#they look a little younger here but it wasn't intended lol

[aeviann]

continuing Tellius bird brainrot reminds me to post drawings from 2023 that cater to the taste of exactly one person (that person is me)

[fakeusernamelol]

Teen dads Ford meets bad ending Ford and it's On Sight, bad ending Ford needs to eat the curb even if he's already sorry because Jesus Fuck and also Fords fighting Fords <<<333

DEAR ANON YOU OPEN MY MIND TO A LOT OF THINGS OMFG THIS IS AMAZING THANK YOU THANK YOU 🤤🤤💖💖💖

Sit down because I GOT THINGS TO SAY (tw: transphobia, mysoginy, LOT of bad parenting. this is going to get long guys but its worthy believe me 🙇) So you see, The bad ending au was not originally intended to be an alternate version of the teen dads au, it was just a silly idea i had because im a big pervert 🤭 but thanks to your asks i did notice it was the same base of the teen dads au so it ended up being an even more fucked up alternative version of it lol. Told you this because my point is that between these two the only connection is the fact they were younger parents and no more lol so stan and ford act way more different in each one because their story wasn't the same.

QUICK EXPLAINING!!! in the teen dads au Stanley ever since a toddler liked to act in a manly way. He used Ford's pants instead of the dresses their parents bought for him and never let his hair grow longer (when Ma finished cutting Ford's hair, Stanley would ask him if he could do the same cut to him with the scissors he took from Pa's desk 🤫) had no fear in showing that rude and brave behaviour and so he wasn't scared of getting into trouble with their parents or another people in order to have fun/keep safe Ford. Because he didn't look like a girl people confused him with his brother and he noticed he liked to be called with his brother's name instead of his, but because he can't be called Stanford too he would be Stan then! (Later with Ford's help he chose to complement his name as Stanley 😉) Because Stanley never acted like a girl Ford grew up used to see stanley more like a little boy than a girl, Ford joked with him about how different he was than other girls but he preferred him like that because he was way funnier and bravier and prettier than any other girl. On their parents side,they ended up giving up on trying to make stanley act like a woman so they just let him be that way lol.

Because of that, Stan grew up as the charismatic and confident guy he was as a teen and his relationship with ford developed way stronger because ford loved what stan genuinely was, didn't have any internal conflict with his now brother defending him or preferring to be called like a boy because it's been always like that and he's used to that. For the same thing that their relationship was better it also ended up on them becoming parents at 15 but it was thanks to having unsafe albeit consensual sex lol

On the other hand in the bad ending au stan didn't publicly come as trans to ford and their parents until he was 16 so the news was way more shocking, Stan was the mama's princess, Ford's lovingly sister and Filbrick's daughter. Thinking of her as a man sounded more like a joke than a serious thing so their reaction was pretty bad towards him.

With Ford things were also different, he was raised to take care of his little twin sister and be the second man of the house, he wouldn't let stanley play rough games or defend him because that would be humiliating for him. They did ended up falling in love but because of the repression Stanley was way more insecure and dependant to ford because he was his safe place and that helped increasing even more Ford's ego and make him believe he was tougher that what he really was. Both grew up with deeply rooted sexist ideas and ford thought of Stanley as his property, who would be his wife and the mother of his children. When that mindset got threatened by seeing his beautiful sister change her appearance to a more masculine one, he didn't think twice and decided to punish him for dared to do that and becoming parents at 17 (yes here they become parents later, so when ford disappeared shermie and mariana were 13, and about shermie...😬😬)

FINALLY ANSWERING TO YOUR ASK 😅😅😅😅 be sure teen dads au Ford would beat the fuck out of the bad ending Ford LOL, bad ending ford is impulsive but a coward, He learned to hit without worrying of any consequence so he isn't good at counterattack and preferred to hide like the shitty he is. Teen dads au Ford could had his troubles with stanley as usual but he would never ever dare to touch or disrespect him like that so he would be ANGRY of thinking a version of him was capable of doing so horribles things to his dear stanley, make him even sicker knowing that they didn't separate for ten years but not for good reasons anyway. Sick of how could he look how tired stanley was for taking care of the babies and not have the intention of helping him. What the fuck his regret would work for? All Fords have to bear the burden of having hurt Stanley at some point, but he did it with pure conscience, his regret was worthless.

Im also thinking about how sad would be a meeting between teen dads and bad ending Stanley's, because one had the support of his brother but lived more than 40 years apart of him, while one didn't live those horrible 10 years on the streets but instead lived a life full of abuse and reject from the man he loved 😢😢

At least teen dads au stan and ford did ended up sailing together and living happy together, bad ending au it's still complicated 😅😅😅

[lady-loveluck]

Heyyyy I just wanted to say not to care what that anon said about how you drew Grace's body because despite whether or not you intended to make it fetishy it made me happy cry when I first saw it.

Ive always been really large chested, and when I was a teenager it was an especially large insecurity of mine. I know it sounds stupid, but i actually got bullied a lot when i was younger and my large chestedness became yet anoyher yhing the other kids could poke fun of. It left me with a lot of issues, and though I've been getting over it now as an adult i almost never see my exact build in art and stuff in a way that's meant to look normal and not really fetishy. And even though its a little silly it always makes me a bit sad because it makes me feel like I look too weird to really be represented in that way. But I saw the sketch you did of grace, and she looked EXACTLY like me - it was kinda uncanny ngl. And I cried a little because seeing that my favorite artist ever drew a character I loved as also large chested with a super similar build to mine really made my day. I didn't see that sketch as fetishy because it represented myself, in my eyes. All of your art has really realistic bodies and bodily proportions, and that was just another way for me to see that you see people and bodies like mine as normal and worthy of being drawn and idk I was just so happy that whole day bc of it.

So yeah, I love your art and I know that making someone cry definitely wasn't your intention when u drew grace but I wanted you to know that!!!! Your art always brings me so much joy, and that's just an example :)

Have a great day and thank you so much ❤

Hey! This message made me feel so happy, thank you so much for leaving this here. And despite what that anon thought, me giving Grace "huge milkers" (a joke I did once and the anon didn't like it lol) wasn't based on fetichization, but more on my own body aswell! Something I clarified at that moment. The only difference within my body and hers is that her nipples are inverted!

People with these type of bodies exists, like you and like me. And maybe a hot take, but people lately have been using the word "fetishization" too loosely. Finding something attractive doesn't mean you're fetishizing it, I like big tits, I find them hot as fuck! That doesn't mean I will fetishize a person that has big tits, they're a human being that deserves respect and decency like anyone else, they just posses a physical quality that make them attractive to me.

I'm so happy you like my art and that you feel represented by Grace's body, really, these type of comments mean a lot to me dude!

[tangledbea]

You've been running this blog for eight years, and that's a long time. Long enough for the series to come and go, and have been gone for years. Long enough for me to grow from a tween to a technical adult (who can drink almost anywhere that's not the states. I don't know why I'm so hung up on this fact since I'm not american and don't drink.) Anyways that's a long time. Even though I've been lurking in this fandom and by extension your blog since Dec 2017, I never saw the very beginning of your blog. What was that time like? Did you always intend to answer people's seemingly random questions about Tangled? If not, how did we get to this point?

Hey! If it makes you feel any better, I recognize your URL from my likes! So thanks for talking to me!

The beginning was interesting. I expected this was going to be primarily an archival blog. As in I'd post (or reblog) facts about the (then) upcoming series as they were dropped by entertainment news outlets, and then screencaps, analyses, gifs, fanart, concept art, etc about the show, and people would look things up on my blog using my detailed tagging system. I learned how to make gifs so that I could gif the show. Honestly, for years I'd been following @artoftangled (not to be confused with @theartoftangled though they're doing stellar work), and I saw that they got asks about the movie a lot, and I was hoping this would be that kind of blog, too. That people would come to me for my years of experience and hyperfixation so that I could answer questions for them. I didn't expect it, but I hoped.

No, the most surprising turn of events for me was when crew members were popping up on Tumblr, posting info and sometimes art, answering the questions they were allowed to answer during pre-production, including the executive producer (who, at the time, we didn't know what he was like). So, on a day when I was actually a little depressed and knew I had literally nothing to lose, I started reaching out to people. I reached out to CS, Stephen Sadoval, and Kay Ritter (now Hayes) at first, and started talking to them here on Tumblr. Much to my surprise, they talked back, started answering my questions, etc in private chats. And the next thing I knew, they knew who I was at the studio. I was genuinely friends with people who worked on the show.

And honestly, I think they found me so trustworthy not just because of my enthusiasm and long-standing presence in the fandom, but because of my age. I'm a grown-ass adult, and was when the movie came out. There are a lot of people who worked on the show who are younger than me, and of course several who are my age or older, so I was the crews' peer. And my excitement for the show was honestly free publicity, and the kind that shows need these days: buzz on social media.

I'd say that with as hard as I worked, I deserved to be paid, but I kind of was. I got a tour of the studio, various crew members gifted me with crew-exclusive gifts (I wish the art book was among them, but alas), I was introduced to Roy Conli, I had crew who were excited to meet me, like I was some kind of celebrity, and had their respect and praise.

I also got thousands of followers who not only ask me for facts about the show like I hoped, but my opinions and interpretations of characters and events. I think the opinions and interpretations was far less expected by me, because that implies a level of popularity that I wasn't anticipating achieving. So, go me, I guess? lol

Anyway, yeah! That's how it all began! I knew I wanted to create a blog for the show, but I held off until we had a title. The day that the name Tangled Before Ever After dropped was the day I snagged this URL.

[samfitz]

SAM FITZSIMMONS. 29. CIS MALE. HE/HIM is here! They’ve lived in Asbury Park for [24 YEARS] and are originally from [PHILADELPHIA, PA]. They are a [CHEF @ HORIZON BAR AND GRILL] and in their downtime love [CHAINSMOKING] and [SLEEPING]. They look a lot like [COLSON BAKER/MGK] and live in [MEADOWLARK APARTMENTS]. The song that makes people think of them the most is [THE HELL SONG BY SUM 41].

This is Sam. Middle child, workaholic chef, and super recent resident of Meadowlark Apartments.

He's one of the main chefs but also lowkey the manager of Horizon Bar and Grill.

He's a muse I've had since 2015 but Carmy and The Bear inspired me to bring him back revamped.

Aggressively neurotic Virgo but that doesn't mean anything to him.

The Fitzsimmons family is originally from Philadelphia but moved to Asbury Park when Sam was 5 and Henry wanted to open a restaurant on the Jersey shore.

His dad opened Horizon Bar and Grill in 2002. It's been an up and down rollercoaster, including a rough time after hurricane Sandy when parts of the restaurant were damaged, but in the past decade the clientele has been steady.

