#think about why they’re so desperate to get good student to come to their school
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The dialogues you write for maki are so goddamn heavenly, please, what is it like when her girl squirts on her glasses (bonus if in the next morning, everyone in the dormitory heard them)? 😣🙏
Just Can't Focus
pairing: Maki Zenin x fem!reader
nsfw: semi-public sex, cunnilingus, squirting
word count: 1.8k
author’s note: thank you so much for the request! you're so sweet!! i had a lot of fun adapting your request into a fic, hope you enjoy! also, maki looked so good in the latest episode. i need her...
description: something about watching you train gets maki so riled up.
The day has been long.
Nothing slows down time quite like having to hold a plank, and Gojo, who’s in charge of training you and your peers today, has been making the hours crawl by with countless strength training exercises. Your core is aching and your legs feel like they’re about to give out, which is why it feels a blessing when your teacher gets a phone call that pulls him away into a meeting with the higher-ups.
“Pair up and find a place around campus to practice sparring while I’m gone,” Gojo instructs, “We’ll meet back up in 30. Don’t forget to have fun!” He waves as he heads towards the school, leaving you and the other exhausted students alone in the field.
Nobara turns her head to you, about to speak, when an arm interlocks with yours. You look to your side to see that Maki has claimed you as her partner.
“Maki!” Nobara huffs, “I wanted to spar with her.”
Maki shrugs. “Be quicker then.”
Nobara’s face darkens with a scowl and you hurry to resolve the conflict. “I’ll spar with you next time,” you tell Nobara, “Promise.”
“You better.” She crosses her arms and walks towards the other sorcerers, annoyed she’ll have to partner up with either idiot #1 or idiot #2 (Yuuji or Megumi).
“Let’s go find a spot,” Maki says, though she begins pulling you off towards a forest nearby, seemingly already having a place in mind.
Soon you’re past the tree line, and before you can get a word out about the sparring drill, your back is pressed up against a tree and Maki’s lips are on yours.
It catches you by surprise—Maki tends to be unpredictable, a reason why it’s hard for you to beat her in a match—but it’s instinctive how you fall into the rhythm of her lips, melting into her touch as you kiss her back. Her leg nestles between yours and her strong hands land on your sides, brushing along the curve of your waist as she leans into you.
“Need you…now,” she mumbles in between kisses, the rasp of her voice confessing desperation. Even though you and Maki have been a thing for a while now, she knows how to mask her true feelings, so until she had you pinned against a tree, you didn’t have a clue that such a need was building up in her all afternoon.
“Yeah?” you say, resting your arms atop her built shoulders, pulling her closer. “Can’t wait until after training?”
Maki tugs off her uniform jacket, leaving her in the white long sleeve she wears under her uniform, and lays it on the grass by your feet. “No, so come sit down.”
Her mouth is inseparable from yours as she helps lower your body down onto her jacket, and the moment you’re sitting down, she’s kneeled between your thighs, reaching up past your skirt to dip her fingers into the waistband of your black tights.
“Lift up your hips for me, pretty,” she murmurs against your lips. You listen, and she pulls your tights off, and then your underwear. It’s a little strange, how you’re half-naked in one of the school’s forests, but you have a hard time caring when Maki hooks her arms underneath your thighs and brings her mouth to your cunt.
“Already so wet for me,” she laughs, pressing a kiss to your pelvis, “Have you been thinking about me too?”
“Maybe,” you say, though the evidence speaks for itself. How could you not? For the entirety of the strength training session, all you could notice was Maki. With the way her defined muscles flexed as she worked through Gojo’s ceaseless exercises, it was impossible not to. You had to look over and take in how the effort contorted her elegant features, had to hear how it sharpened her breath. And every single time you glanced over to her, without fail, she was already looking at you.
“You were just as distracted,” you say, trying to keep still despite the sensation of her hot breath fanning against your cunt. “You really should be paying attention during training.”
She smirks. “I think it’ll be easier to focus after I have you cum on my tongue.”
Her warm mouth connects with your folds, forcing a choked gasp from your throat. You rock your hips back and away, caught off guard at how quickly sharp pleasure cuts through your insides, but Maki’s strong arms keep you locked in place. Her eyes flutter shut at the contact and she deeply inhales, finally gratified after wanting to be with you like this all afternoon.
Your head lolls to the side when she begins to move, licking long stripes up from your hole to your clit with a flat tongue. Pulling up the fabric of your skirt gives you an unobstructed view and you watch, eyes lidded, as she pushes her mouth further into your cunt, just unable to get enough. Then she pushes her palms gently against your thighs, opening yourself up further to her. You allow it, legs falling open, and lean back against the tree behind you.
“There we go,” she says, “Relax for me, okay?”
You realize why when a finger circles the outside of your hole. Maki’s tongue continues to bathe your clit with wet swipes of her tongue, only increasing the amount of slick coating your opening. She uses this lubrication to shallowly slip the tip of her finger in and out of you, stimulating the tight ring of muscle circling your entrance. Then, she lengthens her movements, pushing in deeper with every thrust of her fingers. Your breath comes out shaky. “Fuck…Maki…”
She begins to move her finger inside of you, pushing it up against your walls in a way that has heat rushing to your lower stomach. Your eyes flutter shut and each pump of her finger pushes a soft moan from your lips.
“If you wanted to make it up to me for being such a distraction all afternoon, those pretty noises of yours are doing the job,” Maki says.
She adds another finger, which only makes you call out her name once more in that breathy voice of yours she adores. The pressure is immense, especially with her fingers being so strong and precise.
“It’s…so much-” you say, pressing your eyebrows together. You don’t think you’ve had Maki eat you out and finger you at the same time before; the sensation is overwhelming. Every harsh thrust of her fingers is complemented by a sweet lick on your clit, a two-front war that makes you feel like you’re losing your mind. Any attempt at escaping the pleasure is nonexistent with Maki’s hold on you, and soon your stomach is twisting, like a violent undercurrent is ripping through your lower half. It’s new, and more intense than you’ve experienced before.
“Maki I…I feel weird…” you say, squirming.
“You’re doing great, pretty girl,” Maki responds before diving her tongue into your folds once more.
“I’m serious…Maki…I don’t know…” Your fingers tighten in the grass around you.
“Does it feel good?” Maki asks.
“Feels…s’good,” you respond.
“Then relax, enjoy it.”
You want to listen to her, you really do, but there’s a hesitant voice in your head, one telling you that if you give in to the pleasure, you’ll be giving in completely. You’re just so full; there’s so much pent-up energy in your body that’s begging to be released. But the more she touches you, the more encouragement and praise leaving her mouth, the less power you have over the force building up inside your core.
“I feel like I’m gonna…”
She curls her fingers inside you, pressing against your sweet spot with a force that has your body shaking and seconds away from release.
“Fuck—Maki—m’gonna—“
You’re unprepared when your orgasm hits you, and because it hits you hard, you’re helpless when fluid rushes out of you at the intense sensation. You throw your head back, pleasure rolling through your lower half and being expelled from your body. Unaffected, Maki continues to finger fuck you, only prolonging the ruthless orgasm she’s sending through your body.
“Attagirl,” Maki says, grinning.
You’re swearing, or moaning, maybe a mixture of both, as the climax pummels your poor body, and you hold onto Maki’s arms for dear life, fingers digging into the fabric of her white long sleeve.
When her movements slow, coaxing you back into reality, the haze washes off and you realize that you’ve squirted for the first time–all over Maki’s face.
You sit up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck, your glasses.”
She cuts you off. “It’s hot, pretty. Don’t apologize for something you don’t have to, mkay?” She takes her glasses from her face and rubs the liquid coating them off on her jacket beneath you.
“I’ve just…that’s never happened before,” you say, still reeling from the sensation.
“Makin’ me feel special,” she says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, she stands, offering you her hand. “Are you okay to walk? Everyone should be regrouping by now. I think if we stay any longer, I’ll want to try to make that happen again.”
“Uh…yeah, let’s go,” you say, grabbing onto it and letting her help you up. You’re still grappling with what just happened; you didn’t even know that could happen.
Dazed, you find your underwear on the sleeve of Maki’s jacket, uncrumple it, and pull it back up on you.
“Thanks for that,” Maki says, threading her hand into yours for the rest of the walk out of the forest.
You and Maki are the last to join the group. Aside from Gojo, who’s meeting must’ve run long. Guess training ends early today.
As you walk up to the rest of the sorcerers, Yuuji tilts his head and then points at Maki, “Did you lose your jacket?”
Your eyes widen as you realize that Maki isn’t wearing it, she’s still in her button-up. Though, it’s not like she could put it back on, your fluids had soaked the material. “I took it off when we were sparring. Guess I forgot it,” she responds.
“Is that why you took off your tights too?” Panda asks, pointing to your bare legs. Heat rushes to your face.
Maki scowls. “Last chance to mind your own or I’ll be your sparring partner next time.”
“Alright! Okay!” The rest of them hurry off but fail to do a good job pretending they aren’t whispering about the two of you.
“I’ll go grab our clothes and put them in the wash, so you go take a break okay?” She grins. “I hope I didn’t work you too hard.”
“How considerate,” you tease, “But I would prefer it if you came back to my room after doing the laundry. Maybe then you’ll be able to tire me out.”
“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”
#maki zenin x reader#zenin maki#maki x you#maki x reader#maki zenin#maki zenin smut#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk maki
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Anonymous: It’s parent’s weekend and Larissa meets wednesdays aunt who’s casually sweeping her off her feet. (figuratively and literally) maybe they’re close in height. masc r
Sweet, I love this prompt! I only write gender-neutral reader, but they will be taller than Larissa because that’s cute. Let’s get into it!
Morticia and Gomez, your big brother, were scheduled to come to Parent’s Day at Nevermore for Wednesday. However, something came up with Pugsley and they asked you to come in their stead.
You didn’t mind. You love spending time with your niece. You get each other.
“‘Sup, nerd?” You smile and hold out your fist to Wednesday when she comes to greet you.
“Not much, loser,” She jokes back (Albeit it her usual monotone) and bumps her fist with yours.
You look around and grimace at how fancy the school is. Places this high-end make you feel uncomfortable. You shoot Wednesday a grin. “No wonder you hate this fucking school, short stuff. Place gives me the creeps and I’m an Addams,” You say.
You can tell that Wednesday is trying desperately not to laugh, hoping to remain stoic. She’s been this way since she was little. It makes you chuckle. “So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing today?” You ask her.
Wednesday shrugs. “They really just want to show off the school,” She says and crosses her arms. “They probably want to rat us out to our parents too.” She is endlessly annoyed that she’s here, but you can’t help but notice her stealing quick glances over at a cute little blonde about her age.
“Who’s that?” You ask and point at her.
Wednesday panics and immediately pushes your arm down. “Don’t point like that, Y/N! She’s going to see,” She snaps, her somber affect once again cracking. She huffs. “That’s Enid. My roommate.”
This time you laugh really hard. “Calling your girlfriend your roommate is a genius cover,” You grin.
Wednesday gasps and punches you in your side.
“FUCK!” You yelp really loudly and hold the spot where she hit you. “Cheap shot, pigtails,” You grunt.
This time Wednesday allows a small, self-satisfied smirk to show.
As the pain subsides and you are finally able to breathe again, the parents and students around you give you dirty looks. You roll your eyes. You almost make a smart-assed comment, but the sound of someone lightly clearing their throat behind you makes you turn. The sight that greets you will forever be burned into your brain. An angelic woman with perfectly coiffed hair and piercing blue eyes fills your vision. She’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen… Even if she does look a little miffed about your loud cursing a bit earlier.
However, she soon smiles at Wednesday. “Ms. Addams, who might you have with you?” She asks and looks back at you. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting,” She says and holds out a dainty hand to you.
You quickly take it, and without thinking, lean down to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Y/N Addams. The pleasure is all mine, beautiful,” You say and shoot her a wink.
Larissa feels her heart skip a beat at your suave gesture. You are so charming and good-looking. Damn, why is she nervous? Her cheeks also heat up as she realizes that you are actually a bit taller than her. She quickly decides that this is a nice change of pace. She’s used to being the tallest person in the room, but you make her feel… petite and demure. She likes it. Larissa stands and looks at you wide-eyed for a moment before her brain starts working once more. She shakes her head slightly and flashes you a breathtaking smile. “My name is Larissa Weems. I am Nevermore’s principal,” She says, trying to control her emotions.
You love how her face brightens as she looks at you. “My niece was just telling me about how much she loves Nevermore. Right, Wednesday?” You tease.
Wednesday growls quietly at this.
Larissa giggles at you. Clearly, Wednesday has already told you about how much she hates the school. She hopes that will change, though. “We certainly adore having such a bright student like Wednesday,” She says, offering a friendly smile to the brooding teen.
The principal is so… Warm. You would have expected her to be pretty stuck up and snobby with how drop-dead beautiful she is. But, she’s very gracious. It only endears her to you more.
The two of you don’t realize how long you’ve been staring at each other until Wednesday begins tugging on your sleeve to get your attention. “Let’s get going, Y/N,” She suggests, feeling uncomfortable with how much you are checking Larissa out.
You blush and bring your hand up to nervously scratch the back of your head. “Yeah, you’re right, short stuff,” You say.
“Wouldn’t want to take up any more of Principal Weems’ time,” You say with a grin at the blonde.
“It has been a true delight, Y/N. I hope we might get a chance to speak more later,” Larissa all but purrs. She’s ashamed to think of all of the dirty things she wants you to do to her, but she reigns herself in. She nods politely and excuses herself to go talk to the other families.
You shamelessly stare at her butt as she walks away.
Wednesday sighs loudly at you. “Making fun of me for having a girlfriend? Looks like you just got one,” She says.
“Haha, very funny,” You say and playfully roll your eyes… But, you suddenly realize what she just said. “So she is your girlfriend!” You exclaim.
Wednesday holds up a fist threateningly. “Want me to hit you again?” She sneers.
You quickly hold up your hands to placate her. “Alright, alright,” You concede. You sigh as you shove your hands in your pockets. “Are they going to serve alcohol? I could go for some booze,” You say.
You and Wednesday walk off, unaware of the fond smile tugging on Larissa’s face as she looks at you.
You have a goofy grin as you think of Larissa. What a day. Maybe Nevermore’s growing on you after all.
