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hanjisick · 9 months ago

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chemical infatuation

genre. yandere au. patient!jisung x researcher!reader

desc. jisung takes part in a high-paying yet sketchy study with seemingly no risks, but the injection causes him to quickly grow obsessed with the daytime staff member assigned to his study.

warnings. needles. vomit. murder.

wc. 3.5k

“is it a bad time to tell you that i’m a little claustrophobic?” your patient, han jisung, nervously shifted in his seat, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“we have to keep you in this containment during our research.“

the containment room, with its dim lighting and cushioned walls, seemed to close in on him. the dimensions felt constricting, heightening the anxiety surging through his veins.

every inch of the space was under surveillance, every move to be meticulously scrutinized by the watchful eyes of researchers.

what a sketchy situation. but it was better than he had expected from a craigslist ad that he had chanced upon.

the snap of your rubber gloves pulled him away from his thoughts, “it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

500 million won. that was enough for him to do anything.

“i’m fine. i’m ready.”

“alright then, pull your arm out of your sweater for me.”

“i have a tank top underneath.” the boy shuffled out of the sweater and placed it onto his lap.

“and as the paperwork says, you have no allergies, anaphylaxis, or any history of mental illness?”

“nope.”

he flinched as the cool alcohol pad met his bicep.

“the medication we are testing for you should not hurt you much as far as we are concerned,” you began prepping the needle and syringe, “the only side effects that we predict could be a minor headache for a couple of days. it is not dangerous.”

jisung closed his eyes as you squeezed his arm slightly, pushing the needle through his skin.

you gently placed the gauze onto his arm, “finished. how do you feel immediately?”

“normal. a little shaken up from nerves, but no problems. what do i do now?”

“you’ll be watched for a month. the only restrictions are that you aren’t allowed to leave this room or use any devices.”

the idea of isolation and confinement weighed a bit heavily on him, but he was determined to see it through.

you motion towards the mattress in the corner, “we will change your bedding twice throughout the month. let us know if you are uncomfortable with the temperature of the room, need extra bedding, or anything else.”

jisung nodded.

“let us know if you need to use the bathroom and we will temporarily disable the cameras for your privacy. but we will take urine samples if we deem it necessary.”

“and what about food?”

“you’ll be fed three meals per day, with two snacks.”

“thank you. that’s all i need to know,” he paused for a moment, “other than your name. what’s your name?”

“y/n l/n,” you gather your paperwork, “your personal belongings will be returned once we go through to make sure there is nothing that could alter our research.”

the door had closed and locked, leaving jisung alone in the room with just his thoughts to keep him company until his stuff was given back to him.

Beginning Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung feels nervous about receiving the injection. Administered at 16:38 with no noted side effects.

you watched the boy through the array of cameras placed strategically throughout the room as he lay on the mattress. his sweater was haphazardly discarded across the room, a seemingly small attempt to make himself more comfortable in the sterile, plain environment.

despite the initial nerves of a new medication, nothing had seemed to happen. at the fifteen-minute mark, you stepped away from the cameras for a moment— if there were to be a severe sudden reaction, it would have manifested by now, you reasoned.

throughout your shift, your attention continued to drift back to the screens displaying jisung’s every move. with each glance, you found him engaged in various activities—doodling, writing in a journal, or simply staring off into space, lost in thought.

nothing seemed to go wrong. perhaps this medication would be approved.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested night snacks. He had slept well. No side effects were recorded.

you press the bright red button, lowering your mouth to the microphone.

“how is everything down there? any side effects?”

“y/n? is that you speaking?”

“yes,” you were surprised that the boy had remembered your name, “what are your symptoms?”

“you should come into the room to speak with me. i’m lonely here.”

“i have to record your symptoms. i can’t come down there unless i know that you’re stable.”

the microphone had only barely picked up his sigh. “i’m normal.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“nope. nothing. everything’s fine. just lonely.”

you sigh. he seemed normal. he was lying in bed, staring up at one of the cameras.

so it was fine, right?

you push open the door, greeted by the grinning patient on his mattress.

“you smell nice. what products do you use?”

what an odd conversation starter. “nothing special. just a lavender-scented body wash.”

he nods. “the overnight staff were fine, but i think that i prefer you. i can’t put my finger on it quite yet.”

was jisung naturally this blunt with his words? or was he flirting with you?

“what do you plan to do during your stay here?”

he leans back against the cushioned wall, “i compose songs for artists. i figured that it would be easy to get a lot of work done in here.”

“i see. is that your songwriting journal then?” you eye the small black book and pen next to him.

he takes the pen into his hand, “yup. it’s one of the few things that i brought here.”

“you’ll have to show me some of your work sometime throughout the month.”

“you can look at my work now,” he grins, clicking the pen, “my name is HAN. look me up.”

the name stays in your mind as you exit the room and lock the door. you find your way back to your seat at the cameras to supervise the man, pulling your lunch out of your back.

one hand holds a sandwich as the other browses through safari, looking at the songs that your patient had composed.

you hadn’t heard any of them, but perhaps it would be a good idea to look into the lyrics. it would give you things to talk about with him for the following month.

the rest of the shift was boring. you watched as he wrote in his notebook, ate his food, hummed to himself— nothing interesting.

the most intriguing thing that you experienced was the occasional ‘help!’ button being pressed, only for the man to announce that he needed to take a piss.

your misery was ended once your coworker entered the room, placing his keys and bag down on the table.

a sigh of relief left you, “thank god. it’s so boring.”

“thanks for the warning.”

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested no night snack. Awoke at 01:00 and 03:00. Specified no reason for waking. Special request for morning staff: Deliver lavender-scented body wash.

your eyes stared down at the note with slightly widened eyes.

perhaps he had good intentions, perhaps your defenses were just too high. after all, he might just like the scent of lavender like you did.

“good morning. any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“my arm is a little sore, and i’m a bit restless, but that is all.”

you record his answers— finally something to write down.

“i saw your request from last night. i’ll get a staff member to deliver your body wash. did you run out? i’m sure we gave you enough.”

“i still have some. i just wanted to try yours out.”

how strange.

“you’re coming down to see me today, right?”

“not today. i want to see if your symptoms worsen throughout the day. it’s best to be careful.”

you watch through the camera as he slumps back, visibly disappointed.

today, the boy had begun to act a little bit differently. every couple of minutes, he would stop his writing to look up at the camera.

you would hold eye contact with him for a few moments, even though he couldn’t see you before he would look back down again with a large grin that wasn’t on his face before.

soon, the bottle of body wash was delivered to his room.

“y/n! is that you?” he jumped out of bed as the lock clicked, only to be disappointed to see a man in a mask and gloves leave it right inside of the door.

he crept towards the bottle, snapping the lid off, holding it up to his nose, then inhaling deeply.

“it smells like you.”

you clenched your teeth, writing down the reactions.

walking over towards the center of the room, he peeled his t-shirt off his frame, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

you shrieked, slamming the buttons to disable the camera.

he was supposed to tell you when he needed privacy.

with shaky hands, you began to jot down his behaviors.

once ten minutes had passed, you turned the camera back on in hopes that he was decent again. this time, you had enabled the camera with caution, only to see that he was showering.

you disable it once again and decide that this would be a good time to have lunch.

the image of the naked man was etched into your mind as you tried to force the salad down your throat.

it was a good thirty minutes until you got the courage to turn the camera back on, sighing in relief as you saw him on his bed with sweatpants on once again.

jisung stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling— you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

you press the button. “everything alright in there?”

he perked up, “y/n, everything is just fine. i wish you were in here, though, instead of behind that stupid camera.”

you bite your lip uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.

changing the subject would be best.

“lunch will be delivered soon.”

“good. i’m a bit hungry.”

you take your finger off of the button, sitting back in your seat, waiting for your shift to be over.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate most of dinner and requested no night snack. Had difficulty falling and staying asleep. Awoke many times to journal. Refused conversation about his symptoms.

“y/n? you’re here, right? right?”

you had only just opened the door to the surveillance room, met with his muffled voice through the speakers.

“y/n? y/n? baby? my beautiful doll?”

the nickname caught you off guard, breath caught in your throat.

before answering, you grabbed the pen off the desk to jot down the behavior. this was not normal.

he stared directly into the camera. “i know you’re here. i journaled the minutes until he would leave and you would replace him.”

your legs shook as you took a seat.

why were you so nervous? it wasn’t like you were in danger. the door was locked. his body language did not seem hostile.

but his eyes told a different story. they were dark, crazed, restless.

“doll? can you hear me? can you hear me?”

your voice stuttered, “what are your symptoms?”

“i missed your voice, y/n.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“none,” jisung answered quickly, “so you can come down and see me, right?”

you lied through your teeth. “not today. we are still a bit worried about yesterday’s symptoms.”

“fuck!” his forehead hit against the wall.

you took your finger away from the button.

he balled his hand into a fist before hurling it towards the same wall.

jisung crumbles to the floor. “i can’t take it anymore.”

“are you alright? are you in pain? do you need help?” you grasp your pen with an unsteady hand, “tell me what’s going on. talk to me.”

“i need to see you again, i waited all night just for you to tell me no.”

“it’s for the safety of you and myself.”

his voice was barely above a raspy whisper, “i promise i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.”

“jisung,” you started sternly, “i’m unable to see you. please abide by the rules of the study.”

“can’t i quit?”

“you signed a form stating that unless there is a medical emergency, you aren’t to leave this room. i’m quite not sure that you’re in your right state of mind right now.”

“i would be fine if you’d let me see you again.”

it was pointless to argue with the man, so you let go of the button, jotting down the conversation.

jisung did not eat, speak, or move from his spot that day.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation.

“doll, you’re back.” his raspy voice announced your presence just as you opened the door as if he was in the room with you.

on the camera, he was spread out in the middle of the floor like a starfish. his blonde hair covered his face, but you could still see the eye bags forming under his sunken eyes.

“i have a bit of a headache. i’m dizzy. my throat is dry,” he answered your questions for you, “will i get to see you today, doll?”

you were a bit afraid to answer, hesitating as you pressed the button, “i’m sorry. no.”

“but i will be able to see you after the study, right? after the study you’ll marry me, right?”

your heart dropped into your stomach at the words.

“i have a partner, jisung.”

“i know,” he smiled lightly, “it’s me. but soon i’ll be your husband, right?”

this was too much. you felt sick. you needed to alert the rest of the team and let someone else take over this case. hell, you might even quit your job.

“imagine you as han y/n. it sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?”

his crazed voice rang through your ears as you stood up from your seat.

“nobody else has ever made me feel this way, do you know that? all i want is you. and i’ve only seen you twice. isn’t that absurd? love is just so beautiful.”

his words caused you to still. you felt like a deer in headlights.

“do you think the shot is what made me crazy? because ever since we met eyes after you gave it to me, i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about your touch, even through the gloves. all of my songs have been about you. i even drew you.”

waves of nausea came crashing down on you.

“i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.”

jisung scoffed at the thought of him, “and he’s the one who gets the pleasure of passing by you every day? do you like him? i’ll gouge his eyes out and wear his skin if you like him more than me, hm?”

you raced towards the trash can in the corner of the room, stomach churning as your breakfast came right out of your mouth.

the smell was putrid, acidic, disgusting. but not as disgusting as the words of the sick man behind the camera.

“did you watch me shower, my love? i don’t mind if you did. your lavender body wash felt so good on my body, i imagined it was you in there with me, washing my body yourself—“

you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

“he’s crazy! he’s gone mad!” you point towards the surveillance room, tears streaming down your face as you try to explain the situation to the nearest person that you can find.

“calm down. go to the break room. i’ll alert the rest and we’ll handle it.”

“you’ll be okay,” a staff member reassures, handing you a much-needed drink from the vending machine, “he won’t be able to escape. we will detain him and try to get him any help that we can.”

“even aside from how creepy he was, i just feel terrible, you know? i gave him that shot.”

“it isn’t your fault. he knew what he was getting into. we tried our best to determine the effects. there was no way of knowing.”

although he was right, guilt and horror still ate you up as you rested your head in your hands.

“this is why our job is important, so that only one person gets hurt instead of an entire population of people.”

“what a shitty job.”

he laughed as he got up, “tell me about it. i’m gonna go see what i can do to help. let us know if you need anything.”

the door closes and you lay your head down on the table, closing your eyes.

all you could think about was the man and his words.

‘i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.’

would he be able to leave? would he be able to get over this love sickness? is it reversible? nobody knew anything about it. the only thing that could be done is watching him.

it only seemed to get worse over the days, and you didn’t want to know what he would be like at the end of the month.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, psychosis

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation aside from asking for previous staff, Y/N L/N.

you no longer worked with jisung. instead, you had been assigned to a new case.

“it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

“i’m not nervous. go ahead and inject me, doctor,” the patient joked, pulling her sleeve up.