Sam's worked at the restaurant every single summer since he was 13. His older sister Alicia and younger brother Isaac also helped out here and there, but Sam was always the one most keen to learn how things worked in the kitchen.

He got a scholarship to UPenn, mostly on his dad's insistence that he explore outside of the family business and make his own career path. He was an intended business major, but dropped out because his heart wasn't in it.

He applied to the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) instead and got in. He excelled there and over four years honed his craft as a chef, coming back to Asbury every summer to also work at Horizon.

Upon graduation from CIA in 2018, he got a job at a Michelin starred restaurant in Manhattan.

He worked there for about a year, it was hellish chaos and eventually he quit to come home and work at Horizon full time. He's been working there ever since.

You'll often catch him hanging around the boardwalk area outside of Horizon or just nearby it, probably on another smoke break. He lives and breathes work.

Recently broke up with his girlfriend of 7 years and moved into Meadowlark Apartments. His stuff is still in boxes.

Possible Connections ✰

Coworkers at Horizon (0/5) — Everyone who works at Horizon is family, no exception. The group is tight knit and the kitchen runs smoother as a result of it. Of course there are sometimes new hires who cause issues, but anyone who’s been in the 1+ year club would give you the shirt off your back. Sam is no exception. 

The Gang (3/5) — (25-32 y.o.) The Gang is comprised of five friends: Sam, his ex Talia, their friend Cooper, [NAME HERE] and [NAME HERE]. They have known each other since college days and often hang out together, but since Sam and Talia split, things have been a little awkward in the group.

Family Friends — Henry Fitzsimmons has been an upstanding member of the Asbury Park community for years. As the owner of Horizon Bar and Grill, he has often done charity drives and other things to give back to the community. Sam's mom Luanne is a psychologist and also a well known and respected member of the community. Your character could be a friend of Henry and Luanne’s or know them through their jobs, etc, and know Sam through that.

Meadowlark Apts Neighbors — what it says on the tin. They could be next door neighbors, across-the-way neighbors, or just on the same floor. Maybe they've witnessed something weird in the building together. Trauma bonding!

Plug (0/1) — He's mainly just buying weed, but every now and then, dabbles in something a bit stronger.

Awkward hookup/one night stand (0/1) — Sam doesn't get laid much on account of working all the fucking time LOL, but this was the one exception. Bonus points if it's as awkward as possible.

Siblings’ Friends — HERE are Sam’s siblings. (Under Construction lololol)

Other — honestly I’m pretty laidback and down for whatever as long as it fits!

[canis-dentem]

how/when did you know you were a therian? like- when did you make the connection; how did you know you were caninekin specifically?

I’m tryna figure stuff out for myself and don’t know where to start. I don’t think I’m a therian, but I’ve always done some kind of animal-ish things (used to have the urge to hiss/snarl/snap when due to annoyance when I was younger, I have the urge to make creature noises pretty often, sometimes my mental image of myself when doing something feels more different, like. tall and elegant?? like sometimes when I turn my head I like. imagine/feel kind of a sloping neck and longer face/muzzle and limbs, canine-y (imagine a maned wolf/african wild dog/other canine) I don’t know how to explain it— but I’m not sure if the noises and biting are some kind of stimming due to my ADHD or not). I also heard the term “otherhearted” as having a deep connection with something, which. mmmmaybe me? so I’m gonna look into that.

anyways woah I rambled a lot more than I intended to but. yeah! I just wanna know what others’ experiences are like so I can see if mine relate to them lol

hi anon!!

tbh, i only awakened of around march of this year. i had never entered therian or otherkin circles, although i knew about it. one of my friends telling me star was a feline otherkin was what got me thinking like.... oh, that's a thing we can do? it happened to me with being trans, too, LOL--it didn't click for me that i could be something until someone close to me was.

what got me thinking was my brain kept saying "ugh i wanna be otherkin. that'd be so cool" and then i looked back on things i've done my whole life and like. oh that was a wolf thing. oh that's a dog thing. oh huh. it has been here. something that helped me when i was researching being autistic/having adhd was i kept a list of my symptoms as i noticed them, so i did that for being a therian. i have my little list of canine "symptoms" that i either notice myself doing or have remembered doing, some of which include feeling the urge to chew a lot, feeling longer canine teeth/wanting longer canine teeth, the urge to bare my teeth and growl when angry, always playing the worgen race in world of warcraft, among others. some of these (like baring my teeth/growling) were things i taught myself not to do bc "it wasn't normal." (i connect that to the 17 years of autism masking i did, so much so that i didn't know i was autistic and nobody around me did either.)

about stimming: me feeling the urge to chew is a stim. it is also connected to me being caninekin. it can be both!! stimming doesn't cancel out being a therian. plus, for me at least, i dont think i'd be otherkin if i wasnt autistic. you only mentioned adhd, not autism, but keep in mind that neurodivergency can and does often interact with alterhumanity.

i don't typically label my alterhumanity as spiritual (as in past-life) or phsycological, because honestly, i don't really care to know. i have it, and that's what matters to me. but being otherkin does overlap with my spirituality in the sense that i feel some yet unexplained connection with the woods. i always have. it makes sense to connect that to being otherkin, even if that's not the only explanation for it.

you can absolutely consider yourself otherhearted, if that makes sense for you! my suggestion? don't worry too much about the label. the word isn't actually super important. there's a big emphasis in this community on figuring out the specific type of animal you are, the specific type of otherkin (or -hearted etc) you are, where it comes from, etc. i don't think that's worth stressing yourself out about, not at all. if it works for you, it works for you--by all means, go ahead. if the process of finding a really specific 'type or word to call yourself brings you meaning and fulfills you, please do it!! i'm all for it. but if it stresses you out to figure out the finer details, let them go. it's okay. in my opinion, the biggest question is not "am i really a therian?" and instead, is, "does it make sense/bring me joy/fulfill me to connect myself to an animal?" if it does, move on from there.

good luck, anon! sending all my love to you. feel free to send any updates about your experience, if you wish to! i hope ur having a wonderful day <3

[japage3moondog]

Got to Get You into My Life! (paul mccartney x reader

[ gender neutral reader, bit of an age gap, i'm aiming for slow burn but will probably fail at it. reader is intended to be around 10 years younger than paul but age is not detrimental to plot. in this universe, paul and linda are not married and are just friends (no infidelity in this one). reader is a photographer, bit of an amateur. i'm not in lowercase for the first time lol. also posted to ao3]

part 1: With A Little Luck

part 2: So Glad To See You Here

Shock is not the right word to describe the way you feel. The words escape you entirely. You receive a phone call from a man about a job. You've been applying to places for a couple weeks now but you were sure your embellished resume and shaky composure in interviews had doomed your chances. Photography has been your main hobby since your senior year of high school but it's only recently become a viable career option.

Your portfolio was slightly smaller than the industry standard and full of pictures from live gigs you'd weaseled your way into being the photography for. Needless to say, any sort of job follow up is worthy of rejoice let alone a photography job. The process of capturing an image was so satisfying to you and much more appealing than some hospitality gig and you didn't want to fall into the sterotype of starving artist condemned to wait tables for the rest of time.

The man on the phone speaks quickly, almost incoherantly, spewing a string of details at a near impossible pace. His name is Allen Klein, he's calling to inquire about a position as a tour photographer for the band Wings' debut tour. You pause for too long, trying to hold back a squeal of excitement which he interprets as confusion. He recites his spiel once again. You agree enthusiastically before he can finish. He gives you the location of his office and a time so he can ask you a few questions and to do the official paperwork, if the interview is successful.

His office isn't too far away from your home but it's still unfamiliar territory. You scribble down the address, checking it with him three times before he gets fed up and gently tells you he'll see you soon. By the time he hangs up, your hands are shaking terribly, it felt so surreal. You knew who Wings were but not much beyond that Paul McCartney was in it and they had released their debut album the previous month. After you had applied, you promised yourself that you'd look more into them so you wouldn't look like a total poser but it had slipped your mind completely.

It wasn't the glamour of Wings that was so exciting to you, though you'd be lying if you said that the possibility of working with Paul McCartney didn't get you at least a little starstruck. You're a little scared that you'll mess up the interview and drop the ball on the most thrilling job opportunity of your entire life but you try to keep yourself calm enough to stay on your feet. Going on a tour across the country was similarly daunting but you did your best to keep your worrying focused on the now rather than the possible future.

In the days leading up to the meeting you had laid out and put away your photography equipment over and over in anticipation of the job. It wasn't much. A small portable Polaroid for more intimate souvenirs, then a standard 35mm digital camera and a tripod that was slightly too small.You triple-check the number Mr. Klein called you on was indeed belonging to an Allen Klein. You call friends and ask if you're going insane enough for them to start saying yes.

You were the most excited about meeting Linda, a fellow photographer and artist, who you're hoping will be charmed by your ambition rather than call out your faults. You were too young to experience the mania of the Beatles-dominated 60's to truly fangirl over Paul but you'd heard some of his songs on the radio and had enough of a grasp on his appearance to understand the hype. This awareness, however little, you vow to keep to yourself. The last thing your boss needs is another wannabe groupie.

When the day comes, you feel like all you can do is shake. The hours pass by much too quickly and you feel almost drained of air. The night before you had gotten almost no sleep. You spent your time, barely eating your breakfast and listening to the radio. Before you leave the house, you straighten up your outfit, brushing off any potential creases with a swift swipe of the hand. A motion pretty much entirely a placebo to your already ironed clothes.

The road to the building is a long and winding one. You wrote the directions on your wrist but your palms had gotten so sweaty that the ink had been turned into a black smear. You swear you're lost near fifty times before you finally reach his office. Allen Klein's office is nice, you're slightly dissappointed that you don't get to see it again, or at least until the end of the tour. It's spacious but still has a lived in feel. The band isn't present, something you are relieved to discover. He greets you and makes a little small talk, speaking a lot less hastily then over the phone.

"Please make yourself comfortable." He gestures to the seat in front of him. You sit down, almost falling onto his desk in the process.

"Thank you for having me." You say sheepishly. "Your office is lovely."

"Thank you." He smiles warmly, your nerves are not soothed. "Now, why did you apply for this position?"

"Well, I've always had a passion for photography and most of my work has had musicians as the subject so it felt fitting." You answer, hiding your fidgeting hands in your lap.

"This would be your first professional photography gig, correct?" He says, scanning your resume.

"Yes but I have plenty of experience in the field." You reply. He looks at you as if trying to sus you out, reasonable for a job interview but still a little unnerving.

"Have you heard of Wings before?" Mr. Klein inquires.

"In passing and on the radio, I think, but I don't know enough to call myself a fan." You say honestly. 

"What about The Beatles?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Of course, but I wouldn't consider myself anything more than a casual enjoyer." You reply. He seems pleased by your answer.

