#and i do think charles is very insecure about their friendships

[chuvstvovanje]

Headcannon that postcannon Charles doesnt like leaving Edwin alone for long streches of time.

You know the way he did in the beggining of the show, leaving Edwin alone so that Charles could be with Crystal or just giving Edwin space to be with other people(Monty or Niko). I think post-Hell Charles Rowland would feel uneasy about not having Edwin in his line of sight while at the same time not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

Like how in the last episode Edwin is alone and Charles leaves others to pack so he could check up on Edwin, that sort of thing. Or how he was hessitent to follow Crystals plan at first becouse he has to rescue(see) Edwin ( to me it also looks like Charles was so busy rushing to Edwin he didnt noitice Nikos body but that might just be me)

Anyways i think it would be a fun direction to take Charles's characther in. Considering in s1 he is already weary of Edwin spending time with the Cat King, youd get that whole jealousy thing but doubled and mixed in with his feeling of inadequacy as the brawn. But also s1 establishes Charles as being at least partially insecure about their bond: having to correct Edwin whenever Edwin says how Charles would move on quickly and constanty seeking reassurment from edwin about their friendship (ep 1 when he asks what would happen if death came, ep 4 with his fight with the night nurse, seeing Brad and Hunter the best friends as him and Edwin)

And then you also have the reversal of how Edwin was jealous of Charles spending lots of times with Crystal and now Charles is protesting every second Edwin isnt with him. And ofcourse Charles does it from a place of fear and love but Edwin would maybe interpret it the wrong way, who knows?

And, from what the writers have told us, Edwin in s2 spent at least some amount of time flirting with other men (hopefully without Charles lurking in the background) and from what we know from that one cameo Jayden and George did, there was a lot of tension between the boys...

Now im not a writer i didnt write the s2 script or anything, im not saying this is what would have happened in s2 but.... i think the tension might have come from that. From Charles seeing Hell as a traumatic expirience and his PTSD manifesting as his insistence on Edwin not leaving his side, Charles's insecurities and his fear of losing Edwin being at an all time high. While Edwin, who has learnd how to forget Hell, is acting as if nothing happened at all, exploring his sexuality and making new friends in the process.

It would make Charles confront all of the skeletons he's been hiding in the closet but also it would ask the simple question of why is Charles so insecure in their friendship? Why is he constantly mentioning them being best mates? Why does he need it so much? Why is he constantly searching from reassurences that they are best friends?

And for more angst, from Edwins point of view he is doing everything Charles wanted him to do in s1. Hes accepting and letting the dead boy detectives workplace to grow and change, he is being more open and friendlier, he is encouraging Charles friendship/relationship with Crystal and he is no longer playing trauma Olympics at the drop of a hat. So why is Charles so mad? Hes working through his shame and his supiriority complex, hes growing as a person and Charles is still stuck at the staircase.

[celestisdivinitusinsaniavero]

That one time you thought Charles wasn't interested

young!Charles Xavier (Wheelchair) x f!Reader

TW: very dirty smutty telepathy? [18+ MDNI]

You lie in bed, staring at the intricate patterns on the ceiling, wishing desperately for sleep. It’s impossible. You’ve been tossing and turning for hours, the sheets tangled around you like an accusation. Why can’t you let this go? But you know why. It’s because you can’t stop replaying the evening over and over in your head, trying to decide if it was a date with Charles or not.

The restaurant was cozy and intimate, the kind of place with candlelit tables and red velvet booths. You remember how he looked across the table, his blue eyes catching the light and making your heart do somersaults. Everything about the evening felt like a date—the way he touched your hand on the table, the way he complimented your outfit, the way his smile made you feel like the only person in the room. And yet...

And yet, there was something maddeningly friendly about it all. You think of the way he talked, his voice warm and engaging, making you laugh with stories from his university days. How he managed to weave intellectual debates with flirtatious undertones. But he never crossed that line, never gave you any real indication that it was more than just a friendly dinner.

You think about the end of the evening, on your way back to your room in the mansion, his wheelchair gliding silently over the polished floors. He paused, smiled that devastating smile, and said goodnight. And that was it. No kiss, no hint of something more. Just goodnight. It left you baffled, standing there like an idiot in the hallway.

Maybe you misread everything. Maybe you wanted it to be a date so badly that you imagined the connection. You were so sure he liked you, the way he always seemed to find reasons to spend time together, the way his eyes lingered just a little too long. But now you’re not so sure. You might have built it all up in your head.

You roll over, punching the pillow in frustration. It’s annoying. He’s annoying. Why can’t he just be clear about what he wants? You felt so certain tonight, convinced that he’d make a move, that he’d finally show you that this was more than just friendship. But as the dinner stretched on, you started to realize that maybe he doesn’t see you that way at all. The thought gnaws at you.

And now here you are, alone in the dark, feeling foolish and sad. The mansion is quiet, the only sound the rustling of the sheets as you shift. You sigh, trying to push the thoughts away, but they cling.

You’re wrong. The words echo in your mind, startling you so much that you bolt upright in bed. There’s no mistaking that voice, its familiar warmth and playful tone. 

Charles. You glance around the room, half expecting to see him there, but of course, he’s not. He’s speaking to you telepathically, and you feel a rush of emotions—surprise, hope, and then a sharp flare of anger. How long has he been listening?

Get out of my head, Charles. You practically shout in your head, accusing him of listening in. There’s a pause, and you can almost picture his amused expression before he responds, apologizing for the intrusion. 

Apologies, darling. I didn’t want to pry. You don’t buy it for a second, and he chuckles, the sound echoing through your mind.

You see in your mind how he leans back in his chair, folding his hands nervously in his lap. I haven't dated in years, he admits, his voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and sincerity. 

Not since before … the accident. He lets out a small, awkward chuckle. 

I'm out of practice. I wanted to do it right, you know? Without relying on my telepathy to read your mind. He sounds so vulnerable. 

But I never did that before, and I felt… insecure. You cross your arms.

You? insecure? you retort in your mind, skepticism lacing your words.

You felt him shifting nervously. 

When I was younger, he confesses, I used my telepathy to figure out the perfect moment to make a move. His voice was tinged with regret and he pauses waiting for your reaction but continues when you stay silent. I realize now that was wrong, and I didn't want to repeat that mistake with you. I wanted everything to be perfect, he continued, but it just made me so self-conscious that I froze and didn't make a move at all. His earnest tone hung in your head, but despite his sincerity, a prickle of irritation remained, tightening your chest.

His words are earnest, and you want to believe him.

"Why are you in my head now?" you demand out lout, your voice tinged with frustration. "If you know it’s wrong." 

There's a pause.

You’re about to repeat the question, thinking he’s ignoring you, when you sense something else, a shift in his demeanor. 

You feel it then, a ghostly sensation brushing against your arm. It’s soft at first, like the lightest touch of a hand, and it travels slowly up to your neck. You shiver and it makes your skin tingle and your heart race. You know it’s him, using his telepathy in a way you’ve never experienced before, trying to avoid to answer your question, and it’s working. 

The feeling is so real, so immediate, that you can’t help the goosebumps that rise along your skin. You lie back on the bed, letting the sensation wash over you, every nerve alive with excitement. Charles’s voice is in your mind again, amused and tender, You like that. You can barely think straight, but you manage to send back a breathless Yes.

He admits, I've been doing this for weeks now, listening to your dreams before I go to sleep. It's become my nightly ritual, I couldn’t stop myself.

The confession makes you blush furiously, and you respond, I don’t know if I like that. 

He chuckles softly, I know.

You gather the courage and ask, Did you listen even when I… you know? There's a moment of silence. Then his voice returns, warm and unashamed. 

I did, he admits, always wishing I could be there to touch you myself.

His honesty takes your breath away, and you’re caught between feeling exposed and incredibly turned on. You didn’t expect this, this boldness from him after the way he acted tonight. 

The telepathic touch grows more insistent, more daring, and you arch into it, craving more. You feel him trail down your neck, ghosting over your collarbone, leaving a path of fire in its wake. You can hardly stand it, the delicious tension building inside you, the intimacy of knowing it’s Charles, that he’s finally showing you how much he wants you.

Can you feel it? Charles's voice echoe in your mind, his telepathic presence growing stronger and more insistent. If I were there, if I weren't … like this, I'd show you exactly what I want. I'd start with your lips, he continues, tasting you until you couldn't think of anything else but me. The sensations accompany his words and your lips tingle, making you gasp. 

You feel the ghost of his kisses trailing down your neck, and you arch into the sensation. I've never felt anything like this, you whisper telepathically, losing yourself in him. I didn’t know you could do this.

Charles's telepathic touch shifts to your breasts, and you moan. 

Feel that? Those are bites on your beautiful breasts, he teases, his voice low and intimate. I'd suck and tease those pretty peaks, leave you breathless and begging for more. 

Beneath your nightshirt, you feel a surge of sensation as your nipples harden with an intensity that almost stings, straining against the fabric, demanding attention. You can’t help but touch them with your fingertips.

You pant. "Charles, please,” you murmur, but he wasn't finished.

Maybe I'll ask Hank for the serum again and when I have my body back I can fuck you like you want me to, he told you, his words bold and raw. 

Your face turns red as he throws your own fantasies back at you. "Charles," you breathed, overwhelmed but craving more.

The sensations grow more intense, more consuming, and you feel telepathically compelled to raise your arms above your head. You let him, let the invisible restraints hold you in place, trusting him completely. You feel pressure on your throat then, as if a hand is wrapped around it, and the thrill of it nearly sends you over the edge.

He’s dominating you with his mind, with his power, and he asks if you still think he doesn’t want you. 

Do you still think I don't want you? The question was playful, yet carried an edge of challenge. 

Phantom sensations grip your core, switching between relentless, tantalizing strokes on your clit and bold lashes that circled with purpose. You feel something tighting inside you, each touch igniting a fire of need and desire, leaving you breathless and craving more with every ghostly caress.

Well? He asks again.

But you can’t answer, can’t form words, only moan as the pleasure built and built, bringing you ever closer to that exquisite peak.

When you finally climax, it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You see stars, bright and dazzling, and Charles’s smirking face in your mind, as if he’s right there with you. You’re breathless, floating.

As you calm down, your thoughts are a mixture of orgasmic bliss and irritation. It takes awhile but when you trust your voice again, you need to say it.

You know, you say gently, we could talk about how you feel about the wheelchair. I bet we could have fun without the serum, withouth mindblowing telepathic sex. Your voice is sincere, filled with genuine care. I just want you to know that I like you, just the way you are.

He pauses, and for a moment, you worry that your words have pushed him away. But then he speaks, his voice soft. I hope that one day I'll find the courage, he admits, but until then, let’s try to perfect this method, huh?

His promise makes you tingle again, and you can't help but smile.

[elliesplug]

smoking w logan...

logan howlett x reader, friends to lovers

summary: the stress of being a new professor at this school is catching up to you. luckily, you have a good friend to help you take that stress away, in more ways than one.

warnings: weed usage, fem compliments, illusions to sex

word count: 2, 574

I’m fairly new to this school. About 4 months had passed since I had first gotten my invitation from Charles. Which, of course, I happily accepted, excited at the thought of teaching my favorite subjects to people like me. I get the opportunity to share my love of literature through my teachings. The class seems to like me so far, and there’s always a few students straggling behind after class to share a laugh. Being able to connect to my students like this is a treat, and working at this school is just the cherry on top.

