#learning commons

[frondere]

How goes, moth!

I LIVE!!!! LC Chapter is being edited....with a small oneshot/au fic I am providing you all that takes place between chappies 19-22<3 Here's a snippet 4 u!!

He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, tangled up in each other on the couch, but he didn’t care. Every time Fidds moaned, soft and throaty, it hit Stan like a damn lightning bolt. 

That’s going in the spank bank. Real or not.

Stan shifted, his body moving almost of its own accord, grinding against Fidds. The friction made them both groan, and God, he wanted more. His lips trailed down to Fiddleford’s jaw, then his neck, tasting salt and warmth, the earthy scent of Fidds’ cologne mixed with something sharper—oil or grease, maybe—but it worked. All of it worked.

“Fidds,” he rasped, and his voice sounded wrecked even to himself.

“Hmm?” Fiddleford hummed, his hands still buried in Stan’s hair, holding him close.

“I...” Stan swallowed, glancing down, then back up. His fingers trembled as they traced the hem of Fidds’ shirt, but his mind had already decided. Stan pulled back, reluctant but determined, lowering himself to lie between Fiddleford’s legs. His own legs dangled off the armrest of the couch as he settled into place.

Fiddleford tilted his head, watching Stan with curious amusement. The slight quirk of his eyebrow said everything: Go on.

Thank God for sweatpants, Stan thought, his hands sliding along Fidds’ thighs to the waistband. It made everything easier. The fabric gave way quickly, and Fidds’ cock sprang free, already hard, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. Stan’s breath hitched. Holy shit.

He swore he wasn’t one to beg, but right now, he was tempted to get on his knees and start pleading.

Stan licked his lips before looking back up. “Can I….is this okay?” Dream or not, he still had some manners.

Fiddleford snorted, a breathless laugh that only made him look hotter.  “Stanley, you’re sittin’ there lookin’ like a dog starin’ at a steak, and you’re askin’ me if I’m the one fine?”

[intothestacks]

Ah, yes, those two totally connected professions... librarian and nutrition coordinator.

I was looking up alternate names for "librarian" to make a post about different names for the profession and...

[paddysnuffles]

So it’s 8 at night on a Sunday and I’m creeping school learning commons sites for ideas for mine. 

I’m a nerd.

[frondere]

Happy Homo days moth

happy homo days anon I just need you to know this made me cry laugh last night, so enjoy this new LC chapter just for you<3

Chapter 27: The Vault + Bonus

Morning hit Stan like a slow burn, the weight of everything that had happened settling into his chest as he rummaged through the fridge. He wasn’t really hungry—too emotionally exhausted to bother with something solid—but he needed something. His eyes landed on a too-ripe banana and a pack of berries tucked in the back. He grabbed them, setting them on the counter beside the blender. Sleeping next to Ford last night had been….

Grounding.

That was a word Ford would probably liked to use, and yeah, it fit. Even if the nerd snored like a broken engine.

Stan peeled the banana with one hand, his other scratching at the back of his neck. The semester was creeping closer, and with it came the realization that they’d need to figure out how to break the news to Fiddleford. Not the kissing part, or the sex part. God, not that part. Just... that they were sleeping in the same bed. 

Two brothers. 

Totally normal. 

Completely platonic.  

Fidds didn’t have to know about the touching. Or the looks. Or—

He shut the fridge with his elbow and turned, pointing the fruit at Ford like it was a loaded weapon. “I’m still mad at you.”

Ford was perched on the counter, his face haggard but calm, arms crossed. He didn’t even flinch at the banana-wielding accusation. “I know.”

Stan snorted, peeling the fruit and grabbing a knife. “And we gotta figure out what to say to Fidds.” He sliced into the banana, watching Ford from the corner of his eye.

Ford sighed, nodding. “I know ,” he repeated, his voice softer this time.

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You can read the rest here :3

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Oh. you thought this was it? So silly. Enjoy a lovely one shot as well :3

Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite (3572 words) by Frondere Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ford Pines/Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket/Stan Pines Additional Tags: Sibling Incest, Twincest, Wet Dream, What’s a guy gotta do to stop thinking about almost kissing his own brother?, Threesome - M/M/M Series: Part 2 of Learning Commons Summary: For as normal as Stan had hoped things would be over the next two weeks, he quickly realized he was wrong. Very wrong. It was almost like Ford had never met him before, like that awkward first time in the library where everything between them felt strained and distant. Ford was cold, snippy, and kept to himself. Sure, it was finals season, Stan and Fidds had practically resorted to pleading with Ford to eat—at least a bowl of cereal, for crying out loud—and Ford just kept scribbling equations on the damn windows like some kind of madman. But what really stung was how Ford seemed dismissive whenever it came to anything involving Stan directly. Any time they were one-on-one, Ford brushed him off, gave half-answers, or flat-out ignored him. It was like he was trying to avoid Stan, and it didn’t help Stan’s current state of mind. Every night, he went to sleep only to have that incident in the bathroom replay in his head. It haunted him. Worse, sometimes those dreams took a frustratingly… vivid turn, forcing him to wake up and take care of…things. Like today, for example.

[intothestacks]

Adventures in Librarian-ing

Grade 1 Kid, very worried: Ms. Flecha, this book has a rip in it right here. *shows me the rip*

Me: Ah, I can fix that. I have special tape just for that.

Grade 1: *intrigued* Special tape?

Me, as I rifle around for the tape and assess the damage: Yup! It's even called "book tape" because it's made for fixing books just like we're doing.

Grade 1: Why is it special?

Me, as I begin rolling out the tape: Well, it's stronger than regular tape but not too thick so you can still bend the page--

Grade 1: This one's also see-through too!

Me: That's right! That's so you can fix the book but still see the writing or pictures underneath.

Classmate: What are you guys doing?

Me: We're fixing a ripped book.

Grade 1: With book tape!

Classmate: Haha "book tape". *chuckles*

Me: No, really! That's what this kind of tape is called. It even says so on the roll, see? *kids lean in to look*

Grade 1: *repeats to Classmate what we've discussed about what makes book tape special*

Me: *lining up the pages for repair* Alright, time for some book surgery!

Grade 1 & Classmate: *cackle like it's the funniest thing they've ever heard in their lives and mumble "book surgery" in between giggles*

[intothestacks]

Adventures in Librarian-ing

Overheard this morning as two middle school students exited the learning commons:

"*gasp* Imagine a Karen actually named Karen! DOUBLE THREAT!"

Nearly burst a lung trying not to laugh out loud.

P.S. They hadn't been talking about Karens before the outburst; this was entirely out of the blue.

[intothestacks]

Adventures in Librarian-ing

Me, during my introduction to the kids: So you'll probably be able to start going to the Learning Commons not this upcoming week, but next week.

Grade 2 Kid: FINALLY!