"Good, good," He says, seemingly to himself. "It's nice you at least know who they were. We just need to weed out the superfans who aren't serious about the position, Paul is particularly insistant on that. I was initially concerned because you fit the demographic."

"You'll be pleased to know my time is spent taking pictures and not listening to records." You smile. He chuckles and seems at ease.

"I'm happy to give you the opportunity to indulge your hobby." He says. "In a professional setting, of couse."

"Of course." You agree.

"Well, as long as your a fast learner, I think you'll get along well with the team." He holds out his hand for you to shake. You accept graciously. Once you let go he hands you the paperwork. He lets you read over the contract before signing. You carefully scan the document for any secret sex slave clauses and offer a nervous smile, waiting for him to give you the pen to sign. You do your best to maintain a steady hand as you sign your name but you can sense he sees your nervousness. Whether Mr. Klein does or doesn't, he keeps quiet about it, something you are very grateful for.

He tells you another time and place for you to meet the band and the rest of the crew that you jot down onto the back of your hand, making a mental note to keep it away from your palm sweat this time. He offers you one last sincere smile before a short goodbye which you return gratefully. You're a little scared about meeting the band, especially accidentally coming off as some crazy, obsessed fan but that fear is almost entirely swallowed but a massive wave of relief.

By the time you leave the office you feel like flying, you're shaking more than before from shock. The world could end at that moment and you would die fulfilled. Your dream was coming true and you get to work with one of the greatest rock bands of the coming decade. You could've sworn you were dreaming. 

[thotsforvillainrights]

That one I sent with the tooth falling out was long so imma try to keep the others short to not spam you! 

Babies first swear. I think Skeptic does swear, but he’s not dumb enough to swear in front of his own flesh and blood, at least within hearing range. He’ll have times where he *almost* slips up, but he never actually does. 

So image the absolute boiling rage he feels when he leaves Tomoko in the care of his co-workers for a day - ONE day - and she comes home to excitedly tell him the funny new word she heard. Of course, when he innocently asks her who taught her such a word, she replies she doesn’t know, she just heard someone yell it, before toddling off. 

The next day Skeptic has to physically restrain himself from busting the office doors off their hinges as he proceeds to interrogate his coworkers 

(No worries! I enjoy writing Dad!Skeptic content so much. It's like a little treat for me every single time lol)

~Unsupervised Attention~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

It's a certainty that Skeptic swears. He used to do it a lot more before getting together with you. Now he tries to keep it to a minimum here and there. When Tomoko came along, he's gotten an even better hold of it...at least when it's in front of her specifically. Surely he has his times when he nearly slips up in front of her. An example would be last week when he was heading into the kitchen for breakfast half-asleep. He stubbed his toe on the couch corner and you saw a tear roll down his cheek when he slapped his hand over his mouth to prevent the cursing from coming forward. Those tiny eyes were watching and those tiny ears were most definitely listening as well. Tomoko was younger at this time frame. She's in the phase where she copies everything she hears around her and will likely say it even when the situation doesn't call for it. She heard you say 'Oh wooooww' sarcastically and now she's been stuck saying it for 2 weeks straight (even when it doesn't match what's happening in the moment).

It's probably the worst day for Skeptic when he brings her to work with him. It's not that you had any errands to run but that school was closed for today and he wanted to spend a little time with his mini-me for a bit. It was supposed to really be a quick in and out trip to the office. He didn't intend to actually get wrapped up in the essential work the other board members had presented to him. He had no other choice in this very moment than to leave Tomoko with some lower level grunts so he could get the work out of the way quickly. So after littering her face with kisses (and threatening the workers to make sure she would be protected) he left his baby girl alone for a few hours. Those few hours turned into many before he was finally able to retrieve his daughter and bring her home. He gave a few good look overs before holding her closely and taking her out of the busy building. On the way home she piped up excitedly in the back seat, telling him she learned a new word today. Skeptic, being the excited father that he was, eagerly asked her what that word was. He expected to hear some tech related vocabulary thinking he would be able to have a gateway to teach her a little more about computers from this point.

He wasn't expecting to hear the word 'shit' leave her precious little mouth. He gasped and she giggles sweetly, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation at hand. He finally cleared his throat and asked her through gritted teeth "Who taught you that word, kid?" She only replied that she didn't know but that she heard someone yell it earlier. He nodded to himself, trying to remain calm as he pulled into the driveway. Once inside, she toddled off elsewhere to play with her dolls while Skeptic was already creating a hit list in his head. The very next day it took everything within him to not take the doors off the hinges when he burst into the building. Working at F.G.I it wasn't an unusual sight to see Tomoyasu Chikazoku fuming at something or someone. However, that didn't make it any less scary. This is especially more terrifying for the few employees he gathered to interrogate about his daughter learning a 'new word' at work. God help the man/woman/or person that confesses to being the root of this issue...

[bonesandthebees]

TAGD Ch15 Analysis- 2/2

Wilbur is so protective of him I can't-

Okay okay so first he's hyper-focusing on their surroundings to make sure nobody (especially Jack and Niki) will run into them, then he tries to get them out of the cafeteria as quickly as possible. And when that doesn't work out he tries to de-escalate the situation, then stands in the way of their oncoming fight. He really cares about Tommy:')

And oh Tommy is going through ittt

Poor Tubbo just wanted to have a nice chat and give Tommy a bit of normalcy after everything that happened and Tommy just snapped at him:(

And Jack is going through it toooo

Goodness, everything is such a mess right now and I am so here for it!!

Jack is angry. That is a reasonable reaction for surviving a murder attempt committed by a close friend of yours. Tommy wasn't really helping in calming him down, although I doubt there was much he could do even if he tried. They both say things that they probably don't mean to hurt each other. They're just going through so much

Niki wants to watch the world burnnn>:)

Just kidding lol but it looks like she wants Tommy to pay at least a little bit for his actions. I'd be pissed too if someone did that to my best friend.

I already miss rainduo so much. Why did this all have to happen directly after a bonding moment between them!!? Bones, why must you do this to us?

Aimsey's just trying to stop a fight from breaking out and immediately gets shut down.

And then Wilbur gets hurt. I'm glad it wasn't anything too serious. Hopefully. I'm also glad to see that Niki and Jack are still worried about him, despite them not being on great terms. I didn't doubt that they did, but it is nice to see it anyway.

And now Tommy is protective of Wilbur. They have a crimeboys moment and I'm so happyyyy

"I trust you."

Ahahshdhxhhajdhdhdhdbj he said it he said it he said itttt thank youuuu

And we finally know how old our favorite traumatized Pythia boy is. He's a lot younger than I thought he'd be. I'm curious if there is a reason for this? I get why you did this in stars and especially in strings.

anyways, you are doing amazing bones! this was yet another rollercoaster of emotions and a fantastic chapter!! i am practically buzzing with excitement i can't wait to see what happens next<3

-🧭

protective wilbur for the win lets goooooo

to be fair tommy and tubbo have not had a good dynamic for a while now, and tubbo was advocating for, y'know, murdering the guy who is now tommy's best friend. tommy was under so much stress that morning he just didn't want to deal with anything from tubbo, despite the fact that tubbo was just genuinely worried about him. it sucks for both sides :(

jack is furious about the murder attempt which is understandable! the longer he's had to stew in it, the more pissed he's gotten. and it doesn't help that niki is equally as pissed and the two feed off of each other's anger. the situation was going to escalate no matter what, but tommy's stubbornness definitely made it escalate faster.

aimsey is just the group peacemaker who doesn't want literal fist fights breaking out over breakfast.

even if jack and niki are pissed at wilbur for sticking with tommy, they both expected this. even if they're upset at him, they don't hold the same kind of resentment as they both do for tommy, so of course they were upset when he got hurt. jack especially feels guilty because he was just going to try and shove tommy (which definitely would've escalated into more, but yknow you're not thinking of the future a ton in a fight like that), but he shoved wilbur instead, who slipped and cut open his head! like, that is way worse than whatever jack intended to do, and it wasn't even the right target.

the "I trust you" and hairwashing scene is something i've had planned for agesssss

well the age difference between crimeboys in glass is actually the same as the age difference in stars, it's just shifted. it's a 4 year difference either way. generally when I mess with crimeboys ages in fics, the lowest I go with the age difference is 4 years (strings is an exception and if you've read it you know why). so it was less about wilbur being 22 specifically, and me wanting crimeboys to be as close in age as i could make them for glass without shifting the core of their dynamic. I liked tommy being 18 because it just felt right, so then it was like ok then I'm gonna make wilbur 22

tysm compass anon i'm so glad you enjoyed!!

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Your detailed comments are giving me LIFE, I just need you to know that. Having a rough day today so I needed this <3

This chapter was somewhat an ode to younger me when I went through a really tough breakup (around the same age) and slept around a little and drank too much. Lots of love to her, she got through it, and so will reader <3

Omg and YES THE JAKE SHIT. I wasn't sure how people would take it. I REALLY didn't want him to seem like a creep (even though he still SORT OF is). He genuinely intended to just save her, bring her home, and call it good, but she just broke him down. He had so many feelings for her and he couldn't keep it down anymore 🥺

Lmao, it hurt me too (him hearing her say "Steven") like...he's the one doing the "wrong" thing here, and yet I feel bad for HIM because his heart hurt when she said that. Something is wrong with us I think (me looking at Oscar for causing our pain).

"WOW THIS MAKES ME FEEL NOTHING 😭😭😭😭😭" <- Y-yeah, Jake didn't feel anything either 🥺

Lol I'm glad you're excited for what's next, I am too hehehe. It's gonna be dramatic af.

Chapter 10: Some Heroes Wear Ties

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake

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Chapter Summary:

Your depression after the break-up has turned into self-destructive behavior. It's a good thing there's someone out there keeping an eye on you, making sure you're safe.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded, minor mentions of alcohol addiction and depression.

Word Count: 5.2k

SPECIAL WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF ALCOHOLISM AND DUBIOUS/NON-CONSENT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.

The next two weeks were a blur.

You made it to most of your classes, but you weren’t mentally present in the slightest. You felt a burning hatred for Steven, but even more for yourself. Every evening was filled with you drinking more than you could handle and being brought back to your dorm by either Layla or Cameron. 

Your first week away from Steven ended with you and Cameron sitting across from each other at a restaurant. He’d seen how upset you were while studying together in the library, the day after you’d noticed Steven wasn’t in class. Cameron was kind, and had always been friendly toward you, so when he invited you out for pizza and a couple drinks, you had a hard time saying no.

Two drinks in and you were feeling a buzz. Jokes were rolling off your tongue and you were laughing for the first time since the pain you’d endured on Monday afternoon. Cameron seemed to think you were funny too, either that or he was just being kind. You wished you’d put more effort into him in hindsight instead of going after Steven. Maybe if you had pursued Cameron instead, you wouldn’t be feeling the way you did right now.

