#dipper misses her husband too

[dipperscavern]

I MISS ROBB STARK ON THIS SATURDAY. LIKE A MF. AND U POST ANGST ?

IM SO SORRY :(((( I MISS HIM TOO!! EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE!!

if it helps at all, i’m uploading a robb stark x shy reader drabble later tonight 🙂‍↕️ until then, here’s something cute to make up for your therapy bills

-> poop

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The Pines family sat at the table, quietly eating their breakfast, when Mabel slammed her hands on the table and shouted “KERMIT THE FROG”.

Dipper leapt forward to right his orange juice glass, gathering nearby napkins to sop up the puddle. “What?”

“Kermit the frog! He plays the banjo!”

“Yyyyes?”

Ford raised his hand. “Who’s Kermit the Frog?”

Stan snapped his head up from his plate. “Who’s Kermit the Frog? The Muppets, Pointdexter, you were around for The Muppet Show. They had a movie and everything.”

Ford frowned. “Muppets.”

“Yeah, they’re a riot! There’s this Bear whose got some great puns and this pig who really know how to throw a punch. You’d love it, they’ve even got a scientist!”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you were such a fan of children’s television.”

“Children?!”

Dipper stirred his cereal. “I’m just impressed you remember all that. Yesterday you forgot you were married.”

“That’s because The Muppets are forever!” Mabel exclaimed.

“Wait, Stanley you were married?”

“Yep. Actually, unless I’m forgetting a divorce, I might still be married.”

“You didn’t,” Mabel chirped. “I’d have it on my Romance Chart if you did. You’ve missed a lot of anniversaries.”

“So has he!” Stan argued. “I’m not the only bad husband here!”

Ford spluttered. “Husband?”

Dipper frowned. “I think we’re getting a little too far away from why Mabel screamed Kermit the Frog and knocked my orange juice over.”

Mabel nodded. “Right, so, I was thinking of Mr. McGucket -

“Stanley you have a husband?“

“I was thinking of Mr. McGucket,” Mabel interrupted. “And how he could maybe help around the Shack. And he plays banjo! He could play banjo and people could put money in his lil banjo case like a real musician.”

At the mention of money, Stan leaned forward.

“But like, no one knows banjo music,” Mabel continued. “So I was like, maybe pop hits banjo? But then BOOM! Kermit the Frog! People love that frog. He could play the rainbow song. He’d be a hit!”

“Interesting,” Stan muttered. “Preying on people’s nostalgia to milk them for cash. I love it!”

Ford hummed. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, Mabel. Activities like playing musical instruments have been proven to help patients with Alzheimers and dementia. Not that Fiddleford’s condition has the same root cause, but it may prove beneficial to memory recovery.”

“Eugh, don’t ruin this for me.”

“If playing an instrument helps with memory loss, maybe Grunkle Stan should learn an instrument,” Dipper suggested.

“Ooo!” Mabel squealed. “What about guitar? Or the piano? OH!” She clutched Stan’s arm with a fervor. “The triangle!”

Ford grimaced. “Maybe not that one.”

“Sorry, kid. I’m not exactly a music guy,” Stan shrugged out of Mabel’s grasp. “Let’s leave that to the professionals.”

Mabel frowned, but let the topic go.

Ford stood from the table. “Well, I happen to be visiting Fiddleford this afternoon. I can broach the topic and see what he thinks.”

Fiddleford, as it turns out, loved the idea. To the surprise of everyone, Fiddleford admitted that he had always wanted to play in a jugband when he was younger, but could never get over his stage fright enough to audition for the local band. Then he went off to college and then…everything else.

“Maybe I zapped away that scared bit enough to play!” he had cackled, knocking at the side of his head with his knuckles.

It was settled. “Fiddlin’ Fridays at the Mystery Shack with Fiddleford McGucket”. Dipper tried to point out the title didn’t make sense since it was a banjo, not a fiddle. Stan argued that “customers are suckers for alliteration”. The set up was just Fiddleford dragging an old rocking chair onto the porch and opening up his banjo case. Mabel had made a large glittery banner, but it was quickly absconded by Fiddleford’s raccoon.

“Tell your wife to give me back my banner!” Mabel had yelled, chasing the raccoon into the bushes.

“Ex-wife,” Fiddleford sighed sadly. “Apparently I was too emotionally available.”

Ford pulled at his hair. “Did everyone get married without telling me?”

“Excuse me?” A voice piped up. Fiddleford and Ford turned to see a little boy standing at the bottom of the porch. He was dressed in hiking clothes that were obviously new. In the distance, a young woman was unstrapping a baby from its seat in an SUV. Obviously city folk coming to the “wilderness” for the first time.

“Are you a real hillbilly?” The boy asked. Suddenly the door slammed open, Mr. Mystery striding through, eyepatch in place.

“Sure is!” Stan grinned. “Our very own genuine hillbilly just waiting to play you a tune! All you gotta do is put some of your mom’s money in his case there.”

The little boy’s eyes widened, turning around to race towards his mother.

“Stanley,” Ford admonished. “Fiddleford isn’t some show monkey to throw money at.”

“During work hours he is.” Stan turned to Fiddleford. “So, did Mabel teach you that song she was so excited about?”

Fiddleford sat frozen, watching the little boy yank at his mothers pants to try and get her attention, the baby beginning to fuss.

“Well…” Fiddleford cleared his throat. “Some good news and bad news fellas.”

Ford furrowed his brows. “What is it?”

“Good news is, my mind ain’t all broken.” Fiddleford hugged his banjo and turned to look up at Ford. “Bad news is I knows it ‘cause I still got stage fright.”

Stan scoffed. “Stage fright? C’mon it’s one kid and a couple o’ city slickers who would probably think you playing three wrong notes and spitting is ‘authentic’.”

“Stanley, be supportive.”

“I am! Look I’ve been at this job forever. All you gotta do is smile and if something goes wrong, you blame a ghost or something. They eat that up.”

Fiddleford shook his head. “But this is music. If’n I mess up music, ‘specially somethin’ they know. Music is real special to people, I can’t spoil it.”

Ford knelt down next to Fiddleford’s chair. “You don’t have to play that song Fiddleford. You don’t have to play at all.”

Fiddleford looked anxiously between Ford and the family. It seemed the little boy had finally gotten his mother’s attention and was excitedly pointing toward the porch.

“I…” Fiddleford shook his head. “I can’t let the little ‘uns down. ‘Specially not those ones.” As he said this, he gestured with his chin towards the other end of the porch where Dipper and Mabel sat bickering in lawn chairs. Mabel had returned from her raccoon chase covered in twigs and holding a surprisingly docile raccoon. Dipper was leaning away from the pair while trying to convince Mabel to stop feeding it gummy worms before it developed a taste for human food and tried breaking into the Shack.

Ford's gaze drifted to the twins. "Alright," he relented. "But you still don't have to play Mabel's song."

Fiddleford bowed his head.

"Yet!" Ford offered. "Not yet. She'll understand I'm sure."

Fiddleford frowned, looking unconvinced.

"Of course not yet!" Stan interjected. "You can't go playing the grand finale right out of the gate! You gotta warm 'em up first, keep 'em wanting more." Stan slapped his hand on Fiddleford's back. "If you give 'em what they want right away, they won't come back! Hold that one off until tomorrow or...uh...next week. Tease it or something."

Stan had started rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand as he spoke, a tell Ford was quick to recognize. It was the same one he did when he would "begrudgingly" let Mabel choose the movie for movie night or let Dipper rope him into another game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Covering the most vulnerable part of his body while he let his emotions go soft.

Fiddleford seemed to perk up at Stan's words.

"Well," Fiddleford offered. "I do know some proper jugband music. Only, it don't have the same ring to it without a jug."

"We've got a jug!" Mabel cheered from the other side of the porch. It seemed the raccoon argument had reached enough of a truce that the twins were once again paying attention to the concert. "I used to keep pond water in it, it's in the kitchen!" She hopped off of her chair, lugging the racoon along with her like it was a rather expensive lap cat.

Dipper followed her. "Why did you have a jug of pond water?"

"Because, dummy, if I met a frog prince he would need something in the shack to remind him of home."

"Aren't you supposed to turn him into a person though?"

Whatever Mabel's retort was to be was cut off by the door swinging shut.

"There ya go," Stan grumbled. "You're getting your jug. Just in time too." He gestured toward the SUV. The mother was walking toward the Shack, one hand holding the baby, the other gripping tightly to the little boy's hand. The little boy gripped a few dollars in his fist, eyes alight with excitement.

Fiddleford looked frantic. "I can't sing and play the jug at the same time!" He gripped at his hat, pulling it down over his ears.

Ford sighed. "Then don't play the jug."

"It won't be the same!" Fiddleford shook his head. "A jugband without a jug that's...that's like a body with no heartbeat!"

The door swung open and Mabel emerged with an old ceramic jug.

"Here it is!" she exclaimed. "And it only sort of smells like pond scum."

"I don't think that will be necessary," Ford smiled gently. "It seems Fiddleford can't play both simultaneously."

Mabel frowned. "But it's a jugband. It's in the name!"

"How about we wait another day," Ford offered, patting Fiddleford awkwardly on the back. "Maybe someone in town will join you."

"Oh for Pete's sake, give it to me." Stan snatched the jug out Mabel's hand, sniffing at the top and giving a grimace.

Fiddleford stopped pulling at his hat, peeking out from under the brim. "You'll play?"

Stan grunted. "I'm not missing out on good money just because you have a case of the heebie jeebies. Besides, how hard can it be? It's like blowing on the top of a beer...er...I mean soda bottle."

Dipper crossed his arms. "Grunkle Stan, we know what beer is."

"Not from me you don't."

Mabel squealed. "It's happening! Grunkle Stan is learning an instrument!"

"It's not an instrument, Pumpkin. It's dishware."

"It's a scrapbookortunity!"

Mabel dashed into the house once more, leaving Dipper to grin at their Grunkle Stan.

The family was only a few yards away now. Fiddleford looked between Stan, Ford, and Dipper, and straightened up in his seat.

"Alright. Alright!" He clapped his hands together. "Stanley, you get down here with me, otherwise your feet are gonna get mighty sore from standing." He yanked at Stanley's hand until he sat beside the rocking chair with a grumble.

"Now when I tap my foot," Fiddleford instructed. "You blow on the jug. One short note at a time." Fiddleford tapped his foot in demonstration. "You got that?"

Stanley rolled his eyes. "Gee, I don't know. Seems pretty complicated for the guy without a PhD."

Mabel burst through the door, camera clutched in her hands. "Got it!"

"Excuse me?"

The little boy stood on the porch, approaching the banjo case with far more trepidation than before. Eyes darting between the assembly, he dropped a few dollars in the case.

"Is this enough to play a song?"

Fiddleford didn't bother looking at the money. He turned his gaze to Stanley, who shrugged and raised the jug to his lips.

Fiddleford grinned. "You know ‘Boodle Am Shake’?"

The little boy shook his head.

"Well you're about to!" And with that he was off.