The classroom I teach in just so happens to be right across from Professor Howlett's room. His creaky wooden door opens and closes in between classes every period. Being right across from each other means that he and I frequently see each other. Logan often takes advantage of this opportunity to visit the classroom. He’ll do things like bring me coffee, give me papers that I copied off the printer, or just have a little chat. Sometimes, when he's on missions, I'll often sub for his class. It fills me with content to know that Logan trusts me with the care of his class. Being new to the school, I’m highly afraid of what the other professors think of me, but these small interactions with Logan take all of my insecurities away.

“There’s my favorite literature teacher right there!” Logan says with a smile, interrupting my lesson. Interactions like this were common between Logan and I, but every time they happened, the classroom went ballistic. The nosy students love to engage in Logan’s and I's friendship.

“I’m the only literature teacher here, Logan.” I respond with a blank stare, trying to hide my laugh.

“You’ll always be my favorite, though!” The man tells me with a wink before entering his own classroom to return to his teachings. I try to hide my smile and attempt to quickly pull the attention back to my lesson. This interaction made my whole class gasp and snicker.

“Ooo your boyfriend says that you're his favorite!” A student yells, resulting in the whole class to chuckle.

I giggle at their immaturity. “Alright, alright, there's no need for that. Let's get back to Pride and Prejudice now, please?”

Before I know it, the day is done. I stayed behind grading like usual. Lately, I've been so behind in my classwork that I haven't had any time to myself. As a new teacher, I feel as though I have so much to prove, and I have a strong fear of letting everyone down.

A red pen marks a check across my paper as I continue to grade another assignment. My ears are met with the sound of a knock on my door.

“What are you up to here, pretty? It's 7:45 and the sun set hours ago. All the kids are probably just about finished with dinner. You need to get your ass outta here.” Logan tells me as he leans against the doorframe.

I take a quick break from grading to look at the clock on the wall of my class. “Its 7 already? Shit I didn't even notice. I'm just grading some things right now, like always. Seems like that's all I ever do.” I respond with a chuckle, not even lifting my head up to look at him.

Logan comes behind me and begins to rub small circles on my shoulders, massaging out any tension in my body. His presence alone fills me with comfort. The knots in my back loosen with every soft touch.

“Pride and Prejudice, huh?” Logan says as he notices the papers on my desk.

“Yeah I bet your old ass was there when it was written.”

“Haha. You're very funny.” He replies in a sarcastic tone. “Damn with all these knots in your back, I gotta ask if you've been sleeping on a pile of rocks? Who's stressing you out like this?”

A sigh escapes my lips, “I don't wanna sound like I'm complaining or anything because I'm more than happy that I get to work here…it's just…all these papers are really stacking up on me…”

He continues to break up the knots in my back. Another red X on my paper. Then I feel Logan leaning down to whisper something into my ear. “Y'know with all this stress… I think you deserve a little somethin’. Lucky for you, I just went to town and restocked for us.”

I finally take a break from hunching over my papers and turn to him with a smile, already knowing what he had planned. “You don't say, Professor Howlett?”

“Yes ma’am. Got it right in my room. How bout we roll up and then after I'll help you with your papers? We can get 'em all done, even if it takes all night I'll stay here and finish for you. Promise.”

The gesture warms my heart. “That sounds perfect,” a groan leaves my lips, the stress escaping with it, “I appreciate that so much you don't even understand.”

“Yeah yeah, now c'mon and go roll cause you know I'm shit.”

We make our way down the long dimly lit halls to his room and quickly close the door behind us. Logan and I have been smoking together ever since he found me alone with a joint late at night, during one of the first weeks I was here. I'm surprised he even found me because I was hiding out on the roof of the school. Knowing him, he must've sniffed me out, hoping to get some. He told me he wouldn't snitch to Charles if he could smoke with me. I know that he wouldn't have told me either way, but I happily invited his company, especially since I wasn't familiar with anyone here yet.

These late night smoke sessions made our relationship grow stronger. We would hop from topic to topic as the smoke left our lips. Sometimes, covering our childhood, our favorite shows, war stories, gossip, and then laughing to the point of tears the next moment. He found out where I buy from, and ever since that day, he has refused to let me buy my own weed. I tried to tell him that he didn't have to do that, and he said that as long as I rolled for him, then he didn't mind.

He told me that the singular time he attempted to roll it was to impress this girl. He ended up unsuccessful, to say the least. The joint ended up covered in spit with half of the weed on the floor. By the time he told me the end of that story, my face was covered in tears of laughter. This is when I knew that this would be the beginning of a genuine friendship.

The joint is finally finished as I seal it with my tongue. Logan and I only smoke together when it's late at night and everyone is in their own respective spaces. Sneaking around like I'm a kid hiding the fact that they smoke from their parents is honestly kind of fun. It fills me up with just the right amount of adrenaline, and I'm happy that Logan is the one beside me.

We make our way to the roof, and the bright moon greets us. The night sky is clear and filled with gorgeous constellations. The chilling breeze of the night tickles my skin as I take a seat. Of course I forgot to bring a jacket. I try to hide my shiver and lessen the sound of my chattering teeth, but Logan quickly notices. He shifts to take off his brown leather jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. The warmth of his body heat was still trapped in the jacket, and it quickly comforted my senses.

“Logan, you're gonna be cold.” I pleaded.

“ I'll be just fine. Can't have you freezing to death now. Then I won't have anyone to roll for me.” He jokes.

I let out a chuckle as I took the joint out of his coat. Logan holds the lighter to the joint and cups his hands in order to hide the wind from the fire. The lighter makes a clink sound and sparks. The comforting scent fills up my nose as I take a huff. I release the smoke with a happy sigh.

“God, I needed this so much you wouldn't even understand.” I responded. My attention rests on the beautiful night stars.

I passed it to him after a few more hits. Our fingers touch, the feeling heats me up. No matter how cold it is, Logan always manages to stay hot. The joint gives me the courage to rest my head on Logan’s shoulder. The joint lets out a small sizzle as he takes a big inhale.

“Trust me, I know, sweetheart. You've been frantic all week, and I notice it even though you're damn good at hiding it.” He takes another hit in between sentences. “Plus,” Logan then suddenly takes my cold hands and intertwines my fingers with his own, “you bite your nails like crazy when you get stressed.” I look down at our joined hands in shock, trying to contain how much this is affecting me. I quickly bring my attention back to the stars in an attempt to hide my emotions. Logan and I have always shared these small touches but nothing as romantic or intimate as this before, and definitely not for this long. The tension between us has always been there, but it's easier to ignore it than shed a light on it.

The smoke leaves his lips before he passes it to me again. “Yeah I know. It's always been a bad habit of mine when I get a little anxious.” I take the j up to my lips with a long drag. With each hit, I hope that it will make my nerves melt away.

Suddenly, a soft peck is laid on my hand. This action draws my attention away from the shimmering constellations. I'm greeted with kind hazel eyes staring back at me. Logan's gaze is intense as he pays attention to my reaction. “You can't keep doing that. You know it's bad for you.” He gently tells me. Logan’s lips attach to my hand as he lays another peck. He does this as if he could take my stress away with a single kiss.

My attention is drawn to his lips as I watch him slowly drop our hands. His red glassy eyes never left my own, which were magnetized to his lips like magnets. He has me right where he wants me, and I'm more than happy to be here. I have him right where I need him. Logan’s passionate gaze leaves my breath shaky and my body fuzzy. The air is thick, and the nerves aren't going away.

“You're babysitting the joint. Are you gonna hit it or just keep holding it, darling?” He asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts. Logan always looks good, but he especially looks good when he stares at me with those low hanging glossy eyes.

“What? Oh yeah! Sorry about that, here.” I let out a breathy giggle as I passed him the joint.

He simply responds with a laugh before inhaling the smoke. Logan knows what he's doing to me. He's pulling my strings like a puppet, and I'm loving every minute of it.

In an attempt to break up the tension, I turn to Logan. “Enough about me. How are your classes going? It must get tough balancing missions and classes sometimes. I don't know how you do it, to be honest.”

“Yeah it can get you worked up a little. I've been doing it for a while now, though, so it's definitely less of a hassle than it used to be. Some missions still knock you out, though.”

“Yeah I can only imagine how that must be. Some of the missions you've told me about are absolutely insane. Can't believe you come back from all that and still teach, too."

“Well it helps when you have a pretty literature teacher holding it down while you're gone.”

I smile up at him as a laugh escapes my lips. “My God, Logan, what is up with you tonight! You got a little crush on me or something?”

“Pshhh. Don't get a big head now. You're a cocky little thing, aren't you?”

“I might be cocky but you're the one adding fuel to the fire.” I responded. The effects of the weed are hitting me strongly. My relaxation brings me the confidence to take his hand and hold the joint up to my lips. I keep eye contact with him as I draw in the smoke. He smirks down at me as a result of the action.

“Y'know I've been thinking…”

I cut him off, “Oh no, that's never good”

He looks at me with a face of fake annoyance. “With all of this stress you've got going on, it would be nice to escape for a bit. Get away from these kids for a day and hit the town on the weekend. Maybe even get some dinner.”

“Wait a minute…are you asking me out, Professor?’ I ask him with a smile on my face.

“That depends on your answer, Professor.”

“I think I can fit some time in my very busy calendar for little ‘ol Logan.”

“Aww how sweet of you.” He jokes back.

He holds the joint up to my lips and watches as I breathe in the smoke. Any kind of anxiety I had before is gone now. The air shifts and is now filled with a different kind of tension. Stars reflect in Logan’s red eyes. I stare back at him as his eyes follow my lips. I'm filled with happiness to know that he wants this just as much as me. A soft hand cups my jaw as he brings his head closer to mine. My nose is filled with the scent of Logan and weed. Our warm breaths entangle each other in the cold night.

“Gimme some.” He tells me.

I release the smoke from my lips, and he quickly attaches his lips to mine. He inhales my smoke and quickly unlocks his lips from mine, exhaling the smoke.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Anytime.” I whisper back. My heart is beating out of my chest. Everything he does to me heats up my soul. That familiar fuzzy feeling greets me in between my thighs. Logan is getting tired of restraining himself, and it's easy to tell. I'm sure he can hear the way my heart erupts for him. I love this game he's playing.

Just then, he takes his hand and guides it to the back of my neck. Looking into my eyes for reassurance, I respond with a nod. Just like that, he kisses me. The kiss is strong and concentrated. Everything about the way he moves tells me that he's been wanting this for a while. His kisses are sloppy in all the right ways. Logan flicks the joint off the roof without a second thought, knowing that he has something much more valuable in his hands. He gladly explores my body and groans into my mouth with pleasure.

Logan and I most definitely didn't get around to grading those papers that night.

[adventures-in-mangaland]

Dead Boy Detectives Fic Recs Part 12

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 Part 7 | Part 8 | Xmas | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

I had a long train journey so lo and behold, it's time for another fic rec list. You guys are all awesome! See here for the full AO3 collection.

what's pasta is present by laiqualaurelote

Charles goes to a drag show and has a bisexual awakening. This is the Barbara Lasagna fic we all needed with bonus Sexy Handyman Charles, tender falling in love feels and fabulous fanart.

this fabulous mess we're in by dearheartdont

Another Alive Boys University AU with Edwin taking care of Drunk!Charles. The yearning is off the charts and I'm pretty sure it's mutual. 😉 So so lovely.