Jake lit a cigarette on the other side of the street, keeping an eye on you while you finished off your fourth drink. If someone saw him right now, they might think he was a creep, watching you while you were out with a friend. Jake had no intention of doing anything, he knew Marc was right about keeping their distance from you while they tried to get Steven to return, but he needed to make sure you were okay…that you were able to move on.

He noticed that you didn’t take a bite of the pizza slice you put on your plate. Over the last week, he observed that you didn’t eat much at all. You weren’t focusing on school work either. This was the kind of self-destructive behavior Jake recognized all too well. Marc had gone on a bender a time or two, leaving Jake and Steven as passengers on his harmful path. He wished he could let you go; that he could just walk away, leave you to your own healing, but he couldn’t. He just needed to make sure you were okay, and then he would leave you alone.

You weren’t okay. The second week without Steven you spent even more time with Cameron. It wasn’t the time with Cameron that was the problem, it’s what you were doing with him that was most concerning. Jake didn’t care that you were smoking weed, in fact, that was the least of his worries. He didn’t like that you seemed to be neglecting your studies in favor of this new lifestyle you’d adopted. He knew he couldn’t interfere, but he couldn’t just stop watching you.

Marc was unaware of his alter’s actions, spending his days trying to coax Steven out. Like you, he kept finding himself in the bottom of a glass bottle most days. Even though this was mainly Steven’s fault, Marc couldn’t help feeling some guilt for the things that had transpired. If he and Jake hadn’t done everything they did overseas, then the repercussions of Steven’s actions wouldn’t be so damaging.

Steven’s phone buzzed on the second weekend of him being gone. Marc looked at it and groaned. You were texting again, and you were still angry.

You: Just so you know, I did terribly on my history test this week so thanks for that.

Marc ran his hand down over his face in frustration. He knew he would have to block your number eventually if you didn’t stop, but he also felt terrible for the things you were saying. Most of the time your texts were angry, but sometimes you came in pleading for Steven to meet up and talk to you. Each notification felt like salt in the wound.

You: Going out to get trashed tonight. Maybe another loser will fuck me and leave me.

Layla was watching you put on more makeup than you usually wore and pushing up your tits in a tight red dress she’d never seen you wear. You’d bought the dress earlier that day with the intention of finally trying to get over Steven in some way. If you drank enough you knew you’d have the confidence to go home with anyone.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” She asked, raising a brow at you.

“What do you mean?” You asked, applying a deep red color to your lips, matching your dress.

“I know you’ve been drinking, you’re hardly ever here.” She crossed her arms over her chest, “you reek of pot half the time.”

“Oh! Yeah, just trying to find myself or whatever.” You kept adjusting your makeup in the mirror, trying not to pay her any mind.

“Well, I’m worried about you,” she said softly, “this isn’t like you.”

You turned and looked at her finally. You appreciated that she cared about you, but you didn’t need her to. She was your friend, not your parent.

“Well don’t,” you muttered, grabbing your purse and pushing past her.

“Will you at least promise me that you’re being careful?” She called to you while you reached for the doorknob.

“Promise,” you said in a snarky tone before leaving.

You took a cab out of town, riding into the city. Layla had every right to be worried. You were a young woman, going out alone, with the intention of getting so drunk you could hardly remember your name and possibly going home with a guy you hardly knew. That wasn’t like you. Then again, you’d never felt emotional pain like this before. All you wanted to do was find someone else to fill the void that Steven had left behind.

You spent hours at the bar, drinking everything some desperate guy bought for you. No matter how much you tried to flirt with the various men who were there, you found yourself losing your initial fervor. You were still going to tell Steven that you were going home with someone, even if it wasn’t true. You hoped he would read it and feel the pain in his chest that you’d felt every moment of every day for the last two weeks.

You: I hope yous happ Steven I got a boy brings me home 2 nite

You made your way outside, deciding you were ready to call a cab to take you home. You were dizzy, and the lights of the cars were blinding as they drove down the street. There was a man who approached you. You recognized him as one of the guys from inside who had bought you a few drinks throughout the night. In your blurred vision he looked fairly attractive. He smiled and placed a hand on the small of your back.

“Hey sweetheart, you lost?” He asked, snaking his hand to the other side of your hip.

“Need a cab,” you muttered in your drunken state.

“Oh, course you do. There’s one right over here.”

The man’s grip was starting to hurt, even with the way the alcohol in your system numbed everything. You followed him though, knowing that you weren’t in the right mind to call a cab. When he pulled you down into an alleyway you felt cold all of a sudden, a sinking feeling entering your gut. This wasn’t the right way.

“W-wait,” you tried pulling back but he wrenched you forward instead.

He used his forearm against your throat to pin you to the wall. You gasped, realizing that you’d made a mistake going out that night, realizing that you should’ve just stayed in your dorm eating Ben and Jerry’s and watching bad romantic comedies to fight the pain. Layla was right.

“Come on, I bought you like four drinks babe, don’t give me a hard time.”

He’d never get the chance to even start making a move. In a sudden motion, he was pulled from you, and you felt the pressure release from your throat. You put a hand up against it while you caught your breath. The man who assaulted you was yelling while your savior was hunched over him. He was holding the assailant’s collar while beating him relentlessly. All at once your assailant was silent, and you watched the man who saved you drop him into a bloody heap on the ground. 

Jake kept his face hidden by his flat cap. He took off his coat and wrapped it around your bare shoulders and used a gloved hand to escort you out of the alley. He didn’t want to get his hands messy with you, but when he saw you go down that alley with that jerk’s hands around you, he’d put out his cigarette immediately to follow you. It was all too obvious that you were completely wasted when that man had taken you there. Damn Marc to hell if he thought Jake was going to just stand by and watch something bad happen to you.

You felt warm having the jacket around your shoulders. Was it dangerous to follow this new person? He had saved you, how dangerous could he be? When you got to the street, he opened the back door to a sleek black car and helped you inside. You felt dizzy and confused, but followed him regardless. He went around to the front and got in the driver’s seat before pulling away from the bar. A realization hit you through the fog of your drunkenness. You were in a car with a stranger. You’d traded one bad situation for another. You wondered how stupid you had to be to put yourself in danger twice in the same night.

“Who are you?” You asked, scowling at the man who abducted you, if you could even call this an abduction.

He did just save you. Perhaps he was bringing you home, but it occurred to you that he had no idea where you lived. When he didn’t answer you, you felt uneasy and started panicking. You didn’t know what to do. You were drunk in a stranger’s car. His eyes peered at you in the rearview mirror, stern with a furrowed brow. You felt a chill down your spine. You felt in your gut that he might have the same intentions as the man in the alleyway, and you needed to make a quick escape.

“I need you to let me out!” You said loudly, panic clear in your tone.

Jake could see you starting to freak out, just based on the way your chest was heaving and your eyes were darting all around the car. You were looking for a way out, and then he saw your hand on the door. Slowly, you were reaching down on your right and you unlocked the car door. You grabbed the handle, flinging it open.

You’d never seen someone move so fast. The car was pulled over and stopped on a dime, and you grabbed on to the seat in front of you for support. It could’ve been your drunken state, or maybe he was just quick, but the man seemed to move unnaturally fast to your right in the open door. You slid out quickly, holding both of your hands up to defend yourself. You started walking backward, and he continued advancing.

“Listen, asshole…” you started as he got closer. “You saved me, so thanks for that but now you’re–“

He stepped forward into the light of the streetlamp above and you saw his face. You froze.

“S-Steven.” You said as though all the air had left your body. “Steven?”

Something was off about him, but there was no question. That was Steven.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. There he was, in the flesh. You remembered seeing that outfit in the back of his closet all folded up, but you weren’t sure what it was for. This wasn’t even the same car he’d driven you in before. You felt uneasy recalling his words to you, “you don’t know a thing about me. I’m not the man you think I am.” Was this what he meant? Was he some kind of vigilante or something in the night, going around saving drunken women at clubs? That would certainly explain why he was tired all the time. 

Jake could see how shocked you were, and he expected you to give him an earful, thinking you were talking to his other alter. Steven still wasn’t there. Part of Jake thought that seeing you might bring Steven back to the front, but it seemed that he was still dormant. Jake knew how to fake a British accent in a pinch, but he knew you were too smart to be fooled by it. He thought it better to just stay silent.

You walked up to him, charging forward before striking him across the cheek. He hardly reacted. He clenched his jaw when he looked back at you. Of course, Steven knew he deserved it. You thought about doing it again, but it wasn’t going to help you feel any better. Your drunken gaze fell on his lips, and while you wanted to continue giving him an earful, a stronger part of you wanted to feel him touch you again, make you feel like he still cared. When you were sober you would give him hell, but right now you just wanted to kiss him, and so you leaned in. You tried to kiss him, but he pulled back away from you. You felt tears immediately threatening to fall from the blatant rejection.

“Y’know what, fine, if you’re gonna act like that then I’m walking home!” You turned around and started walking away, not even aware of the direction you were going in.

Jake wished he could just let you go, but you were still so trashed. He doubted you even knew where you were. Letting you walk away now was dangerous, and he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. He just wanted to keep you safe, drop you home and hope you forgot about the whole thing in the morning. He grabbed your arm and spun you around, gripping both of your shoulders in his large hands.

“Steven, you can’t just treat me like this and then start fucking manhandling me! Piss off”

Jake brought you to the car silently, and in your state you couldn’t put up much of a fight. You grumbled at him and he sat you down in the front seat this time. He thought at least then he could keep a better eye on you. You tried to push him back and get out, but he wasn’t budging.

You were stuck in the passenger’s seat of Steven’s new and shiny black car. He still looked so different, but you couldn’t put your finger on why. It didn’t matter to you, you had missed him, no matter how angry he’d made you with his absence. You leaned in again, and you thought he’d push you away, but he didn’t this time. You reached a hand up, grabbed his tie and pulled him closer.

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since you’d felt Steven’s lips on yours, but now they were on you, soft as ever. Something felt a little different, but you brushed it off as your own drunken passion. It tasted like Steven, in your mouth and in your lungs. You reached a hand up behind his head, stealing a soft moan from his lips.

“Steven,” you whispered.

Jake’s body was buzzing with excitement. This was wrong for so many reasons. You thought he was someone else, you were young, drunk, and vulnerable. It wasn’t like him to do something like this, but you were so desperate, and you really thought he was Steven, giving yourself to him so willingly. You brushed your tongue over the seam of his lips, and he readily parted them for you. You entangled your tongue with his hungrily, arching your chest into his and he felt his own chest puff up with the excitement of finally feeling your lips against him.