By Fiddleford's standards, it wasn't a horribly complicated tune. Ford had heard him pluck out more complex riffs while waiting for the coffee pot in their dorm room to brew. But Fiddleford was smiling. His shoulders had dropped from around his ears, and he was nodding at the little boy to tap his feet along with him. Ford hid his smile behind his hands as he watched Stanley, eyes focused on Fiddleford's bare foot with as much attention as one would give to diffusing a bomb. Next to him, Mabel was snapping pictures of the pair. Dipper stood on his other side, wearing the small smile he tended to get when feeling introspective. Ford laid his hand on Dipper's shoulder, and Dipper leaned into the touch.

The mother was smiling at her little boy, her baby having finally stopped fussing. Maybe it wasn't the grand attraction Mabel had planned, but Ford thought it was worth far more than those few dollars anyway. Nothing could be worth more than his family standing around him, his closest friend singing again.

I know this song, it don't mean a doggone thing. Just do that good old Charleston swing. When you sing...

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Hannibal request!! Hannibal and the reader are going to an event (maybe the opera or dinner but definitely something fancy). the reader decided to wear a short dress with no panties and is teasing Hannibal all night and being bratty- then I imagine this going one of two ways, either Hannibal takes them home to punish them or shoves them in a coat closet or something to fuck them and is degrading the reader about being a slut and making everyone hear her moans.):):) okay that’s the requests if you write it thank youu💓💓

EEEEEEE YESSSSS (i hope you don’t mind i snuck a lil bit of Mr. Graham in there 🤭 and also yes they are married hee hee AND also yes i got carried away)

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As soon as you stepped out of the bedroom, Hannibal knew he was in for a long night.

He was taking you out to see Turandot, one of your favorite operas. It was the perfect excuse for both of you to dress up even more than usual, and your gown was one he hadn’t seen you wear before.

Not only did it have a plunging neckline, but a prominent slit on one side too, showing just a little too much of your thigh.

It was a pleasant surprise, sure, but it did worry him some. Especially considering he’d also invited Will to join you two for the show.

“Playing games tonight, are we?” He asked, adjusting the cuff of his shirt.

“Whatever could you mean?” You tilted your head in an attempt to seem innocently confused. “I just thought you’d appreciate having some arm candy this evening.”

You busied yourself by touching up your lipstick in front of the mirror as he looked you over. The fabric clung to you in a way that didn’t leave much to the imagination — all those curves and soft angles he’d memorized over time.

Hannibal didn’t mind showing you off, but he still had a possessive streak he could not deny. He knew well that you loved taking advantage of that by being rebellious, always eager to test just how far you could push him.

He inhaled deeply, immediately scenting that perfume you knew he liked. He also detected a sharp note of adrenaline, which told him you were more thrilled than you let on. He huffed in amusement, shaking his head.

He supposed he could leave it be for the time being, but he would have to be cautious. At the very least, the balcony at the opera house would be dark, should you decide to misbehave.

When you two met up with Will in the reception area, Hannibal did not miss the way his eyes wandered. Or how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“My, aren’t you a striking pair,” Will said, earning a smile from you. “I feel woefully underdressed now.”

You hummed, returning the favor of drinking him in. "That's never a problem in my eyes."

"I'm sure your husband agrees with that."

Hannibal merely smiled politely, but his jaw was clenched. More eyes strayed in your direction as the two men led you up the stairs and toward your balcony. You basked in the attention, especially because it made Hannibal keep his hand on the small of your back.

Will slid onto his seat first, and before you could even try, Hannibal scurried in after him. He offered his hand to help you sit, pointedly keeping eye contact with you. You offered him your most charming grin, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly.

The lights soon dimmed, and the orchestral notes of the first act subsequently filled the cavernous room. The rising voices of the choir reverberated all the way to your bones, and you let them carry you away for a moment, closing your eyes.

Hannibal eyed the column of your throat as your head slightly tipped back, enraptured by the performance. His gaze dipper lower, seeing that your fingers were splayed over your sternum to feel the thrum beneath.

As the first song came to an end, you clapped uproariously along with the rest of the crowd. For a while after, you simply watched, forgetting all the mischief you had planned. Or so it seemed, at least.

Then, you re-crossed your legs, making a point of leaning just a little closer to him, and the slit of your gown widened. Hannibal couldn't help himself, his fingers ghosting past your knee and trailing upwards. When he couldn't feel the hem of your panties, he realized you weren't wearing any. That earned you a pinch on the hip, hard enough to bruise.

You pretended to be none the wiser -- despite the fact that your slightly upturned lips gave you away -- folding up your opera glasses.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room," you murmured, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his hand.

Before you could get up, he leaned in close, grasping your forearm.

"Try not to get lost," he said, his breath hot in your ear. "Or else I'll have to come find you."

This time, your smile had a lupine quality. "Is that a promise?"

He did not respond, instead releasing you. You felt his burning gaze on you as you left, your heart frantically racing.

It only took him a couple of minutes to keep his word. You could vaguely hear the last song of the first act as he ushered you toward the coat closet.

There, away from prying eyes, he wasted no time, pinning you against the wall among a sea of fur coats.

“You did always like putting on a show, didn’t you?” he said, making you gasp with a particularly hard thrust.

"I think we can both agree I can captivate a-an audience…”

“Oh, and how I wish they could see you now, rightfully claimed.” He smirked, bringing a hand to your neck. “Go on, let them hear you. Isn’t that what you wanted all along?”

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[aliensubstance-011]

BMU Stan AU Part 2

Grunkle Fidds is a lot like Grunkle Ford, but a lot more dangerous in a mechanical sense than in a paranormal sense- a lot of places for the kids to get their little fingers trapped! He encourages the kids to tinker and learn, even on their summer break, and really connects with Dipper! (He does notice how much Dipper must remind Stan of his brother- he can't miss how his husband looks at his nephew). They play DDMD with each other (and sometimes bully ‘read: ask nicely’ Stan into playing too) 

Grunkle Fidds is a little like Grunkle Ford in his relationship with Dipper- they both play DDMD, they’re both incredibly smart, and Fiddleford sees that same lack of confidence that he used to have in the boy. He also finds it deeply endearing just how similar he is to Stan in the way he loves people- fiercely and protectively, above all else- even if they have few other similarities. He does try to keep Dipper away from Stan at times, as he can see how much Dipper makes Stan ache for his brother (mainly when Stan is already upset)

Grunkle Fidds with Mabel is a whole other story- they both go crazy. Fiddleford has a little bit of southern insanity in him, and Mabel is, well, Mabel. They gossip over boys (and Fidds grosses her out by swooning over Stan), he builds her little devices and helps her with the electronics she knits into her sweaters! He is very happy to encourage her doing make-up on him & Stan, dressing up with her, spending time with her and her friends. 

Fiddleford keeps the biggest eye on the kids’ safety, out of him & Stan, making sure they’re careful and patched up if they do get hurt. Stan is a little more liberal about their safety- look how he was as a kid, and he turned out just fine! Though he does spend 90% of his time worrying about them, he’s very good at not letting it show and ‘toughening them up’... which he completely fails at as soon as they’re actually hurt. One teary-eyed ‘Grunkle Staaaannn’ and he’s over by them in seconds. Got distracted what was I talking about. 

OH, paranormal adventures- now, in this AU, the journals don’t exist- but Dipper’s fascination with the paranormal does, so he starts doing research of his own! This prompts both Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Fidds to join the twins on many different adventures- to keep them safe and mostly out of trouble. At first Stan tries avoiding talking about the paranormal altogether, while Fidds denies its existence, until they both can’t deny it anymore.

[prettyinpwn]

Did Shermie ever argue with Filbrick about his decision to kick Stan out of the house? I mean, even though he was mad at Stan for ruining the Ford's project, I doubt he was happy about the news that his seventeen-year-old brother had become homeless and living in his own car.

Yeah, in my headcanon, I think Shermie - even if he was mad at Stan for breaking Ford's project and even if he did get a biased story about what happened - he still loved Stan since they're brothers. He definitely would have thought kicking Stan out was too far, hence why I think he tried to find Stan in Stan's grifter/drifting years after he got out of the military. But then when he found out Stan was conning people, the multiple identities, fleeing from state to state, getting involved with crime, etc... well, to him, I think it might have proved that maybe Stan really was beyond redemption. Especially if Shermie is as straight-laced as I personally headcanon him as.

I think that's why no one in the family came to Stan's "funeral" except their mother. Filbrick probably said good riddance, Ford was missing in the Multiverse, etc. Caryn went because she probably understood the situation more from Stan's perspective. She probably also felt guilty as hell for letting her husband just toss Stan out, maybe thinking, "If I'd just tried to stop Filbrick, maybe Stan wouldn't have been on the streets, and he wouldn't have turned to crime, and then he wouldn't have ended up dead so young...". Like she felt she was responsible, in a way, but she couldn't have invited Stan home because Filbrick would have said no, probably.

Back to Shermie, I think he probably just... gave up on Stan. Although, there probably was always a part of him that wondered, knowing that his father had a temper and tended to blame Stan for everything, and he probably knew Ford was a tiny bit biased because Ford believed that Stan ruined his future. But then Shermie probably got swept into his own life with a wife and kids, so just... let Stan go, hoping he'd get better and come back, but no. He ended up, effectively, "dead" to the other Pines.

I mean, imagine you have a brother your father always said was a coattail-riding loser. Then, he breaks your other brother's chances at a fancy college. Okay, oops, mighta been an accident. Then you follow his trail and find out he's become a conman getting involved with drugs and crime and who knows what else. You'd probably give up and think he's a lost cause. That maybe your other brother and father are kind of right about him being just a lost cause screw-up. Maybe you even feel betrayed yourself, wondering how your "screw-up" brother could do things that horrible, wondering how you ever believed in the good in him.

It's okay, though, because after Gravity Falls, I assume the Stans and Dipper and Mabel tell him and everyone else in the family the truth. Imagine that family reunion...

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 7: "You know what you did!"

Dipper POV

There he is. My whole reason for breathing......fuck he looks just how I imagine. His skin is dark and tan, his hair golden with a mixture of brown, his body...tone and shaped, God his lips...and his one eye. I chuckle at the eye patch over his left eye. I begin walking towards Bill but stop mid step.

"Dipper no! Stay away from him!" I hear grunkle Ford shout.

I roll my eyes, turning around to meet his disapproving glare. I chuckle. "Of course, my joy has to be ruined by Mr. Killjoy himself." I joke.

Bill laughs and holds a thumbs up while spinning his cane with his free hand. "Good one, pinetree!"

I glance at Bill, smiling brightly for once. "Thank you, Bill. I learn from the best." I wink.

"D-Dipper....how could you?...D-Did you really kill Pacifica?"

"And Robbie?! Dipper, why would you kill my husband?!"

Bill and I both burst into fits of laughter. "Wow, redhead, you're more stupid than I thought! But what can you expect from a meatsack like you?"

My laughter calms as I look at the two hysterical women. "My my Wendy. Robbie must have fucked a few of your brain cells out. He was cheating on you. And with Tembry. I still have no idea how you miss that one." I chuckle.

Wendy shakes her head in disbelief. "Robbie would not cheat on me!"

I roll my eyes and look at Bill. "Mind showing her some proof then."

"Sure, pinetree!" Bill said as a hologram screen appears on the ground in front of everyone.

It showed Robbie making out with Tembry. I smirk, noticing myself behind the tree near them. "Ah yes... here's my favorite part." I said while watching myself kill them.