Wedding Vows and Other Lies by ghostinthelibrary

When his beloved uncle dies, Edwin unexpectedly inherits his entire massive fortune, on the condition he marries and stays married within/for a year. Naturally, his best platonic friend Charles is more than ready to make it happen, despite the hostility of Edwin's family and other skulduggery... This is another banger from ghost, this time with Fake Relationship/Marriage, Mutual Pining/Idiots in Love and Knives Out vibes! I also loved Author Edwin accidentally basing his detective hero on Charles and his own traumatic backstory. It happens, I guess.

the night here in the day by Cesare

During a case, the boys run into Sa'al. Who inadvertently plays matchmaker. Love the Hell lore and Edwin gossiping with Sa'al and flirting with Charles.

a world without you (isn't meant for me) by fairest

Simon escapes Hell with Edwin AU with Simon being a massive Third Wheel and Charles being insecure. Love the concept and it's so well done!

deshabille | shieldable by DarkStars (Worlds_Okayest_Goalie)

The boys work through their trauma and protective feelings for each other. And also cases. Also explores Edwin's friendships with the girls and feeling realization for Charles in a really sweet way and has lovely family feels for Charles and his mum towards the end.

if I found my body in chains by Ingi

In which processing his trauma causes Charles to mentally regress to childhood in moments of stress. This is a really interesting take on the de-ageing trope with absolutely peak Protective Edwin and I love it.

Detectives' Day Out by Baby_Spinach

Alive for a day fic! The boys get to have a lovely time and nothing hurts, it's great. I recently rediscovered this story and I can't believe I haven't already recced it, tbh.

Ain't That a Kick in the Head? by DontOffendTheBees

Charles and Edwin negotiate the fate of our beloved office sofa. Underhanded tactics are used. Just cute, funny fluff starring the fandom's real MVP.

the sound of their breath fades with the light by KiaraSayre

The boys wake up corporeal and with amnesia in the Neitherlands but still save each other. Also has some fun timey wimey details as their different St Hilarion's eras/ memories clash. Another great fic from this author!

Five Times the Boys hang out at Edwin's place and One time they go somewhere New by autumn_equinox_04, qwanderer, wordsinhaled

I think this is based on the restauranteur/food critic AU that was doing the rounds on Tumblr. Now upgraded to a cooking show! Very cute, much yearning and excellent friends to lovers.

Pipe Dream by edmcmayonnaise

While escaping evil wizards via tunnel, the boys get wedged into the tiny gap between iron-reinforced pipes and forced proximity boners/feelings realisations ensue. It's kind of PWP but emotional and cute.

you might be the answer to the sinner in me by purposefullyinlove

Charles has a one night stand with his old (girl)friend Crystal and then immediately falls for her bitchy flatmate Edwin when they meet the morning after. Also has a much longer sequel from Edwin's point of view focusing on his insecurities about their developing relationship. Both highly recommended!

the soft bruised parts by williamvapespeare

Absolutely lovely contribution to DontOffendTheBees' Domestic AU. This one is a prequel set during their school days featuring the boys looking after each other the best they can through Charles' canonical child abuse and Edwin's insomnia and social anxiety. It also has the Sharing a Bed with Beloved Cures Insomnia trope, which I kind of love. Superb Emotional (and physical) Hurt/Comfort.

And I will come again, my Love by Leandra

Alive Boys 1916 AU! Edwins' parents own the local manor house and Charles is the poor neighbour who sneaks into their grounds to swim in their pond. So, of course, the boys must skinnydip together and fall in love. This one is Lust to Love and really leans into the class divide and so it has a kind of tragic doomed lovers vibe, with an extra layer of gothic romance towards the end. Read it!

Roses and Indelible Ink by thewritingotter

In which Edwin is immortal and regular human Charles is his pining friend and gardener. This one is a short and bittersweet immortal/mortal romance that plays with their 'age gap' in interesting ways.

in corridors of dreams (now with you forever) by ObsessedWithFandom

What if Edwin escaped Hell a little sooner? And noticed Charles? Who notices he's being haunted (but in a nice way)?? And they had a ghost romance??? I love this concept, Charles is living the Ghost (1990) dream.

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Okay, I've seen the cameo where George hints at Edwin's "first adult experience" with the Cat King and I wish to share my two cents about it.

First of all, disregarding which pair anyone ships, I believe we can safely say that Payneland will eventually be endgame: it is left as an option by Charles in Hell, it is hinted in the show and it is basically sustained by Jayden and George themselves.

I am, for one, a Payneland shipper. I admit that at first I wanted them to stay just friends because I am a sucker for great friendship stories, but rewatch after rewatch I started to see them as soulmates in a romantic kinda way.

Nevertheless, I think (and honestly have thought since the beginning, not just because they said that now) that it would be great to see how Catwin would evolve and in particular I think it's just right that Edwin has his first experiences with the Cat King, maybe not straight away sex, but in general intimate experiences.

Let me explain.

Yes, it would be nice to see Edwin and Charles getting together and awkwardly kissing and having together their first intimacies: it would be a first for both of them, because I believe that while Charles may have fooled around a bit, he didn't ever actually make love to anyone, let alone a boy. So it would be all romantic and gentle and blushing virgins and it absolutely would be great.

BUT.

Both Edwin and Charles are on a journey to self discovery, in general but especially in the love and sexuality area, but they are at different stages of it. While Edwin has been repressed for over a century, he has been now awakened (by Charles, by Monty and above all by the Cat King) to feelings and sensations and wants that he now needs and IS READY to fulfil.

On the other hand, Charles isn't there yet, he just now learns that his best mate is in love with him and he feels nothing but love and adoration towards him but he fundamentally doesn't know what actual love (as in being in love with someone and being the one someone is in love with) looks and feels like, also they're both guys and while he has been nothing but supportive of Edwin about him coming to terms with his homosexuality, considering the time and especially the household in which he lived in, I don't think he wouldn't have problems realizing and admitting to himself that he is bisexual (I know it's not canon, but come on) or at least that he fancies another boy. And even when this happens, I think that he would have a lot of holding back, being insecure about his "ability" to love and not wanting to hurt Edwin.

That said, I think that Edwin has always loved and will always love only Charles, but it is only fair for him now to start having his experiences and exploring his sexuality and, while Edwin and Charles have been a whole for over 30 years, doing everything together, I believe this is something he has to do by himself and the best person with whom to do this is the Cat King because they're both attracted to each other, because the CK is very experienced and I think this would be someway reassuring for Edwin (like he's doing this, he's experimenting with someone who knows very well what he's doing), because the CK would never be judgemental of his inexperience, and above all because the CK cares about him, but also knows that no matter how much he can care about him and be affectionate towards him and even love him, he will never actually have him because Edwin's heart belongs to Charles since that night in the attic.

I expect (yes, I'm talking like this is actually happening because maybe I'm delusional but I've not given up hope yet about a second season) that while Edwin does this and experiments and learns things about a part of himself that has always been hidden and repressed, Charles someway does the same, of course not realizing that he wants to have sexual experiences because he is, if not actually experienced, more acquainted with this "area", but that he has to explore his sexuality to understand how he can fit loving Edwin into it and then actually act upon this, but to do this he also needs to find a way to separate himself from his father, from his painful childhood, and control his anger and navigate and accept his own emotions, all the shades of them, to start appreciating himself and considering himself worth of loving and being loved.

In conclusion, as I said before, they both are going through a journey, but while Edwin's at the end of his and is ready for what comes next, Charles has just now started it, so it's just right that just this once they don't do this together, because they KNOW that even if they take metaphorically different roads, they eventually will find each other at the finish line.

[roxxanne696]

so basically what you are saying with your post is that like usual it's carlos making an effort to be friends with charles while charles's couldn't really care less either way. damn i hadn't noticed that pattern until you pointed out. i had hoped that maybe their relationship had become a little more mutual since carlos left but i guess not. well i suppose there is nice angst in unrequited pining even if it makes me sad for carlos

Disclaimer: these drivers are real life people and I do not know them personally, but from what I can see and notice with patterns and personal traits, I can say some stuff that I think is all. We only see what they allow us to see.

First of all, they're friends. For a long time as well. I would not call them best friends in real life (they both have their own best friend/close friend groups irl), non of the drivers are because they're co-worders, but they know each other so well and for a long time so there's no need to make an 'effort' for either of them to maintain their relationship. That's not how adult friendship works. They literally see each other every week.

For the second point, their relationship is very much mutual. My post was about how they are literally acting like themselves; it's about their personalities as people. They both are reserve guys, and stay private. Especially Carlos, he does not really interact with people he does not fw. But he does approach people he likes, people he likes to talk with, and hang out with. He's not shy about that, or insecure. So obviously, he likes the person who is Charles. That's why he approaches him. I think they both have very common interests and they 'clicked' as soon as they met.

On the other hand, Charles is a person, comfortable by himself. He got his close friend group in real life. But in racing, it's just him. This has very much to do with how he grew up, he was mostly alone, in karting his family didn't travel with him for races because of financial difficulties, his father and mentor passed away before F1, his sponsors asked him to deliver each race otherwise no financial backing up, so it's like engraved into him that if he does not win, it's over. He mentioned multiple times that there are many 'friends' who would flock around when he wins/achieves stuff but when things go wrong, only few true friends are there. And all the drivers are rivals. they're literally driving for themselves, which is totally fine and how it should be. So in his nature, he's both shy and also concentrates on himself during racing weeks. So naturally he does not approach literal anyone, that is not about Carlos. This pattern has nothing to do with his personal relationship with Carlos. It has everything to do with how he approaches racing and his work-relationships. But the thing is, Charles is a charming guy (a libra), so even if he does not approach anyone, other people would. So I disagree that they don't have a mutual relationship. It's just the way they act that's different.

On the last part, no need to feel sad for Carlos, even though I think it's sweet that he approaches Charles all the time, I don't think he's a dumb simp (we're all adults here). He's very much would go back to ferrari if the opportunity arrives (as he mentioned in here), so it's always good to have a great relationship with the team and their driver. But do I believe he has a genuine personal relationship with Charles? Yes I do. Because Carlos would not bother to be *touchy feely* or wear that freaking big smile whenever he sees charles otherwise. Carlos is the most calculated person on the grid as I see. He's not stupid. What we forget here is that Carlos is out of ferrari now, which means more freedom of expression. His team does not care. On the other hand Charles is still in ferrari. He's somewhat restricted. Carlos obviously knows this too.

Ok this became a bit longer than I expected lol. But to clarify, while I believe Charlos have a genuine interest in each other than normal, their relationship cannot be labeled with a name (I have my own experience of this sort so it's so interesting to me), I don't ship them as lovers or sth. I totally think they're straight and genuinely happy with their own partners. BUT I do see the bromance part of it is very much alive. Sorry, it got long.

[vetteltothemetal]

hello! charles/este figure skating fic….. we must know more!!!!

OMG thank you for asking!!! I’m deep in my eternal research-stage rn and it’s definitely an excuse to combine my two favorite sports, plus a game of how to include as many jokes from both sport fandoms as possible while playing them completely straight. But yes, here’s the gist of what I’m working with here:

SO! Keep in mind I made half the grid into girls in this for my own personal enrichment. Anyway instead of racing, everyone is competing in figure skating instead. Charles (girl) (I named her Charlotte, I like changing names up for my own suspension of disbelief) is competing in solo women’s skating (and killing it!!) while Este (girl) and Pierre (boy 🥱) are being a messy lowkey flop of a pairs team. The fic follows the two season lead up to the next Olympics and is about like… reconciliation when you don’t even know what happened in the first place.

Este and Pierre need to get their personal shit together in order to Succeed In The Pair Skating Discipline. I try to keep it centric around my girls but like Pierre kept haunting the narrative so he’s important to the plot too LMAO. Not too much on Pierre ofc, I do love him. But yes, with Este and Charlotte it’s just a quiet what could’ve been… when you have a falling out with your one friend and somehow you lose another friend in the divorce. Their dynamic is mostly that they’re perfectly nice to eachother but it’s weird and fake and strained and there are just a lot of what ifs. It’s Este’s POV so a lot of it is just her not understanding Charlotte and how she operates at all.

