#The teacher wants to help Stanley

[pa-pa-plasma]

i don't think i'll ever get over how people treat kids that aren't good in school as worthless no matter what. "oh it can't be that bad" my guy idk how to tell you this but the last time i went to a normal high school the principal called me into his office to brag about how he failed me in all of my classes before the semester was even finished & i should quit while i'm ahead cuz i'm too stupid ("officially" diagnosed as such by a school counselor & a psychiatrist!!) to succeed. & this is considered normal

[lovecla]

TEACH ME (HOW TO MAKE HIM COME) | jack hughes.

nhl masterlist, nsfw, @lovecla’s kinktober collection, chapter two:

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➴ chapter warnings: smut (f. fingering, dirty talk).

➴ word count: 3k

💌 from me to you: listen… if you already read any of my works you know that i don’t know how to write smut. i just wanted to write something for kinktober but turns out this is much harder for me than expected lmfao i hope u guys still like me and forgive me for all my sins.

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YOU TOOK a deep breath before knocking on Jack’s door.

It has now been a week since you asked Jack to be your “sex teacher”, and today would be your first “lesson”— if you could even call this a lesson.

Jack opened the door after a few minutes, smiling like he had just won the Stanley Cup, wearing a backwards hat, a plain, black t-shirt and pants.

Now that you’re really looking at him, Jack is fine. Like, really, really handsome. You get the Hughes brothers appeal now.

“Hey, pretty,” he greets you, nodding with his head and letting you in. “Right on time. Someone’s eager.”

You blush, dropping your things on his couch. “Well, what can I do?”

Jack closes the door behind him and leans against it.

“Are you excited?” He asks, looking genuinely interested in your answer.

“I don’t know if excited is the exact word,” you hum. “I’m really nervous. And anxious too. I barely slept tonight.”

He chuckles, walking towards you and stopping in front of you, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t have to be nervous, baby. Sex isn’t a seven headed monster. It just has one head, maybe two if it’s a really good day.”

You give him a slap on the chest seconds after you get what he meant, hearing his loud laugh.

“You’re being mean.” You mumble, already embarrassed. “What… What are you teaching me today?”

He stops laughing and clicks his tongue.

“Today, you’ll learn how to get yourself off.”

You almost lose all of your senses.

“What? Me?” You yell, confused. “I thought— I thought this was about learning how to make a guy… Well. You know!”

“Before learning how to please others, you’ll have to learn how to please yourself,” he answers, looking dead serious. “I’m not gonna teach you how to make a guy come if I know you won’t be enjoying it.”

“Y-you don’t know that,” you stutter. “Zack probably knows how to get a girl off.”

Jack smirks, but doesn’t say anything. His cockiness made you want to punch him sometimes.

“When was the last time you touched yourself?” He asks the question staring deeply into your soul and you are one hundred percent sure that you won’t make it through this evening.

“Jack!” You shout again, looking everywhere but his face.

He sighs, and before you can even think about doing anything, he gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at his sapphire eyes.

“Listen, pretty,” he starts, his voice soft and gentle. “Having sex is normal and so is touching yourself. If you’re not comfortable with me touching you, you just have to say it, but I really think that, for this to work, you’ll have to trust me.”

You stop looking at him, only to have his finger pressing your chin again. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do, I really do. It’s just that— this is weird to me. I want to have s-sex but what if… what if I’m terrible at it and what if I’m, I don’t know, boring?”

“That won’t happen, baby. And even if it does, who cares?” He licks his lips. “I’m here to help you. So just relax, okay?”

You bite your bottom lip before nodding once. Jack’s face lightens up and he smiles brightly at you.

“Good girl.”

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“THE KEY to knowing how to make yourself feel good, is exploring. Trying to get to know what you like and what you don’t like.”

You were sitting on Jack’s bed, your legs crossed and your hands resting on your lap. Jack was standing in front of you, looking you in the eye.

“Some girls like it when things are rough, when the touch hurts,” he explains, running his fingers down your neck, moving into your shoulder and arms, his touch making you shiver slightly. “Some girls like it when it’s gentle and slow. It’s up to you to find out what you like, mhm?”

You nod with your head, because speaking would just be too much trouble. Maybe you were too touch starved, because just the pressure of Jack’s fingers against your skin made you feel things you have never felt before.

He moved on to your mouth, tracing the line of your lips before parting them slightly with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you, baby?”

“K-kiss me?” You choke on your own saliva. “Why do you want to kiss me? That makes no sense and—” he stares at you with funny eyes. Right. “Okay. Trust you. Okay, fine.”

He grins but doesn’t say anything else and honestly, you’re thankful for it. His silence makes it a whole less awkward and embarrassing. Kissing your friend of years it’s already strange as it is.

Or at least that’s what you thought kissing Jack would feel like, before you felt his lips on yours. His right hand held your chin up, tilting your head just the slightest bit to the side so he could angle his mouth with yours just fine.

His tongue caressed yours with determination, Jack kissed like he knew what he wanted, and you guess he probably does. It wasn’t like any of the other boys you managed to kiss, no. Jack kissed with a purpose, and that purpose was driving you crazy.

He gently pushed your body back, making you lay completely on his bed, your back touching his soft covers. The weight of his body on top of yours definitely did something to you, even if you couldn’t explain what.

He pulls back after your lips are swollen, and even so, you catch yourself pushing further for more, frowning when he shakes his head no.

“I’m gonna touch you now, okay?” He asks, and you nod your head, eagerly, making him chuckle. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you breathe, feeling weird.

He blinks once before gluing his lips to yours again, this time not even asking for permission before touching your tongue with his, his hands moving immediately around your body. Touching your neck, shoulders and hips before moving back to your chest.

You were glad you had chosen not to wear a bra, since now Jack’s access to your boobs was easier. He put his hands inside of your tank top, squeezing your nipple between his index and thumb.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, and you think a million things at once, most of them synonyms for the word “good”. “Sarah?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, closing your eyes when he pulls your nipple and squeezes it, hard. “It does.”

“For you to feel good, you have to set the mood, y’know what I mean?” He sounds like a goddamn teacher and you want to kiss him again. “What’s the fun in getting off if you won’t play with the rest of your body?”

You feel your face burn, because that’s exactly what you thought getting off was: just laying in bed and touching yourself down there, and nothing else.

You jump slightly when you feel something wet around your left nipple, only after realizing it was his mouth. Is this a thing? Do guys do this all the time? And why does it feel so fucking good—

Your first moan comes off as a surprise to you and Jack; you can tell by the way he presses his fingers on your waist harder, the sound making you feel embarrassed for a second.

He moves onto the next, doing the same thing he just did to the other, and you remove his hat just to run your hands through his silky, now short hair.

His hand, the one that had been resting on your hips this entire time, goes to your right thigh, squeezing it hard. He lets go of you, and gets up, leaving you alone in his bed.

“Let’s get you naked, hm?”

Nodding, you get up to a sitting position, holding the hem of your shirt before his hand stops you. He holds your hand before moving you out of the bed, making you stand in front of him. His eyes are asking for permission again and once you give it to him, he starts by unbuttoning your jeans and helping you get out of them, leaving you with your lacy panties and your tank top.

And to your absolute horror, you only then realized that you were wet; your panties were glued to your pussy, and you could feel the sticky liquid coming out of you.

Jack doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he moves on with his task of getting you naked, removing your white top and staring shamelessly at your tits.

“Stop looking at them,” you murmur, hiding your boobs with your hands.

He cocks his head to the side. “Why should I? They’re pretty, just like you.”

“It’s embarassing.” You reply, looking at your feet.

“No, it isn’t, baby,” he snickers, placing his hands on top of yours and removing them from your tits. Then, he pointed at the bed with his head, silently asking for you to lay there again, which you promptly did. You were anxious and excited for what was coming. Besides, it was getting hard to ignore the wetness between your legs.

You laid with your back on the mattress and your head on his pillow, watching as he did the same, laying sideways, with his hand supporting his head. Even if the only light illuminating the room is coming from his bedside lamps, you could tell that his blue eyes were dark, full of something that you couldn’t name, but that was starting to make sense to you.

Because you were sure that if you looked in the mirror, you’d see the same thing reflected in yours.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he whispers, and you can’t help but whimper as you feel his fingers tracing imaginary drawings on your body; your neck, your shoulders, your chest, your tummy, your—

You hold your breath as he toys with the bow in front of panties, squeezing your thighs together as soon as he moves a little bit down.

“Sarah,” he calls beside you, and the only thing you can do is look at him and wait for him to continue. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

“N-no.”

He frowns, confused. “No?”

“‘M wet,” you whisper, feeling the reddeness take over your cheeks.

Jack chuckles, resuming playing with your underwear.

“That’s the goal, baby. It means that we’re doing great work.”

You’re doing great work, you want to tell him, but you choose to stay quiet, the situation already embarrassing enough as it is.

Slowly, you reopen your legs, separating your thighs until your left one touches Jack’s stomach. He hums as he removes your underwear, the cold breeze hitting your pussy and making you shiver.

His fingers slowly find their way back to your core, and when Jack touches your clit, you can finally release the moan you didn’t even know you had been holding this entire time. His finger’s cold, and as he gently rubs your sensitive nub, you start to wonder why it has never felt this good for you before.

Of course, you’ve felt aroused before, especially when you were a teenager. But never enough to actually do something about it— the few times you tried to make yourself come, you’d always stop midway and feel guilty for the next three hours, even if getting off wasn’t anything shameful.

But this? Feeling Jack’s breaths near your neck, his left hand holding your legs open while his right one spreads the slick coming out of you on your folds and clit, the rub that was once gentle, now stong and precise.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he murmurs, kissing you on the lips again. As he tongue fights for space inside your mouth, you can feel his index finger circling your clenching hole. “You can either put a finger inside or just rub here,” he explains, touching your clit again, making you remember why you were laying naked on his bed in the first place. Right, you tell yourself, we’re here for Zack, and for Zack only. “Just do what feels good for you.”

You can feel your walls tightening around his finger as he tries to put it inside you and you bite your lips, holding back a whimper.

“You need to relax, baby, otherwise this will hurt,” he says, soft voice reaching your ears like honey. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head fast. “No, please,”

You can almost hear the smile in his voice when he mumbles a soft “okay”, as you try your hardest to relax. He dips his finger inside of you, while his thumb works fast on the aching button, the wet sound of his fingers on your pussy making you cringe momentarily.

It was different, having something inside you, but a good type of different. And knowing that Jack is the one making you feel this fucking good? Definitely helps a lot.

“I wanna hear you, baby, come on,” he asks, his lips touching your cheek with how close he is. “Make those pretty sounds for me again. Can you do that?”

“Mhm,” you let out a series of sounds, trying not to think so hard. If Jack wanted you to moan for him, you would. “Jack.”

“Does it feel good, pretty?” He smirks, moving his fingers faster, his grip on your tight strong enough to bruise your skin. “Does your little, tight pussy feel good around my fingers? Good enough to make you come for me?”

His dirty, crude words made the red on your face deepen, but at this point, with his finger shoved deep inside of you and his tireless rubbing on your swollen clit, you didn’t care much.

The only thing in your head was the need to release yourself in his hands.

“Answer me, or I’ll stop,” he orders and you roll your eyes, holding his neck with your arms, gluing your chest to his clothed body, his finger reaching deeper inside you with the new angle. “Sarah—”

“It d-does,” you stutter, breathing in his perfume. God, he smells so fucking good. “It feels so good, Jack, I don’t want you to stop, I—”

“Are you going to come, baby?”

“Dunno,” mumbling, you grab his hair, pulling it. “I want to.”

“Then come on, baby. I’ll talk you through it,” he whispers in your ear, biting your lobe right after.

“No,” you moan. “That’s… embarrassing.”

He chuckles, pressing his thumb against your clit, making you arch your back with how sensitive you were. “What’s so embarrassing about me talking you through? Telling you how good your pussy feels around my finger? How hot and wet you are, taking me so well and deep too.”

“Jack—”

“Have you wondered about how my dick’s going to feel inside you?” He licks your cheek before kissing it gently. “How deep I’ll be. How I’ll make you beg and cry for my cock, so I can wreck your pussy and have you moaning for me. And you’ll wet my sheets, just like you’re doing right now, won’t you, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes,”

“And it’ll feel so good, right, pretty? You’ll let me hear those pretty sounds of yours while I teach you how to take a cock, hm?”

Still with your nose buried in his chest, your body moving forward with each of his thrusts, you shake your head. “No— teach me how to take y-your cock, Jack.”

