#he goes to sleep and the next day the shack has...moved?

[shanklin]

Oh no, oh dear😭🥺!!!!

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb it. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[sixerstanley]

I feel like Stans sleep schedule should be talked about more. During the 30 years of fixing the portal, he was busy running the shack during the day, and worked on the portal at night, so when did he sleep? Naps during the day? After work for a bit? Early morning for an hour or so before he had to get up for work again? Has he gone days without sleep before? Do you think he has a hard time sleeping some of the time after he finally didn't need to get up and fix the portal anymore? What do you think Fords reaction would be?

NO NO BECAUSE THIS IS SOOOOO TRUE

god it would be so juicy if like. one night ford goes to sleep, and maybe its like. 11pm or so?? and stan is just watching tv or something. they don't say anything to each other, ford is still in his bitchy ass phase so he just gets some work done and goes to sleep.

but then he wakes up at 4am or so and like, idk, maybe he's thirsty and goes up to get some water. but then he hears the tv is still on

he rolls his eyes, thinking about how stan is wasting electricity in his house falling asleep to the tv like that. He grumbles in annoyance and goes to the living room and...

stan is awake.

in the exact same spot he was in before.

i don't think theyd talk about it right away. Ford definitely wouldn't. and he tries to convince himself he's not concerned (he is concerned)

honestly i dont think he'd take that one night at face value though. i think he'd probably, for the next few nights, set an alarm for himself in the middle of the night and check to see if stan's awake

9 times out of 10, he is.

moving forward i think ford would probably ask about it, in his own way. not sure how--probably dickish in however he says it--but i don't think stan actually explains why.

Why would he? Ford would probably say how stupid he was to risk his health in order to save him, or some shit like that. As if he wouldn't do anything for Ford.

As if he wouldn't die for him, if he had to.

and the dancing around the issue just makes ford more aggravated, more angry. they definitely have a fight about it that i don't think is ever resolved until post weird.

OOH WAIT. while stan is still getting his memories back he kinda notices that he...doesn't sleep often? Like, every time he tries, he has this uneasy feeling like he's wasting time? so he asks ford about it...

BETTER YET. what if in that fight it WAS brought up?? stan finally told him it was because he was working on the portal. And ford, whose first reaction tends to be anger when something upsets him, talks down to him.

"Ya wanna know why? You really wanna know why, Poindexter?" Stan asks, taking a swig of his soda and wishing it was something else entirely.

Ford just glares at him icily. "I wouldn't be asking if I--"

"The portal."

Ford blinks at him. "What about the portal?" he mutters, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

"I worked my ass day and night. I ran the shop in the mornin' to pay bills--the bills you never paid, by the way--and at night I was down here, bustin' my ass trying to get that stupid fuckin' machine to work," Stan starts, staring directly at Ford. "I read mountains of textbooks just tryin' to understand one ounce of it if it meant I could get you back."

Irritation bubbles up inside his body as Ford just stares at him, expression indistinguishable. Stan sighs, letting it go. "Dontcha get it? Sleep was a luxury in those days--I couldn't lose any free time i had to shit like that. I needed to get you back--that was the priority." He shrugs. "I guess my body just got used to it."

Ford stares at him for a long moment. Stan forces himself to look away.

Finally, he hears in a low, cold tone:

"I didn't ask you to do that."

Stan doesn't know why he thinks anything is going to change any time soon. He had this grand old idea that maybe, just maybe, Ford would be willing to be brotherly with him one day. That maybe, he could treat him like he actually cared.

That maybe, one day in the distant future, he would smile at him and finally say thank you, Stanley.

He doesn't know why he still bothers trying.

"All of your self-destructive behaviors are your own fault," Ford spits at him. "I didn't ask you to rebuild the portal. I didn't ask you to save me. You didn't have to save me."

And instead of being angry at this point, he's just fucking tired.

"No," Stan says, before glancing back up at Ford, his voice quiet but firm. "No, I didn't."

And he walks out of the room without another word.

SO ANYWAYS. post weird, stan notices he just...doesn't like to sleep?? and he asks ford about it and ford's face just turns white as a ghost.

ill that here for now bc i didn't expect to write anything HAHA those are my thoughts!!

[lost-girl-2021]

Adopted Spider Headcanons (Metkayina Edition)

I've been reading fics where Spider's adopted by Ronal and Tonowari the past couple days and now I'm obsessed. The problem is that I mostly write angst and I really wanna read hurt/comfort, lol.