Like what if your ex friend is the It Girl of your sport (in the discipline that gets a lot more attention) and she’s best friends with your partner (the person your career depends upon) and he publicly acts like you’re the worst person on Earth to work with. You’re losing so bad in the court of public opinion and you’re not performing in your sport to the degree you know you’re capable of and HOW THE HELL are you supposed to beat a team like Russell & Albon for the gold when you can’t even jump in sync! And on top of all that, said It Girl ex friend is so nice and friendly to you and always kisses you hello and goodbye but she also crops you out of Instagram pictures…. Makes a girl want to switch over to the Canadian Ice Dance Factory to partner with someone who actually likes you but word on the street is that he has a new partner… (a retired 2x world champion single’s skater from Spain making her comeback 👀)

But I digress! Whole thing’s a mess. Este’s going through it and projecting a lot of her insecurities onto Charlotte (who is Not helping matters.) Over the course of a couple competitive seasons and shared summer shows, they slowly reconnect and start to relearn each other, both in who they have always been but also who they have grown into.

Really it’s all just an excuse for a study on weird girl friendship fall outs and playing around with gender expression (especially because I think rule 63 versions of people would behave differently in a figure skating AU vs keeping it F1! Very different cultures!) Plus, I’m having a lot of fun with the artistry vs athleticism debate when it comes to comparing figure skaters and I’ve been watching onboards and reading forums to figure out how different driving styles would translate to different skating styles. Also watching French reality tv as “research” for dialogue ideas LMAO.

I went on foreverrrrrrrr but yes thank you for asking :) I have a whole little world in my mind so if anyone has any question about what their specific favorite driver (and some ex drivers) are doing this world I very likely will have an answer for you LOL.

[edwinisms]

You have some pretty great takes on Edwin so I was wondering if you had any thoughts on what a season 2 arc could realistically look like for him. Edwin's s1 character arc is fleshed out and concludes nicely with Edwin having a growing understanding of himself, so I'm guessing we will get to see him navigate these newly realized parts of himself in season 2, but I have no idea how that could actually play out. I'm also wondering about the Charles of it all, since one of Edwins newest revelations is his feelings for Charles. I'm wondering how he'll deal with that. Edwins a very "on mission" type person who always needs a problem to solve, but since his feelings for Charles are already figured out (and Charles supposedly lack of romantic feelings isn't a problem with a solution) I can imagine Edwin pushing those feelings to the back of his mind so he can focus on problems he deems fixable.

good question– I feel like it’s pretty easy to think of what kinds of conflicts and feelings charles might deal with in a s2 but edwin’s situation is certainly a lot more open-ended as it stands– but, that being said, him and his feelings are very very intertwined with charles and whatever charles is dealing with (especially in regards to edwin himself), so whether or not something external or overarching s2 plot-related ends up influencing edwin’s arc(s), I think we can pretty solidly say that part of his s2 situation is gonna have to do with charles’, not passively, but directly.

soooooo what i mean is that whatever might ALSO be going on at the same time with him, edwin’s probably gonna be heavily impacted by charles’ impending sexuality/romantic crisis and however that manifests. I think the most prominent idea in my head of how this might go (though of course i have others) based on charles’ response to the confession and his flirtatiousness in the finale is– if charles maintains, or god forbid ramps up, his flirting and teasing, all while edwin believes he was rejected, charles is straight (and based on crystal kissing him in the butcher shop, also possibly believing charles is still set on dating her), and all-in-all he doesn’t actually have a chance– it’s going to drive him fucking insane.

like, obviously he’d love the affection and attention, and he’d continue to be relieved that his confession definitely didn’t repel charles in any way, but with the belief that it can’t and won’t amount to what edwin pines for, that the implications of attraction aren’t genuine, etc– at a certain point that relief and flattery is going to give way to an ever-growing, pained frustration that’s bound to reach a breaking point eventually. and with edwin simultaneously becoming more and more confident in his sexuality and his romantic feelings and such, the pre-existing insecurity won’t be strong enough to prevent his willful, not-afraid-to-speak-his-mind personality from breaking through and making him snap once something pushes him over the edge. and yeah, he’d be a bit worried about damaging their friendship by bringing it up initially and all that, but I think he’d be equally, if not more worried over the feeling that he won’t be able to take being strung along like this forever, especially if/when charles ends up with someone else. it’d just be unnecessarily painful.

of course, all the while, charles isn’t registering his behavior as cruel or anything, because in his mind, his response to the confession wasn’t a rejection at all. it was open-ended, with the implication that they’d figure it out over time once they could. nor is he really that focused on edwin’s perception of his flirtatiousness, because he knows how edwin feels about him, and he’s dealing with his own internal conflicts trying to figure out

A) if his feelings truly amount to being “in love”,

B) what that implies for his identity, and

C) how to know what being “in love” even means and how to identify it in himself (this one being especially heavy, because it involves dealing with the fact that he really wasn’t deeply loved by anyone during his time alive, and he didn’t get to see any good examples of what being in love should be either).

shifting the focus back towards edwin– let’s say, as charles is dealing with all that, he ends up in a situation where crystal kisses him, perhaps misreading him confiding in her and asking about what it means to be in love (which, I have to note, would be a satisfying little parallel to edwin’s conversation with monty). and though he’d shy away and she’d be able to tell something was wrong and/or that he wasn’t talking about her before he even says it, the damage is done, either directly (by being witnessed) or with a delay (someone mentioning that they kissed later on). that, and/or the two appearing to be off in private together and in intimate conversations a lot as of late (when in reality charles is mostly working out his feelings for edwin and his identity issues with her, definitely deeply bonding with her but not like that)– the cues would build up and make edwin’s snapping all the more inevitable.

and i mean, there’s several ways that confrontation could play out, but the natural, drama-esque scenario to me would be edwin having an outburst of all that pent up anger and pain and jealousy and confusion, during which charles realizes that this whole time edwin’s thought that he’d been rejected. edwin, being stubborn and intense as he can be, clearly needs to be fully, completely convinced, and charles, always the type to act on impulse and heart, kisses him into clarification. and also to shut him up. cliché? maybe. but tell me you can’t see it.

anywayyyyyy obviously there’s a plethora of other ways all this can go, plenty of other conflicts that can pop up in between, and as for storylines/themes/etc outside of this particular relationship it’s nearly impossible to tell what might come up because obviously edwin (and everyone else) will be intertwined with whatever the plot turns out to be and whoever it may introduce– but this is probably what I’ve thought about the most. second most dwelled upon plot point in all this being charles having to address his Own jealousy over the guys who hit on edwin– like. considering that’s not exactly a super platonic feeling, at least at the level he feels it. but yeah, i could go on forever so I should probably stop.

[marley-manson]

12, 18, 21, & 23 for hawkeye?

Thank you!

12. What’s a headcanon you have for this character?

The majority of the sex he's had in his life has been gay because it was easier to find willingly casual partners and hookups in the gay scene in the 40s, and he canonically had a shitload of casual sex pre-war. He also enjoys the company of gay men more than the straight world, so that's where his closest social circle comes from, at least post-war. All the het sex during the war is yet another way of making do - not because he's not into women but a) he doesn't enjoy leading them on and b) he'd prefer to be having more gay sex than he gets. And c) he canonically doesn't like that the nurses are all military, as he alludes to in The Interview.

I recall seeing a post once that was like 'when would he have the time to have a bunch of gay sex when he dated carlye' but that relationship lasted 2 years at most (took place during a surgical residency which are 2 years) and he's at least 30 by the time he was drafted, he had time to have plenty of sex with other women based on everything about him and how he talks about his love life (eg people assuming he'd end up married to a stripper), and I'll also headcanon that he dove into the gay scene extra hard afterwards to try to get over her.

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

Like most of his relationships with the cast, I think he's p great with everyone. Love his professional respect with Charles and early Margaret and compassion with later Margaret, love his friendship with Henry and refusal to treat Henry like a boss, love his older sibling/parental vibe with Radar, love his two bffs, love his animosity towards Frank (very admirable) and his solidarity with Klinger and gentle respect with Mulcahy. Potter's the sole exception in not really liking that relationship, but even there I enjoy aspects, like Hawkeye's protectiveness towards him when he acts like an idiot (The Young and the Restless or Red White Blues).

I think I'll go with his dad though? I love that they have a very positive relationship, Hawkeye is very effusive in discussing his admiration for him and telling him he loves him etc, and it's sweet. Daniel sucks in some ways in how emotionally reticent he is lol, but I love how Hawkeye deals with that and gently scolds him for it.

21. If you’re a fic writer and have written for this character, what’s your favorite thing to do when you’re writing for this character? What’s something you don’t like?

I love writing his point of view because it unlocks Fun Writing where I can describe things in colourful ways with lots of funny metaphors and jokes. I'm a close 3rd person writer so I can't do this if I don't think it fits the character.

I also enjoy his shamelessness and the way he's so open about everything, it makes his reactions to things more unique (at least in the fanfic world where writers often like to default to emotional reticence and insecurity) and interesting imo. If he doesn't like something he will say something, if he wants something he will pursue it unless he has a good reason not to, etc. It's fun to imagine how he reacts to things because of that.

There's not much I don't like about writing him, but it does kind of suck that I have such a solidified sense of characterization for him because it makes it hard to make some premises I'd otherwise really enjoy work in my brain, because I can't imagine Hawkeye behaving how he'd need to for it to work. Eg Hawk/Frank endgame, or Peg/BJ/Hawkeye trainwreck, or post-canon miserable Hawk/BJ relationship. I just think Hawk would have the awareness, experience, and self-respect to hit da bricks, unfortunately.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

I absolutely can't narrow this down to one favourite screencap lol, but here have one of my favourite moments:

[houseofbrat]

https://x.com/victoria_ward/status/1897282958597263753?s=46

No wonder why he takes holidays every 3 weeks 😆, he needs to rest for the ‘burnout’ that maybe his football team caused on him.

Sorry, but I think that sometimes in the case of W (who is the one who repeats a lot the ‘we need rest for burnouts’ phrase) uses so much the excuse of mental health in order to be lazy and that’s why he is super stupid in how he manage his staff, he is a snowflake and he has a bunch of snowflakes in that office:

- Staff: oh sir, I am so tired after writing on your agenda the 3 engagements you have to do next week!

-W: oh go and rest, I will do the same, if you want, you can take holidays

(I really think that mental health is super important tho, but I hope you understand what I mean, and I don’t want to sound as if o can’t care less about mental health)

Anyway, it’s seems he doesn’t join to activities unless is 🎱, ⚽️, and some gardening and showing how clueless he is on that. But you will hear from his fans: how good he is on engagements (when he participates) and how ‘funny’ he is when he doesn’t participate.

I think he should stop doing mental health engagements. As in, pick something else dude!

It's 2025, not 2018. You need to branch out and visit things that just aren't in the narrow Royal Foundation focus areas.

That said, I've started wondering if William has a personality disorder of some kind. Diana was allegedly diagnosed as a borderline personality disorder while she was still alive, and descriptions of her behavior are textbook borderline personality. William does not exhibit normal work or personal relationship tendencies, even when you consider him against other well known people.

He cannot handle constructive criticism, which is why he is unable to do engagements outside his comfort zone.

He is so insecure that he hires YES MEN/WOMEN to staff KP. That Tina Brown quote is so telling.

His well-known anger-management issues.

He is super secretive & controlling regarding basic friendships. How many friends does he really have? Charles has tons and tons of friends. So does Camilla. Harry too except for those his wife separated him from. William? Does he have the ability to make new friends? I suspect not because he's too much of an irrational, control freak.