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#larissa weems#larissa weems x reader#larissa weems x y/n#larissa weems x you#wednesday netflix#wednesday addams#principal weems#larissa x reader#larissa x y/n#netflix wednesday
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OKAY I HAD TO HIT YOU W THIS BC I NEED THIS TO COME TRUE 🗣🗣‼️‼️
AcademicRival!Miguel x AcademicRival!reader
where they will do quite literally ANYTHING (legally) POSSIBLE to one up each other.
whether their petty rivalry began in high school or first year of uni/college, IDC- but they absolutely despise each other.
and!!! at some point down the track, they forgot why they were beefing in the first place, only for it to start stemming from a place of 'jealousy' (yk how sometimes jealousy is actually feelings of romantic interest in disguise,, yeah, that) and it gets to the point where they are quite literally making it all their friends' problem bc of it.
like i can imagine reader drinking something that Miguel sees and Miguel going 'i need to have this all the time and sell it out so reader can never have any' and Peter is like '???', or reader finding out Miguel got a certain mark and goes 'nobody speak to me for a month i have to understand everything about quantum physics before that smug asshole opens his mouth' and Jess is like '??? just kiss, fym??'
and then they finally have a moment where they have no choice but to rely on each other- whether Miguel's car breaks down on the side of the road reader happens to drive by and she takes him to his, or if reader desperately needs help in a situation and immediately calls him bc she knows he'll pick up bc she needs scary dog privileges and thats HIM so then they end up having a moment of reflection together with either super fluffy smut or absolute debauchery and fluffy aftercare i totally dont mind either way.
IDK do you know what i mean??? 🫣🫢🤭
anyway LY BLUE-BLUE, thank yew for letting me ramble on 🤍🩵
Are you asking me to write this? 🧐 (I shall add it to the pending ideas list just for you 🐰🩵)
I wrote that as a reply as soon as you sent it, but now I have more ideas that I wanna yap about to go along with this.
SO!! You already have a rivals, enemies to lovers trope going on. What better way to make it even more fun than to add the stoic x chatty dynamic???
Like I’m imagining the reader and Miguel first meeting in middle or high school. He’s a transfer student that’s immediately making the top grades and people are like where tf did he come from?? Reader doesn’t really think anything of it, she just carries on with her school life, chatting away (and getting in on the gossip about Miguel).
It’s not until he ends up in the same class with reader one semester (probably in high school) that reader is finally able to be in close contact with him. He’s so quiet and a little boring, but there’s always random girls coming in and out of the classroom to attempt to chat to him.
They’re always bringing snacks or sweets for him. He always turns them down with a “No thank you. I don’t like chocolate.” type of response. (What he thinks to be polite and cordial)
The guys in the class think he’s a huge jerk. The girls in the class still fond over him. You think he’s an oddball, a weirdo. But you really have no solid information to justify it.
It’s not until one day that the teacher asks this obscure question that he pisses you off. (I havent thought of a weird question yet tho). Everyone else has given crude or stupid answers, riling each other up and joking. You raise your head to give the most out-of-the-box, yet plausible answer that leaves the teacher impressed and the class laughing in shock. Miguel scoffs and debunks it so fast, that you start to feel like one of his rejected groupies. If you thought the laughter for your answer was loud, the laughter for his sounds like the crowd in a football stadium.
You’re embarrassed but you don’t really show it. You just brush it off and joke with everyone else like usual.
Then, one of the class’s first huge tests come. You’re gunning for the number 1 spot although you figure it won’t be too hard with half of the room being class clowns and the other half not giving af. You read over the material once and already have a good grasp on it, so you joke around with everyone else. There’s rap battles and TT routines. You guys even manage to get the teacher in on some of them. From the front of the room, you can see Miguel glancing back at you with such a sour look on his face. Wtf was his deal??
Test day finally comes. You’re the first to turn yours in with a smug smile on your face. You even take a nap until the next bell.
You’re on cloud nine for about a good week. Although, every time you open your mouth in class, Miguel looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Then, the time came for the teacher to hand out the papers. He was pretty theatrical and loved to announce who got the highest score.
You were gearing up for him to say your name. And you don’t know of you’re crazy, but you’re certain your mom didn’t put “Miguel O’Hara” on your school registration form.
You frown as you come back to reality, watching as teacher handed him is paper. From your seat, you can see the bright red 100 in the corner, a smiley face to adorn it.
Then the teacher hands you your paper. A 99.5. Just 0.5 points from a perfect score. And what you got points taken off for is something so ridiculous that you could scream.
You can see him in your peripheral as you chat with the other students about the answers. Just as you discuss your silly mistake you take a small look at him. He has a faint smirk on his face, as if to laugh at your downfall.
From then on, you decide that it’s a war.
[and obviously, the story would travel with them as they grow. Once they’re adults, I can imagine Miguel to still be this same stoic, yet more approachable person who has had a ROSTER of hookups and a reader who’s still so flirty and chatty, yet can’t find a good partner to save their life. The dynamic of him knowing exactly how to make reader feel good verses reader being overwhelmed for once would be sooooo good]
What do you think Lexie-bun?? 🥸
#lab testing 🔬#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel ohara x reader
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A oneshot let's see if I do this right, can you do a oneshot of Hedwig meeting the reader? As in the start of it all I wanna see a little mini story of all that
I've got my eye on you
female!yandere OC x reader
Summary: A new students catches the eye of the popular, rich girl and she finds herself falling for you harder than she's ever done before. Hedwig comes up with a plan to lull you in and make sure you'll be hers only.
Warnings: none really, I think, maybe manipulation? Hedwig changes in front of reader (back towards them) but still-
Word count: 2.1k
Senior year. Only one more year until she’s free and gets out of here. She’ll go to Paris. Or Milan. Maybe travel around the world?
Hedwig steps into the classroom and greets her friends. Her father has forced her to go to a normal school to understand the normal people. They’re nice, but she feels like they’re not understanding her in the way her rich friends understand her. Hedwig can’t talk about her life in the same way without getting jealous looks. But she’s come to terms with it now. Her wealth isn’t only negative, she's gotten quite popular by it. If you don’t want her, you want to be her.
Everything is normal … until she steps her foot into the art classroom for the first time this semester. Someone is sitting in the very spot she normally sits. Someone she’s never seen before.
“Excuse me”, she says.
The person — who happens to be you — looks up.
“Yeah?” you ask quietly.
“This is my desk”, she says.
“Oh, I’m sorry … I didn’t know …”
You’re about to take your stuff and leave, but she stops you.
“No, no, no”, she says. “It’s okay. You can stay. There are two chairs, aren’t there? I’ll sit beside you.”
“I’ll remember it for the next time.”
“Thank you.”
Hedwig's friend has to sit somewhere else. The friend gives you a nasty look before sitting down in the front of the class.
You start working on your new projects. Hedwig glances over at your self portrait and finds herself smiling.
“Pretty”, she says.
“Oh, thank you”, you say quietly without looking at her.
“I don’t know what I should do. I can’t come up with something.” She drops her pencil down on the table. “My brain isn’t working.”
You look up from your portrait and meet her hazel eyes.
“Why don’t you paint a scenery?” you ask. “That always works.”
Hedwig smiles. “What kind of scenery should I paint?
You think. “Maybe … a winter landscape? You won’t have to use too many colors and details.”
“Thank you.” She blushes. “What’s your name, by the way? I haven’t seen you before.”
“Y/N, I’m new.”
“Really? No wonder I didn’t know who you were. I’m so sorry for not noticing you earlier.”
She can’t understand how she hasn’t. You’re gorgeous! How has she not noticed you until today? Now that she has, she can’t tear her eyes off of you.
“It’s okay”, you whisper, suddenly embarrassed. “I was actually trying my best not to be noticed.”
“Why?”
You shrug and look away. Hedwig can feel her entire body heat up. She looks down at your hand holding the pen and wants nothing more than to take it in hers.
“You’re good at drawing”, she says when she realizes that she’s been staring at your hand for a few minutes. Playing it off as staring at your drawing. “It really looks like you.”
“Thank you.”
“Could you help me with mine?”
You nod and turn to her. Hedwig’s holding her pen and you take it out of her hands in a gentle manner that makes her heart flip. Your fingers brush against her hand and it sends electric shocks all throughout her body. She gulps and watches how you help her sketch out an outline of a few mountains before turning back to your own drawing. All nerves in her body are screaming at her to make you touch her again. She can’t understand why she’s suddenly feeling like this, but she knows that she needs more.
“I-I’m Hedwig by the way”, she says quickly, desperate to pick up the conversation again.
“I know”, you answer quietly. “Everyone talks about you.”
“Oh.” Hedwig’s suddenly terrified of what you’ve heard about her, maybe people’s gossip has made you dislike her already? She feels a weird longing for you to like her, to give her approval. “What are they saying?”
“They talk about you like you’re a celebrity. They’re talking about your parents and how they think your life is. I’m not really sure, I haven’t heard much.”
“Don’t listen. People are always talking.”
You nod and the situation grows silent again. Hedwig bites her lip.
“Could you help me again?” she asks. “I don’t know how to do this.”
You give out a small sigh and turn to her again. Unlike last time, you place your hand over hers, guiding her hand and the pen. Hedwig can swear that her heart stops at the feeling of your soft hand against hers. She feels dizzy.
WHen it’s lunch time, Hedwig asks if you want to eat with her. You nod shyly. You’ve never sat with the popular kids before and you don’t know any of these kids. Only Hedwig and you only met her an hour ago. To your surprise, she barely acknowledges her friends. Her full attention is on you, asking you where you’re from, what made you move here, how your family life looks like, what your interests are, what makes you scared and happy and what kind of person you are. Not a single time during lunch does she look away from your face. She has a sparkling hint in her eyes and a smile on her perfect face.
The very next day, Hedwig looks up from her desk when you enter the classroom. She’s sitting alone today.
“Y/N, do you want to sit with me?” she asks and removes her bag from the chair beside her. “I saved a seat for you.”
Without answering, you sit down beside her. She’s quick to turn to you and ask you about your morning.
“Y/N, would you like to come over to my house after school and study?” she asks. “We have a test coming up in two weeks and … I need a study buddy.”
You nod carefully. A bit of help on geometry wouldn’t hurt. And that’s how you come home to Hedwig’s gigantic villa for the first time. It looks more like a smaller mansion than a regular house. A white — almost yellow — Georgian house with lots of details. The entrance to the driveway is a pair of giant black gates to keep unwanted people from coming in. She has a chauffeur who drives her to and from school each day and he greets you nicely, adding honorifics.
“My parents aren’t home”, Hedwig says over her shoulder as you enter the big hall.
A maid welcomes Hedwig home and offers to take your bag, but you shake your head, too intimidated by the sheer size of Hedwig’s house to be able to think clearly.
You follow Hedwig upstairs, bag clutched in your hands.
“This is scaring me a bit …”, you whisper.
“What?” she asks in worry.
“All of this … it’s a bit intimidating.”
Hedwig smiles reassuringly. “Don’t be scared. It’s not a museum, it’s a home.”
Hopefully it’s your home too, but Hedwig doesn’t say that.
“Are you hungry?” she asks and opens the door to her room.
Even her room looks like money.
“A bit” you admit.”
“Yeah, I noticed that you didn’t eat the school lunch”, Hedwig smiles and. “I don’t blame you. I’ll go tell the chef to prepare something for you, okay? He makes fantastic food.”
“You have a chef?”
“Yeah! You’ll love his food, I promise. He makes the best grilled cheese sandwiches you’ll ever have. I’ll go tell him to make some for you.”
Before you can stop her, she’s already darted out the door. You decide to pass the time by looking around her white room. You find pictures of her and alleged friends on cruises and yachts, her in pools and in the mountains plastered on the wall. This girl seems to have been everywhere.
“I’m back!” Hedwig smiles and creeps up beside you. “What are you looking at?”
“Just your pictures”, you answer. “Are these your friends?”
“Yeah … they are. I don’t meet them as much because my father wants me to be in a public school with all the other children of our city. They go to a private school together. But I spend a lot of my vacations with them. We’ve been all around the world.”
“I can tell.”
“Do you like to travel?”
“Who doesn’t? I like to explore new places, but it costs a lot to go somewhere.”
“What’s your favorite place to visit?”
You shrug. “I haven’t been to so many places. What’s yours?”
“I really like Paris. It’s a beautiful city and they have such tasty food.” She turns around. “Should we study a little?”
You nod. You sit down at her desk and bring out your calculators.
A knock on the door interrupts you. It's the chef with the grilled cheese sandwiches. Hedwig thanks him and brings the plate over to you. Two perfectly grilled sandwiches are placed on the porcelain. Your mouth waters.
“Bon appetit”, Hedwig smiles. “They’re all yours.”
“Thank you”, you say shyly but you don’t dare to touch them. Somehow you feel guilty.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
“Yes … I just feel weird for making your chef make this for me.”
“It’s his job, don’t worry about it. Eat up now!”
This time, you dare to pick it up and take a bite. Heaven has granted access to your mouth.
“I told you it was good”, Hedwig smiles.
You eat while you study and when you’re finally done, you notice how much time has passed.
“It seems like you’ll have to stay here overnight …”, Hedwig says and the next sentence she says is nothing but a great lie. “The last bus has gone and my driver has finished for the day. Can your parents pick you up?”
You shake your head. They wouldn’t be pleased to drive you at this hour. It only makes Hedwig smile. Perfect.
“You can stay here, my bed is big enough for two”, she says. “Just send a quick message to your parents and tell them that you’ll stay here.”
You sigh and do as she says. Your parents send you a heart back. They’re only happy that you’ve made a friend.
You eat a delicious dinner in the kitchen made by her chef. It hits you that you haven’t seen her parents at all, but you don’t question it. From what you know about her, they’re busy.
When you’re going to bed, Hedwig walks over to her walk-in closet to grab herself a new pair of pajamas for both you and her. One of them being in your size. To your great surprise, she turns her back to you and removes her clothes. You gulp and try to look away in embarrassment.
“S-Shouldn’t you go into the bathroom to change?” you stutter.
“Why?” she asks and turns around. “It’s my room. Besides, if models can change in front of twenty people they don’t know … I can change in front of one person I hold dearly. But if you want to change in the bathroom, it’s down the hall. If you want to take a shower, there’s a white towel for you hanging on the hook.”
It sounds like she has planned this. Because she has.
You do take a shower before you change into her pajamas and return to her room. She’s lying in her bed, scrolling on her phone.
“We have to be up by seven tomorrow”, she says. “Otherwise we’ll be late to school.”
You nod and walk around the queen sized bed. This feels so wrong somehow. You’ve never shared a bed with someone before and especially not a beautiful girl who changed in front of you fifteen minutes ago. Hedwig turns off her phone and lies down with her front facing you. You try to mirror her motions and soon you're both lying down, facing one another.
“Goodnight, sleep well”, she smiles and turns off the light.
Her fluffy sheets and soft mattress lull you into a deep slumber. Hedwig, however, can’t seem to be able to close her eyes. She’s staring at your features, wondering how she got so lucky to get you here. Her plan worked! She’s a genius! Soon, you’ll agree to be hers and these kinds of nights will be a recurring thing. Soon, she’ll dare to wrap her arms around you as you go to sleep. She’ll be able to kiss you and give you everything you want.
Oh, Hedwig can’t wait until you’re fully hers. Then, no one will be able to take you from her, because what Hedwig wants, Hedwig gets … and so has it always been. The ones that cross her always get shoved aside one way or another.
“You’re mine, my wonderful little Y/N”, she whispers and lets her fingertips brush over your cheek. “I’ll treat you so well, I promise. I’ll make sure you’re safe and happy. My beautiful Y/N.”