“and as the paperwork says, your only allergy is mild reaction to shellfish, but no anaphylaxis or any history of mental illness?”

“all correct.”

you were wiping her bicep with alcohol when the door had opened, screams piercing your ears from outside of the soundproof room.

“y/n?”

blood dripped onto the floor from his heaving form, eyes bloodshot and locked right on your form. in his hand, he held a loaded handgun, the smell of gun powder seeping into the room.

the patient in front of you screeched, immediately making a run for it before her brains were splattered across the room.

your ears rung from the shot, standing stalk still as jisung approached you.

everything was moving too quickly. you couldn’t process a single thing. your head was spinning. you needed to survive.

“please, i’ll do anything, don’t hurt me.”

“i told you. i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.” a bloody hand ran through your hair, taking advantage of your frozen figure.

“i can’t believe i’m so close to you right now.” his nose buried into your neck and you could feel the cold metal of the gun pressing against your back.

“they’re all dead. and you’re back.”

he dropped the gun to the floor, fishing through his pocket.

before you could register what was happening, jisung had already lodged a needle into your arm.

“sleep tight, my doll, i’ll get us out of here.”

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aiakosm · 4 months ago

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Drifting Stars AU: Mabel gets sucked into the portal before Stanford could come out and the portal shuts down, leaving her in that dimension with Ford while Stan and Dipper have to find a way to turn that portal back on.

(New one that I just saw) Reverse Drifting Stars AU: Ford comes back but the portal doesn’t turn off and it’s Stan and Dipper that get sucked in instead (although from the comment I read, it was just Dipper that gets sucked in which is also heartbreaking).

Other Gravity Falls AU’s if you’re confused>

Reverse Falls AU: their personalities are reversed and instead of the happy silly Pines family that you know and love, they’re the manipulative arrogant Gleeful family that everyone hates. The Pines (read: The Gleefuls) are cold-hearted and (in most cases) has the Reversed-version of Bill wrapped around their finger. Reversed-Bill Cipher (named Will Cipher) is a whiny, sensitive, baby-like version of the dream demon.

Fight Falls AU: Everything is almost the same, except for the fact that Mabel and Dipper can fight well. They got into a lot of trouble at their school and was sent to Gravity Falls so that more trouble wouldn’t happen. Dipper and Mabel are great fighters and have a much more sensitive temper but Dipper is still a nerd and Mabel still has a fun imagination (Just more secretly) Bill Cipher (Named Kill Cipher) loves violence—which isn’t out of character—and is mostly there to not only torment the town but also encourage the twin’s violent nature.

Monster Falls AU: Everyone’s a creature! You can switch up what creatures these characters are but most of the fandom has agreed that Dipper is a deer centaur , Mabel is either a mermaid or a unicorn, Stanley is a gargoyle, Ford is a Greek-style Sphinx, Wendy is a werefox or a moth-person, Soos is a clay golem, Gideon is usually a vampire, Pacifica is either a gorgon or a unicorn, Robbie is a zombie, etc. Bill Cipher is a humanoid hunter with a triangle-shaped head.

Reunion Falls AU: this is Mabel and Dipper but they’re separated at birth. Dipper usually lives in the mystery shack and it’s Mabel that visits years later for the summer.

Relativity Falls AU: Everyone’s age and role is switched. Stanford and Stanley are now the young pine twins going to visit their great uncle Dipper and great aunt Mabel (or just Great Aunt Mabel if you decide to have Dipper lost in the portal) for the summer. (Personal favorite simply because I like the older Mabel and younger Stanley dynamic).

Nightmare Falls AU: In this one, Dipper and Mabel are raised by Bill Cipher in a dimension called the nightmare dimension, and are demons. Dipper is depicted as popular but mean, only cares about helping his twin and causing chaos. Mabel is depicted as shy, creative, and secretly more powerful than she lets on (although they are both supposed to be equally powerful but whatever). Bill Cipher, their adoptive parent, encourages their violent and chaotic tendencies. Not many people touch up on this AU. But many should.

Transcendence AU: This one is really popular. If you’ve been in the fandom for longer than a year, you might’ve heard of it. The story often changes but apparently in the original version, Bill dies due to the Transcendence. Before he passes, he leaves a small part of himself in Dipper who turns into a demon. Or half-demon. I think this is where the whole ‘Alcor the dreambender’ thing began (Even though Dipper’s Demon name would just be Ursa Major and he’d be a star demon).

Demonic Twins AU: This time, the twins switch with Bill Cipher. So now Bill Cipher is Bill Pines (maybe Will is there too) and Gideon summons two demons, Mabel and Dipper, who are evil but aren’t as chaotic as the original Bill.

Crystal Falls AU: literally just the Steven Universe mixed with Gravity Falls. They all have different gems and such. I can’t exactly explain it, considering the fact that I’ve never read this AU nor have I watched Steven Universe, but it’s as it sounds.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW, YOU CAN USE THIS POST IF YOU WANT TO TRY AND REMEMBER. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY AND ILL MAKE EDITS!

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mint-fixates · 4 months ago

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Going more in depth with my many, very long thoughts on the AU concept I discussed in a previous post, which I'm calling "Domesticated Bill AU" based on a suggestion from the replies (TL;DR it's just a "What if Bill wasn't evil" AU)

First major difference: No Euclydian massacre. Bill doesn't destroy his home dimension, he just gets sick of them trying to suppress his gift and leaves. Something something he still ends up getting trapped in the Nightmare Realm while looking for a more exciting and accepting world

He spends a lot of time partying and getting up to mischief while hanging out with the Henchmaniacs (who still look up to him as a leader, but have more of an equals/genuine friends relationship with him rather than a boss/minion relationship), but after a billion years or so that starts to get boring. When they realize the Nightmare Dimension is unraveling, Bill has the idea to get someone to make a portal for him, like in canon, BUT Weirdmageddon is never part of the plan. He just needs a way to safely get himself and his friends out of the Nightmare Realm before it unravels, no apocalypse required

Bill still has a series of failed partnerships because no one has the technology to build the portal or because they can't match his freak and get fed up with him and call the deal off. But there's no evil retribution on anyone who fails to make it. He's chaotic neutral at worst, so most of his impact on history is similar to canon!Bill helping the Salem witches free themselves- but because of Earth's societal standards and expectations, he still gets painted as evil for these sorts of acts.

Bill meets Stanford under the same circumstances- Ford finds out about him and summons him to help when he hits a roadblock in his research (though he finds him through different means since there's no shaman warning/prophecy). The only initial difference is that Bill is fully honest about the intention of the portal, because he has nothing to hide.

Bill is still a bit emotionally immature and jealous of Fiddleford but generally their relationship is much healthier. Ford still worships and puts Bill on a pedestal at first, but as they get closer over time he realizes that they're equals, kindred spirits. Bill delights in having someone and who finds his weirdness intriguing and endearing rather than being put off by it. They both love having someone they can relate to, someone on a similar level of intelligence, someone they never have to filter themselves around, and with all that in mind it's really inevitable that they fall for each other.

The portal is a success, and Ford makes a ton of money and earns his place in scientific history for his brilliant discovery, but credits Bill with half the workload since he can now prove Bill is, y'know, real and not a hallucination. People are still a bit weirded out by Bill and prefer the idea of a human success story, so as far as the press is concerned, it was 99% Stanford. Fiddleford is not credited at his own request, preferring to live a quiet life while knowing he helped make the world a bit better.

Fiddleford is still crushing hard on an oblivious Ford throughout the portal-building process like canon implies, but once the portal finished and Ford can introduce him to/explain his relationship with Bill, Fidds gracefully bows out and goes back to working on making personal computers and on focusing on his family. He and Ford are still good friends and regularly email and call each other which Bill hates but begrudgingly tolerates

Bill and his friends take a tour of the multiverse to decide where they want to settle, but Bill's thoughts keep drifting back to Stanford. Ford is also touring the multiverse for research purposes, which has disrupted their ability to communicate mentally, and Bill realizes how much he misses him. They both eventually go back to Dimension 46'\ and get married. Bill finds Earth a bit boring sometimes and occasionally goes on vacations to other dimensions with Ford and/or the Henchmaniacs, but "home" for him and Ford is always Gravity Falls.

Stanley calls Ford to congratulate him on his success and they reconnect, both apologizing for their fight. Ford finds out that Stanley is homeless and immediately hires him as his publicist since he's constantly being bombarded with interview requests and the like. Stanley ends up getting his own place in Gravity Falls to be closer to work and his brother.

Dipper and Mabel's parents are going through some Things™ and decide to send the twins off to live it up with their rich, successful Grunkle Ford for the summer. Gravity Falls is still weird but the twins now have a great uncle who actively encourages and assists them on all their weird supernatural and conspiratorial adventures. And, of course, their weird extradimensional triangle great-uncle-in-law is more than happy to help them cause some trouble and solve some mysteries too (Bill 10000% helped Mabel kidnap Sev'ral Timez and hide them from Ford, suggested using the Lilliputtians to cheat in her mini-golf game against Pacifica, etc.)

Stanley and his personal assistant Soos still make frequent appearances at Ford's house, and Wendy is also there (haven't quite figured out how she fits into this yet), so Dipper and Mabel are still close with all of them like in canon

Mabel still meets and becomes besties with Candy and Grenda, just under different circumstances.

Pacifica's parents initially contact Stanford to hire him to dispose of their ghost problem, but he passes it off to Dipper because he and Bill are going to visit Bill's parents in Euclydia. So NWMM/Pacifica's character development plays out mostly the same way as canon

Gideon still meets and becomes obsessed with Mabel, but without the journals as a source of power and motivation, he has no ambition to steal the Shack or means to almost kill Dipper. He's still kind of a stalker towards Mabel but a mostly harmless one- especially after Ford, Bill, and Stanley find out he's been bothering her and have a Friendly Chat with him.

The journals still exist, but they're not hidden, they're just chilling on Ford's bookshelf. He originally intended to publish them but forgot about it with all the hype around the portal. Ford gives them to Dipper to help out with the twins' adventures for when he's busy and can't go help them personally.

#long post #billford #gravity falls #gravity falls au #domesticated bill au #can u tell Ford is my fave character bc this AU is just “what if Ford had everything he ever wanted handed to him on a silver platter”)#these are all just initial ideas so everything is subject to change #i'm working on a fic for this but i'm hypercritical of my writing so i can't promise i'll actually post it lol

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yujateaandpi · 4 months ago

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Sooo just to clarify this isn't like the drifting stars au where Mable gets sucked into the portal duringthat one episode. Ford was in gravity falls for a bit of the summer until something happen??

Btw love your art can't way to cry to it!

No, and to those who keep asking, I want to make it very clear that I had no idea what the drifting stars au was before I drew the first page. This is brain soup pairing to the Don't Dimension It comic in the Lost Legends book when Mabel gets sucked into a leftover Weirdmaggedon rift to the multiverse. Except in this AU, Ford goes with her. They lollygag for a week of silly adventures trying to get back home, expecting that this is something they can scrapbook about before the summer ends. But when they return home... well.

#gravity falls #thirtymoreyearsau #yujateaasks

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tinfoil-jones · 2 months ago

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Tidbits/Facts from the "Tate Pines AU"

Total AU: Here

TLDR: Tate McGucket, originally "Tatum S. Pines" is an oops baby Fiddlestan kid concieved during Stan's drifter years, before Fiddleford was married to Emma-May. Years later Stan joins Ford and Fiddleford in the last few months of building the portal, and after Ford gets yeeted out of the dimension Fiddleford erases Stan and Tates memories of each other, and steals takes Tate because he's afraid Stan will become just like Ford.

Anyways, here's some facts or extra information that didn't make it to the main post:

Stan never ate a green M&M ever again, and he didn't know why. He didn't let anyone else have the green M&Ms either, so they always ended up tossed. (Eventually he let Soos have them)

Tate may have forgotten the entire first five years of his life - but the things he was taught in the streets never left him, it was just buried in his deep subconscious and muscle memory. Crime is his first instinct, and it became Fiddlefords problem. Some of the things Fiddleford and Emma-May have been called to the school for in regards to Tate include but are not limited to;

-Stealing teachers wallets (this was the hardest habit to break) -Hot wiring a car -Saying "oink oink" to the security officer because he mistook him for an actual cop -Black market stencil racketeering -Pyramid scheme involving hall way passes -Food aggression -Slamming his fists on the podium and saying "What are you, a cop?" When it was his turn on the Debate Team

Tate's a mama's boy, even after everything he loves Emma-May the most.

Stan holds no hard feeings for Emma-May, if anything he appreciates that she never treated Tate as anything other than her own.