I feel like the typical/common way that I see Spider get taken in is basically him doing his little beach bum shit after everything and slowly getting adopted into their family. And I eat it up. Every. Single. Time.

Spider: *Building a campfire, roasting his own food* Ronal/Tonowari/Tsireya or Anoung: *Why is the Sully's adoptive son alone on the beach?* *Oh well, mine now*

I feel like Ronal would definitely be way at first, she's made it no secret that she strongly dislikes Sky People. But, I'd imagine that eventually, she comes to see him not just as a human, but as a child. And a child who is alone and in need of help.

Aounung would probably be the same. I have this idea of him giving Spider a hard time (after all the carnage/damage/dead people have been handled). Like, trying to mess with him as much as possible, just being an asshole. And then, maybe Spider goes under for a long time while Aounung is on the beach weaving or something. And, even though Spider has a mask and can breath underwater as well as he does above it, Aounung somehow forgot that and freaks, thinking the human has drowned.

Aounung tossed his half-repaired net aside, diving into the water. He whipped around, eyes catching on the mess of dirty blond. Pushing further, he grabbed the boy by the armpits, shooting to the surface and pulling the human onto land. He flipped him over, meeting confused eyes as he placed a hand on his chest. He was breathing fine, not even panting from being under for so—

Spider's mask glinted in the sun. Aounung was an idiot.

"Are you . . . okay?" The smaller boy asked hesitantly, making no move to sit up.

"You were under for a long time." He mumbled, pulling away.

Spider's face split into a grin. "Did you— did you think I was— "

"Quiet." He hissed, standing up. "We will never speak of this again."

Spider's laughter followed him as he stormed away.

I feel like with Tsireya, she would've immediately been all over him. Like, this is Spider, Lo'ak's supposed best friend. The human boy who acted just like he was Na'vi. It probably started mostly as curiosity, but I think that after seeing how the Sully's interacted with Spider, she'd be confused about his place, his family. If Spider didn't sleep in the Sully's marui, didn't eat with them— then where did he do those things?

Tsireya glided along the water, Lo'ak a few feet from her. "Why doesn't Spider stay in your marui?"

Lo'ak raised a brow. "Uh . . . I don't know. He lives with the humans, I guess. Always has."

"But . . . the humans left after helping Kiri. They have not returned."

"They . . . they haven't?" He cleared his throat. "I'm sure Dad has it handled. There's probably a new shack or something for him."

Consider Spider's mask running low and there isn't a spare anywhere. As a kid, he never was gone from the shack long enough for his battery to run low and during his time with the recoms, there were always spares in someone's pack when he needed it. Idk how long the masks last, but for my own sake, I'm going to say Spider got a new one the day of the battle and it lasted him about a week. Or maybe, he managed to pillage one as the ship went down so he's on his second and it's like two weeks or so.

I think that when he saw the little red light flashing, a small beep-beep sounding, that he'd probably be like a kid who forgot there was a test. He'd just panic. But, I imagine he'd also be scared to bother the Sully's by telling them, so he'd spend the next hour searching the village (discreetly) to see if there were any pilfered batteries or masks left behind when the humans visited. Let's say he has two hours from when the mask starts flashing to change it out. And where, oh where, does he wind up when he's got a half-hour left?

Spider was not panicking. Because, when a human panicked, they breathed faster and wasted more air. Norm told him that, so it had to be true. But, he'd checked everywhere he could think of and . . . nothing. There was no shack, no Norm or Max to run to before his timer ran out. No humans. Only him. And in a matter of . . . fuck, twenty minutes, he was going to die just like a human.

He sat slumped on the beach, looking out into the water and trying his best not to openly sob. He didn't want to die crying like a little baby. It was not working out well for him. At least, he'd have a good view when he died.

"Child? What is wrong?"

Spider flinched, looking up with wide eyes at the clan leader. He'd only talked to Tonowari once, when Jake had introduced him. Of course, given his spectacular luck, the man would find him when he was on death's doorstep.

With a sniffle, he held up his beeping pack. "It's almost out. Twenty minutes."

The man frowned down, grasping the device carefully. "And that is why you're so upset? Because, you don't wish to go into the village for a new one? Did something happen? Someone make you feel unwelcome?"

"There is no new mask." There was also no home to go back to. "That was my only one."

With a cut-off gasp, he pulled Spider to his feet. He marched the boy through the village and into what he recognized as the healer's marui. The Tsahik was mixing something, but she stood as soon as they entered.

"Tonowari?" She asked, stepping closer. "What happened? Is he hurt?"