#yandere#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere fics#yandere stories#yandere ocs#yandere oc x you#yandere oc x reader#yandere female#clingy yandere#possesive yandere#yancore#soft yandere
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Obikin College AU - RA/Don!Obi-Wan/First year!Anakin - Part One
I’ve been reading a lot of modern au Obikin fics recently, so one could say I’m on a bit of a kick.
That’s where this idea comes from!! I’m gonna outline it below so I can reference this if I ever decide to write it/for your enjoyment. Also, the pic is what I imagine they look like 😎.
Link to Part Two
Link to Part Three
Anakin and Obi-Wan go to Uni together.
It’s Anakin’s first year, and he moves into residence ready for FROSH week.
Obi-Wan is a RA/ Don for Anakin’s residence building, mainly because it looks good on a résumé and it helps cut living expenses.
Anakin becomes obsessed with him. When he first moved in, he was honestly going to skip all the FROSH stuff, opting to explore the new city on his own. After meeting Obi-Wan he is the first one to show up for all their activities, volunteering to help whenever he can. Anything to be on the older boy’s radar.
They get through FROSH, Anakin flirting desperately through little side comments the entire time. Obi-Wan just believes he’s excited and eager about the events.
During FROSH, Anakin makes friends with other incoming students - Padmé, Rex and Ahsoka. They become a little group. Everyone is quite fed up with Anakin’s Obi-Wan obsession after the week. They pray once the semester starts and they no longer spend every day with Obi-Wan he will shut up. He doesn’t.
“Dude, do us all a favour and actually talk to him.” “Please, Anakin, we really can’t take this anymore.”
“Oh Come on guys, what are friends for if not to listen to each other ramble about highly likely unrequited crushes?”
He does try to talk to Obi-Wan one on one during FROSH. To say it was a little awkward would be an understatement.
“So, what’s your major?”
“English/Literature with a minor in philosophy.”
“That’s nice. I read a book once.”
They kinda just stare at each other and then Anakin rushes back to his little group of friends who all wear mortified expressions.
“Dude…”
“Don’t even! I was nervous!”
After this, they don’t really speak during FROSH, until the last night of events. They are the only two left cleaning up after the evenings activities.
“Thanks for all of your help. I really appreciate it.”
“Oh, no worries!” Please marry me
“Out of curiosity… what is the one book you’ve read?”
“I’ve read more than one book!”
“I sort of figured, considering the University acceptance and all.”
“Yeah… I don’t know why I said that.”
“It’s alright, it was charming. In a himbo sort of way.”
Oh my god, you think I’m charming? Take me right here in the common room, I’ll show you charming.
The semester starts and they don’t see as much of each other anymore.
Part of Obi-Wan’s job as RA/Don is to take shifts working the desk in the lobby of their building. He does this every Friday night.
Anakin discovers this by accident. He and the gang had been at an off-campus party. They’re coming home late one night, all quite drunk.
As they walk through the door and see Obi-Wan everyone starts giggling and poking at Anakin as he flushes.
“Hello folks.” Obi-Wan greets cheerily.
“Hello Obi-Wan.” Ahsoka smirks at Anakin.
“Did you tell him yet?” Rex pushes him forward.
“Tell me what?”
Nothing! It was nice seeing you Obi-Wan!” Anakin ushers them all toward his room, leaving behind a confused Obi-Wan.
Every Friday afterward, Anakin takes advantage of the knowledge that Obi-Wan is working the desk.
He hangs around, striking casual conversation. They talk about anything and everything. School, classes, hobbies, music, other interests. They become well-acquainted.
“You’re telling me you’d pick The Cure over the Smiths?”
“Oh, of course. Easily. The Smiths are so depressing.”
“So is The Cure, idiot! At least Morrisey’s hot about it.”
“Are you saying Robert Smith isn’t hot?”
Anakin flirts shamelessly. Oblivious, Obi-Wan doesn’t catch the hints and just thinks Anakin is killing time waiting for his friends. Unbeknownst to him, Anakin bails on his friends every Friday to hang out at the front desk.
“You sure you don’t want to come tonight, Ani?”
“It’s his Obi-Wan night. He won’t come.”
Another part of Obi-Wan’s job is being the “Don on Duty”. This means he responds to any complaints/emergencies the residents have. He carries around a special phone for emergencies. He does this every Saturday night. Again, Anakin discovers this by accident.
A loud knock at his door interrupts Anakin’s dorm room party. He and his friends are wasted, watching movies and screaming about them.
He opens the door to reveal Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan is looking down. “I’ve received several noise complaints about this room. You guys are going to have to - Anakin?” He cuts himself off once he looks up and blue meets blue.
“Obi-Wan! Come drink with us!”
“Anakin, I can’t. I’m on duty.”
“Oh come on, pretty pretty please?”
“I-,”
“Don’t say no! Please”
“Oh fine, but if this phone goes off I have to leave. And we really must be quiet.”
Obi-Wan spends the evening getting drunk with Anakin and his friends. Thankfully the phone doesn’t go off.
They watch films together, everyone growing drowsy. Anakin curls up next to Obi-Wan and rests his head on his shoulder. When Obi-Wan wraps his arm around him and holds him close, it’s merely because he’s drunk and tired.
That night, the two finally exchange phone numbers.
Anakin starts texting Obi-Wan relentlessly. Obi-Wan would call it harassment.
Anakin: do you ever think about the overwhelming and paralyzing passage of time? How you can’t do anything to stop it? (Sent at 3:42 am)
Obi-Wan: no, but I am now. (Sent at 3:44 am)
Anakin: lolz look at this silly kitty pic. He’s u! (Sent at 3:47 am)
Obi-Wan: go to sleep!!!!! (Sent at 3:48 am)
Anakin: jeez ok Mr. Grumpy pants 😡😡 (Sent at 3:50 am, Read at 3:50 am)
Obi-Wan starts getting invited to Anakin’s friend group hang outs. He was charming enough last time. Truthfully, it’s mostly because if he’s there, it saves the others from having to hear Anakin yearn for him all night.
Alright, this is kind of just the general idea/ all I’ve got right now! Lemme know if you guys want to hear more or have any suggestions! My DM’s are always open if anyone wants to brainstorm, or just chat in general!
I’d also be down as heck to rp this if anyone was interested.
Thank you for reading if you’ve gotten this far!!
I’ll update it later when I think of more! (:
EDIT: I've created a second part to this! if you wanna read more, the link to part two can be found at the top of this post!
#obikin#aniobi#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#obikin rp#star wars#padme amidala#obi wan and anakin#ahsoka tano#captain rex#modern au#obikin modern au#alternate universe#college au#uni au#shannons silly ideas#ewan mcgregor#hayden christensen#obi wan x anakin
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Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 3
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Nazuna: We made it. Oi~ Keito-chin, hurry up and come here!
Keito: Don’t be in such a hurry, Nito. We’ve got plenty of time.
Keito: Or are you perhaps going to tell me that you have some work to attend to at the last minute as well?
Nazuna: No, no, it’s all good, so don’t get riled up!
Nazuna: … Jeez, are you still mad about Rei-chin being a no-show?
Keito: I’m not mad about that. It makes sense to prioritize your work, after all.
Keito: However, if he had other obligations, he should’ve made it clear. Since Sakuma proposed the idea, I ended up mistakenly assuming that he would accompany us.
Nazuna: Ahaha, but Keito-chin, you put on airs and said that we should “begin researching right away.”
Nazuna: It’d be embarrassing for you if he replied with “Oh, but I’m going to work later though.”
Keito: Don’t bother trying to re-explain it to me. Seriously, how incorrigible…
Nazuna: Sorry, my bad. Anyways, that being said, why’d you pick downtown as the research spot, Keito-chin?
Nazuna: Don’t you think it’d be better to pick a spot closer to ES…?
Keito: If we’re near ES, then Kanzaki might find us out. I’d rather that not happen.
Nazuna: Hm? Were you planning on doing this without telling Souma-chin?
Keito: Yes. I felt like surprising Kanzaki in any case.
Keito: I discussed it with Kiryu earlier, and we were thinking of making Valentines wagashi to give to him to express our gratitude towards him.
Nazuna: I get it. It’s a good idea. Well, now I’m thinking about making some for everyone else in Ra*bits in secret too.
Nazuna: Alright! Then let’s get fired up and start our research!
Nazuna: Though it’s pretty crowded here in spite of it being the middle of the day on a weekday. Is it because of Valentines?
Keito: Most likely. Though, the congestion at this time of day is preferable. The main target of Valentines is young women, after all.
Keito: Around this time, most students are still attending school. After school lets out, it’ll likely become crowded with girls again.
Nazuna: Now that you mention it, most of the people milling around the stores look like college-age women.
Nazuna: Ah, Keito-chin, that store over there has a huge line!
Keito: Yes. Apparently, that’s a famous Western confectionery. They’re selling limited seasonal Valentines chocolate cake.
Nazuna: I want to try one for our research, but judging by the length of that line, it might take a few hours to even get inside the store…
Keito: Good point. Then, we might have better luck with the wait time at the coffee shop across the street.
Keito: Hmm, it looks like they have some limited chocolate flavored drinks and parfaits for sale.
Nazuna: Ooh, this cake is super cute. The strawberry chocolate drink looks yummy too! ♪
Nazuna: I love strawberries, you know~ ♪ They’re pink and cute, so I kind of feel drawn to them…
Nazuna: Ah, there’s a crowd over there too!
Nazuna: It looks like that store sells white chocolate. They sell white chocolate ganache you can give out as gifts as well!
Nazuna: Uu~... All of these shops look so good, I don’t know which one we should go into~
Nazuna: Or maybe it’d be better if we went to all of them? I mean, we’re researching here, so it might be good to visit every single—
Keito: Oi, Nito. You’re getting carried away. You haven’t forgotten why we’re here, right?
Keito: Our goal is to research ideas for Valentines wagashi. Don’t forget that.
Nazuna: I- I know. I just got a little excited looking at everything..
Nazuna: Though it really is incredible. Every store has attractive goods that pull you in.
Keito: For the confectionery industry, Valentine's day is a business opportunity they can’t ignore.
Keito: All of these stores must have worked desperately on their marketing tactics in order to make the most of this lucrative sales period.
Nazuna: O-Oh. Well, I guess that’s true. Somehow, I feel like all the magic was just killed…?
Keito: Originally, Valentine's day was a part of a confectionery company’s commercial strategy. It’s common to hear people call Valentine’s a conspiracy created by chocolate companies.
Keito: And they would be right, because Valentine’s day in Japan finds its origins in the founder of a certain western confectionery company. ¹
Nazuna: H-Haha.. Is that so?
Keito: The founder of this company brought the Valentine's day tradition here from abroad. However, there's something peculiar about it all.
Keito: During Valentine’s day overseas, gifts given aren’t limited to chocolate.
Keito: Japan is the only country that restricts Valentine’s gifts to chocolate. Do you know why that is, Nito?
Nazuna: Eh? Ummm, because of the founder?
Keito: Correct answer. Seems like you were properly listening to me.
Keito: When the tradition was imported here from overseas, it was changed to make it so that only chocolate would be given of all the possible gifts.
Keito: All of this was part of the founder’s business strategy to deal with sales drop in February.
Nazuna: I- I see. Keito-chin, you sure know a lot~
Keito: Well, there are other theories. By the way, while it is customary in Japan for women to give chocolates to men, this too—
Nazuna: You’re still going!? Keito-chin, did you maybe forget what we came here for?
Nazuna: We’re supposed to research the Valentines marketplace, Keito-chin!
Keito: Hm… True. Time is money, after all. We ought to make good use of it.
Nazuna: Okay, for now, let's just go to the coffee shop you spotted earlier, Keito-chin.
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This is actually true! Keito is referring to Morozoff Ltd. You can read more about it here + here (this page is in japanese)
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I’m doing a lot for the Valentines part of gregstophe week ( a lot for me :’) )
So it’ll be probably realllyyy late but here’s a dip thought because dip
I’ve seen some opinions and portrayals of who is smarter, Pip or Damien or how both of them aren’t, but looking at the Damien episode, it’s clear to kinda think Damien’s probably emotionally intelligent and people smart but Pip is probably very book smart. In his episode, Damien just sorta shows more when it comes to emotions then Pip, in the sense of self reflection and realizing why he isn’t liked instead of what some kids do of just “well obviously everyone else is the problem/don’t know why they don’t like me”, which with a character like Damien you could probably expect such a thing. As well as figuring out a way to get the kids to like him and seeing Cartman kinda has serious issues. It’s all minor but comparing it to Pip who in all fairness probably gave up internally with people a long time ago, is a lot and shows a lot in their specific dynamic. Pip I’d definitely say is more book smart just because he’s an exchange student, needing to be smart to probably even be one and I believe has had to be in summer school, and most likely in situations can be more tactical and think, but only with a lack of other people around. He has no sense of self worth and stays passive and is desperate to please and be accepted, he kinda checks out and doesn’t think about what he does or say or the other children when it comes to being liked or getting approval (something Damien is able to do and does have a feel of worth in a way?). BUT when playing Charlie’s Angels, he’s able to use his archery to good use which he didn’t do for approval or praise but because he’s able to loom at this kind of situation and figure it out. Not to mention with Estella he kinda doesn’t take a different approach to helping her be sort of convinced she has a heart, but that’s sorta gripping at straws for me.
It’s been a minute since I’ve looked at pip episodes (I know Damien’s by heart I even read the script.) so there’s things I could very much be incorrect about or misremembered, missed in general but my headcanon basically is Damien is more emotionally and probably street smart, while Pip is book smart and this is my reasoning for it…but when they’re together they both cancel each other out and become stupid or bring up a hard thing for each of them to see.
This was longer than I intended but thank you for coming to my little analysis of paper cutout children.
#SCREAMS I should’ve shared this thought on dip day#I don’t make a lot of posts like this because half the time I don’t know what I’m talking about and I’m scared of people but#I miss them#v rambles#south park#sp pip pirrup#sp damien thorn#pip pirrup#damien thorn#pip x damien#sp dip#south park headcanons#headcanon#long txt post#I don’t feel like cutting it
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Next year’s treasure: a fucking elevator
So, Arven carries a lot of supplies with him. He’s got a weird relationship with gender where he’s definitely a guy, but finds himself relating more to terms like Eldest Daughter Syndrome and Mom Friend. He doesn’t consider himself particularly gender nonconforming; at least, not on purpose. He just thinks the binary of gender roles is stupid and he wants to opt out.
Why is it a gendered trait that he raised himself, that he shows affection for his friends by making sure they’re well fed because his mom and dad were never around to cook for him? Why is it a gendered trait that behind the uncaring facade he puts up, he's actually quite anxious, especially after what happened to mabosstiff, and he likes to be prepared for any situation? Why is it a gendered trait that he doesn't expect anyone else to take care of him, doesn't want to be taken care of as much as he desperately craves it, and keeps all his baggage, emotional and physical, to himself?
Still, it’s heavy. It’s a lot to carry around, especially up the stairs.