Mable and Wendy are sobbing messes while Stan and Ford stand in disbelief. I can't help but laugh at this beautiful sight of misery.

Mable starts walking towards me, but both Stan and Ford stop her. "Wh-why Dipper?! Why would you do something like this?! You're my brother! We're supposed to always be there for each other! How could you betray your family like this?! H-How could you betray me like this?!"

My bright smile quickly turns into a dark frown. Bill senses the anger rolling off of me in waves. He places a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down, but I shrug him off. Bill sighs, "You've done it now shooting star." He said while taking a few steps back from me.

"How could I? Supposed to always be there for each other?! That's rich coming from you, you know that?! Ever since we left gravity falls and gotten into high school, you completely changed! Your friends were more important! Boys that would always treat you like shit were more important! You would always get upset with me whenever I tried to protect you! And that day....oh God that day....I will never forgive you. You let him take me. Y-you let him do those things to me! You let him harass me! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME MABLE!" I place my hands on my face as my body begins to tremble. "I-If it wasn't for Bill....he would've raped me. Hehe...but its fine! It's all perfect! Because I killed him. Oooooooooooooh, the sound of his screams. The way he begged! You should've seen it, Mable! I bet you wouldn't want to be with him after knowing how much of a coward he was!" I laugh. "You've always been mom and dad's favorite, you know? I did everything I could to get them to notice how great of a son they had. Never failed a test. Passed all of my classes. Straight A's.....and yet...they couldn't look past the fact that their only son didn't like spots, never had a girlfriend, and to top it all off! -is gay. But it's whatever. I killed them, too."

Mable mouth dropped in shock. "Y-you....you what?" She whispers, barely audible to hear.

"Huh? What was that? You're normally loud and cheerful, Mable....I wonder where all of that went." I chuckle darkly. "Besides, you're useless to me. I don't need you, Mable. All I need is Bill... he's all I ever needed." I smile widely as I pull out my pistol and aim it at her. "I want you to deny everything I said... go ahead. Do it. Lie to them. Lie to the only friends and family you have left! Please do it...I've been dying to get your blood on my hands...."

Stan, Ford, and Wendy quickly stand in front of Mable protectively, and I laugh. "Oh, how could I almost forget?! You're their favorite, too! You've always been everyone's favorite! I'll kill you...I'll kill each and every one of you..."

Bill steps in between everyone with a smile. "now now as much as I'm enjoying this little show, these meatsacks could be of some use to us pinetree. Especially sixxter over there." He leans to whisper in my ear. "You forgot the rift pinetree. And the equation." He points out.

I look at him and sigh loudly. "Right....The two key components..." I put my pistol back inside my bag and pick it up. "Let's go, Bill." I said, turning my back to everyone.

"D-Dipper!....please I'm sorry!" Mable cries.

I turn my head. "I think you're a little late for that. Burn in hell with the rest of them." I said as Bill places a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, that was a great show, but it's time for us to go! Remember, reality is an illusion. The universe is a hologram. Buy gold, bye!!" And with that, the two of us disappear into my secret place within the forest.

I sigh heavily, walking towards the first tree I see. I drop my bag to the ground as I begin punching it. My knuckles are now bloody, but I don't care. Any physical pain is better than the storm inside my mind and heart. "Stupid... stupid stupid...STUPID-"

I'm interrupted by Bill. He grabs my hands and turns me around so that I'm facing him. "Whoa there! As much as I enjoy the sight of pain and suffering,...witnessing yours is a bit...dull??" He said as if questioning his own emotions.

I roll my eyes and pull away from him. "Jee, thanks for your kind words, Bill."

"Why are you mad at me? I can't help that I find your pain a little.... boring? What words do you meatsacks use?....uughhhh!" He groans in frustration.

"Since you're struggling with using words, use actions, Bill. You're a idiot sometimes." I said while staring down at my blood knuckles.

Bill frowns and gently grabs my hands. He pulls them up to his face and slowly licks the blood from my knuckles. "Enough action for you, pinetree?" He chuckles.

My face quickly heats up with blush as I open my mouth, trying to speak, but no words come out. I can't help but watch him....and get a little turned on.

Bill stops and snaps his fingers, making bandages appear around my wounds. He smiles wickedly and spins around on his cane. "So pinetree! Any plans on how we're going to get the rift?"

I shake my head to rid myself out of my daze. I cough to clear my throat, looking away from him. "Simple. We trick Mable again."

"Tricking shooting star for the second time? How are we going to do that?" He questions with a playful frown.

I smile, sitting down on the flower filled ground. I pull out my journal and point to the instructions. "Mable is completely heartbroken. She'll do anything to get her old life back. Simply offer Mable land again, but this time, offer her to see the loved ones I killed."

"Not bad, pinetree, not bad at all!" He cheers.

"Of course, it's not a bad plan. I thought of it. So once you take control over Mable's body, you use this code to get into Ford's lab. It's located on the far end to the right. It isn't hard to miss. We need to hurry. And if things go south, I have a backup plan."

"Which is my nerdy pinetree?"

"I remember when I almost got myself killed by clones of well... myself when I was twelve.....I rather not tell you why I-"

"It was for the red head, wasn't it?" He questions with shock in his tone, which he's faking.

I glare at him. "Shut it. I was stupid. Anyways, I could clone myself and create a distraction for Mable and everyone else. I'm sure Ford had left over unicorn hair from the first time. And if he already placed it around the shack, then you might not be able to go inside. Even with being inside Mable's body. The spell blocks out magic of any kind, so..." I said while reading over the plans I had set for years now.

Bill loses his balance from standing on top of his cane and falls on top of me. He looks at me with a devilish smirk, leaning to close to my face. "My bad pinetree. I'm still getting used to this form."

I blush heavily, looking away from me. "I-Its fine, just get off s-so we can discuss more plans....." I said harshly.

"Enough about these plans! We're going to get the rift, but not right now. Let's do something fun first."

I raise an eyebrow. You never know with Bill when it comes to his definition of 'fun'. "Uh....what kind of fun?"

He leans in closer to my lips. "I want to...try what Those meatsacks were doing in the woods, you know... before you killed them."

My eyes widen as I shake my head. "N-not now, Bill! As much as I want to...w-we can't. We have important th-things to do-....mmmm!.....mhhmmm~"

Bill cuts me off with his sweet, plum lips. He pulls away, still itches from my lips. "You think too much. Think a little less. I do it all the time, and I turned out fine!"

I look at him blankly. "I doubt that -....aahh~" I moan as Bill creases my half harden length over my clothes.

"Such sass...and a smart mouth." He hums, sliding his tongue into my mouth and sworls it around mine.

I whimper as I move my hips, wanting more friction with his hand. He bites my bottom lip, holding my waist in place. "I decided when you're allowed to move." He growls with his teeth tugging at my bottom lip.

I moan as a response, and he smiles, sliding his tongue back into my mouth. His taste is so sweet...for a murdering dream demon. I wrap my tongue around his, feeling him pin my arms above my head. He pulls away, giving me air to breathe.

"B-Bill...." I whine, wanting so badly to move my hips against his.

"Yes, pinetree?" He hums against my neck before biting down, sucking against my skin.

"Aaahhhh~ bill... I want you..." I beg, moaning at the feeling of his lips against my neck.

"You already have me." He whispers into my ear, using his free hand to rub against my newly formed hickey. "Now everyone will know that you belong to me. Understood?" He said before biting and fanning his breath into my ear.

I whimper, nodding my head. "Yes, Bill.."

He pulls away, jumping up to his feet with a smile. He holds his hand out, his cane floating to him. He grabs it, leaning forward with his hands. "Now.....what was that plan again?" He asks innocently with a playful smirk.

I sit up with a frown, blush covering my whole face. I glare at him, kicking his cane out of his hands, enjoying him falling flat on his face. I stand up and kick him over, placing my foot on his chest.

"Bill...if you ever tease me like that again, I swear I'll -"

"You'll what pinetree?" He mocks, his smirk taunting me.

I lean down, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him itches away from my face. "I'll make you regret placing that mark on me. I know everything about you Bill....do you seriously want to take my words lightly? I don't make threats. I deliver promises."

He yelps and quickly nods his head. "Ok, ok! No more teasing."

"Now that's a good little dream, demon." I said before kissing his forehead, letting go of his tie and throwing him back to the ground. "Enough time wasting. Let's go give our final goodbyes to 'the pines family'."

[animation-recaps-by-sean]

Gravity Falls beyond the Woods Chapter 12

Dipper and Wendy deal with the fall out of their missing kids, while the kids find themselves caught in a war of paranormal beings. 

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The hot water ran down Wendy’s body. She should properly get out lest her husband think she’d drowned. Her kids, she lost her kids. She shut off the water and dried herself with a towel. She tugged on her jeans and buttoned up her flannel. When she walked back into the room her husband was on the phone.

“That was Ford,” Dipper told her after hanging up. “He and Stan are on their way. How are you holding up?”

At the far end of their hotel room, there was a sliding glass door with a balcony. Wendy walked out on to it. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this scared. Not in the bunker, not during weirdmaggedon. Dipper, what if we never see them again?”

Dipper followed her out there. He wrapped his arms around her and leaned his head against her shoulder. “Don’t say that. Don’t even think it. Rose and Ty can take care of themselves. They’re tough. Like their mom.” Wendy placed her hand on his, and they stood there for a minute. When they went back inside Dipper asked. “Did your mom ever talk about spells or fairies? Even if it seemed like bedtime stories at the time?”

Wendy’s expression darkened with anger. “Dipper, please don’t tell me you think my mom might have been magic.”

“Look, I understand you have feelings about your mom, but I’ve seen too much stuff to dismiss it out of hand.”

“Look, my mom was just a shitty lady who ditched us, nothing more.”

Dipper sighed. “Wendy, she had a cursed bracelet that summoned the faire.”

“That doesn’t mean anything! She probably just bought them in a garage sale or something. What about those magic wax statues that Stan bought? Did that mean he was a master of magic wax?”

“He was building a stargate in his basement!”

“But that had nothing to do with the magic wax!”

Dipper felt he should deescalate the situation. “Look, we’re tired and frustrated. We’re not gonna help the kids like this. Let’s try to get some rest before Stan and Ford arrive tomorrow.”

They both climb into the bed. Neither of them got any sleep.

Meanwhile their daughter was trying to find a way to save her and her friends. Rose was shaking the bars to see if she could get anything loose. Even her Corduroy strength couldn’t move the bars and that was saying something. Her brother was on the other end of the cell, looking at the wall.

“Hey Rose?” Ty shouted out.

“Kinda busy here,” Rose grunted as she pushed against the bars fruitlessly.

“Do these grooves in the wall kinda look like a face?”

Rose turned around and walked over to her brother. “I guess, but we have other things to worry about.”

“But considering where we are, maybe it’s an actual face?”

"You kids know the sad tale of King Arthur right?" They all turned around to see Puck, about the size of a human adult, leaning against the bars.

Rose thought about everything she ever read about fairy lore, which wasn’t much. “Robin Goodfellow?”

"No, no, no. Puck is a title to those who serve the royal family directly. I’m a new Puck. Robin died a long time ago.” Her eyes grew sad. “Not like the Once and Future King. Stabbed to near death by his own nephew, he was brought here on the promise of healing and was put in a deep sleep. You see, the queen wished to have a human leader in her debt. But with the queen's attention what it is, she missed most of English history and poof, the monarchy was reduced to a bunch of mascots."