"His mask, where's the spare?"

Wordlessly, the woman pulled a mask from one of the many baskets, easily connecting the tubing and turning it on. Like, she'd done it before. Spider had no time to ask why she had such a thing before she was right in front of him.

"Take a deep breath." She ordered, unlatching the straps of his mask before pulling it off. Just as quickly, the new one was secured. Spider hadn't even moved.

I think that even before deciding to adopt Spider, Tonowari and Ronal would probably make sure he had spare masks and check what food he could/couldn't eat. Like, as soon as they realize the Sully's aren't caring for him, they'd probably subconsciously take responsibility for him. Because, he was just a kid, really. And kids were clumsy and careless and needed help, needed parents. Anoung and Tsireya, despite being independent and skilled, still needed their parents sometimes. Let their mother do their hair and insisted on their father de-gutting their catches. And Spider— Spider is fragile. He's skilled and smart and quick on his feet, but he's a human surrounded by Na'vi. Not to mention, one wrong move and he's left with a cracked mask. And what if he eats the wrong food, mistakes one fruit for another and ends up poisoned?

This ended up way longer that I thought it would be, lol. But, I really love these types of fics and if anyone has any recs or wants to hear more, my comment section is open. XD

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Mer-May Part II

steddie, omegaverse, mdni 🔞

read part one

MerMay part II

After the gig at the Surf Shack, Benny counts out the promised $500 and gives each of the boys a beer. “You’re drinking anything else tonight, you’re paying for it,” he says gruffly before cracking a smile.

Steve slots himself against Eddie’s side, having already been introduced to the band, Eddie’s hand settling easily on his waist. The guys know better than to tease Eddie about Steve in front of Steve, no desire to make the sweet omega uncomfortable.

But that doesn’t stop the raised eyebrows or smirks into their glasses.

Fortunately, Steve doesn’t notice, simply asks for a sip of Eddie’s drink, and wrinkles his nose at the taste. “No. No, thank you,” he says, scrapes his teeth over his tongue.

“How about I get you some water and we split an order of fish tacos?”

Steve nods, smile wide, then lays his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie orders, and Doug says his goodnights, running to pick up his girlfriend from her evening shift at the college library. Gareth takes his abandoned beer and chugs it, then waves himself before wandering through the crowd, looking for someone to spend the night with.

“Pretty sure that’s my cue to leave,” Jeff says. “You two have fun. Talk. Get to know each other.” And then he’s gone, off chatting with Jonathan Byers.

Steve and Eddie talk and hold hands and eat tacos, sharing their likes and dislikes, finding plenty of common ground even though Steve has only had legs for a bit less than 24 hours. And then Eddie takes Steve home. 

As soon as they get through the door of Eddie’s apartment, Steve has his hands clutch tight in Eddie’s lapels, bringing their mouths together. “Want you,” Steve moans. “Wanna feel you.”

But Eddie pulls back, cradling Steve’s cheeks between his hands. “Sweetheart, maybe we should slow things down.” 

Steve pouts. “Why? We’re courting, aren’t we?”

“Courting doesn’t tend to move so fast on land, even with scentmates.” Eddie takes a step back, brings his hands down to catch Steve’s fingers with his own.

“Oh… Back home, when you find the one who shares your heartsong, you court until the omega goes into heat, and then you are bonded. There is very little waiting.”

“Even if it’s months before the omega’s next heat?”

“Does finding your mate not trigger a heat or rut for humans? Most mers court for less than a month.”

“No, it does for us, too. But sharing a heat so soon after meeting… It doesn’t usually lead to a matebond anymore. People wait a little longer, make sure they’re ready.”

“But I am ready.”

“I know, Steve. But you’ve known about me longer, been looking longer.” Eddie blinks back tears. “I don’t know that I even believed in scentmates before today.”

Steve is quiet as he wraps his arms around Eddie and brings the alpha’s head down to rest against his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think…”

“It’s okay. I’d be excited too, in your position.” He lifts his chin, ghosts a kiss over Steve’s pulse that makes him giggle.

“Tickles.”

“I’m really happy you’re here. That you found me.”

“Me too.” Steve yawns then, and Eddie leads him to the bedroom, shoving aside piles of clean and dirty laundry and offering Steve pajamas to sleep in.

He turns Eddie down, stripping off his borrowed clothes, and slipping naked under the covers. Eddie follows suit, usually sleeping in his boxers in the summer. Leaving a thin bit of cotton as a barrier between their bodies as he climbs in the bed, letting Steve pull him close.