While Stan was never able to get baby pictures of Tate due their vagabond lifestyle, there does exist one real photo of Tate as a baby; a mugshot from the Brewster County Police Department in Texas that depicts both Stan and a 1-year-old Tate. While it does show Tates name alongside Stan's, he was never charged for anything on account of literally being an infant. Besides his birth certificate, this is the only legal evidence that "Tatum S. Pines" ever existed.

Ford and Fiddlefords relationship eventually mends, but it takes time; Ford isn't exactly the most forgiving person.

Tatum being Fiddlefords son was something that Ford hadn't anticipated all of those years ago; when he was sequencing DNA and saw the similarities between Tate and Fiddleford, it did surprise him.

Stan made the right choice (best choice, given their circumstances) when he decided to treat Tate for pneumonia instead of himself. Tate wouldn't have survived, he didn't inherit the strong cockroach-like constitution of the Pines family.

If Dipper and Mabel come back to Gravity Falls, Tate would be want to get to know them better; but only if the twins want to.

Fiddleford and Emma-May's divorce was amicable this time around - they drifted apart and wanted different things in the latter half of their lives.

Tate's middle name did come from his uncle Stanford, but Stan denies it.

Tates love of fishing comes from Stan

Even with their half-romantic-half-antagonistic relationship, Stan rarely ever calls Fiddleford anything other than "McGucket". Partially, its out of habit, but mostly its him trying to mentally seperate his partner Old Man McGucket from the Fiddleford who betrayed him.

It took a full year for Tate to call Fiddleford anything other than "Fiddlesticks", but he took to calling Emma-May "Mama" right away. This is because, subconsciously, he knew he already had a dad.

Soos and Tate became close friends

#tate pines au #tate is a fiddlestan kid au #tate mcgucket #tater mcgucket #grunkle stan #stan pines #stanley pines #trans stan pines #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #old man mcgucket #protective ford pines #stanford pines #ford pines #grunkle ford #gravity falls #gravity falls au #au #fiddlestan

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━━━ 'CHAPTER ONE' [ETERNAL NIGHT]

SYNOPSIS ➢ the three musketeers seem to live in every dimension, but in this one theyre pretty and vampires.

PAIRING ➢ poly!enhypen x male!reader, sim jaehyun x male!reader, park sunghoon x male!reader, yang jungwon x male!reader

AU ➢ strangers-to-lovers au! x enemies-to-lovers au! x vampire au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; someone missing, sensual innuendo's, big angst, bit of embarrassment, past trauma, mentions of satanism, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

a gentle stir, a whispered voice, and the fragile threads of sleep snapped. "yah, is y/n-ie gonna sleep all night too?" the soft words drifted through the darkness, piercing the haze of slumber that shrouded your coffin. your glowing hazel eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the dimly lit corridors you shared with your two roommates, sunoo and woonggi. the air was heavy with the scent of old wood and the distant tang of blood. woonggi loomed over your coffin, his features etched with annoyance, his dark hair mussed from sleep. his eyes, piercing and intense, seemed to bore into yours. "hurry up, the moon's gonna be at its peak before you get dressed," he snapped, his foot connecting with the wooden lid of your resting place in a soft kick.

your gaze drifted to sunoo, who sat cross-legged on his own coffin, watching the exchange with an air of quiet amusement. his silken blonde hair cascaded down his neck like a river of night, and his eyes gleamed with subtle curiosity. you groaned, yawning as you sat up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes. the velvet-lined interior of your coffin creaked softly as you moved. "would you shut up already...?" your voice trailed off, heavy with the weight of waking. the darkness seemed to vibrate with woonggi's restless energy, while sunoo's calm presence anchored the space. outside, the night was young, and the moon's allure beckoned – a siren's call to the creatures of the night.

you swung your legs over the side of the coffin, standing up with a languid stretch. too tired to bend down, you shut the lid with a lazy kick of your foot, wary of succumbing to the cozy warmth within. sunoo's snicker cut through the quiet. "you're not even gonna fix the inside?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with amusement. "gosh, you never did shake off your caveman tendencies, huh?" he tutted, eyes fixed on his phone's camera as he smoothed his already-immaculate hair. the soft glow of the screen illuminated his chiseled features.

you rolled your eyes, exasperation etched on your face. "priorities, sunoo," you muttered, shaking your head. with a resigned sigh, you reopened the coffin and began to tidy the interior. slender fingers smoothed the soft silk sheets, and you fluffed the cushioned pillow that cradled your neck perfectly. as you worked, woonggi sauntered closer, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "someone's a little grumpy tonight," he teased, voice high yet husky. you softly closed the coffin, the wooden lid clicking shut with a hint of finality.

"i don't want to hear anything for the rest of the night," you warned, eyes narrowing at your roommates, who now stared at you with unabashed amusement. sunoo's lips curled into a sly smile. "oh, but the night's just beginning," he whispered, pocketing his phone. woonggi chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

woongi swept open the long, dark red drapes, unveiling a ceiling-tall window that framed the moon like a glowing crescent pendant. soft, silvery light spilled into the room, illuminating the space with an ethereal radiance. candles flickered to life along the walls, their warm, golden glow complementing the lunar illumination. "get dressed, we'll meet you in the quad," woonggi instructed, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of understanding. with a nod, he turned to leave, sunoo shadowing his steps. the two disappeared into the darkness beyond the room, leaving you alone amidst the soft, dancing flames.

the three of you had always been punctual and impeccably dressed, a habit honed from years of navigating eternal academy's intricate social hierarchy. but this meticulous presentation was no badge of honor – merely a survival tactic in a place where vulnerability was devoured.

your thoughts soured as the anniversary of your confinement loomed closer. nearly a decade had passed since your mother and aunt had abandoned you within these unforgiving walls. resentment simmered, a slow-burning fire that fueled your longing for freedom. yet, escape was a luxury denied. headmaster barnabus’s magical wards ensured that no student slipped beyond the academy's boundaries, their enchantments tightening like a noose around the grounds. only during the daylight hours did the spell's grip relax, but even then, the risks of departure were too dire to contemplate.

vampires, though powerful, weren't immune to sunlight's destructive touch. the memory of blistered skin and charred flesh made your stomach twist with dread. eternal academy might be a prison, but it was also a sanctuary – a twisted haven from the world's dangers. with a heavy sigh, you began to prepare for the night ahead, the weight of your past and present pressing upon you like the shadows that shrouded the room.

you moved with deliberate slowness, selecting a crisp white shirt and black trousers from your wardrobe. the familiar routine offered a semblance of control in a life dictated by the academy's rigid rules. as you dressed, your gaze drifted to the window, where the moon's gentle light seemed to mock your confinement. ten years. a decade of your life surrendered to this foreboding institution, with no end in sight. bitterness welled up, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. a glance in the mirror revealed a face both familiar and foreign – hazel eyes, sharp cheekbones, and skin pale from years of nocturnal existence. with a critical eye, you smoothed your hair, the locks falling obediently into place. a flicker of vanity, perhaps, but in eternal academy's cutthroat social landscape, appearances mattered.

satisfied with your reflection, you headed toward the quad, the soft click of your heeled shoes echoing through the deserted corridors. as you emerged into the quad, woongi and sunoo awaited, their faces illuminated by the moon's gentle beam. woonggi's eyes narrowed, his gaze scrutinizing your attire.

"presentable, for once," he teased, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. sunoo chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "let's not keep the headmaster waiting." together, the three of you strode toward the academy's central building, the night's mysteries waiting to unfold.

the central building's grand entrance loomed before you, its heavy wooden doors adorned with intricate carvings of crescent moons and stars. the symbol of eternal academy, a constant reminder of the institution's mystical legacy. as you pushed open the doors, a warm glow spilled out, beckoning you into the opulent foyer. crystal chandeliers refracted the light, casting rainbow hues across the polished marble floor.

as the doors swung open, a surge of students flooded into the auditorium, scrambling for seats among the scattered chairs. the room buzzed with hushed conversations and nervous laughter. professor barnabus, flanked by staff members on the stage, raised his hands, appealing for silence. the chatter gradually subsided, replaced by an expectant stillness. "welcome, students," the headmaster began, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "i'm sure you've all been hearing various rumors surrounding... shigeta harua's disappearance."

your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. shigeta harua? the name sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite place him. a younger student, barely nearing his first anniversary at eternal academy. memories resurfaced: a quiet, reserved boy with an unassuming smile. you'd seen him occasionally in the corridors, always keeping to himself. his disappearance had gone unnoticed by you, lost amidst the academy's chaotic rhythm. the headmaster's words cut through your thoughts. "i want to assure you that we're doing everything in our power to locate harua and ensure his safe return."

a murmur rippled through the crowd, fueled by concern and speculation. woonggi's gaze met yours, his expression serious. sunoo's eyes narrowed, his mind already racing with possibilities. "we understand that rumors can spread quickly," headmaster barnabus continued, "but i implore you: refrain from spreading unsubstantiated claims. we'll provide updates as more information becomes available." the headmaster's eyes swept the room, his gaze lingering on select students before moving on. "in the meantime, please report any information – no matter how insignificant it may seem – to your dormitory advisors or the staff."

the room remained tense, heavy with unspoken questions.

you leaned in close to woonggi, voice barely above a whisper. "did you know about this?" your eyes locked onto his, searching for any hint of prior knowledge.

woonggi's head shook subtly, his expression a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "i mean... i heard rumors he ran away during daylight," he whispered back, "but there's no way." his words trailed off, leaving the unspoken implication hanging in the air. escape during the day was unthinkable, a feat bordering on impossible. the magical wards surrounding eternal academy were designed to prevent exactly that.

your mind reeled with the implications. could it be true? had shigeta harua somehow breached the enchantments and survived the deadly sunlight? the very idea sent a hot air down your neck. sunoo, attentive to your conversation, leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "if he did escape, how did he manage it? and what's to say he's still... alive?" casting a shadow over the surrounding faces. students were whispering, their hushed conversations weaving a tapestry of speculation and fear. you scanned the room, noticing the varied reactions. some seemed genuinely concerned, while others appeared calculating, as if weighing the possibilities of escape.

professor barnabus’s voice cut through the murmurs, his eyes scanning the room with a mix of warning and reassurance. "let's focus on finding harua, rather than speculating about his disappearance. we'll keep you updated as the investigation unfolds." the headmaster's words did little to alleviate the tension.

"okay, gentlemen, onto better things," headmaster barnanus continued, his voice growing distant as your mind began to wander. "for those who haven't submitted their quarterly check-ins, you have until friday to turn them in..." the headmaster's words faded into a gentle hum, overshadowed by the nagging concern that refused to let go. a vampire gone missing? it was unthinkable. the founding mothers of eternal academy were notorious for their iron-clad grip on the vampire community.

your thoughts spiralled downward, lost in the implications. vampires disappearing didn't happen – not without severe consequences. the academy's founders had woven a complex web of surveillance and control, monitoring every whisper, every movement within the vampire world.

the mundane world remained blissfully unaware of the shadows lurking among them. eternal academy's secrets were sacrosanct, protected by ancient spells and ruthless determination. the very idea of a vampire vanishing gave you fear. woonggi's elbow nudged yours, a subtle reminder to focus. but your attention remained split, ears hearing the headmaster's words while your mind wrestled with the mystery. "...reminders will be sent to your dormitory advisors," headmaster barnabus droned on, "and please, do not hesitate to reach out if you have any concerns."

concerns? that was a gross understatement. shigeta harua's disappearance threatened the fragile balance between the vampire world and the human realm. eternal academy's carefully constructed facade was at risk of crumbling. sunoo's gaze met yours, his eyes narrowed in unspoken understanding. the three of you shared a bond forged from years of navigating the academy's treacherous politics. and now, a missing vampire had thrown everything into chaos.

"also, white day is coming up!" professor barnabus announced, a wistful smile spreading across his face. his eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in nostalgia. "i remember when it was around this time... many would bring each other candy, gifts, confessions..." a hint of melancholy crept into his voice, and he sighed, the sound barely audible. "although, i never did get one from anyone i liked..." the headmaster's gaze drifted off, his thoughts momentarily elsewhere.

sunoo and woonggi exchanged a knowing glance with you, their expressions skeptical. you shrugged, sharing their unspoken sentiment: what was the point of white day in a place like eternal academy? the holiday, meant to celebrate relationships and affection, felt hollow within the academy's cold walls. here, alliances were forged from necessity, not sentiment.

professor barnabus snapped back to the present, his smile forced. "anyways! i'm sure many of you are looking forward to it. a small reminder: please keep gifts discreet and within reason. we wouldn't want... misunderstandings."

the headmaster's eyes swept the room, his gaze lingering on select students. his warning was clear: no displays of affection, no overt gestures. eternal academy's strict rules governed even the smallest aspects of life. sunoo leaned back in his chair, his expression neutral. woonggi's eyes sparkled with mischief, but he said nothing. you simply shook your head, already dismissing the thought of white day.

the assembly concluded, and students began to file out of the auditorium. you stood, stretching your legs and exchanging a look with sunoo and woonggi.