“Let’s go somewhere,” you said, breathing heavy.

Your words broke Jake from his trance. He couldn’t do this. Marc had been right when he told Steven to break things off with you so many times. You were in danger if you stayed with them, and vice versa. He had to put a stop to it now.

“Yes, home.” He said firmly in the best British accent he could muster.

“Of course you’re going to bring me home.” You shoved him back and then conceded to accepting the ride, pulling your feet back into the car and slamming the door in his face.

You were acting like a brat, and Jake liked that fiery side of you. He vowed to keep his hands to himself, but he couldn’t help the swelling in his chest that he’d never felt before. He was really starting to understand why Steven had fallen for you. They all shared a brain after all, it made sense that some of those feelings might seep into his mind as well. He shook the thoughts from his head before getting into the car next to you.

You kept your gaze out the window and your arms crossed over your chest. That kiss sparked your body alive with the desire you’d missed after he left. Watching the city pass you by, another thought occurred to you: Steven must’ve been nearby to be able to save you the way he did. Was he…watching you? Surely if he’d broken up with you, he wouldn’t be stalking you, unless he really did miss you. Was this an attempt to see you in secret? You wondered why he wouldn’t have just said that in the first place.

“So, are you just done teaching? If you’re not gonna teach anymore then there was no point to break up, you know…unless you really did just want to fuck me and leave me.” You hoped that stung, but you weren’t going to look over to see his expression.

It did sting. Jake knew how this all looked, and he knew how you must’ve felt when Steven broke things off. He was quiet when it happened, but he saw the look on your face. He’d watched the disappointment fall over you until your bottom lip was quivering in your attempt to keep your composure. Now you were angry, and that was good. You could use the anger to move on. You had every right to be, and Jake hoped that Marc would feel the burn of your slap in the morning and wonder how that happened.

“Fine, don’t talk to me if you don’t want to. Just gotta…take care of something real quick.”

Jake tried to keep his eyes on the road, but you were pulling up the skirt of your red dress around your hips. You’d worn black lace underneath, clearly with the intention of some loser taking them off. When you stuffed your hand into the waistband of your panties and started moaning, Jake felt his own arousal growing behind the seam of his pants. What the fuck were you doing?

That kiss had made you worked up, despite the anger you felt. Not to mention you were still completely wasted, not caring if what you were doing was considered ridiculous or not. All you could think about was Steven and the memory of how he felt inside of you. You weren’t sore anymore, not after a couple weeks of giving your body a rest. Now you wanted more, you craved it, but you didn’t think you’d ever have the chance again. Maybe if he remembered what he was missing he’d reconsider. You weren’t opposed to taking him back, but you were going to make him be the one to ask you to come back, you weren’t going to beg.

“Stop,” Jake said coldly, the wet sounds your cunt made was deafening to him.

“St-stop what?” You asked with a soft moan to punctuate your question.

Jake couldn’t take it. His cock was aching in his pants, aching for release. He shifted in his seat, trying to mimic the friction he desperately needed. You were making such pretty sounds and all he wanted to do was make you come undone, the way he’d watched Steven do a few times over. He didn’t mean to get caught in the television that day while you were on Steven’s lap in his flat, but Jake wanted to see you so badly. He pulled down a dark and poorly lit road. He parked and got out of the car, dropping his hat in the seat before slamming the door.

Jake took a moment to breathe, thinking about the consequences of the next move he wanted to make. It would be so easy to just stand there and wait for you to finish your business and then bring you home. Hell, he could even get back in the car and drive you home, painful as it may be, and then relieve himself later. Either way he wanted to take a minute to himself.

But you just had to get out of the car, didn’t you? You just had to walk around to him, grabbing on to his white button down and step on your tippy-toes to brush your nose against his. Your breath was hot against his face, reeking of alcohol. He would’ve been fine, he could still push you away, but your right hand trekked down his abdomen and slid over the bulge just under the fabric of his pants.

It was over for Jake at that point, he couldn’t deny you any longer. He cupped the back of your head and melted into you in a flurry of passion. He was emptying every emotion he’d pushed away for the weeks after you and Steven started seeing each other. You tasted like the booze you’d been drinking all night, but beneath that he tasted the essence that made you…you, and it was delicious.

You noticed that Steven even kissed differently, and you wondered if he was just nervous, or maybe this was him letting loose. You didn’t care though, it felt so good to have him touching you again, to give you that attention you so desperately craved from him. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He was so fucking hard you let out a breathy moan just from the feeling of him brushing against you.

He opened the door to the back seat and put you down, climbing in over you. The seat was surprisingly spacious. He didn’t stop kissing you, groaning while he rolled his hips against you. You brought your hands into his dark locks, reveling in the way they felt against your fingers. You’d missed him so much you could hardly stand it. You thought you might start to cry, but then you felt his gloved hand start tugging at the waist of your panties.

“I got it, let me,” you helped, toeing them off.

Jake let you work on his button and zipper, shuddering the moment you grabbed around his thick cock and pulled it out of his boxer-briefs. His breath was shaking while you guided him to your entrance. He looked down and seeing the way his length sat between your thighs made it twitch eagerly.

“Fuck me, Steven,” you said in a soft whisper.

Jake gritted his teeth, the sound of the other alter’s name reminding him of the fact that you thought he was someone else. You brought his face back to look at you though, eyes darting between his. When you kissed him again, he forgot all about his prior reservations and thrust forward harshly, your pleasure-laced gasp was like music to Jake’s ears.

You gripped the back of Steven’s curly head tightly in your ecstasy, continuing to melt into him with sloppy drunken kisses. It felt so good to have his cock inside of you again, stretching you out and filling you deep. You tossed your head back, and a guttural groan rolled up through your chest.

Jake had so many things he wanted to say to you, but knew he’d better not. He wanted to tell you how good your tight little pussy felt fluttering around his length. He wanted to tell you how much he loved the way your skin tasted under his lips. Mostly, he wanted to tell you how much he wanted to hold onto you and never let go, how much he wanted to keep you safe and smiling. Your fingers were intertwining with his hair, such a small gesture, and yet it was one of the most intimate things he’d felt in…he wasn’t even sure he could recall ever feeling anything so intimate.

“Fuck, Steven–yes.”

He reached up and covered your mouth, muffling your moans. He couldn’t stand to hear you moaning someone else’s name while he continued grinding his hips forward, thrusting his length into you deeper. Your hot breath could be felt huffing through your nostrils against his gloved pinky.

He’d never done anything like that to you before, you thought that he normally liked to hear you moan and say his name, but you weren’t going to question it. The change in breathing was hurdling you closer to the edge than you anticipated. You wondered where this idea to cover your mouth came from. It didn’t really matter, you were just so happy to have him back, to have him touching you the way he had before. Except it wasn’t quite like before. Even in the fog from the alcohol, you could tell that something was different about the way he was thrusting into you. It was more forceful, intentional and like he wasn’t holding back his strength. Even before, it felt like Steven was trying to restrain himself, despite being sloppy about his actions. Now he was relentless and tactful, pace never wavering.

Jake kissed your neck, dragging his tongue over the soft skin there. You took in a deep breath, chest arching up to brush against his. Fuck he wanted to feel your breasts, but with one hand over your mouth and the other keeping him from flattening you, he couldn’t. Next time, he thought.

He shouldn’t be thinking about a “next time”, but he was. He was already thinking about how he wanted to bend you over the center console and watch your pussy splitting over his girth; or how he wanted to put you in his lap, back resting against his chest while he fucked upward into you. There was no end to the ways he wanted to feel you come undone, and that was in his car alone.

You let out a sharp scream that frightened him so he removed his hand quickly. You drew in a sharp breath and that’s when he realized that you were coming. Your cunt squeezed so tight around his cock that he had to grab the back of the seat to stop himself from falling over.

Fuck that feels good, so fucking good.

His hips stopped rutting into you and he started moaning heavily in your ear while his cock pulsated hot ropes of cum inside of your still clenching walls. 

You couldn’t believe he was finally back, after two weeks of suffering, you had Steven back. He didn’t kiss you after he pulled out, in fact, he didn’t seem interested in the usual post-sex intimacy as he tucked himself away.

Jake had to get you back quickly now, feeling the guilt wash over him as clarity came through. He’d just slept with you, under the guise of Marc’s other alter, while you were plastered. Of all the terrible things Jake had done, this was up there on the list. He closed the door, leaving you in the back seat before getting in the front and peeling off the dirt road.

You didn’t say anything to him, not wanting to push any further. It was exceptionally clear that he was still trying to keep his distance, and you felt like you were on eggshells. If this was going to continue, you knew that you had to play by his rules, whatever they may be. When he pulled up to your dorm, you leaned up in the seat and kissed him on the cheek.

You stopped at his ear to whisper, “please don’t leave me again.”

You made your way to your dorm, cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, and then went to bed without waking Layla. You sent a quick text to Steven, and in a moment’s notice you’d drifted off, satisfied with the conclusion of your night.

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Jake parked his car in a parking garage down the street from Steven’s flat. He had to keep it from the other two, or they would know he was leading a secret life separate from theirs. When he got inside the apartment, he took off all his clothes and neatly placed them in the closet, exactly where they’d been before. He put on the outfit Marc had worn to bed before crawling under the blankets himself.

Steven’s phone lit up on the end table, forcing Jake’s heart to stop in his chest.

You: Thank you for saving me tonight. When can I see you again?

The truth was that Jake wanted to see you again, despite knowing it was immoral. He thought that maybe if you saw how good he was to you, that you might not be too upset when he was able to finally reveal himself…if he was ever able to finally reveal himself. His heart was deafening in his chest thinking about you. You were so pretty tonight, the way your dress fit your body, and the way your big eyes had looked up at him before you kissed him.

Your words rang through his mind so clearly, please don’t leave me again.

No one had ever looked at him like you did. No one had ever looked at Jake with so much love and yearning in their eyes. He’d never felt such passion, and now he didn’t know how to just let it go, even if it was the right thing to do. Even if the love you felt was for someone else, he could look past it for now. He just knew he couldn’t go without seeing you again.

Steven: Don’t text me anymore. I’ll reach out to you when we can see each other again.

Steven: If you want this to be able to continue, I need you to keep this a secret. Don’t talk about it, and don’t ever text me.

Jake deleted the texts that the two of you had sent, and put the phone back where he’d found it. When Marc woke up in the morning, he’d never have a clue that his body had wandered about while he slept.

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When you got up in the morning, hangover be damned, you saw the texts from Steven. He was willing to keep it going. You could cry, you were so relieved. Steven was back, and he was yours.