"What does this have to do with our cell?"

"Well with nothing to do with the sleeping king, her majesty decided to put him to use redecorating."

The stone face eyes flew open, revealing the terrified eyes of the once great king. At that moment the whole place shook. The kids screeched, Ashley picked up Stanley.

Puck looked up. "They're here," the faire hissed. As the fairy flew up. The room shook so hard the bars fell out. The kids looked at each other and scrambled out. When they made their way out to the clearing, the kids saw metal death machines raining fire down on the fairies.

"What the heck are these?" Ashley shouted.

Rose turned to her brother. "We've seen these before!"

Ty was less sure. "We have?"

"Yeah, in Dad's old journal. It's those alien robot things."

Ashley was having a time. "Wait, so not only are fairies real, but so are aliens."

"Yeah, Gravity Falls was built on a crashed UFO. And these things are left over from it. Don't worry, their sensors are only designed to pick up fear. Watch."

Rose stepped forward and firmly planted her feet onto the ground. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her thoughts. 'No fear. No fear.' She thought to herself. She did it, she was calm. She stared down the metallic beast… and a large claw reached out and grabbed her.

"Aaaaaaagh," She screamed flailing about. "No fear! No fear!"

Puck, now about the size of a butterfly, appeared on her shoulder. "They've been reprogrammed." Her tone was dull. She was looking at her fingernails too.

"How?" Was all Rose's lungs could get out.

"Some fool we call the Homunculus. Nasty piece of work. Wants to rule all magical creatures. All hulled up in that starship buried in the mortal realm."

Rose angrily slammed her fist against the claw that was holding her. “Can’t you do anything about this?”

“Well, we’re trying. But these beasts are made of steel. While not pure iron, which burns us if we touch it and is immune to our magic, it still hurts to touch and our magic is weak against it.”

“Peachy,” Rose said through gritted teeth. Think, think, think! Her heart was thumping. She was definitely afraid again. The claw tightened against her body. She could hear Tyrone, Ashley, and Stanley screaming below her. She was going to die. She was going to-

The bracelet on her wrist started to glow. With a flash, Rose was holding a sword. It was a long and elegant rapier like the ones she uses in fencing. Although this one seemed much sharper. The guard was adorned with amethysts much like her bracelet.

Shocked, Rose dropped the sword but reached out while it fell. With a flash it was back in her. A quick slash showed Rose it was much, much sharper than it looked. It sliced through the steel like butter. The robot started to explode and Rose started to fall.

"Aaaaaah!" She shouted as she plunged to her death. But before she splat, she landed on another robot shooting flames at several fairies. She sliced that one in two and fell on her butt. This one was closer to the ground.

The robots started to notice the girl destroying them and another came for her firing bullets. Rose screamed again, running serpentine to avoid them. She spun around and stabbed the machine as it came close enough. When her new sword pierced it, it started to spark.

After the last explosion, the rest fled. Ty ran to his sister. "Rose what the hell was that?"

Ashley wasn't far beyond. "Yeah that was something." Little Stanley was vibrating with excitement.

The fairy queen and Puck hovered over the humans. "So that's where Excalibur went," Puck mused. The Queen shushed her.

She turned her attention to Rose. "It seems my dear human, that the bracelet that adorns your body was forged from the broken pieces of Excalibur; it was shattered during the King's final battle. I kept the pieces for sometime but they were stolen from me a long time ago."

Rose looked at the sword. "Excalibur was a rapier?"

"No," Puck explained. "The sword is enchanted. It takes the form best suited to its wielder. Had your mother gotten the bracelet, it would have taken the form of an ax."

Titantia smiled. "Perhaps we can help each other. With Excalibur reawakened, surely its wielder can defeat the Homunculus. Puck tells me you found the bracelet looking for your missing grandmother, yes?”

“How did she-?”

“It is Puck's job to keep an eye out on the happenings in the human land. And she tells me your mother’s maiden name is Corduroy. Is this true?”

“Y-yes.”

The Queen smiled a toothy grin. “Well it just so happens I have this.” She pulled out a cylinder with Mrs. Corduroy written on it. “A while ago, I…purchased this from a man in a red robe.”

Rose eyes grew with excitement. Ashley, on the other hand, was very confused. “What is that thing?” She whispered to Tyrone.

“A memory. Back before the ‘Never Mind All That Law’, the supernatural creatures were hidden by a cult called the Society of the Blind Eye. They erased the town memories repeatedly until our parents and your mom realized that it was giving the whole town brain damage.”

“That…makes sense.”

Queen Titantia spun the tube around her fingers. “I never got around to watching the memories on here, but you might find the subject more interesting. So how about it? Slay my enemy, and I’ll give your grandmother’s secrets. Deal?”

“Deal.”

[itsthemysterykids]

Can we get more Mystery (Addams) Family?

Coraline Mystery is an eccentric, loud, crazy rich lady while her husband is more quiet and elegant

Lili and Neil were adopted while Coraline and Wybie were on a date in the cemetery

They heard them crying in a box next to a gravestone, one thing lead to another, now they’re parents

Dipper and Mabel are family friends who are living with them because they’re wanted fugitives in a couple of countries

Just supernatural-related stuff, no big deal

Coraline always wears red and black suits

The family dines like normal rich people- Fancy chandeliers, super long table, fancy-looking utensils, sit in old electric chairs

Coraline and Wybie are weirded out by normal people

Wybie: Coraline, love, that child is smiling at me.

Coraline: Ghastly. Look away, dear.

Norman is their undead butler who may or may not have a crush on Dipper

The family HATES anything happy, sunshine, rainbows, a ton of color

Lili and Neil were invited to a Princess themed party and Coraline nearly called the police for such an ‘inappropriate theme’

Lili and Neil are not ashamed of their dramatic parents

Coraline and Wybie are VERY involved in their kids’ academics, always attend parent-teacher and PTA meetings at school

*The principal calls Wybie, sounding a little disturbed too, saying Lili is in his office*

Wybie: What could my little bat have possibly done? *Gasps* Did she make someone smile?

Principal: … Your daughter got into a fight with another student!

Wybie: *Grins* Did she win?

Principal: Sir, she punched Razputin Aquato in the face.

Wybie: Lili, I told you, go for the eye.

They constantly make out during PTA meetings, much to the disgust of the other parents

Once, Lili had to do a book report on a fairytale about a knight who slayed a dragon… and you can imagine how livid Coraline and Wybie were when their daughter came home crying about how a knight in shining armor killed a poor, defenseless dragon

Lili: Mother, it was terrible, they killed him!

Coraline: Mr. Hilliard?

Lili: The dragon!

Coraline: *visibly shocked* What dragon?! Who killed the dragon?

Lili: A knight in shining armor! He killed the dragon!

Coraline: I can't believe anyone would kill a dragon!

Wybie: That poor defenseless dragon.

Mabel is always cursing people she doesn’t like… And people she does like. Feelings are weird

Dipper likes to plant mines everywhere, in the house, the streets, schools, hospitals

He also owns an expansive weapons collection

Raz is their next door neighbor, a normal boy who wants some excitement in his life… That’s when he meets the Mysteries

Lili invites him over and already, he’s freaked out… And loving every minute of it

Neil is often Lili’s target for shooting practice

Lili: I’ve missed you, Neil. *Points a gun at his head* But my aim is getting much better.

Norman plays the organ beautifully and it even catches Dipper’s attention as he plays the death march.

Halloween is their Christmas

As a family, they summon spirits together

[sasarahsunshine]

Pet anon again and I'm going to take you up on your offer because today was the day and I just lost my best friend of 13 years. He's the only one who knows almost everything I have gone through and in less than 10 seconds he was taken from me. The sunset was so lovely to like it was just for him. I just feel numb now and everything is just so quiet. It doesn't feel real. I feel like I should be able to go into the other room and find him snoring in his bed but that's not true. I have to live the rest of my life without him there and it hurts so badly. He was my baby boy and now he's dead, I don't even know when I'll get his ashes back. The vet gave me treats to give him as he went and I haven't been able to let go of the ones he didn't get. When I got home he wasn't barking at the gate and the carpet is still littered with his fur. My other dog doesn't want to eat because she always ate after him and I'm sorry I'm telling you all this I just don't know what to do, I feel hollow and like this isn't real.

TW: Pet Death, Pet Loss, Depression

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I'm so sorry, honey. I wish I could give you a hug :'c And don't be sorry for telling me; sometimes you just need to get your grief out somehow, even if it's through words on a screen.

It's so hard when you lose a pet, cause they aren't just a pet, they're your family. I lost my furbaby, Dipper, on Christmas Eve--just a couple months ago--and I still feel the hole he left behind in my life every single day. When the doorbell rings and it's met with silence instead of his barking, or when I'm cleaning and find an old toy of his and he doesn't come running to take it away from me so he can hide it again... I feel so empty.

But I can promise you, it does get easier. Thankfully I have a wonderful therapist who I see once a week, and for the first 3 weeks of January (I didn't see her until the new year), our sessions were only about Dipper. The first one, I cried (and she cried), and I just talked about my guilt and my sadness at the loss. The second, I told stories about him until I laughed (and then cried). And the third, we talked about him some more, until I realized that I hadn't cried in a couple of days when I thought about him.

It's still hard, and I miss him so much. I met him when he was 3 days old, a tiny little burnt potato who stole my heart from the very moment I laid eyes on him. I brought him home at 8 weeks old, and he passed away at 5 1/2 years old. He was my smiley, happy boy, and he saved me from myself more than once.

Everyone grieves differently. For example, because I was able to talk to my therapist, share about him with my friends and family, and cried until I couldn't anymore, I feel better now. I can safely say that I know he knew I loved him, and he'll be waiting for me on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge alongside the pets I loved as a child.

We got his ashes almost 3 weeks after we said goodbye to him, and they sit on top of my dresser alongside a framed photo of him. I talk to it sometimes (to some people, that might be weird, but I don't care), and I tell him about the new puppy we're going to be getting in April (who was born exactly a month after Dipper passed, so we like to think Dipper picked him out for us). To some people, we might be moving on too quickly, but like I said: everyone grieves differently. I know that I'm not replacing Dipper--nothing can replace him. But I also know that the overwhelming emotions and love that I have in my heart for animals should be given to a pup who needs a home, and I miss having a dog in the house.

My husband is taking a longer time to grieve, mostly because he doesn't like talking about it. He still misses Dipper dearly, and when he's feeling overwhelmed, he comes to me and we share stories and pictures and videos, until he cries and I hold him and then we go to bed.

In time, your pain will fade into the background, and when you think of your pet you won't cry, but you'll smile. Right now, I know it doesn't feel that way, but trust that time does heal all wounds.

I'll post some photos of Dipper under the cut, for anyone who might wanna see them. And Anon, I love you <3 You can always vent in my askbox, okay?

Miss you buddy <3

[evabellasworld]

Storm of the Republic

Chapter 28

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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Bulldozing through the jungle, an Imperial officer was seated on the transport, recording a list of crates inside the inventory. There were 6 crates of Angel’s Heart that were collected from the mines, and he had to make sure that everything was accounted for. The last thing he wanted was his superior giving him a demerit for his performance at work, or worse.