Why the hell did you just say that, somewhere, someone, inside your mind asks you, what about Zack?

What about him?

Jack’s chuckle brings you back for a moment. “‘Course, pretty. Teach you how to take my cock.”

Satisfied, you hold him closer, closing your legs together, the tension inside of you growing with each thrust. You weren’t sure of what was going to happen, but it felt so fucking good.

“Jack— I’m gonna.”

His fingers only manage to go faster, reach deeper.

“Come for me, baby,”

Even if this is— officially— your first time coming, you still don’t understand how your body just responded to Jack so well, and how you literally came on command— something inside you made you think that this doesn’t happen often.

But there was just something about him teaching you how to make yourself this wet, how he left your pussy sore and clenching around nothing, how his blue eyes never left yours and how his blondish, damp hair is sticking to his forehead, making he look ten times hotter than he already normally does.

How haven’t we ever noticed he’s this fine?

“Hi,” you whisper, smiling tiredly and laying on his chest.

He smiles back. “Hi, pretty.”

“This was… definitely something.”

“How do you rate your class from zero to ten?” He joked and you laugh quietly.

“A ten,” you mumble. “An eleven if you let me stay the night.”

“I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway but if telling you yes will make my score go higher then yes, please, you can spend the night here,” he kisses your lips briefly, before pulling back, a somewhat worried expression decorating his beautiful, angelic face. “Does Z know where you are?”

“Told him I’d sleep at my friend’s house,” you say, not feeling even the slightest bit bad for lying to Trevor. I mean, you had just come on Jack Hughes’ fingers after he got you off and sucked your tits. Trevor can go to hell for all you care.

“Mhm,” Jack hums, getting up suddenly and taking you with him. “Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll go to sleep.”

You wanted to protest but he was right, you both had to clean yourselves up. And showering with him didn’t sound so bad.

At all.

Phase two of getting Zack to like you: complete.

[causenessus]

cold kisses

part 0.5. PINK DYE

PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . i hope that you think of me by pity part (girls club)

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extras <3

y/n woke up early and decided to text kenma immediately bc she was feeling a little nervous about everything

suna and iwa told her to ask casual so she was trying so hard to act normal she maybe failed a little

in her defense kenma also wasn't helping with how monotone he was and then a sudden smiley face bc kuroo saw that they were texting and immediately scolded him saying "why do you text like you've never experienced an emotion in your life? you need smiley faces or something"

kenma bought y/n flowers when they went out for coffee playing it off as "i thought it'd be cool to take a picture with"

he didn't even expect y/n to take a picture since nothing had really been released on her side about a boyfriend yet but she thought he was so sweet and wanted to post it anyway

kenma trying to be romantic and noya's i feel so sigma on the same page killed me for some reason

like two (2) people asked atsumu how working with y/n was and he took it as "i must tell the people how i feel about her and shoot my shot"

no ukai really didn't have to be in here but i love him okay i love my pretty princess and i wanted him in here as someone's father please tolerate me

ukai is the kind of guy that drops dad lore at the most random times like you'll be talking about something and then he's suddenly like "oh the stanley hotel? yeah i worked there for a few years 😐" (real story a drama teacher has dropped on me)

and the only way anyone can respond is "ukai ur a coach when did u have the time to work at the stanley hotel and why did u quit"

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[sugarandspisces-writes]

Kiss It Better Pt. I

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Summary: Melissa engages in a game of kickball with her students and takes a nasty tumble. With the help of her colleagues, she makes her way to you, the school nurse.

Word Count: 4.6k

CW/TW: Mentions of hospitals and injuries

Although Melissa was a seasoned teacher, sometimes it was challenging to get into the swing of things after a nice vacation. While she was used to instructing two classes, the job still came with its fair share of tough days. The holiday break was much needed, considering it gave her time to recuperate from the first semester.

Originally, she hadn’t planned on going anywhere, and was fully content with spending two weeks at home with her feet kicked up. That was until she heard you complaining about the brutal winter weather. You weren't native to the north, and though you'd lived there for some time, you hadn't adjusted to the seasonal changes.

The more you mentioned it, the more she realized the feeling was mutual. She decided it wouldn't hurt to ring in the New Year differently, so the two of you brainstormed destinations and settled on a spur-of-the-moment trip to Florida. She had a guy who could get her discounted plane tickets and a hotel room for little to nothing. Before she knew it, she was getting sunkissed on Palm Beach. She’d be making a ton of ziti to return the favor, but the bottomless margaritas and adrenaline-filled nights at the casino were more than worth it.

It was now a week later and with her mind still on island time, she hoped for a relaxed first day back. The class was rowdy when they arrived, but that was to be expected. They were excited to be with each other after a couple of weeks away, but luckily they could themselves down without much of her guidance. So far the day was going well, and she was teaching her last morning lesson before recess.

The class was reading silently, making it the perfect time to catch up on some emails. Most of them were from parents, but she had one from Ava with the schedule of upcoming meetings for the remainder of the year. The first one was tomorrow morning meaning she had to wake up extra early.

She rolled her eyes, and the expression only intensified as she skimmed through the rest of the message. According to the principal, breakfast would be provided. However, the last time Ava promised to provide food, the “breakfast” in question was fun-sized boxes of cereal from the cafeteria. She would definitely need her extra-large Stanley Tucci mug to get through tomorrow morning.

She had one last email to read and was delighted to see your name attached to it. The message was marked as a priority, declaring the content to be urgent. It was a reminder for all teachers, asking them to collect and return the forms the students received before the break. As the school nurse, part of your job was ensuring that the kids had updated health records on file.

As for Melissa's class, just about everyone remembered to have their guardians fill out your forms, and she planned to give them to you later today. That prompted her to text you so she could see what your schedule looked like.

M: Hey, I’ll bring those forms to you during my planning period

��� You sure? I don't mind stopping by your class later

You knew someone was bound to forget to deliver the forms, so you’d have to snag them at the end of the day.

M: I’ll bring them, hon. One less trip you’ll have to make.

Truthfully, the redhead wanted an excuse to see you, and her planning period conveniently took place when your day came to a lull.

↪ Thanks! You’re amazing!! 

Melissa’s lips curled upward at your compliment.

M: I might sit with you for a few when I come down. Is that okay?

She was considerate of your job, and no matter how much she wanted to see you during the day, she never wanted to interfere with your work.

↪ Of course that’s okay. You’re always welcome. Just let me know when you’re headed down

For the most part, your relationship was under wraps. Everyone who needed to know was informed, and everyone else was left to assume. And assume they did, because your affinity for each other was a hot topic around the school. Abbott loved to talk, but Melissa had eyes and ears all over–literally.

She’d become acquaintances with a couple members of the camera crew, and their knowledge combined with Barb’s allowed her to obtain information from virtually every square inch of the building. Just about everything that was said made its way back to the source. However, it didn’t bother either of you. If anything, it was amusing, and you found fun in keeping everyone guessing.

Engaged in her reverie, Melissa didn't notice the child standing directly beside her until the small voice spoke. “Ms. Schemmenti.”

Startled by their presence, she nearly jumped out of her seat. A hand clutched at her chest causing the young girl to laugh. “Jeez, Mya!” 

“Sorry.” She motioned toward the clock on the opposite side of the room. “Isn't it time for recess?

Melissa looked to where her student was pointing and saw it was 11:20 AM. Crap. They were supposed to be gone five minutes ago. She thanked the girl for telling her, then stood up to alert everyone else.

"Alright, my little eagles, it’s time for recess! We’re a little late because I got distracted, but you guys aren’t surprised, right?” A unison of “no” echoed around the room. “That was a rhetorical question, but thank you for the enthusiastic responses.”

She answered queries about the meaning of ‘rhetorical’, while everyone got their coats on. It was considerably cold, but not cold enough for the school to cancel outside activities. Melissa didn’t mind since this was her kid’s way of getting their energy out and she always made sure everyone had enough clothing on to protect them from the chill.

Once everyone was ready, they walked down the hall in formation. Melissa’s class was large, and while it could be hard to wrangle them all, they did a pretty good job at keeping each other in check. 

“I can’t believe we lost a whole 5 minutes,” Daniel whined from the back of the line. It was quiet, but Melissa still heard, so she slowed her steps to meet him once he strolled by.

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and said, “I’m sorry, buddy. I’ll make it up to you, okay?” When he didn’t respond she spoke again. “How about this? I’ll do a class vote, and then youse can decide what I owe you.”

Even though the boy accepted her apology, he still hung his head low. Melissa squeezed his shoulder for good measure, then let him free as they approached the doors that led outside.

“Melissa!” Janine shouted, waving the redhead over to her. “I was looking for you guys. What happened?”

“Hey, kid. I was reading emails and lost track of time.” Melissa explained as she walked over to the second grade teacher.

“I had a lot of those too! Did you see Ava sent that one email, like, three times? It was so weird,” she laughed and Melissa agreed. “I bet your kids were sad about being late, huh?”

“You shoulda seen their faces when I told them they lost some time,” Melissa shared. “I might as well have told them Santa wasn’t real.”

Janine stuck her bottom lip out in a pout, knowing the exact look Melissa was referring to. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m still getting used to the flow of things too. The first day back is always a little rocky for me.”

“I’m usually okay, but I don’t know what happened today.” Melissa shrugged, looking off into the distance (Except she knew exactly what happened, and it was you).

“Well, they seem pretty happy now that they’re out here, so that’s good,” Janine noted.

“Yeah, but I’m sure I’ll be making it up to them for the next few weeks.” Melissa sighed and Janine nodded in agreement, knowing how relentless kids could be.

“Oh, one of your students is coming over here. I spoke too soon, it looks like he has a bone to pick with you.” She nudged the woman in her side.

Melissa narrowed her eyes before turning toward the student. “Hey, Daniel. What’s up?”

“Can you please play with us?” The little boy asked politely.

She looked across the playground and saw a group of students eyeing her expectantly. She couldn’t deny that it tugged at her heartstrings to see them so eager. However, playing with them wasn’t exactly on the agenda today.

“Oh, I don’t know, hon. There isn't much time left, and I’m sure you don’t want me slowing your game down.”

“Please, we really want you to play. And you said you’d make it up to us, remember?” He reminded her. 

This wasn’t her ideal way of making it up, but when Melissa looked down at the boy’s big, hopeful eyes, she couldn’t say no. She looked toward Janine and of course, she was looking at her with just as much expectation as the kids. The next thing Melissa knew, she was involved in a lively kickball game.

“Ms. Schemmenti, Ivy’s cheating!” Tyler yelled as soon as Melissa stepped up to the makeshift base. “I caught the ball, so that means she’s out!”

“I’m not cheating! The ball slipped out of your hands, so I’m still in the game!” Ivy yelled back at him.

“Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater!” He teased. “You’re out!”

Melissa knew that it wouldn’t be an elementary school game if there wasn’t a little drama, but she had to hold her laughter back as she listened to their banter. “Okay, that’s enough, guys. Now, Tyler, tell me what happened again.”

“Ivy kicked the ball and I caught it, so that means she’s out.” He explained to her.

Instead of handling the situation herself, she decided to play the mediator. “Okay, How many people saw Tyler catch the ball?” Almost everyone raised their hand, so she turned to the girl to give her a sad smile. “Sorry, hon. You gotta follow the rules.”

“No fair!” The girl crossed her arms over her chest and began to stomp away.

Before she got far, Melissa gave the child a proposition. “Hey, how about I let you run the bases for me? That way you can stay in the game.” Quite frankly, she wasn’t in the running mood, and due to the cold, her joints were stiff. She also didn’t want the child to be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. This way, everyone got what they wanted.

“Deal!” Her mood instantly changed, and Melissa received a wide grin and a high five.

“All right, Ivy’s gonna run for me.” She announced to the group.

“I think that’s against the rules.” Someone piped up from behind her.

“Well, I’ve got a bad knee, so I ain’t running anywhere.” The teacher emphasized her point by wagging her index finger from side to side.

“Well, Ms. Schemmenti, you did say we have to follow the rules.” Ivy recited the woman's recent words.

Melissa closed her eyes and released a sigh at the girl's remark, now regretting using that exact phrase. “Alright, Alright.” The teacher relented. As much as she wanted to disagree with the girl, she was right, and it would be unfair to go against her word. “I’ll run, but go easy on me.” 

“Okay, everyone get into position!” Tyler yelled, alerting his classmates that the game was about to start. He rolled the ball down to the teacher, and the woman gave her best kick without using her full power. They were undoubtedly faster than her, but she was certainly stronger, and everyone needed a fair shot. 

