joseph! Why the fuck wouldn't i be upset about it?" I push his chest.

"Back to first name basis, Y/N? Go back to your boyfriend and talk about those feelings of yours." This makes my hear shatter against my chest.

"For the last time, he isn't my boyfriend."

"Why does it seem that way, huh? Do you like leading people on? Should've known. Went through it anyway!" He starts to walk away.

"You go back to your girlfriend, asshole!" He turns around and flips me off.

I fight the urge not to just sob in the middle of the street. Unbeknownst to me, he feels the same, too.

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I received a call in the house as soon as I get home. I pick it up, wiping the tears on my cheeks.

"Hello?" I try to hide the shake in my voice.

"Y/N, darling? This is Mrs. Descamps." Shit. Worst timing.

"Oh, good afternoon, ma'am. Is there something wrong?" I ask, worry etching my voice.

"Well, I meant to ask if you were still coming tonight. But there's also something else I wanna talk about." I furrow my brows, sniffling a bit.

"Um, sure, I'll still go." I shut my eyes in regret. I should've said no. "What is it you want to talk about?"

"Well, Joseph came home a bit gloomy. He hasn't come out of his room, and whenever I ask him what's wrong, he just tells me off. I'm worried, you know, as a mother is, and I was wondering if anything happened at school." My heart aches for the woman.

"Well, to be honest, ma'am, I think it's better if you ask him. I don't want to say anything I'm not supposed to."

"Oh, well, that's alright." There's a lace of disappointment in her voice. "Well, I'll see you later, darling. Come by 7 or later." We bid each other goodbye and hang up.

I put my pearl necklace on, the item in contrast with my red dress. It's quite formal, but that's what you wear for dinner, right? There's a semi-big bow on the back, wrapped around my waist like a present.

Time passes as I get ready. The whole time, my heart pounded in my chest. I'd have to see him again. Talk to him. And after that argument.

So when I arrive and knock on the door, and Joseph answers, my heart stops its beating.

Thankfully, Mrs. Descamps ushers me in her home once again, and we're at the dinner table, eating silently. Well, just Mrs. Descamps really. Me and Joseph don't touch our food, keeping our head down.

"Something wrong with the food, children?" Mrs. Descamps says, and I'm quick to dismiss the idea, not wanting her to feel down about it.

"There's nothing wrong with the food, ma'am. I just... I ate a bit before coming here." I take a hold of her hand, reassuring her.

"Oh, that makes sense." She grabs her sons hand. "What about you, my angel? You haven't eaten anything when you got home."

I glance at him in worry, his eye catching me. We put our heads down at the same time.

"Just no appetite, Mama." He purses his lips at her.

"I hope you're not mad about earlier. I won't make you get the glass eye anymore." She looks at me again, a mischievous smile on her face. "At least Y/N here thinks you're beautiful." I flush at the mention of the incident, wanting the ground to swallow me whole.

"Good. That's the only opinion that matters." He whispers to himself, but I heard it clear.

"So," Mrs. Descamps drops both our hands and gets back to eating. I start on my plate, too. "Is there something you two want to tell me?"

I blush profusely. "What do you mean, Mrs. Descamps?"

"Well, there's obviously something between you two." Mrs. Descamps shrugs. Joseph calls his mother out, and I flush even more in my seat.

"Okay, just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't know what love looks like. Me and your father-"

"Mama, please stop." Joseph groans through his hands, Mrs. Descamps laughing at her son.

"Okay, fine. I'll talk to you later." Mrs. Descamps winks at her child, then suddenly, the air isn't so suffocating anymore.

When dinner ends, Mrs. Descamps makes Joseph walk me out. We're outside their house now.

"She doesn't know about your girlfriend?" I put simply, not letting him know my heart is in shambles. He rolls his eye at me, and I have a feeling it'll make his head ache soon.

"She's not my girlfriend." I hear feet pattering against the dark cobble stone street. I turn my head, and there she was. The girl we were just talking about.

"Well, she doesn't think that." I observe her nice puffy dress, jewellery shining from the moonlight, her hair done up. She even has a bit of makeup on. I smile at her, turning back to Joseph, but not looking in his eyes.

"I called her to meet here." Joseph states, and I chuckle. He seems to have gotten what it was I was chuckling about. Tears rim my eyes in frustration.

"It's not what it seems like-" I quickly cut him off, passing by the girl in a hurry.

I hear him call out my name, and I almost trip at the desperation of it. He's always giving off the idea that he wants me, but in the end, I realise I'm in a loophole and I'm finally aware I've been a fool.

I hate Joseph. I hate his toothy smile. I hate his messy ash hair. I hate his towering frame. I hate the dirt colour eyes he has. I hate the way he walks fast with his long legs.

Fuck. Why does it always end like this? I always say I hate him, then I don't, then, like a loop, I do. When will it end? When will I finally decide how I feel?

For now, it's all his fault. It's his fault for making me feel this way. His fault for being so pretty it hurts. His fault for being so... so... Fuck.

Just plain fuck.

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End- Chapter seven: Salvatore

Next- Chapter eight: Joseph, Joseph, Joseph

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DONE W THIS CHAPTER AND ONLY 3 MORE CHAPTERS TO GO!!! We've come so far and my heart hurts for the both of them but it's part of the process. To all the Callum haters, I told u guys u would regret hating on him. We love Callum and I don't accept the hate. So guys love him pls he needs it. Anwww happy reading (not so happy this chapter is pure angst)

#joseph descamps #joseph descamps x reader #mixte1963 #michèle magnan #simone palladino #jean pierre magnan #alain laubrac #enemies to lovers #fanfic #reader insert #angst #cars #salvatore #lana del rey #one sided love #rejection

[willow-wispe]

Fair Deal (Yuri Briar x Fem OC)

He hated her soft honey blonde hair. He hated her innocent greyish blue eyes. He hated her gentle smiles. He hated the fact that her sister liked her very much. He hated the fact that he fell hard for her at the first sight. How cruel of her to flash him her gentle smiles, to laugh so innocently at his jokes, to always look so angelic without even a bit of effort, to take the place in his heart he thought only his sister would have.

All this ruckus started when he went to the Forger household for the first time, after knowing that his sister is married for a year and didn't even tell him. (Referring to episode 8). Apparently Loidie Loid also had a sibling, well a sister, of his age. Yor met her before that night and wouldn't stop talking about how adorable she is, and how she reminds her of him (Yuri). Yuri didn't really thought much of that. But then his sister called him to help Anya with her studies. Happier than ever, he skipped happily towards the forger household mainly to meet his sister. Reaching the door and ringing the bell, while expecting to see his sister, he got the biggest surprise of his life. Innocent grey-blue eyes, shoulder length honey blonde hair, the angelic greeted him as he froze on the spot. How can someone be so beautiful? Apparently, Loid also called his sister to teach Anya math, because he knew that she would be able to teach her in a way that Anya would understand. While Anya solved the problems that Lillith (I thought why not give her a name similar to Loid, as Yuri and Yor look alike while having similar names. You can change the name according to your wish though), Yuri talked to her. He wanted to be rude like he was to Loid, showing her that he didn't liked her a bit. Oh how miserably he failed, but can you blame him? So innocent and sweet, anyone would like her in an instant. It's not his fault that he talked to her about her interests, hobbies and job, soaking every little detail in his mind. No, it wasn't his fault.

This didn't stopped their. Lillith was Loid's sister, so of course she would be invited to the family events of Forgers that he was invited to. Soon he found himself bring 2 flower bouquets instead of one, a big, full of roses for Yor, and a smaller one, with Variegated Tulips (search it's symbolism) for Lillith, because why not?

All these small bits of kinds and affection didn't escaped Yor eyes. Oh my oh my, Yor became the biggest shipper and wing woman for Yuri after this. Yuri, on the other hand, finally accepted his feelings, because Yor can't be wrong, can she? Loid fell in love with his (Yuri's) sister and married her, wouldn't it be fair if Yuri does the same? Lillith is naive, so wouldn't Loid want someone for his sister who he knows and is also a good person? She's always happy whenever he (Yuri) is around, so it wouldn't be bad if he decides that she is the one for him and he is the one for her, right? It's a fair deal in his eyes...

#yuri briar #yor forger #spy x family #yuri briar x reader #spy family #loid forger #oneshot #spyxfamily oneshot

[zerobaseonefics]

i'll take you on a date ㅡ lee jeonghyeon

lee jeonghyeon x gn!reader

genre : fluff

warnings : lee jeonghyeon (yes), mention of jeonghyeon's ass ( @yunacoeur ) 🤷🏽‍♀️

note : for the anon for requested first kiss with lee jeonghyeon....... like 2 weeks ago 💀 hope you're still here dear

lee jeonghyeon looked like a kdrama main lead. sat alone, in a corner of the college's library where students were rare, the boy was peacefully studying. the sunlight hit just right on his pretty face as his hands wrote something on his notebook. a calm and relaxing view, that you soon enough crashed by sitting next to him with a smile that meant no good.

"remember when you thought i'd fail the test so you said you'd kiss me if i ever succeed."

jeonghyeon froze. you weren't suppose to remember that, it was literally weeks ago.

"i don't remember", he simply muttered, going back to his homework without even glancing to you. he haven't see your face but he knew you had a cheeky smile plastered to your face.

anyone could tell lee jeonghyeon had a crush on you. it was just obvious. but you were not any better so at least you two were in the same place. when i say 'anyone' could tell, it means you both felt that you liked each other. things between you two never really evolved for two reasons : he was a pussy and you just thought he was like this with everyone naturally. so there was this part of doubt, this little voice in your head telling you that you might be mistaken and that your feelings were not mutuals.

jeonghyeon is a grown ass man. people naturally fell for his charms, without him even trying, even though many people believed he was flirting with them. they were absolutly wrong, he was just a very charming person. these people didn't know that despite jeonghyeon being grown, he had the flirting ability of a middle schooler. he likes you? fine, he's gonna hurl barbs at you and hope you figure he's joking and sleeps thinking about you because he's in love. yes, at his prehistoric age. hopefully, you understood his intentions, and you returned his actions. that's how your relationship with jeonghyeon was : playful with a pint of rivalry.

"there's no way you'll have a good mark on the test if you can't get a single answer right during the practice'' jeonghyeon snickered, sitting next to you as you compared your answer to the correction sheet of the maths exercices. you knew he was right, you couldn't understand a thing from this chapter. still, you furrowed your eyebrows.

"what makes you th- forget it, i don't talk. i'll just show you during the test."

"yeah, don't talk, you'll end up lying..."

"wanna bet?"

the look you gave him that day was full of assurance. jeonghyeon shrugged.

"i'd even get my ass cut in two if you get an A." he simply stated.

"isn't it already the case... like any normal butt..."

"that's not our subject."

"well. i don't care about your ass being cut in two if i get an A so..."

a silence appeared as you both looked for something you'd like to get if they other failed the bet. absent-mindedly, your eyes wandered on jeonghyeon's lips for a bit too long, making his cheeks warming up. he cough awkwardly, trying to regain his composure. you saw that as an opportunity to hit on him. the thing is, jeonghyeon flirts like a 13 years old, and you're.... just blunt. very blunt.

"i really want to kiss you right now."

"ew."

that's what i said : very blunt and a 13 years old. his answer lighted up a little bulb in your head, as your lips formed a smirk.

"you know what? if i get an A, i get to kiss you." you stated like it was nothing to you when his heart was beating like crazy.

"a kiss? sounds right. there's no way you're getting an A anyways so..."

boom. the paper you just smacked softly put down on his table was your test sheet, adorned by a huge red mark. an A. jeonghyeon's eyes went round.

"you got..." he started, "an A" you finished.