His irrational grudges, i.e. anger toward his father decades later over things that no longer matter.

That's just what I can think of offhand. I'm sure William's merry band of fangirls & apologists will have excuses for all of William's emotional problems, but it's very clear he is not a emotionally stable person.

But back to what you wrote.

He's lazy. He's uninterested in doing anything not associated with his pet projects. He's TOO INSECURE to anything different.

So, yeah, he's going to sit at home and suck his thumb on vacation because it's all he can handle.

When is that overseas trip happening? Next week? The week after? Or after the kids' Easter break?

Or is William not capable of going overseas for an engagement unless his wife is there to hold his hand?

[untangling-my-headphones]

I so so love that moment where Charles laughs at her insulting him and she's like don't laugh I'm being mean?? Because she knows she's being mean and she even therefore knows she's doing it for a specific reaction but she doesn't really understand what she's gaining from it anymore (after she's lost her memories) because she doesn't remember the fact she has to act out for her parents and assumably others' attention. Which just shows that her meanness before losing her memories was intentional and for show despite having real consequences.

And then her immediate response to Charles giving no fucks if she was trying to be mean, is to say she didn't think people liked her very much, not that she thought she was mean before losing her memories or even that other people were mean to her but that people didn't like her. It's practically an apology without apologising because she's basically saying 'Hey sorry I was mean to you, I'm insecure because people don't like me, my parents for example (though this would obviously be subconscious) so I insult others to make myself feel better.' It's just so telling of her true character that she immediately kind of opens up to Charles when he shows her that she's not going to get what she wants (a reaction, attention) from him by being mean. And after that aside from her arguments with Edwin, she really isn't mean to either of them in that way again. She's just been so starved of genuine friendship and affection, her first response is to either scare them away or scare them into liking her but neither works and that's the only thing that allows her to then form a real connection with the boys.

We talk so much about how Charles and Edwin were exactly who each other needed when they met but I think they're also exactly who Crystal needed too.

Thinking about Crystal and what how she acts after her loss of memories says about her pre-memory loss, especially when it comes to her parents. Some amnesia stories have their characters become a complete blank slate with no ties to their prior selves but I don’t think Dead Boy Detectives does that, it does a pretty good job of showing that Crystal is still coming from the same basis, she’s just surrounded by less toxic people now who are pulling her in a better direction. She’s still not used to connecting with other people and seeing where they’re coming from and it shows, but she’s learning.

So given that, given how I believe her characterization is good and makes a lot of sense between her old and new self (even if it’s in implications) it says a LOT about old Crystal that new Crystal is so earnestly desperate for her parents, especially her mom. Old Crystal had built up layers of anger and resentment, she even acknowledges this to Esther, but it hadn’t built up enough that without her memories something in her knew instinctually that going to her parents wasn’t an option. She says she feels like people didn’t like her very much, she has that instinct, but not that her parents won’t be scared for her or might not realize she’s gone. She says to Niko that it’s like “I want my parents to help me find my parents”.

What this says to me is that Crystal before she lost her memories is still DESPERATELY hoping for her parents’ attention and love, still earnestly wanting them to take care of her. That her acting out might be at least partially hoping for them to take notice. There’s a moment in her flashback where she gets cut off while saying that her parents’ won’t even- notice probably, but it’s so, so telling that she hasn’t internalized that though pattern enough that the instinct would break through the memory loss.

And that’s honestly more heartbreaking to me, as well as just some great characterization.

[forestlingincorporated]

Tim Drake's Relationship To Wealth In New Earth

I’ve talked about the Drake’s wealth before, based on this slightly out of place scene in A Lonely Place of Dying where Tim zeros in on an Erte statue of Bruce’s, mentioning his father purchased a litho the year before. 

To summarize, this scene is establishing the wealth gap between the rich Drake family and the rich Wayne family. Tim is impressed with Bruce’s Erte statue, which suggests the Drakes can’t really reasonably afford one. While there are Erte lithographs more expensive than some Erte statues, I’ve only seen statues price down to about $1800, while I’ve seen lithos price in the hundreds. 

Basically, this implies the Drakes don’t have enough money to spend willynilly while also maintaining their prefered lifestyle. Based on other comic panels scattered around, I’d say the Drakes’ money primarily goes to real estate, travel, boarding schools, and staff. (We only see Mrs. Mac as far as I’m aware, unless you count their work assistant, but the Drakes will sometimes reference former staff, like an old driver mentioned in Robin #116.) 

Strictly speaking, Tim is only refered to as “new money” once, which interestingly occurs after the Drakes drop an economic bracket. [Robin #100] 

However, Jack specifically gives off the impression he’s probably new money. He prides himself on being a red blooded american man (read: “normal,” down to earth) and he’s blatantly incapable of playing politics. He’s not good at maintaining an image for reputation and status, and he doesn’t respect people that do. 

He’s also shows little interest in networking, allowing his insecurities to get in the way of what would appear to be a rather beneficial opportunity for his son and his business - developing and maintaining friendships with people like Bruce Wayne opens doors. 

Jack seems to view himself as seperate from what he sees as the uppity elite, but also sees himself as deserving of respect and status stemming from his wealth without the desire to actively cultivate it, all the while harboring some deep insecurities around the topic. This doesn’t garantee he was new money, but it does imply he doesn’t really fit in with the ins and outs of wealthy society the way someone like Bruce does. 

To be old money, Jack would have to have come from wealth, and we’re just not given that impression. We know very little about Tim’s ancestry, except that Jack’s father, Charles, was a teenaged soldier in World War II, but in general, other characters don’t react to the Drake name the way they react to the Wayne or Luthor or Queen names. Hell, Dinah Lance’s mother’s maiden name was Drake. 

We don’t really have anything to go off of if Janet was or wasn’t wealthy prior to her marriage to Jack, and if so, how much. 

When Jack’s bad investments cause the Drakes to “go broke” - as Jack refers to it - Tim describes their situation as going from “upper-upper-class” to “upper-middle” class, living off of the proceeds of the sales of their assets and Dana’s middle class job. Tim isn’t too bothered by this, having worked in war zones and areas of abject poverty, and doesn’t think very charitably about his dad acting like they’re starving. Neither does Dana for that matter, who understands they still have a very good life and is bearing the brunt of the work supporting their family and liquidating Jack’s assets. 

This is where Tim’s relationship to money gets interesting to me. Tim’s very comfortable with his living situation, but he becomes very AWARE of how expensive crime fighting is. He has an itemized list of how much EVERYTHING batman related costs. 

With Bruce out of the picture for an unknown length of time, Tim has a lot of financial anxiety. Steph, who grew up middle class (at least she is now, her mom being a nurse, living in a two story house - unclear on their financial situation when she was a small child), has much more of a “it’ll work itself out” attitude, while Tim can’t stop thinking about the logistics. 

This is honestly a very stark contrast to the fandom idea that Tim is of the “how much can a banana cost? $10?” persuation. 

Once Bruce is back and the monatary situation with Robin is solved, Tim is content to live an upper middle class life style. 

After Jack dies, however, Tim’s money situation becomes... fuzzy. 

Tim ends up reliant on Bruce’s money. They don’t really get into it, but as a child with no living relatives and Dana in a clinic, Tim SHOULD be in the foster system right now, without access to his inheritance. He’s comfortable making promises in Bruce’s name, but Tim’s reasons for not wanting Bruce to adopt him in the upcoming arc are... quesionable. They don’t really say WHY Tim doesn’t want Bruce to adopt him, nor do they explain HOW Tim pays for his hired fake uncle. Did he actively steal Bruce’s money, or was the deal access to Tim’s inheritance? Was this whole thing a ploy for Tim to gain access to his own inheritance and not rely on Bruce for everything? 

They don’t... talk about it. 

They especially don’t talk about it AFTER Bruce adopts Tim. He seems to foster him for a bit after “Uncle Eddie” bites it, Tim is living on the manor grounds, but his legal and financial status isn’t really brought up. Then Bruce adopts him, but money just kind of becomes a nonissue, we all just kinda assume Tim has access to Bruce’s money and call it a day. 

But I do think, when talking about Tim’s relationship to money, skipping over Tim’s temporary downward financial mobility over simplifies him. Tim is aware of the cost of things and the transience of wealth and status. There’s additional things we can speculate on, like if a young Tim had access to his parents’ money while they’re abroad, and what it would mean if he didn’t - my brain goes back to that anxiety about “re-supplying.” I can picture an 11-year-old Tim in worn out shoes counting down the days his parents pick him up from boarding school so he can ask to buy new ones - you know, things you need to shop for in person, rather than have something shipped to the school - but feeling like he can’t really complain because, well, his parents CAN afford to buy him nice things, he just has to wait. 

I think that’s just overall more interesting and unique to Tim, rather than the default Rich Kids Don’t Understand Money trope. 

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waiting game | daniel ricciardo

pairing: daniel ricciardo x you

summary: in which you switch your phone with daniel's without knowing

tags: falling in love; chatting and messages; kind of enemies to friends to lovers

warnings: insecure reader; f!reader; dumb people

chapter: 4/?

(you: blue/ daniel: orange)

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chapter 4 - beginning

hot stuff said: oh shit

hot stuff said: i just cut my thumb really badly

hot stuff said: don’t ask how

ma fraise said: how.

hot stuff said: i was shaving my hand…

ma fraise said: at the same time that i want to know why you were shaving your hand i’m a little scared to ask

hot stuff said: to have soft hands what else would it be

ma fraise said: idk you are "“kinky

hot stuff said: w-wht

With the blink of an eye, your vacations have come to an end.

You didn’t do anything special with your free time, aside from enjoying your own company and watching the most chick flicks you could. Even with the amount of movies and young adult series you’ve been binge watching, you still have a single and persisting thought inside your brain. You had a conversation with hot stuff a few days ago, the one he mentions about fancying you, at least that’s how you interpreted his text. 

This continues to make you wonder between yes, he made a move on you and no, you’re being delusional. You like hot stuff, his company and to talk with him during your days and nights, but you can’t put your mind to believe that he would find you attractive. Maybe this is the way friends joke around with each other and you’re not used to it because your two best friends are more like your brothers and they would never do something like that. 

It makes you confused.

You didn’t mention this to your best friends because 1. you felt weird about commenting on this kind of stuff with them, when you normally have nothing to comment about so you just don’t talk about it with them. And 2. they know who hot stuff is, and exposing that he made such a move on you is embarrassing.

Pierre and Charles have no filter in this matter, they always mention to you about their partners, people they hook up with and it’s so normal to you, you don’t even mind it anymore. But thinking about opening up about it to them when the issue is on your side, it’s different. They wouldn’t do anything to make you feel ashamed of it, but they definitely would lecture you about not being innocent and naive about things. They would want to protect you like they always do.

The truth is, you never felt desired.

You actually never gave the opportunity for anyone to see you with different eyes; you always tried to hide yourself from everyone, if someone turned heads on you, you would assume they were thinking badly about you. Well, and you’re probably right.

“You’re the ugliest out of all of us.”

You grew up in this reality - the reality that every single cell in your body is hideous. Your hair sometimes covers most of your face, leaving only a small gap for your  eyes to pop out. Your skin feels too hot against your palms, making you think that your touch is feverish. The lines on your face are too deep and that makes you not smile too much, not that you’re someone who often gives away smiles out of nowhere, anyways.

You never felt beautiful.

When Charles and Pierre became your  best friends, the friendship started because they never cared about your appearance. They never judged you for the way you’re, the way you look, or the way you dress - Pierre and Charles never tried to change you. Even though you are a very hard person to have around, in your opinion.

They came into your life and never left.