The Empire isn’t like the Republic. Everything has to be in order, otherwise, he would have to pay the price for his failure. As harsh as they are, the officer thought the Imperial is more organised and fair, unlike the previous administration. Back then, Aaron was stuck as a clerk for 27 years. He hoped that his last boss would notice all the effort he had contributed, but that didn’t happen.

Instead, his deserved position was given to the boss’s son, leaving him disappointed. Most of his friends also had a higher position than him. While they were enjoying life with a higher salary, Aaron had to get by with his husband and two daughters back home. He always dreamed about pampering them with whatever they want, but that only happened once a year.

After this, I’m going to treat them to a steakhouse tonight, he smiled to himself, as he peeked through the Angel’s Heart. And I can finally get the makeup palette Lia has been saving up for months.

The soft pink crystal was shaped exactly like a heart, reminding him of Valentine’s day. It was common for Aaron to see the Angel’s Heart crystal in a fancy jewellery store, but he wasn’t sure why the Empire would want a huge crate of them. To him, they were just there for the pleasure of the eye. There’s no healing properties from the Angel’s Heart at all.

I hope everything goes smoothly this time. The last time I transported these to HQ, we had to deal with raiders.

Unfortunately, that was only a dream. Before Aaron could sit down, the transport braked abruptly, causing him to fall on the metallic floor. “Ouch,” he yelped, as he got up and rubbed the side of his face. “What’s going on up there?”

“Sir, we have a pregnant woman crossing the street,” the B1 battle droid reported to him. “Should we fire, sir?”

Aaron shook his head. “No, don’t open fire. I’ll see what I can do for her.”

As he stepped out of the vehicle, Aaron saw a dark-skinned woman strutting in front of him, cradling her baby bump with one hand and carrying a sack with the other. With a tattered hood, he noticed her feet were adorned with worn-out slippers, prompting him to approach her gently. “Excuse me, but do you need help?”

Odd Eye widened her eyes as she turned towards the Imperial officer, realizing that she was dealing with someone who was flesh and blood. “Thank you for your kindness, but I can handle it myself.”

“I can help you,” he insisted, keeping a safe distance from her. “You’re pregnant and you look like you’re struggling to walk.”

“Are you sure about that, sir?” her voice shook, hiding her hands behind her. “I’m sure you have a lot of things to worry about right now.”

Aaron shook his head as he offered his hand. “Don’t worry about me, miss. I’ll be alright, I promise.”

With a hint of hesitation on her face, Odd Eye took a deep breath and held his hand as they crossed the muddy road together. He was kind, just like Erhan.

She never expected that an officer who worked for their enemy was helping her. She wondered if he was happy with his current job, given that the Imperial didn’t treat anyone with kindness and compassion. Her shoulders slumped as she thought about his fate in Imperial’s grasp.

“Thank you for your help,” said Odd Eye, as they reached the other side of the road. “You’re too kind, sir.”

“No worries miss, I’m glad to help,” Aaron gave her a warm smile. “Though I don’t mean to pry, but are you currently living with your partner?”

She frowned, her head hanging low. “He’s not here anymore.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied. “I’m sure he was a great man.”

“He was a decent man,” Odd Eye sat down, nestling her bump. “My partner was overjoyed by the news. It was too bad he would never get to meet his son.”

He nodded, pressing his lips together. “I bet you miss him very much. It must be painful to carry your baby all by yourself. I mean, I can’t imagine being separated from my husband and my two kids. It’s the saddest thing you could experience in life.”

“You have a family back home?” she looked at him, forcing a smile. “Are you close with them?”

“They’re the joy of my life. My family is the reason I’m still here, even if life turned gloomy. We always have each other’s back, no matter what.”

Odd Eye bobbed her head silently as she noticed Boil, Faven, and Hyewon infiltrating an Imperial Troop Transport, taking down the droids without a single sound, along with Thire and Stone taking on the second vehicle. Thire and Stone assisted the three of them, giving them a thumbs up.

They seem to understand the assignment. I'm impressed.

She then shifted her focus towards Aaron, who was showing her a picture of his family, which was taken in a professional studio. “Lia is my oldest child. We adopted her from a foster home when she was 2 years old. She likes makeup and fashion, and she wanted to be a stylist after she graduated from trade school.”

“That’s cool. What about your other daughter? What does she like to do?”

“Mika loves to sew dolls in her free time, especially creepy dolls. She likes them very much, even though it scares me from time-to-time.”

Odd Eye chuckled, watching Nygma pulling out a droid’s head from its sockets. “Well, it’s good she enjoyed her hobby. I would kill to make myself a doll like her too.”

“You have no idea what she’s capable of,” Aaron gleamed, as Odd Eye signalled Tarot and Draco to take on the first transport, without the officer paying attention at all. “She loves horror movies a lot. She doesn’t even flinch whenever she sees blood. It’s pretty creepy, if you ask me.”

“I see a bright future for your daughters, sir,” she praised, as she glanced at Cody stabbing a droid with a knife. “I have faith that they will thrive in the future. Say, may I know your name? You seem like an interesting person.”

“Aaron, my name is Aaron Koo,” the officer introduced himself, not knowing that Obi-Wan had slashed the enemy with a lightsaber. “What about you, miss? What is your name?”

Before Odd Eye could answer him, Aaron heard the blaster clicking behind him, causing him to turn around with his hands up. “Surrender, Imperial scum,” ordered Cody, pointing his weapon at his face.

“Take it easy, Codes,” Odd Eye stood up, holding out her hands. “He doesn’t mean any harm. He’s only doing his job, that’s all.”

“You heard the lady, trooper,” Aaron gestured towards Cody. “Drop your weapons. No one is getting hurt here.”

Reluctantly, Cody lowered his blaster as Obi-Wan and Mina approached them, putting down their weapons. “You’ll be safe with us, officer,” reassured Obi-Wan, before turning to Odd Eye. “You did a splendid job, commander. Well done.”

Aaron froze as he stared at Odd Eye. “You were going to kill me? After what I’ve done for you?”

“I’m sorry, Aaron, but you have a good heart, and I didn’t want to hurt you at all.”

“Please don’t do this,” he begged, dropping to his knees. “I still haven’t told you about my husband. I don’t want to die without saying goodbye to him. I love him so much. You would understand, miss, considering you’ve lost your partner without any closure.”

He’s right, thought Odd Eye.

“You’ll be safe with us, officer,” the Jedi kneeled towards him. “You have my words. We won’t let anything happen to you and your family.”

Aaron could only stand up with his arms behind his head as he saw Thire stepped out of the transport. “We have successfully taken over all the vehicles, general,” the Coruscant guard reported. “Permission we proceed with our next plan?”

“Granted, commander,” Obi-Wan approved. “Let General Gomez and General Almarez-Guttierez our status report.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

[florenceandthemachine]

in which i still do not know how to answer an ask without publishing it too soon

@maysgrant  asked:

since im in astronaut au mode, what about a soft fic about eddie going stargazing ?

please enjoy this short mess feat soft dad eddie with minimal stargazing bc i can’t stick to a prompt to save my life.

(fun fact—a few years back I applied for a job with nasa and made it past the screening and the exam all the way to the interview round but the interviewer scheduled me in the wrong time zone so I missed the interview completely and cried for two days! anyway I love space very much and love your astronaut au and also love you ok onward)

“What’s that one?”

“Mmmm, that one is… Cassiopeia, the Queen.”

As much as Eddie loved Los Angeles, as much as he loved the city, as much as Eddie loved his life with Chris, and Buck, and the 118, sometimes he longed for El Paso.

Sometimes he longed for clean, dry air, for cool desert rains, but more than anything, he missed looking up and seeing stars when the sun set. He had grown up with the ability to see the Milky Way right outside his bedroom window (or at least, that was how it felt as a kid). Abuela used to tell him about every star, every constellation, every story behind them all, and Eddie had kept that information with him for years.

As great as LA was, it was shitty for stargazing—the city never slept, literally, and when Eddie looked up at the sky he could hardly see more than the Hollywood sign when he wanted to forget everything manmade.

It mocked him.

“What about that one?”

“Ooh, good eye. That’s not a star, that’s a whole planet. You’re looking straight at Jupiter, kid.”

“Wow.”

Yeah, wow.

As usual, Carla was the answer. She had no more than mentioned the word ‘stargazing’ while recounting the road trip her husband had taken for his birthday, and Eddie was all over her, begging politely asking her for more information. Turns out, less than two hours outside of the city, there was one of the best state parks in the country to look up into the sky at night.

Who would have thought?

The fact that it was just as easy to convince Buck to take a night off with him as it was for Eddie to pull Chris out of school the next day said a lot; and while Eddie wasn’t usually one to be super introspective about his relationship, he could tell that it meant just as much for Buck to be included with he and Christopher as it did for Eddie to be able to open himself up to someone outside of their little bubble. 

He had to admit—as excited as he was to share what was such an important part of his childhood (and such a good memory), he was a little worried that Chris wouldn’t feel the same way Eddie did about it. Chris, of course, immediately put that fear to rest—he had immediately dug out one of the beaten old Astronomy books Eddie had given to him, and spent the entire two hour drive 

God, sometimes Eddie forgot just how hungry his kid was to learn. 

“Okay, okay, you see that one buddy? The one that’s moving really fast?”

“Is that a shooting star?”

“No, even cooler—that’s the international space station. There’s astronauts from all over the world up there.”

“Really?!”

Chris’ little hands were flying over the book that Eddie had given him so long ago, easily filling in some of the information the book left out (yes, stars really could explode, no, they didn’t actually twinkle). It might have been a little shallow, but Eddie still loved feeling like he was useful for Chris—the kid who was outlearning him at an alarming pace. He lived for the moments that he got to share; even if he all but promised Chris a telescope for his next birthday, it was more than worth it to see the awed look on his face as he looked up to his dad.

He had all but cocooned himself between Eddie and Buck, claiming the fluffiest pillow for himself, the overstuffed duvet Eddie had spread over them covered in an assortment of snacks. Eddie might have gone a little overboard in the blanket department, but he couldn’t find a reason to think of that as a bad thing—who said their miniature camping excursion had to be uncomfortable? 

(Buck, to his credit, had made it exactly one half hour into stargazing before dozing off in the mountain of blankets Eddie had piled up in the bed of the truck—his head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, Chris resting between the two of them, all but using Buck as a glorified booster seat.

Eddie didn’t mind—the fact that Buck felt safe and comfortable enough to sleep around him made his heart warm in a way he wasn’t sure he was allowed to think about.)

“Do you think I can get my own constellation?”

“You already do, buddy... see, that one, right there. That’s Cepheus—the king of the world!”

Any protests that Chris tried to squeak out were immediately negated by the force of his giggles.

At some point in time during the evening, in between telling Chris all about Andromeda and Leo, about Orion and the Scorpion, Eddie had to admit, he stopped watching the sky and started to watch Chris. For so much of his life, he had felt guilty, like he had to make up for all the time that he had missed when Chris was a baby, but looking back now, he wouldn’t change a thing—even if it did hurt him to admit it. After the tsunami, Eddie had brought Chris and Buck back together the next day, his reasoning simple—it was Chris’ turn to save Buck, just like Buck had done for Chris, but now was one of those moments where he realized that Chris didn’t just save Buck—he had saved Eddie, too. 