"there's no way", he said in a quiet voice due to the place you two were at.

"the evidence is right in front of you."

hesitantly, jeonghyeon took the paper in his hands. he analyzed it, his eyes always goinf back to look at the A written in big, like it was gonna disappear if he looked at it again.

"are you scared of kissing me?" you interrupted.

"shut up."

jokingly, you exagerrated a pout, your face getting closer to his to hint that you were waiting for you kiss. with two fingers, jeonghyeon slapped your lips away from him. "ouch" you said, overreacting.

"we're in a library", he said, and you didn't know if it said that because you got to loud, or because he wouldn't kiss you there. maybe he just wouldn't kiss you at all. maybe you were one of these delusional people that thought once that he was flirting with them.

soon enough, your simple joke got to you, and you fell in your own trap. now, you were the one overthinking and asking yourself if you were mistaken about jeonghyeon's feelings for you. your elbow on the table, your head went to rest on your hand, looking at the window. jeonghyeon's eyes went to look at you. now, it was your face that was hit perfectly by the sun. did you got more good looking? he could swear you were not that beautiful yesterday. but that's just what he think of you every two days of the week.

he sighed. should he take this chance? maybe you weren't just joking around... you seemed pretty upset that he wouldn't keep his word.

jeonghyeon looked around. no one was there. maybe it was destiny. maybe the stars have aligned for him to sit in a corner where no one was around. he would have been too shy to even think of kissing you in a crowded place. but there was no one... and the way your cheek looked soft on your hand made him want to touch your face himself. he could imagine himself cupping your face while kissing here, in front of the window, in that empty spot of the university's library.

so he did. when he think back to that moment, jeonghyeon acted unconsciously. he gently took away the hand that was holding your chin to replace it with his own, as he made your face turn towards him. you didn't have time to proceed his touch on your cheek because soon enough, his lips brushed against yours. he waited for a sign of rejection from you to know if he should finally kiss you. there was none. you felt like you waited for years for his lips to finally capture yours, and it was taken away from you way too fast.

"oh my god! you're not doing this in there, kids! get out if you're not studying!" the voice of the librarian made you both jump away from each other. you cough to hide your awkwardness, quickly apologizing. you quickly grabbed the A you were proudly flexing minutes ago, took your bag and ran away.

"w-wait! y/n?"

you stopped in your tracks, turning to look back at jeonghyeon.

"can you do 5? i'll take you on a date."

#zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #boys planet trainees #lee jeonghyeon

[tycarstairs]

ok i need to talk about alastair for a (long) moment bc i love him.

this got a lot longer than i expected it to btw so ig it’s just for the alastair stans bc it’s basically just a character study lmao

first of all, there’s obviously this:

“I wanted you to have a childhood, a thing I never had. I wanted you to be able to love and respect your father as I never could. Every time he made a mess, who do you think had to clean it up? Who told you Father was ill or sleeping when he was drunk? Who went out and fetched him when he passed out in a gin palace and smuggled him in through the back door? Who learned at ten years old to refill the brandy bottles with water each morning so no one would notice the levels had sunk—?”

like he put so much energy into making sure cordelia could grow up loving and adoring her father in a way he was never able to. from age ten he was hiding his father’s alcoholism, even before he started at the academy.

“Alastair never acknowledging any of it, laughing it off, turning her attention in some other direction, always, so she did not dwell. So she would not have to.”

and then he got to the academy and had bullying and beatings added on top of all that.

“They … let’s just say that by the end of the first week, I had been made to understand my place in the hierarchy, and I had the bruises to remind me should I ever forget.”

like… does this excuse bullying? no, it doesn’t, but it does explain it, especially after he had taken all that for a year:

“After about a year of being knocked around,” Alastair went on, “I realized I could either become one of the bullies, or suffer for the rest of my school days.”

and as he says himself no, he didn’t beat anyone, didn’t get his hands bloody, but yes, he was a bully to save himself from the beatings.

and again, this does not excuse the bullying because of course that’s still bad. i just feel like a lot of people really fucking underestimate how much growing up with an alcoholic parent can affect you. especially when 1) you actually know about it, and 2) you’re the one who has to deal with it from age ten, and 3) they verbally attack you when they’re drunk (as we also saw when elias talked to james)

and then we get to this:

“Then you lot arrived, a bunch of boys from famous families, too well brought up to understand at first what went on far from home. Expecting the world would embrace you. That you would be treated well. As I never had been.” Alastair pushed back a lock of hair with a shaking hand. “I suppose I hated you because you were happy. Because you had each other—friends you could like and admire—and I had nothing like that. You had parents who loved each other.”

and does this excuse the way he treated them? again, no. but once again, it does explain it. alastair had dealt with so damn much since he was a kid so of course he’s gonna feel jealousy. alastair isn’t white, he’s never been able to go anywhere and expected that the world would embrace him as he put it, so that’s yet another thing he was more than likely jealous about.

and he knows what he did was wrong. he knows there’s no excuse, he knows they would all be well within their right to hate him for the rest of their lives if they wanted to, and i feel like so many people forget that?? alastair never expected to be forgiven for any of this.

and then we get to his sexuality and charles.

if i did the math right, alastair would’ve been either 16 or freshly 17 when he started dating a 23-year-old charles and to quote cc:

“it was a bad and unhealthy relationship, and i think the age gap is part of that.”

anyway, there’s one quote i’ve had in my mind ever since chog, and it’s when alastair asks charles, “If this is not what you came for, then why are you here?”

this implies that charles is only ever there for one thing. like, alastair is in love with this man and he wants to show that but charles isn’t letting him.

not to mention that charles is also dismissing alastair’s wishes:

“And I thought that you would agree to marry too.”

“That I would marry?” Alastair sprang to his feet. “I have told you over and over, Charles, even if I did not have you, I would never marry some poor woman and deceive her as to my love and regard.”

alastair having to tell charles over and over again that he’s not marrying a woman and charles still assuming that he will like… sir 🤨 he said no 🤨

anyway. then there’s to how he felt about his sexuality:

“Father’s weakness is not your weakness.”

The fire in the grate had nearly burned down. Alastair’s eyes were luminous in the dark. “I have my own weaknesses, as you well know.”

and after this when cordelia tells him that love isn’t a weakness, he responds with “isn’t it?”

like this man is comparing his own sexuality to the way his father treated him. you cannot tell me he was always okay with being gay because he so clearly was not, especially not with charles trying to keep him hidden and trying to make him marry a woman.

and after elias dies:

“I can’t mourn,” he said in a choked voice. “I cannot mourn my own father. What does that say about me?”

his relationship with his father was so ruined to the point where he couldn’t mourn him because he wasn’t able to love him in the way cordelia was, likely because he mourned his father already when he was 10.

and there’s also some of cordelia’s observations in choi:

Some months ago Cordelia had learned the emotional cost of Alastair’s interventions, the invisible scars he worked so diligently to conceal.”

the emotional costs being this:

“She knew Alastair was not always like this—she knew he could be kind, sweet, vulnerable even. She knew her father had broken his son’s heart a dozen different ways, and Alastair was doing the best he could with the pieces.”

like. elias has been breaking alastair’s heart over and over basically in every possible way since he was at least 10 so he’s really just doing what he can to stitch himself together at this point, the exact reason he put up walls.

“But it didn’t help for Alastair to behave like this, to retreat behind a cold facade as cutting as glass.

The way James retreated behind the Mask.”

alastair is basically just one big defense mechanism.

we also have thomas’ observations about alastair:

“There was only one other person Thomas had known with eyes like that. Not golden eyes, but dark, and so sad—he had always been drawn to that dichotomy, he thought, of the cruelty of Alastair’s words, and the sadness with which he said them. Sorrowful eyes and a vicious tongue. Tell me, he had always wanted to say, what broke your heart, and let such bitterness spill out?”

the answer to his question: elias.

elias broke alastair’s heart and left him to respond to everything with defense mechanisms.

alastair is such a complex character and he’s also one of my absolute favorites because of that. his relationship with his father is so realistic, and him distancing himself from everyone else because of his father is also so realistic. i just love this character with my whole heart ok

this is so long but istg i could write a whole essay about this man and ykw? maybe i will.

#putting my english degree to good use once again #when people ask me in the future ‘so what do u do with your english degree?’ #i will simply say ‘i write long ass tumblr posts about my fav characters’ #alastair carstairs #cordelia carstairs #elias carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #the last hours #tlh #shadowhunters #chain of gold #chain of iron #chain of thorns

[wisteriagoesvroom]

highlights from ruth buscombe's podcast interview (or, views from a strategist baddie on the track)

listened to the ruth buscombe - the former ferrari, haas and sauber strategist - pitstop podcast over lunch and intended to make only a few notes, but she’s so sharp and funny that i ended up scribbling loads. anyway, enjoy:

ruth’s on gardening leave atm (hasn’t said where she’s going yet. peep the quadrant hoodie tho...). they have long gardening leave because strategists and engineers have so much proprietary info on the cars, they’re usually allowed at least a year to wait it out so they don’t (in theory) bring the intel with them

ruth worked with the FIA to build and simulate where the DRS zones should be because DRS used to be a free for all across the whole track. crazy to imagine huh

on planning for a race vs being reactive: if other teams make a “wrong” strategy in a race or something unexpected like change their number of pitstops, you’d have to be fluid in responding to that or it fucks your race too. she used daniel in shanghai (?) one year as an example

ruth was with seb for his first ferrari win!! legend. there were a number of personnel changes when he arrived and then she was “left holding the strategy baby [for that race] and i was like — okay!” lol. “this was after 2014 a winless season and you don’t want that because you bring shame upon the whole of italy”. aksjsksks.

kinda wild tho. ruth called for the two stop in sepang that resulted in seb’s race win and was 25 when this happened. making the calls like that is so impressive

on vegas: the maths of poker is the same as the maths of strategy (what!!!!! incredible)

she worked with charles and says he’s a very genuine guy, and very talented obviously

they ask her about the lewis ferrari signing and she drops the lore that lewis had actually been in talks with them ages ago, before the merc era. “maybe this [urge] has always been there”.

she was a DIEHARD mclaren fan and went to the ferrari job interview as practice but ended up saying yes to ferrari 💀💀 “ferrari carbed and ice creamed their way to my heart. and they showed me the factory bits you don’t normally see” she’s so real. “i went to ferrari for the interview and then mclaren. like the old grey mclaren not the cool one now. people thought something was wrong with me cus i grew up loving mclaren and then i was going to work at ferrari” AHHAHAKSKSKKSKS

kind of hilariously, she gets motion sickness from watching and monitoring the sim side of the engineering, which is kinda why she switched to the strategy side. the switch happened after one of the races with nando and massa, she proposed unsealing a gearbox on one of the cars, a legal thing, and it got the team a good result so that was history

she thinks max will win based on pace advantage this year cus of the braking evolution this year

2026 is gonna be a huge change in the reg cus of the power unit

all the sacrifice is for race day because it’s such a punishing career travel and time-wise. “if you do not see pressure as a privilege this is probably not the job for you”

on diversity: there’s a study from before liberty media’s takeover that said “the average f1 fan is a 53 year old white male blue collar worker who lived in coventry”. and now there’s a much wider range of fans. and also directly references lewis’s mission 44 as helping to broaden reach.