She then ran to first base and was pleased with herself at how quickly she got there. She hadn’t played a game like this in a while, so it was gratifying to see that she still could. The confidence boost allowed her to make it past the next two bases. Tyler hurled the ball in an attempt to get her out, and she dodged it.

Melissa soon realized that was a mistake once she tripped. The heel of her boot got caught on an uneven patch of grass and she failed to regain balance. Her ankle rolled inward and she collapsed with a thud. A series of gasps filled the air, and within seconds she was surrounded by concerned children. They were too scared to touch her, but that didn’t stop them from getting help.

“Teacher down! Teacher down!” A shrill voice shouted at the top of their lungs.

While Melissa was thankful for the effort, she was unhappy about the attention she now received. Embarrassment was an emotion she rarely felt, but today it was warranted. Listening to her students' frantic chatter gave her something to focus on other than the blush burning her face. 

“Okay, let’s back up! Give Ms. Schemmenti some space, please!” Janine's voice of reason rang through all the chatter.

The kids inched away, but only far enough so Janine could have access. It was clear they were protective of their teacher, as they wouldn't take their eyes away for a second in case something were to happen.

Janine held her hand over her mouth as she kneeled in front of the woman. “Oh my God, Melissa! What happened? Are you okay? Can you get up?”

Once the crowd dissipated some, the woman felt she could move freely. She sat up, dusted her hands off, then brushed the debris from her clothes.

“M’fine,” she muttered in response to Janine’s frantic questioning.

“Are you sure? You fell pretty hard.” Janine noted her flushed cheeks and she could only imagine how she felt. Being that she’d embarrassed herself countless times, she had an idea, though she’d never been in this exact situation.

Melissa smoothed her hair back into place, ignoring the sympathetic look on the younger woman’s face. The expression made her want to crawl into a hole and never return. “Thank you for that riveting statement.” 

She reached out for Janine’s hand, a silent invitation for her assistance, and felt herself being tugged into an upright position. She hadn't felt it at first, but once she planted her right foot on the ground, a searing pain shot through it. Reflexively, her arm slung across the shorter woman’s shoulder to keep herself steady. She hissed, then hung her head low in an attempt to conceal the pain on her face. 

“What’s wrong?” Anxiety laced the junior teacher’s voice, but Melissa just ignored her, unable to simultaneously be in pain and answer questions. She took another step, thinking she could walk it off, but she was sorely mistaken. A groan slipped from her mouth and the sound shocked her as much as it did Janine. 

The latter's steps halted, almost causing the injured woman to topple over. “Okay, you’re obviously hurt. I think you should go see Y/N.”

At the mention of your name, the redhead straightened her posture. There was no way in hell she would go to your office and interrupt your day for something minor like this. She wasn't bleeding or dying, so she wouldn't have you fussing over her when you had students to care for. “I'll be okay. I just need to make it to my classroom.”

Janine bit the inside of her cheek, a telltale sign that her worry was increasing. “I don’t know, Melissa. I think you should let them take a look at it.” 

She tried to stand on her own to prove a point, but she simply couldn’t do it. The pain only grew with her efforts, and tears began to prick at her eyes. “Just let me sit down for a bit, okay? I’ll go see Y/N after lunch if it still hurts.”

Janine settled for the compromise and recruited a teacher to watch their kids while she got Melissa inside. It was a challenging effort, but miraculously, they made it back safely. They received a few strange looks from other staff members, but Janine warded their concerns away with a smile. Once they arrived, she helped Melissa get settled at her desk.

“Don’t worry about your class, I’ll bring them back,” Janine assured her. “Do you need anything while I’m here? I could get Barbara if she’s–”

Melissa immediately shook her head. The very last thing she needed was for Barb to find out. “That's okay.” 

Janine gave a wary look in return, as she wasn’t expecting her coworker to deny that offer. “Are you sure?”

She huffed, sick of the questions, and took a beat before answering. “Just bring my kids back, please. That’s all I need right now.”

She wasn’t in any position to argue with that, so she accepted the task. “Okay, I’ll have them back in no time.”

“Thanks, pipsqueak,” Melissa said, causing the woman to take on a disgruntled look. Though she wasn't happy about the circumstances, she switched her tone to show her true appreciation. “Really, Janine, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She smiled, happy that she could complete a good deed for the day.

Moments later, Melissa was reunited with her rambunctious class. They came pouring in, not even bothering to take their coats off as they filled the empty space around her desk. Despite the considerable change in climate, they were too invested in her situation to care. 

“We heard you fell.”

“Are the second graders in trouble?”

“Did you break your leg?!”

“Are you going to the hospital?”

“Who’s gonna take us to lunch?”

She broke her silence to address the last comment. “Really, Elijah? That’s what’s on your mind?” 

“I’m sorry, Ms. S, but I’m starving.” He rubbed his belly in broad strokes.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna get to lunch on time.” While that was great news, it only answered one of their burning questions. They continued to stare her down and she caved at the sincerity. “I know I probably scared some of you, but I’m okay. My leg is not broken, and no, I will not be going to the hospital. Most importantly, no one is in trouble, capisce?”

When she received answers of understanding, she moved on to the next order of business. “Now, let me see who’s gonna walk youse to lunch.”

“Ms. Teagues can take us, or Mrs. Howard!” A student announced excitedly, waving in the direction of the door where both teachers were standing. However, Melissa was so focused on consoling her class and making sure they got fed, that she didn’t notice their presence.

She tried to roll toward the class phone, but it was on the opposite side of the desk. The feat was too large, so she grabbed her cell instead. She scrolled to Janine’s contact, internally swearing that this would be the last favor she asked of her. “Mrs. Howard might be busy, hon, so I think Ms. Teagues is our best bet.”

Elijah grabbed the woman’s attention again. “No, she's not. Mrs. Howard is right there.” He nodded toward the outskirts of the crowd. 

Barbara’s deep eyes shone with concern as they met Melissa’s, but the redhead could only scrunch her face in confusion. What the hell? she thought, but it all made sense once she saw Janine sporting a guilt-ridden expression.

Her lips thinned into a smile as she tried to keep her composure. “Ms. Teagues, do you mind taking them to lunch? I’d appreciate it so much.”

Janine knew what that look meant, so she was quick to speak. “Not at all! Come on guys, grab your lunches if you brought one today.” Once everyone was ready, they made a swift exit because she didn't want to face Melissa’s wrath.

As the last footsteps trickled out, quiet fell over the teachers. Barbara’s eyes never left her best friend, inspecting her from head to toe, watching as Melissa twiddled her thumbs. It irked Barb that she wasn’t paying the slightest attention and she would not tolerate being blatantly ignored. “Melissa Schemmenti! Are you going to tell me what's going on?”

Melissa proceeded to avoid eye contact. She picked up a pen along with a stack of papers as if she were about to grade them. Her petulance sent Barb over the edge. If she didn’t want to tell her, that was fine, but she was tired of this little game.

“You know, I was trying to give you a chance to tell me yourself, but it seems you would rather act like a child.” The woman smirked, knowing her next words would get a reaction. “Janine already told me what happened.”

“I told her to keep her mouth shut!” Melissa curled her hands into fists and banged them against the wood. “I’m gonna kill that girl!”

“Not with one working ankle, you won’t,” Barbara quipped.

“I'll find someone to do it for me.” She shot back, not in the mood for jokes.

Barbara just rolled her eyes, disregarding her friend's dramatic nature. “So what’s your plan? Are you going to roll around in this chair all day?”

“Just leave it alone, will you?” Melissa was getting tired of the third degree from everyone. If she wanted to sit in her room all day, why did it matter to them? It was her injury, not theirs.

“I will not leave it alone! Not until you go see Y/N.”

She looked the older woman directly in her eyes for the first time today. “I’m not goin’, Barb.”

“You will, or I’ll tell them to come to you. Better yet, I'll drag you to an urgent care.” Barbara crossed her arms and gave Melissa a daring look.

“Oh, now you’re out of your mind,” Melissa scoffed. Even though they were in her classroom, if she could get up and walk away, she’d leave Barb right there with her delusions.

The woman gasped audibly at the insinuation that she was crazy. “Trust me, you haven’t seen me out of my mind.”

“You sure? 'Cause that sounds pretty insane to me.” She twisted her pen in a circle near her head, showcasing how absurd the idea sounded.

“No, Melissa, what's insane is you sitting here with an injury, making no attempts to seek medical attention, when there's a perfectly capable nurse in the building!” Her hands moved fervently as she spoke, the pearls around her neck rattling from the action. “Since you won't go on your own, I’ll get someone to take you.” With that, she marched out of the room, having had enough of her obstinacy.

“Barb, don’t you dare!” She yelled, but there was no use as the woman was halfway down the hall due to the speed she was walking.

She groaned in frustration, not faring well with having one working foot. The dull ache was a constant reminder of what occurred, and though she knew it was in her best interest to see you, she wasn't in enough pain to seek your help. But leave it to her colleagues to put their noses into her business.

She reached for her purse and rifled through it before pulling out a compact mirror. If she was going to be seen in this state, she wanted to make sure she looked presentable. As she met her reflection, she frowned. Her hair was out of place, her eyelashes were wonky, and there were a few spots where her makeup had smudged. She fixed what she could, applying lip gloss to finish her look. As she ran a brush through her strands, footsteps approached her room.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” She threw her head back as Gregory came through her door. “Why are you here?”

Gregory almost looked as confused as her, and as he prepared to speak, Barb cut him off.

“To escort you to Y/N's office.” She smiled kindly, directing her pearly whites in Gregory's direction.

Melissa side-eyed the man, adding a mean mug to show her dismay. “But Barb, I don't need—”

“Ah, ah, no buts." She held a hand up to silence her. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go teach, but I expect you to have your injuries mended when you return.” She didn't walk away until she received final confirmation from Gregory.

“Oh, yeah, I'll make sure of it,” he promised. Though he was content with minding his business, he'd only agreed to this because Barb wouldn't take no for an answer.

Melissa sighed as the man moved to stand behind her, in preparation to wheel her out. She turned around so he could understand the grave meaning behind her words. “Just take me there. Don't ask any questions and don't tell anyone what you saw.”

“Oh, I already know how you roll.” After receiving another dirty look from the redhead, he noticed his poor choice of words. He tucked his lips into his mouth, then bowed his head before saying, “I'm sorry.”

You didn’t expect the first day back to be so crazy, but it had been jam-packed with injuries. Nose bleeds, headaches, fevers, stomach aches, you name it. You didn’t mind though because it made the day go faster. You had one more student to tend to before your break, so you decided to clean your office before their arrival. You disinfected the cots and countertops, as well as your little waiting area, and then you took inventory of your supplies and stocked up on whatever you’d need for the last half of the day.

“Hey, nurse Y/N!” Melissa’s student, Daniel, waved excitedly as he entered your office. He gave you a quick hug before retreating to his original spot.

“Hey, buddy! How was your break?” You loved hearing about what the kids did during their time off. He told you about the trip he took to visit family in New York, and how he got to spend the holidays with his grandmother who he hadn’t seen since he was a baby. He also mentioned all the good food he ate and the presents he received. “That’s awesome! It sounds like you had a great time.”

“Yeah, it was pretty great. What did you do?” The curious boy asked.

“I went to Florida,” you said casually, hoping to get a reaction out of him. When he gasped in shock, you flashed a grin in his direction.

“No way! That’s so much cooler than New York.” Daniel was infatuated with Florida, on the account of Disney World, and he made it known that he would save every penny ever given to him in hopes of being able to afford a ticket to the attraction.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t go see Mickey Mouse without you.” You knew the question was on the tip of his tongue. “But it was a pretty cool trip.”

“Ms. Schemmenti went to Florida too!” He informed you, still looking at you with stars in his eyes. 

You smiled as he told you the bits and pieces that Melissa shared with his class, minus the details of her gambling adventures. However, you weren’t sure she left out 100% of the details, because Daniel recalled her saying that she would incorporate some new card games into their math lessons to “teach them some new strategies”. Leave it to Melissa to teach her students how to outsmart each other.

“It sounds like she had a lot of fun!” You exclaimed, taking in the events as if you weren’t there to experience them firsthand. Her students were ridiculously smart, so you were ready for him to catch on to the similarities in your story, but he didn’t. 

You busied yourself with preparing his medication so he could make his way to the cafeteria. Daniel had cystic fibrosis, so he took pancreatic enzymes to aid his absorption of nutrients. He took them before every meal and snack, so he was a frequent flyer in your office. “Alright, dude, I got your pills ready. You just need to get some water.” He gladly accepted the paper cup from your hand and walked toward the water fountain. 