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[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi, after running away from home, needed a quick source of income that's not just tech stuff so he does tutoring and ended up teaching Yata's siblings. It was just a job at first and he didn't even get along with Yata but slowly they got close and he started crushing on him (Yata crushes on him too and gets excited whenever the kids have a tutoring session lol). Yata's family also found out Fushimi lives alone and tries to make him spend time with them like he's part of their family.

For some reason I find this setup very appealing, teenage runaway Fushimi tutoring some kids and unexpectedly falling hopelessly in love with their big brother. Imagine Fushimi decides he's finally had enough of his terrible parents and decides to run away, maybe Niki's in the hospital and Fushimi figures it will take Kisa months to even notice he's gone. He packs a bag with just his laptop, a couple changes of clothes and whatever money he has saved from his allowance. This lasts him for a while at first, he's able to bounce from hotel room to hotel room without anyone getting too suspicious but eventually it's clear that he's going to need some kind of job. Fushimi had initially intended to just do tech stuff online to get cash but that's proving difficult with his current living situation, going from hotel rooms to internet cafes and trying his best to keep connected online. He's buying some food at a nearby convenience store when he sees they have a bulletin board up that people can post job listings for like local plumbing or construction-type things, out of desperation he posts his own ad offering tutoring services for kids.

He gets a call a few days later from a woman wanted help tutoring her two younger children, she also makes mention of an older boy who might need some assistance with high school entrance exams. Fushimi finds himself feeling a little prickly about the idea of going into this home with like an actual happy family but he needs money so he takes the offer, scheduling himself to go to the woman's house a couple times a week for a few hours at a time for a regular pay amount. The first day he's supposed to be there he rings the doorbell, standing all awkwardly in front of the door, and when it opens there's this red-haired kid standing there. Fushimi looks at the kid and gives this flat 'I'm your new tutor,' the kid's like oh you mean you're here to tutor Minoru and Megumi and Fushimi's like huh so you're not in elementary school then. The kid immediately gets pissed off about that and Fushimi gives this little grin, as he steps inside he hears the kid's mom yelling at him to be polite to the tutor. Fushimi gets introduced to his two new 'students', Minoru and Megumi, and to the oldest kid Misaki (Fushimi's grin gets even wider when Yata's mom says that name and Yata's immediately like 'don't call me that,' naturally Fushimi starts using that name every chance he gets).

Yata's mom has to go do some grocery shopping so she leaves Fushimi and Yata with the kids, Fushimi sits down to start his tutoring session with Minoru first and the whole time Yata's in the corner playing with Megumi and glaring at Fushimi like he thinks Fushimi's suspicious. Yata sees that Fushimi's his age and asks what school he goes to, Fushimi clicks his tongue and says he already graduated elementary school and Yata's like I told you I'm in middle school. Fushimi leaves a couple hours later when his session is done and he has to admit that maybe it wasn't so bad, the kids weren't as annoying as they could be and besides Misaki was fun to tease at least. After that Fushimi goes back to the house several times a week and Yata's always there for him to tease in between tutoring sessions. Minoru and Megumi quickly get attached to him, amazed that he knows everything and maybe at first Yata's a bit jealous too because here he's the big brother and yet his siblings keep praising this stranger for being so smart and all. At one point Yata's mom asks Fushimi to help Yata with entrance exams, Fushimi acts all polite to her but then when it's just him and Yata he starts teasing 'Misaki' for being an idiot. Yata thinks he won't learn anything from a jerk like this but then as Fushimi's teaching him Yata realizes that this guy is actually kinda amazing. Fushimi doesn't know how to take this, he enjoyed teasing Misaki before but now when Yata looks at him with shining eyes and praises him it's like this whole different level of feelings.

After that they slowly become friends, Yata looks forward to Fushimi coming to tutor the kids and even asks if he wants to go to the arcade afterward. The only problem is that he also keeps asking where Fushimi goes to school and where he lives and Fushimi initially keeps blowing that off. Eventually he says Yata can come over to his place one day and Yata's surprised and concerned when he realizes Fushimi's living in a hotel room, especially when Fushimi makes a comment about how this is where he's living 'today.' Yata begins to suspect that Fushimi ran away but he doesn't want to say anything that would make Fushimi get upset and decide to stop coming by to tutor the kids. Maybe at some point Yata's on his way home from school and sees Fushimi, he goes to say hi and then freezes as he sees Fushimi running away from someone – Niki got out of the hospital and has shown up to torment his kid. Yata gets to see how awful Fushimi's dad is and realizes this must be why he ran away, and now Yata's decided to start saving up so that one day maybe they can move somewhere together.

In the meantime Fushimi is still tutoring, maybe he did find a semi-regular coding job that he can do online so he was able to take down his tutoring ad but he still only keeps going to Yata's place. Yata starts making sure he has like snack set up for Saruhiko every time he comes by, pretending like this is just a nice friend thing but really he's worried about how Fushimi's eating living all alone on the streets like this and he wants to like watch over Fushimi the best he can. Even though Yata hasn't said anything to his mom she's also started being really nice to Fushimi as well, telling him to stay for dinner and even agreeing when Yata asks if Saruhiko can spend the night. Fushimi realizes that he's starting to get attached and thinks he should end these sessions but he can't bring himself to do it, finding himself almost looking forward to seeing Misaki every day, even though he's also worried because soon school will be out of session and what will happen once he's not tutoring Misaki's siblings anymore.

[failedintsave]

Couple days late because it wouldn't cooperate...still don't love it but I'm sick of looking at it lol. Here's Day 13: Excited for the season/being a scrooge

The kitchen was a disaster when Murderface stumbled there in search of a midnight snack. Truthfully it was always kind of a disaster, but now everything was covered in a layer of flour as if a sudden blizzard had swept through. Sprinkles stuck to the bottoms of his bare feet as he rifled through the cabinets, the tantalizing smell of baking causing his stomach to rumble loudly. A mostly empty tub of dollar store frosting sat open on the counter and Murderface scooped out a dollop with his finger, popping the digit into his mouth and loudly sucking the sugary paste.

"Oh boy. That is... that's just pathetic." 

He jumped at the sound of Nathan's voice, spinning to defend himself, but the frontman wasn't in the kitchen.

"Yeh. Shoulda seen'im making up dose cookies. Singin' and dancin' around like a Keebler elf."

Following the voices of his bandmates, Murderface rounded the corner to the living room, peeking between Nathan and Pickles to what was indeed a pitiful sight. Splayed out like a scarecrow, Skwisgaar snored quietly, their young rhythm guitarist curled into a ball with his head pillowed on the Swede's bony hip. A smear of flour decorated Toki's nose and clutched in his hand was a wrinkled scrap of paper, scrawled with crayon. Behind them on the wall was a line of—

"Isch that my schock?"

The derision in his voice made the question come out louder than he'd intended, making Pickles and Nathan jump and Skwisgaar snort awake.

"That'sch my...thosche are all our schocks. Why are they nailed to the wall?"

Following his gaze, Skwisgaar glanced at the row of hosiery hanging overhead. "Euughh, ja dat...Toki dids dat, cuz we ain't gots no stockings to hangs up."

"Stockings?" Nathan grunted.

"For de presents. He wantsed to stay up and... meets...Santa." he trailed off, eyes falling to Toki on the couch.

"Yeeuchh…"

Pickles squatted to gently pry the page from Toki's grip, shaking his head as he smoothed the crinkles. "S'all in Norwegian." 

"Did you tell him he's not real? How old is this kid again? Shouldn't he, you know, have outgrown that shit?" Nathan pawed at the plate of cookies, selecting a snowman shape doused in green and red sugar crystals. An avalanche of crumbs fell over the front of his shirt as he chewed.

"Nej, didn't seems right. Little dildoes was so excitesed."

Though he would never say as much out loud, Murderface remembered those days. Granted, he was much younger than Toki when he'd stopped believing in the fat man, but there were a handful of early years when he'd been in exactly this position, drooling on his grandparents' plastic covered sofa, a tray of milk and fig newtons set out on the coffee table. The magic didn't last, especially watching his classmates return to school with shiny new toys when all Claus had brought him were socks and underwear. Stella had teased that maybe he was on the naughty list, so he'd decided to earn it.

Joke'sch on you now, huh old lady? 

He didn't know a lot about Toki—the kid was still fairly new, and impossible to understand, to boot—but watching Nathan scoop the guitarist up from the couch and carry him off to bed like a child stirred something in him. The little twerp probably didn't deserve to have his dumb gay heart broken come morning. While the rest of the band was distracted, Murderface stomped into his boots and slipped out the front door.

This late on Christmas Eve his options were limited, and the eight entire dollars to his name didn't help either, but he managed to fill a hand basket at CVS before they closed up. The apartment was blessedly quiet when he returned, and he set to work.

"Oh wowee! He cames, he really dids!"

The jubilant cry roused him what felt like twenty minutes after his head hit the pillow, and Murderface rolled over with every intention of sleeping until at least the afternoon.

"Wakes up, pals! Dere ams presents from Santa! He must have likesed my cookies." 

"Nyeh, Toki, shaddap! Its naht even six yet!"

"But, Pickle! It Santa! He brought—"

"TOKI, I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS UNHOLY—"

"Dere present for you toos, Nat'an!"

"...wait. Really?"

So much for sleeping in. Murderface trudged into the front room, last again to join his bandmates where they stood examining the trimmings he'd slapped together. A strand of gold foil garland hung in loops from the ceiling fan, and assorted red and green baubles were hooked into the strings of the mini blinds. Between the tv antenna stood a small honeycomb paper pine tree, topped with a shiny silver star.

"Dood. Whet the hell happened?"

Toki danced around the room, a gleeful smile splitting his face. "Santa came! Look!" In his arms, he held the socks that had previously been mounted to the wall. "He bring everyone a gifts!"

Toki passed the footwear back to their owners, eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed with excitement, then flopped onto the couch next to Skwisgaar to enjoy his own present. Cellophane crinkled as Toki slipped the wrapper from the strip of balsa wood.

"Says it ams an aero-planes?" He turned it in his fingers, brows drawing in confusion. 

"You have to build it." Murderface supplied, flushing when the rest looked in his direction. "I mean, I asschume. Whatever. I looksch like junk." He crossed his arms and turned away.

"Its not junk! I loves it!"

"It'll juscht break as schoon asch you throw it. Might asch well toss it out."

"Shut up, Moidaface! I ams gonna builds it and keeps it forever."

"Fine, schuit yourschelf."

Nathan and Skwisgaar exchanged a skeptical glance, the blonde shrugging and twirling the candy cane between his lips into a sharp point. Murderface hoped their silence meant they wouldn't question the alleged Christmas miracle that had occurred in their shabby shithole. A freckled arm landed across his shoulders, anchoring him before he could retreat.

"Hey, you gaht frosting on yer face."

His cheeks blazed as he swiped an arm over his mouth and Pickles laughed.