So, Penny is exhausted. All the time, actually. Her therapist says it’s a trauma response, that all of her energy goes towards processing and healing from the bullying she endured, and she’s been nearly a shut-in for so long that her constitution is shit.
And then there's her transition-- objectively, coming out of her shell and coming out to her parents was a net positive. Back in the days when her denial was at its peak, she buzzed her hair short, trying to prove something to herself, to her bullies. Looking back, that haircut feels like an act of violence against herself, but now she is growing it out, and has to admit she feels cute more days than not.
Dysphoria still flares up from time to time, but Penny's got a cute backpack, a skirt and patterned leggings, a knack for wearing just enough eyeliner to make people question if she's wearing makeup or just has pretty eyes. Right now, her gender goals are Just Some Girl. And she's getting there. She doesn't need to be some exaggerated model of femininity, she's just another girl in the crowd, kinda cute but not in a way that stands out.
But now that her body is running on estrogen, now that she's no longer literally running from her problems, her muscle mass...well. It's seen better days. She'd like to maybe build up her stamina, but school makes it hard.
Especially those damned stairs.
So, Nemona is disabled. The compression sleeve normally keeps it under control, but it's an aid, a tool, not a cure or a perfect fix. Her gross motor coordination with that arm isn't good enough for a lot of sports, she struggles to throw pokeballs, and it gets sweaty and gross sometimes, which is unpleasant.
The specifics of it are, basically, a somewhat benign growth on her blood vessels will swell up and press uncomfortably against the nerves if she's not careful. It's not hurting much for now, and she knows her limits, but she's sort of looking forward to the day she's old enough to get it surgically fixed. She's got to wait until her body is fully developed for that-- something about pediatric surgery being a risky endeavor-- and honestly, that's okay. Makes sense to her.
She knows her limits, knows what kinds of exercises she can do without exacerbating her bad arm, and she's got more hobbies than battling. She's got friends to hang out with, friends who understand, even. So most days, she's fine with being a little disabled. There are worse fates out there, and it's taught her how to get creative and work around limitations to find solutions.
But some days, she resents it. Because her arm is always throbbing with pain by the time she makes it up the academy stairs.
So, the new transfer student is something of a force of nature. Defeating titans, collecting gym badges, and sweeping through Star bases like it’s nothing. Everything has changed since their arrival, like a revolution in process, and by the look in their eyes, everything's going to keep changing, and for the better.
Those stairs never stood a chance.
#pokemon scarvi spoilers#pokemon arven#pokemon penny#pokemon nemona#FUCK THE ACADEMY STAIRS ALL MY HOMIES HATE THE ACADEMY STAIRS#crossposted from discord messages because sometimes that's how i tell stories to my friends like we are cavemen sitting around a fire#primal human urge to tell story to the homies.
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[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 8
[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]
Rei: Well, whatever. If there’s nothin’ we can do, should we leave the “vampires” alone then?
Koga: No. Hasumi-senpai has prohibited anyone from enterin’ this livehouse if they haven’t applied to the student council and received approval for their unit.
Don’t really get it but, if you break the rules you’re gonna get punished, so.
But the “vampires” are just gonna ignore that ‘n keep on causin’ havoc.
Hasumi-senpai was sayin’ somethin’ about settin’ up a DreFes so we can put an end to those guys once ‘n for all.
That’s why I’m out here practicin’.
Rei: A Drefes… Is it like a live showdown? Doesn’t really sound dream-like.
Koga: Even if the DreFes takes place ‘n we win, what happens next?
Are the rotted idols at our school gonna suddenly have a moment of introspection ‘n say “from this point forward, I’m going to take my idol activities seriously!”?
Rei: That’s the plan, I guess. A rotted corpse can’t become a living human again though.
But. The DreFes is part of school regulations. From what I’ve seen, rules say that if they keep losin’ they’ll be disqualified from bein’ idols.
Their grades get worse ‘n worse, and since they’re not fit t’be a student at our school anymore, they’ll be suspended or expelled.
Bouzu’s just tryna find an excuse t’exile the delinquents, or “vampires” from school.
Koga: Nn, that’s still kinda a roundabout way of doin’ things… Can’t he just use the very fact that they are delinquents to kick ‘em out? That’s bad enough on its own.
Not much point in him goin’ out of his way t’set up a live showdown.
Rei: There’s a high percentage of Yumenosaki students, especially those on the idol course, that come from respectable families. That includes me.
That’s why the schools been turnin’ a blind eye to all their misconduct.
The entire industry is on the decline, and strugglin’ Yumenosaki needs nutrients to survive– needs money to survive.
No matter how irritatin’ and rowdy they are, it’s not as simple as just throwin’ them out.
That’s Yumenosaki’s fatal flaw. No matter how sick it is, ‘n how much it’s hurtin’, it’s not as simple as just removin’ the defective organs.
On the flip side, the schools been desperately tryna cover up any student scandals ‘n protect them from it.
That’s why the “vampires” are still out here, enjoyin’ their youth. So, what do you think? Pretty revolting story, right?
Koga: I guess… Is money really everythin’? Adults always say that it is.
Is money more important than justice? There’s people out there who have been brought t’tears ‘cos of those delinquents, there’s people who feel like shit even though they haven’t done anything wrong.
Why do people who do bad things laugh ‘n point fun at people who do good things?
It’s weird, Sakuma-senpai.
Rei: Yeah. You realise with age that that’s just how the world is, and you learn to ignore it.
So, if you can, help Bouzu to get rid of these delinquents like he’s planned.
Koga: Th-then, you’ve got to take part too! If Sakuma-senpai is on our side, we’ll have the strength of a hundred people!
Let’s do this! Let’s defeat the delinquents with our music!
Rei: Hm~... When you ask me like that, I go all weak.
Ahaha. I don’t think there’s a fix for this sort of thing…maybe I’ve got an incurable disease.
Koga: Y-you’re sick Sakuma-senpai? Then don’t force yourself t’do anythin’...?
Rei: Don’t worry, it’s more of a mental problem.
Right then. Take me t’where Bouzu is, so I can help him too.
I’ll stand on stage.
Koga: Hah! Fuck yes~! If you’re on our side, we won’t lose to anyone ♪
Rei: But. I’m not the type t’break my promises, so I can’t be on the same side as Bouzu who beat me in the Deadmanz live.
That’s why I can’t stand on the stage as his ally. If I do show up, I’ll be in a different unit to him. That’s the only way I’ll perform.
So. If you’re gonna stand on the stage, you gotta pick. Me or him, Oogami Koga-kun.
Koga: That’s, I’m… This ain’t the time to be stubborn. We should band together so we can defeat those delinquents ‘n then—
Rei: Nope~, no can do. This ain’t some heartwarmin’ story. I’m not breakin’ my promise. Not again.
A promise was made. And he lost.
We’ve said our goodbyes. Our paths will never cross again. We will never stand on the same stage again, with the same goals in mind.
Koga: ...
Rei: Yet I stood with him! We have performed together countless times! I'm sorry about how rash I was back then…!
Koga: True. And in the end, I chose t’stand with you, Sakuma-senpai.
Rei: It feels as if Hasumi-kun bestowed you upon me. He was serious, so I couldn’t break my promise.
He said that since he had formed a new unit, AKATSUKI, and per the rules, could not belong to more than one unit at a time.
In the end, Hasumi-kun acted as a supporting figure, working behind the scenes whilst we fought on the front lines to vanquish the delinquents.
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And It Lasted - Dylan O'Brien
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Summary : During your first day as a 7th grader, you meet a boy who seems as lonely as you but little did you know, he's going to be the most important person for you.
Warnings : Fluff, feeling lonely, mention of pregnancy, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first langugage, tell me if I missed any warnings.
Word count : 1k
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Contrary to popular belief, life is tough when you’re twelve, especially when you have no one to talk to. Your shyness has always stopped you from making friends. You always struggle to talk to new people and they don’t come to you either because they already have a group of friends. You have the feeling you’ll never fit in your school in Los Angeles. You really feel lonely, but you’ll get used to it, right ? At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.
It’s the beginning of your seventh grade today and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling sick in your stomach. Every new school year, you’re afraid the teacher is going to ask you to introduce yourself in front of everyone. You hate it. You always feel stupid when doing so.
As you expected, the students meet each other and talk about their holidays while you wait in a corner, alone. You look at some friends groups, thinking they’re lucky to have people to count on. You wish you had the same chance.
You keep looking around you when you see a boy on his own, too. His face seems unfamiliar and it looks like he knows no one as well. Maybe that’s your chance to talk to him ? You’ve come to realise not doing anything doesn’t help you. You think maybe you should talk to him at least once, even if you’re not close after that, at least you would have tried and that’d be a good thing, right ?
You take a deep breath and walk to the boy. He has brown hair and an upturned nose. The closer you get, the more you can see his moles on his face, you think it’s cute. When you’re in front of him, you smile at him timidly.
“Hey, I’m Y/N.” You say, nervously.
“I’m Dylan.”
You were hoping he’d keep talking. You guess you’ll have to do it yourself.
“You’re new here ?”
“Yes, I moved in about two months ago.” He informs you. “Are you new, too ?”
“No, I’ve always lived here.”
Then, there’s a new awkward silence. It’s really complicated to have a conversation with someone you don’t know.
“Where did you live ?” You ask, desperately hoping he’ll keep talking to you.
“In New-Jersey. It’s very different from here.”
You think you used all of your social battery for the day. You don't know what other questions to ask. You’re already embarrassed. Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to him. You’ve never succeeded in making friends before, why would it be different now ?
“You know, if you want to meet your friends, I’ll understand.” Dylan tells you, nervously playing with his fingers. “They’re probably waiting for you.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not gonna happen.”
“Would you like it if we sat next to each other in class ?” He wonders and you smile.
“I’d love that.”
As you agreed, you sit next to Dylan while the teacher explains what you’re going to learn this year. You’re happy to see it’s going well with Dylan now. Maybe you didn’t have a deep conversation, but it’ll get better. You don’t want to get your hopes too high though, but you’d love to be friends with him. He seems like a nice and sweet boy.
“To get to know each other more, I’d like you to stand up in turn and say something about yourselves, such as your name, your age, your hobby or something else, if you want to.” The teacher orders with a smile.
Seeing the look Dylan gives you, you quickly understand that he thinks exactly like you. He absolutely doesn’t want to do what the teacher asked. You both wait for your turn with dread. Before you know it, it’s almost your turn. You’re praying it’ll end soon. Dylan speaks before you.
“My name is Dylan, I’m twelve and I love baseball.”
“What’s your favorite team ?” Mr.Walker asks, interested.
“New York Mets.”
“Great team, but not as good as the Dodgers.” The teacher teases. “Your classmate turns now.”
“I’m Y/N, I’m also twelve and I love to draw.” You stutter.
“What do you like to draw ?”
“Everything, I don’t really have a preference. I’m still trying to find my style.”
“Very good.” He smiles at you. “Come on, next one.”
In the end, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Mr.Walker knows how to put you at ease and you think he’s the kind of person to always see the good in everyone. He doesn't seem like the kind of teacher who puts you down, you feel like he’s gonna bring the best out of you.
For the rest of the day, you get to know Dylan more and you become less shy, just like him. On second thought, you might have found a new friend. You hope it’ll last because he seems like a nice person.
And it lasted. Dylan has been a part of your life for the past fourteen years now and you’re really grateful to life for putting him on your path. Since you met him, things have been easier. You’ve become less timid and you've got more and more friends, even if your friendship with Dylan is still the most important one.
Speaking of which, you look at him coming your way with a big smile. He’s been shooting for the past months, but he’s been home for a few days, just on time. Once he’s close to you, he sits down next to you on the couch and delicately puts his hand on your round belly. Your little girl seems to have felt her dad’s presence because she starts kicking you.
“Hey baby. It’s daddy.” He says with a cute voice. “Your daddy came home for your birth. Daddy is happy to see you’ve waited for him to show your little face.”
“Daddy doesn’t have to talk about him in the third person.” You tease him.
“But daddy is gonna keep talking about him in the third person because he knows mommy finds it cute, even if she says otherwise.” Dylan contradicts you, smiling.
“I love you, idiot.” You tell him.
“I love you, too, Y/N.”
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Alright some thoughts on Cortex. Along with some of the other villains.
If I can take a step back from the Crash fandom for a minute, Imma try to be quick, so I’ll be blunt...if there had to be a main villain worse than the others, even worse than Tropy, I’d have to say...Cortex. If you take a good look at how the team acts I’ve just realized...the way they act kinda makes me think he’s the reason why Gin and Tropy are the way they are now (Pretty obvious he’s the reason Brio got carried away with saying that he invented pretty much everything).
Look at Brio. He’s the one who’s invented most of the machines and animals yet Cortex takes all the credit instead of complimenting him on...anything. Cortex has mistreated him all these years and it’s pretty clear he wants NOTHING to do with him anymore and I hope he get’s to be on the Bandicoot team again. And stays there.
Gin....was hired after Brio quit. He sounds alright in the tapes. Kinda crazy but I don’t think he’s acted as crazy for Cortex at the time as he does now. We’ve seen him crazy for Cortex’s praise in most of the games yet Cortex clearly didn’t learn his lesson and still mistreats him whenever he wants to (Which is all the time). He’s lucky Gin hasn’t snapped....yet. Gin will stand up for him no matter what. For what reason? Who knows...maybe he’s desperate for a friend with how he’s acted towards Crash in CTTR. He’s made it clear in that game that he just wants friends. Even if he wants to be friends with Cortex’s enemy.
N. Tropy. Man...having some time to think it over, I can’t blame him for wanting to get rid of him. I’d say good on him for teaming up with someone else...even though it is with another version of him...I guess...So Tropy worked with Cortex BEFORE Brio I think? Brio did say something about him calling and Cortex pretty much wanted nothing to do with him. For what reason? Who knows. I mean why would you screw up your chances with someone who can control time and stuff??? But then again this is Cortex...who’s very egotistical and pretty much thinks he’s better than everyone else. I think whatever happened between them was what made Tropy snap and started doing what Cortex was doing to him. What goes around, comes around. He wanted to show Cortex that he’s not as AMAZING as he thinks he is. We always see Cortex feeling sorry for himself but never the N. Team.
And what about Nina? He cut off her hands and it’s pretty clear she’s upset about it. He did it to keep her evil and make her hate cute things, yet that doesn’t seem to stop her from trying to pet animals or being friends with them. I’d say all it’s doing is getting in the way of her work and hate her Uncle even more(She cares about him a little bit but hates him for what he did). Yes the metal hands are helpful for other stuff like traveling or fighting but how many times did those malfunction and destroy something she was trying to work on?