‘I miss you all the time.’

Hearing that had done a number on Eddie, but looking back, it was easy to identify that as the lynchpin, the catalyst of change that pushed them across the country, into the 118, that had brought Sharon back into their lives for the end of hers, that had thrown Buck at him before Eddie even knew what was going on. More importantly, it was the moment where Eddie realized that Chris wasn’t just his kid, he was his own person—he existed outside of anything that Eddie could control or maintain, and it was all he could do to hold on as Chris took charge in his own life.

He could barely remember what it felt like, to be so young, and open, and willing to take whatever information the world could give you. It wasn’t always easy to see himself in his kid, but he prayed that Chris never lost that sense of curiosity, of wonder, that he had when he was a kid himself (that all but abandoned him now, taunting him, hovering just out of his reach). 

He couldn’t resist leaning over as Chris looked down at his book, kissing the crown of his son’s head, letting himself breathe for only a moment through the mess of curls as he closed his eyes.

“Where’s the Big Dipper?”

Eddie grinned and hunched down next to Chris’ eye level, mindful of the human body he was using as a seat, his index finger tracing over the familiar cluster of stars.

"See, here’s the head, and body, and legs, and tail... and right between the Big Dipper and Cepheus… that one is the Little Dipper. Big Bear and Little Bear.”

“Just like you and me, huh dad?”

Eddie had to swallow before responding.

“Yeah buddy, just like you and me.”

(”Buck can be Virgo.” Chris decided after a long moment of quiet, nodding sagely as Eddie had to choke down a laugh as to not wake the Virgin himself.)

[dianapana]

SasuHina Month 2020- Day 10.2

Prompt-Parenthood

I wrote two things for this day simply because the fake dating one felt a little too short so when inspiration hit i let it flow. I hope you enjoy this story as well, love ~Dia

Sasuke Uchiha was a name that made even the worst criminals shiver; the new head of the Uchiha family had a reputation that preceded him to every part of the world, nobody ever wanted to be on his bad side. Sasuke had never any issues of putting people in their place and making an example out of them. On his 14th birthday one of his father’s under bosses had made a comment that was meant to degrade the younger boy compared to his older one. Sasuke looked to Fugaku and his father nodded. Sasuke proceeded to crush that man’s neck with his bare hands in the middle of the party. The party went on with the dead body sitting in the middle of the room. Nobody dared address the matter. After Fugaku was murdered a few years back Sasuke and a few of his best men went to the family that did it and killed them all with no mercy. It was a blood bath.

The devil with red eyes; the cruel leader; emotionless; they all called him many things, but Sasuke achieved what he wanted, people either respected him or feared him. Their world was dark and the slightest hesitation got people killed, he was born into this life, he had had blood on his hands from a young age. This was their normal. To everyone he was just that.

But behind closed doors he was Sasuke, husband and father. The young leader married in secret the daughter of an allied family about 3 years ago. A year and half after the wedding his wife became pregnant and about 8 months later his first child was born.

“Welcome home” Hinata said and came to kiss him. He had been worried. Their marriage was an arranged one. Before he died, his father wanted to strengthen their bond with the Hyugas. When he first saw Hinata he had to admit that the rumors he had hear of her ‘the Hyuga angel’ were true. People were saying that she was the most beautiful Hyuga girl in the past 100 years, and they weren’t wrong. His wife shined brighter than anyone else.

The first time they talked Hinata had been shy and would not look at him; he had been worried about what she thought of him due to his reputation. Hiashi had succeeded in instilling fear into his older daughter, so Hinata did not feel as if she could protest the marriage. He had expected the marriage to be a loveless one but 2 months in her presence that had changed that. Hinata discovered a kind of freedom in her life that she had never knew. Despite her being hidden away from the public eye Sasuke gave her rights she had not had before, she was free to say and do as pleased in the safe space of their home.

“I’m home” Sasuke whispered against her lips and pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. Work had been a handful in the past few weeks and he couldn’t be home as much as he wanted. He missed Hinata and he missed Nozomi.

“She’s been sleeping almost all day today. She’ll wake up soon enough hungry” Hinata followed her husband to their room where he undressed from his suit and put on a plain t-shirt and sweats on. She had missed him greatly lately. It was hard being isolated and hidden from the world. She knew it was for her own sake and for Nozomi but she couldn’t help feeling lonely when he was away. Naruto, her body guard was fun to be around always but at the end of the day he was still her bodyguard. Then there was Nozomi, she was only a few months old and a lot of work and HInata didn’t always know what to do when she wouldn’t stop crying even after being fed, having her dipper changed and everything else.

Nozomi was daddy’s princess already. She would cry and cry and cry until Sasuke picked her up and she would stop; look at him and laugh. Sasuke too was smitten with his daughter; every night no matter how late he got home he’d go to her room and watch over her; kiss her cheeks gently in order not to wake her up.

Sasuke sat on the bench at the foot of their bed. Hinata walked to him and draped herself in his lap, her legs circling his waist. Sasuke ran his hands up and down her back before burring both of them in her hair and bringing her lips to his. The kiss started out slow and nice but Hinata increased the pressure and opened her mouth. Sasuke took the chance and deepened the kiss. The slow kiss turned into a make-out session that left both of them breathless and hot.

“I’ve missed you” Sasuke whispered against Hinata’s jaw, he placed kisses down her throat and slid his hands under her shirt with the intentions of taking it off but before he could the baby monitor on the nightstand came to life and cries would be heard. Hinata giggled a little and Sasuke sighed. “I’ll go feed her” he said and picked Hinata up from his lap and went to Nozomi’s room. The baby girl was crying and fussing around but upon seeing Sasuke approach her cries stopped and she started wiggling even more asking him to pick her up. Sasuke smiled and did just what she wanted. He held her over his head for a second and kissed her stomach loudly which made her shriek in laughter. After another second, he made his way to the kitchen to prepare her a bottle but Hinata was already there and the bottle was almost done.

Hinata watched as her husband fed their daughter and looked at her with all the love in the world. Sasuke might have been a real monster out in the world but here he was their hero; maybe his hands were covered in blood and sin but with her and Nozomi he was gentle. Parenthood suited him; he had once said he was afraid it would make him weak but it hadn’t. He was tougher because now he had more people to protect. There was not a single doubt in Hinata’s mind that they were safe. She took a few steps and reached his side and kissed his shoulder.

“Hmm? What’s the matter love?” Sasuke asked her; the same love she saw in his eyes for Nozomi she could see for herself as well.

“Nothing, nothing’s wrong. Everything is perfect” Hinata said and hugged his waist doing her best not to disturb Nozomi while she was eating.

[3three-question-marks]

Bottles of Milk

Hey, here’s a new fic, and I’ll promise this one has a guaranteed part 2. I’ll probably update it weekly if I have the time. I’ll make this one extra painful :)

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Summary:Mabel has been married for a while, and Dipper has been creating a name for himself as a Journalist. One day, everything changes when Dipper decides to do the unthinkable, leading Mabel’s husband to catch them in the act.

Mabel watched her husband with fond eyes as he proceeded to chop carrots in their small kitchen. She went up behind him, hugging his waist. He continued to chop the carrots, appreciating his wife's presence. The brunette nuzzled her chin into her husband's collar bone and hummed a small happy noise. He reached his arm behind him, caressing her small but ever so present baby bump forming.

She leaned up to kiss his jawline, making him giggle. "I love you," She mumbled into his ear. He kissed her back, whispering the same words to her.

A noise interrupted their calm moment, three knocks reverberating through the room. She turned her head around and alerted her husband of their guest. Skipping to the front door, she threw it open to reveal her dripping wet brother. He was carrying his soaked bags and clutching his navy blue jacket, shivering from the cold. Dipper was wearing that dorky crooked grin.

"Dipper!" Her eyes widened with concern. She grabbed his bags and lead him inside the small suburban home. She immediately pulled a towel out one of their drawers, and handed it to him. "Damn, Dip, how long did it take for a bus to arrive?"

He smiled, slipping off his boots and leaving him in his blood red sweater. "C'mon, I didn't took too long, I just took a small stop."

Mabel's grin grew wider, as she saw her twin's hand sneak into his pocket to retrieve a small, neatly wrapped box. She immediately pulled him close to her, as a thanks to the present he bought. "Daww Dipper! You didn't have to do that," She cooed.

"I wanted to," He continued to wipe his soaked body, ignoring her husband's offer for him to get a fresh set of clothes. Mabel lead him by the hand, leading him to the kitchen island. She poured him a cup of coffee, sitting next to him afterwards. "I've got some news that I think you'll find interesting," She said.

"Same here," The guy smirked, sipping his coffee with interest. "You go first,"

She glanced at her husband gleefully, before going back to him. "Well, as you know, me and Henry have been married for a while," His heart stopped beating, starting to fall into his stomach as he knew where this was going. "We're proud to say that, we have a little one on the way!"

There it is. Bad enough he had to attend a wedding as confirmation that she will never have feelings for him, but having a child with Henry, it's just proof, that she's sealed the deal with him, and not Dipper. A gate she built with her very own hands, to block him out of romanceville, or any chance at all to be with her. Not that he was hoping for anything. He gave up a long time ago. On love, on her, on any sort of indication that he deserves anything.

He's been harboring feelings for her for so long, he felt so lost without her invading his mind every single day. It's like an earworm that he could never get out. When she got married, she invited him to the wedding, and of course he had to go. It was very important for her. He would do anything for her, and also, what would they say if he didn't? Her brother was so depressed to pull himself off the bed because he is in love with her, and that's why he couldn't attend the wedding. The entire event felt so empty. So painful. So numb. He just wanted to dissociate and disappear forever.

But he needed to stay, for her. He needed to smile, for her. He needed to look like he felt any sort of emotion right there, for her. So of course he cried. Everyone thought it was just very emotional for him, but the words "I do," made his heart stop entirely, and his brain stop working. So of course he just had to let it out one way or another.

He forgot he was supposed to react happily to her big news, he blinked twice as if in shock, and spoke slowly, "That...is great! That's so great. Just, wow." He stood up from his seat, an idea popping into his head. "This is so great, that you know what? I'll take you and Henry out for dinner tomorrow." Great save dumbass.

"Until this day you still won't let go of your 'best brother' award, won't you?"

"You know it, sis!" Just fake it 'till you make it, man. But she's bound to notice at some point, retard. He pulled her to her feet, spinning her around. "Careful, champ." Spoke Henry. He steadied the both of them, smiling sheepishly at his brother-in-law. "Sorry,"

" So what's your big news, Dippy?" He blinked. Right. The news I was about to tell her before she-... Right. "Oh Right. First, I need you to open your present."

"Just tell me already, dork!" She poked him, making him chuckle. "Open it, and I will,"

"Alright, alright. Let's see what's the big deal," She ripped open the box, and was greeted with the familiar logo of the Mystery Shack. Intrigued a lot more, she took off the lid to see it was a snow globe with a tiny Dipper in a suit inside. "Woah, does this m-"

"I'm officially the owner of the Mystery Shack! and...people are finally taking notice of my work!"

"How?"