Tired from the eventful day, they fade into sleep with Eddie spooned tight to Steve’s back.

🌑🫧🌑

Eddie wakes sticky with sweat, the cloying scent of horny omega filling the room. Steve moans softly, presses his ass back into Eddie’s half chub, grinding against him. 

Huffing a breath through his nose, Eddie shifts his hips back and dips his head to kiss Steve’s shoulder. “Baby, you awake?”

Steve squirms, rubbing his clenched thighs together. “Hurts. Why does wanting you hurt?”

Eddie’s heart clenches. “What?”

“Never hurt like this with my tail. Just felt nice to touch my hole, but now… I ache.”

Fingers moving lower, Eddie palms Steve’s leaking dick, gives him something to rut against, searching lowers for his entrance. “Was it so easy to come? Just touch your hole and…”

“Yes! But now, the hole between my legs—”

“Your pussy needs more attention,” Eddie murmurs, trying to explain as his fingers move in and out of said pussy. “And sometimes it can get too much attention, hurt because it feels too good. But right now I just want to give you some reli—”

Eddie’s cut off by Steve freezing against him, hand wet as his pussy shudders and drools. And then something hard hits his callused fingertips. He tries to grip it in his slippery fingers, realizes what it must be as more smooth pearl slide into his cupped hand.

“Steve?”

“They’re my last pearls…”

“But you said…”

“They were already inside when I changed. The sea witch, she said they were a parting gift, would come out as my body readied itself for my heat.” He carefully places his hand over Eddie’s—over the pearls. “I will never lay a clutch of eggs, will carry our pup in my belly like the dolphins and whales do. I know how it will work, but…”

“Loss is loss,” Eddie whispers. He kisses Steve’s shoulder again. “We’ll do something special with them, since they’re the last.”

Steve sniffs, turning carefully in Eddie’s embrace. “Thank you,” he whispers, his hazel eyes staring into Eddie’s chocolate brown.

Eddie can’t help but kiss him soft and sweet.

part three

[softshuji]

Tell me more about fugitive hanma 👀👀👀👀

Goddddddd

Okay listen.

During that time when he's a fugitive, it seems fun at the start, all that running, living on the road. He thinks it gives him a thrill to constantly be chased and have the police on him all the time, constantly looking over his shoulder and staying in different hotels or living out the back of the car he just stole. He uses fake names wherever he goes, and no one, not a single person ever has the pleasure of using his real name. He steals credit cards to pay for whatever he needs, only buys enough for a few days since he knows he won't be staying in whatever area he's in for long, just long enough to get information and stay ahead of the tail.

But honestly, when he really thinks about it? All this running is getting tiring. What first was fun now seems like a chore- he can't remember the last time he had a full night of sleep, or ate a meal that wasn't cheap takeout on the back of his bike or shacked up in a hotel room so he can use the shower and sleep with a gun under his pillow, or used his real name in fact. Most people are starting to seem like a blur to him, and he's constantly changing phones and using burners so he can't be traced or caught. Sometimes on the police radio he'll catch wind of someone having seen him and he'll sigh, big and deep, and move onto the next town.

Until one day he fails to stay ahead of the curve. He's been so fucking tired lately, and he can't remember the last time the sound of sirens didn't wake him up from a short nap, but he's driving fast on the motorbike - sirens getting closer when the engine dies and splutters and he comes to a standstill in the middle of the road. He can see them on the curve of the street, flashing lights that he knows are coming for him.

He looks around and it's the dead of night- lights off in every house and apartment save one..a tiny thing clustered on the corner, where the bedroom light still flickers with life. And without really thinking about it, he dumps the newest bike behind a car in one of the neighbors garages - a problem for another time- and knocks your door.

He doesn't expect you to answer, not at this time, not when it's so late and honestly you'd be smarter not to. He looks rugged he knows that, the road hasn't exactly been kind to him. His hair has grown out and there are tired eyebags and dark circles under his eyes too but you open it, a sliver, and ask him in the sweetest voice he's ever heard. 'can I help you?'

Something knocks in his chest. You've got one of those cute face masks on, a pink pretty nightgown with stars on it and you're half hiding behind the door, and he coughs into his hand, looking over his shoulder once and makes up some lie, the only one he can think of that might get you to let him in.

'Hey sweetheart, my phone has died and I'm a pretty long way from home, would you mind letting me use your phone princess?"

And you look up at him, pretty eyes taking him in, all 6'4 of him looking a little beat up, a little worn, but a funny warmth coming from him still, and you step away from the door.