Uka Uka. I can see why people hate him for how he treats Cortex but I just can’t blame him. I’d say he deserved it. He’s not as hateful as most people in the fandom say he is either. Look how he treats Nina. He’s so CALM and he’s actually respectful towards her. He’s had HIGH hopes for Nina over Cortex and the others. Besides Tropy and Tiny. In Mind Over Mutant, most of the students in Nina’s new School have more respect for Uka Uka than they do for Cortex. We’ve seen even mutants in COTT feel sorry for Uka Uka. A little mad at him but they still genuinely felt sorry for him because he was...I think one of them said he was going a “Downward Spiral”? I think that’s what it was? And he “Lost a lot of weight” because of the tree body he uses. Whatever he’s doing to himself effects whatever form he’s in when he uses the E-Volvo Ray. The mutants that work for Uka have more common sense than the rats that work for Cortex do. They don’t sound like they’re hypnotized whenever they talk about Uka, they actually sound honest. They don’t overly praise him or anything. Even Nina and most of the others like him. I hope Uka’s not the main villain, I hope he finds some way to get The Elementals to be good guys and get them on Team Bandicoot. He does seem like he misses Aku Aku in Twinsanity.
Dingodile. What’s there to say? He made the right choice. He’s happier in his cook shop and he’s probably dating Tawna.
Pinstripe? Nothing yet. No idea what he’s up to now. Same for most of the other villains that used to work with Cortex that ran off.
Cortex is a liar, he’s selfish, and arrogant. I’m not sure what’s in store for him. He’s shown to feel sorry for himself most of the time. Only time he’s seen to be good is when he’s saving Nina from harm. That’s it. He sometimes talks good about her but I don’t see him being happy for her if she decided to be a part of the hero team. Oh and he sent Nina to a School where she was miserable just because Uka Uka wanted her as Cortex’s replacement and then went after him next. Just to show off that he was the better villain than both of them. It’s not like Nina put Cortex in danger or anything. I’d say she kept him safe from getting destroyed by Uka Uka. Sure Uka could’ve destroyed him then and there but he cares about Nina and wouldn’t do that to hurt her since he’s the only family she’s got. So, yes, Cortex acts good sometimes but he only teamed up with Crash just to defeat Tropy...and in the end, he betrayed them. He can’t stand the thought of ANYONE, not even Nina, being better than him or taking over the world before him. Did Crash REALLY need Cortex’s help with all this? They could’ve asked for Brio’s help. They could’ve been like “No thanks, we’d rather team up with Brio than risk getting betrayed by you again” he’s got all the cool potions and stuff.
I think that’s all I got for now.
#Neo Cortex#Crash bandicoot#N. Tropy#N. Gin#Nina Cortex#N. Brio#Uka Uka#Aku Aku#The Elementals#Coco bandicoot#Dingodile#Tawna bandicoot
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Martin Evershed x reader - making it up to you
Please do part four where pregnant Reader goes in labor and when she gives birth her ex comes back wanting to get them back, but Martin stands up to him and tells him to fuck off? Maybe a funny scene where Oscar said he'll report Martin to the school for swearing. - Anon 💜
Part four:
Oscar was at lunch when he got the call that you were going into labour, and without thinking he sprinted away from his friends and down the hallways.
He dodged students and teachers alike, trying to get to the front of the school as fast as he possible could and skidded to a halt in reception.
Slamming his hands on the desk, he gasped for air as he held a finger up telling the receptionist to wait.
“Is… Mr Evershed in…?” He wheezed out.
“Yes yes, he’s in his office.”
Oscar nodded and rushed in, slamming the door open, hands on his knees as he carried on trying to catch his breath.
“Oscar? What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
“(Y/N)… hospital…” was all he managed to gasp out.
“Right car now. Let’s go.”
Oscar nodded and ran into the car park, waiting for the headteacher to run after him and towards a car.
Martin drove them as fast as he could to the hospital and as he got out of his car to get a parking ticket sorted so he could park there Oscar was practically bouncing next to him.
“Hurry up!”
“Okay Oscar I can only go as fast as the machine.”
“Just hurry!”
Oscar tugged at Martins arm as he put the ticket back in his car, and the moment it was locked he was practically being pulled to the hospital.
They had to wait in the waiting room for someone to come talk to them about you and both of them were nervously pacing.
“She’s in labour right now, I’ll keep updating you and when’s she’s ready you can see her.”
“Can Mr Evershed go in to be with her so she’s not alone?” Oscar asked.
The doctor shook his head.
“Unfortunately not, only the father or partner can be in the room.”
“Perfect that’s me.” A cocky voice said.
They all turned around to see a man walking in with a bag in his shoulder.
“You’re the father?” The doctor asked.
“Yup I am, that deadbeat shouldn’t be anywhere near here.” He snarled pointing at Martin.
“Get out of here Tim, she’s doesn’t want you here.” Oscar growled.
Martin looked at Oscar.
“Ex.” Was all he said.
Martin nodded his head to the boy and turned to the doctor.
“You can’t allow him in, she doesn’t want to see him anymore.”
“I’ll talk with her just to confirm this.”
The doctor rushed away and Martin turned back to your ex with a glare on his face.
“Get lost!” Oscar snapped.
“Oh shut up you ungrateful brat, you’d be in care if I had my way.”
Martin stood in front of your little brother.
“I suggest you leave, and don’t you dare speak to Oscar that way.” Martin snapped.
“Oh shut it, don’t act like you know the brat, bet you don’t even know why he’s in his sisters care. He’s an ungrateful little bastard, and she’s stupid for taking him in.”
Martin stepped forward a little.
“He’s a good kid, and you shouldn’t be speaking about him like that. You shouldn’t be here at all.”
“Please what did you offer them? Money? Housing? Lord knows they’re both desperate for someone in their lives.” Tim scoffed.
“Will you just fuck off? Alright? Leave them both alone because they’re way better without you anywhere near them.”
The doctor came back out and stepped between the pair.
“Right (Y/N) has confirmed that you’re not to be in that room or anywhere near the baby, so I suggest you leave before we call the police.”
Tim scoffed and shook his head.
“Whatever, I was only here for the baby.”
He left and the doctor turned to Martin and Oscar, smiling at them.
“She’s doing well, we’re nearly there and so far everyone seems to be happy and health.”
“Thank you for the update.” Martin smiled.
The doctor left again and he sat down in one of the chairs while Oscar sat opposite, a little smirk on his face as he leant forward.
Martin rose a brow.
“What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such language in my life Martin Evershed, absolutely disgraceful. I think I should report you to the school for saying such things in front of my young ears.”
Martin scoffed a little shaking his head as he leant forward as well.
“Right, and I’ll just file your absence papers as unauthorised and each day you miss school is a day in isolation when you’re back.”
Oscar whistled.
“Someone plays mean, damn.”
Martin smirked a little, leaning back in his chair.
“I’ve been at this longer then you buddy, I’ll win.”
“I’ll get you old man mark my words.”
“Hey, I’m still your headteacher.”
“Nah, you’re just some guy seeing my sister.”
“Right, right. And you’re still gonna come after me?” Martin smirked.
Oscar shrugged with a little grin.
When he saw his teacher stand up he stood up and spun around and they were ushered down the hallways.
They were led into your room and while Oscar went to peak at the baby’s bed, Martin walked over and leant over the bed, placing a kiss to your forehead.
“You’re here…” you smiled tiredly.
“Yup, and I’ve got you some presents.”
He reached into his pockets, putting your favourite drink on the bed and some chocolate and you smiled.
“You remembered… I was joking…” you laughed softly.
“You said you wanted them, you got them.” He smiled.
You sat up with his held and looked over at Oscar, who was admiring the sleeping baby.
“There’s two over there.” You called.
“Two?!” He whisper yelled.
You nodded and got up, walking across the room you turned his head to just above the cot, showing another one and he jumped up and down excitedly before rushing over.
Martin walked over, standing next to you.
“Wow, they’re big.”
“What can I say, I grow em right.” You laughed softly.
You pointed to the baby in front of Oscar.
“That’s Luca, and this one is Lea.”
“Beautiful names.” Martin smiled.
Oscar turned to you.
“He’s awake can I hold him please!” He begged.
Laughing, you walked over and picked Luca up, getting your brother to sit down you carefully handed him the baby and walked over to Lea, picking her up.
Martin got you a chair and you sat next to Oscar.
Martin crouched down, resting his arms on your legs as he looked up at you with a smile and you smiled brightly back.
You were a mess, exhausted, but seeing you with that smile was all he could ever ask for.
“Wanna hold her?” You asked.
“Is that okay?”
“No I’m just going to get you to hold her so I can call security. Of course it is you goose.”
Martin laughed and stood up, letting you pass Lea over and she grumbled a little but stayed asleep.
You stood up to stretch.
“Thanks for not letting Tim through by the way.”
“I’d do it again.” Martin smiled.
Oscar took his eyes away from his nephew and looked at you, a grin creeping on his face.
“Mr Evershed said bad words in front of me (Y/N).”
“Martin! He’s a boy!” You scolded.
Martin opened his mouth but quickly closed it.
“Sorry…” he smiled sheepishly.
Laughing, you shook your head at him and walked over, placing you hand on his cheek as you pat it before getting back on the bed.
“I swear at him all the time I don’t really care.”
Martin rolled his eyes and looked at Oscar who went back to admiring the little baby and he smiling down at the little girl who was looking at him
#Ackley bridge#Ackley bridge x reader#Ackley bridge x you#Ackley bridge imagine#Martin evershed#martin evershed x reader#Martin evershed x you#Martin evershed imagine
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Home WIP ask. Also also! Did you ever meet any of the Smith grad students at Smith? I find it really interesting that it has grad programs coming from someone who also went to a SLAC — I went to Vassar lol and they were all about undergrad stuff there
My tap teacher was a dance grad student but other than that, I only remembering meeting an alum of the school for social work while canvassing. The grad school wasn't right with the undergrad campus. It did feel like a whole separate world. But there were some at commencement and it was funny seeing so many guys because Smith is still all women*. We heard about the school for social work a bit because it's pretty well-known I guess but that was it!
Seven Sisters though!!
*There are some students with other gender identities but it's officially all women and still mostly women.
WIP ask:
Home is a Daniel Pierce POV fic I wrote a while ago, but I decided I want to incorporate it into a slightly bigger fic about Daniel Pierce throughout the show (ideally the first in a series about someone back home for each character: Peg, Louise M, Lorraine, Louise B, etc.) and there is one scene in particular I really want to write and add before I post it anywhere.
Snippet:
“When do you leave?”
Hawkeye stares at the table. A sturdy piece of craftsmanship, natural maple, nearly thirty years old but as good as new. A good table will last you a lifetime, he’d said to his infant son, bouncing him gently in his arms. Most babies would have been sleeping, but Ben—he wasn’t Hawkeye, then—had been awake, his watchful blue eyes taking everything in as if he knew his parents were assembling his home.
Hawkeye coughs slightly.
“Two weeks.”
His eyes—still as blue as the day he was born, though Daniel had been warned they would darken—rise slowly to meet his father’s, and Daniel can see everything in them.
“They’re making me a captain,” he says, and smiles a little, as if there’s something funny about that.
“They said I won’t have to fight. I mean—I won’t have to shoot anyone.”
Now Daniel smiles, a little fondly, a little sadly. He’s sort of a laughingstock in this town come hunting season, though the people here respect him too much to be cruel. He’s sentimental. People find it strange, funny, even, his distaste for guns; after all, he calls his son after a sharpshooter.
(“Why didn’t you just put Nathaniel on the birth certificate?” Hawkeye groused once, thirteen and ornery.
“I didn’t name you after Natty Bumppo,” Daniel answered, older and wiser, but just as ornery. “I named you after Hawkeye.”)
It touches him that his son seeks his approval, even now, but he knows the truth. In the army, even doctors are issued guns.
“Do you know where you’re going?” he asks, turning the tack of the conversation away from weapons.
Daniel reads all the papers—the Portland Press Herald and the Bangor Daily News and the Globe, and the New York Times, when he can get it—and he listens to the radio, and he knows there are different jobs for doctors, in a war. There are hospitals, he thinks desperately, hopefully. Maybe Hawkeye can ride out his service on the relative safety of a US army base.
His son’s lips purse into an O, as if to say, petulantly, Korea, but he stops himself.
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If you believe the lies I tell (Snowjanus fic Chapter Six)
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Chapter Six: Croissants
Word Count: 4,583
Festus takes up Sejanus’ role in bothering Coriolanus Snow with food.
He’s much, much more terrible because he does it in public. Festus is a very open and loud person, always draws a crowd in even if there are backstabbers amongst them. To why he started sharing baked goods like they’re back in primary school, he shrugs it off with a smile. Festus is being spontaneous and goofy, always friendly to his peers. No one bats an eye because it’s clear what his intentions are.
Persephone Price.
He has been a lovesick fool for the pretty girl since their playground days. It’s easy to fall for Persephone, believing that she can do no wrong. But Coriolanus knows otherwise, he knows of a cold day where families desperately needed food.
If Festus knew, would he still pursue her? Do all of this to impress her?
Depends how lovestruck the fool is but he’s also doing this to mess with Coriolanus’ life.
“So, first Sejanus and now Festus.”
Clemensia is smarter than most to suspect something. Then again, she’s the only one to know this pattern links him in the middle.
“They’re friends now,” he explains scornfully. “Sejanus must have told Festus to annoy me.”
“By annoy, do you mean give you food?” He glares at her. “Oh come on, Coriolanus, this isn’t the worst courting an alpha can do. A little strange, definitely not traditional, but not terrible.”
“It’s not courting, it’s Sejanus putting himself on the stupid moral high ground or feeding his alpha pride or-“
“Or none of the above.”
Like the day before, Festus arrives at the school’s main lobby to deliver snacks to his classmates, starting with Coriolanus Snow.
“Good morning Festus,” Clemensia greets with fake joy, which is more platitude than Coriolanus is willing to do.
“Clemensia, Coriolanus,” Festus nods with all the manners his parents hoped he would ever use, “I see we’re talking about my baking instructor. Wanna try these croissants?”
The exaggerated accent alone would’ve made Coriolanus barf but there is nothing in his stomach to puke. Festus presents him a warm, buttery pastry where chocolate melts between the layers.
“You actually made this?” Clemensia is genuinely awed, examining it a little too closely.
Just seeing her moving in on his food has Coriolanus possessively taking the croissant and getting a bite in.
True to the smell, it’s rich and light and Coriolanus has to force himself to eat it calmly.
“It’s good,” he admits with disdain.
“Cool, I didn’t make it.” Festus winks at him.
Lowly, Coriolanus whispers, “I will smear this all over your uniform.”
Matching him, Festus whispers back, “Imagine doing that to Sejanus’ face.”
“Again, I think this is the strangest flirting I’ve seen,” Clemensia, not whispering, had to push the boys away from each other. She turns to Festus and demands, “Why are you doing all of this?”
Festus has the decency to glance around cautiously. The lobby is full of students chatting or preparing before classes start. There is this type of privacy in a crowd, everyone in their own worlds until someone else’s drama gets eye catching.
“Okay, the ones without chocolate, I did make. That one? All him, but I haven’t told him that I’ve been giving them to you. I figured I could do something nice for the both of you.”