You looked around the room as he took his meds, and the absence of another child caught your attention. Normally, Melissa utilized the buddy system to ensure that her students made it to their destination safely. “Did you walk here by yourself?” 

“No, Ms. Teagues walked us to lunch today.”

You scrunched your eyebrows in pure confusion. “Why was Ms. Teagues taking you to lunch?”

“Ms. Schemmenti hurt herself so she couldn't take us,” he explained.

Hearing Melissa’s name in the same breath as the word ‘hurt’ made your heart rate pick up, but you kept a poker face. “Really? How’d that happen?”

A guilty expression crossed his face, and he released a deep breath before speaking. “Well, we were playing kickball during recess and she fell. It was kind of scary, but then she got up and everything was okay. At least I think she’s okay.”

“What makes you say that?” You tried to get as much information as you could before the bell rang, signaling that it was time for the younger kids’ lunch. 

“She told us she wasn’t in pain, but I don’t think that’s true.”

You hadn’t assessed the woman yet, but you agreed with his statement because you knew how Melissa was. She worked hard to keep up her tough persona, but even the students could see past it sometimes. “You guys really roughed her up out there, huh?”

The boy shrugged sheepishly. “We didn’t mean for her to get hurt. She’s one of our favorite teachers, and we just wanted to have some fun.”

You could see he truly felt bad, so you attempted to cheer him up. “It was very nice of you guys to include her. I’m sure she appreciated that.” You smiled. “Don’t feel too bad, okay?”

He nodded, and with that, the bell rang. You walked him to the exit and sent him on his way, but now without a hug goodbye. “Have a good lunch. I’ll see you later for a snack.” 

Once he made it down the hallway, you focused on the sight directly to your left: Melissa sitting in her desk chair with Gregory at her side, standing against the wall, as if he were her bodyguard (though that would be a pointless duty because everyone knew Melissa didn’t need a guard).

You motioned them into your office so they'd be out of the crossfire of hungry kids. The pair looked at you with blank faces, and you stared at them with your hands on your hips. “Well, what do we have here?”

A/N: Hey, how are ya? It’s been a while and I’ve missed writing immensely. I'm a little nervous about posting again, but I hope this was worth the wait. Let me know what you think, and thank you for reading! P.S. Special thanks to everyone who voted on the poll <3

[cartoonsinthemorning]

So I absolutely love all your thoughts and ideas about a fem Stan, but what about a fem Ford? I feel like that could also be a really fun dynamic. Stan trying to be the man and protecting fem!Ford from bullies, but is really just entirely wrapped around Fords fingers. And then! The jealousy could come into play in other ways! Like Stan starts dating someone and Ford is pissed about it so she leaves a lipstick mark on his collar or subtly sprays him with perfumes so that Stans partner thinks he was cheating and leaves him. And the obsessionnn. Imagine her stealing Stan’s shirts and sleeping in them just because they smell like him. Or staring at him while he sleeps and sketching him in her personal diary (though let’s be real, canon Ford did that too lol.) Anyways, I also like the idea of all of these pent up feeling finally coming out and her just riding Stan until he can’t think straight and her being like “that’s right, you’ll never have it this good with anyone else.” Idk. Thoughts?

Hello new friend! Thank you for enjoying my thoughts and ideas about fem!Stan, and for now kickstarting a conversation about fem!Ford too! I have a lot of thoughts. So many, in fact, that before moving to the shippy part, I need to focus on Ford alone, first. What would differ, was he born a girl. Quite a lot. I’m gonna be blunt. All things Ford had been oppressed by, in canon, would hit ten times harder, if he was a girl. Take academic ambitions, for example: I’m not saying that fem!Ford’s extraordinary intelligence wouldn’t had earned her praise. I just doubt she would had been encouraged to pursue higher education, and convert her studies into a career. A jewish WOMAN into STEM? Back then? I don’t think any of her teachers suggested she shoots for a prestigious university- why give her and her family unrealistic expectations? Ma and Pa would had been happy to have a smart, studious daughter, but I’m sure the idea to invest into her studies would had been up to debate, if not shot down immediately: to spend that type of money, when her likely future job would be either high school science teacher, or museum curator- would had been a pointless waste, to someone like Filbrick Pines.

To be honest, I think teen fem!Ford would had rather been encouraged, by her parents, to attend professional classes instead, something like a typewriting course- in order to find a stable secretary job, for example, after high school. Can you imagine, someone with Ford’s potential, being told “Well honey, at least you can put those extra fingers to a practical use, if you learn to type very fast”? Can you imagine how UTTERLY humiliated fem!Ford must had felt, all the time? Just like Ford, I think she’d be perfectly aware what a genius she is, and how drastically she’s been underestimated. And yet, she’d have to take in consideration the evidence: it doesn’t matter how great her mind is. They are right, there’s no place that would want her. The only person that would root for her, ever the dreamer, would be Stanley. He’d just take her hands, wipe her tears away, and promise, with naive, granitic certainty, that he will find a way to help her. His plans would range from completely unrealistic and cartoonish (“Ya could invent a machine that turns me into a brainiac, and once Pa send me to that tech uni ya like, I’ll sneak you in the classes, and you’ll take my place!”), to painfully sweet, albeit still unrealistic (“If Pa doesn’t want to support ya, I’ll take two or three jobs and pay for your studies and stuff myself!”). Stanley would look at his sister with bright eyes, and a huge optimistic grin, stating that she’s the smartest gal that ever existed, so there’s NO WAY she won’t become some posh scientist and prove everyone in Glass Shard Beach wrong. Every time Stanley would pull his stupid, naive, adoring Protector Knight acts, fem!Ford would feel so angry at herself for blushing, and for her heart-rate speeding up. Because it’s so intoxicating to be believed in, but she can’t afford to fall for Stanley’s overly-hopeful view of her condition, and she can’t afford to fall for him either. And this brings me to yet another point I wanted to make: self-esteem, and societal expectations.

If canon Ford’s hands got him bullied, and classified as freak- for a girl, they would had also been a mark of ugliness and considered remarkably un-feminine. I bet F., as a little girl, suffered a lot for having more in common with the grotesque antagonistic creatures of her favorite books, rather than the princess. And I’m sure EVERYONE around her didn’t fail to make her notice too. In subtle ways, sometimes. Like her mom suggesting she gets ear-rings, for her birthday, rather than bracelets, because it would be best not to concentrate more attention on those, right? Even if teen fem!Ford would act aloof, as if she didn’t care anymore, she’d be so self conscious about her large palms and extra fingers- so unfeminine and gross- she’d fantasize about chopping them off quite often. If Stanley hadn’t happily held her hand throughout their childhood, and “made fun” of how tiny her hands look in his large ones, as teenagers, maybe she would have, in a fit of self-hate. Thing is, fem!Ford would hold grudges and set secret standards in her head. It’s not like she thinks she’d never be able to get a boyfriend, despite her hands: she doesn’t look horrible, she’d be pretty, even, if she cared for her appearance like her moms begs her to do- but F. wouldn’t be able to suppress the burning conviction that “No other man but Stanley deserves me”. Other men may want her despite her hands, but Stanley was there since the beginning, telling her her hands make her more special than any other girl, like she was magical, like she belong in the fairy tales book she used to read aloud to him. What a stab to the heart, then, that she can’t have him. Not only because they are siblings, but because, just like you said, Stanley would date someone else. Carla, and some other stupid bitch that F. would need to get rid of, because they don’t deserve Stanley like she does neither! I love all the strategies you listed, to “mark her territory” and push other girls away!! I love toxic, jealous girlies!! I don’t condone Ford’s yanderism, but fem!Ford has my blessing. She can be a creep, as a treat. As for the part you mentioned, about fem!Ford snapping and riding Stan- YES I also agree, AND I’d like to add to it. In this AU, Stanley isn’t a misogynist in the classic sense: he doesn’t consider his sister an inferior at all. But… he would not be immune to absorbing the Madonna-whore complex:Girls like Carla- he can fool around with, because they are that kind of girls. Promiscuous, slutty- bad girls. But his sister is different. She’s so virtuous, so smart- his pure, innocent little sister. Stanley would NEVER lay a finger on her. Yes, he may admit to himself he is in love with her, which is also horrible, but at least he would never, ever sexualize her. Cue Stanley playing dumb, or finding excuses to weasel away, whenever fem!Ford flirted with him, or even made clear advances- during the entire length of their teenage years. Until fem!Ford just. Decided she couldn’t take it anymore, stripped naked, slipped into Stan’s bed, and grinded and kissed his neck until he caved, lmao. I have even more thoughts, but it’s getting late, here. I must cut the yapping short, for now. Please, feel free to come chat again, and throw more ideas of your own at me! Thank you for this one, MMMMWAH, baci baci!

[heideez]

tidbits/headcanons from my relativity falls au + fic “one of those questions with no real answer”

Stan and Ford feed off of each other’s emotions and reactions, like, a LOT. Especially Ford. He learns emotions from Stanley, learns mannerisms from Stanley, and understands social norms from him, because Stan is the only constant in his life, and is typically always with him. So if Stan starts to cry, esp if it’s over something irrational, Mabel and Dipper start to panic a lil because they know Ford’s probably going to start crying too and that’ll just make things worse 😭😭😭

Ford and Stan had a few-month period where they drifted before they left Jersey, because the abuse was worsening for Stan, and Ford was being intentionally kept in the dark about it, as well as being pushed extremely hard in school, but after The Incident (tm) that leads them to Gravity Falls, they come back together + are closer than ever esp after summer.

Grauntie Mae has put in a lot of work to reverse teachings of toxic masculinity and the boys have been quite receptive (esp considering they’re both queer + nd and didn’t resonate much with that in the first place)

Stanley had a bit of a Wendy situation with Dan Corduroy over the summer, but it turned into a big-brother thing wayyy before Dipper’s crush did, mostly a means of helping Stan come to terms with his bisexuality (though he’s still only told Ford)

Stan can read (not well), but could not at all until far later than most due to his untreated learning disabilities. Ford is not the most skilled teacher because of his unique intellect being kinda difficult to translate (except to Stan, but yk, academically there’s still a barrier) but he taught Stan how to read pretty much single-handedly.

Grauntie Mae asked Stan if he’d be interested in getting braces, bc his front teeth have a gap but are otherwise in alignment. Stan declines, at least for the time being, because he likes the look (and maaaaybe, just a little bit, doesn’t want to be a burden)

Fiddleford comes from a very religious, bible-thumping community and has a family that is only slightly more moderate (why they moved). His parents do not support LGBTQ+ people. He is gaygayGAY, like never even looked at a woman, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before they start to ask…

Ford regularly turns to the poster of Nikolai Tesla on his wall in the attic and does the Jason from the Good Place thing (“oh ariana, we’re really in it now…”)

that’s all for now!!!

[dravenscroft]

So my wife and I are working on a long fic that's a Terror modern AU set in a secondary school. My wife is a teacher and has experienced The Horrors of crappy schools being taken over by academy trusts and becoming weirdly corporate firsthand. We're like 50k into it and it'll probably be like 60k? I think? Anyway we're uploading it on my Ao3 soon but here's a brief rundown of some of the highlights:

Crozier is the new joint head of school, he's been moved there against his will to work alongside Fitzjames, the 'Head of Data', which Crozier thinks isn't a real job.

Franklin is the Executive Head but he's NEVER at the school, he's always busy at head office and has no idea what chaos goes down.

Fitzjames used to be a drama teacher until he got promoted up. He hasn't taught in years and so Crozier has zero respect for him...at first.

Little is the exhausted head of English and he is regularly being verbally abused by the children. He is having a Bad Time.

Hodgson is the music teacher. Irving is the art teacher.

Collins is the maths teacher...he has had a sniffle since the start of the year...he is maybe over medicating with Lemsip and cough medicine in an effort to keep coming to work.

Goodsir is the bright-eyed NQT biology teacher. He is still full of wonder and hope. Oh, to see the UK education system 'with eyes as an NQT...'

Stanley is the head of science. He is not full of wonder and hope. Obviously.

Blanky is the geography teacher who has been there since forever and doesn't take any shit. He's beloved by the kids but they also rightly fear him because he will tell them what for if they misbehave. He also has NO concept of professional corporate speak in emails. He will tell it like it is.

...Oh yeah, there's emails in there too. It's partly epistolary.

Jopson is the highly competent office worker for the school reception. He WILL find a way to schedule the unscheduleable, he WILL handle any difficult parent that comes his way, and he WILL answer every email in a timely fashion.