"white day, huh?" woonggi said, his voice squeeking with excitement. "who'd have thought the headmaster was a romantic?" sunoo snorted. "please, he's just nostalgic for a time when he wasn't stuck running this prison." you chuckled, falling into step beside them. "either way, it's just another excuse for the academy to pretend we're normal." as you exited the auditorium, the cool evening air enveloped you, carrying the scent of damp stone and old books. eternal academy's gothic spires loomed above, casting long shadows across the grounds.

woongi flashed a flirtatious smile at a passing student, his eyes sparkling with mischief. the recipient of his attention blushed, stumbling over his own feet as he hurried away. woongi chuckled, rejoining you and sunoo with an air of nonchalance. "have any idea on what your white day plans are?" woonggi inquired, his tone innocent.

you raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across your face. "you mean 'who' your white day plans are?" you retorted, voice laced with amusement. sunoo snickered, his shoulder brushing against yours as he leaned in. he covered his mouth, attempting to stifle his laughter. woonggi rolled his eyes good-naturedly, "oh please." but sunoo wouldn't let up. his laughter grew louder, more uninhibited. "what? come on, you should change your name to 'casanova' by now," he teased, arm linking with yours as you descended the stairs into the garden section behind your dorm building.

the evening air enveloped you, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of crickets. "you're just jealous of my charm." sunoo grinned, his eyes sparkling. "well, sorry but someone needs to keep you in check." you smiled, enjoying the easy banter between your friends. but amidst the laughter, a nagging thought persisted: shigeta harua's disappearance remained unsolved, a shadow looming over your carefree moments.

as you strolled through the garden, the sound of running water grew louder. a small fountain bubbled in the center, surrounded by intricately carved stone benches. woonggi plopped down on a bench, patting the space beside him. "join me, my fellow incubuses, and let's discuss our white day strategies." you attempted to hold back a sigh but raised an eyebrow instead. woonggi was always into the idea of being a sensual demon, however all of you were different demons of the night. "you mean your strategies for snagging gifts from multiple admirers?"

woonggi winked. "perhaps." you settled onto a weathered rock, facing your friends with a hint of amusement. "seems like you've got your plan," you said, a small smile playing on your lips. "now we can talk about literally anything else." woonggi's expression transformed, his eyes widening in mock offense. he clutched his heart, his voice dripping with drama. "i'm sorry, we haven't gone over your plan, actually." sunoo snickered, producing a lipstick from his pocket. he began to reapply, his gaze locked onto yours. "we gotta get you over heeseung already," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

your annoyance flared, simmering just below the surface. "i hate that you guys keep saying that," you snapped, your words crisp and final. "i told you a million times, i'm over him. plus, it was just a summer fling, and we both knew that." the air seemed to vibrate with your emphasis, a clear warning to drop the subject. woonggi's expression softened, his teasing grin faltering. sunoo, however, remained nonchalant, capping his lipstick with a flourish.

"just making sure," sunoo said, tucking the lipstick away. "you know we're only looking out for you." the tension dissipated, replaced by a familiar sense of camaraderie. but you knew your friends wouldn't let the topic die easily. heeseung's name still lingered, a ghostly presence in your relationships. woonggi leaned forward, his voice conspiratorial. "so, who's on your white day radar?" you raised an eyebrow, wary of another heeseung-related jab. but woonggi's expression remained innocent, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"no one," you replied, your tone firm. "i'm not interested in playing games this year." sunoo chuckled, shaking his head. "you're no fun." woonggi grinned mischievously. "come on, it's white day. everyone gets a little something. even if it's just a friendly gesture."

you sighed, knowing your close friends wouldn't relent. "fine. if someone catches my eye, i'll consider it.” sunoo's eyes then sparkled. "that's the spirit!" as you conversed, the garden's tranquility enveloped you.

"anyways," woonggi said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he dipped his hand into the fountain's crystal-clear waters behind him. the soft glow of the garden's lanterns danced across his face, accentuating his sly smile. "we all know who's rejection record is gonna be high once again this year." with a swift motion, woonggi splashed sunoo, who let out a startled screech. water droplets clung to sunoo's eyelashes as he glared at woonggi, his fangs bared in a playful snarl. "i swear i'll stake you, you idiot!"

you couldn't contain yourself, covering your mouth to stifle your laughter. the sound of your muffled giggles blended with the gentle burble of the fountain. "it is true," you managed to choke out, your eyes watering from holding back. sunoo turned to you, his gaze momentarily piercing. his irises seemed to shimmer in the dim light, like polished onyx. "why don't you try accepting someone's confession this year? you never know, maybe it'll make your heart actually beat again." the words stung, but sunoo knew you didn't mean harm. your concern was genuine, hidden beneath your teasing exterior.

however, woonggi and you erupted into laughter, your hyena-like cackles echoing through the garden. the sound sent a flutter through the nearby bird sanctuary, and a soft chorus of nocturnal birds responded, their melodic trills weaving into your laughter. sunoo rolled his eyes, standing up with an air of mock indignation. his slender fingers brushed water droplets from his jacket, the movement fluid and elegant. "so funny," he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "i'll have you both know that i actually do plan on accepting someone's confession this year."

the declaration caught you off guard, and your laughter faltered. woonggi's eyes sparkled with intrigue, his brow arched in curiosity. "oh? and who's the lucky victim?" sunoo's smile was enigmatic, his lips curling upward like a whispered secret. "you'll just have to wait and see." with that, he turned and strode away, leaving you and woonggi exchanging curious glances. the sound of his footsteps faded into the night, swallowed by the shadows.

"looks like someone's got a secret," woonggi whispered, his eyes still shining with mirth. you shook your head, chuckling. "only sunoo would make accepting a confession sound like a revenge plot." as you watched sunoo disappear into the darkness, you yawned once again.

"come on, let's catch up," you sighed, your voice carrying across the tranquil garden. you motioned to sunoo, who was walking away with confident strides, his slender figure silhouetted against the warm glow of the high moon. you stood up from the weathered rock, brushing off the lingering warmth. a faint scent of blooming flowers clung to your clothes as you patted your pants clean. the gentle rustle of leaves accompanied your movements, a soothing melody that filled the evening air.

woonggi fell into step beside you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "yah, you brat!" he called out to sunoo, his voice echoing through the garden. "wait up!" sunoo paused, turning back to face you both with an expectant smile. his eyes crinkled at the corners, and his light hair was mussed, as if he'd been running his hands through it. sunoo held open the massive wooden door to the dining hall, its intricate carvings depicting scenes of mythological creatures. the door creaked on its hinges, revealing a warm, golden light that spilled out into the evening.

"after you," woonggi said, gesturing for you to enter. his smile was gracious, but his eyes gleamed with mischief, hinting at secrets yet to be shared. as you stepped into the dining hall, the sounds of lively chatter and clinking silverware enveloped you. the air was thick with the aroma of raw meats and freshly poured blood.

sunoo led the way, navigating through the crowded tables with ease. you followed, your eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. the dining hall was a hub of social activity, where alliances were forged and gossip spread like wildfire. woonggi leaned in, his voice low. "they better not have the same thing as last week.” you smiled, your eyes locked onto sunoo's swaying back. “the day they actually serve us mundies, ill walk in the sun." you smirk.

woonggi chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "looks like you’ll burst into flames then.." the vampire-specific menu was a running joke among your friends. while the academy catered to various supernatural dietary needs, the options often left much to be desired. as you reached the food line, the chef, a stout dwarf with a bushy beard, greeted you with a warm smile. "tonight's specials: dragon's breath chicken and shadow steak."

sunoo raised an eyebrow. "shadow steak? sounds ominous." woonggi grinned. "that's just code for 'we ran out of regular meat'." you playfully rolled your eyes. "you're such a cynic." the line moved forward, and you selected your meal, exchanging banter with the chef as he loaded your plate. as you made your way to your empty table, you spotted shiloh sitting across the room, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment.

you hesitated before sending a small, sympathetic smile towards him, who sat alone at a nearby table. but instead of acknowledging your gesture, he looked away, his forehead thudding onto the wooden surface. shiloh was always by himself, his isolation a self-imposed exile. he never mingled with his peers, preferring the solitude.

rumors swirled around shiloh's unique abilities – he could see and communicate with ghouls, creatures invisible to the rest of the world. but this gift came with a crippling curse: he couldn't turn it off. the constant barrage of ghostly whispers and visions had driven him to the academy, seeking refuge and understanding. you felt a pang of sorrow for shiloh, but experience had taught you to respect his boundaries. he didn't crave company, and your attempts at friendship had been met with resistance. just as you turned back to your friends, a sudden elbow jabbed you from behind, sending you stumbling forward. but before you could fall, the same hands caught you, steadying you.

"sorry, darling, didn't see you there," a low, southern drawl apologized, the voice dripping with honey. you turned to face yoon hyunwoo, one of the youngest scions of the influential yoon family. his long blonde hair was swept behind one ear, revealing piercing grey eyes that sparkled with amusement.

as you met his gaze, a small smirk played on your lips. "maybe actually use your eyes to look," you suggested, your tone laced with playful sarcasm. yoon hyunwoo's entourage gathered around him, their designer-clad bodies forming a semi-circle as they assessed you, sunoo, and woonggi. their gazes lingered, weighing your worth.

sunoo's eyes narrowed, his expression wary. woonggi, however, grinned, seemingly entertained by the sudden attention. "hyunwoo, always graceful," woonggi quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm. yoon hyunwoo chuckled, his smile flashing. "and always apologized for, courtesy of my charming friends." the tension dissipated, replaced by an air of cautious camaraderie. but you sensed underlying currents, the intricate dance of alliances and rivalries that defined eternal academy's social hierarchy.

yoon hyunwoo's gaze lingered on you, his expression thoughtful. his piercing grey eyes seemed to bore into your soul, as if searching for secrets. "i didn't know you were friends with sunoo and woonggi," he said, his tone neutral. "we're more like acquaintances who tolerate each other," woonggi joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief, his grin flashing. his lean figure relaxed against the table, exuding a casual air.

sunoo shot woonggi a dry look, his light eyebrows arching. "that's accurate," he said, his deep voice laced with sarcasm. you chuckled, shaking your head, your hair swishing. "we're a package deal, unfortunately," you added, your smile wry. yoon hyunwoo's smile widened, his perfect fangs gleaming. "well, i suppose that's interesting. maybe i'll join you for lunch sometime," he suggested, his tone light, but his eyes gleaming with intrigue.

the invitation hung in the air, weighted with implications. yoon hyunwoo's social circle rarely intersected with yours. his family's influence and wealth were legendary, their name whispered in awe.

suddenly, hyunwoo's eyes looked above your head, his gaze locking onto something - or someone - behind you. his expression transformed, his eyes narrowing into a glare. before you could ask what was wrong, a cluster of boys joined your table, their faces set in identical scowls, all directed at hyunwoo.

you recognized them as heeseung's friends, their athletic builds and arrogant swagger unmistakable. heeseung's crew had a reputation for being ruthless, their loyalty to their leader unwavering. you turned around, already annoyed, and found heeseung standing behind you, his head held high, his chin tilted upward. his green eyes sparkled with triumph. "sorry, looks like there won't be much room," heeseung said, his voice dripping with condescension, as he gestured to his friends occupying the empty spots at the table.

woonggi whispered-whined, "what a cockblock," under his breath, while sunoo pouted and nodded in agreement. their disgruntled expressions mirrored your own. heeseung's family, the lees, had a long-standing rivalry with the yoon family, fueled by ancient grudges and competing interests. but that had nothing to do with you. why was heeseung inserting himself into your conversation?

"hm," hyunwoo said, his voice laced with fake calm, his eyes flashing with irritation. his fingers drummed against the table, a subtle sign of tension. you rolled your eyes at heeseung, his smug expression grating on your nerves. "and youre here because..?" you asked, your tone laced with annoyance. heeseung's smile widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. "just ensuring the right company, that's all." you turned back to hyunwoo, whose gaze remained fixed on heeseung, his expression inscrutable. "looks like the table isnt full to me," hyunwoo said, his voice neutral, but his eyes conveying a different message. the air was thick with tension, the rivalry between heeseung and hyunwoo insufferable.

"can you guys not?" sunoo called out, his voice laced with frustration, as he didn't even bother to look up from his task. he was too focused on meticulously fixing woonggi's eyebrow makeup, his slender fingers moving with precision.

"y/n isn't into guys who like to start fights, ya know?" sunoo added, his tone matter-of-fact, though his words carried a hint of playful teasing. the nonchalant comment had an unexpected effect. both hyunwoo and heeseung relaxed visibly, their postures easing as they took a step back. hyunwoo's gaze lingered on you, his expression softening. heeseung, too, seemed to unwind, his jaw unclenching. although the words were a lie, you loved a man who'd kill for you, but now wasn't the time for territorial disputes. you weren't either of theirs, and you wouldn't be swayed by their rivalry.