Your best friends could have anyone around them, they easily make friends without problem. But there’s something they share with you, they’re very anxious people. With you, Charles and Pierre have nothing to worry about. They always say you are a very sincere person, you never lie to them, never hide things from them and would never replace them with someone new.

You feel the same for the both of them, and as years went by, you noticed that now they understand you. They understand that you don't like crowded places, that you like the silence and being alone. Well, you like to be alone with them, mostly. You enjoy watching chick flicks with your best friends, especially because even when things don’t work out in the beginning, in the end, everything is worth it. 

Sometimes you need some positivity inside your brain.

Maybe you should start to believe more in yourself. 

—

Charles takes off the protection on your ears, patting on your shoulders “Oh, I’ve missed having you around.” He gives you a smile, side hugging you “I didn’t see you arrive at the garage today.”

“I got late this morning, you know, I got used to watching the races from my television, so I did not calculate correctly the time I needed to get ready and get here.” You arrived at the paddock late, a coffee in one hand and another holding your notebooks and papers “I ran immediately to check in if everything was right.”

“I bet they are.” Charles says as if you would let him drive in a car that wasn’t in a perfect and safe state “Want to check in with Pierre? I haven’t seen him either and you will go there anyways.”

You nod, checking one last time if everything is okay, making sure you can relax a bit with your friends “Yeah, I was about to head there.”

Sometimes you can’t turn off your brain from being focused on the race, but being anxious and worried about everything all the time is the ‘you’ that you want to change a little inside.

If Charles, who is racing later on, is okay with hanging out with his friends, you can do it too.

Pierre gives you and Charles the biggest of smiles, waving as he sees you - acting like he hasn’t seen you in years when in fact you had dinner together yesterday. Having them with you during race weeks, hanging out around the garages and smelling the oil and burnt tyres in the air, makes you nostalgic.

This was your childhood, and things didn’t change at all. It makes you feel warm in your heart.

You only notice that Pierre isn’t alone when you’re too close to run away from it.

“Oh my god, yeah, you’re a Ferrari member.” Pierre shouts at you, touching your Ferrari uniform - looking like a couple of tomatoes with Charles “Red looks good on you, lucky you went working with Charles and left me alone.” 

You can’t concentrate on whatever Pierre and Charles are starting an argument on, something about you having a preference for Charles and making Pierre feeling lonely, when in fact you used to share beds with Pierre and leave Charles to sleep on the ground when you were younger.

Your attention is completely on the man in front of you smiling, looking like the menace he is because he knows his presence annoys you, he annoys you - and he likes it. He likes to see your cheeks turning redder as you try to avoid his stare, leaving your shyness as a view he enjoyed seeing.

“So baby girl is a Ferrari staff.” Daniel leans closer to you and bumps your shoulder with his “I didn’t know you were working here, thought you were only friends with these two.”

You open your mouth to retort Daniel, but when you look up at him, you notice he’s having fun with your embarrassment. Your cheeks are getting a tint of red so bright, anyone around the paddock could notice it. Is this how Rudolph feels? You let out a breath and decide to put your mind in its right place. You shouldn’t feel ashamed or anything, when in fact is Daniel the one saying embarrassing things. 

You can deal with it.

“That’s only my part time job, my full time job is being an engineer.” You reply the most simple thing you can think of, if your interaction with him ends fast, it’s easier for you.

“This means I will have you around more.” Daniel grins, as if he has won something, when in fact there’s nothing to win here “I knew I should’ve known who you are, you’ve always been with these two.”

“Thank you for making it more evident that my presence is unnoticeable.” You give him a fake smile, crossing your arms, you don’t want to talk with him, but you stay beside him.

“Not at all, I think your presence is very noticeable.” He winks, but you are not in the mood, especially because you didn’t know you would see him around today “You’re mysterious and that intrigues me.”

You look at him, not getting what he means by that, but when you are about to ask it, Charles speaks louder.

“She’s happier when YOU win.” Charles says, his tone a little louder as the discussion with Pierre got heated, bringing your attention back to your best friends.

“Well, you win all the time, of course she’s happier when I end up winning.” Pierre shrugs. They aren’t serious about this discussion, but they’re using real arguments on this. Pierre is right, you made a fuss when he won, of course you did it for Charles every time he won, but with Pierre you even cried.

Well, you cried on Charles' first win too.

Charles snorts “She works with me, she shouldn’t be happier with your wins, dumbass.” 

“Are you trying to get me fired, Charles?” You say, but your voice comes out almost like a whisper and you giggle in the end, to make sure anyone notices you’re just joking. 

“Do they always fight for you like this?” Daniel crosses his arms, interested in all of the dynamics with your best friends.

“They aren’t fighting…” You try to say, but your voice again fails you and it comes out too weak “They are just messing around.”

“I’m on Charles’ side, I think you’re favoriting Pierre in your actions.” Daniel simply says, mocking you with his tone. You don’t want him to meddle in, to have an opinion or a side. You aren’t close to him, you barely know him. Until a couple of weeks ago he didn’t even know your name.

“Thank you.” Charles says “She even has a tradition with Pierre before every race. Me? Nothing.”

You beg with your eyes for Charles to shut up, but the person you didn’t want to notice is the one that notices first. Daniel lets out a loud laugh, going back to your eyes and staring at them. This time you try to not break the stare, and try to pierce him with your glare.

Pierre looks at you side by side with Daniel, only noticing now how close you two are “Are you friends now?” He raises an eyebrow, and Charles immediately does the same.

“I wouldn’t call it like that.”

“We are building up our friendship.” You and Daniel speak at the same time, exchanging looks as the answers are not on the same side “Don’t be jealous, I’m not trying to be her best friend, just a friend.”

Daniel bumps into you again and you snort, but wanting to leave a smile at the thought. Not that you like the idea of being Daniel’s friend when you’re always bothered by him. But having a new friend, of any type, is something new to you. Charles and Pierre have been trying for years for you to open up to new people, and now someone is there willing to destroy your walls and share a space with your best friends.

Charles looks at Pierre and they exchange a look that you can’t comprehend what it means, maybe they are indeed jealous of you. They don’t need to be, no one will ever replace them inside your heart.

“Anyways, I think it’s time for us to prepare ourselves.” Charles finally says it, looking around and notices everyone in the garage is wrapping things up “Just do your thing with Pierre and let’s leave.”

The tradition you have with Pierre is that you always close his racewear, for good luck. Pierre puts his overalls on his shoulders and you zip them up, tapping his chest in the end. You give Pierre a kiss on his cheek and wish him good luck, and do the same with Charles, so he won’t have such a pout on his face. His expression lights up immediately, the least thing you would want is for one of your friends to feel left out.

“And me?” Daniel says, showing his left cheek to you and standing still. 

Pierre and Charles are watching Daniel waiting for your kiss. You look at them as if they were crazy, almost laughing on Daniel’s face. Why would you kiss his cheek? Why would he ask you for it in the first place? It’s not like you’re uncomfortable with it, but you aren’t leaving kisses everywhere you go. 

“I would rather die, Daniel.” You answer, if Daniel has no shame in asking for a kiss, you shouldn’t feel ashamed to answer him like that. He deserves it.

“Ouch, you’re in a bad mood today cupcake?” 

“For you my mood is always bad.” You say. Daniel seems to be having fun with this, and it infuriates you even more.

hot stuff said: how do you know if you’re into someone?

hot stuff said: i think i might be-

ma fraise said: what?

ma fraise said: falling in love?

ma fraise said: kdfjgnsdfkj

hot stuff said: this sounds so boring omg

hot stuff said: falling in love and etc

hot stuff said: but yeah something like it ig…

(prev chap // next chap)

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oh oh okay i would love to hear your thoughts on small dick charles and boypussy mick having sex for the first time and that's when they both realize each other's privates are the way they are and there's a tense moment where no one speaks because they're both waiting for someone to talk and you as the middle ground break the silence

Ooo I love this. I’m so glad you guys are liking the boypussy Mick and small dick Charles verse cause I’m honestly obsessed with it.

So I think that they would have warned each other beforehand. In fact, maybe their friendship stems from their insecurities? Mick hears some people teasing Charles and they mean it as a joke but Mick can see that Charles is not taking the teasing well and because of his own struggles, he really doesn't appreciate people teasing others about their bodies and things they wouldn't have been able to change.

Mick stands up for Charles, and Charles is so very thankful for it.

From that day onwards, he and Charles are very close. They bond together, even before they share their own insecurities. But they do share it one day, and of course both of them are so very accepting of each other and make sure the other knows that they deserve to be loved.

I actually think they might already have feelings for each other at this point? Except they're both far too shy to make the first move.

Until they meet you, and they both fall for you at the same time. They don't want to lose each other because of you, and when you tell them that you like both of them... Well then they manage to have the courage to admit their feelings for each other.

Anyway, that long winded rant is to say: they both know about each other's privates, but they hadn't seen them, and it takes a very long time to get comfortable enough for that.

They both show you before they show each other, because they're both so scared they might lose their best friend? It's heartbreaking to have these two incredible good boys that you love so much and that you just want to be happy, being so sad and scared.

They both insist you're there for when they finally show each other, and they both need so much reassurance. You're right there of course, giving them both hugs and kisses and praise and saying how proud you are of them.

You start by just having them kiss each other. They've done so much kissing over the past few weeks, always pulling away when things got heated. But now, knowing that they won't have to pull away just makes it so much more intense.

They both get so turned on so quickly, beginning to undress each other and then getting scared again when they're down to their boxers.

Maybe you take their boxers off? You start with Mick, kissing his thighs and hips and slowly sliding his boxers off. He's so wet already, whimpering when his pussy is exposed. He resists the urge to put his hand in front to cover himself.

You undress Charles then, and he's rock hard. The tent in his boxers is barely there, but when you take them off it's very clear. Charles very nearly covers himself too, so scared to have Mick see how small he really is.

But then Mick just drops his knees? Asking Charles if he can please blow him... if he can please have a taste.

And yeah, things go pretty well from there. All they want is to make the other feel good, and they do so well! They listen to your instructions, soaking in your praise and genuinely enjoying themselves so much.

(Once they recover, they attack you and insist on giving you head together. At the same time.)

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How to ruin a friendship part 2

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Celine (his girl best friend)

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: some smut, a little bit of miscommunication and insecurities.

Note: I’m sorry for taking such a long time to post another part but I have an important exam coming up and I’ve been studying 24/7. Hope you like this part.

Having a one night stand is and having to do the walk of shame is one thing. Having a one night stand and living in the same house as the person you slept with is actual hell.

I pretended to sleep for a long time, because today we had no plans for the morning, they were cancelled once we knew we’d drink with Charles. However, having to leave my room, at some point was necessary. So what now? Do I fist bump him and say thanks for the sex? Do I even mention it? Do I just act normal? Well, we are about to find out because I could hear him in the kitchen and that’s where I am headed too.

I open my bedroom door and walk as normal as I can to the kitchen. When I get there and Max is drinking some water, I could feel my eyes getting bigger and just staring at him, probably that was the reason he choked on water.

“Good morning!” I finally said, as he was just wiping the water from his mouth.

“Good morning.” He replied, scratching the back of his neck after he places the glass in the sink.

We didn’t say anything for a few seconds, just letting the silence fill the room but this was not like us. We talked a lot, we joked, we laughed. This - this was awkward.

“About last night,” if he didn’t say anything, I had to, “we should talk. Maybe?” My courage disappeared after the first part.

He nodded. “I assumed you wouldn’t leave your room for at least 2 hours more. Glad to see you here, in the kitchen.”

I wanted to laugh but I had to do breathing exercises in the mirror before coming out. To make sure I still know how to breath.