He works alongside Billy of course, who doesn't want to be there, except maybe for the gossip.

Bridgens takes on the work of several as is normal in a terrible school...he's librarian, and the first-aider, and a TA, along with his husband Peglar who is also a TA.

Tozer is the disillusioned P.E teacher who USED to enjoy his job until Heather left and took another job on the other side of the country and the Academy (Admiralty Trust) took over...now he hates his job and is totally checked out.

And then of course there's Hickey...a problematic parent who has made bringing down Crozier and the school his primary goal. It was very hard to imagine Hickey with a kid but we came to the decision that his daughter was born when he and the girl's mother were like 15, a one-time fling before he figured out his sexuality, and he has Regretted It Ever Since because good GOD this man doesn't want to be a father. He only has her on weekends and isn't in contact with her mother at all. He WANTED to run off to Hawaii like in canon but then his kid's mother said she'd chase him to the ends of the earth for child maintenance if he did. He is NOT a good father, this troubled, angry teenage girl lives off takeaway and pot noodles and they mostly just try to avoid each other when she's at his scummy little flat. HOWEVER, because Hickey is all about his ego, when there are Issues with his daughter at school Hickey takes it as a slight against HIM, and makes revenge his goal.

His daughter also features, she's a 'managed move' student who was nearly expelled from her last school for bringing in a knife. She's very troubled and terrorises the teachers (she's referred to as 'a little terror' in one of the emails...) but she also ends up bonding a little with Crozier, who tries his hardest to turn things around for her. It's just too bad her father wants to cause Problems rather than do anything to ACTUALLY help her.

Anyway yeah. It's mostly comedic but with a few serious issues tackled (like the obvious neglect this girl experiences, for one) - it's mostly been a way for my teacher wife to rant about Academy schools and just the general failings of the UK school system lmao. There is Social Commentary involved.

Anyway it's Coming Soon.

[aceistheplace86]

Ephemeral pt. 2

It had been almost a week and still no word from Stanford, you had never moved in with him so you had your home to reside in. You were a little upset that he had not been by, not even a phone call. You had thought you would run into him at the grocery store or just around town but you should’ve known better. You hardly saw him during your relationship, why would you now?

You were currently sitting on your couch catching up on one of your favorite TV series when your phone rings. You reach over and pick it up “Hello?”

“Hey” It was Stanley, and he sounded hesitant

“Oh hey Stan” You spoke slowly “Uhm. Why are you calling?”

He sighed heavily “I know what happened, and I’m sorry about my brother. He cares he just” He trails off “But he will come around y’know?”

You were quiet for a moment “You know, I wanted to be a teacher”  your voice soft, this being the first time you had brought this up to Stan.

“Really?” He sounded confused “I thought you were working with Ford, whatever science-y stuff he does”

You chuckled softly “I wanted to go to school for teaching, but Stanford said I was “too smart” to waste my talents on that. That my time would be better spent helping him with his research” You scoffed and shook your head “Not that he let me help that often, and then he started to shut me out”

“Why’d you listen to him?”

“I love him.”

Stan was quiet for a moment “I think you’d be a good teacher. You were always helpful to me when we were kids”

“You were always brilliant Stanley, it’s not your fault some people couldn’t see that” You had often helped Stan with school, you had always known he was smart. You saw how he and other kids were made to feel less than others, and you vowed never to be like that “I thought I would make a difference”

“You did to me” He reassured you “I mean, you made me feel smart when we were working on that portal” He was silent for a moment “I have to go, but hang in there okay? If you need me, you know where to find me”

“Thanks, Stan.”

-

You were now cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner. You were in the middle of clearing dishes when there was a knock on the door. Confused, you slowly made your way to the door not sure who would be over this late.

You peeked out the window and saw Stanford standing on the porch with his hands shoved in his pocket. You sighed but opened the door “Hey Ford” you said softly

He looked almost surprised that you answered the door “H-Hello Darling” He stuttered “I-I wanted to talk to you”

“About?” you raised your eyebrow but had not let him in yet.

“My Multiverse Echo Theory, states that there are many alternate realities” He starts.

“Goodbye Stanford” You go to shut the door, but he puts his hand out to stop you.

“Wait, please let me explain,” He says quickly, when you make no movements, he nods “As I was saying my Multiverse Echo Theory states that there are many alternate realities, meaning that there are tons of realities where you and I are together. There are some where we aren’t, of course, and there are some where we are just friends, or enemies, and some where we are in a relationship” He puts his hands in his pockets “I would like to believe that this is one of the realities where we belong together”

“It took you a week to come visit me” you stated.

He nodded. “I apologize for that. I believed, at the time, that you had wanted me to choose between my research and you” he said “And that, quite frankly, was not fair. I have always had a bit of a hard time with understanding people, it causes a lot of miscommunications and has left me quite lonely” He sighs “I don’t know when to stop, I can’t tell when people are mad at me or for what reason. I can’t tell when they're mad but will come back or when they’re just done” He hesitated “You and Stanley were always there for me, and always waited for me to understand. I appreciate that. Then I realized that you never wanted me to pick between you and my research, you just wanted me to divide my time equally”

You stared at him, not exactly sure where to begin. You knew he had a difficult time with others, but you were stuck on one single fact “You thought I was having you choose between our relationship and your research… and you picked your research”

“I’ve been working on this for years,” he says simply. “You don’t understand how much I’ve spent on this, or what it means to me. I have spent my whole life being labeled a freak, but here” he looks around “Gravity Falls, there are far weirder things than me”

You shook your head slowly “No Stanford. That’s what you don’t get. You think you’ve been searching for so long for a place to fit in, but Stan and I have been there for you since the beginning. We were there every time you pushed us out, and anytime you rambled on about finding a place to fit in, we stuck by you” You straighten your posture “I gave up my dreams to follow you here. Stan gave up any chance at a normal life to stick around, pay your mortgage, and try and bring you back. You couldn’t even thank him right off that bat. God, you don’t even understand it still now!”

He looked confused and straightened his glasses “Your dreams of being a teacher? No offense, but you could do better things than being a teacher”

“Will you stop it!” You exclaimed “I could do anything I wanted; I get it. I’m sorry you don’t think I’m “living up to my potential” but the thought of being a teacher was something that brought me joy. I loved being around kids and seeing their eyes light up when they figured out what they were struggling with” You continued, “I wanted to make a difference to even just one kid. That would have been enough for me”

He looked confused now; he opened his mouth and then closed it again for a moment. “I don’t understand, I was helping you”

“How?!” You could not understand where his logic was right now “You took me away from my family and my friends, you cut contact with the only other person who understood us, you convinced me that working with you was going to lead to better things. You didn’t even let me help you” You started “Then you got stuck in that portal. I thought I lost you. I didn’t know what I was going to do without you! I was scared, Stanford. I just wanted you back.”

“How do you think I felt? I was stuck in dimensions!” he countered

“This is not a competition!” You cried out “This is me trying to get you to see that you had people in your corner, and you kept knocking them down. You cut off your brother, then tried to kick him out when you returned. You ruined any chance Fiddleford had at marriage and years of being a father. You know he was the first one in his family to even go to college?”

“You leave him out of this” He snapped “At least he helped me more than you ever did with my research. You just kept pulling me from it!”

You opened your mouth to remind him that he never actually let you try to work with him, you didn’t get to build the portal or go over notes, all you did was take care of the home, and maybe get to hear his theories if he had time. But you realized this was a pointless fight. “Your Multiverse Echo Theory states that there are many other realities” You started “I keep trying to help you Ford, I let you hurt me time and again because I love you but I don’t think you love me as much as you say” You glanced down at the ground “I don’t think we can be saved in this reality.  Every good moment we have ever had only existed briefly. I can’t spend my life waiting around for those moments”

You step back inside your house “I wish you all the best in your research. I hope you achieve everything you’ve been missing. I really do”

And with that, you shut the door.

-

It took you a while but you got things back on track. You moved away from Gravity Falls, all the memories were too painful, and it hurt to even see Stanley, not that it was his fault. You reassured him that this was just something you had to do. You had gotten settled into a nice town in a nice apartment. You had started your new job teaching at a school, you started with elementary school, because you really did miss being around kids.

You were walking around the classroom as the kids worked on their morning bell work, when you noticed one kid, Jullian, had not been working but instead drawing. “Are you okay Jullian?” you asked him gently

“I don’t want to do this,” he says not looking up from his sketch

You look at his paper to see a pretty good sketch of a superhero “What are you drawing”

“Galactic Guardian,” he says simply “I like to draw, but I don’t like math” he showed you the drawing a little better “My sister knows math better than I do. and my dad tells my momma that I won’t ever figure it out” He spoke casually while shading in the character's costume “But no one gets mad at Galactic, he's good at everything”

You kneeled by his desk “This is a very good drawing St-Julian” You said softly “ Just like Galactic, you have strengths that can help you tackle anything, even math!”

Julian blinked “But I’m not a superhero in math.”

 “Maybe not yet. But remember how superheroes face challenges? They don’t give up, and they learn from every battle”

You point to a problem on his worksheet. “Let’s tackle this one together, step by step. If a superhero can face down a giant monster, I know you can face this math problem”

Jullian hesitated but then nodded, and you noticed a small flicker of determination igniting in him.

This is what you felt you had been missing. A place where those good moments were no longer few and far between.

// Tag list: @kawaii1369 @slay-thou-pookie @randombuddys @ppenisblog @doggosnoodles12 @velvetvulture

Thank you guys for reading! Let me know what else you would like to read! I am happy to take requests!

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

My Headcanon Human Names for the Obey Me Brothers + Their Name Meanings pt. 1

a.k.a. Aliases the Obey Me brothers use while they live in the human world since having demon names for humans is kind of a no no religion wise in my opinion. I am headcanon-ing this may also be their angel names idk lol

PART 1 || PART 2

Note: I'll either update this or post a new one in the future for Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto and Thirteen. The angels and Solomon don't include in this because their names are existing human names

1. Lucifer - Lucius

Lucius means Light or Light Bearer.

Not only Lucius also begins with Luci, it's kind of befitting since Lucifer was given the Ring of Light when he was an angel.

He's the eldest and deeply cares and looks out for his brothers. He's Mammon's mentor as an angel and everyone looks up to him so he's like a teacher, serving them as the light.

2. Mammon - Mark or Marcus

Roman Myth: War-like "God of War"

Other Meaning- Soft, tender ; Manly

To be honest, whenever I see Mammon's face, I'm like he looks like a Mark and it starts with M.

But seriously, Mammon is our lovable tsundere idiot. I believe he has guts to fight and start a fight and defend MC and his brothers showing his manly side but very much secretly a softie.

3. Leviathan - Levi

Levi means Joined and United

Levi is already a human name but I really find the meaning interesting since in my other headcanon, Leviathan is a dominion angel who helps deliver justice and governs the humans.

Additionally, he's an angel general and soldiers are pretty much united so it makes sense in my opinion

4. Satan - Samuel or Stanley

4.a. Samuel means Name of God, God has heard

I picked this because I find it ironic. In general, Satan is the name used as the general representation of any demon, the opposite of God and that's it.

4.b. Stanley means Stoney meadow, Associated with lucky number 6

As for Stanley, I picked this because Stan is just missing a second A. I often call him Stanley whenever I gush and got an SSR or higher cardof him lol

Also that lucky number 6...triple that and you get the number.

5. Asmodeus - Asmo or Erasmus

Erasmus - Beloved or Desired

Asmodeus will still use Asmo as a nickname yes...but he chooses Erasmus because it is kind of self explanatory. After all, he is the Avatar of Lust, wants any form of love even as an angel.

6. Beelzebub - Beel or Billy or William

Beel means Handsome and Fair

Billy/ William means Protection or Will Helmet

Beel is handsome yes. Beel is a cherubim and he's someone that has the desire to protect so it fits him perfectly.

7. Belphegor - Belphie or Thomas

7.a. Belphie means Lazy or Sleepy

The devs knows their stuff yesss.... Belphie will still use the nickname as a meaning

7.b. Thomas means Twin

I think it's cute for Belphie to name himself Thomas with that meaning in mind to value he's a twin with Beel.

As for me...there's a funny reason why I chose Thomas and William as their human names...

I present you...a certain RED train and a BLUE but can be purple train.