"how about i catch you later today, hm?" you said to hyunwoo casually, aiming to keep the peace. your tone was light, but your eyes conveyed a deeper message: let's not escalate this. hyunwoo's smile returned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "sounds like a plan," he said, his voice low and smooth.

heeseung nodded curtly, his expression still wary, but his anger seemed to have dissipated. woonggi, now sporting perfectly groomed eyebrows, flashed you a grateful smile. "thanks for defusing that, y/n," he whispered. sunoo patted woonggi's cheek. "all part of the service," he quipped while taking credit for your work. the moment passed, but the undercurrents remained. you sensed that this wasn't the last confrontation between hyunwoo and heeseung.

you turned back around, your movements crisp with irritation, and grasped your lunch tray. you sidestepped heeseung, deliberately avoiding eye contact, and settled into your seat beside woonggi. the scraping of your chair against the floor seemed amplified in the tense silence.

"oh devil, you just don't know how to mind your business, do you?" you asked rhetorically, your voice low and venomous, with a hint of a hiss. your anger simmered, fueled by heeseung's brazen claim on you in front of hyunwoo – a potential love interest – and, more infuriatingly, in front of a new potential boytoy.

heeseung's group member, diagonal from you, spoke up, his mouth full of raw meat. his obnoxious chomping seemed designed to grate on your nerves. "oh come on, he was just protecting you," he said, his tone dripping with condescension.

another group member, seated beside sunoo, chimed in, sipping his goat blood with an air of superiority. "no yeah, he definitely was. plus, why would you wanna hang with those pure-blooded-jerks anyways?" his tone implied that hyunwoo's faction was beneath yours. sunoo's expression twisted in disgust. "i'm sorry, who are you?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain, his eyes scanning the speaker as if searching for any other flaws.

"thank you," you said simply, your gratitude aimed at sunoo's defense. woonggi rolled his eyes, exasperation written across his face. "you men know nothing," he muttered, shaking his head. with a flick of his wrist, woonggi tossed a piece of meat at the peer in front of him, who winked in response. the casual exchange seemed a deliberate contrast to the tension between heeseung's group and yours.

heeseung let out a deep sigh, his eyes never leaving yours, before settling into the chair across from you. his movements were deliberate, a silent refusal to back down.

"you can all leave now, we didn't want company," you said, forcing a bright, artificial smile onto your face. your tone was sugary sweet, but laced with venom. heeseung's gaze narrowed, his eyes flashing with understanding. "didn't seem like that a minute ago," he spoke, his voice low and even, his words dripping with innuendo. he was unmistakably referencing hyunwoo's brief interaction with you. you dropped your fork, the clatter echoing through the tense silence, and leaned forward, your elbows on the table. your eyes locked onto heeseung's, your expression innocent, almost childlike.

"my apologies, i meant your company," you clarified, your tone dripping with saccharine sweetness. "did that get through your head this time?" you asked, your voice infused with mock patience, as if speaking to a stubborn child. woonggi and sunoo exchanged a look, their faces mirroring each other's amusement. they couldn't help but giggle at heeseung's reaction, their snickers like sparks to dry kindling. heeseung's face darkened, his jaw clenched, as his friends shifted uncomfortably beside him. their eyes darted between you and heeseung, sensing the escalating tension.

"oh, he’s kinda hot when he’s angry," woonggi whispered, his voice barely audible, but his eyes shining with mirth. sunoo's chuckle was more subdued, but his grin remained, a silent endorsement of your verbal jab. heeseung's gaze never wavered, his eyes burning with intensity. "you're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, his voice low, his tone a mixture of fascination and irritation.

"quite the opposite," you said, your voice low and even, your eyes menacingly locked onto heeseung's. the sweetness from moments before had vanished, replaced by a glacial intensity. heeseung's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of surprise danced in his eyes. he hadn't expected your tone to darken so swiftly. woonggi's and sunoo's giggles ceased, their faces sobering as they sensed the escalating tension. the air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken threats.

"then why toy with me?" heeseung asked, his voice laced with curiosity, his eyes never leaving yours. his tone implied a deeper understanding, a hidden dynamic between you two.

"i'm not toying with you, heeseung," you replied, your voice dripping with venom. "i'm warning you. stay out of my business." heeseung's smile was slow, deliberate. "or what?" he challenged, his eyes glinting with amusement. the table seemed to shrink, the space between you and heeseung shrinking to nothing. the unspoken threat hung like a guillotine, poised to drop. woonggi shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between you and heeseung. "y/n, maybe—"

"no," you cut in, your gaze never leaving heeseung's. "he wants to play games? fine." the silence was oppressive, heavy with anticipation.

the lights above the table began flickering continuously, like a stuttering heartbeat, as you rose from your seat. the air seemed to vibrate with electricity, heavy with anticipation. you clenched your fists at your sides, your knuckles whitening. dark blue electric volts crackled to life, sparking from your fingertips like miniature lightning bolts. the sparks danced across the table, casting eerie shadows on the faces around you. "lets play." you whisper.

your eyes transformed, shifting from their natural color to an unnerving, radiant deep blue. the glow intensified, illuminating the surrounding faces with an otherworldly light. woonggi's and sunoo's eyes widened in horror as they stared at you, their faces drained of color. "fuck!" woonggi exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper.

heeseung's expression remained calm, but his eyes flashed with a mixture of fascination and wariness. his gaze locked onto yours, his pupils constricting as if shielding himself from the intensity of your glow. "y/n, stop!" sunoo urged, his voice trembling, as he reached out a cautious hand. but you didn't respond. your focus remained fixed on heeseung, your electrically charged fists trembling with restraint. the sparks escalated, arcing across the table like wild, blue tendrils. the air crackled with energy, the hairs on the back of your arms standing on end.

heeseung's friends recoiled, their faces pale, as they sensed the building storm. heeseung, however, remained seated, his eyes never leaving yours. suddenly, two pair of hands clamped onto your shoulders, their grip like vice clamps, forcing your eyes to revert to their natural color. the flickering lights ceased, plunging the table into a comfortable silence.

the hands pushed you back down into your seat, their pressure relentless. you felt a surge of frustration, but before you could react, a low, smooth voice intervened. "let's not start a scene, fellas. hm?" jay said, his tone even, but laced with a hint of warning. jay's face came into view, his features chiseled, his eyes a piercing brown. heeseung's best friend and right-hand man, jay exuded an aura of calm authority. heeseung's gaze never wavered from yours, his expression unreadable. but jay's presence seemed to have stayed his hand, for now.

woonggi and sunoo exchanged uneasy glances, their faces still pale from the sudden display of your powers. "y/n, you okay?" woonggi asked, his voice barely above a whisper. you nodded, still feeling the residual tension. jay's grip on your shoulders eased, but his hands remained, a subtle reminder of his intervention. jay's gaze flicked to heeseung, a silent communication passing between them. "let's take a walk, guys," jay suggested, his tone measured.

heeseung nodded, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment before he stood up, his movements fluid. "let’s," he said, his voice dripping with promise. as heeseung and jay walked away, their entourage following closely, the tension dissipated, leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake. sunoo spoke up, his eyes still widened in awe. "what a man," he sighed dreamily, clearly impressed by jay's effortless display of strength. meanwhile, you sat motionless, your head bowed, staring blankly at your lap. your mind reeled from the confrontation, emotions swirling like a maelstrom.

woonggi and sunoo exchanged concerned glances, noticing your vacant expression. "yah y/n-ah, don't worry about it," woonggi coaxed, his voice gentle. sunoo nodded in agreement, his dreamy expression replaced by concern. "yeah, don't let heeseung get to you. you know how he is." your reputation for struggling to separate your emotions from your abilities was well-known. whispers of your volatile powers and fragile control had circulated, making you a subject of both fascination and wariness. "y/n, you good?" woonggi asked, his voice laced with worry.

you slowly lifted your head, your eyes focusing on your friends. a faint smile crossed your lips, an attempt to reassure them. but woonggi's gaze lingered, sensing the turmoil beneath your surface. "let's get out of here, okay?" he suggested. sunoo nodded vigorously. "yeah, let's grab some fresh air. forget about heeseung and his drama." with a gentle nudge from woonggi, you stood up, letting your friends guide you away from the tense atmosphere. as you walked, the murmurs of the cafeteria patrons followed, their whispers like a constant hum.

"did you see that? y/n's lost control again..."

"heeseung's really asking for it, messing with y/n..."

your ears burned, but you kept moving, surrounded by your friends' comforting presence. as you walked out of the cafeteria with woonggi and sunoo, the cool air slapped you in the face, snapping you back to reality. the sounds of clinking dishes, murmured conversations, and muted laughter receded into the background, replaced by the pounding of your heart. your emotions still simmered, a cauldron of frustration, anger, and helplessness threatening to boil over. you felt like a ticking time bomb, waiting to unleash destruction.

"hey, y/n-ah, you okay?" woonggi asked again, his brow furrowed with concern, his voice laced with a gentle urgency. you nodded, forcing a smile onto your face, a fragile mask hiding the turmoil within. "yeah, i'm fine. just... needed to calm down." but your mind screamed otherwise. you were a danger to those around you, a liability waiting to happen. the memories haunted you: shattered lights, scorched walls, and the terrified faces of those you cared about. the weight of your responsibilities crushed you, making your lungs constrict.

sunoo couldn't contain his excitement, his eyes sparkling like diamonds in the afternoon sunlight. "oh devil, did you see jay's moves back there? so smooth," he mimicked jay's gestures, his hands swooping through the air with exaggerated flair. "the way he stepped in, calmed the situation." woonggi chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "sunoo's got a crush," he teased, his voice laced with humor.

you couldn't help but smile, your earlier tension forgotten in the face of sunoo's infectious enthusiasm. the warm sunlight and gentle breeze seemed to amplify his excitement. "i think sunoo's more interested in jay's biceps than his strength," you joked, nudging sunoo playfully. sunoo playfully shoved you, your laughter echoing through the campus quad. "shut up! it's not just about the physical stuff. jay's got, charisma." you watched the exchange, feeling a sense of normalcy wash over you. for a moment, the worries about your powers and heeseung's provocations faded into the background, replaced by the simple joy of friendship.

"you know, sunoo," woonggi said, "jay's not just about looks and strength. he's been by heeseung's side for years, and that says a lot about his loyalty and dedication." sunoo's eyes sparkled with curiosity, his interest piqued. "oh? what do you mean?" he asked, leaning in, his voice barely above a whisper.

"jay's more than just a pretty face or a skilled fighter," you chimed in to explain, your expression serious. "he's heeseung's right-hand man, his strategist. he's the one who keeps heeseung in check." sunoo nodded, intrigued, his mind racing with possibilities. "i knew it. there's depth to him." as you continued walking, sunoo's gushing about jay turned into a lively discussion about the intricacies of heeseung's group and their dynamics. the campus buildings seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the complex web of alliances and rivalries.

the three of you strolled through the corridors of eternal academy, a prestigious victorian-era institution with ornate stone walls, stained glass windows, and sweeping staircases. the soft murmur of conversations, the creaking of wooden floorboards, and the occasional chime of a clock echoed through the halls. you listened, smiling, as the conversation meandered through topics like favorite books, upcoming exams, and the latest gossip. just as sunoo was launching into a dramatic retelling of jay's heroics, a small, crystal-like bell rang out loudly through the hallways, its clear tone piercing the air. the sound signaled the start of the first class of the day.

"ah, time to face the grind," woonggi sighed, shouldering his backpack. sunoo groaned, his enthusiasm momentarily dampened. "ugh, i have professor everwood's law-abiding class. wish me luck." you checked your schedule, a neatly printed card tucked into your pocket. "i've got professor thackery’s vampirism history lecture. see you two later?" woonggi nodded. "yeah, meet at the usual spot."

sunoo waved, already hurrying off toward his classroom. "good luck, y/n! don't let professor thackery bore you to tears!" as you parted ways, the corridors filled with students rushing to their respective classes. the atmosphere shifted from leisurely to hectic, the air thickening with anticipation. you quickened your pace, joining the flow of students streaming toward their destinations.

you slipped into professor thackery’s history lecture, taking a seat near the back of the dimly lit classroom. the air was thick with the scent of old books and dusty chalk. professor thackery, a bespectacled man with wispy gray hair, stood at the front, surveying the room with a keen gaze. his eyes twinkled behind wire-rimmed spectacles.