“drivers are like children. you cannot say who’s your favourite child otherwise you cause like, years of therapy. even if you like one child better than the other you should never say” HELP HAHAH

she troubleshooted a (sauber?) race during one of her first races, there was nothing was loading on the pit wall screens. she’s furiously checking the backend. lights out and they had no numbers. then “the lord sent me an aborted start”. turns out it was a timezone setting issue in the computers. crazy stuff. they ended up going from the back to p6 (!!)

on joining the career ladder as a strategist: there is no strategy school so it’s about learning skills you need to do the job. e.g. doing a maths or computing degree etc. she did the formula student challenge when they build a f1 car

random but: “the first time ross brawn sent me an email i printed it out. best. day. of my life.” 😂

on strategy calls and being able to adapt for different tracks: “as a strategist you do not want to be a one trick pony. you want like. a whole field of ponies”

(the end. loved her perspective. hope we get more in the future!! the whole thing is 100% worth listening to if you have the time.)

#women in motorsport #ruth buscombe #f1 #f1blr

[billkaulitzwife]

I know u only have 1 post so far but i literally love ur writing 😭 <3 can u do headcanons for the gang and how they'd be if the curtis brothers had an 8 year old kid sister? how they'd all treat her and such and how she'd feel about everyone <3 thank u!

AWHH!! TYSM NON! i actually write a lot of short stories, add me on snap or disc and i can share them🫶🫶

The Curtis's 8 Year Old Kid Sister.

Ponyboy :

this man is amazing with kids, like he'd work at the daycare or something

He's always lookin out for his kid sister.

bullies?

they're dead. gone. obliterated.

she says she's got a crush?

soda, dal, johnny, and pony surround her like

OOOOOOOH WHO IS ITTTTT

i feel like she'd play soccer or track like pony

because he's her favourite.

when pony bleached his hair she didnt recognise him and she thought he died🥲

Pony would always comfort this kid

hed die for her

if she was in that fire, she'd be the first one outta there

Pony would stop studying just to comfort her about anything

"Pony?"

-immediately turns away from his work- "What's up, sis?"

Sodapop:

dress up. this man would sacrifice his dignity for this girl

"Sodaa! Let's play fairies!"

"Hell yeah, kid!" and Steve would stare at him like 🥲

Steve: damn. someone took my bitch.

Sodapop would be the exact same about bullies and crushes.

He'd make her TWO cakes for her birthday (he has a favourite sibling)

Soda is SO defensive of his sister

When Darry and Pony get to arguing, Soda is the sibling to calm her down and hush her back to sleep

Nightmares? This man will do anything to not have them happen. Cuddles, stories, ANYTHING

hes TOO GOOD with kids

hed let her put makeup on him and put him in a princess dress (i literally did this to my brother)

the moment she turns 16 is the moment he dies inside

he'd play sixteen candles (not in a romantic way ofc)

Darrel:

He tries not to get upset when she colours on the walls or gets into trouble at school

She once brought a blade to school for show anc tell and Darrel got in SO MUCH TROUBLE

He tries to get her to stay away from Keith and Dallas

Darry's the kinda brother to not stand for any shi goin on.

like he'd slay? SLAUGHTER. somebody for looking at his kid sister wrong

The moment S/N brings a boy home

he dies of a heart attack

OR

he has his blade out and ready😋

Anytime Dallas is around or running from the cops it's automatically

"Soda, keep S/N in the house."

Darry would sit on the floor colouring with her all because she didn't wanna be alone while Soda was at work and Pony at school (a sick day ykwim)

Dallas:

"Who's this?"

"I'm S/N who the hell are you?"

"ATTA GIRL" -highfive-

he'd teach this girl attitude.

obviously has a soft spot for this kid

the crushes "tell me. is he cute? nice? hot like me?"

"hes real cute like johnnycakes!"

johnnycakes: HUH😰

Dallas would tell this kid to stay away from cigs until she's about Pony's age.

Darry thinks hes a bad influence, but he teaches her a lot

When its raining hed sacrifice his jacket since STEVE DOESNT WANNA WEAR ONE

if he was babysitting and S/N had a nightmare, he'd let her hold his St. Christopher while hugging or sum

He tries to keep his smoking to a minimum, but.

its ol dally we're talkin about.😐

He isn't the best when it comes to kids, but he'd kill someone if they hurt his neice

"UNCLE DALLY!!"

"hey, kid!"

Johnny:

Loves S/N almost as much as he loves Pony

He'd protect her life with his, even if it meant gettin jumped again

He's quick to worry about her

"It's about S/N, Joh-"

"NOOOOOO"

"Shes failing math"

"Oh."

He's the sweetest little thing with her

He'd let her play with his hair and ask questions about his scar

When Johnny babysits, Pony, Darry, and Soda always come home to a slumped S/N resting on a slumped Johnny's chest

He keeps his smoking to a zero when around her.

Johnny always admires the way she's so outgoing with people around her

Like they're the black cat and golden retriever duo

"Uncle Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we colour? Or watch Mickey? Or read a story? Or-"

"Alright, alright."

If S/N ever ran away to the lot because the boys were all fighting, he'd be the one to comfort her and walk her home.

Water fights in summer.

Steve:

he treats this girl like she's his sister

Soda: steve thats my sister, where the hell are you going-

"OUR SISTER"

Like he'd be like "hold the light so I can fix this"

He'd play dress up with her and Soda and wonder how his life came to be

He'd be wearing fairy wings and a pink dress with makeup everywhere on his face

When he brings Evie around, she absolutely loves on S/N

Evie: what a pretty young lady!

"I'm eight"

"S/N, be nice-

"NO IAN KNOW THIS BI-"

"That's enough"

When he's babysitting it's always baking together and colouring on the floor (and the walls)

He teaches her how to do push-ups and sit-ups and basically, this girl can punch.

She once punched Dallas in the balls cuz Steve told her to

He limped for 3 days.

Two-bit :

Since he has a sister at home, he brings her over when he babysits

He makes sure S/N tries staying outta trouble, but when the Shepards are busy and so is the gang, Two would be drunk while watching her

He'd take her to the movies whenever a princess movie was playing

Two once accidentally took her to see a horror movie and he couldn't watch her for 2 months

Like

Darrel grounded him.

He's forgetful of a lot of stuff

"Hey, kid how old are you again?"

"I'M EIGHT JESUS CHRI-"

Dallas: it's perfect.😍

He loves S/N so damn much.

When his sister started growin up, he hung around S/N just to bring some of the youth back

Whenever there's a rumble between outfits, or greasers and socs in general, he'd most likely be voted to stay back and watch her

Him and her get in each other's faces about different colours and princesses

"SNOW WHITE"

"CINDERELLA"

THAT'S ALL!!! tysm for the request! hope you like them <33

addi asking the boys whos babysitting :))

#darry curtis #greasers #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #the outsiders 1983 #two bit mathews #dallas winston #dally winston #keith mathews #the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #matt dillon #c thomas howell #ralph macchio #emilio estevez #tom cruise #patrick swayze #rob lowe #curly shepard #tim shepard #johnnycakes #darrel curtis

[cotgar2]

if greed and ling and maybe some of the Other Characters went to high school present day what do you think theyd be like

Ok i’ve been saving this cuz every time I come across it, it takes a whole brainstorming session to think it out lmaoo

And although there is some art by Arakawa with a chunk of the characters in class, I got my own modern day American public school ideas >:)c

If anyone has any other ideas, please feel free to throw them at me! Or if you wanna hear my opinion about so-and-so that I didn’t do, go ahead! (I did have more but tumblr mobile doesn’t like too many paragraphs after read more, so I’ll leave it where it is). I’ll even take art ideas, high school aus are so fun imo…

Ok so first off the bat since greed and ling were mentioned

Ling: the kid who comes in late constantly cause he had to get a starbucks coffee before class. He rarely studies or pay attention, but does extremely well in classes anyways. He will show up in outfits either way too planned beforehand or literal pajamas. Also he has been known for being punished because of eating in class when asked not to several times.

Lan Fan: Honestly not much different from Ling behavior-wise. She will study and pay attention sometimes, but mostly just to fill Ling in on what he missed. She has also been asked not to eat in the middle of class and got punished for doing it repeatedly lol. She’ll show up with a coffee with Ling in the mornings, plus wear an outfit that kinda screams “don’t look at me the wrong way or I’ll fuck you up”. Actually, maybe she just radiates that energy period.

Together, Ling and Lan Fan have totally gotten into their own handful of trouble, to the point where Fu had to pick them up and scold them lmaoo

Greed: ….ok well I either gotta ommit the fact that he’s practially 200 or looks like he’s in his 20’s or 30’s or just.. older than highschool age. So.. uhh if he were actually valid for being in school.. he’d probably surprisingly try his absolute hardest to understand material but not get it at all. And never actually go in for help or anything. Just picturing him trying to figure out math homework is not… yeah that’s not gonna go well lmaoo. He’s got the drive to do really well, and tries! And that’s all that matters! (don’t look at his grades)

Ed: The kid that pulls up in punk stuff (can’t forget the foot-tall platforms), and doesn’t actually try in most of his classes. He’s a natural prodigy and knows it, taking advantage of it constantly. The only classes he pays attention in are his science classes, to which then he studies ahead of the class and knows the ins and outs of everything they talk about.

Al: Pulls up in the most cozy academia outfits, but does almost exactly the same as Ed; pays attention only in sciences. Also a natural prodigy, he doesn’t exactly pay attention in other classes, again just like Ed. I will say though, unlike Ed who would probably put the minimal amount of effort to get 100 on assignments, Al wouldn’t half-ass it and put full responses on stuff so it looks like he was fully engrossed. Doesn’t mean he is, but at least the teacher doesn’t know that.

Would like to also add that they have gotten in their own fair share of trouble, to which they then get an earful from both Winry and Pinako. They’re (and by that I mean Ed’s) probably most likely to get into a school fight with Al trying to stop it, but that means he gets involved too

Winry: Befriends most students and all of her teachers, or at least tries. She also immediately sniffs out the bullshit teachers too. (This one’s in reference to the school I went to that offered technology courses where you can do woodwork and learn engineering skills, but) she would often hang out after school in the technology rooms, crafting whatever her mind was thinking that day. She gets constantly teased by Ed, but that’s mostly because both him and Al have to sit with her for hours, waiting for her to be done so that Pinako can pick them all up from school.

(Mr.) Mustang: One of the chemistry teachers in the building. Mostly liked by the students, although everyone’s definitely off-put by how much he talks about his wife “Elizabeth” when sometimes on the phone (some kids suspect it’s Mrs. Hawkeye). He’s notoriously know for how fun his class is in certain units, most notably the combustion unit, where he does some.. flashy demos. Overall though, a teacher I wish I had lol

(Mrs.) Hawkeye: Surprisingly, one of the English teachers. She’s one of the “strictest” teachers, but that’s only seen by the kids who don’t try in her class. She actually makes for a very good teachers, keeping everything in order and making sure that there’s fun… every so often. But kids always feel welcomed by her warm smile, and she feels that every kid has the potential to do well in her class.

#hah well there goes 5 other paragraphs with characters that I wrote out :p #not my art #ask #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma school au #fun fact: I had made (as a joke) an old high school au #but instead of it being normal it was based off of disney high school movies #aka something’s wrong with the school and the main cast has to figure it out #I actually have an old drawing of Mei I posted that was from that au #but so some of these were curated from that old au I had a few years ago loll

[underoospeterparker]

hello, can i participate in your celebration? congrats on 300 followers!