“Wow. Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I rolled my eyes. “But I’m serious. We should discuss that before it gets in the way of our friendship.”

“Okay, take a sit.” He gestured to the high chairs in front of the counter he was facing.

I sat down and Max took a step back, leaning on the other kitchen cupboards. Only one cupboard and a few steps were between us.

“So… what happened last night.” He started, “was not really something I was expecting to happen,” he continued, scratching the back of his neck once again. “I think we both let the alcohol take control of our actions.”

“Okay, so it was the alcohol.” I stated. In other words he also thought it was a mistake, which I wanted to believe too. Destroying our friendship for sex is just stupid. Feelings come and go, and these ones can be locked away.

“No, Celine. It’s not what I meant. I mean, we wanted this prior to getting drunk, but the alcohol pushed us. Did you not want this before?” Max’s attention was fully on me.

Did I want it prior to thar? Yes. I sometimes wanted to know what his lips felt like. Sometimes I even wanted to feel the way his skin felt under mine, the way he would react if I touched him in places I wasn’t supposed to.

“Max…” my voice betrayed me, my courage was leaving my body. “I can’t lie to you. I did want it before, but is it worth risking our friendship?”

“Well, the friendship is at risk already.” Max put that out there, like it meant nothing. Was their friendship just “nothing” to him? “I’ll be honest. I didn’t think you’d come out of that room, jumping on me, kissing and begging me to be yours. I know you too well. But the alcohol is not to be blamed because we were both very aware of our actions last night. We were tipsy, not drunk. We fucked, Celine.” The way my name sounded, made me have flashbacks of the night before. “And if you tell me you wouldn’t want it again, I’d know you’re lying. You begged for it last night, you were taking whatever I was giving you. Our friendship is not what it was prior to last night.”

I tried to look away from him, knowing he was right.

“Celine, I am here.” His voice sounded annoyed. “For fuck sake. You sucked my dick here, last night. You said you wanted it. Was it a lie? Because to me it looked completely real.”

I shook my head.

“Words, Celine. Words.”

“Max, maybe for you last night is already a subject you digested. I still…” I couldn’t find the words.

“Are you ashamed?”

“Max, no. Not that. I value you in my life, our friendship, our time, all these are important to me.” Making myself clear with my feelings was a difficult subject.

“But last night changed us.” I nodded. “I don’t think going back to friends, seeing each other flirt with other people would work.”

“So what? We date? We go to being completely professional?” I asked.

“Well, we do what we both agree on doing. I want to try, but I also know you and you know me.”

“We are doomed from the start.” I added, and it was true.

“Doomed relationships are my expertise.” We both laughed. “Celine, you mean a lot to me. Professionally and personally. I had moments when I wanted to kiss you, I had moments when I wanted to fuck you and I had moments when I wished I could hold your hand in front of the worst reporters.”

“But we don’t make sense.”

We both knew, he was famous, he was the Max Verstappen. I was just someone in his PR team. A friend not many people cared about.

“To who?” He questioned.

“The world.”

“No, Celine. We don’t make sense to you. The world, the people around us, they do not have a say in what makes sense to me or to you.”

“But Max, the media will say ‘She had to fuck her way up’, ‘she sucked a lot of dick to land that job’. It will be bad for you too. All we worked for, your better image, everything.”

“Then we go incognito. Not because I am afraid to damage my image but I do not want you to suffer in the process of doing this. You’re always with me anyway. Going out with you is normal for the paparazzi. Staying in my house is normal. I will refrain from touching you in public.”

Max looked at me, waiting for an answer. He moved around the cupboard, coming on the side I was on, turned me around in the chair so I could face him.

“I don’t need an answer now. Think about it. I just didn’t want you to think last night was a simple fuck, or that I’d blame the alcohol.”

My mind was screaming danger, but my heart was saying the danger is worth it.

“I wanted to kiss you since the day you took me to meet your parents.” I said, almost as a whisper.

“That was weeks after we met.” Max’s face was saying ‘confused.com’

“Yes.” I could feel myself blush. “I just knew I didn’t really stand a chance so friendship was the closest thing. I learnt to love you as a friend.”

“Oh.” Max didn’t say anything else, but took a step back, making more space between us.

I pulled him by his t-shirt back nearer me. “But last night, I was sober. If not 100% sober, I was completely in control of my thoughts and actions. Like I am now.”

My hands cupped his face and I pulled his face closer to mine, kissing him.

He smiled while kissing me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You’re so bad with expressing yourself. Telling me you love me as a FRIEND, then kissing me like this and telling me you wanted the things that happen last night.”

“Shut up. You dated so many girls during our friendship so obviously friendship was the only available thing.” I rolled my eyes.

“I had a few dates but nothing worked, you know it. You dated Lucas for real.”

“Drop it, Max.” I rolled my eyes once again.

“My pants? You were kind of begging last night to suck me off.” He winked at me.

“You’re so full of yourself. The alcohol affected my judgement enough for me to get past your arrogance, it seems.”

A smile formed on his face. Teasing and pushing one another was our favourite thing anyway, but now it had more to it.

“I think my arrogance is what you like most about me.”

“You’re delusional, Max.” My response did nothing apart from making his smile bigger. It was not the kind of smile that you’d think he is the happiest man, no, it’s the kind of smile that a little kid has before he does the naughtiest thing ever.

His face close the gap between us and for a second I thought he’d kiss me. I wanted him to kiss me but his mouth got closer to my ear and I shivered. He chuckled.

“There is nothing I’d love more than fucking you to prove that you like my arrogance. But we have more important matters to discuss.”

He took a very small step back, our faces just a bit more than an inch away.

“When I kiss you again, I want to know that you’re in this and you’re not going to find excuses to run.”

As always, Max would say anything he has on his mind, dryly, but saying everything he thought of. That’s what I loved about him the most, but this part is not one I’ll tell him about.

“I kissed you earlier.” I raised my eyebrow and narrowed my eyes.

“Mmm, okay, I’ll let you have that. But I need words.”

“Maxy, actions mean more than words.” I used one finger to touch him playfully on his chest.

He caught my hand. “I need to hear it.”

Knowing Max, inside out, meant I knew when I could push for him to do something and when I couldn’t. In this case, it was a no go.

“Yes, Max. I am in, I want you, I wanted you for months, closer now to years probably. I have been falling for you for a while.” I said the words so quickly, probably all the rappers in the world are jealous of me right now but I could still feel my face being as red as a tomato and Max’s smile was giving it away even more.

“Celine, you’re cute.”

Max never went around saying such things. He would often actually tell me that compliments are not good because they lose their meaning when used too often.

“Repeat that, Maxy.”

“Call me ‘Maxy’ one more time and I promise you, you’ll not be able to walk after.” I knew he hated it, he let it go once, but second time was enough for him to explode.

“Okay, okay,” I looked at him making a pause, “Max-“ his eyebrows raised, “-y”.

His naughty smile was back. “I get it now, you wanted me to fuck you but for this, I’ll actually having another punishment. I’ll not touch you.”

“What? Max, come on, it was a joke.” I said quickly, not realising it upset him that much.

He laughed and I relaxed a bit.

“You’re needy. I didn’t know that.” His hands were back around me.

“I’m not needy in general.” I said, shyly.

“You’re needy with me.” Max looked at me and waited for my answer.

“I’m needy with you because I wanted you for a long time.” I rolled my eyes, knowing it was exactly what he wanted me to say. “I’m only needy with you because I want you a lot.”

That earned me a tight hug, my legs now around him, our chests touching.

“I didn’t know your ego needed boosted as much as it does.”

He snorted. He didn’t loosen up the hug but his face was not in front of mine.

“So, you’re my girlfriend now.” I was expecting him to either ask me or we’d just never have that conversation but Max is something else.

“Oh, no question asked? You just assume?”

“You just said you wanted me so badly. I am giving you the opportunity to be my girlfriend.”

“Maxy, don’t test my patience.”

“Maxy is growing on me.”

“I can feel something else growing. You called me needy but I have a feeling you’re the neediest person.”

“When it comes to you, I will be like a starved man.”

The kiss that followed felt like my lips were his food and he’s been starved for months. However, the kiss slowed down and Max just became softer. People would probably think this is a lie if I ever told them that Max is soft.

“I made plans for us because I knew you’d be mine by the end of the conversation.”

The arrogance and the know it all were Max’s characteristics, but we also knew each other well.

“I’ll ignore the last part of the conversation, what are the plans?”

“A boat ride. Well, more like a yacht ride. Charles allowed me to have his for the day.”

“You two are getting too close, I’m starting to worry.”

I pulled him closer and kissed him once again. “Do we have time for something quick?”

“Anything I’d do with you now isn’t quick.”

But that didn’t stop Max from kissing my neck and it didn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around him. That allowed him to pick me up and carry me to the sofa, lying me down as he continued to kiss me. The position was perfect for him to push himself onto me so I could feel how hard he was. The shorts he was wearing were so thin, they felt like nothing and pyjama trousers were not any better.

His hand sneaked under my top, holding onto my hip, then as he started kissing me down my neck, his hand travelled up my body, finding my breast and squeezing hard enough to make it a bit painful but the pain was mixed with all the pleasure he was giving me. He stopped kissing my neck and pulled my top up to get it off, giving him access to my breast even more. His mouth found my breast in seconds, the other hand still squeezing the other one, until his hand went down my belly, inside my trousers.

“No panties.” He said, as he raised his head just enough to see my face. “You knew we’d do this.”

Truth is, I didn’t know for sure, but I wanted it to happen again.

He didn’t wait for an answer or a confirmation, he already knew I wasn’t wearing any panties for him.

It didn’t take him long to start rubbing my clit and my moans to fill the room.

As he kissed me further down my belly, he was now on his knees in front of the sofa, removing my trousers, leaving kisses all over.

“As much as I’d like to have a good taste of you, we have to hurry.” Two fingers were now inside me and his thumb was on my clit. “You’re so wet already.”

He got up, removed his top with the quickest movement and then his shorts were on the floor.

I knew after this, there was no turning back to being friends. Well, last night was the moment that we both fucked this friendship, but right now, fully sober, we ruined this.

“Are you okay? Are you sore? Does it hurt?”

I didn’t expect Max to ever be this caring or careful with someone.

“No, no. I feel fine, I was just in my thoughts.” His eyebrow raised again, telling me he needed more than that to continue. “I was just thinking that this is the end of our friendship.”

“And it’s the beginning of us.” With that, he pushed a bit of himself inside me, making me moan. “And if necessary, I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll realise friendship was not nearly enough.”

This time he pushed all of him inside me in one quick movement. The sudden intrusion felt good, almost like I needed that. He pulled out completely and has done it again, making me moan loudly.

“I don’t think me as a friend can give you this much pleasure.”

I shook my head. “I think this is better.”

That made him lose control, I wasn’t sure why, but it did. He increased his speed, holding onto me hips hard that I am sure now I’ll have bruises. His thumb around my clit, making me reach my orgasm quicker than I thought was possible for me.

Once I came down from it, Max was kissing me gently and pulling out.

“Did you finish?” He shook his head. “Then continue.”

“No, I wanted to give you this before we go, but I was selfish and I wanted you to finish on my cock instead of my tongue.”

The dirty talk was never part of my previous relationships and the words made me blush.

“But I want you to cum too.”

“I will. We have the day on the yacht. Never had sex on a yacht.” And there was another wink. I thought this man was unable to wink but I came to the conclusion he looked as adorable as Charles trying to wink.

“Oh, that’s your plan.” I pushed myself up on my elbows and I kissed him. “I’ll make it unforgettable.”