"welcome, students, to today's discussion on the implications of the industrial revolution on mundane and vampiric society," he began, his voice low and soothing. as he launched into the lecture, you pulled out your notebook and began scribbling notes. professor thackery’s words painted vivid pictures of smoke-filled factories, bustling cities, and the struggles of the working class. your mind wandered briefly, drifting back to the confrontation with heeseung and jay's intervention. but professor thackery's engaging narrative drew you back in. you couldnt help but wonder if hyunwoo had seen your little outrageous scene.

as the lecture progressed, professor thackery posed thought-provoking questions, encouraging debate among the students. discussions erupted around you, with classmates sharing insights and perspectives. you participated hesitantly, your thoughts still lingering on the events of the day. but as the discussion deepened, your engagement grew. "what do you think, y/n?" professor thackery asked, his eyes locking onto yours.

you hesitated, collecting your thoughts before responding. "uh, yes. uh, i-i mean i think the industrial revolution highlighted the tension between progress and social responsibility." professor thackery nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. "excellent point, y/n. the interplay between technological advancement and social conscience is indeed crucial." the lecture concluded, leaving you feeling invigorated and intellectually stimulated.

as you packed up your belongings, your gaze drifted across the room, taking in the familiar faces of your classmates. but one desk caught your attention - the empty seat on the right side of the room. first-year student, yechan, was noticeably absent. his desk, usually cluttered with colorful pens and scribbled notes, lay bare and untouched.

"professor," you asked, your voice low, "is yechan alright?”

professor thackery's expression turned somber. "ah, yes. yechanie... he’s been struggling to adapt. the headmaster has taken him under his wing for special guidance." you nodded, understanding the euphemism. "special guidance" often meant intensive counseling, or worse, reevaluation for expulsion. but expulsion wasn't truly possible. once you entered eternal academy, the only way to leave was if the headmaster deemed you ready to rejoin mundane society. the academy's motto echoed in your mind: "in perpetuum, donec mundus paratus" - forever, until the world is ready.

you felt a chill run down your spine. yechan’s absence was a stark reminder of the academy's true nature - a sanctuary, a prison, or both? "excuse me, professor," you said, gathering your thoughts. "i'll make sure to keep up with my work." professor thackery nodded, his eyes piercing. "see that you do, y/n. we wouldn't want anyone to... lose their way." the unspoken warning hung in the air, a reminder of the academy's unwritten rules.

you left the classroom, lost in thought. what had happened to yechan? was he truly struggling, or was there more to the story? the empty desk lingered in your mind, a haunting symbol of the academy's mysterious inner workings.

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wow-its-me · 4 months ago

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My TikTok has been taken over by different versions of a “drifting stars” AU, so here’s my version of that, that I think could actually work within the show

“Gruncle Stan, I trust you”

A man steps trough the portal as Mable is pulled in, knocking them both back into the other dimension before the portal closes

After a moment of quiet, Dipper starts to yell at Stan, asking him questions, implying that Stan somehow knew this would happen and didn’t care about the end of the world

Stan remarks that this is why he needed the kids to stay out of the way, he’s already back by the portal trying to work on getting it open again

Dipper goes to look at it, accuse is Gruncle some more, but he feels a hand on his shoulder. Soos asks him to go upstairs, worried that it isn’t safe down here.

Dipper goes to his room, Soos sleeps on the couch that night

1st drifting stars episode

Mable is immediately attacked by some sort of monster, Ford steps in to save her, Mable is able to help with some quick creative thinking

Early the next morning, Stan checks in on Dipper, who’s flipped from angry to worried. Stan apologizes and reassures him that it isn’t his fault, he’ll answer any question he has.

Soos, Stan, and Dipper sit around the table while Ford and Mable sit around a firepit

And this is where we get a tale of two Stan’s! Bouncing back between Ford and Stan’s perspective

A few days have gone by.

Ford is getting increasingly annoyed with Mable, which makes sense because he hasn’t been around anyone in 30 years, now he’s responsible for a 12 year old.

Mable thinks Ford thinks she’s not capable, the two go on a mission to get a part for something Fords building, Mable uses this opportunity to try to prove herself. It ends with them saving the day, learning to trust each other

Meanwhile in Gravity Falls, Dipper is becoming depressed and obsessed with getting his sister back. He’s wearing a sweater she made for him. Stan, very worried about him, sends him on a nonsense task with Soos, and Wendy (who had stopped by the shack to ask why it’s been closed)

Through this task Dipper thinks Stan is going to send him back to California, it ends with them having a conversation about it, and deciding what to tell his parents

Ford finally tells Mabel his plans for getting the two back to Gravity Falls, and what they need to do to make it happen.

Uh-oh a monster/bill?? steps in and tries to mess it up. They’re able to get away. Mable is injured (not badly) and finally has to face that she isn’t safe anymore, and she has no idea when she’ll get home. She has a bit of a breakdown, and Ford tries to comfort her

One/both of Dipper and Mabel’s parents show up in gravity falls, worried that one of their children has gone missing. Dipper tries to convince them that he needs to stay, which only worries them more.

It ends with them deciding it would be worse to try to take him away from the support system he has in this town

They don’t stay, but they’ll be closer by if needed

Oceans 11 style heist. Stan and Dipper get the help from the people of gravity falls to help them steal more radioactive materials (Wendy, Soos, Robbie, Candy and Grenda, Mcgucket, Lazy Susan, Pacifica, Shmebulock)

Meanwhile Mable and Ford deal with a more lighthearted interdimensional monster

Some more plot but by the end of the episode they get the portal open, with efforts by all four of them

Mabel steps through holding fords hand

The argument between Stan and Ford is put on hold as they reunite with Mable

She hugs Dipper first, and she’s quite, really quiet.

They all sleep in the living room that night

Except for Ford, who stays in the basement

A plot - Dipper and Mable both want everything to go back to how it was, so they take the journal into the woods and try to have a classic adventure. In the end they learn that they can’t just ignore everything they went through, and it’s clear that neither of them are the same as before. They find the importance of talking about their feelings

B plot- Stan and Ford have the fight they did in the original show… they do not come to the conclusions that their younger counterparts did

C plot- Wendy and Soos set up a welcome home party for Mable (and Ford)

(Then it goes into the d&d&d episode)

#gravity falls #drifting stars au #dipper pines #mabel pines #stanford pines #stanley pines

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starrypockets · 2 months ago

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Thinking about how perfectly a PacRim au would work with stancest (heavy PacRim spoilers below the cut)

Stan and Ford find out they're drift compatible due to being twins, and they enlist into the program to get away from Filbrick and because it carries that sweet taste of adventure and glory they always craved as kids. They get to the program, run some simulators and some bo staff fights, lo and behold, they're exceptionally compatible by all known projections (wonder why. couldn't possibly have anything to do with their deeply repressed and undying love for each other combined with their shared memories growing up together. nah.)

Here they also meet and befriend Fiddleford, an engineer working on the Jaeger program. Things go great for a while, until Ford starts expressing desire to study the Kaiju, veering dangerously close to idolizing them for their biologically perfect design. Stan is vehemently against this and only wants to focus on killing them. They have a huge fight and they both get kicked out of the Jaeger program.

Stan fucks off and learns to make a living chasing kaiju landfalls and selling off uncannily convincing fake Kaiju parts and materials at obscene prices to whatever Kaiju groupies roll through town in the wake of destruction to worship their "gods." (They remind too fucking much of Ford.) He pockets enough for himself and donates the rest to the victims of the attacks.

This goes on for a few years, until a Kaiju attack obliterates his hometown and kills his parents, brother, and sister in law. Leaving only their 2 young children, only 7 years old. Twins. Dipper and Mabel Pines. (Yes I'm screwing with the timeline here. It will happen again.) He doesn't have any other way to make a living, and they don't have anyone else to go to. So Stan sells El Diablo, uses the money to buy a junk RV, fixes it up, and takes the twins with him on a cross country adventure of heroic conning. Along the way, they encounter Soos, Wendy, Candy, Grenda, and the rest.

In the meantime, Ford works with Fiddleford to develope a pons that can allow him to drift with a recently dead kaiju. It takes a few years, but they finally create it. (By this time Ford has become the highest knowledge of Kaiju biology in the world, and Fiddleford is leading the entire Jaeger engineering program.)

They drift together.

For Ford, it's ecstasy, euphoria, sublime, righteous. Finally he has been proven right, finally he knows why all the Kaiju tissue samples are genetically identical, finally he knows that there is a higher being behind the Kaiju. And that higher beings name is Bill. (Not really. His name would be impossible for any human mind to comprehend, drift or no. But Bill is a good enough substitute.) And Bill explains [insert Bill's offer here].

Unfortunately, Ford and Fiddleford's minds and memories weren't very compatible to begin with, much less with an dead alien brain from another dimension in the mix, and as the weakest willed of the 3, Fiddleford suffers permanent brain damage and amnesia.

The strength of that drift with Bill allows for them to experience ghost drifting, aka drifting during dreams. Bill teaches Ford how to make an upgraded version of the pons with less risk, and how to preserve a Kaiju specimen indefinitely so as to drift with him over and over again. The repeated drifts build a permanent neutral bridge between Ford and Bill, and Bill becomes able to take control of Ford's body, even outside of the drift. Ford becomes less and less focused on the Kaiju attacks and the people dying, and more lost in all the wonders of the multidimensional planes bill shares memories of with him.

With the lead engineer of the Jaeger program mentally obliterated, and the chief Kaiju biology researcher being possessed by a Kaiju, and the lack of support from the world's governments in favor of building a wall across the coast to block the kaiju, the Jaeger program slowly starts to collapse.

That is, until the day Ford discovers [insert horrifying Bill revelation here].

He panics and calls the one person who might be able to free Ford's mind from bill, the one person with whom he had a statistically impossible level of compatibility. The person he was the most terrified to open his mind to.

Stan.

#gravity falls #pacific rim #stancest

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 59

Part 1 Part 58

“Please, Steve!” Nancy’s wheedling voice drifts to Eddie as he rounds the corner. “Jonathan already said no because he’s trick-or-treating, so it’s just going to be me and Barb.”

Steve’s leaning against his locker, frowning down at Nancy. It’s reminiscent of the year before, when the pair were circling each other like monkeys in heat, only it’s knocked on its head. Maybe even…upside down. Eddie chuckles, sidling up to lean against Steve by the lockers, knocking their shoulders together. A united front in the face of a determined Nancy Wheeler.

“Are you saying Barb’s not enough for you, Miss Wheeler?” Eddie asks, faux shocked. He puts a hand to his chest, swooning into Steve’s side just to make him laugh.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Obviously not.” She’s clearly exasperated by Eddie’s presence. Somehow, almost a year of being friend’s-once-removed hasn’t warmed either of them up. Although, if all the interdimensional ass-kicking couldn’t do it, why would anything else? “It’s just–” she trails off, looking down at the books she has clasped daintily to her chest.

Eddie can almost feel Steve thawing beside him. God damn it. “Just what?” he asks softly.

Nancy peeks up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She doesn’t even look at Eddie. What a conniving little twerp. “Neither of us have been to a party since, well–” she stalls, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You know.” She whispers the last bit, looking around like she expects the men in suits to burst out of the walls because she mentioned a party from last year.

Steve stiffens next to him. Eddie takes a surreptitious step closer, glaring down at Nancy. Not that she has the decency to even notice. “None of us have gone to a party since, Wheeler,” he hisses.

Steve elbows him in the ribs. Like he’s the problem in this scenario. Eddie backs down, slumping down into the lockers and crossing his arms with a loud huff. Time to let Mommy and Daddy figure it out. Eddie grimaces, disgusted by his own thoughts.

Steve sighs, rubbing his face vigorously with his hands. “One hour,” he says, muffled through his palms.

“Seriously?” Eddie demands.

“Yes!” Nancy says, raising her hand in a tiny fist pump that would’ve been endearing on literally anyone else. “I’ll see you there!” She’s beaming as she turns around, walking away with a new bounce in her step.

“Where are we going?” Eddie demands.

Steve lowers his palms, sliding them down his skin, slowly revealing each tantalizing bit of his perfect face. “Were you invited?” Steve asks, turning and walking away.

“Dude, I know where you sleep!” He does not shout out in the halls of Hawkins High in bumfuck Indiana that where he sleeps is with Eddie in his bed. He has some self-preservation left.

Steve laughs, elbowing him in the ribs again. Same spot, too, the asshole. “Tina’s Halloween party?”

“Are you serious?” When Steve nods, he continues. “Ugh, Stevie, you’ve gotta stop letting Wheeler shoehorn you into these things. She’s the worst!” Eddie whines, drawing out the vowels in ‘worst’ past recognition.

“She’s not that bad,” Steve says, but he’s smiling. “You’re just her like–what’s it called? That stuff that always trips up Superman. Dustin mentioned it?”

He looks over at Eddie, a cute look of puzzlement on his face. Eddie wants to boop his nose, so he does, watching as Steve goes cross-eyed trying to follow the movement. “You mean Kryptonite?”