🍩 i’m 5’2, 5’3 on a good day. on the skinny lean side, i like wearing tops that show off my neck and shoulders as well as fluffy things :) i have dark brown hair and eyes, pale olive skin, and i really like spicy and savoury food. i can’t succeed at any ball games, but i enjoy dance and working with animals. i’m quite introverted until i get adopted by an extrovert, and i really like physical touch and acts of service love languages. i love flowers especially pink roses and blue hydrangeas, and recently i’m into doing cool stuff like volunteering at an adoption centre and rock climbing with my friends. i tend to finish up my work way before the deadline, and i can’t do math. i’m recently swamped with work at school and trying my best to expand my circle even though i’m really shy at gatherings. oh and i really like the colour gold and pink even though i’m a silver girly.

thank you!

welcome to my 300 celebration! you are anon 1

i ship you with remus lupin!

a. your love languages- remus loves it when you give him gifts; it's definitely your love language for him. and you like physical touch, as well as words of affirmation:

you knocked on your boyfriend's door and was rewarded with a soft, "come in." "hi, rem," you smiled, closing the door behind you and jumping into his arms, gift bag set down on his bed. he was inside the covers, reading a book. the full moon was last night, he was still exhausted. remus returned your happy smile, murmuring, "i missed you. how was your day, baby?" you pulled away from him slightly, just enough for you to reach towards the bag you'd left on his blanket. "it was good," you responded, fumbling with the bag as a blush formed on your face. "i got you this. since you couldn't come to hogsmeade." remus's face brightened as you handed him the bag. he looked inside, surprised to find his favourite chocolates with a pretty pink bow tied to them. "aw, sweetheart," he pulled you in for a kiss. "thank you. i love you so much." you curled up to his side as he wrapped an arm around you, happy to be in his embrace. "you're welcome."

b. waking up with remus:

"good morning," he sighed, pulling you closer to his chest, if that was even remotely possible. today had been the first day in ages that the two of you had finally gotten a break and could spend the night together. while he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, he said, "how's my pretty girl doing today?" burying your head into his sweater to hide your blush, you mumbled something unintelligible. "what was that, sweetheart?" he asked, amused about how he could still make you shy after dating for so long. "use your words." "'m good," you said, slightly louder. "how'd you sleep?" with a huge smile on his face, remus responded, "better than i have in weeks."

c. remus helping you study:

"just don't get it, rem," you whined, starting to doodle on your page. "the calculations are so confusing." he pushed his chair closer to you and leaned over your work. "hey," he said, realising something. "you got that one correct!" "really?" your face brightened as you checked his notebook. "the answer's 47.5?" your boyfriend's face went blank. "47.5?" he murmured. "i thought you got 6.5," he murmured, flipping through his pages. "oops," he realised his mistake. "i read it wrong. sorry, sweetheart." you stared at him, glaring angrily before the two of you burst out laughing, clutching at each other to keep from falling off your chairs. "i'm really bad at this, aren't i?" you said, serious again. remus winced, reaching for your hand. "it's okay, honey," he said. "you're good at everything else."

#remus lupin fic #remus x you #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus fluff #remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fanfiction #300 celebration #300 followers #the marauders #marauders era #fluff

[trashystarker]

starker one shot - benefits

Title: Benefits Fandom: MCU Pairing: Starker (Peter Parker x Tony Stark) Rating: Explicit (Aged Up Peter - College AU - FWB - Explicit Sexual Content - Kissing - Anal Sex) Word Count: ~5,270 Prompt: Friends with Benefits (FWB)

Summary: Peter becomes very close friends with one of the grad students at school. 

A/N: Here’s my next contribution to the @starkerfestivals​ Summer Bingo event! Please enjoy! 

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“Parker - catch.” 

Holding his left hand up, Peter caught the flying object that was soaring his way, courtesy of the graduate student that was currently assisting this lab hour. He set the object down on the desk without bothering to look at it, his eyes glued to the notebook in front of him, as he was deep in his notes, trying to figure out why his experiment was consistently failing. Surely it was the experiment and not him. But, it was looking like it was his mistakes that kept happening. 

“Nice catch.” He startled, turning to look to his left, where the same person that had thrown the item at him was now standing. Peter Parker, a recent sophomore here at good old MIT, was taking classes far above what was expected of him at this stage in the game, and he was feeling it. This lab was intense. “You having issues with your experiments?” 

Words that were spoken with kindness, not teasing. He was always used to this assistant teasing the shit out of him. “Thanks, Tony.” He looked at the grad student - one Tony Stark, who was on his way to do brilliant things with his future. His father was already in the industry, changing the world at large, and as far as he knew, Tony was going to be doing the same. They ran in different circles on campus, but because their science department was so small, it was hard not to know just who Tony Stark was. “I think I’ve figured it out.” 

“Show me.” Tony got the ingredients to replicate the experiment. “Let’s do it together.” 

“I can do it on my own.” Peter tried not to sound annoyed, as he knew Tony was helping him. It didn’t help that Tony was wearing that nice cologne that Peter had tried to find out the name of, because it always smelled so good on him. Not now. He shook those thoughts out of his head, and stared at the items that Tony had set in front of him. “I’m sure there’s someone else you can bug right now besides me.” 

“Yeah, but I like bugging you, Parker.” Tony was teasing him again. Always teasing. “Look, if I’m giving you performance anxiety, I can leave.” 

His cheeks burst into flames, his face feeling flushed and hot all at once as Tony chose the wrong thing to say to him. “You’re not!” He managed to squeak out, feeling ridiculous for even acknowledging what Tony had just said. “I can do it just fine, thank you very much.” 

“Go on, then.” Tony leaned back on the stool he sat down on. “Show me.” 

Out of pure spite, Peter grabbed the materials and began to measure everything exact to how the experiment was supposed to go. He double checked his math, and put the final part of the experiment into action. Instead of it fizzing out, it did what it was supposed to, making Peter’s shoulders drop in relief that he’d finally gotten it to do what it was supposed to do. 

“Good job, kid.” Tony put his hand on his shoulder, and gave it a firm squeeze. “I knew you could do it.” 

“Thanks, Tony.” He grinned, feeling a bit better about everything. But then, he realized that Tony was touching him, and panic began to reignite inside of his own head. Shit! He laughed it off as Tony pulled his hand away. “Guess I did need someone to watch what I was doing besides myself.” 

“Usually winds up being the case.” Tony stepped around his lab table. “Listen - you busy tomorrow night?” 

“I don’t think so.” Peter knew for a fact that he was not busy. All he did was study, and he could use a night off. “Why?” 

“You should meet me at Naples for some pizza and beer.” 

The suggestion made his stomach roll. Was Tony asking him to hang out? Him?? “Uh, okay!” Peter said, feeling a bit lost. “What time?” 

“Let’s say six thirty. Good?” 

“Good.” Peter nodded. 

“Excellent. See you then, Parker.” Tony walked over to the next table, beginning to tease them in the same manner as Peter had just been teased. 

Peter wrote out his notes for his successful experiment, all the while his brain was screaming at him that he was going to be meeting the Tony Stark for dinner tomorrow night. It was probably going to be a group gathering, and would be nothing special. Peter reminded himself that Tony was very well known on campus, and pretty popular, considering he was a big science geek. 

But what if it wasn’t? What if he was going to be the only one there with Tony? 

He groaned, then shook his head. No, no. He’d be with a bunch of people. That was how it was going to be. And really, he was excited that someone was asking him to hang out. He was tired of sitting in his dormitory, doing little to nothing except for watching movies and sometimes playing on his roommate’s PS5. Getting out would be good for him. 

Or, it might kill him. Fifty fifty, either way. 

***

Peter walked into Naples the next night, and was shocked to find it extremely packed. And then he realized it was Friday - of course it was going to be packed. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in Cambridge, and this was one of the popular places to hang out on the weekends. He looked around and saw Tony was sitting at a hightop, looking like he was alone. Oh shit. 

Dodging both waiters and patrons, Peter snaked his way over to where Tony was sitting, and then tapped him on the shoulder from behind. “Hey, Tony!” He greeted, the smile on his lips hurting his face. “I’m not late, am I?” 

“You’re right on time, Mr. Parker.” Tony pointed to the seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us a pitcher of beer, a pizza, and some wings. You good with that?” 

“Sure.” Peter had no objections. “Wait, what kind of pizza?” He glanced at Tony, who had a smirk on his face that was doing a number on his heart. This was such a bad idea. 

Tony grabbed a pint glass, and poured Peter some beer. “If I say Hawaiian, are you going to leave me right now?” 

“Nah. Pineapple on pizza is okay with me.” Peter took the glass, his fingers brushing against Tony’s. “Is it just us tonight?” 

Peter took a sip of beer as Tony nodded his head. “Is that a problem?” 

“Not at all. Surprising.” Peter admitted, talking a bit louder as the music in the joint was really loud. “Figured you’d have a hot date or something.” 

Two hazel eyes stared at him. “Peter, you should know better than anyone that we can’t afford to have any sort of romantic connections in our lives. Not when there is important work to be done in the name of science.” 

“R-Right.” He laughed, wondering if Tony was being serious or if this was another one of his jokes. “I don’t have a girlfriend either.” 

“What about boyfriend?” Tony tapped his glass against his as an afterthought of cheers. 

Peter struggled to swallow his sip of beer, not at all prepared to be asked that question. “No boyfriend either.” He shook his head, his cheeks returning to that inflamed state, his hands suddenly feeling very clammy. “You?” 

“No boyfriends for me either. No time.” Tony shrugged. “Ah, our pizza and wings have arrived!” 

Their server brought a very large pizza that was covered in every single meat available on the menu. The wings looked saucy and good, served with blue cheese and a few carrots. “This looks great. Did you already pay?” Peter asked. 

“I did. But it’s cool. You can get the next one.” Tony winked, making Peter’s stomach perform a few flip flops. 

“N-Next one.” Peter nodded, feeling like his head was going to explode. Why would there even be a next one? He was going to ruin this night somehow, someway. He just knew it was bound to happen. 

Tony was easy to talk to. Peter figured that since he was a graduate student, that there would be a gap in what they would talk about, but he was very wrong. Tony, in fact, was initiating most of the conversation, which ranged from a variety of things - movies, music, chemistry, neurophysics. They wound up ordering another pitcher of beer and a large basket of fries, neither of them ready to end their conversation. 

Peter finished his last sip of beer, and threw the last fry into his mouth. “When are we doing this again?” He asked Tony. 

“You free tomorrow night?” Tony suggested. 

“I am free.” Peter smiled. “Want to go watch a movie? I heard they’re playing a classic at the dollar theater.” 

“Define classic, young blood.” 

“Um, it was made in the 80s?” 

“Okay, that’s really not a classic per se, but I’ll allow it.” 

A rich laugh left Peter’s mouth. “Oh, well. Good.” He grinned. “Tomorrow night. 7pm. My treat.” 

“We’re getting dinner afterwards. This shit wasn’t cheap tonight.” Tony pointed to the leftovers of their feast. 

“Of course, Tony.” He had planned on that anyway. “You live nearby?” 

“I do not.” Tony stood up, and left a couple of dollars on the table, even though he’d already tipped earlier. “You good to get back to your place on your own?” 

“I am.” Peter didn’t live that far away from the establishment. “See you tomorrow night?” 

“See ya, kid.” 

He watched as Tony left, multiple people reaching out to him to say hi, leaving Peter at their table. Did he really suggest that the two of them go see a movie tomorrow night? Well, maybe Tony would bail out on him tomorrow. He forgot to get his number. Whatever. If he showed up tomorrow, cool. If he didn’t, well, Peter had wanted to see the movie anyway. 

***

Two weeks later, Peter’s phone began to vibrate on the lab table. He was busy typing on his laptop to look at it, but he knew exactly who it was. The same person he’d been texting almost daily the last couple of weeks. 

“Aren’t you going to answer that?” His lab partner asked, who was also busy on their laptop. 

“Nah, it’s fine.” Peter knew that Tony knew he was busy today. Tony had become a constant fixture in his life after that first night at Naples. He knew they were friends, but he wasn’t sure what kind of friends they were. Were they close friends? Just okay friends? Could they be something more than just friends? Peter groaned, hating that he was thinking about that again, when he knew he should be concentrating on the subject at hand. 