It's not intentional but I say duck it...it's too much of a coincidence for colors

[sillyof1987]

Relativity Falls AU (except its my take on it that ive decided to share to the world instead of working on college hw.)

first my ideas were inspired on these comics & this thread.

mabel pines switches places with stanley pines. dipper mason pines switches places with stanford pines.

mabel & mason were very close growing up, & they had planned to always stick together! maybe even create their own show growing up! fast forward, mason gets an offer from a big time college that would have him going around the world to conduct scientific research! mason checks if mabel is okay with this, & seeing how excited her brother is she tells him she supports him! he prepares a whole project & paper, but evidently overworks himself to where hes passed out & mabel is able to take a peak at it. she looks over his work, feeling proud but the pit of being upset at the possibility of being left behind she ends up somehow (havent worked out this detail) messing up a part of the project. she panics & tries to fix it, thinking she did she leaves it be & goes to bed.

next day when mason shows the project, it isnt fixed & is in fact messed up & he loses the opportunity of his first choice college. he finds glitter (instead of toffee as in canon) & connects it back to mabel. he goes home & confronts mabel, they end up arguing over the misunderstanding before mason leaves upset. their dad finds out what mabel did & ends up kicking her out. she ends up leaving, knowing shes made everyone upset she doesnt say goodbyes.

when mason comes back, he panics at mabel being gone & tries to search for her. he is convinced by their parents that shes fine & decided to leave on her own & they are still in contact with her (they are not). he barely accepts this, but focuses back on school. he ends up going to his second choice college, but rushes through it all without making any friends & wanting to be able to go conduct research studies as soon as possible. he travels a bit until he finds the strange & unusual gravity falls, the most interesting research opportunity he has landed on.

flash back to mabel, who is struggling to get by but doing her best to sell art & sweaters she creates, but without a ton of money it makes getting materials difficult over time. she worries about mason, but shes convinced hes fine & doesnt need her.

masons research in gravity falls is going great! he begins a journal, marking it with the big dipper first, then the pine tree, then his last with a pine tree & a shooting star bookmark. he even meets pacifica northwest, a girl who lives in the northwest mansion that has had the name passed down to her. he does a job for her, & seeing his bravery & care makes her want to work with him, so they end up researching together! however, mason hits a block in his research as he tries to share his findings & convince the people of gravity falls the anomalies hes found are real, which fails as he only scares people. while searching for more answers he finds a summoning for the oracle. he summons the oracle, but she doesnt appear until a dream. she tells him that she is a teacher, a caretaker, & sees his efforts on trying to help the people of gravity falls see the reality of their town. she tells him she is unable to have a physical form, as her universe was destroyed by a past prophecy, but if he builds a portal then she would be able to enter his world & help him.

mason convinced, makes a deal with the oracle & begins building the portal with pacifica, until there is an accident. pacifica sees whats really behind the portal, destruction. she warns dipper that this project will kill him if he doesnt stop it now, & he needs to choose between the portal (the oracle) or a normal life with her. after contemplating, dipper chooses life & tells the oracle the deal is off & is able to see the rip in the universe, destruction as pacifica told him. the oracle is furious, & ends up driving mason to paranoia trying to force him to continue the portal. mason decides he needs to hide his research & journals & ends up calling for mabel.

mabel gets a letter from mason, hopeful. this is it. her brother wants her back in his life. he needs her. she ends up in gravity falls to see her paranoid induced brother who shows her this portal. he tells her he needs her, needs her to take his journal & go as far away as possible. distraught, mabel begins an argument with mason & they fight as she tries to destroy his journal. mason accidentally burns mabel. mabel tells mason what her reality has really been for the past 10 years & mason realizes he has been lied to by his parents. he goes to hug her, but she ends up pushing him back & he ends up falling into the portal.

mabel then spends 30 years trying to get mason back, deceiving the town of her identity as the scientist hidden in the woods & begins a sci-fi mystery shop. she had help from pacifica for a while trying to bring the portal back up & running, but over time pacifica slowly gaslights herself & secludes herself in her mansion where she grows cold & reclusive. nothing seems to change in her life, until she meets stan & ford pines, her nephews….

more small bits of switcharoos: pacifica does switch with fiddleford mcgucket! fiddleford still comes to gravity falls, his family either buying land or on vacation or taking care of the lake for the summer. fiddleford & emma may (fiddlefords wife in canon) take candy & grendas place where they are friends with the twins. candy & grenda still exist though & are mabels friends! dan & wendy switch, but instead of ford having a crush on him he sees him as “a normal masucline teen” & wants to be like him so badly, wants to be seen as normal until he realizes its okay for him to be himself. budd gleeful & gideon switch, but budd instead of having a crush on stan is actually just conning him & pretending to be his friend while gideon still has a crush on mabel & shows this when mabel visits him since their kids are getting along (i havent decided if gideon still wants the journals or budd does). waddles switches with a possum that stan has.

the oracle & bill switch, bill is someone that mason meets while in dimensions. bills dimension still exists since he is able to make his world see in 3D now & is the prince of his world! he finds masons family fascinating (ford even moreso with his 6 fingers) & decides to give him some help to defeating the oracle when he gets back…

these are all the ideas i have for now on world building. feel free to give ur own ideas or ask questions or correct anything! this is otherwise mostly for me in case i decide to write or draw anything for this au, but i hope anyone who reads enjoys my take!

[themissinghand]

Dr Stone: Young and Free

Requested by: @yumiko0987

Summary: In which Stanley and Xeno meets a Walking Encyclopedia that can stand side-by-side with them. Or a duo becomes a trio, and the puzzle pieces fit together.

Or Stanley falls in deep.

Pairing: Stanley Snyder x Female! Reader!

Note: Takes place in Xeno and Stanley's childhood, way before the petrification happened. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Spoilers for the characters, but no plot. For anime watchers, don't search up Xeno or Stanley if you don't want to be spoiled!

Stanley has always been smart. 

Top of the class in both academics and physical capability, he was the perfect kid that everyone praised. 

Rather than feeling burdened by his excellence, he was proud of his work and proud of himself for his own accomplishments. 

So when the new semester of school came, Stanley continued to work hard as he’d always been. 

“I’m handing back the test.”

Everyone always watches the teacher to see who he’s going to return the first test to. After all, the first one to get it back is always the highest scorer. 

So of course, Stanley anticipates getting his test back first. 

“Xeno.” 

Stanley immediately turned around in shock, it was someone he never saw in his class before. For the first time, his name wasn’t called first, and someone else got a higher score than him.

“Stanley.” 

When Stanley got his test back, he swore to work harder to be the best once more. 

“Xeno.”

“Xeno.”

“Xeno.”

Is that guy Einstein? What the hell?! 

No matter what Stanley did, Xeno was always one step ahead. 

Sure he was superior in gym class (Xeno couldn’t even compare) but was Xeno’s head made of books? How is he able to get a perfect score on every test? 

He had to be cheating. There’s no way! 

“Xeno and Stanley.” 

But Stanley didn’t feel the same satisfaction as before. 

Damn! 

“Looks like both of us got a perfect score, Stanley. How elegant.” Also, why does he speak like he’s an old man? 

Stanley approached Xeno, curiosity burning in his eyes. 

"Hey, Xeno," he started, standing before him, "How do you do it? How do you know so much about everything?"

Xeno blinked then smiled, recognizing Stanley's genuine curiosity. 

"I've always had an insatiable thirst for knowledge," he confessed, and Stanley’s already wondering what ‘insatiable’ means. 

"But for me, it's about understanding the world around us. There’s so many unsolved mysteries and things that we as humans don’t understand. I just want to explore it all…isn’t it exciting? To find the answers to the questions that even scientists can’t solve?"

That when Stanley realized that Xeno wasn’t someone like him, no, he was much better than Stanley. Xeno was looking far far into the future, somewhere that Stanley cannot even imagine. 

It’s childish and stupid now that Stanley thought of it, while he was competing with Xeno, Xeno had much bigger plans. 

Ha. Stanley couldn’t help but admit it, Xeno is smart, much smarter than he will ever be.

Even so, Stanley couldn’t help but stick to him because he was curious to see where Xeno is going to be in the future, and he wanted to be beside him to see it.

“Stanley, look!” 

“Run you idiot!” Stanley had to pull Xeno out from the explosives’ range not once, but three times.

“How elegant, if only we could use the lab…” 

“Come on, let’s break in.” Stanley suggests, and although they were caught in the end, it was most definitely worth it seeing the science teacher get dosed with eggs and vinegar. 

Days become weeks and weeks become years. Now both were in their high school years where they truly became inseparable.

While Xeno remained at the top of every class, Stanley still had him beat in any physical activity. They never felt jealous of the other (okay, sometimes), but they worked as a duo for everything, from experiments to learning about the unknown, and to pranking others for revenge. It was a great time. 

One day, a foreign student joined the class in the middle of a semester.

“Hello, my name is (Y/N), and I hope to get along with everyone.” 

(Y/N) definitely stood out with her foreign looks and her Japanese background. Despite her differences, she easily fit in with everyone, in fact, she was captivating the entire school with her intelligence and charm. 

Not only was she hard working, kind, and social, she had no issues in trying out new things, or even introducing her culture to them. 

As well, for the first time, another person stood side by side with Xeno in the STEM competition. 

“How elegant. It’s a pleasure to another smart and curious individual, (Y/N).” She smiled and shook the extended hand. 

“Pleasure’s all mine Dr. Xeno.” She jokes lightly, gaining an amused laugh from Xeno, “It’s nice to finally meet the famous Einstein-reincarnate. 

Seeing both of them on stage, Stanley was suddenly reminded that he was not part of that picture. 

Damn.

To think he would feel like this during such a happy occasion for Xeno…

“This is Stanley, my best friend who has helped me with my experiments, and someone I could not imagine without.” When Xeno introduced him to (Y/N) with such respect, Stanley’s self-depreciation seemed to melt away. 

Stanley should feel ashamed of himself really. 

That’s right, Xeno never thought of him as someone under him, but as his equal.

“Nice to meet you Stanley.” (Y/N) reached out her hand with a polite smile, and when he shook her hand, she continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet the Football King at school.” 

“Wha-” Stanley initially cringed, but felt embarrassed when Xeno chuckled and looked at him with a look of amusement. 

“Well, Dr. (Y/N) isn’t incorrect at all. Isn’t that right, Football King?” Stanley twitched a brow at the name. While they aren’t wrong, it sounded way too corny.  

“Ha…to think I’m getting bullied by the Einstein-reincarnate and the Walking Encyclopedia. This world is coming to an end.” 

When both of them laughed at his jab, Stanley was both surprised and relieved. 

Sure, his Football King title was going to be a thing, but so is Einstein-reincarnate and Walking Encyclopedia. 

(For a long long time)

After their conversation since the STEM competition, (Y/N) easily joined their group as the “third wheeler” as she would say often. 

Her addition to the team was so natural that it felt like she was there the entire time. She was like another Xeno, but at least her explanations sounded like English most of the time.

Of course, there were times where she would scream in Japanese out of anger, but that’s all Xeno’s fault. 

Stanley’s just making sure everyone is alive. 

It was really fun with another person in the group. 

Xeno seemed more energetic with another intellectual mind by his side, and Stanley felt more included in the conversation as she patiently explained everything in simpler terms. 

Through the ups and downs, of pranks and achievements, they stayed together as a group.

Just like that, a duo became a trio.

Before they knew it, they became roommates that lived under one roof.

“Hey Stan the man, I need you for a second.” 

“(Y/N), it’s literally 12am, what the hell?” Stanley was rudely pulled out of bed one night after his final championship football games. It was a long and competitive game but he and his team managed to win. 

As the quarterback on the team, he naturally played a big part in the victory, and he is currently not alive enough to deal with his best friends’ shenanigans. 

“C’mon, trust me, you don’t want to miss this.” (Y/N) dragged him down the stairs, though almost falling due to his weight. 

“I sure can.” Stanley yawned, “This better be quick.” 

“Yea yea, I got it, Football King.” 

When bright lights blinded him in the kitchen, Stanley got hit with a bunch of balloons and cheers. 

“Look who’s here, Mister Football King!” 

“Who says you can sleep by yourself you asshole!” 

“What the f-” A large glass of beer was shoved into his face. 

“If it weren’t for our Football King here, we wouldn’t have clutched at the end, cheers to our King!” 

It took a moment for Stanley to process everything, but when he finally came to be, his world erupted with bright colourful lights, loud cheers, head bumps, high fives, and alcohol splattering all over him. 

“Hey, if it wasn’t for the Walking Encyclopedia to suggest this, we wouldn’t be able to break in so easily with Einstein’s traps everywhere!” 

(Y/N) simply grinned smugly, whereas Xeno rolled his eyes (but Xeno was smiling regardless). 