Steve snaps his fingers, smiling dorkily. “That’s it!”

Eddie’s heart flops pitifully in his ribcage. What a fucking nerd, dear god. “Okay, but do we have to go to a stupid party because Nancy Wheeler of all people wants us to?”

Steve shrugs, still smiling as they walk down the emptying corridors. “Last time we got kidnapped by a monster from a hell dimension, so really, Munson.” Steve claps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, rubbing his hair like he’s one of the bastard children. “Things can only go up from here!”

Eddie can’t help the way he almost shrieks with laughter, almost bringing Steve down with the way he goes boneless. “You’re a total jinx!”

“Maybe, but you love me!”

Steve Harrington says it nonchalantly, like he’s not currently holding him up off the cold linoleum. Eddie’s heart does an unfortunate splitter splatter splat at Steve’s feet. Because fuck. He does.

Part 60

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#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steddie upsidedown au #my fic #I'm so excited for the next part!

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in1-nutshell · 7 months ago

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Hi! can you do request of Tf Crossover of these Buddies And also them meeting each other?

Ophelia (TFP Megatron's daughter w/ the opposite personality), Ironhold (G1 Megatron's kid), and Fearless Buddy

The children finally meet! Interdimensional space siblings!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy meeting Ophelia and Ironhold

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight romance (for corresponding Conjunxes), Human reader, Cybertronian reader

G1/MTMTE/Rid 2015

Au no one knows each other.

Fearless was minding their own business in the poetry club room when everything happened.

Well, that’s what they called it anyways.

They were waiting for Megatron to be done with his latest class and was running late. Probably trying to explain Riptide what he did wrong on his test again when portal appeared on the wall next to them.

Fearless grabbing the desk with a death grip.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I JUST GOT BACK FROM A TRIP!”--Fearless

Out pops two bots when the portal closes.

One is clearly a minibot who was rubbing her helm after landing on her face.

The other taller bot had landed much more gracefully on their pedes in a superhero pose.

Fearless looks at the pair confused, they could see the others were just as confused.

The tallest bot walked over to the human and picked them up.

“Human, where am I? I promise nothing will happen to you if you tell me the location of this… are we in a ship!?”—Tall one

Fearless eyes go wide when they see the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

The minibot also sees this.

“Hey! Put the human down!”—Small one

“I assusre you two nothing bad will happen when Megatron—”—Tall one

“Megatron?!”—Small one

“Why would Megs—”--Fearless

“Megs?!”—Tall and Small one

“Okay… I think I know what’s going on. You, the tall one, put me down on the desk first.”--Fearless

The taller bot gently puts them down.

Fearless dust themselves and looks at the pair.

“Now, golden question. Is the war still going on?”--Fearless

“Of course, the war is still going—”—Tall one

“Of course, the war just ended—”—Small one

The two Cybertronains look at each other shocked.

“There it is. You two are from another dimension. The war has been over for a bit here.”--Fearless

The tallest is still processing it.

“It’s over… its finally over? Here?”—Tall one

They sit down in one of the chairs while the minibot pats their leg.

“It has been since Megatron renounced Decepticonism and became and Autobot—”--Fearless

“FATHER’S WHAT?!”—Tall and Small one

All three look at each other in shock.

“Megatron’s your father?”—Small one

They nod.

“And he is yours as well?”--Ironhold

“Same here!”--Fearless

Fearless breaks into a wide smile.

“Do you know what this means!?”--Fearless

“Umm—”—Tall one

“I got interdimensional siblings! Wait—what are you guys’ names anyways? I’m Fearless!”--Fearless

“That’s a human name I haven’t heard of.”—Small one

“It’s not my Earth name, Whirl picked it. He said it fit better and its just stuck since then.”--Fearless

“I’m Ophelia.”--Ophelia

“I like that name.”--Fearless

“I am Ironhold. Going back to my previous question Fearless, where are we?”--Ironhold

“We’re on the Lost Light on a quest to find the Knights of Cybertron. Rodimus knows more about the details than I do—”--Drift

“Rodimus? I haven’t heard a name like that?”—Ironhold

“Me neither.”--Ophelia

“Rodimus? Like Rodimus Prime—”--Fearless

“PRIME! What happened to Optimus?!”--Ironhold

“Oh, this is going to take a bit…”--Fearless

After a bit of talking and explaining briefly about their universe, Fearless wants the others to meet Megatron.

Ironhold and Fearless were a bit confused on why Ophelia didn’t like the idea too much.

She briefly explained her Megatron and what he had done to her in the past.

Ophelia is now slightly regretting telling her new siblings about her Megatron.

Ironhold has a steely gaze with their servos in fists.

Fearless looks like they are going to offline someone with a paperclip.

But Fearless reassures the pair, mainly Ophelia, that this Megatron was going through his redemption and was a nice bot.

Anyways they promised they would jump Megatron with their Amica before any damage came to her.

The trio walked out of the classroom and followed the human to the bridge using one of the longer ways.

Everything was going well until someone nearly ran over Fearless in their speeding alt mode.

They would have been hit if Ironhold hadn’t scooped them and Ophelia up and jumped over the speedster.

Fearless grasping their digit and heart.

“You sure… know how to make a save Hold’s.”--Fearless

“I’ve had practice with my Conjunx. He always gets into trouble, and I usually have to get him out of it.”--Ironhold

Ophelia and Fearless perk.

“You have a Conjunx too! I have one as well.”--Opehlia

Ironhold smiles continuing the walk.

Fearless grumbles a bit.

“How come the youngest gets married and I don’t even have a significant other yet...”—Fearless

“You do know I’m older than you by thousands of years, right? If anything you’re the youngest.”--Ophelia

Fearless points at Ironhold.

“Ironhold is the oldest, I’m the middle child and you’re the baby.”--Fearless

“That doesn’t seem—”--Ophelia

“I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is.”--Fearless

“But that—”--Ophelia

“Hush, the eldest speaks.”--Ironhold

“You too Ironhold?”--Ophelia

Ironhold just smirks and continues the journey.

Surprisingly not many bots reacted to Ironhold holding Fearless and Ophelia.

Probably because Fearless and Ophelia were covering their Decepticon insignias.

They finally reached the bridge.

Rodimus, Megatron and Ultra Magnus were there talking about something.

Fearless let out a whistle catching the three bots attention.

“Fearless what are—Who are you two?”--Megatron

Ophelia’s grip on Ironhold tightens a bit as Ironhold realizes that this Megatron was bigger than theirs.

They were practically looking optic to optic.

“They’re my interdimensional siblings! You got more kids out there Megs!”—Fearless

“I have wait?”--Megatron

Megatron freezes hearing this.

Rodimus takes a bit to understand this and lets out a bit of a laugh at his Co-captain’s expense.

Magnus is wondering what to write up Brainstorm for this time.

Ironhold straightens up a bit when Megatron comes closer.

The former Warlord notices the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

“… The war is still going on in my dimension sir. But I have no intention of hurting the humans.”--Ironhold

“… The war just finished not too long ago.”--Ophelia

Rodimus seeing Fearless’s face of ‘Roddy distraction! Please!’ swoops in.

“How about we talk this over at Swerve and a cube of engex?”--Rodimus

“Rodimus that is not—”--Magnus

Magnus spots Fearless’s pleading look and gives in.

“Also, no engex for the youngest here.”--Fearless

“Fearless!”--Ophelia

There is understandable a crowd around the newcomers when they enter Swerve’s.

Ironhold and Ophelia were floored with the amount of energon and engex available and not rationed out.

The pair answered the questions best they could while downing the energon after Ratchet made sure they could.

The crew was surprised to see that Megatron had two other kids in different dimensions.

They especially couldn’t believe that Ophelia was his kid.

Speaking of Ophelia, when her past was brought up, both Ironhold and Fearless told her that she didn’t need to tell if she didn’t feel comfortable. She told them either way.

The army of the ‘Ophelia protection Squad’ had grown in numbers that day.

Megatron gave his personal apology for his counterpart’s actions.

Ophelia told him it wasn’t necessary seeing that he was a greater mech than her Megatron would ever be at this point.

They were happy to hear about her being newly Conjunxed and happy to a mech that she had known for a while.

“Wait, his name is really Steve?”--Fearless

“Yes.”--Ophelia

She had a warm smile saying his name.

Fearless turns to Ironhold finishing their 10th cube.

“Didn’t you say you also had a spouse? Who are they?”--Fearless

For the first time since they had gotten on the ship, Ironhold looked a bit bashful.

Fearless nudges them a bit.

“Ooohhh! I bet it’s someone we know! Is it someone here?”--Fearless

“No… but a can bet a good portion of the bots here know who he is…”--Ironhold

“The suspense is killing me!”--Whirl

“Whirl!”--Fearless

“Spill the beans as the humans say!”--Whirl

Ironhold shyly looks down.

“…Its Rumble.”--Ironhold

Silence.

Ravage appears out of nowhere startling the bot.

“Ravage? You’re here too?”--Ironhold

“Your Conjunxed to Rumble? Did you hit your helm before making that decision?”--Ravage

“You know… you, Frenzy, Megatron, Starscream, and almost everyone told me the same thing. But no, we decided to do it a year ago and we’ve been happy ever since.”--Ironhold

Megatron in the meantime is happy to hear that his interdimensional kids have wonderful Conjunxes, well at least having a good relationship. Then he looks over at Fearless who is intently listening to their siblings’ lives.

Fearless look at him.

“Megs? You, okay?”--Fearless

“… You don’t happen to find someone on board of… particular interest, right?”—Megatron

Fearless nearly spits out their drink.

“Megatron!”--Fearless

“I’m just saying—”--Megatron

“Fearless has the hots for someone?!”--Whirl

“Whirl no!”--Fearless

“Whirl yes! Who is it? They’ll have to win me in a duel for your hand.”--Whirl

“Whirl this isn’t the olden days. Wait where did you even hear that from?”--Fearless

“You don’t need to know.”--Whirl

“I feel like I should.”--Fearless

Sooner than anyone would like, the portal comes back.

Fearless instructs the pair to just jump in, it worked for them the past few times.

There is a bit of a tearful fair well for the pair.

Megatron gives Ophelia a small hug, which nearly makes her short circuit, but is going to treasure that hug for a long time.

He gives another to Ironhold who stiffens a bit before reciprocating.

Fearless with a watery smile tells them that they are welcomed back anytime and if their respected Megatron’s ever give them trouble, to call them.

They would crawl inside his armor and tear him apart with a pair of tweezers and a spork.

Rung has some new appointments made after that comment.

Then the pair jumped into the portal.

With Ophelia…

Ophelia lands on her behind in the scrapyard.

“I can never get a good landing, can I?”--Ophelia

“Ophelia?! Ophelia is that you?!”--Steve

Steve turns the corner only to get floored by his Conjunx, who was just hugging him tightly.

He reciprocated just as hard.

“Primus Sweet Spark! Where were you?”--Steve

Ophelia hugs tighter.

“It’s a long story Stevie. I think the whole team might want to hear this one.”--Ophelia

With Ironhold…

Ironhold groans as they land on their back in the middle of the main room.

Megatron and Soundwave immediately go over.

Megatron and Soundwave help them back onto their pedes.

“Ironhold! Where on Cybertron have you been!? DO you have any idea—”--Megatron

Ironhold pulls them both into a hug and sighs in relief.

The two Cons are confused at the sudden physical contact before they let go.

“Where’s Rumble?”--Ironhold

“Rumble: habsuite.”--Soundwave

Ironhold begins running before turning back.

“I promise I will explain everything later!”--Ironhold

“Iron—and they’re gone.”--Megatron

Ironhold was running to their habsuite passing by several startled mechs.

They slow down at the front of their habsuite and gently knock.

“I told you Frenzy leave me alone!”--Rumble

Ironhold’s spark tightens hearing her Conjunx voice waver at the end.

They gently open the door.

Rumble has his back turned to the door.

His pedes up to his chassis with his arms around them making him look smaller than normal.

“Frenzy I swear if you don’t—”--Rumble

He looks back ready to through a pipe when he stops.

There was Ironhold standing in the doorway, gently closing it giving the two privacy.

They look down at their pedes a bit nervously before looking at him with slightly glossed optics.

“Hey Love, sorry for keeping you waiting.”--Ironhold

Rumble drops the pipe, stands up on the berth and launches himself at Ironhold.

They just had enough time to catch him and quickly fell back onto their berth holding him close.

Rumble breaks out of the hold suddenly and digs a digit into their chassis.

“HOW DARE YOU! Do you have any idea—any idea what… what…”--Rumble

He goes back to hugging, seeing their face with a sad smile.

“Don’t… do that again ya numbnuts…”--Rumble

Ironhold just hugs him back, just happy to have their Conjunx back in their arms.