"Well, recently Soos and Melody decided to hand it over, since they were dedicating their lives to Thomas and Adrian."

"I see you're making headlines too," She said as she unfolded the newspaper clipping folded in the box. Inside it, was a picture of her brother receiving an award for journalism. He was smiling brightly, as a man in a suit stood next to him. She had never been this successful in her own career, and neither was Henry. Henry was a school principal, and she was a basic designer who only gained attention from small businesses. Dipper truly was amazing.

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The night came and went, with the three of them eating dinner and conversing about Dipper's jobs, and Mabel's plans for the baby or babies. As exciting as the idea of being an uncle was, Dipper couldn't help but feel uneasy at the dinner table, with Mabel and Henry's comfortably affectionate nature towards each other, and talks about him and finding a girl to settle down with. After cleaning up, Henry went to bed, and Mabel stayed with him to catch up.

"I hope you do find a girl someday, Dip." She said, sipping from her glass of juice. Dipper sipped his own glass and huffed. "We've been through this, Mabel. I don't really want to look for someone. It's not like I'm very likeable anyways. Maybe I'll just grow old and die alone like Toby."

She slapped his arm hard, making him jump in his seat. "Ow! What the hell?"

"You gotta stop doing this to yourself, Dip. It's not helping. I'm sure as heck there are plenty of girls who would like you,"

"Oh, sure, like that one psycho chick you set me up with?"

"C'mon, I didn't know she'd drug you!"

"To be fair, I only woke up on top of a GalaxyBucks!" After getting a sharp glare from his sister, he snapped his trap shut. "Okay, fine. I'll try dating more often, that okay with you?"

"I really want you to meet the perfect match, Dip. I just want you to be as happy as I am,"

He shifted in his seat, casting his gaze down. "Yeah, I know." He took a quick peek at his watch and realized how late it was. "Oh shoot!"

"What?"

"Its really late, I gotta go," He pulled himself off the seat, hastily rushing to grab his coat and boots. He felt a soft hand take hold of his wrist and stop him from opening the door. "Stay here, Dip"

"Wait, what about my hotel?"

"You can cancel,"

"What about the Shack?"

"Have Wendy and her beau take care of it, I'm sure she won't mind,"

"I don't know, Mabel. It's really late."

"And that's why you should stay. I really miss you, Dip."

Looking between Mabel and the door, going back and forth, he let out a sigh, pulling out his phone to dial Wendy's number. After a quick goodbye, he got someone to take care of the shack, and felt a pair of arms around him. He hugged back, reminiscing in the scent, and closing his eyes for this brief moment of happiness for both of them.

[poc-movie-supremacy]

Landslides: I know my husband like the back of my hand

A.N.: This is a little fic about all the things Iris knows about Barry. I hope you guys like it! Comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated. Enjoy!

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Many people think they know Barry Allen personally. That they know everything about him. It makes sense in theory, Barry can’t lie for shit and he babbles a lot. 

There are somethings though, that only she knows. Small things like the scent of his mother’s perfume, the games he used to play with his father, and old childhood stories. 

After having Nora, Barry likes to sing to her. He would tickle her on her stomach as he sang running home to you to her. Iris’s giggle used to be his favourite sound, but now it’s Nora’s.

Iris reads the Runaway Dinosaur to Nora as a bedtime story. The first time she pulls it out to read, Barry almost cries. 

Only she knows how Barry reacted when she told him she was pregnant. It was two nights after he got out of the speedforce. She was rubbing lotion on herself, wearing a red satin night shirt and red cotton shorts. Her baby bump was getting a bit big for other types of pajamas. Idly, she wondered how Barry didn’t notice the bump last night. She looked like a mammoth, it was hard not to notice the little speedster growing inside her. 

Iris planned on curling up in bed with a book to read while she waited for Barry to come home from his nightly activities. The doctors warned against staying up too late, but she knew even if she tried she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without her fiance by her side. 

The book was an interesting one. She got in a few pages before she felt her hair swish and watched the papers on her nightstand fly around. Iris reminded herself that she needed to get the paperweights back out from storage. 

Barry looked down at her in his normal clothes smiling happily. “Hey Iris, tired?”

“I’m okay baby. (Iris snorted at her joke, but to him she just smirked.) I’m a little tired, but I want to show you somethings I got out of storage. Go get ready for bed, I’ll be right back.”

“Ok.” Barry offered her a warm smile and kissed her temple. Iris hummed in pleasure but pushed him away before he could go farther. She went downstairs to the closet to pick up the box hidden in their. Back upstairs in her room Barry was waiting patiently under the covers, a excited and curious look on his face.

Iris made sure to angle herself so their was less of a chance of him noticing her new bump. She placed the box between them and watched as he looked through the stuff. She was excited, she couldn’t help it. Iris didn’t think she’d get to tell him he was going to be a father, now that she can, she’s going to relish it.

“The runaway dinosaur, an old rattle and some scrapbooks?” Barry looked at her confusingly. Before he could say anything, she spoke first. 

“Three scrapbooks. Look at the red and purple ones first before the yellow one.”

Iris held the yellow one to her chest as she watched him look through the scrapbooks. It was their baby books, Barry’s the red one, Iris the purple. He almost cried looking at his parents, but had a nice giggle at Baby Iris. She thinks she sees realization dawn in his eyes. “I-Iris, can I see the yellow scrapbook?” Slowly she gives it him. The title card give it away. Baby Westallen in fancy letters. The next few pages were filled with ultrasound photos and her baby bump.

“Cisco wanted to go all out. I told him all I needed were a few photos to send to relatives to prove that I was actually-”

“Pregnant.” Barry barely said it aloud. It was a reverent whisper. He looked at her surprised and hopeful. Iris sat up in bed and pushed the blanket off her stomach.

She put his hands on her stomach and gave him a watery chuckle. “Congrats, dad.” Barry gave her a joyful cry and pulled her into his lap. Tears and laughter mixed together. It was one of the happiest days of his life. He was captivated as she listened to what changes have been made so far, ultrasounds and dietary restrictions and what changes will be made soon, painting the nursery and going to early bird classes. She was straddling his lap as she talked. He absentmindedly ran his hands across her stomach while he listened. Slow tears of joy ran down his face. Softly, Iris thumbed them away.

“Who else knows?” Barry wondered aloud. 

Iris started counting names on her hand. “Cisco and Linda... and McSnurtle found out first. Then my dad and Wally and Jessie. I’m pretty sure Harry knows, I look like a mammoth, but he hasn’t made any acknowledgement of it so I’m not sure. I go to Earth 38 to the DEO for like ultrasounds and stuff since Caitlin doesn’t know and isn’t an obstetrician. Kara and Alex know as well. I figured aliens was as close as I was going to get to metahuman.” 

Barry made a mental note to thank them for keeping an eye on her while he was gone. “You don’t look like a mammoth, you look like a goddess.” Barry laid a few kisses on Iris stomach making her giggle. The feeling tickled her spurring him on. “You look like a goddess in them lamplight pregnant. They were right when they said pregnant women glow, darling your a star.” 

She missed his cheesy statements. “Like the stars on your chest.” Iris whispered. She picked at his undershirt that he was wearing until he took the hint and took it off. Delicately, with her pointer finger, she traced the stars across his chest. They were originally moles, but one day in a fit of teenage rebellion Barry turned them into stars. It was the most gorgeous thing Iris had seen, she had stared at him in awe for a while before she stopped. Now that they were together, she loved to trace the stars into constellations and make up silly stories about how they became stars. 

Most don’t know it’s a nod to his grandmother, an astronomer who loved to tell Barry stories about the constellations, like Orion and the big dipper. On his side was a bouquet of irises he got when he was drunk. Iris liked to think that it was a little way of showing that he was hers. 

On his left arm bicep is a quote his mother told him, “It’s better to have a big heart than strong legs, my beautiful boy.” Iris was there when he got that one. He held her hand tightly, not for the pain of the tatoo, but for the words and who had said them. 

On his shoulder was his father’s words, slugger. Iris was there for that one too, holding his hand and kissing his cheek afterwards. They had to go to Kara’s earth to get that one done. Barry almost convinced Kara to get one too, but Alex convinced him of otherwise. 

Many people think they know Barry personally. They are true to an extent, but Iris will always know the only one to know the depths of Barry Allen. She is his after all, and he is hers. Together forever.  

[nautiscarader]

Wendip Week 7 - telling the truth

I was unable to come up with a story directly about not being able to lie, so I decided to put a spin on it.

(Ao3)

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As the thunder rolled through the dark, gloomy skies outside the cozy wooden house, the young woman standing by the windows felt the weather couldn't have been more appropriate for the situation. She turned around and began walking back and forth past the living room, where four other people have gathered, each of them following her with intense stares.

Knowing she cannot delay this any longer, Mabel grunted and addressed her brother and his family.

- So, you are wondering why I have gathered you all there... - Not really - Dipper's son interrupted her - You asked us to sit here so you can do your detective spiel. - Was that from a movie, or something? - Emma continued - Didn't you guys have a cartoon where you were younger, or- - DUCK-TECTIVE WAS NOT A CARTOON!

The girl shrieked when Mabel slammed her fist against the wooden coffee table, her eyes filled with anger.

- IT WAS A MASTERPIECE OF STORYTELLING AND ANIMATION, AND IT IS A SHAME IT WAS CANCELLED AFTER ONLY NINE SEASONS!

Seeing the sheer terror in both Emma and Tyrone's eyes, as well as a bit of it in Dipper's and Wendy's, Mabel leaned back, fixed her coat, and resumed her act in much more subdued tone.

- So, as I was about to answer, I gathered you all here because I'm afraid that there is a force out there, ready to destroy your family. Our... family... - she spoke under her breath, looking ominously into the raging storm outside - I am talking of course...

She turned towards the four and eyed them with icy-cold, piercing gaze.

- ...about distrust! The one thing that can break even the toughest of bonds between the loved ones. Husband and wife, mother and daughter, brother and sister...

Mabel pointed to each of the members of Pines family, disregarding Dipper's and Wendy's confused stares that appeared on their faces when Mabel jumped onto the table.

- Tonight I have been contacted by a daughter of yours, who would like to remain anonymous...

The three other members of Pines family all turned towards Emma, eyeing her with accusatory looks.

- ...regarding a case of missing cookies!

Mabel dramatically revealed an empty jar she has been holding underneath her oversized, brown coat. Wendy, Dipper and Tyrone let out a collective groan.

- Okay, in my defence, I didn't know what she was gonna do - Emma quickly explained herself. - Mabel, do you really think it's necessary? - Dipper asked his sister - Yes, brother. - she turned sharply towards him - In fact, your reluctance suggests I should start with you...

She grabbed a flash-light and shone its beam directly into Dipper's eyes, making him cower and cover his eyes.

- Mabel! - Admit it, brother! - she leaned against him - It was you! everyone knows you have a sweet tooth! You can ask me! I can ask me! I have whole life of evidence against you...

She turned towards Wendy, whose lips curled into a smirk.

- Yeah, she's got a point there. - Come on! You know I'm trying to control my weight ever since we stopped running away from monsters on a weekly basis. - Dipper grumbled back - Besides, what kind of parent would I be, if I didn't follow the same rules that we set for our kids? - Interesting... - Mabel pondered for a while. - Then the next in line is... Wendy!