“Hey, whoever drinks the most shots gets $500!” (Y/N) started and it riled up all the guys, including Stanley. 

The next thing they knew everyone was absolutely wasted including Xeno, who somehow got drunk from drinking very little. 

“I didn’t know you drink this much. Damn.” Stanley winced from his pounding headache as he lay on the countertop. Across from him was (Y/N) who was doing the same. 

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was all over the place, making her seem like a crazy cat lady. 

“Call it a tie? Half half?” While Stanley wanted to win due to his competitive nature, he knew that he would die if he drank any more. 

“Fine.” She laughed as her eyes became dazed. 

“Hehe, you’re one of us okay~?” She drowsily said, then put one hand on his head to touch his hair. 

Stanley was surprised at her sudden bold move, as (Y/N) is not one to hug or touch so carelessly. She would always wait for them to initiate the gesture before she would return them. 

But perhaps she is as drunk as him, and both didn’t care about anything in the world, so he let her play with his hair.

“Pretty…” She whispered, and Stanley felt embarrassment rush to his cheeks, especially if she complimented him looking like that. 

“You know…you’re one of us right?” She pushes his forehead slightly, making him roll back a bit. 

“Just because Xeno is Einstein, and just because I’m good at some things~ You are crazy smart too, and you can play football~ To me, you’re the best!”

She gave him a thumbs up before she giggles stupidly. 

“So don’t look at us like some lost puppy m’kay? Xeno loves you! And I like you very very much.”

Stanley’s mind is running at a million miles per hour, was this a confession? Who knew (Y/N) was so open and careless when she was drunk!?

Then she put a finger to his lips and winked. 

“It’s a secret okay?”

Before she could say anything, she fell asleep, leaving Stanley alone to process what the heck just happened. 

But, he doesn’t dislike this feeling, after all, he was familiar with it.

Since the moment their duo became a trio, he had always respected and admired her for her patience. She always made sure he was included in their talks, and made sure to make Xeno try out some of the things that Stanley liked to do. 

She was like a connecting puzzle piece, something that bridged the gap that Xeno and Stanley had.

“Idiot.” He poked her forehead with a drunk smile, and hoped that when they wake up tomorrow, they would remember. 

The next morning, when it smelled like vomit and smelly socks, he woke up facing (Y/N) who was sleeping peacefully beside him. 

Remembering last night, his face flushed in embarrassment, and he quickly hid his face in case his team mates saw him. 

“Oh Stan, I can see that you’re awake.” Stanley slowly turned to face the smirking Xeno freaking Houston Wingfield who sat on the stool like he knew everything. 

“So?” Xeno took a sip from his mug with a smug expression. At this point, Stanley knew there was no point in hiding. 

“Shut up. Pass me water.” Stanley stood up, noticing that some of his teammates left, but some were still knocked out. 

Xeno obeyed, his expression unchanging, as if waiting for him to say something. 

“Fine. You win.” Stanley gives Xeno $250 grumpily, and the other takes it without any hesitation. 

“I told you, she would confess first. Scientifically speaking, (Y/N) is more bold and-” 

“Whatever.” 

Xeno still had a look on his face, as if he’s saying “really?”.

“So Stanley, my dear friend, when is it going to be official? I cannot bear to see this crush of yours last for eons.” 

“Shut up, I’ll confess soon.” Stanley looks away with his arms soon. His eyes soon naturally went to the sleeping girl on the floor. 

Stanley let out a laugh and shook his head before walking over to her. He knelt down and covered her with one of his jackets and sighed. 

“What am I going to do with you? Let’s hope you remember what you said, Walking Encyclopedia.” 

When (Y/N) woke up, let’s just say that she had a pleasant surprise, but was it really? 

When she remembers everything, and needless to say, maybe she had run out of patience too. 

And Xeno? 

He suddenly became the third wheeler that (Y/N) always joked about. 

[triptychcryptid]

Part 3

"I..I...I was trying to cut some matboard to put inside the frame I was gonna do for my picture while I waited for you, and...and I accidentally cut myself..." Stanley stammers, the tears flowing even more freely now. Fiddleford rushes to Stanley and gently takes his hands.

"How bad does it hurt, Buddy?" He asks, trying to lead Stanley to the sink so they can wash his wound and assess it. Stanley shakes his head, refusing to move.

"Not bad, but...but I...I got some blood on the floor...I'm real sorry, Ford!" Ford sits in shock as the realization sets in that Stanley is more worried about his reaction to getting blood on the floor, than...the fact that he's hurt. Fuck. He really had become his father, hadn't he? Ford gets up silently and grabs a first aid kid out of one of his kitchen cabinets. He turns back to Stanley and Fiddleford both looking at him, an unasked question on their faces.

"I'm a little...accident prone. I've got one in every room. And my lab. " He offers with a small shrug. He plops the first aid kit on the table and turns to Fiddleford. "Fidds, can you clean up the Study, please? I'll take care of Stanley." Stanley stiffens at Ford's words and Fiddleford gives him a sharp look. A look that CLEARLY says that if Ford is anything but nice to Stanley, he'll have Fiddleford to answer to. Ford offers a small smile in return and Fiddleford leaves.

"Ford, I'm real sorry! I can clean it up! I-" Ford holds up his hands, stopping Stanley from his rambles.

"Stanley, it's okay. I'm more worried about your hand." He says gently. "Come on, let's get you to the sink so we can clean it. " Stanley shuffles after Ford over to the sink. Ford takes the paper towels from Stanley and sets them on the countertop. There is.. quite a bit of blood. Ford turns on the cold water and holds Stanley's hand under the stream. As he watches the blood flow down the sink, remorse hits him in the gut like a freight train.

"Stanley, I....I owe you an apology " Stanley looks up at him, searching his brother's face.

"For what?"

"For...everything. The way I've treated you since you got here, for not standing up for you more like you did with me when we...when I was a kid. " The water begins to run clear and Ford can see a long but relatively shallow cut on Stan's index finger. "Hey, good news: you won't need stitches, but you still get a cool scar." He says, trying to joke a little to help Stanley feel better. Stanley offers a small smirk.

Ford leads him to the table and instructs him to rest his hand face up on it while he gets into the First Aid kid. "The truth is...I've been holding a grudge for something that happened when we were younger. Something that I can see now was just a stupid mistake."

"Was it...something I did?" Stanley asks, knowing the answer and not sure if he wants the details. Ford looks up at him for a second before focusing on his hand again

"Yes, but...it was an accident. Something happened that cost me...what I thought was my dream. Everything I'd worked so hard for. But now I'm realizing...it wasn't really MY dream. It was Mom and Dad's. I never got to figure out what MY dream was."

"The thing is, Stanley, Mom and Dad always told me how smart I was. How I was supposed to be our ticket into living a comfortable life. They put a lot of pressure on me to be perfect, and I was still never enough. Not to them, not to the people I so desperately wanted to connect with. But then with you...you always had the charm. "

"People flocked to you. People liked...like being around you. But people don't expect as much out of you because everyone calls you stupid. Mom, Dad, our teachers...Me." Stanley flinches and instantly withdraws into himself. The mask creeps over his face. The smile that fools most people. But not Ford. Ford finishes up with Stanley's hand and inspects his work.

"But Stanley, you're NOT stupid." Stanley shrugs, still smiling the smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Nah, I am. I can't even do math right."

"No you're NOT, Stanley. You're VERY intelligent. And you're creative, too. You think about things differently and you've always been good at solving problems in unconventional ways. I've always struggled with that."

" If I don't have instructions, I get overwhelmed and paralyzed by indecision because I'm SO afraid I'm going to screw up and disappoint someone." He smiles softly at Stanley. "I've always envied you for that. I've envied your kindness, your ability to read and connect with people...and I've always known you're smart. I guess I just wanted to have ONE thing I was good at. One thing I could be confident in." Ford can see the tears glistening in Stanley's eyes as he desperately tries to hold them back.

"I've been very unfair to you. And I am so, so sorry Stanley." Stanley smiles at him as a couple of tears fall. Ford pulls him into a hug.

"Geez Sixer, ol' Fidds sure knocked some sense into you, huh?" Stanley quips, hugging Ford back.

"Ah, you heard that, huh? Yes, I don't deserve a great friend like him." Stanley wipes his face on Ford's shirt, leaving a wet spot from the tears.

"No, you don't cos you're a huge jerk and Fidds is awesome!" Ford laughs. No one ever made him laugh like Stan. He really missed his brother.

"Shut up, you little Knucklehead!" He replies jokingly, getting Stan in a gentle headlock and giving him a noogie.

"Ey! You're messing up my hair! How'm I gonna get the ladies if I look like Simon AND Garfunkel?!" Ford laughs.

"Hey Sixer? I love you." Ford ruffles Stan's hair affectionately.

"I love you too, Stan. I've missed you alot."

Fiddleford smiles from the hallway where he's been unabashedly eavesdropping in case an intervention was needed. He's glad he got through to Ford. He doesn't like being confrontational, but he'll do it if he has to, and he felt that this was important enough. Things are going to be okay.

Part 1 Part 2

[girl-who-writes-world]

Here we go, as promised:

Diego Hargreeves Headcanons

🔪 Diego was obsessed with legos as a kid, I’m talking lego cities covered his floor, can’t walk into his room without risking impalement in your foot

🎸 Learned electric guitar as his instrument when their father made them learn one. First song he played on it was Judas by Lady Gaga at Klaus’ request

⚾ Baseball was one of his favorite pastimes and his team always won Thanks telekinesis He would also play catch and mini games with his kids.

🔪 Cried when he first read Charlotte's Web

🎸His walmart brand Batman self allowed Klaus to practice eyeliner on him and would often keep it on all day. He got the technique down as an early teen and would do his kid’s eyeliner for them when they were teens themselves. (It reminded him of his own teenage years with his brother)

⚾ That man wore platforms. (He literally wore all leather to his father’s funeral, platforms and eyeliner are not far fetched)

🔪 He had those ceiling star night lights

🎸He got really into astronomy with Ben. His favorite constellation was Perseus. (When Ben died he kept all of his books and notes. He also made grace tell him about all the constellations and planets)

⚾ He learned spanish very early on and picked up a little accent from his tutors. (Of course reggie would hire actual native Spanish speakers, only the best for his superhero adopties.)

🔪 Diego puts Ben, Stanley, Grace, Pogo, and Patch on his alter for Día de Muertos

🎸He is very close to his heritage when Lila and him actually get their own place. He celebrates all Mexican holidays and goes all out.

⚾ His house always smells like food and his siblings get a package of meals, pastries, and bread at least once a month

🔪 He hosts family dinners during holidays and he spends the whole day (and the days before) preparing for his entire family. His kids are all very involved with the baking and cooking and he helps Lila make her own dishes. (She is not allowed near his cookies though, because he swears she is the reason they always burn when she helps him) His siblings all rave over his churros.

🎸 He makes his own guacamole and salsa, his and the kids are always spicy while Lila’s must be medium heat. He has multiple flavors and spice levels at all times.

⚾ When he was a teen he and Grace would make Pan de Muerto for Día de Muertos. He would get up early with her so he could help out.

🔪 He runs his house on Disney and shows from his childhood. He’s one of those people who believes newer kid shows to encourage tantrums and bad behavior. I’m talking his kids were raised on Little Einsteins, Sid the Science Kid, Sofia the First, Scooby Doo, Tom and Jerry, and Team Umizoomi

🎸He is a big couples costumes fan, but specifically the dorky costumes. Peanut Butter and jelly, eggs and toast, Fred and Daphne, ect.

⚾ Soup cures all illnesses, tea is also a great remedy.

🔪 This man gardens all his own vegetables, fruits, and herbs

🎸He lets his daughters paint his nails and shows them off “Oh you like them?! Thanks! My little girls did them! They are getting so good at designs!”

⚾He is the kind of person to really love his smile lines and wrinkles, they’re proof he is happy and fulfilled.

🔪 Rock music blaring when he picks up his kids from school

🎸He and Lila are at every parent teacher conference and every school activity.

⚾ He doesn’t mind scary movies but any scary doctor movies are off limits.

🔪 There will be no ouija boards in his house, he doesn’t want any evil spirits. Klaus scared him once by pretending to be possessed, he now sages the house when he “feels something evil”

🎸He made sure every one of his kids felt special, he refused to let his kids end up like Viktor almost did.

⚾ His fashion taste when he’s not in leather is very 70’s. Flared pants and button up shirts. Oranges, blues, purples, and browns. He’d loved the 70’s ever since he was a kid.