Coriolanus does not buy into any of this, none of it makes sense. These two alphas are either too nice for their own good or they are killing him with kindness.
“How kind of you, Festus,” He said seriously with a bit of grit. “You can stop being oh so kind now.”
He hates the look Festus and Clemensia share, displeased at his attitude, as if he’s being ungrateful. That’s utterly wrong, he has never asked for anything from these people. Coriolanus never showed them any opportunity to get any sort of power over him. Only Sejanus caught him with so much bad luck.
Festus will never understand, proven by how he defends himself, “Look, Coriolanus, I’m only meddling because Sejanus promised to be gone for the week. He didn’t deserve that and he actually likes you.”
“No he doesn’t, he likes thinking he’s doing a good thing.” Coriolanus took a page out of Festus’ book and poked the alpha in the chest, “Now, it’s you thinking you’re doing something nice. None of this is actually for me.”
Much like Sejanus, Festus stares at him with big sad eyes. It's unbearable. “Is that what you really think?”
“There’s no other reason,” Coriolanus glares at him, daring him to spew more self-flatteries. “Why would he possibly like me?”
Coriolanus regrets asking that question out loud, it makes him sound so pitiful and heartbroken. More than that, it makes him genuinely curious as to why Sejanus Plinth is doing all of this.
It could be an attraction but Coriolanus denies it. No, the only conclusion he could think of is that Sejanus is doing this to feel like every other alpha in this school. Trying to date someone out of the need to feel loved.
“You’ll have to ask him that, Coriolanus,” Clemensia said. “You won’t be convinced by us.”
Us, she says, like there’s already a division between him and the closest person he calls a friend.
He shifts his glare on to her, betrayed, “You’re on his side now?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. Coriolanus, I know you’re a very private person but it must be important that someone finally caught your eye. Many others would try to date you but you never gave them the time of day.”
“Oh so it’s my fault?” He snaps.
“I mean, kind of.” Festus shrugs, “I guess it’s mostly the scent blockers.”
He quickly pushes the confusion off his face and says, “I use scent blockers to contain my scent, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Seeing how Festus’ bluntness isn’t helping, Clemensia explains clearly, “That’s true but it also means you have a hard time reading scents. Coriolanus, a lot of people do like you but never gotten any signal back so they left you alone.”
His frustrations are genuinely paused at that. Anything involving their dynamics and scents, he doesn’t acknowledge it beyond his family. Ever since it became a free commodity provided by the school, he takes scent blockers on the daily. It’s just another armor piece.
The only times he gives anyone’s scent any attention is if they are abrasive, like what Arachne once did.
Yet the scent of nutmeg was always an afterthought, the signature at the end of a love letter.
Coriolanus stares at the croissant still in his hands.
“Sejanus hasn’t baked us anything since the first time we all met,” Festus gestured with his small basket of pastries. “He doesn’t like any of us. I begged him to teach me. He’s only ever been nice to you, Coriolanus.”
“No, he hasn't. He's needy and a pushover.”
“Only for you. Think about it.”
He tries. It’s not easy to recall every moment of Sejanus because he’s always blurred in the background of Coriolanus’ life. Sejanus stopped trying to make friends once he realized everyone was a pack of snakes and wolves. Yet Coriolanus’ tolerance over the District boy never passed a threshold of hostility. He’d figured that his enemies should pick fights with each other and leave himself out of the bloodshed.
So Coriolanus spared Sejanus of additional torment. Not quite a saint’s act, but surely that cannot be viewed as romantic. That would be pathetic and stupid. Yet Sejanus never actually criticized Coriolanus like their narcissistic peers, nor appeared as bothered to be around Coriolanus than the rest. Sejanus Plinth may see them all as bullies but only because they saw him as an enemy first.
He would never give them any sort of kindness, but for Coriolanus specifically, some things come to mind.
One of his many arguments with Arachne, Coriolanus can’t remember what it was over, but Coriolanus said something that made her red in the face but made their classmates laugh. Sejanus’ laughter was in his ears for hours.
A quiet day in the library. They were studying at different tables, he wasn’t even in Sejanus’ line of sight. Absent-mindedly, Sejanus started to hum. A slow melody that didn’t annoy Coriolanus at all. Instead it lulled him to sleep. He woke up alone, feeling colder than ever.
The first time Sejanus came to school after presenting. Before Coriolanus knew the smell of nutmeg belonged to Sejanus Plinth, he spent the whole day dreaming of pumpkin pies and warm coffee.
Coriolanus realizes that these are not anecdotes that prove Festus and Clemensia right. Instead it’s precious memories where he noticed Sejanus, wanting to notice him. They weren’t the type of gifts to hold but the kind to experience.
He’s so stunned by this revelation that he barely notices when Persephone Price enters their little circle.
“Hello everyone,” She greets and smiles at her friend. “Festus, I found you.”
“Hooray, you found me,” He gives Coriolanus a nervous glance before giving Persephone his complete attention, “I bought croissants today, Percy.”
“Don’t you mean croissants, hmm?”
Their wholesome joy knocks Coriolanus out of his own wholesome thoughts of Sejanus. He groaned out loud from all the mental gymnastics he put himself in.
To no one or everyone, Coriolanus begs, “Kill me. End my suffering.”
Clemensia pats his shoulder, “I think we had a breakthrough.”
He nearly jumps when Persephone smiles at him.
All he sees is a body covered in snow and a hatchet swinging down. It was her father that did it but Coriolanus cannot erase the threads of thoughts linking it all to her and her pretty face. He and Persephone are one of the skinniest in class. A certain amount of weariness clings to their bones, no matter if they manage to eat.
“Oh is that chocolate?”
Coriolanus dumbly holds it up, “Yes, it is.”
Thankfully, she turns away from him and Festus instantly has her attention with his baked goods.
“I made the buttery ones,” he says proudly.
“Croissants are all buttery ones,” she picks one of Festus’ and takes a bite. “It's really soft.” She flips it over and pokes the underside, “I think the butter melted through.”
Festus blinks, “Is that bad?”
“No, it’s still good. Hey, why don’t we go get some fruit before class?”
With a wave goodbye, Coriolanus watches them walk away, wondering how easy they make this all is. Like there’s no complications in just talking with each other.
Wealth and high status is something he can fake until it becomes real.
Trust is an entirely different concept.
Somehow this simple, mundane thing is unachievable for Coriolanus Snow, something he cannot force upon himself to give to others. Yet some unknown part of him extends to Sejanus, without his notice or guard.
“When did my life become a drama?”
“I’d say the moment you noticed Sejanus.”
How very true Clemensia’s words are as he finishes his chocolate croissant. He has to admit, what she said was an eye opener.
Scent blockers do block out his perception of scents, that’s the intended effect. No one is drowning in scents that broadcasts surface level emotions. The very things that are radioactive in the warzone. The Capitol is in a time of peace, away from the dangers of feral natures. It’s why the pills are easily accessible at the nurse’s office.
Coriolanus never saw them as a problem. He doesn’t pay attention to scents in the first place.
Yet somewhere in his head, it chose to single out Sejanus.
It’s not just some instinct from their dynamics, his laughter or sass is entirely his own.
If that is true then his decision to give Coriolanus food is also his own.
It would be so much easier to chalk it all to their natures.
An alpha is meant to defend, a beta is meant to support, and an omega is meant to protect. A cycle of shelter, of nesting into the barebones of community.
That is all a load of bull to Coriolanus Snow because he distrusts everyone he has ever known. He’s been fine without ever scent marking for any friends. Coriolanus knows the anticipating looks on his peers' faces, awaiting for any sign that he approves of them. It always bothered him, their annoying insistence that they needed a mark of their companionship. He was the omega that never initiated this type of tradition and eventually everyone stopped bothering him. They moved on with other friends who enjoyed scent marking.
Only Clemensia was the one to stick around longer than any else. She didn’t give up on him, still trying to reach out to him, even by this day.
“Why…” his hesitation is uncharacteristic, truly a sign that Coriolanus Snow is cracking. He shakes his head, determined to ask, “Clemensia, why is scenting so important to you?”
Clemensia has the gall to smile at him, almost appearing endeared.
They’re once again at the library when school ends, in one of the private study rooms where Coriolanus feels hidden enough to ask such a basic question.
“It makes me feel less lonely, like the world isn’t out to get me.”
“Oh.”
Coriolanus cannot imagine that feeling of peace. The universe is cruel and unfair, there’s no changing that unless there is absolute control. That those in power can enforce cruelty upon others to save themselves.
It’s an extreme way of thinking. If he spoke it out loud, he’d be a paranoid madman. Maybe he truly is exactly that.
Because ever since his mother died, Coriolanus Snow hasn’t known peace and comfort that lasts longer than a second.
Any of that joy is immediately swallowed by envy or rage or despair.
That is what he has learned from starvation.
It’s what he cannot unlearn.
“I know things haven’t been the same since the war ended. Most of us are pretending that we’re all back to normal, me included. Scent marking Lysistrata and my other friends just helps me feel better.”
She says it all so casually, like it’s something Coriolanus is also supposed to know. This is more proof that he’s different from his classmates,
“I always thought scenting would be,” he’s tempted to be honest, say it's all a weakness, but he decides to say, “the opposite. It appeared so territorial and I didn’t want to be claimed as someone else’s.”
“It’s not as arbitrary as that,” she reassures, “I know that Lysie doesn’t have a claim or whatever over me. We’re comfortable where we are at. It’s nothing to be territorial about. More like little reminders of each other.”
It’s similar to how Tigris described scents. Yet that was spoken with disdain, how Tigris was able to make it an emotionless transaction.
Clemensia describes it all too mundane, something as easy as breathing. That it is like exchanging love letters.
It’s all something Coriolanus would never imagine, nothing as peaceful as that is in his dictionary. He feels like a little kid again, unable to understand the world. The difference is that this era of the world is not as violent as it used to be. It could still kill him, nothing can truly starve his paranoia, but it all messes with his mind.
For once he’s not angry, he’s hopelessly envious.
Envy is starvation’s little pet, always there in the core of Coriolanus Snow. It’s a neglected tiny creature that he doesn’t want to acknowledge but it’s now here, eating up all of Clemensia’s words.
She’s always been with him at school, mostly for their grades but Coriolanus slowly accepted that they are friends, even if he can never stop anticipating her betraying him. That hasn’t ever happened yet.
She has done teasing, prodding, and disagreeing with him so far, but Coriolanus can’t imagine a motive for her to ruin him. Clemensia goes beyond his cruel thoughts. It’s starting to wear down something inside of him.
“Clemensia, I know that I’m not really being myself right now, but I really appreciate talking with you.”
This is the most brutally honest he can be with her. He hopes that she knows it because he still is unwilling to tell her any of his real thoughts.
She might leave him if she did.
“Me too, I have never seen you so worked up for anyone.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, “I hate it. I hate all of this.”
“How so?”
“I feel out of control, helpless,” his throat feels dry, almost croaks out, “I’m tired from overthinking every bad thing in my life. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped to think about anything else.”
Because the hunger pains are constant, the jealousy in every blink, and the anger in every breath.
It’s a pathetic existence.
He felt even more so when he recalled those memories of Sejanus. It wasn’t hunger taking over his body, it was depths of an emotion he doesn’t want to name.
“Coriolanus,” her voice beacons him out of his clouded thoughts, “If you want to give scenting a chance, you can always ask me, and if you don’t like it, I’ll never bother you again.” Clemensia rests a hand on his shoulder. “But I think it could really help you.”
For the first time ever, he agrees, “Alright.”
Coriolanus knows how it’s supposed to go. It doesn’t stop him from feeling a bit uneasy when Clemensia scoots closer. Her hand remains on his shoulder but from his tiny nod, it moves up.
She cups the base of his neck, warmth bleeding through his shirt collar. From his twitchiness, the hand remains there, not daring to pull the shirt down for skin contact.
For betas like her, rubbing her wrist near his neck is a sign of trust, of companionship. This close up, he can’t ignore the scent of lavenders. A calming allure that does ease the tension in his muscles.
It’s nothing powerful enough for pack bonding, just a faint wafting over his scent glands. All of it registers Clemensia Dovecote as a friend.
“How do you feel?”
“Less tired, but the same.” She pulls her hand back but he gently catches it. “I still don’t fully understand it all, but thank you Clemensia.”
Their fingers laced together, like they’re little kids on the playground. Clemensia smiles at him and he hopes he mistakes that glint in her eyes as pride. His ego wouldn’t handle one more pitiful face. Yet maybe those brown eyes from before weren’t full of pity. It’s hard for Coriolanus to recognize genuine emotions.
“You don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad you’re actually considering it. I do care about you, Coriolanus Snow.”
She says it but it’s still hard to accept. A part of him wants to will away the doubts. The best he can do is push it aside, to deflect.
“So, you and Lysistrata?”
He expects her to deny it, to be a hypocrite for all the teasing she put him through.
Instead she has a small smile, “We’re taking things slow.”
“I didn’t,” he shakes his head, a bit stunned but mostly confused, “I mean I knew you liked girls but you just never mentioned her before.”
She shrugs, “I didn’t think you’d be interested in talking about dating. You’re not the most romantic person.”
Offended, he says impulsively, “I could be.”
“Yeah but do you want to be? It shouldn't be forced or be the product of a situation.”
“I guess I never found the right person.” Coriolanus reads her barely suppressed grin, the cusps of a teasing. “No, it’s still not Sejanus, I don’t want it to be.”
“Why not him?”
“Because Sejanus is… it’s Sejanus.”
“Excellent argument, Coriolanus. You’ve won this debate.”
“Shut it. I still don’t like him.”
“You like his baking.”
“Semantics.”
“But really, Coriolanus, forget the gifts, forget the Districts and the Capitol, and think. Does Sejanus Plinth matter to you?”
He can’t answer that. Too many things spiral around his mind, from boiling wrath to caged fear, a dizzying conflict that’s been building since the moment he met the boy.
This plagues him for the day. It’s a miracle that he’s home when his scent blockers wear off and it releases his distress into the cold air.
Coriolanus never liked his own scent, it adds to the coldness, too sharp in the nose. The scent of lavenders is nearly gone, diminished by the weight of his stress. It’s no longer binding the little peace he gained from their conversation. His scent alone adds to his frustrations, all trying to answer that damning question.
Tigris finds him pacing in his room.
“Coryo, what’s wrong?”
His first instinct is to lie, to tell her that nothing is happening. Everything is normal while he is not. He’s about to build another wall in his head, lock up the thoughts that've been driving him insane.
All sense of control is lost when Tigris reaches over and cups his face. Her scent of dewy grass, of meadows freshly rained upon, it clashes with his own. It doesn’t warm him but a cold sweat builds and clings on his skin.
His thoughts are madness in his head, breaking out of his gritted teeth.
“What’s wrong?” Coriolanus claws at his shirt, digging wrinkles around his heart. “I'm not the wealthy person Clemensia thinks I am. Or the high-standard snob Festus wants to joke with. Persephone?” A wheezy laugh escapes his dry throat. “I don’t want to know what she thinks of me because I only see the worst things in her.”