“You okay, Parker?” He looked to his left, and saw his partner was side-eyeing him. “You seem a little distracted.” 

Picking up his phone, he locked his screen and shrugged. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room and went out to the hallway. Leaning up against the wall, he took a deep breath and then looked at his phone, knowing that there was a text waiting for him. 

“You busy right now?” 

Peter rolled his eyes. “You know I have lab. What’s up?” 

“Need your help. Come to my place after your lab?” 

His heart rate jumped at the suggestion. “Sure. I’ll text you when I’m leaving.” 

“See you soon.” 

He put his phone back into his pocket, and tried to ignore the way his heart was beginning to hammer in his chest. It was an innocent invitation. Friends hung out at their friend’s places all the time. This wasn’t abnormal. It didn’t mean anything. Totally normal. 

Too bad Peter secretly wished it wasn’t. He wanted it to mean something else. He really was crushing on Tony. Bad. 

Somehow he got through his lab, and then it was time to head to Tony’s place. He sent him a quick text with ‘OMW’ and then began to walk briskly towards where Tony’s apartment was. He’d been there a few times the past couple of weeks, more so than Tony had been to his dormitory which was totally fine by Peter. He wasn’t too thrilled with the dorm situation himself, but he tolerated it because it was all he could afford. 

Tony pulled the door open before he could knock. “You’re here.” Tony looked relieved to see him, and Peter stood still as Tony draped himself against his body, hugging him in a way that took Peter’s breath away. “I was afraid you weren’t going to show up.” 

“I told you I’d be here.” A nervous laugh left his mouth as he returned Tony’s hug in an almost awkward manner. But Tony didn’t seem to mind, as he kept himself in Peter’s arms. “Something going on, Tony?” 

“You could say that.” The weight disappeared off of his chest, Peter’s face becoming flushed as Tony turned around and walked into his apartment. “I need to ask a favor of you.” 

Following him in, he shut the door and dropped his bag onto the floor. “I’ll do what I can.” Peter didn’t have the resources to do a lot of things, but what he could do he would. Anything for Tony. “What do you need?” 

“I need you to tell me if I’m a good kisser or not.” 

He stared at Tony, his mouth dropping open a little in surprise. “I’m sorry?” 

“I know, it’s so stupid.” Tony groaned, and fell onto the couch, his head now leaning over the back of the couch, his arm thrown over his head in a very dramatic fashion, because well, Tony. “I’m sorry. It’s such a dumb question, isn’t it?” 

“I wouldn’t say it’s dumb.” Peter finally got his voice to work properly as he casually made his way to the couch. “Why are you asking?” 

“Because I heard a rumor floating around about me and I’m not sure if it’s true.” 

Peter’s eyebrow rose up. “Tony, what did you hear?” 

“Someone said that I take too long with my kisses.” Tony sat up, his knee now resting against Peter’s as he had sat pretty close to where Tony had sat down. “They said that my kisses are annoying because I’m too thorough. Who says that? What’s wrong with that??” 

“Why are you asking me?” The saliva that had been in his mouth was now completely gone, as he tried to calm his own nerves down. 

“Because you’re my friend. Aren’t you?” 

“I am, but friends don’t really kiss their friends like that.” Peter hoped his words weren’t coming out in a mean way. He was trying to keep his cool. 

“We could, if you want.” Tony was looking down at his lap, his hands twitching a little nervously. “Unless you don’t want to.” 

He had to take a second to think it over. “Are you offering to be friends with benefits with me, Tony?” 

“I believe that I am, yes.” 

This was bad. Like, really bad. There was no way he was hearing Tony correctly. Friends with benefits? Him? No way. He couldn’t do it. It would be too painful, knowing that that’s all they would ever be, when Peter was hoping for more. Wanted more. 

But would it really be all that bad?

It would. No, it wouldn’t. It was too much to think about, and Peter knew that Tony was waiting for an answer. So he came out and said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he had a feeling he was going to regret the decision. 

“Sure.” Peter nodded his head. 

“You mean it?” Tony asked, scooting closer to him now that Peter had given him a definitive answer. “You can say no. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, Peter.” 

He felt his heart thud in his chest at the way Tony said his name. “Just don’t go and fall in love with me, cuz then this would be weird.” He tried to joke, as Tony brought his hand up to his face and brought his closer to him. 

“I’d never do that.” Peter’s toes curled inside of his shoes at the way Tony spoke to him. How intimate it was, making his head spin in ways he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “I’m going to kiss you now. Tell me if it’s bad, okay?” 

“W-Will do.” He agreed, feeling like the world was slipping away as this weird new fantasy life was about to begin. 

Tony’s lips brushed against his with a soft touch, and then it was followed by another. Peter felt himself leaning forward, chasing after those lips when Tony met him halfway and really began to kiss him. Peter felt himself being pushed back against the back of the couch, letting it happen as Tony’s hand was now holding close to his jaw, helping to keep his head tilted back in a way that would make the kiss less awkward. Peter could only moan as Tony’s tongue slipped into his mouth, the first touch of his tongue against his own made little stars burst behind his closed eyelids. 

The kiss went on for another two minutes, Peter breathing through his nose as he refused to let his tongue stop touching Tony’s. But, the kiss came to an end, leaving the two of them panting as Tony stared into his eyes. “Well?” 

“Not bad.” It came out a little breathless, as he was trying to recover from the intense kiss. 

“Not bad?? Parker, I’ll have you know that I’m an excellent kisser. I cannot believe you’re saying not bad.” Tony crossed his arms over his chest, clearly upset that Peter would say anything other than ‘amazing’ to him. 

Peter had lied. It was better than ‘not bad’. He wanted to tell Tony that his kisses were amazing and perfect, but he had to keep his boundaries up. If he didn’t, he was going to wind up with a very broken heart and he didn’t want that. He couldn’t afford to lose time with his studies to nurse a broken heart. “Maybe we should try again?” He asked, hoping it didn’t sound as desperate as it felt to suggest. Because he wanted Tony to kiss him again. 

“Yeah, okay. You’re right. We need a control, and then more experiments. Good point.” Tony pulled Peter to sit on his lap facing him, Peter moving as if he were weightless. He was settled on Tony’s lap, Tony’s arms now around his waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. “You okay?” 

“I am.” Peter put his arms around Tony’s neck, and lowered his head. “Guess we’ll try this again?” 

“Yes, we will.” 

They wound up making out for a good fifteen minutes before Peter pulled himself away from Tony. He really was a great kisser. How anyone could say otherwise was stupid. “That was nice.” Peter grinned, as the smile on Tony’s face spread. “Am I a bad kisser, Tony?” 

“Never, baby.” His stomach rolled as Tony stared into his eyes. “Your lips are total perfection. And that tongue of yours. Boy, the things I’d like to see you do with it.” 

A smirk tugged at his own lips. “Guess we’ll have to see where these benefits go, huh?” He slowly slid himself up higher on Tony’s lap, and brought his mouth back closer to his. “Let’s kiss some more, huh? Then I gotta go.” 

“Next time you come over, you’re spending the night.” Tony murmured against his lips, then tugged on Peter’s bottom lip with his teeth. “You good with that, baby?” 

“Y-Yeah.” Peter knew that spending the night would lead to things that he wouldn’t be able to control. Kisses were fine. This closeness was fine. But spending the night - even if they were now friends with benefits, he was worried he’d get too attached. And he couldn’t be, because that defeated the purpose of that label. That was a problem for future Peter. Right now, Peter wanted more of Tony’s tongue in his mouth. “Now, shut up and kiss me, Tony.” 

“Anything you want, Peter.” 

***

Peter figured that their benefits would stay in either of their places of residence, but a few days after the first kissing session, Peter found himself locked in the physics lab supply closet with Tony, who was kissing him like they were two kids making out in high school. After they’d finished, Peter left the closet and was followed out by Tony, who began to tap Peter on the shoulder as he walked away, leaving Peter to shake his head and smile as they went their separate ways. 

He somehow managed to avoid going back to Tony’s place for a week, but then the following weekend, it became impossible to say no to. “Come over Friday night.” Tony was tossing dried blueberries into his mouth, his legs kicked up on the desk as he monitored the class that Peter was in. They were taking an exam, which Peter had finished early and set on the desk. “I won’t take no for an answer, Parker.” 

“Fine, Tony.” He knew he couldn’t make up an excuse this time. “I’ll be there.” 

“Goody.” 

Two days later, Peter was standing in front of Tony’s apartment door. He knocked, and then saw Tony appear in the doorway, having opened the door two seconds after his knock. “Hey.” He greeted him, holding up his hand with a pathetic wave. 

“Don’t you look handsome.” Tony extended his hand, and pulled him into the apartment. “Got a hot date after this?” 

“No.” The tips of Peter’s ears burned, as he knew he’d dressed too fancy for this at home not date, friends hanging out, whatever this was. “Came from one, though.” 

“You’re a regular playboy, aren’t you, Parker.” That seemed to make Tony smile, and Peter wondered if he was upset that he wasn’t the only one in Peter’s life, or if he knew that it was a total lie. “Care for a drink?” 

“I’ll drink whatever you’re having.” 

“Beer it is.” 

He sat down on the couch, his shoes now off, his mismatched socks resting on the soft rug that was underneath Tony’s coffee table. “How’s your Friday night been so far?” He asked, as he saw Tony grabbing their beers. A pizza box was on the counter, which was brought over too. 

“Now that you’re here, it’s much better.” Tony handed him his beer, then dropped the box on the coffee table. “Listen, I wanted to ask you something.” 

“You just did.” He teased, holding his beer up to Tony’s, and tapped his against the glass. “What’s up?” 

“You’re staying the night, right?” Peter nodded. “You know I want you to stay because I want to do terrible things with you in my bedroom, yeah?” 

Beer almost shot through Peter’s nose as he’d been taking a sip before Tony had started along that trail of thought. “Why else would you want me to spend the night?” Peter wasn’t an idiot. “I kinda figured that’s where this was going.” 

“And you’re cool with that?” Tony asked. 

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, Tony.” 

That seemed to make Tony visibly relax. “Cool. I mean, it’s just you said you were coming from a date, and like, I know we’re just friends who fool around, but like, I don’t want to complicate anything for you. You get what I mean?” 

You already have complicated things. “You won’t be.” Peter lied, with a smile on his face. “That wasn’t anything serious. If you’re worried I’m going to sleep around, I’m not.” 

“That was kind of what I was hoping to hear you say.” Tony clicked his bottle against his. “I guess here’s to a new fun thing for us?” 

“Sounds like it, Tony.” 

They drank their beers, and played a few rounds of Mario on Tony’s television, while eating pizza and talking about how much they hate their course loads right now. And once everything was all finished, Peter knew it wouldn’t be much longer until they went to Tony’s room. As if sensing his thoughts, Tony stood up and stretched. 

“Care to join me in my bedroom now, Pete?” Tony asked, nodding his head towards the open door.

Peter stood up, stretching his own body. “Show me your room.” He agreed, and then felt Tony take his hand. Their fingers laced together as Tony led him over to the room, Peter constantly chanting in his mind that this meant nothing. That this was just pure physical attraction. Nothing else. Friends who liked to have fun. That was it. 

Tony pulled him over to the bed, and pushed him down gently to lay down on it. “You look good on my bed, Parker.” Tony grinned, as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Peter’s eyes went to the scar on his chest, which Tony didn’t bother to cover. “Don’t worry about that.” He pointed to the very deep scar that was on his sternum. “Got into an accident when I was a kid. Had to have surgery.” 

“Pretty bad accident.” Peter reached up to touch the scarred skin, and heard Tony inhale sharply as his fingers ghosted over the raised flesh. “Glad you’re still here.” 