Mabel jumped in place once more, pointing at her sister-in-law with vindictive glare.

- How could you betray our trust? I had you for a friend all these years... - she spoke dramatically, her voice quivering with pretence emotions. - Mabel, you do know I don't like sweets that much. And I especially wouldn't eat a whole jar of them. - she rolled her eyes. - Again, bad role model for the kids. - The kids!

Mabel turned her attention to the two youngsters sitting next to each other.

- After your father, you are the most suspicious ones here... After all, all kids like their sweets... - Wow, we are honoured to be interrogated by the most brilliant of minds here. - Dipper rolled his eyes. - Hey, not your turn. - Mabel barked back - I'm gonna come back to you.

She pointed her beam at the red-haired boy.

- Tyrone, we all know you stay up late, don't you? Those late night gaming or study sessions make you hungry, don't they? - Well... sometimes... - Ah-ha! And here we have, an irrefutable proof that it was you, Tyrone, who ate the chocolate chip cookies! - Except we don't. - Emma added quickly.

At once, Mabel looked down at his sister, who interrupted her speech.

- We don't. He doesn't like chocolate chip cookies. He prefers hazelnut. - Is that true? - Yeah. I-I thought you knew. - the red-headed boy shied away.

Mabel scratched her chin, contemplating her next move.

- Hm. Now that I think about it, there is one more potentially guilty person in the room... - Mabel turned around, only to spin back and point at Emma - It was you! - Me? - Emma flinched - I was the one, who complained about lack of cookies! - Precisely! - Mabel spoke triumphantly - By drawing attention to it, you thought you could absolve yourself from any suspicions. You thought you could fool your own aunt, young lady, but alas! Your plan has been foiled... - Yeah, it has. Cos I wasn't even there.

Once again, Mabel has been thrown off balance by her suspect and looked at the cross-armed young girl.

- I've spent the whole day with you and aunt Pacifica! - she roared - We came late, I went to the kitchen and that's when I found out someone ate all the cookies. That was less than hour ago! - Well... looks like we have an impasse...

With a half-defeated expression on her face, Mabel turned around and began circling the family. And though her antics were over-the-top, every person in the room followed her, and listened to her words, as she clearly had an ace in the sleeve of her sweater.

- One of you have committed a heinous crime, yet no one of you would admit it... And this is why I brought this!

With a sudden turn, Mabel slammed something onto the coffee table, and only when she uncovered a box-like object, covered in vertical and horizontal labyrinthine-like patterns that began glowing as soon as light began shining on it. And while the kids were surprised and naturally gravitated towards it, Wendy and Dipper were utterly shocked.

- What the heck, Mabel? - Mabel! Where did you get it? - Oh, last time I was in California I might have visited a certain family that had magical connections... - Mabel smiled - And honestly, Star didn't really need this anymore, I mean last time they interrogated someone with it, and that was it... - Mabel, this is too much - Dipper interrupted her - This is Truth-Telling Box, I'm not gonna let you use it, especially with kids! This thing nearly destroyed those, who used it, because Star was too afraid to admit she has a crush on Marco! And honestly, I think you are making a mountain out of molehill. - Okay, enough!

Suddenly, Wendy's usually calm voice interrupts the quarrel that was about to engulf the twins. Mabel and Dipper looked at her, and after a while of uneasiness, Wendy spoke out, in a slightly quieter voice.

- Alright, I admit, it was me. - Whaaaat? - Emma and Tyrone exclaimed - You ate all the cookies? - But you said it yourself you don't like sweets that much. - Yeah... I usually don't...

Wendy looked away for a moment, and the rest watched as her cheeks turn crimson almost matching her auburn hair, while her lips curl into a soft smile.

- But you didn't notice the pickled jalapeños were missing as well.

She looked at Dipper, and as she spoke, his eyes grow wide and he dashed towards her, embracing her with a tight, long hug.

- Why didn't you tell me sooner? - he asked with a tears in his eyes - I wanted to be a surprise, especially for kids, you dork.

When he let her go, Mabel joined them with an even more expressive and tear-filled hug, leaving the two kids utterly dumbfounded.

- Uh, can anyone explain us what is going on? - Emma exclaimed - And why jalapeños are important all of a sudden?

The three adult chuckled, and Wendy reached to embrace her two kids, giving each of them a soothing kiss.

- You see, it's a bit of an old wives' tale, but it is sometimes true. If a woman has sudden taste swings, it's a sign she might be pregnant...

Only now, the siblings exchanged stunned looks and swarmed their mother, exchanging cries of joy. The two spoke over each other, asking if their mother knew if it was a boy or a girl, and already coming up with names, while Wendy tried to calm them down.

- Alright, alright, kids, it's still a long time until we get a new Pine in our tree. - she chuckled - Why don't we start planning on the details tomorrow, huh?

She turned towards Mabel and Dipper, watching her with the kids still by her side.

- And yeah, sorry for not telling you.   - That's alright, that kind of surprises are the sweetest.

Dipper reached and kissed his wife, a gesture that for once did not result with their children sounding like they were about to puke. Dipper broke off the kiss and waved at Mabel, so she could join the enormous Pine hug-pile, and she eagerly jumped into the mix, enjoying the warmth and comfort of her extended family. At least until Dipper spoke out.

- Seriously, though, Mabel, what the heck was with bringing a MAGIC ARTIFACT to find missing cookies? - Oh, relax, don;t act like you haven't done something equally weird. - THAT IS TRUTH - spoke the Truth-Telling Box.

[geo-winchester]

You can’t always get what you want

Summary: all the plans that Yn and Poe had was gone after something came wrong, after that he start to drink and she try to get him to be back on his track.

Warnings: death character and drinking problems.

A/N: Hi! So here‘s another idea I had, I based in to songs one was empty apartment by Oscar Isaac and the other one was you can’t always get what you want by The Rolling Stones, I’m sorry if this is a little sad but I hope you like it.

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Poe look at the bottle in front of him, he was focus on how the ambar liquid flow as he move the bottle, he sighed before he bring it to his lips, he could feel how the liquid burn in his throat but he didn’t care in that moment he didn’t care of anything. He stand up and made his way through the empty house he couldn’t help of think about all the plans he and Yn made when they start to date, they do most of them, they finish collage, move in together to a crappy apartment then to a small house perfect for the two of them, they get married, they been for each other in good and in the bad and in that moment every thought and every picture hurts like hell but even if it hurts he couldn’t take his eyes of one picture, it was taken a few days ago, the two of them were smiling at the expecting of a bright future but everything fell apart when she was gone, what he thought it was going to be the happiest day of his life end up been one of the worst, all those dreams they had, the morning kisses, the dumb dances, her laugh, the love in her eyes were gone in one moment and he didn’t want to live without her.

He didn’t realized that he fall sleep until he wake up on the couch, the sound of the favorite song of his wife still on, he turn to one of his side and his wife smiled at him, he know this wasn’t real, his wife was dead and this was probably a dream but he just look at her as if he try to frees her face on his mind.

-Do you remember that night when we get drunk for the first time?- she asked, he smile at the memory.

-You get so drunk that we spend most of the party on the floor of the bathroom, you said you’ll never drink again- he said with a smile.

-That was the day I knew I love you- she said -You stay with me taking care of me, helping my hair and you rub my back as I throw up, in that moment I thought this is it, this is the guy I want to spend my life with.

-You thought that all when you were throwing up?- she laugh -I know what you mean... I got to admitted I fell in love with you that night too.

-Really? You found that sexy?- Both of them laugh.

-When you look at me over your shoulder I knew I won’t love anyone the way you I love you.

-but you need to love someone- he start to shook his head -she need you Poe...

-I can’t do it, you suppose to be here, you suppose to lived until we were old.

-remember the song we used to dance when we where sad?

-You can’t always get what you want by The Rolling Stones- she smile.

-I know it’s not fair and that this sucks but this is one of those times when we used to play it just as the time when you didn’t get that job or when the house we want was stolen for those richer people and we end up in this beautiful place...

-This isn’t nothing like that- he said angry, Yn took his hand and made him look at him.

-I know but there’s not going back.

-We promised each other we were going to be there in every step of the way... and you broke that promise...

-I know that you’re mad and I’m...

-I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at who ever thought this was right, to god, to destiny, karma, I don’t care how you want to call it, he should save you- he said as the tears start to fall from his cheek, she clean some of them.

-I know... you think I want to miss everything? To leave you here? But we need to accept it, you need to accept it, she need you- he shook his head again.

-She’s perfectly fine with my dad.

-So your going to waste the opportunity I was denied so you can get drunk, she’s your daughter Poe, She need you...

-She need you more than she needs me- she shook her head -What am I suppose to do?

-Well first I think you have to held her when she cry, feed her and change her dippers, sorry about that, you’re going to talk to her about the how we meet, you’re going to tell her the jokes you to tell me when we met, you’re going to teach her how to dance and you’re going to be there when she found love and take her to the aisle and you going to have the opportunity to see her how she grow up...

-What about the hard things? I don’t know how to brush her hair, or what am I going to do when a guy break her heart or say when she asked me about you?- she gave him a weak smile.

-Well you can asked my mother about how to do her hair and learn how she like it, if she asked about me you’re going to tell her the truth, that I loved her since we found about her and even if I didn’t know her I love her and that I’m always going to be with her- she start to cry -and when someone broke her heart, first of all don’t kill the guy and be there with her, let her cry on your shoulder and then buy a pizza and ice cream and let her talk...

-I don’t want to loose you, Yn.

-And you won’t, I’ll be there in her smile and in her eyes, I’ll be in the good moments and the bad moments even if you can’t see me- he kiss the hand that was on his cheek -but you had to stop doing this, she can’t lose both of her parents, so I need you to promise me that you’ll be there for her, that you’ll be the gentle and carry father I know you are, please?- he nodded as he clear the tears.

-I really miss you, baby- he said -I miss everything, our late nights, our dates, the way you smile at your favorite song, the way you smile at me when I made your favorite meal, the way you look at me...- she kiss him, she could feel the salty flavor.

-I miss you too and you had to know that I love you and our daughter with all my heart, please tell her that- he nod -you’re the best husband and father that I know and if I could I would do everything again.

-Even the time we get drunk and made that tattoo?

-Are you kidding that was the best day of my life, that was the day you asked me out- she kiss him -you need to go...

-I don’t want to go- she said with a weak smile

-you had to get our daughter back, I love you Poe Dameron.

The next day Poe was stand in front of her father’s house, he felt like it was a life time ago since he was there even if he came with Yn last week, his father greet him from the door and after he made sure that Poe was fine he took him to his daughter, the little baby was sleep in that moment and Poe could help the feeling of failure, Yn was right he need to be there for his baby, he rub her head making the baby to open her eyes, he smile at her and bring her to his arms.

-Hey sweety, I’m your daddy- the baby move -I’m sorry I didn’t come early I had some problems but your mommy help me, she really love you and she wished she could be here- the baby whimpered before she start to cry -I now you want her sweety- he start to cry to before she remember the song and start to sing -I saw her today at the reception- the baby start to relax as he continued -you know your mommy and I used to sing that every time we were upset, what do you said if we keep this tradition- he said before he kiss her head -I promise I always going to be here for you- he keep singing the song.