Tigris sees through him, smarter than he could ever imagine.
She says the name he’s avoiding, breaking something within him, “And Sejanus?”
Coriolanus wants to pry away from her loving hands, something he doesn’t deserve. There are many things he does not deserve, certainly not gifts from the alpha.
“I hate him,” Coriolanus repeats, “I hate how he knows me. Sejanus made this stupid bet knowing that I’ll win and I did.” He can’t stand the look in Tigris’ eyes, his gaze sets onto his drawer. “I made him go away. I’m terrible to him but…”
Does Sejanus Plinth matter to him?
Yes, Sejanus does matter, but that’s not what’s running rampant in his head.
“…I don’t understand how I matter to him.”
It’s the reverse of Clemensia's question.
He couldn’t tell her the truth, that Sejanus has been feeding him small snacks. Each and every little food matters to him, it all means another day of survival.
But Coriolanus pushed Sejanus away even with the consequences that he would end his charity. Sejanus would understand the power of his money, of his kindness, and how Coriolanus cannot pay that price.
“He’s so kind that it’s pathetic but I rely on it.” Coriolanus shuts his eyes, needing to see darkness and not the reality of his world. “I couldn’t accept any more from him, Tigris. I’ll end up needing him. I won’t be able to let him go.”
The worst part is, Coriolanus thinks it’s already happening.
He kept Sejanus’ little handkerchief next to his mother’s compact.
Nutmeg and roses can lull him to rest and haunt him throughout his wake.
It feels worse than starving.
Coriolanus knows what hunger feels like. It is a familiar entity that lives in him for years.
Drained of energy and sanity, easy to lash out and be more of a mess.
Starving isn’t about helplessness, it’s proof that you are unable to live. It’s dying a little bit more each day. Then out of pure spite and sheer will, force the body to eat at itself. Food won’t instantly heal him, it will only weigh down the spiderwebs in his stomach until they snap. Every bone and tissue of flesh will break down.
The inevitability scares him.
This body isn’t meant to survive, it can only be stalled. Coriolanus’s only way of survival is to distrust everyone outside his circle. He has never learned otherwise. Kindness is hard to swallow when pride bites at the hand that feeds.
“I don’t want to depend on someone who can one day ruin me.”
It’s the loss of control of his own emotions, of owing pieces of himself to someone, of an endless debt he cannot climb out of.
“Coryo.” He feels Tigris lay her head on his collarbone, her hands sliding down to hold on his shoulders. “It’s okay to need things, to need others. I know you’re used to doing everything on your own. You had to lie to your friends about how we live, but they will still care about you. Has Sejanus ever done anything like you’ve feared?”
No.
The daunting truth is that Sejanus Plinth has shown nothing but his best qualities. Coriolanus has pushed at him numerous times and Sejanus has only been gentle and compliant in return.
Still, that can all end because of how much of a paranoid creature Coriolanus is.
There is no such thing as having faith in others.
Only an anxiety that corrupts his mind. It pins down everyone in sight as an enemy, a threat. Everyone except the woman before him.
Coriolanus opens his eyes, overwhelmed by the pure love Tigris holds for him.
“You matter to me, Coryo. Beyond money or food.” Her scent lingers over his neck, easing away the weighty sharpness of his own. “You can’t see how much you matter to Sejanus or your friends. I can’t speak for them but they gave you their scent and you kept it.”
Nutmeg and lavenders, the only scents he has ever accepted outside of his family.
“I couldn’t ask for it,” Coriolanus feels stupid to admit it but it’s what’s real for him. “I couldn’t make myself ask because I didn't want to be close with anyone.”
But he can’t let them go.
It’s a possessiveness that’s under his skin. He doesn’t know if this is innate to all dynamics or it’s unique to his own control-seeking desperation.
“I have to keep performing out there, Ti, make sure that no one hates me or likes me too much. I have to keep being at the top or else…”
It’s easy to imagine the endless starvation, how the cold invites itself into his bones. That is always his worst case scenario, thrusted back into his childhood nightmare of emptiness. With no chance of ever regaining a semblance of his former life.
He’ll end up all alone.
Tigris interprets his fears in a different light.
“Is that why you’ve never had a heat? You don’t trust anyone?”
Heats, a burning sensation akin to a fever but ultimately a phase of utter peace and serenity. Scents get stronger, they emote so much love and tenderness that desires reciprocation.
Omegas can only go into heat when they feel safe.
Coriolanus Snow has never felt safe in his life. He doesn’t know if he ever will.
The usual excuses were on the tip of his tongue. That heats are a waste of time and energy. Simple as that. Life is better off if Coriolanus never knows what that type of warmth and vulnerability feels like. Besides, he never once had any nesting tendencies or any scents to make a nest.
He thinks he has abbreviated those justifications to Tigris before, mostly to point out that they don’t have enough food to cover for it.
But here in, shedding away his armor pieces, Coriolanus is honest to the person who protects him.
“I don’t think I can.”
It’s not shame or anger that sinks into him. Speaking those words out loud made Coriolanus painfully aware of how sad and pathetic he truly is.
Arachne was right, he’s a terrible omega.
He dares not cry at this revelation, no, he’s not that devastated but there is an emptiness craving inside of him. An apathy that is really fear in disguise, telling him that he’s incapable of love and trust.
Tigris’ comfort does little to help, letting her scent overpower his own so that he can stop choking on it.
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Have some Starker fic recs
I went crazy these past ~2 months and read - *checks notes* - over 500 Tony Stark/Peter Parker fics. Here are some of my faves in ascending length order. Stars denote favourite favourites, if that's a thing. Check tags and warnings on ao3.
Edit: this was originally posted in March 2022 & has not been updated/edited with anything new/extra since then.
Length: under 10k
Irish Coffee by textbookchoices
1k+ Peter and his friends go to a house party.
just let me let you down by noctiphany
1k+ “I just think,” Tony starts, "that we should probably get the elephant out of the room before everyone starts buying tickets to the circus.”
Crash Into My Arms by the_me09
1k+ Tony should have known better than to startle Peter.
✭ What The Duck by Kater1n
1k+ Out of all the scenarios that Tony foresaw after publicly shutting down Stark Industries weapons manufacturing, being compared to a baby duck was not one of them.
Decorative by unsettled
2k+ Peter's heard the rumors. Come on, he's had the internet and a huge crush on Tony Stark, even before he actually got recruited by him. So yeah, he's maybe been a bit of a perv once or twice (or a few more times) and has heard that Tony has a penis piercing.
Bragging Rights by textbookchoices
2k+ Peter barely manages to put on the suit before he's swinging across Manhattan. He's not sure how it happened, but Morgan's school called him, practically desperate because they couldn't get a hold of any of his other emergency contacts--Pepper, Tony, Happy, Rhodey, then Peter. That's how it goes, that's the order, and it shouldn't even be able to get to Peter. Peter is a last resort.
red grof by textbookchoices
2k+ “It’s been a long time,” Peter says, finally, his voice hoarse.
The last long lap is the hardest by Anonymous
2k+ He knows what they’re doing is statutory rape, he knows the law, and he’s not stupid.
✭ Eight Minutes by thugcorpseinc
2k+ Peter Parker is just the average college student. The most interesting thing about him is the fact he had miraculously landed an internship with Stark Industries, even if they assured him he'd never actually meet Tony Stark.
written in scandal by Areiton
2k+ “Someone posted your sex tape, kid.”
Peter laughs. “I don’t have a sex tape, Mr. Stark.”
Should old acquaintance be forgot by sublightsleeper
2k+ “I haven’t been able to, at all. Not since.” Peter gestures idly at himself, and Tony takes it to mean ‘since the spider bit me’. “I guess I’m just doomed to never be able to get off again.” When the kid laughs, it���s watery and tense.
“Maybe you’re just not doing it right.”
A Constellation Engages by toucanpie
3k+ When the aliens say it's time to get married, sometimes you just have to get married and let the rest sort itself out.
Changing Outcomes by tuesday
3k+ "Don't fuck this up," Dr. Strange says. Peter forgot to concentrate. He's already fucking this up. He's in a casino somewhere. There's Mr. Stark, except he's younger. He's got his hair slicked back. He's throwing dice and surrounded by women. He looks kind of sleazy, actually. Peter feels a pang of such intense longing that he doesn't immediately move on. He stops and stares from across the room. He tells himself five more minutes.
this one's for the torn down; the experts at the fall by thiefless
3k+ "Hey, kid," Tony said, aiming for quiet nonchalance. "Mind telling me why you're standing on the edge of my five-star hotel?"
playful death threats by RedHorse
3k+ Peter dropped his head into his hands and moaned. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I knocked you up.”
The Scenic Route by lovetincture
3k+ Tony knows what's good for him, and it isn't this.
Or, Tony isn't doing great after the events of Civil War. He does something about that.
a little bit scandalous by pleurer
3k+ “What do you think about dessert? I’m thinking the creme brulee, but—”
“You could eat my ass,” says Peter. "After you've already come inside of it."
Tony sets the menu down on the table with jarring force.
✭ come kiss me stupid, come kiss me sore by lovetincture
4k+ More pre-slashy. "I might have accidentally poisoned myself?" Peter says all in one rush and, okay, shit. Later, Tony would swear there was a sound like a record scratch in his head. Thoughts start piling up like a freeway accident, starting and truncating off into nothing, going Poison Control, now, and fuck, is he on drugs?
friendlyneighborhoodspiderman by thedevilchicken
4k+ Tony needs some distraction. When he finds Peter camming online, he's pretty sure that's not the distraction he meant...but he'll take it.
Me, You & A Tattoo by therogueheart
4k+ Peter gets Tony's name tattooed on his ass after a not-bet with MJ. Really, it was just a matter of time before Tony found out.
we're not there (yet) by thiefless
4k+ “I'm married,” Mr. Stark said, just once: harsh and firm and begging to be torn apart, ripped to shreds.
until you come around again by ambiguously
5k+ Peter goes back to say good-bye.
Worth the World by unsettled
5k+ Valentine’s Day is not Peter’s favorite holiday by a long shot. And it’s not just because he’s a little jealous of everyone else showing off gifts from their partners.
But it’s still really nice that an unknown someone sent him a gift this year. Or two. Or— okay, this is getting out of hand
10 Ways to Woo Your Boo by bloodgutsandstarbucks
5k+ Keen to be seen as worthy of Tony's heart, Peter enlists the help of his friends and the internet in courting his former mentor.
Commencement by merle_p
5k+ And Peter knows that voice. Recognizes it from the voicemail message on his phone that he listens to far, far more often than he ever wants to admit, recognizes it from recordings of public interviews and ridiculous old aftershave commercials he keeps streaming on YouTube during gloomy sleepless nights, recognizes it from his nightmares, from his daydreams, except – except that’s not possible, because, well.
The Right Season by chelicerata
5k+ Tony likes the beach. He likes it just fine. Of course, normally his beach experience involves drinking cocktails in a deck chair while some half-naked pretty young thing cuddles up to him and asks for a sunscreen reapplication.
boy of your dreams, you know what i mean by intoxicatelou
6k+ When Tony decides to take a night for himself with a glass of scotch and a plethora of gay porn spread out all over his holo screens, he doesn’t expect to find an almost artful picture of his protégé’s cock.
Don't Stand (So Close to Me) by phqyd_roar
6k+ Mr Stark has always been a tactile person. Peter likes that Mr Stark always puts an arm around his shoulder or a hand on his back when they walk together. The contact is nice. Peter doesn’t think too much when he leans into these touches and smiles at his mentor.In fact, Peter thinks nothing at all about it until one day he suddenly realizes that Mr Stark has his hand low on Peter’s waist and they’re so close that Peter is pressed against Mr Stark shoulder to hip, as they both lean over the hologram display in Mr Stark’s lab.
✭ 7:56 by Anonymous (A. Non. Collection)
6k+ “You didn’t literally mess with the fabric of time just so we could have a threesome with yourself for my birthday oh my god that’s exactly what you did. You’re insane.”
the sweetest taste i've known by Miyai
7k+ Honestly, Tony should have seen this whole thing coming a long time ago. Hindsight’s a goddamn bitch.
✭ Another Life by InColor
7k+ Tony comes back to a world where everyone's moved on without him. Peter helps.
losing by degrees by Areiton
7k+ “Where is he?” Tony demands again, shriller this time.
save the date by pleurer
7k+ Peter and Tony’s romantic getaway keeps getting thwarted by bad guys. Neither of them are having it, especially not Tony.
✭ attached by pleurer
7k+ Tony gets it, he really does. As far as rebounds go, sleeping with your childhood hero isn't half bad. And if what Peter wants is this— just sex, with no strings attached— then Tony will give him this.
✭ Landslide by spqr
7k+ Peter jumps into the quantum realm with his heart in his throat. He steps out in 2018, on the edge of a lake he still has nightmares about.
A hundred yards away over the water, the lights in the lakehouse are on.
whatever you're thinking about by Anonymous
7k+ “Are you suggesting that we need to plan for some kind of sex pollen bullshit, Romanov? I’m sorry, is this science fiction?”
✭ Geometry by chelicerata
7k+ Tony doesn’t realize anything is wrong, at first.
Fuck Me Yourself, Coward by therogueheart
7k+ "Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, coward."
Wash Off the Dust by orphan_account (thekeyandquill)
8k+ Peter has no desire to return to Venice after his last time there. It's the place he first met Quentin Beck, the beginning of a shit show he doesn't want to remember. But when Tony proposes an impromptu trip, he finds it hard to say no. Once there, the streets are filled with memories, and Peter finds it more and more difficult to keep the secrets he's been hiding from his mentor.
✭ seen the hunger in my eyes from space by LearnedFoot
9k+ It starts with a kiss out of nowhere.
Or: Peter gets everything he ever wanted, but some things are too perfect.
pondus, pondera by spqr
9k+ Peter sells his virginity for $5,000 when he’s fifteen.
Pete's Eats by bloodgutsandstarbucks
9k+ Peter having a YouTube channel where he just drinks wine and teaches people how to cook things if they live in a mediocre apartment. While cooking and drinking he just talks about stuff like memes and school and, most importantly, his undying thirst for Tony Stark.
Length: 10k-30k
Sweet For Me, My Honeybee by garbagesinboy
10k+ Peter's got a sweet tooth, and Tony's got a problem.
In which Peter Parker consumes way more sugar than the average human ever should, and Tony Stark suffers many many boners
✭ Still Right Here by LearnedFoot
11k+ “It’s like The Hunger Games,” Peter concludes, plopping to the ground, cross-legged. “But with aliens.”
“Kid, do I look like a person who read The Hunger Games?”
Or: Tony’s resurrected, but there’s a catch.
Gift of Choice by tuesday
11k+ Tony Stark had a thing about giving Peter stuff.
✭ It Should Be Better by Mireille
12k+ Tony can resist anything except temptation.
Internal by Anonymous (Anon on way to church)
12k+ Whatever the opposite of favoritism is, that’s how Mr Stark treats him.