"Merry Christmas, Ebeneezer."

[kerie-prince]

change of pace

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (@pinkdevile) hey bae, can i request a one shot or headcanon about fred being whipped by one of ron classmates that is a non-pureblood slytherin and kind of prodigy in magic and how would he react to her being a typical dry slytherin and being a prodigy and good at everything?

summary: What happens when a red lion who lives in the moment falls for a green snake with plans for her future? Romance, of course.

a/n: stereotypical, yes but i had fun writing this :) also, i know my posting schedule keeps changing, so sorry about that 🥺 i got lots of requests (thank you guys SO much!) and i'm trying to not make them all sound the same. i'm looking up synonyms and all that stuff lol

(gif cred)

You were the least Slytherin person in your house. But maybe that's made you even more of a Slytherin. Your traits were that of a typical member of the house of snakes. No, you weren't a rude bitch; you had ambition that rivaled that of a Gryffindor and it wasn't even one of their traits. You aimed for the stars and your pride proved that you could do that and more. You are the best witch of your class, and maybe even your school.

And it was this reputation that caught the attention of someone who is quite the polar opposite. You were calm and collected. He was a wild card and unpredictable. Fred Weasley had his eyes on you and was going crazy for you. It all started when one day, he was with his friends and brothers in the Great Hall during lunch when you had walked up to Ron and Harry, “Hey Ron, were my notes able to help you?”

“Yeah, loads. Thank you, Y/N.” Lee was in the middle of a conversation with his best friends when he noticed Fred wasn't responding to anything he was saying. “Mate, you okay?” When you walked to your table, Fred scooted closer to his younger brother, “Dearest brother, how are you?”

“What do you want?” Ron saw right through him. He knew when Fred wanted something from him, just like now.

“Well I’m offended that you would assume something,” Fred held a hand over his chest with a fake offended look on his face, “can’t a person ask about the well being of his baby brother?” Ron had a deadpan expression and Harry was laughing at Fred’s exaggeration. “Fair enough. Who was that?”

“Who? Y/N? She’s in mine and Harry’s class, why?” Ron had taken a large bite from his turkey leg.

“What’s she like?” Fred inquired. Ron thought about it for a minute, “Dunno, she’s pretty quiet.”

“If I didn't know any better, I’d say that Freddie here fancies someone,” George teased. The surrounding friends laugh and point towards Fred. “I don’t fancy anyone. I’m just asking a simple question.”

Hermione and Ginny later joined the group. “What’s all this fuss about?” Hermione questioned.

“Fred’s asking about Y/L/N,” Harry caught Hermione up to speed. “Why? You’re not thinking of doing anything to her, are you?” Hermione started to scold the older boy.

“Why is it that you lot always think I’m up to no good,” Fred sighed.

“Because you’ve never been up to any good,” Ginny teased her older brother. Fred rolled his eyes and turned back to try and find you at your table. You had a couple of friends with you and a small book in your hand as you ate. Fred was determined to get your attention somehow.

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You sat in the library by yourself. You had spent the majority of the afternoon grading first years’ papers for Snape’s class and working with Hermione and Katie on a project for Ancient Runes. Giving up your weekends to study wasn't all that bad. The feeling of being on top was rewarding.

It was funny; your parents had stopped caring about your grades all together because they already knew what they were going to read. Not that they weren't supportive or proud of you. At family gatherings on your father’s side, he loved seeing the looks on his relatives’ faces when he boasted that you were the best student at Hogwarts.

But they have told you on many occasions that it wouldn't kill you to have at least one E. They wanted you to be able to have a normal teen life and have fun. Go to parties, get in trouble every now and then. You assured them that you were fine and all and even believed it yourself. You never had interest in breaking the pattern you had set.

The library was nearing its closing time and you packed your things. When you walked out the grand doors, a tall figure came in front of you and nearly knocked down all the books you carried. His hands caught whatever you couldn't hold before it hit the floor.

“Sorry about that,” you looked up at the towering boy. Your breath slightly hitched at the sight of his attractive face. His cheekbones were defined and his skin looked soft. You didn’t realize that you were staring, nor that he was also staring at you as well. Finally, he spoke up and handed you the book he was holding for you. “I believe this is for you.”

His mouth moved, but you were so distracted that it didn't occur to you he had actually said anything until you saw him looking at you expectedly. “Oh, thank you.” You started heading towards the dungeons when he jogged towards and stopped in front of you. “Aren’t you in the same class as Ron?”

“Yes, how did you know that?”

“I saw you talk to him the other day,” he told you. “I’m Fred.” He reached to shake your hands but then pulled it back when he remembered that your hands were full at the moment.

Ah, so this is Fred you thought. You've heard of him, who hasn't? Years of being at Hogwarts, tales of him and his equally devilish brother creating havoc around campus have traveled from one student to another. How you two had never seen one another until this point was surprising. It’s not like Hogwarts was a large school, but it wasn't small either.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You nodded your head towards him to replace a handshake. Ten seconds of silence caused you to walk past him and return to the path to the dungeons. “W-wait!” Fred called out.

He stood in front of you once again, one of his hands positioned in front of you to block you from walking past him again. “Would you like to get a butterbeer tomorrow?”

If there was anything you didn't like, it was being put on the spot. And another thing? Your routine being disturbed. Your Sunday was all planned out. Helping Sprout with her greenhouse to earn extra house points, tutoring some younger years, and getting a head start on your homework that wasn't even due for another week.

“I’m sorry, but no.” You gave him an apologetic smile as you walked away. Once again, he ran in front of you but this time merged with you and actually caused all of your books to fall.

“Merlin, I’m so sorry,” he bent down to help you pick them up. Fred usually isn't this clumsy or nervous. He usually charms his way through anything, but he was becoming like putty out of nowhere. “Okay, well what about Honeydukes next Saturday?”

“Sorry, but no again.” You started walking away for the nth time and turned around to look at him for the last time, “Please don’t follow me again.” And you were gone. But did this mean that Fred gave up on any chance he had? No. Far from it. If anything, it gave him reason to want to try harder.

He walked all the way to the Gryffindor house and luckily found Hermione studying in the common room with Pavarti and Lavender. There was a spot open next to her and when Ginny was about to take the spot, Fred grabbed her arm and pulled her away to steal the seat.

“Um, excuse you, I was going to sit–”

“Tell me everything you can about Y/N,” Fred interrupted his sister.

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He had tried to learn as much as he could about you. Fred learned that you had the top grades. Much like Harry did, you had learned the Patronus Charm before not only before your own class, but even Fred’s charms class. Your dad's a wizard, and your mum's a muggle. But most importantly, you were a picture perfect student, and although you didn't have any apparent hobbies, you picked up just about everything with ease.

A couple of weeks had passed and every other day, Fred had made any type of excuse to come see you.

‘Oh, my next class is in this direction’ It wasn't.

‘I like that book, too!’ You were, in fact, not holding a book but your personal journal.

‘Funny running into you here!’ It was in the Great Hall during breakfast.

Now, you didn't hate these interactions. They didn't do anything to your routine, and they were actually cute attempts to get your attention. But you didn't think you had any time for anything else. Or anyone else.

“You should give him a chance, Y/N/N. Live a little. I think the top student can take a bit of time for herself at least once,” your friend Millicent advised. Astoria agreed with her, “He’s cute~.” You slightly blushed in your book and pushed their arms away.

“I’ve never been on a date before,” you whispered. The two girls looked at each other confused before turning back to look at you. “Huh?”

“I’ve never been on a date before!” You flinched when you realized your voice was louder than intended. Your friends laughed when you looked towards the Gryffindor table to make sure Fred didn't hear you. He was talking to his friends, so that meant he didn't. Only he did, but felt your eyes on him so he pretended he didn't.

“So this is the perfect reason to go out with him! Go ask him out,” Millie pushed. She was persistently tapping on your arm until you eventually stood up. You took a deep breath to gather confidence and walked towards the table of red and gold.

When Fred's eyes met yours, you turned around and walked out of the Hall. He stood up from his seat and chased after you. He kept bumping into people, including Filch in the hallways. Filch yelled for him to stop, but of course Fred ignored him and kept going.

Momentarily, he lost you in the crowd of mixed color robes until he saw you sitting by yourself on a bench under a tree. He walked towards your direction and asked you with his eyes if he could take the seat next to you. You scooted down more to let the tall boy sit down.

Neither of you said anything for a few moments. You fiddled with your fingers on your lap and he stared up at the sky. “Nice day, innit?” Fred started the conversation. “Yes, it is.”

“Good weather to go walking around Hogsmeade” Fred tried one last attempt in asking you out.

“It would be,” you accepted.

He let out a sigh in defeat, “I know I ask a lot, but maybe just this once– wait, what did you say?” You looked up at him and smiled for the first time. His heart skipped a beat and the butterflies fluttered about inside.

“I’ll go with you.” He was so excited that he jumped up and did an air punch of victory. You laughed to yourself and when he looked at you, you had an eyebrow raised. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Promptly at 2 in the afternoon in front of the Slytherin dorms. Don’t be late,” you stood up with confidence. You walked back to the Hall to tell your friends, cheeks warmed and ears blushing. “So?” Astoria asked.

“It’s just a date, that's it,” you sounded nonchalant about it, but the smile on your face said differently. You were excited for your day with Fred and for all, unpredictable adventures to come.

A much needed change of pace.

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requests open!

[saminator]

this is completely so randome but anyway i was listening to that song u sent me ages ago (also i listened to it like twice at the start of the day and then i was listening to a bunch of mcr afterwards but Ur song was the one stuck in my head the whole day 🤨) anyway at the end u say smth smth ‘hang on for me’ right and that got me thinking, philosophically advanced as i am ;), that that could be like. ur future self talking to ur past self. u know like if i went back in time thats smth i would say to myself maybe? so maybe me in the future is saying that to me. like hang on for me. you will be here one day. hang on for me

(ik thats not what the songs about but like. u know. it got me thinking)

ALKDJFLKADJF STOP ARAS ILYSM I CANT BELIEVE ONE OF MY SONGS WAS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD ESPECIALLY AFTER LISTENING TO MCR ALKJSDFLKSDF

and yeah that's a valid interpretation of it! i think when i was writing it, it was almost like there were two versions of me; one who loved the person i was, with all my queerness and transness included, who felt sympathetic towards the other part of me, who hated the person i was and would have given anything to change myself. i feel like it was the former version telling the latter version to hang on even tho i didn't feel okay, with my home life and with my own body and mind. but also i love what you interpreted of it because that was another way it was supposed to be!!!!! when i made the song, i was in a terrible phase of life and i felt so hopeless and tired and angry but some little part of me imagined an older me looking down on younger me and just asking me to hang on for dear life, for just a bit longer. and then a third way it could have been interpreted was just me saying comforting things to myself, no deeper meaning than that. one last way i meant for it to be seen as was me announcing it as an anthem, a mantra, for all the other people like me. who knew they shouldn't have such an immense hatred for themselves but they do and the people who should be there to help them through this obstacle would never do so and so they just felt like the loneliest motherfucker in the world lol.

thank you so much for sending this tho actually akldfjkdjf i teared up while reading what u sent and writing my response because i wanted this song to be one that gave people an [auditory?] hug while whispering for them to hold on and giving them a shoulder to cry on. as a songwriter, it means the world when someone tells you what they interpreted from your song (even if it wasn't what you intended, because fresh perspectives are a blessing) (even tho u did kinda get my intent with this song) or how much it means to them or how they could relate to it or just about anything showing that they truly took the time to listen to the song (obviously nothing wrong with just casual listening and not trying to delve deep into the meaning, but when someone does so, it's much appreciated and welcomed) flkadjflksdjf tysm

[certified-sloth]

Ok- first, the main ship here is Barbatos and MC, but I might've made this a bit longer than the other fics because I got carried away LOL

I'll let you know before you proceed, there'll be sad Mammon moments

Enjoy!