And let him in to your house and into your life.

[youraveragebtsstan]

Hello my friends. Yes, I'm back with yet ANOTHER ✨Wincest Concept✨...

Humor me: Dean left a series of voicemails for Sam knowing he would never hear him (or at least he wasn't supposed to.)

The first time he leaves a voicemail for Sam is when he's in a gas station bathroom, with his fist all bloody from punching the mirror. He didn't want to see his reflection- didn't want to see the face of the man that let Sam go to hell. The man that left him alone again...

The voicemail is short, brief and a bit coarse. Maybe even a few words along the lines of 'I miss you already', but oddly enough it helps. It's not until he gets back in the car does he realize Sam's phone is sitting on the dashboard. (It's not like he was going to get good reception in hell anyway). So Dean he tosses it in the glove box and forgets it.

The next time he leaves a voicemail it to tell Sam that he's been shacking up with Lisa for the last few weeks and though she said he was welcome he can't help but feel out of place. He vents to Sam as if he could hear him and says he wish he'd just pick up the phone.

Through out the year Sam is gone, Dean leaves numerous voicemails for Sam until it's full. Some are of Dean when he's sad- tears clogging his throat so much he's practically mumbling. Some are when he's happy, sharing a happy memory of funny joke with Sam when it crosses his mind. Others are when he's drunk, saying a few things he never thought he'd say out loud. But none of it mattered anyway because Sam's gone and he's never coming back- and god, damn it does he miss him.

But then one day Sam's in front of him, back from hell and better than ever- and Dean couldn't be more greatful. He tells Sam to ignore the messages and so his surprise Sam does. (In fact, SoullessSam couldn't care less about messages Dean left him and nor the phone he left them on. He has a new phone now, one that's better and rather he admits it or not, he doesn't find any significants for keeping it anyway.)

It isn't until Sam- the real Sam, gets his soul back and stumbled across the phone does it matter. There were a number of things that changed while Sam was gone and having his old phone back just makes things a little easier to digest. So he charges it up one night while Dean is sleeping and listens to them in bed. There were a few from Bobby, and old ones from Dean he hadn't found the need to check, but there were knew ones as well- and all from Dean no less.

Sam goes through a series of emotions that night. He cries while listening to Dean sob into the receiver, laughs when Dean cracks a shitty joke; and more importantly Sam's breath hitches when Dean admits to wanting things he's always imagined.

What happens the next morning when Dean wakes is a mystery. Perhaps Sam tells Dean everything, the two moving forward with a new chapter of their lives. Or maybe he keeps his mouth shut, too afraid to rock the boat any further than he already has... But at least Sam knows the truth.

So, how'd I do? Good, great, mediocre? Oh well, I just wanted to share.

[meme-streets]

dollars event day 6. prompt: money ---

“What would you spend all that money on?” Tuco has asked him once, slumped languidly back against the wooden siding of the wagon.  He’d been half asleep; he must’ve been, because otherwise they didn’t talk about the gold.  Too many assumptions there that neither of them wanted to make. “I don’t think it’s wise to spend money you haven’t got,” Blondie had replied, a pit in his stomach, and Tuco had made a sullen kind of a noise and put his hat down over his eyes and that was the end of it.

Well, now he’s got the money and he still hasn’t got an answer to that question.

A hundred thousand dollars.  It’s an almost obscene amount of money.  He's never been one for buying much more than the bare necessities; Tuco had always ragged him for never spending the money they made pulling the rope trick.  There hadn't been anything he wanted that badly, and there's certainly not anything he wants now that costs that much.  He doesn't even know what people put that kind of money into.  Land, probably, but land’s got to be managed, tended, looked after, and consequently stuck close to, and he has no desire to do that.  Might be useful to have a place to come back to, but his hideouts in the past have all been temporary–caves and old shacks and abandoned farmhouses–and it's suited him just fine.  Even a permanent hideout has to have somebody to look after, which means hiring somebody, and he's got no desire to do that either.  So he does what he always does: he keeps moving.  He’ll figure out what to do with the money on the road.

In one town he tries to gamble some of it but despite his well-practiced poker face, he's not much of a card player.  Too cautious.  He wins a little and then gets impulsive and goes all in on a bad bluff and loses it.  He isn't even angry.