We got ready in our separate rooms, making me think if this will change eventually that now that we are dating. It’s something I haven’t thought about previously. I put on a dress and put a cardigan in my bag, in case it’s colder on the sea and I was ready. Knowing we would probably swim at some point meant that makeup was useless. I also put in my bag some SPF to make sure I don’t get burned.

Max was ready at the same time as me, in some casual shorts, a white shirt and a hat.

We went to meet Charles, who gave us the keys and he seemed quite aware of the situation between us by the looks he was giving Max. If it was anyone else I’d be worried but Charles is not the type to go around and talk about other people’s lives. He is just not like that.

Once we left, Max got closer to me, close enough to whisper in my ear but not the type of close that would make anyone think there is anything between us, in case we get our picture taken.

“Excited to find out how it feels to be with me on a yacht?”

“Uhum.” I couldn’t really find any words when the images of us on the yacht came up in my mind.

“Or excited to be on me, on the yacht?” His smirk made me weaker than his words.

“Shut up, Max. Keep it down until you’re actually on the yacht. Do you even know how to get is started?” I asked, knowing for sure he never was in charge of one.

“There was enough said between Charles and I to know how to do everything needed for this afternoon.” His confidence really made me think that he put a lot more effort into this than I have anticipated.

In a few minutes we were where Charles’s yacht was. We got on, Max as he said knew how to get it started and we were now getting further away from the land. To be able to hear only the sea and the birds was magical. We were now in the middle of the sea and with the boats or anyone around us, Max stopped. A few minutes after I felt his hands around me.

“Do you like it?” I nodded and he rested his head between my head and my shoulder, leaving kisses on my shoulder. “As much as it will sound so cheesy, I’ve wanted to be like this with you for a long time and I feel lucky today.”

“Using nice words to get me to sit on you?” I turn around so I can see him.

“Nah,” He says, “using them to get you to sit on my dick.” He winks at me.

“It’s working.” I wink at him and take my dress off. My bikini were under it and now that I was out of it, I was ready to jump in the sea and that’s exactly what I did.

Max followed my lead, removing his top and jumping in the sea after me.

We kept following each other around the yacht, going around it and just relaxing in the sea. When I felt that the sun was burning me more as I was in the water, I decided to get out and reapply my sunscreen. Max followed, obviously.

“Let me apply sunscreen on you too.” Max shook his head.

“That’s for weak people.” He said like a little kid.

“it’s protecting you from getting skin cancer and from getting wrinkles, stop being so stubborn.”

He’s given in after minutes of arguing.

“I deserve unlimited blowjobs for this.”

I laugh. “Sorry for not wanting you to get skin cancer, I assume I will have to just make sure your…” My words did not come out after that. I was not used to talk like that.

“You need to make sure to what? Get your words out, Celine. You’re old enough to tell me you will suck my dick.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not about being old enough but I don’t talk like that.”

“Talk to me like that, Celine.” His voice was lower, almost like a whisper, tempting, seductive, and the way he said my name was just pure danger. This man knew how to make me want him, but he wasn’t like the other guys, he wouldn’t just lure you in with nice words, with kisses, no, he would play with your mind, he would make you think you’re in control until he shows you he was controlling the situation the whole time.

I took his hand and lead the way to the downstairs part of the yacht where there was a sitting area that could be extended to be made into a bed, a table. With a towel around me I sit down on the sofa, Max comes next to me and he takes his phone from the table.

He looks panicked as he looks at the notifications.

“No, this is impossible.” Max says.

“What is impossible?”

“There are pictures of us kissing on the yacht.” I take the phone, thinking he is just making a joke but as soon as I take it I realise it’s true. The pictures are low quality, taken from afar but you can tell that it’s us, there is no way that we could lie.

“Fuck. This is bad. It’s not even been a day of us dating and there are already pictures.”

“Well, we will just come out and say we are dating and that’s it.” Max says, almost no worry in his voice or face.

“Max, did you even listen to me earlier? I don’t want this. I don’t want to be the girlfriend of Max Verstappen.”

“Celine, when you accepted this morning to be my girlfriend, that’s exactly what you are. The girlfriend of Max Verstappen.”

“You know what I mean. I don’t want to be just your girlfriend, people thinking I am where I am because I fucked you or something like that.” I was getting angrier as I saw Max not caring at all.

“Why do you have to worry about that so much? What people think is their problem. It’s us in this relationship. It would’ve happened at some point. What if we work out and wanna get married? Are we gonna hide that too?” Max was starting to seem more annoyed, but he was still calm.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had time to think about that. I am a PR person for fuck sake, Max. Obviously I care about our public image.”

“So you prefer for us to break up and be just Max and the PR person than actually come out as a couple, right?” Max was now annoyed and I could tell.

"I don't know, Max. Let's get back so I can try to resolve this mess."

"I doesn't have to be a mess, just simply a way to say we like each other and we are dating." He said, again too calm for me to even be able to hold any patience inside me.

"For you it's simple. You are the more famous person and no one would think you are fucking me because it benefits you, but for me? I just seem like a slut wanting something more. Please let's just go back and think this through properly."

Max nodded and went up and started the yacht. What was supposed to be a nice day transformed into a nightmare quickly. Especially when people need to follow other people everywhere.

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hello! do you have any fics where erik and charles are childhood best friends now in a relationship?

Hi anon, thanks for the ask. There are a fair few fics where Charles and Erik are childhood best friends and are now in a relationship but there are actually more where they are childhood best friends and end up in a relationship in the fic. So, I decided to include those in this list since it kind of matches what you're looking for.

Childhood best friends now in a relationship

Work/Life Balance - pocky_slash

Summary: As teens, Charles was the star of a super popular tween/teen television show and Erik was his best friend. As adults, they're a frighteningly domestic married couple and Alex, Darwin, and Sean are Erik's nosy co-workers.

Some Forgotten Corner of the Universe - Black_Betty

Summary: Erik remembers the boy he met on Osiris.

Charles is no longer that boy, but that doesn't mean Erik loves him any less…

A Winter in New York - nextraordinaire

Summary: Charles and Erik have been childhood friends for as long as they can remember – Erik, living with his mother in Queens, and Charles in the big mansion in Westchester. For all, expect themselves, it was just natural progression that they'd end up together.

A series of ficlets from the same universe – can be read as separate and are out of chronological order.

A Very Cherik Sleepover – Penguina

Summary: When Erik invites Charles for one of their traditional sleepovers he doesn't expect it'll turn out that way. Instead of taking the upper bunk bed as usual, Charles decides to curl up in Erik's bed with Erik to keep them warm... However, it gets a little too hot.

Something in the way you move – BrightDream

Summary: Erik and Charles have been best friends for years now, but four months ago their relationship secretly became something more.

This means that when Erik's mom leaves them alone in the house, it's their chance to figure it out just what they can do to make each other feel good, even though there are some deep insecurities that might get in the way...-

Quiet Like a Fire - kianspo

Summary: Charles has been in love with his best friend for years without realizing it. When he finally figures it out, Erik is married to a wonderful woman and has an adorable daughter, who thinks the world of Charles. Erik has the perfect life that Charles helped him build, so there is only one thing for it - get over his feelings. So what if his methods are unhealthy or if Erik has an opinion on the matter? Charles is determined to do the right thing.

Love Story - Sophia_Bee

Summary: Charles and Erik are best friends, until they're not. A love story in three parts.

Curve Fitting - kianspo

Summary: The weird thing is, Charles always introduces Raven as his sister, but he never calls Erik his brother. Erik would be bothered, except he prefers not to think of Charles as his brother, either. He can’t figure it out for four years, and then suddenly he can.

Or. A non-powered AU in which Sharon Xavier never remarries, and Charles 'adopts' not only Raven, but Erik too.

Bad things happen when you mix siblings with spite - inazumaghostking

Summary: Erik is determined to fuck Charles.

Raven is determined to stop them.

a.k.a. a sibling fight ft. two gay boys, a concerned sister, and a closet

Did You See This, Erik! - Iggysassou

Summary: "What if Charles and Erik grew up together, Charles absolutely convinced that he was the one protecting Erik and being super proud of himself for it when in reality, Erik has always secretly protected him with his powers because Charles is simply the most adorable person on Earth."

Hot Cocoa Magic – nextraordinaire

Summary: Charles takes Erik out to the skating rink. Erik has never stood on a pair of skates in his life, but it'll be easy-peasy, right?

For Us Two – aliceecrivain

Summary: Erik is five years old the first time he meets Charles in the forest outside his new home and quickly discovers the other boy is more than he appears. Despite being accidental, the event defines the course of his life in ways he never could have expected.

The two boys grow up together, mutually braving the ups and downs of adolescence, and, over time, become inextricably attached. Initially intimidated by the limits the attachment puts on him, Erik yearns to break free in spite of his own feelings, but learns with time that the connection between them is not something he can live without.

Practical Cartography - pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: When Charles discovers how frustrated and self-conscious his best friend Erik is about his ignorance about sex, he's eager to volunteer to help teach him and practice. Charles might not have any more direct experience than Erik, but he does have a telepath's mind full of accidentally picked-up fantasies and memories, as well as knowledge of a few dirty books - and more importantly, he's been madly in love with Erik for years. This seems like a brilliant, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he can't pass up.

Now he just needs to manage to keep his feelings in check, and not ruin their friendship forever.

A Kiss is Just a Kiss – Penguina

Summary: Charles Xavier has always been in Erik's life. However something always gets in the way of Erik actually realizing he has feelings for this adorable dork who was so obviously crushing on him since high school. Until one day, years after their first kiss, Erik finally understands what that feeling he always had for Charles really was! But is he too late? Did he miss his chance to tell Charles 'I love you'? It's been years and did Erik really think Charles would wait for him his entire life?

You and Me Against the World – madmalina

Summary: One important thing to remember: this is a love story.

Twenty years and two lifetimes later. Just two boys learning to mutant, grow up, and love each other.

Wicked Game - obstinatrix, seutedeern

Summary: Erik's reputation as a defender of the weak in elementary school isn't undeserved. He wouldn't have expected a Xavier to fall into that category, but it seems that other people don't see Charles the way Erik does, as a warm, lovely person who should be protected. As the years draw on, Charles and Erik become best friends, inseparable. Everything is perfect, platonically ideal, until it isn't.

Believe (One More Time) – luninosity

Summary: For the prompt, Charles and Erik dated during college and had a bitter break-up right before graduation. It's five years later and they both meet again at their class's reunion for a weekend. Someone was even stupid enough to have them room with each other for the weekend…

If We Met Differently – swoopswoop

Summary: Erik wasn't the only mutant 'taken in' by Shaw, Erik learns this the hard way when a new mutant is dropped into his cell. They manage to escape together, but things aren't all roses after that. Erik has a score to settle and needs to make sure Charles is safe.

With pulses that beat double – aesc, pearl_o

Summary: It has been thirteen years since Charles watched his beloved childhood companion walk out of his life. Now, in fin-de-siècle Paris, a chance overheard remark may lead them to each other's sides once more.

Change is Constant – Black_Betty

Summary: Erik and Charles knew each other in high school, might have even called themselves friends. At their ten year high school reunion, Erik realizes how much has changed.

There is No Future Without You – EnchantedPhoenix

Summary: Charles and Erik were friends when they were children - Until certain circumstances tore them apart. Many years later, when Erik moves to England so that he can study at Oxford University, he certainly doesn't expect to run into his childhood friend again. In fact, he doesn't expect any of the events that follow.

The Cost of a Good Man – archipelago (arcanewriter)

Summary: Erik and his mother flee Europe before the advent of the war to live on the Xavier estate. Charles never questions their good fortune, or his own.