🔪 He has brotherly outing with all his brothers and makes sure to spend time with his sisters as well, in-law or not they’re family.

[arc-archernar]

Theory about the MILGRAM prison

(working on this when I'm supposed to be studying for my psychology exam lol)

(i count this as studying for my a-levels, sue me)

Trigger Warning: WWII Germany mention, war crimes mention

One of the questions I keep coming back to is why the prison and the project is called Milgram. The experiment that Stanley Milgram was famous for, his obedience experiment, had more to do with the study of the banality of evil (that was partly his motivation to perform the experiment in the first place) and human obedience for an authority figure than criminal behaviour. What he studied was the willingness of people to obey instructions, even when doing inhumane acts such as administering increasingly lethal shocks to someone who failed a question in a word quiz. This was actually in attempt to investigate whether N@zi Germans in concentration camps/prisons/whatever and such were pure evil or just following orders because they're 'more obedient than other races of people'. He and his colleagues wanted to explain the inhumane acts done during the holocaust, basically, inspired by the criminal trial of Adolf Eichmann (i think thats the name?) about 3 months before the experiment was conducted. Of course, with a bias for Americans.

He and his colleagues predicted that less than 3% of participants would actually administer up to 450 volts to the learner (who was a confederate, i.e. fake. the initial information that participants received was that they were there to help with a psychology experiment on memory:

they would then stage a chance drawing of who would be the 'teacher' (the participant) and the 'learner' (the confederate). the participant was always the teacher. they were then separated so the participant can hear the learner, but can't see them. they were given instructions to administer shocks to the learner if they got the wrong answer, which was made to be frequent-ish. it starts of at 15, then 30, then alll the way up to 450 volts. The shocks were fake, but it would sound like, to the participant, that the learner in the other room was actually experiencing electrical shocks. Re-creation of the study later on used a standardised recording of the learner responding to the fake shocks, then silence, as if to indicate that the learner has passed out.)

Actual results? Every single participant in the baseline procedure administered up to 300 volts. 65% of participants continued up to 450 volts.

The results may be affected by the scientist in the room, which, when faced with apprehension or unwillingness by the participant to continue, will say the following things:

Theoretically, participants should feel free to stop and withdraw from the experiment at any time. Reality? the prompts above literally pressured into continuing to increase the voltage, regardless of if they said they wanted to withdraw. Imagine:

"I- I don't feel comfortable doing this. This is wrong." "Please continue." "But- this is wrong! He's hurt, will he be okay?" "The experiment requires that you continue."

(disclaimer: dialogue is fake, i made it up from watching documentaries and recordings(?) of future attempts to reconduct the study. (i.e. based on what the teacher made me watch in class lol))

And so on and so forth. A lot of participants' attempts to withdraw were met with a sound 'no'. I'd say that going through the experiment itself is traumatic all by itself.

So what does this mean for the Milgram Project?

Honestly, I can only guess that, in a way, it shows how willing most of us are to go along with this extremely inhumane premise. Imagine that the prisoners are real people - well this kind of experiment would get absolutely blasted by any ethics board, and the prisoners would be subject to the Japanese criminal justice system and all that. But imagine somehow passed ethics boards and such. And, instead of the judge being internet people who can discuss and judge freely, it is people who are physically there to be the judge, jury and executioner. The information and experience will be repeated for every participant, every fan of the project. The chances of those of us who will call this kind of prison out drastically decreases, for various reasons. Some of Milgram's participants said that their willingness to go along with the study was because they thought the whole thing was 'play-acting'.

And this scenario is exactly what Es is subjected to. They only know to follow the rules of Milgram, because like the participants in Milgram's obedience study, they can't withdraw. They can't get out. They can only complete the objective they were given, because that's the only way this experiment would end. Jackalope is the scientist in the room in this analogy: they keep Es obedient, keep Es from questioning.

And, like the 'learner' in the original experiment, the prisoners are there to distract us and Es from the true aim of the experiment: to what end will we be jackalope's little obedient doll?

then again, I can be completely wrong. I got distracted from studying. (this counts as studying right????)

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INTRO

Hi!

You can call me Rat or Venus! Im a minor, have a bf, and you can use any pronouns but I would prefer they/them. I write fanfics, make art, and overall have fun! I ADORE YouTubers like penguinz0, degenerocity, Layze, Sunnyv2, and more. I'm love indie games as well and indie music like cave town, Melanie Martinez, rio Romeo, and Madilyn Mei!

Fandoms I write for:

The Stanley parable- Both narrator and Stanley but I prefer narrator since he has more character

Ramshackle-The main three only, sorry (I haven’t watched the pilot yet so bare with me)

Undertale-Everyone except frisk and chara, I’ll only write platonically since I don’t age up characters

LMK-Nezha might have limits since I’m not really sure if he’s a minor or not but please tell me if he is!

The manadela catalogue-I do not support Alex kister because he has done some pretty bad things so I’ve heard but I do love TMC and will write for anyone! (Again I kinda forgot a lot about it so be patient with me)

TADC-Except Kaufmo since we don’t know anything about him and Gummigoo might be hard to write for

Hazbin hotel-Everyone

Helluva boss-Everyone and Millie and Moxxie stay together even if you want them separated

FNAF-Everyone except the animatronics since I count them as children and I won’t write for them besides platonically for obvious reasons

Things I will write:

X readers (please specify gender or I’ll make the reader gender neutral and some personality would be appreciated)

Fluff

Angst

Ships

Headcanons

Death

Gore (with limits but not that many)

Poly ships (Might need a little help tho)

Things I MIGHT write:

Really long fanfics. Unless I’m in the mood but probably not and I don’t usually write really long x readers, I usually write long stories of my OCs tho if you’re interested

Oneshots, for the same reason above

Things I will NOT write:

Smut (I’m a minor but maybe when I turn 18?)

Incest

Rape

Underage x adult

Teacher x student (i know some of yall are sobbing rn)

And other obvious things but please ask me if I’m comfortable writing something and if I’m not I don’t have to accept the request, I will try to compromise but will decline the second you become rude

And that’s pretty much it! Also please be polite in your requests, hate, threats, homophobia, racism and stuff like that will be blocked

[baddog-nobiting]

goob morning beautiful ppl, my sleep schedule got fucked up and the sun is 🌞rising🌞 this for a fic trade with @himbo-ford-pines he wrote something amazing for me and then sent me a prompt that i got carried away with hahaha

twins were getting some extra boxing practice in at the school gym. Stan was earning some extra credit on the side as his gym teacher's assistant which afforded him not only a chance to bring up his- frankly abysmal- overall GPA, but also a set of keys that granted him access to the lockers and weights room after hours of which Stan happily took full advantage. He came around almost every day of the week staying after school to clean and train, getting extra coaching on weekdays and spent weekends toning his body and sparring with Ford.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The sound of gloved hands striking sandbags echoed rhythmically around the old empty weights room. Ford took another gulp of water from his big glass jug and wiped the sweat dripping down his temple with the back of his six fingered hand. His vision was blurry without his glasses but he was standing close enough to see the form of Stan's body striking the old sandbag in front of him, hard, each hit that landed was punctuated with a hot grunt of exertion and a puff of athletic chalk in the air. Stan was just finishing up his warm up before the two would spar.

Though no longer on the school team, Ford still trained a bit alongside Stan at the behest of his father, who wanted both boys toughened up, but only on the weekends when the building was empty. He would say it was to avoid the judgmental eyes of his peers, but mostly it was so he could have Stan to himself. Seeing other guys put their filthy fucking paws on his brother unlocked something wild and territorial within him. He couldn't stand the bruises and cuts left behind by other boys; it drove him crazy with the urge to mark his territory. So on weekends when he had Stan alone to himself he took out all his rage in the ring.

The two circled each other slowly, hands up in front of their faces, a perfectly mirrored pair. Ford eyed his twin wearily, never letting his guard down. As freshman in highschool the boys were just starting to bloom, While they were still very much identical, subtle differences between the two had started to emerge and it made Ford itch in a way he didn't understand, like the thickening definition of Stanley's arms or the newly sprouted trails of dark hair that had Ford's mind wandering to empty locker rooms and underneath sinfully short pants, tracing that dark trail to-

WHAM!

Stars burst behind Ford's eyes as pain exploded in his head.

"Wake up nerd!" Stan cackles, swiping at him again.

Ford shakes his head.

'Get it together man!' he thinks to himself. He barely dodges the next hit, hearing the rush of air fly past the spot his head had just been. He braces and takes a sharp jab to his abdomen. Stan's fists are heavy and even though he is holding back, it rattles Ford. He can't get a shot in so he backs up trying to get some space to catch his breath but Stan's eyes are twinkling like stars underneath his mop of brown hair and Ford can't seem to get enough air.

Stan is crowding him again, taunting him with fake outs and swift feetwork. Stanley is boasting with his body and that's when Ford strikes, bopping the smirk right off Stanley's smug face into an adorable pout.

Stan is adorable with his cheeks puffed out all red and sweaty from exertion and his furrowed brow and deep frown was so funny Ford couldn't help the wave of affection that overwhelmed him. Ford barks with laughter and crowds in on Stan, shoving his gloved hands against Stan's head, laughing as his brother struggled to fight him off. His heart is pounding, his breathing hard, They are a tangle of limbs and Ford is pressing his head against Stan's chest, trying to shove Stan against the ropes behind him, unable to get a grip on him because of the slickness of sweat soaked skin against leather gloves. They are both laughing and Ford's head is a little fuzzy from getting clocked earlier, not to mention the usual blurriness of not wearing his glasses, and his senses come to him in waves. He smells warm leather gloves and rubber soles squeaking against old wood, sweat and testosterone, musky and hot, cut through by a tingling freshness of green soap. He feels the rumble of Stan's throaty laughter vibrate through him, the feeling of their bodies slick with sweat slide smoothly against one another and they grapple each other like like river otters. It's hot and wet and Stan's body is firm underneath him and Ford wants to touch, wants to taste. He's hard and wanting and he can feel Stan is too.

He kisses Stan and pins him against the rope with his hips, a steady deep pressure keeping Stan bucking against him while Ford unbuckled his gloves freeing himself but keeping Stan restricted. He shoves Stan down so his legs can splay open, his back a right angle and his arms hanging from one of the ropes exposing the lush twin meadows of dark hair in the valley of Stan's armpits. He falls in between Stan's splayed legs and leans in to kiss Stan, who opened his mouth expectantly, only to- at the last second- swerve down, licking a long line up Stanley's armpit. Stanley shrieked and wrapped his legs tightly against Ford's butt, pulling their hips together with delicious pressure.

"What the fuck was that Sixer??" Stanley squealed.

"I'm sorry Lee," Ford replied, "you just smelled so tasty I needed to know if you tasted just as good."

Stanley flushed at the compliment and after a beat asked shyly, "So... am I tasty?"

Ford eyes his little brother who looked so unsure, his fingers tapping together at the tips, and grinned.

"Delicious."

Ford dives back down licking Stan's pits, practically making out with them. Everytime Stan tries to put an arm down Ford grabs his wrist and hoists it up like a sail continuing to kiss and lick and suck one after the other until Stanley is thrusting against him, a whimpering mess.

Finally he relents and lets Stanley's arms drop to his sides. Ford redirects his attention to Stan's perky little pink nipples, pinching and pulling them; watching then harden into pink gumdrops, reminding him of the sweet jelly beans he loves to eat.

He sits back for a second to take him and his brother out of each other's athletic shorts, their stiff dicks already sticky with precum and sweat and he grabs the both of them between his two hands, coating each other with their shared fluids and starts jerking them both off. His 12 fingers encase the both of them in his large warm embrace and he can hear Stanley crying from pleasure. He is close enough that when he opens his eyes (he doesnt remember closing them) he can see Stan, eyes bright and glistening with unshed tears, face red, mouth agape, his lips plump and glossy.

Ford has never seen anything so beautiful.

He dips down and captures Stan in a deep kiss and feels his brother explode in his hands, the pulsing heat as he is coated in his brother's seed.

Stan falls back against the ropes completely undone, breathing hard, eyes glassy and unfocused.

Ford stands up, his knees wobbly and coats his dick in his brother's cum, licking off the salty excess that remained, and presses his slicked up dick between the slit of Stan's srm pit and slowly fucks the makeshift pussy, The combination of slick skin and delicious rough friction of Stan's pit hair make Ford moan, his balls tighten ready to blow. He pulls out from his brother's warm cavern and pumps himself hard and fast, his cum exploding over Stan's face marking what is rightfully his, claiming his stake on Stan for anyone to see. But luckily no one does.