“Me too.” 

Their eyes met, as Peter reached up and pulled Tony to lay on top of him. “When’s the last time you slept with someone?” Peter figured Tony was going to say a few weeks ago, as he felt his hands touch the hem of his shirt. It was removed in one swift action, one minute it was on and the next it was off, the two of them equally as naked. 

“Couple of years.” Tony shrugged, as he brought his mouth to Peter’s neck. He tilted his head back, moaning softly as Tony’s lips touched his skin. “You?” 

“Last year.” Peter lifted his hips up as Tony got his pants off, slipping his underwear off with them. He did the same to him, not at all weirded out by how natural this all felt. It was easy to be this intimate with him, when it should have been making him painfully nervous. 

“Guess we’ll both have to remember how things are supposed to go, huh?” Tony chuckled, a little nervous laugh coming out of his mouth. Peter released his own nervous laugh, as Tony moved to lay on top of him. The tips of their cocks pushed together, causing them both to moan in an erotic manner. “Might explode a little fast tonight. Promise it won’t happen often.” Tony murmured against his lips, as they began to kiss each other, finding solace in an act they were both comfortable with. 

Peter rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Tony with a soft whimper. “Explode. Make me explode. I don’t care. Sex is good, no matter what.” 

“It truly is.” Tony’s tongue swiped at his upper lip. “Let’s see where this goes, huh?” 

“Nnngh….” Peter’s answer was muted by Tony’s mouth closing over his own, their tongues coming together with needy, passionate kisses. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and soon Peter was a moaning mess, his cock leaking in a telltale sign that he was close. “T-Tony!” He cried out, knowing that it was going to be difficult to stop. 

“I’m right here, baby.” Tony moaned low, his forehead now pressed against his. “You want to come?” 

“Yes!” Peter cried, rocking his hips faster. 

“Do it, baby. Go ahead and come.” 

White heat flashed through his body as he began to come, the rubbing just enough as Tony’s cock pushed against his own. He could feel Tony’s hips stutter, and heard him moan low, a new warmth spreading over his stomach as Tony’s cum began to cover him. He fell back onto the bed, having raised his chest up in the heat of the moment, and began to pant hard, shocked by how good it felt. 

Tony wiped up the mess off of their bodies, and then brought his hand to be between his asscheeks. “More, baby?” Tony asked, as he prodded at his twitching hole with lubed up fingers. 

“Please.” Peter moaned, spreading his legs wide in an open invitation to Tony. 

A few minutes later, Tony tore into a condom wrapper and put it around his cock, then brought it to be up against Peter’s spread hole. “To new things.” Tony murmured, staring into his eyes. Peter nodded, and then felt the world slip away again as Tony’s cock slid into his body for the very first time. 

He pushed his hips down in an eager attempt to get more of Tony inside of him, but Tony kept still, and moved at his own pace. Peter moaned, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck, pulling him closer, needing him to be as close to him as possible. “T-Tony….” He moaned his name, his head spinning as Tony’s cock pushed deeper into his body, making him feel so good. 

“I lied, Peter.” Tony spoke low into his ear. “I don’t want to be friends. I want to be more than friends. I like you, Peter. I like you a lot.” 

Peter rolled his hips, meeting Tony’s thrusts with his own. “I want that too!” He cried out, feeling relief at knowing this wasn’t going to be just a friends with benefits thing. “I want to be yours, Tony.”

“You are.” Lips touched his with a swift kiss. “And I’m yours, baby.” 

“Nnngh….T-Tony….” 

There was no more fear in Peter’s heart as Tony pushed inside of him. Peter reached down and began to jerk himself off, listening to Tony’s deep moans as he began to squeeze tight around his cock. He felt himself start to come, that heat burning bright as he began to come hard, his mouth dropped open with a silent moan. He listened to Tony grunt and moan, and then felt his hips stutter again, knowing that Tony had also reached his high, the two of them sharing orgasmic bliss together. 

Tony dropped down onto his body, making Peter groan but then it turned into a laugh as he hugged Tony close to him. Tony lifted himself up, and without warning pulled out. Peter groaned, and then saw Tony smirk as he got up and tossed the condom into the trash. He fell back on top of him, Peter grunting again, but then his arms wrapped around Tony’s body as natural as can be. 

“You sure you want to be in a relationship with me, Peter?” Tony asked, staring into his eyes. “I’m a lot to deal with.” 

“I know.” Peter reminded him. “I liked you before this whole thing started, so I’d say that yes - I want to be in a relationship with you.” 

“Good.” They met halfway for a kiss, and then Tony laid his head on his chest. “Glad we both agree.” 

“We do.” He hugged Tony close to him. 

While he had no idea where this relationship was going to go, Peter knew for certain that it was a good thing it was going to be that, and no longer just fooling around. No, this was going to be good for the both of them. Closing his eyes, he accepted the human blanket that was Tony Stark, and held onto him. Whatever was going to happen, he knew it was going to be the ride of a lifetime. And he couldn’t wait to see where it would go. 

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[thefreakymunson]

I'm Hot for Teacher (Eddie Munson x Y/N O'Dowell/teacher)

A/N: Okay I KNOW this subject isn't going to be for everyone but I've been playing around with the idea in my head for a bit. Hope you enjoy. !!!!!EDDIE IS OF LEGAL AGE!!!!!! T/W: Ruler kink, teacher! kink, switch!Eddie, P in V sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation but only uses words"whore" and "slut". Nothing too bad.

“I am army crawling my way towards a D in Ms. O’Dowells.”

Infamous words. Poorly timed.

Eddie sunk down in the chair as the big fat F was placed on his desk by the teacher a bit forcibly. Big brown eyes glanced up seeing your disappointed stare.

Ms. O’Dowell was a total babe, though. He didn’t mind your class...he just couldn’t focus. The tight clothes you wore or the low cut blouses. You were every male student, and some female, walking wet dream.

“See me after school?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Eddie muttered, sinking down a bit lower.

He was disappointed in himself to say the least. He thought he understood everything on the test. He even studied an entire week before. Math was always his hardest subject but he needed this grade. He had to get out of this school. His third time was a charm.

School drug by the rest of the day. When he should’ve been leaving to go to band practice, he was standing outside of O’Dowell’s class, gently knocking on the door. When he heard it unlock, he looked up to see O’Dowell’s stern face.

“Mr. Munson,” you said, “Come in...I want to talk to you about your grade.”

“I know,” Eddie sighed, lanky body slinking over to your desk. You two had this talk before. This wasn’t his first rodeo. He tossed his bookbag down on the ground beside the chair you had pulled up to the other side of your desk.

“Eddie,” you sighed as you sat in your chair, “You’ve got to be honest with me. What isn’t clicking for you?”

“I don’t know,” He shrugged, looking anywhere but directly at you.

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t have a single clue,” he snorted, “It’s frustrating...and I know you’re getting frustrated with me too.”

“I’m not,” you said calmly, “Is it something that I’m doing wrong? Are you not understanding me?”

You reached out to touch his hand that was resting on the edge of the desk, fingers stopping just at the big metal rings on his fingers, “This is your thir-”

“I know,” he said a bit too aggressively. He caught the surprised look on your face as you straightened up a bit in your chair and cleared his throat. “Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so rude. I just...trust me. Everything you’re feeling, I’m feeling too.”

You absent mindedly stroked the back of his hand with your thumb as you stared at him. You decided to just...go for it.

“Do I need to start wearing loser clothing for first period?”

“What?” His eyes snapped to yours now. Oh, you had caught him.

“C’mon, Edward.” You snorted, “It’s not like I haven’t caught you staring at me...how many times you awkwardly ask to go to the bathroom while you shuffle towards the door...how many times I’ve caught you staring at me...”

You got up from your chair and soothed your skirt down, taking your glasses off and sitting them on your desk. You could hear the gulp from him even from your distance. Your heels clacked on the ground as you walked around the desk and around him, leaning down as you whispered into his ear,

“Not so subtle, big boy.” Your warm breath fleshed out over his ear and you heard the soft gasp he let out.

He sat incredibly still but you could see the lump in the front of his pants, telling you everything you needed to know. You walked back and picked up your ruler before returning back to stand behind Eddie, who had turned around just enough to see you.

“I’ve heard all the talk about ya, Eddie.” You cleared your throat, “Teachers like to gossip, too.”

“They do?”

“Oh yes,” you snorted, “I think we can both figure out another way for you to get that A...don’t you?”

“I think so,” he said, his eyes finally meeting yours, “I definitely think so...what’d you mean by you all gossip?”

“Ah...just that I know you’re not new to this scenario, hm?” You smirked.

His hands were still splayed out across your desk as you raised your ruler up and then sent it cracking down across his knuckles, the slap echoing off of the otherwise quiet classroom. He hissed as he looked up at you, jerking his hands backwards as he shot you a death glare that immediately faded away and into something...wanton like as he placed his hands back down flat on the desk, tempting you to do it again.

Another loud slap of your ruler cascaded down over his knuckles, making him squirm even further in his seat. You looked down at his hands, raised red marks forming over the skin on his fingers. One more slap brought blood to the surface, a soft moan escaping his pretty lips.

Your heels clicked against the hardwood floor as you moved to stand behind him, your fingers threading into the hair at the base of his skull and tugged, bending his neck backwards to force him to look at you. Big brown eyes stared into yours and you should have felt guilty but as you watched his hand drift down to the bulge in the front of his jeans, any semblance of sanity left your mind. He was beautiful. And legal and that was the most important part.

“Maybe if I let you fuck me,” you breathed into his ear as your hand joined his, squeezing and stroking his hard cock over his jeans, “You’ll get over your little staring problem, hmm, Edward?”

“Eddie,” he panted, “Not Edward.”

“You’ll answer to whatever I call you, understand me, Edward?” You smirked, painted red lips spreading over your face.

“Yes, ma’am.” He fought back the moan as he felt your squeeze a bit tighter.

“Good boy,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his pulse point.

You kept your fingers in his hair, keeping his neck craned back, as your free hand worked to undo his jeans. He lifted up just a bit to pull his jeans down to his mid thigh, his cock springing free from the confines. You heard his sharp intake of air as your hand wrapped around his length, feeling him hard and throbbing in your hand. You stood up straight, still behind him, and bent forward, pushing your chest into his face as your hand grasped his cock again.

You saw his hands stutter for a moment as if he rethought his movements before you caught on.

“You can touch me, Eddie.” You said softly, a soft moan escaping his mouth as you swiped your thumb over his tip.

Immediately, his hands were up to your shirt, pulling the top down to expose your tits. His hands groped while his mouth sucked, teeth pinching and then his tongue soothing the sting. The other teacher was right. His fingers were skilled.

A groan of frustration left his mouth as you completely stepped back from him, watching him for a moment as you pulled your own panties down your legs and stepped out of them – thankful for remembering to wear a skirt.

His eyes stared daggers as he followed you, watching you as you watched him. You moved to stand in front of your desk before lifting up enough to sit down on the edge, hiking your skirt up to expose your bare cunt to him.

You didn’t even have to ask. He dropped to his knees instantly in front of you, his fingers gripping your thighs and spreading you open wider. Warm palms pressed into the chilly skin of your inner thighs, spreading the warmth as you felt his tongue flatten over your slit before sliding through your folds.

Your fingers threaded back into his hair, holding him where you needed him the most. He tongue flattened over your clit, moving in small circles as his fingers kneaded your fleshy thighs. You tried to stop yourself from being too loud, knowing at any second you could get caught. Thankfully, the door was locked tightly...but you didn’t want anyone to hear. You didn’t want any interruptions.

Your hips rolled against his mouth, creating an even more delicious friction. Your head lolled back, a soft moan escaping your lips that turned into a gasp as you felt two fingers slide inside of your aching cunt.