Seiche by unsettled
13k+ “Hey,” Tony says after a bit, “Peter, we should really talk about this. I mean, I can’t believe I’m saying that because when have I ever wanted to talk about things but eventually you’re going to come out of this and— shit, I have no idea what you’re going to do, kid.”
✭ Obvious by LearnedFoot
13k+ When Peter wakes up, several things become very clear all at once: he’s underground somewhere unpleasant, something is messing with his powers, and his entire body hurts. A lot.
Intertwined by RedLink
13k+ Peter has been secretly in love with Tony for years, it's one of the few constants in his life, actually.
He has it under control though, honestly, and it's pretty harmless really.
Or that's what Peter thinks, until he coughs up his first petal.
✭ For the Cameras by LearnedFoot (at this point, just go read all their fic)
13k+ The mission is going well until Peter kisses Mr. Stark.
Or: In which Peter is very bad at being undercover, but maybe that’s okay in the end.
Take It Slow by tuesday
13k+ There were a ton of reasons dating Peter was a bad idea. Tony loved bad ideas. He was going to do it anyway.
In which Tony thinks they're dating, and then they're dating undercover.
Simple Miscalculations by Sapphic_Futurist
13k+ In which Peter makes a simple mathematical error with unexpected but gratuitous results.
You Bury Me by resurrectedhippo
13k+ “You bury me this time.” May you bury me. May I die before you. Because I love you too much to see you go.
✭ When you say CBT... by feyrelay
13k+ Peter and Tony deal with aging, separately and together. Peter's therapist suggests cognitive behavioral therapy, also sometimes abbreviated as CBT. Kink-related misunderstanding ensues.
the world's a little blurry or maybe it's my eyes by Anonymous
13k+ Four and a half years after he died, Tony Stark is resurrected.
He's definitely not stupid enough to think that everything will be exactly the same as he remembers it, but if there's one thing he can count on, it's the fact that Peter Parker will be deliriously happy to see him. Right?
Wrong, apparently. Very wrong.
✭ Archetype by Anonymous (A. Non. collection)
14k+ Endgame AU where Tony's a little bit more of a mess after he gets back from Titan, and deals with it in (somewhat predictably) terrible ways.
The Truth Is (An Act of Love) by Mireille
15k+ AIM injects Tony with truth serum. Which is utter crap, of course, truth serum only happens in the movies.
Except that he's spilling out a lot of things that he intended to keep secret forever, and to the worst possible person.
✭ Both Ways by LearnedFoot
15k+ As far as Peter knows, he escaped Titan with barely a scratch, and Thanos was defeated before they even got home. But for some reason, Mr. Stark is being very weird about the whole thing…
✭ here is my hand, my heart by belatrix
16k+ Mostly, Tony had tried not to look. He still does. Try, that is. It’s just― it’s getting a little bit harder every day.
Pattern Recognition by Anonymous (A. Non. collection)
16k+ They both know Peter’s unplanned, unannounced visit isn’t so much of a social call as it is a SHIELD directive. Gotta keep an eye on Tony. He quit the team and fucked off to nowhere, Alaska. We’re worried about him. Tony snorts, trying to imagine how that conversation went down. If Peter had accepted it with the same solemn gravity he did when he listened to other mission briefings; if Fury had even bothered to pretend this was official, legitimate Avengers business.
No Hard Feelings by orphan_account (thekeyandquill)
16k+ Nearly a decade after Tony Stark saved the universe with a snap of the Infinity Gauntlet, Peter Parker thinks he's made peace with the loss, and put the past behind him. And then Mr. Stark shows up in his kitchen one night, and it becomes clear that isn't true. What is he supposed to do when his old mentor keeps showing up to interrupt his new life?
✭ Closer to a Prayer by LearnedFoot
17k+ In which Peter's powers turn against him, Mr. Stark is back and suddenly acting kind of weird (and by weird he means flirtatious), and it’s all a lot to handle at once.
Secret Santa, Baby by orphan_account
17k+ Tony never intended to become Peter's Secret Santa. He just sort of stumbles into it. But now that he is, he's going to take advantage of it. Tony's got one week to spoil the kid, one week until Christmas. He just has to make sure that his secret stays secret.
Even When it's Raining, All You Ever Do is Shine by slothy_girl
18k+ “If you’re any more obvious, Tony, the press will have front page features by tomorrow morning,” Pepper murmurs covertly from behind the rim of her champagne glass.
Or, 5 times someone knew how much they mean to each other, and 1 time they knew for themselves.
✭ adult supervision by doveslayer
19k+ Unfinished WIP. Peter Parker should not keep drunk-dialing Tony Stark after midnight. But more pressingly, Tony Stark should not keep answering.
✭ Breaking Point by LearnedFoot
20k+ Because of magic and its complete lack of sense, Tony currently has a splitting migraine that makes it hard to think, a body that aches in places he didn’t know could ache, and—oh yeah—according to Strange, none of that is going away until he gets married to someone.Super, magically, unbreakably married.
✭ Smoke Signals by resurrectedhippo
24k+ It’s an accomplishment for Peter to recreate the scene, constructing life from a set of screws and bolts. But Peter’s always wanted the real thing because plastic hearts are still plastic.
He can pretend it's real though. That's the thing with hubris. If you have technology as your armor, you can play god.
Plus One by bloodgutsandstarbucks
24k+ It's tough work being Peter Parker. Particularly when you're a broke, masked vigilante and you're dating a world-renowned billionaire.
In Defiance of the Stars by OchibaKonpeki
28k+ Peter has accidentally activated a curse. Unfortunately for everyone involved, no one can leave until the terms of the curse are fulfilled.
Length: all the biggies 30k+
✭ From Thy Bounty by feyrelay, natureboy (natureboi)
30k+ Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.
✭ The Leash by downjune
30k+ Peter didn’t know if they talked to anyone else who carried them, but when he had the Infinity Gauntlet tucked under his arm, he could swear the stones were trying to… commune with him. They wanted something from him. Wanted to be used. He wanted to be rid of them.
Until he found Tony Stark leaned against some torn up tree roots and rock. He found Tony dying.
At that point, Peter was ready to bargain.
Piece by Piece by Atanih88
30k+ Three years after the end of the Infinity War, the world prepares to celebrate its third anniversary of freedom. The world doesn't realize that the heroes who fought for them are a little broken. But hey, maybe broken together, is better than broken and apart.
✭ Covet by Anonymous (Anon on way to church)
30k+ Peter has a new boyfriend. Tony starts drinking again, for unrelated reasons.
a game of telephone by vx2
30k+ Mr. Stark died. But then he came back to life. Mr. Stark had brought back the whole universe. And apparently, because the stones suddenly believed in fairness, they had brought Mr. Stark back too. Peter could understand. He could understand a little too well. If the stones had touched Tony, it made sense how they wouldn’t want to let him go.
✭ Better Than by unsettled
40k+ Maybe there isn't really a fixed point where it starts, where any of it starts, nothing Tony can point to and say, there, there is where I made my mistake, there is where I could have stopped this, there is where I can stop it from happening again.
Maybe it shouldn’t have been something Tony tried to stop.
(or: the one where Tony is going to be responsible for once, okay? He is!)
✭ Wound Up by jingle_jangle
40k+ Peter and Mr. Stark are struggling to repair a ship and get back to Earth after everyone else on Titan turns to dust. And when an accident doses Mr. Stark with sex pollen, their friendship is pushed to its limits.
✭ Velvet Elvis by orphan_account (thekeyandquill)
45k+ Peter just wants Tony to feel comfortable in Peter's new home. That's it. He totally has no ulterior motives whatsoever. Nope.
✭ Expense by Anonymous (Anon on way to church)
45k+ WIP. Peter blinks for several silent, panting seconds, then finally closes his mouth. He seems upset.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?”
“I don’t pay for sex. And no offense, but you’re like twelve.”
“I’m eighteen.”
“Whatever.”
Tony didn’t actually forget his age, but that’s how this arrangement will work best.
✭ Stipulations by Anonymous (Anon on way to church)
70k+ Peter Parker’s longterm dream recently went from ‘get into MIT’ to ‘afford going to MIT’. As the time approaches, it’s dawning on him that he won’t be able to pay his tuition and afford the move to Cambridge all at once: he’s out of money, his secrets are beginning to pile up, and desperation has started creeping in...
And then one night, he saves Tony Stark’s life.
✭ Set Theory by Anonymous (A. Non. collection)
70k+ WIP. Let's say Tony deals with losing Peter on Titan in his own terribly predictable and predictably terrible way: by creating a replacement Peter. But then Endgame happens - Tony survives, and OG Peter comes back.
The Way It Goes by deltorafray
70k+ A version of the story if Peter was a more emotionally mature, slightly more confident 17-year old, and Tony is a bit more open with him when they first met. A story of how the connection they forged since the beginning is enough to change the subsequent events for them and for everything else. A story of how love can affect the way it goes in profound, life-altering ways.
✭ Practical Results by Anonymous (A. Non. collection)
80k+ Let's say that after the uprising on Sakaar, the Grandmaster manages to cling to power by offering people an even better form of entertainment than the Contest of Champions: Porn. He offers them porn.
✭ Revelations by Anonymous (Anon on way to church)
125k+ Bury me with this fic. “Peter, don’t you want people to know you for who you are?” An AU where they get the Gauntlet off of Thanos that first time, on Titan.
Raising Hybrid Puppies by JayEz
150k+ When Tony saunters into the coffee shop, he never expected to meet Peter Parker, the incredibly hot barista with a brilliant mind and a passion for engineering only rivaled by Tony’s own. Tony always gets what he wants – which is pushing Peter up against the counter and making sure he forgets his own name.
But he can’t.
Because Peter’s sixteen.
I tried really hard to rec a wider set of authors here and encourage you all to check out their backlists. Hope you find new favourites - and make sure to drop the authors a comment.
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What Is Showing vs. Telling Anyway?
When I decided to get serious about writing, I wrote short stories that meant something to me. Then I let people read them, but not just anyone. I picked people who knew a thing or two about craft. English teachers, the adults in my life who recommended books to me, and a lady who became a beloved writing tutor.
Those people challenged things like my sentence structure and word choices, but my writing tutor told me to show my stories, not to tell them.
I bristled. I was already showing them! That’s creative writing! If I wanted to tell my stories, I’d just say them out loud.
She clarified—in words that flew right over my head. My brain fuzzed out and I couldn’t grasp what she was saying, but I was embarrassed, so I nodded like I understood. It took me a while longer to get the hang of things by writing more (some terrible, some good) stories where I played around with my descriptions, narration, word choices, and themes.
Finally, years later, I understood.
Showing is describing the sensory details of your story. It’s diving into the emotional depth of your characters. It’s making the reader feel like they’re watching a movie while they’re reading your work.
Telling is more like narration. There’s no flowery language or sensory descriptions. It’s straightforward, clean, and nearly professional in nature.
Why Is “Telling” Normally a Bad Thing?
Clean-cut narration isn’t always terrible. Sometimes it works well for stories told by a narrator with dry humor or books about an intensely serious subject.
Most of the time though, “telling” keeps readers at arms-length. Picture yourself reading a history book. Each page gives you the facts. It might also describe a historical figure or the gory details of a war, but making those people or moments come to life in your mind isn’t the point of the text. It’s to convey information.
That’s what makes stories that rely on “telling” so different from stories that “show” everything.
Examples of Telling
If you’re like me, you’re probably thinking that it would be easier to picture the difference between these two concepts if there were examples. Lucky for you, I’ve already thought of that.
Example 1: I’m happy to see my best friend at school.
The narrator conveys their emotion, but not what that emotion makes them feel. There’s nothing to paint a picture of the school or even the friend.
Example 2: Henry didn’t like his dinner.
Cool, the character didn’t enjoy their food. Why? What was the taste or texture like? What did he experience that made him recognize the feeling of not enjoying the meal?
Example 3: Sofia made her bed in a hurry.
Why she was in a hurry might come in the next sentence or paragraph, but what did she feel while making that bed? What was her thought process? What’s her room like?
Examples of Showing
Let’s turn those same examples into sentences that “show.”
Example 1: I walk through the clustered school hallways with the rest of the student body, smelling their pre-exam nervous sweat and too much men’s body spray. This school would be miserable, except for my best friend. When I spot her by my dented locker, the smile on her face makes the cold bus ride to school worth it.
This is obviously more than a sentence, but notice how you get a better experience from it. The school hallways are crowded and smell bad. The protagonist doesn’t enjoy where they attend class. However, their best friend is a source of happiness. She waits by a dented metal locker, possibly with some good news, encouragement or an exciting update to something happening in the protagonist’s life. It makes you want to know what she’s going to say, especially because you can relate to what the main character is feeling.
Example 2: Henry’s nose scrunched up at the taste of his dinner. The chicken was in a desperate need for salt. This never would have happened if he had been allowed to make it.
We’ve all had a similar reaction to eating bad food. Your nose scrunches up, your mouth tightens, your tongue freezes. This example shows that in a way that you can feel yourself going through the same physical motions. It also explains why the food is bad using one of the five senses—it’s not salted enough.
Example 3: Sofia pulled her purple comforter tight against her headboard and threw her pillow at it as she ran out the door, late for the bus again.
More scenery details—the bed has a headboard and the comforter is purple. The protagonist is in a rush so her pillow is likely lopsided on the bed, which means the rest of her room is probably a bit messy too. The visual details make this a vivid scene and introduce the reader to a few of Sofia’s relatable character attributes.
How to Spot the Difference
I began to tell the difference by imagining myself reading a single sentence out loud. If I read any of the examples above before the “showing” edits, you’d have questions for me. See if a sentence, paragraph, or page makes you ask yourself:
What emotions does the protagonist feel right now?
How does the main character look through their body language?
What can the protagonist smell, taste, or feel?
What does the environment look like and is it necessary to describe it at this moment?
Does this scene need dialogue?
Do the characters feel flat?
Where’s the story’s hook?
The last question is tricky. The hook will be at the start of a short story or shortly within it, much like how a hook is within or at the end of the first chapter in a novel. If your writing doesn’t compel you to keep reading, it’s likely lacking the emotional depth that showing provides.
When Showing Goes Overboard
It’s always possible to have too much showing. It leads to the discussion English teachers always have about how Victor Hugo wrote for numerous pages about a single room in a chapter.
You could also fall into the trap of inserting flowery language into your work that you wouldn’t normally use, all for the sake of “painting a picture.” Your writing is your voice! It’s unique to you—how you speak, how you think, how you express yourself through stories. Write what comes naturally to you while keeping scenery, emotional depth, and sensory details in mind. If your words seem boring, that’s what editing is for (after you finish and step back from your work for a bit!).
Lose Yourself in Your Stories
“Showing” gets easier when you can lose yourself in whatever story you’re currently writing. If you’re struggling to do that, you might want to write in a quieter environment or put more details into your story or character outlines.
Have fun practicing this art form and you’ll watch your writing skills grow.
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