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Well, I made a poll asking if I should post this now...and then I just go and post it without waiting to see what people voted haha xD

This was inspired by @athenoot (not letting me actually tag but I linked her blog!) and her super fun AU idea mashing up Drifting Stars and Relativity Falls!

I don't know if this works for @forduary but it does have portal Ford so *shrugs*

Summary: Mabel loves dimension hopping, but she is starting to miss having a home. And more than anything, she misses Dipper and Stan. However, she may end up seeing them sooner than expected…though they aren't exactly the same Dipper and Stan that she knows.

The street was packed, creatures of all sorts bustling to and fro. Even after months of being in other dimensions, Mabel was still overwhelmed by all of the different aliens. Her eyes couldn’t stop moving, even as Ford pulled her along, trying to make his way through the crowd.

They had arrived in this dimension a few days ago. Unfortunately, they had first been spat out in a rainforest with absolutely no civilization around. But after climbing a particularly tall tree, they had seen a town of sorts in the distance. Which is where they were now, hoping to find some food and maybe even shelter, that is, if Ford deemed this dimension safe enough to stay in for a little while.

At first, the constant travel had been fun for Mabel. Getting to explore a new world every few days was exhilarating. But she was surprised to find that more recently, she missed a place she could call home. Though, more than anything, she missed Dipper and Stan. Of course, she loved Ford too. He had been looking out for her ever since she had been pulled into the portal, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him now. But still…she wished she could be with Ford and the rest of her family.

Something bumped Mabel particularly hard and she was shaken from her thoughts as she lost her footing. Her hand was yanked out of Ford’s and she fell to the ground.

Panic gripped her and she quickly stood up and tried catching sight of Ford, but the constant movement of aliens made standing still impossible. She thought she heard someone calling her name, but it was hard to hear over the crowd.

“Grunkle Ford!” Yelling at the top of her lungs, Mabel, tried pushing her way through the crowd, in what she thought was the direction Ford had been walking. But no matter how hard she tried, she was too small, and she couldn’t make any headway against the crowd.

Spotting an alleyway through the sea of legs, Mabel spun, jumped, rolled, and crawled until she made it to the backstreet. It wasn’t empty, but it was slightly less crowded. Spotting a box that was sealed shut, she made her way to it and managed to climb on top. But as she looked out over the sea of creatures, she couldn’t spot her grunkle. Ford was nowhere to be seen. Panic overwhelmed her as she realized that she was alone, lost in an unfamiliar dimension with absolutely no clue as to what to do next. It was her worst nightmare.

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Ford was frantic. He couldn’t believe he’d lost Mabel. He should’ve been holding onto her tighter. No, he should’ve just carried her. What had he been thinking? In a crowd this big, that was the most logical option, and yet he hadn’t thought of it before entering the market and now she was gone.

“Mabel!” He called out again. He thought he had heard her call out a moment ago, but this time there was no response.

Darned this busy city. Reasonably, a city this remote in a rainforest shouldn’t be this crowded. Though perhaps it being the only city for miles was the reason for all of the foot traffic. Either way, he really should’ve scoped out the layout first before walking in. That’s what he normally would’ve done. But Mabel hadn’t had food in over a day. So, her hunger along with the possibility of letting her sleep in a semi normal structure for the first time in…weeks? Had caused him to act rashly. He had only wanted to make sure she had what she needed, and maybe help her mental state. Over the past few weeks, Ford had occasionally caught her looking downcast – though she quickly smiled when she noticed him looking – and this had seemed like a good opportunity to help her feel better.

��So much for that…” Ford muttered under his breath as he continued searching for Mabel. He had just spotted a possible vantage point he could use when something grabbed his jacket and pulled it back.

“Geez, slow down Grunkle D-”

As Ford looked down at the source of the voice, it cut off. His own legs stalled as he saw the boy who was holding his jacket. It couldn’t be…

For a second, Ford was transported to another lifetime. So long ago it felt like a dream. Hot summers on Glass Shard Beach, playing in the water, exploring the sand dunes, fixing up the Stan O War.

He was looking at his brother from thirty years ago.

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Crap, wrong old guy. Stan thought to himself as he stared up at the man who’s coat he’d grabbed. Now that he had a closer look, he could tell that said coat wasn’t quite the same as Dipper’s, and of course, the man wasn’t his grunkle (okay, technically Dipper wasn’t actually his great uncle either, but it made it easier to call him that, okay?). However, there was something oddly familiar about this guy…

Some other creature bumped into him, threatening to pull him along in the crowd once again, like it had earlier. But then a hand grabbed his arm, and the old guy was dragging him through the crowd.

“Hey, what gives? I’m not-” Stan grabbed at the guy’s hand, trying to get him to let go, only to stop when he really looked at the hand. Wait, six fingers…it couldn’t be…could it?

Looking up, Stan tried to get a better look at the guy’s face. Something had seemed familiar about it when he’d first seen him, but now he was facing away as he pulled Stan along. But six fingers… Suddenly, the bright sunlight disappeared as he was pulled into a small alleyway. There were still a few beings milling about, but not has many as in the main square. Then the man spun around to look at him.

“What are you doing here?”

Stan took a step back at the sharpness of the man’s voice. A tinge of fear grew in his chest. It wasn’t Dad, he knew that, but there was something so familiar about the words, the man’s stance, the look on his face - he couldn’t shake it. However, the ashamed expression when the old guy saw Stan shrink back wasn’t something Dad would’ve done.

“I-I don’t know. I was just here with my, well I call him my grunkle because-”

“Wait, wait, what? Your grunkle? Who?” Confusion crossed the guy’s face. “What’s his name?”

The man held up his hands and Stan found himself looking at them. He knew in this dimension, six fingers might not be an abnormal thing. But this guy was human, and he looked kind of like Dad…

“Are you my brother?” Stan blurted out before he could stop himself. It was hard to think about Ford looking old - that was just weird - but if he was old, well…Stan could see him looking kind of like this guy…

For a moment, the old man just stared at him, then signed and shook his head. “No, I’m not…well…kind of. I’m Stanford, but not your Stanford.”

“You mean there’s more than one of you? Are there more than one of me? Woah, we could build an army! Though I don’t know how much use an old guy would be but I’m sure you could do something. Oh, eww, am I old somewhere then? How-”

“Hold up. Just…one question at a time.” Old Ford had held out his hand again, as if wanting Stan to stop. He looked a little frustrated, but at the same time, there was the smallest bit of an amused smile on his face.

“There are…many different dimensions, and versions of you and me. I…haven’t met your older version,” a small shadow crossed his face, “but I’ve heard about him. However. That’s not important. What I need to know, is how you got here, and who are you looking for?”

Stan let out a huff. He thought Ford would be as excited as him about all of this but…then again, this was an old Ford and well…maybe he’d been in other dimensions a while and didn’t think it was cool anymore? Sometimes Dipper had seemed less thrilled about things than Stan thought were awesome. Or maybe it was just an old person thing? Gosh, Stan hoped he wasn’t a boring old guy in any dimension.

After a moment, he realized Ford was still looking at him questioningly and Stan realized that he’d have to tell this old version of his brother what had happened. He didn’t really want to, but he had a feeling Ford wouldn’t answer any of his questions unless Stan answered him first.

“Well…I kind of accidently got sucked into this big glowing circle thing that my Grantie Mabel really didn’t want me to shut off, then I met my Grunkle Dipper and we kind of…ran around jumping in all these portal things till we got here. And I swear I’d only been glancing at this cool gun shop, but somehow let go of his hand and then…I thought he was you.” Stan was a little surprised at how quickly the words came. Ever since he’d arrived in other dimensions, Dipper had told him to be careful about saying too much to the wrong people but…this was Ford. Sure, he was old but…it was still Ford. He could still tell him anything.

For a moment, Ford just stared at him, shock lining his face. Then he shook his head and took a breath. “Right…okay…We need to find your Dipper, and I need to…”

“What, you lose someone too?” Stan meant it as a joke, but his smile fell when he saw the concern on Ford’s face.

“Come on, it looks like the crowds are dying down some.” Ford held out his hand and without hesitation, Stan took it.

“I can help you find whoever you lost first. I’m sure Dipper is fine.”

Ford looked down at him, a disbelieving frown on his face. “I…we’ll see who we find first…”

Putting on his best show of confidence – which was easy seeing as he was used to doing it for Ford – Stan nodded. “I bet we’ll find them both in the next ten minutes!”

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How could I lose him?!? The thought kept running through Dipper’s head. After months with Stan, he had grown accustom to the boy’s affinity for trouble, which included checking things out that he probably shouldn’t have. So he should’ve been extra diligent in a place as crowded as this, but while keeping an eye out for danger, he must have let go of Stan’s hand and now the boy was lost to a sea of creatures. Guilt and fear clawed at Dipper’s chest. After decades of being alone, he had come to enjoy Stan’s company, plus, he was family.

Taking a deep breath, Dipper tried to still his anxiety, though it was easier said then done. It had already been far too long since Stan had disappeared, and Dipper still couldn’t think of a way to find him aside from waiting for the crowds to die down. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only option he could see. He really needed to find a better way to keep track of his, for a better word, nephew (he was never the best at remembering all of the names for distant relatives and Stan called him Great Uncle so it worked).

As he pushed his way to a slightly less busy part of the market, Dipper searched for a good vantage point he could wait at, while still keeping an eye out for Stan. That’s when he heard it.

Crying.

His feet stumbled to a stop and he quickly looked around, searching for its source. A bright splash of pink caught his eye – a bit out of place in the browns and tans of the city. Carefully making his way toward the figure, he tried pushing aside the feeling in his gut that something was familiar about the girl. Because, as he got closer, he could tell it was a girl, with short curly hair, and a bright pink sweater…

It’s not Mabel. He told himself, as he realized that’s who he was thinking of. Mabel was dimensions away and, well, she was as old as him now.

Crouching down, Dipper put on his best smile, despite his worry for Stan. “Hey, you okay there?”

The girl quickly looked up, her tear-filled eyes widening as she saw him.

Dipper found himself freezing as well. Because it was Mabel. Or, how she had looked as a kid. Sure, her hair was shorter and she looked more tired than she normally would’ve but…it was her.

He eyes flicked up to his hair then back down to his face. “D-Dipper?”

“I…yes, or no, it’s well…” Dipper frowned, he knew that the girl he was looking at wasn’t his sister. He’d been in enough dimensions to know that there were multiple versions of himself and his sister out there. And unless time travel was involved – which didn’t seem likely – this was simply another Mabel from another world. However…it still looked like her and…it still was a Mabel. He couldn’t push away the weight of responsibility to take care of her and make sure she got back where she needed to be.

“You’re from another dimension I guess…” Mabel’s quiet voice shook Dipper from his thoughts.

“Yeah…I…you know about those, huh?” Dipper remembered a day when he had been so excited about there being other dimensions, and other versions of himself. In a way it was still a nice thought, that maybe one version of himself hadn’t messed up…hadn’t ended up here. But it still didn’t change his situation, and after about a hundred different dimensions, survival was more important than excitement over new worlds.

“Yeah, Grunkle Ford told me about it once. He said he’d found a dimension where everyone was a baby once, he didn’t sound like he liked it but I think it would be fun…” Mabel gave Dipper a smile, though it wasn’t as bright as her normal smile. Or at least, like the one he remembered as a kid.

Then Mabel’s words registered and Dipper narrowed his eyes. “Wait, Ford? That…that’s Stan’s brother…” he muttered to himself.

Mabel perked up at that. “Stan? He’s here too?!?”

Dipper’s face fell as he remembered his predicament. “He…was…I…I lost track of him.”

“Oh…maybe I can help you find him! He can’t be too hard to find!”

A small smile grew on Dipper’s face at her optimism. Typical Mabel. “Well, he’s pretty small, about your size, but maybe with two-”

“WAIT STAN IS LITTLE?!?”

Dipper winced at the volume of her voice, but thankfully the creatures around didn’t pay much attention. “Yes, he’s about…” Dipper realized he didn’t actually know how old Stan was. “Maybe ten, or twelve? I’m not sure…”

“Oh my gosh, we have to find him! I gotta meet little Stan!” The brightness on Mabel’s face was a welcome change from the heaviness he had seen on it only a few moments ago. All traced of tears were gone.

A small laugh escaped Dipper and he nodded. “Well, alright then, let’s see if we can find him.” Holding out his hand, Dipper felt a small stab of sadness as Mabel immediately grabbed it. Just like when they were little…Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus. This wasn’t his dimension’s Mabel…but it was nice to see her again, even if it was only for a little while.

#gravity falls #gravity fall au #forduary #forduary 2024 #drifting stars au #relativity falls #relativity stars au #ford pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #stan pines #stanford pines #stanley pines #gravity falls fanfiction #aceo writes things

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