“Eddie,” you panted softly, fingers gripping his hair so tightly that it was hurting your hand. His name was a warning, and even though he did understand, he didn’t let up. His fingers stroked faster as his mouth sucked and slurped your clit.

You bit into your free hand to keep from screaming as you came, moans muffled by your pinched skin. Your body trembled, your legs clamped around his head, holding him in place as you rocked against him.

He sat back, lips red and swollen from the pressure, chin covered in your slick. He looked up at you with such dark eyes as he stood up and lifted you a bit further back onto your desk. You shared a look, as if silently asking permission from both ends as he moved himself closer to your core, leaking cock in his right hand as his left came to your face.

You told yourself at the beginning that you weren’t going to kiss him. No matter how delicious his lips looked. But as his left hand came to cradle the back of your head, you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your lips to his in a dizzing kiss. Your hands came to hold his face as your lipstick was smeared.

“You sure?” He panted against your mouth, running the tip of himself against your waiting pussy.

You nodded, your cheeks flushed red, your fingers gripping his jaw so hard there was sure to be bruises later. He didn’t care. You could leave whatever mark you wanted on him as long as he got to be inside of you.

You watched, following his hand closely as it reached behind you and laid the photo frame of your husband and kids down flat. A small pang of guilt rushed through your gut – only for a moment, before Eddie spoke again, this time leaning close into your ear.

“Don’t need them seeing just how much of a whore mommy’s being for me, hm?” His voice was warm and thick right against the shell of your ear.

His words stirred something inside of you, bringing to light something you had forgotten about a long time ago. Desire and lust. You reached down, guiding his cock inside of you, mouth dropping open at the unfamiliar stretch. Your forehead rested against his, mouths in a mocking shock as he bottomed out. Your fingers threaded through the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer and yet it still didn’t feel like he was close enough.

“Fuck,” he panted, nuzzling against your nose, bringing back down to earth in a sense that didn’t make sense...ever...until you felt him inside of you.

“You do this with all your students, Y/N?” He panted, rolling his hips against you,“Fuck all the boys who make bad grades?”

“Keep talking shit and I’ll lower your grade even further,” you whimpered, garnering a laugh from him.

“That desperate to keep me around, hm?” He laughed before he placed his hand on the center of your chest and pushed you backwards, forcing you down on your back.

“Maybe. If you’re lucky.” You said, spreading your legs even further for him.

He looked down at you spread out before him, your pussy stretched around his cock, skin sweaty and slick with your need. He ran his thumb through your folds, bringing it right up to your clit and applying the lightest bit of pressure.

“Ya know,” he said through tight lips as he pinned your thigh down with his large hand, keeping you completely open for him. He watched as his cock pulled out of you, seeing your pussy grasp at absolutely nothing, before he slid back inside, “I’d never imagined Ms. Y/N O’Dowell would be so greedy as to fuck her own student...especially in her classroom...where anyone could hear…”

If he was trying to make you feel guilty, it wasn’t working. The thoughts only stirred your need on further.

“Who knew my favorite teacher was such a slut?”

You gripped him by his hair and pulled him down towards you, forcing him to crawl onto the desk. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you kissed him hungrily, tasting yourself still on his mouth. His thrusts were quick and deep and the words were quiet. Neither of you needed to hear the other speak anymore. They were replaced with moans and gasps, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades as he fucked you.

He laid his forehead against yours, warm breath mingling with your own as you rubbed your own clit. Your pussy spasmed around him, taking him over the edge with you, feeling his hips stutter and still as he pressed as deep as he could inside of you.

Your arms wrapped tightly around him, clothed torsos covered in sweat as you felt him pull out of you.

The softest kiss placed to your forehead before he sat back on his knees and looked down at you, momentarily blissfully unaware of your surroundings.

“Well?” He asked after a few minutes.

You had moved to clean up and were in the middle of sliding your panties back on.

“Well what?” You shrugged.

“My grade?” He asked, leaning against the door as fixed his belt.

“Hmmm,” you said as you chewed on your bottom lip, “D minus.”

“Guess I’ll need some more of these tutoring lessons, hm?”

You looked up to catch the most breathtaking smile spread across his face, glancing back at you only once, before he walked out of the door a bit more confident than he was when he walked in.

#Smut #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger things fanfic #Stranger things #Joseph Quinn #fanfic #eddie munson smut #thefreakymunson

[slasher-male-wife]

Stranger things characters helping an s/o who’s failing their math class

Ok so @aceofhimbos requested that I do Eddie, Steve and Johnathan with an s/o who is failing math. At the time I was on really shitty wifi and I thought I saved it but of course it didn’t save. I am horrible at anything but basic math so I totally get this. I barely passed my last math class. So I hope y’all enjoy this. I imply that the reader is a senior in high school in Eddies and Johnathan’s bits because that’s around the age of them.

Includes: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers

Warnings: None I can think of

Eddie Munson

Eddie isn’t great at his classes either. He’s gonna suggest study dates and use “rewards” to help modivate you to try as best as you can. The reward are gonna be kisses and that’ll probably lead to you two making out. 

He has access to a lot of smart kids at school so he might employ them to help you. 

I feel like he might try to get you to cheat in class too. “It’s senior year calculus, you’re not gonna use it ever again. Come on Y/N it’s not that big of a deal.” 

If you a C or higher on a test he’s gonna be so excited for you. Get ready to have a little party with him. And if you pass the class he’s going all out for you. He’ll spoil you a bit with your favorite snacks, drinks, watching your favorite movies and lots of cuddles and kisses. Get ready for a long make out sesh or a long night of cuddling with eachother. 

Steve Harrington 

Steve did pass all of his classes but he’s no genius. He’ll help tutor you to the best of his ability. He will constantly reassure you that you’re not dumb or stupid and that math is hard. 

He’ll make flashcards and go over to your house to help you practice. Will give you so much praise every time you get it right and if you get all of them right he will give you a sweet kiss and take you out to get ice cream or whatever else you want. 

Will totally give you so much time to do whatever you need to get things done. He will stay up until 2 in the morning to help you finish your homework 

He’s gonna come up with fun ways to get you to remember things and will share tips of stuff he did before tests that always helped him and gave him good luck. “So every night before I aced a test I wore socks to bed and fell asleep listening to music.” 

Johnathan Byers

He is pretty smart when it comes to math and stuff like that. Smarter than Steve and Eddie that is. He’s gonna come over every day that he can and help you study and do your homework. 

If you get really stressed and start to cry he’s going to pull you away from the work and help calm you down. If it’s something due tomorrow he’ll do it for you and walk through all the steps of how he got there, making sure to get a few wrong so that the teacher doesn’t know someone else did it. 

Like Eddie he might get someone else to help tutor you. That person being Will. He might be a freshman in high school but he is really good at math, kinda needs to be to play dnd. 

Will constantly give you so much praise for working so hard and trying your best to do what you can. If you get good grades on anything or even pass the class he’s going to be so happy for you, get ready for a fun date night. You get to pick what you two are doing. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #johnathan byers #johnathan byers x reader #johnathan byers x you #johnathan byers x y/n

[orangeoctopi7]

Spider Stan AU Chapter 14: The Carnival

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17607854/chapters/41509076

The day Fiddleford finally got his cast removed, a carnival came to town. While this was normally the sort of thing Stanford detested, even he had noticed how much the tension had been building in the cabin lately. Fiddleford, who he had thought hit it off quite well with Stanley at first, now seemed to be avoiding his brother. And if that wasn't enough, Stan was also exhibiting peculiar behavior. He hadn't woken Ford up in the middle of the night again, but he had been asking a lot of probing questions. Just as Ford had feared, Stan was indeed catching on to Bill's existence, and it was clear from the conversation Ford had overheard during their camp-out that Stan assumed the worst.

Ford made his concerns known to Bill that night.

"If I could just tell him, he wouldn't have to worry. I could just explain that you're not dangerous." The researcher pleaded for the umpteenth time to just be allowed to tell his brother all about Bill. "He's my brother, it's only natural for him to be concerned for my well-being."

"WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS, IQ!" Bill rolled his single eye. "HE WOULDN'T TAKE IT WELL."

"Well if you don't want anyone else to know about you, maybe you should stop appearing to me when Stan and Fiddleford are around." Ford said. "I'm not surprised they're concerned, it must seem like I'm losing my mind to them."

"OH, I'M SORRY, ARE YOU SAYING I'M WRONG? THAT I MADE A MISTAKE HELPING YOU?"

"N-no, of course not!" Ford corrected hastily.

"THE ONLY REASON I GOT INVOLVED ANY OF THOSE TIMES IS BECAUSE YOU WERE ABOUT TO SCREW UP, OR BECAUSE YOU ASKED ME. SO STOP QUESTIONING ME, SIXER! I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU. YOUR BROTHER IS ONLY STAYING HERE BECAUSE HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU, AFTER ALL. ONCE HE REALIZES YOU DON’T NEED HIM ANYMORE, HE’LL GO BACK TO HIS OWN LIFE BEING THE SPIDER MAN.

Ford's heart sank. If Bill said so, it must be true. “Oh…”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WANTS HIM TO STAY, RIGHT?”

“...right.” the scientist agreed.

“THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT. SO WHAT ARE YOU COMPLAINING FOR?”

“I’m sorry.” Ford said timidly.

“DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT, SIXER. THAT THING I GOT FOR YOU SHOULD BE GETTING TO YOU SOON. THEN YOU WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT YOUR BROTHER ANYMORE.”

* * *

“Why are we here again?” Stan asked as they stood in line for tickets to the carnival. Mama Misfortune's Traveling Carnival and Freak Show was barely legible on the faded and peeling wooden sign above the ticket booth. “You hate this stuff.”

“I’ve learned over the years that every so often there’s something real mixed in with the fakes that’s worth studying.” Ford assured him, although what little he could see of the thoughtlessly named ‘freak show’ from here was already making him cringe. “Besides, I figured we could all use a break.” He cast a meaningful glance to Fiddleford, who was already bouncing up and down like a child as he read about the pig races on a nearby sign. 

Stan followed his brother’s gaze and nodded. “Yeah, you got a point there, I guess.” Fiddleford’s recent behavior wasn’t lost on the conman. 

From the way he immediately rushed to get them all a bag of kettle corn, and his detailed description of the best mathematical statistics model to determine the winner of the pig race, it was clear this outing was just what the doctor ordered for McGucket’s mental health. 

“So let me get this straight,” Stan said, obviously interested in the gambling aspect of the conversation, “You can rig the race using math?”

“No!” Fiddleford denied, sounding offended both by the implication that he was cheating and the complete misunderstanding of statistical analysis. “I’m not affecting the outcome any, I’m jus’ gatherin’ all the available data, such as the age, weight, diet, and leg length of the pigs, plus the weather and track conditions, in order to create a mathematical model of the possible outcomes. Once I have those, I can further use advanced probability calculations to narrow down those outcomes using statistics to determine within 0.05% certainty who the winner will be.”

“And they still let you place bets, knowing those odds?” Stan asked incredulously.

“Ah, well, that’s one of the few benefits of everyone thinkin’ I’m jus’ a southern simpleton.” McGucket smirked. “Nobody runnin’ the show needs to know I know those odds.”

“Now you’re speaking my language!” Stan rubbed his hands together eagerly. “Come on, Fidds, let’s clean these suckers out!”

With that, they ran off towards the pig races. Ford shook his head fondly. Whatever problem had come up between those two was obviously forgotten now. He’d go check out the ‘freak show’ section while they were off having their fun. He didn’t want to rain on their parade. 