Time is limited (Barbatos/MC)

"Isn't it about time you admit to your feelings?" The Demon Prince asked his servant, causing the butler to stop in his tracks and look at Diavolo with a calm smile.

"I don't think I know what you're talking about, My Lord." He answered as he placed the kettle down and stood beside Diavolo as his Lord is working on documents.

He hummed and looked at his servant with a straight face. "It's only a matter of time before they leave the Devildom, bottling it up would keep you distracted from time-to-time." He stated, aware that his servant is denying what he said.

Barbatos frowned and looked away. "I don't see why I couldn't handle it."

This made Diavolo furrow his eyebrows. "Barbatos." He called out, causing the butler to turn to his Lord. "...yes, my lord?"

"They aren't like us. Their time is limited, and you know that. I won't want to force you, I just wish to push the thought to you and consider it than regret about it in the end." His lord responded.

Barbatos forced a small smile on his face. "As you said, my lord... they aren't like us, I don't intend to burden them with my feelings."

This made Diavolo sigh in defeat as he turned back to his papers. "Well, I understand. However, if you ever come to change your mind, I'll let you go and meet them whenever." He said as he looked through his workload.

Barbatos stared at his Lord for a moment before going back to help him with work.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"You... WHAT?!" Mammon screeched as he looked at you surprised. You winced from his sudden outburst as his mouth is hung open.

"Mammon, please-" you were cut off as he whined and hugged your waist.

"But- why HIM??? You've got me, my brothers, a human, even an angel- ya really gotta hit Barbatos of all PEOPLE?" he ranted and looked up at you helplessly.

You smiled a little and ruffled his hair. "Didn't you say you'd support me no matter what happens?" You remind.

He froze and glared at you. "Yeah but not like THIS-" he shut up as he noticed your suddenly gloomy expression.

"O-Oi! Don't go lookin' sad at me now!"

You smiled sadly and looked down. "..do you think I have a chance?" You asked quietly, your first demon still heard it.

Oh how Mammon wanted to say no at that, but he doesn't want you sad like this. No matter how far his greed goes, he can't pull your happiness away from you.

He sighed in defeat and patted your back. "Look- cheer up, won't ya? Barbatos doesn't show his true emotions much, so don't lose hope just yet- ...here, remember Lord Diavolo announcin' a party? Don't ya wanna have a dance with him?" He comforted.

This lightened your mood a bit and smiled a little. "Thanks Mammon... you're the best." You responded.

This made the demon blush slightly and look away. "O-of course I am! I'm the GREAT Mammon after all!" He answered.

"Go to sleep already! I needa go and do something." He said as he stood up and was ready to leave, until...

"...no matter what happens, i'll always be your first man, right?" He asked, turning back to look at you.

You giggled and nodded without hesitation. "Yes, my one and only bestfriend." (Cue Levi crying in the corner- sorry-)

This made the avatar of greed smile. He loves you, but even he knows he'd rather want you to be happy even if it weren't with him.

Having to know he's still your first man, was enough for him somehow.

And so, he left and went to talk to Lucifer about your plan for the party.

The oldest was surprised, but still agreed and informed Diavolo about it.

The demon prince was more than delighted to help.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

You walked around the ballroom, looking around in amazement.

It's your last day in the Devildom before heading back up to the human world, Diavolo had planned a party specifically for the exchange students.

Diavolo had noticed you and smiled, before glancing at an entranced Barbatos.

He grinned and ushered his Butler to approach you, making him look at his lord in slight panic.

He soon mouthed something to his servant. "At least indulge yourself, just this once."

Barbatos sighed in defeat as he walked over to you rather nervously. It looks like he can't compose himself this time.

You turned to look at him and smile brightly. "Hi Barbatos!" You greeted.

Ah, this just made Barbatos' heart sink even more. He smiled a little and went to kiss the top of your hand. "Greetings, MC."

Asmo looked at their direction and whistled. "Ooo~ he's smooth~"

Mammon grumbled and ate away on a backstabbing sandwich.

Satan looked at his older brother in curiosity. "You aren't going to stop them?" He asked.

"...why should I? They're happy, I don't wanna take that away." He answered. Catching Asmo and Satan off-guard.

The two were surprised with Mammon's sacrifice, so all they could do was Asmo giving him a comfort hug while Satan offered him another sandwich.

"Would you care for a dance?" Barbatos offered which made you hum happily, taking his hand as you both danced gracefully on the dance floor.

Barbatos had soon tucked your hair behind your ear as he smiled rather gently.

"You're wonderful, MC." He complimented. You smiled. "You think so? Well, you're amazing, Barbatos." You responded.

Diavolo watched the two happily with his arms crossed. Lucifer stood beside him.

"They look quite the match, Don't they?" Diavolo turned to look at Lucifer.

The avatar of pride hummed in agreement. He has to admit, you have quite a good taste.

Barbatos sighed sadly. "It was a mistake in my part for spending time with you in the last moments..." he said as he gripped onto your hand a little tighter, but not enough to hurt you.

You shook your head. "It's not, Barbatos. You're busy, I could understand that." You assured.

He stared down at you before, letting himself give in and lean closer. "...May I?" He asked.

You nodded as you both shared your first kiss on this very night. You smiled into the kiss, this was definitely going to be the most memorable moment of your whole life.

Diavolo looked at the both of you in surprise and grinned, turning to Lucifer like a happy child looking at his mother after seeing something he likes.

Lucifer chuckled and shook his head dismissively. Now Diavolo was happy to the roof, not only did Barbatos went in for it, Lucifer CHUCKLED.

Asmo squealed and snapped a picture with a huge smile.

And just when Satan was about to turn his attention back to Mammon, he had already left.

The 4th-born went to Lucifer and notify him about Mammon, so the eldest excused himself and went to look for his younger brother.

He found him at the garden, sitting on the grass while looking up with a sad smile.

He approached his brother. "I really expected you to go against them, I'm surprised you accepted it." He spoke through the silence as Mammon looked at him.

The 2nd-born laughed and shook his head. "I love em, Lucifer. I ain't that selfish, I'll need time but, i'll let go of them sooner or later." He responded.

This made the 1st-born smile and sit beside him, patting his younger brother's head. Mammon blushed in embarrassment but still rested his head on his brother's shoulder like the old days.

"...did I do the right thing?" He asked quietly, which wasn't really like him.

The eldest hummed and leaned his head on his brother's.

"Yes you did. I'm proud of you, Mammon."

[thatsjustsupergirl]

So, I can see from your long response to my ask that this story arc has really hit a nerve, and I did not intend to piss you off the way I seem to have. I will concede that Alex being overly protective of her authority as THE MOM came off as forced and out of character without it being presented as a projection of her own insecurities. I think part of the inconsistencies in how the story is told is that the writers keep jumping what they want aliens to be an allegory for. Sometimes they’re the LGBTQ+ community. Sometimes they’re immigrants or racial/religious minorities. This almost felt like they were coming at it from a neuro-divergence angle, and it reminded me of a lot of the debate around ABA and masking. It also felt like they were setting up the idea of being closeted vs out, which is why the writers felt Alex had the experience to speak the way she did. I also get your point about Alex using her sexuality as license to speak for other marginalized groups, and I agree that should have been called out. I just don’t think her points were completely invalid. As for the jealousy thing, I’m not saying that was in the text of the episode, just that that could have been an interesting nuance to add to the discussion. It’s something you see in a lot of communities where the old guard are sometimes unconsciously, and sometimes not so unconsciously resentful on a level of how life is easier for the younger generations. Anyway, those are just my thoughts. It’s obviously cool if you disagree. I was also curious if you ever watch Young Justice. The third season was very up and down (some pretty bad LGBTQ rep and repeatedly graphically killing a WOC—because she could resurrect—chief among the downs), but it did cover some of these issues.

lol oh, I'm not bothered by your ask at all! The storyline just landed in the uncanny valley of being almost character-true in all the right ways and then the setup didn't deliver.

So, I don't actually think the show has been all that inconsistent with how it looks at alienness? There is the established connection between hiding and being "in the closet," which they set up in S1, and then there is the obvious parallel between being an alien— i.e. part of a minority ethnic group/culture— and being an immigrant, which has also been present for most of the series.

S1 also did a very nice job of using powers as a neurodivergence stand-in, which is different than saying that being an alien is automatically the reason for that similarity since not all aliens have sensory-based powers, or even powers at all. (There's a bunch of meta on it here, some of which I wrote, and then we also talked about it in this episode of Supergirl’s Attic.)

You're right, they're setting up Kara for the idea of being "out," in the sense of her deciding exactly how she wants to live her life and with whom she wants to share it. But that wasn't the issue Kara was speaking to in this episode re: Esme, and it was also not the problem Esme was experiencing. Alex reads the problem wrong because the lens of her experience does not include the actual problem at hand— she minimizes both Esme's and Kara's pain that's come from being themselves in a society that is not kind to them, no matter how supportive their loved ones are, in the same way she minimized Kelly's struggles against systemic racism in 6x12 until it was called out.

So, ultimately, Alex and Kara were having different conversations about very different aspects of marginalization— while both raising valid points!— but the text only supported Alex's point of view, which we can see in how J'onn encouraged Kara to concede to Alex without ever validating Kara's feelings, and Kara ended up apologizing without Alex really acknowledging her own shortcomings in return. And that’s a little bit concerning to me as far as setup for Kara’s arc at the end of the series, because it's a shallow way to understand her identity and completely sidesteps Alex's role in making Kara feel like she's had to hide.

I have not watched Young Justice, sorry! But that sounds very cool. ☺️