The old researcher grit his teeth and surreptitiously hid his hands in his pockets once he paid the additional entrance fee for this section of the carnival. The very concept of a ‘Freak Show’ made him want to punch the sleaze ball running the place. Making money off the all too common tendency to ridicule, deride, or fear anything outside of people’s perception of normal. Profiting off the very things that had made Ford’s childhood miserable. 

As he made his way through the throng to the exhibits, his mood only soured. Not only was there nothing authentic here, all the fakes were laughably bad. And yet the people were eating it up!

“This place sure brings back memories, huh?” 

Ford turned with a start to find Stanley had snuck up behind him.

“What happened to betting on the pig races?”

“Oh, well, I already helped all I could with gathering the data. I’m no help doing the math part, so I figured I’d come find you. This place is just like the old boardwalk, huh?”

“If anything it’s worse.” Ford huffed. “The locals are actually buying it.” 

“No kidding.” Stan said, taking in how many adults were paying real money to see a chicken taped to a gorilla. Not just parents with whining kids. Not just teenagers who didn’t know any better. Not just curious tourists with nothing better to do. Back in the day you always got a few suckers like this down at the boardwalk, but the whole town seemed to be here. 

“This has got to be the most gullible town on Earth.” Ford rolled his eyes.

“The most gullible on Earth, eh?” Stan said with a conniving grin.

Ford shot him an unimpressed glare.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Stan’s grin melted away. “You look like dad.”

Ford quickly schooled his face to a neutral expression. “Why would you need to swindle these people anyway? Aren’t you about to win it big at the pig races?”

“You can never have too much money.”

“You can if you use unethical means to get it.”

“Says you.” Stan stuck his tongue out, underlining how childish his response was.

As they made their way back towards the pig races, they came across a palm reader’s tent. The line stretched out longer than the one to place bets on the race.

“Hahah, remember that one time Ma tried to do that stuff over the phone with a fax machine?” Stan elbowed his brother. 

Ford gave the tent the same indignant glare he’d given the freak show, but at Stan’s words, his expression morphed to a more thoughtful one, before finally settling on a mischievous grin. 

“I wonder what they’d make of a hand like mine? I doubt they’ve ever run into a polydactyl person before. They’ll be stumped! Then I can expose them for the fraud they are!”

It was Stan’s turn to roll his eyes. “Or they’ll just make something up on the spot like they do for everyone else. C’mon, they’re just somebody trying to make a quick buck, ignore them.”

“No, as a scientist, it’s my job to advocate for facts and knowledge in the face of ignorance.”

“Fine, waste your time standing in that line just so some schmuck can tell you you’ll win the prize for biggest nerd in the world.” Stan waved him off. “I’m gonna go see if Fidds has found the winning pig yet.”

* * * 

Needless to say, the pig race was a success. Stan and McGucket were counting their winnings and watching as the carnies attempted to round the pigs back up into their pen.

“Do ya reckon they’ll let me wrassle one of ‘em now that the race is over?” 

“Hah! Only if you pay them for it. Then they’ll probably start taking more bets on who’ll win. These people are all about the money.” Stan watched as one of the carnies walked by with the house cut of the bets. “Speaking of which…”

“Hmm?” McGucket looked at him curiously. 

“Uh, forget about it. I’m gonna go find Ford.”

Stan silently followed the carnie to one of the trucks the carnival had driven in on, easily hiding any time the guy turned around to check if he was being followed. Soon enough, the man reached the cab of the truck, unlocked it, and pulled out another key to a safe sitting behind the driver’s seat. He placed the race’s earnings with the rest of the cash inside before locking everything up again.

With a smug smile, Stan slipped on the web shooters he’d brought. He knew there was a lot of money changing hands at a place like this, and he was eager to see how he could use his powers to get in on the action after everything he’d learned with Ford’s help. With a thwip, he snagged the carnie’s keys as soon as he wasn’t looking. He was about to make his way back to the truck to crack open that safe when he found Ford standing outside the palm reader’s tent. His brother looked simultaneously disgusted and concerned.

“Hey, you alright?” Stan asked. “What’d she do, tell you you’ll get married and have 1.2 children?”

“Worse, she started flirting with me.”

“Heh, nice, was she cute?”

“I don’t know!” Ford sputtered. 

“What, too dark in there or…?”

“I don’t know what constitutes cute!”

“What’ve you got there? She gave you her ring? Hah, looks like she wants to go steady!”

Ford quickly shoved it into his pocket, scowling, before changing the subject. “And what have you got there? Where’d those keys come from?”

“Found ‘em.” Stan folded his arms and glanced up at the ferris wheel.

Unfortunately for Stan, Ford knew his brother’s tells all too well. “You’re using your powers to steal!? You don’t need to do this anymore Stan! We can help you.”

Stan, feeling attacked, lashed out. “Oh, right, like I’m gonna be moochin’ off you for the rest of my life! I’m just saving up for when you’re finally ready to move on without me again!” 

He knew it was only a matter of time. Best case scenario, Ford eventually got sick of him like he had back in high school, and he left for whatever new thing caught his interest. Worst case scenario, Stan screwed something up like he had with the science fair project and he was thrown out again. At least this time he’d be ready.

“You don’t have to stay here on my account!” Ford retorted. “And if you go on stealing, you won’t be staying in my house!”

“Says the guy who stole radioactive waste to fuel his experiment!”

“That stuff is stored way too close to populated areas, I’m doing Roadkill County a service by removing it!”

“You’re such a hypocrite! Shouldn’t a genius like you know—” Stan’s argument halted as his spider sense went off. Not the twinging sense he’d felt when the yellow triangle was around. His proper spider sense, warning him of imminent danger.

“We need to get outta here.” He grabbed Ford.

“Don’t change the subject Stanley, this is serious!”

His brother pulled against Stan's attempts to get out of there and to safety. When Ford broke free he stumbled back into a tall figure. He was about to turn and apologize to the man when he was roughly seized by both arms in a vice-like grip.

"There you are! We've been looking for you. You can't just bail with Rico's valuables."

The man was huge, and Ford fleetingly wondered if he was part Manotaur. His breath certainly smelled like one.

"I-I'm sorry, there must be some sort of mistake." Then the researcher remembered he'd just accused his brother of stealing. No doubt this man had mistaken him for Stanley and was trying to take back whatever had been stolen. "My brother, he's the one who--"

Stan sprang out of nowhere and slugged the guy hard enough to knock him on his rear, and this time he successfully pulled Ford away.

"These guys don't know I have a brother, and I'd like it to stay that way!" Stan hissed, frantically pulling on his mask.

"Why on earth would you care if the carnies know you have a brother!?" Ford asked belligerently.

With another shiver of his spider sense, Stan suddenly pulled Ford to the ground just as a gunshot went off.

"Because this guy isn't a carnie!" Stan answered.

* * *

NEK GPZ GLOEJ OMBIY!

#My Writing #Gravity Falls #Fanfiction #AU #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines

[carolinedoesmagic]

The vampire saga

I arrived at the pretty empty inn in a haze and sat with Myra and Odeta for a bit, telling them about the date.

‘You visit that power-hungry beast on the weekly, Caroline. A study date seems tame, unless it’s an euphemism for something I can’t even begin to fathom.’

An avalanche of teasing about Tufo, Fuin, everybody, followed. My relief that they thought I was having... affairs with these men and not involving myself in dangerous activities was shadowed by sheer disgust, and I explained, in as little detail as possible, that it wasn't so.

An incredulous look on her face, Myra left to get something from the back room and I got a chance to talk to Odeta about her desire to go adventuring. Particularly, to try light adventuring with Clarissa and East.

'Oh, that's nice, but I wouldn't go without you.' I appreciated the sentiment but also found it highly inconvenient, so I decided to compromise.

She would meet the pair - if nothing else, talking to more people her age would do her good - and see how she felt. If she decided to go on an adventure, I'd follow. I left it at that, hoping that the weird charm of a sulky Clarissa and goofy East would make her change her mind. I spent the rest of the day lounging around, reading books about nothing in particular, until night fell. 

I left the inn followed by joking comments about midnight meetings, but also soft words asking me to stay safe.

It was close to midnight when I reached to knock on Fuin's front door, but the house opened it before I got a chance to touch the metal - gold? - handle. I walked up the path to the mansion, followed by strange noises and a tingling sensation at the back of my neck, as if somebody was watching me. I mentally prepared myself to act casual, as it worked the last time, and I got out of there alive.

All mental preparation went out of the window when the nondescript aristocrat opened the door, towering over me. I gulped and said the first thing that popped into my mind. 'Do you try to make this place so frightening?' 

He chuckled. 'Me? No. The house, maybe.'

Not knowing what to say, I quietly followed him to the sitting room and sank into a plush chair, a drink that I wouldn't touch appearing before me. 

'I have to admit, it's brave to count money before my house with two civilians.' 

I blinked, suddenly scared for East and Clarissa, but another look at him told me that he was only toying with me, so I relaxed a bit. I briefed him on the books I found and the scroll I used to copy it. He seemed interested in it, so I decided to use his likely hundreds of years of magic knowledge to ask about the book switching mentioned in the margins. 

Fuin frowned, glancing over the scroll and commenting that it was poorly written, but it seemed good enough for the task I was given. He took a look at my copy next, which — annoyingly — he could read despite the obstructions, and I tried to peek at the text, but to no avail.

Characteristically, he allowed me to ask one question and skillfully avoided revealing too much. I only learned that it was a prophecy, and vampires wanted to remove texts pertaining to the event that had happened — was going to happen — and this copy was useful. The fact the original was still sitting in the library worried him. Pushing my luck a bit further, I decided to ask for something in return. 

'What would you like to know, Miss Caroline?' He smiled at me, looking almost genuine in his desire to help me piece together the strange events surrounding him.

The haunting image of that strange man on the night that now seemed ages ago came once again, his words of tragedy and melancholy echoing through the halls of my mind. Or it was the eeriness of the house playing tricks on me. Either way, that's what I mentioned, and Fuin gave me another smile.

'One book, one question. And I keep the discretion not to answer.'

The risk I took was calculated, but my math was all wrong. I asked why the man had called me Tatyana and learned only that Tatyana was a long-gone lover that I'd reminded him of. I blinked, frustrated to the point of getting up and pacing around the room, further amusing the vampire.

After a deep breath, I counted my losses and changed the topic. The mention of the shadow demon piqued his interest; his eyebrows shot up when I admitted, honesty clear in my voice, that I was the one who let the fiend loose. 

He had a book for me, but naturally, wanted something in return.

‘You see, my kind cannot perform some sorts of rituals, and I am in dire need of one.’

A glance at the scroll he'd provided, altered from the normal instructions judging by the angry red marks, informed me I could master it within a month. My magic needed a bit more taming before I could securely try it, I told him, which he seemed to respect. Unfortunately, I would only get the book after that favor.

Resigning that my shadow would keep getting eaten up for several weeks more, I started to leave. He followed me to the doorway, and I noticed how relaxed I was in comparison to my feelings when I first entered his house. I was still far from comfortable, but I moved with relative ease, not glancing over my shoulder. So I wondered why people weren’t afraid of him. Out loud.

He stood at his porch, silk wooshing around him, face pale in the moonlight, a sharp flash of teeth.

'I don't know. You seemed like an intelligent person, so it might be best I ask you - why aren't you afraid of me?'

The words washed over me like a cold shower, sweat beams forming on my forehead. I left without another word, rushing to the gate, a faint buzzing in my ears. Having returned to the safety of the Tolfiskali streets, I had to pause for a second to catch my breath.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd 5e #5e #adventuring #adventure #campaign #solo campaign #dnd campaign #storytelling #story #fantasy story #fantasy #writing #writer #original content #oc #caroline #shadow sorcerer