In another he spends a night in a too-fancy hotel getting drunk on champagne behind his locked door before he discovers he hates champagne and remembers he hates being drunk.  Spends another half a day nursing the worst hangover of his life, spends the second half lying around doing nothing but feeling sorry for himself and consequently bored out of his skull, sleeps horribly on the overplush bed, and checks out at the crack of dawn the next morning, thoroughly disgusted with himself and convinced the life of the idle rich isn’t for him.

He leaves a considerable chunk of it in a sack outside a San Antonio mission.  He considers a note but doesn't know what to say.  Considers signing somebody else’s name, but that won’t go over and he knows it.  So he just leaves it in the night and rides off without so much as getting off the horse, and if he sees a half-familiar figure in the window watching him go, he decides not to make anything of it.

Each inkling of civilization he passes through (and at this point he skirts it) he hides all of it he doesn't need someplace outside of town, but then he has to go pick it up again and that gets old fast.  It's heavy.  It weighs him down.  It puts a target on his back, has him sleeping with his hand on his gun more even than he used to, has him waking up at every little sound, has him watching every lone stranger on the range with eagle’s eyes and his jaw set too firm.  One night setting up camp he gets so sore at the sight of those money bags it makes him almost sick. He buries all but a couple thousand in a dozen different places all across the desert and accidentally-on-purpose halfway forgets all of them.  He hurls his shovel off the top of a ridge and listens to the distant clatter it makes in the depth of the canyon and he only sort of feels better.

He tries bounty hunting for a while, legitimate, but in truth he was never as much as a bounty hunter as he let Tuco think.  His heart wasn't in it then and even less now. He scans newspapers and wanted posters and tries not to feel twisted-up inside when he doesn't see what he wants.  He spends hours looking over maps.  Thinks of going to Flagstaff where the high mountains are coated in snow, thinks about going to California to see the ocean.  It does sound nice.  Get away from all this, from the heat, from the dust, from the memories.  Somewhere nobody’s ever seen his face before.  Something stops him, and it's nothing to do with money.

There's only one worthwhile thing he spends any money on, and it's a neat little pair of binoculars that he saw in a shop and thought it might be nice to see from a distance who and what was coming and going. One morning he sees smoke on the horizon, back the way he had come from, and peering through the glass he spies a figure, small and blurry and familiar. And for the first time since Sad Hill, Blondie smiles.

[ketamollykaine]

Midnight City: Dove

(part 2/3 | part 1: The Ritual)

Don’t be afraid to lose. Don’t worry if it doesn’t turn out exactly how you want. The truth is you won’t ever know what’s coming until it arrives. 

The everpresent fog that surrounded the small lake town dusted over the small mountain behind the shore. A long, straight road ran adjacent to the water between a narrow line of houses and trees. The houses that sat among the mountain lit up the fog, otherwise they weren’t present in the gloomy world. Some days one couldn’t tell the water from the shore. Everything about the town was old and stagnant, never changing. A red shack on the water’s edge has always been a bar, the liquor store across the street has always been covered in moss, the houses never seemed to evolve with the people coming in and out. Eventually all newcomers had left, leaving the original townspeople to their isolated lives. Sometimes those who’d moved away from the fog would return.

Across the state, Dove let out a shaky sigh as she packed the last of her things into her grandmother’s van. She, her boyfriend, brother, and grandmother stood outside in the parking lot of the apartment Dove was now leaving. She grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and brought him back into the building for a final moment of privacy, she knew she wouldn’t be seeing him again. 

  “I’m going to miss you, Victor.” Dove quietly whimpered into his chest. Victor held her close, rubbing her back. 

  “This isn’t forever, we can still see each other and move in together again one day, but you need to get better. We both need to get better.” Victor reasoned. 

The couple had seen much better days to say the least. The last few months dealt several blows of trauma to both of them. Dove suffered two miscarriages within a few months and fell into a deep depression and spiraled into addiction. Victor, being a former addict himself, went down the same spiral as Dove when she started to use cocaine and alcohol. She became a heartless, pitiful mess. She lashed out angrily at everything that brought reality back to her, often spewing her poison at the one she loved the most. Victor always tried his best, but his addiction to crack cocaine and fentanyl left him a paranoid shell of who he once was. Their codependency ruined them.

On the drive back to her family’s home, Dove mourned the life she was leaving behind but was beginning to feel a small flame of hope for a better future. The highway surrounding them came to an intersection. Going straight led to a small city, and to the right was the road that ran along the lake. Even on a sunny day outside of the trees, the deeper into the town one went, the foggier it got. Dove sank into the comfort of the familiar fog. She could get lost in it, nobody would find her. She’s always had dreams of disappearing, maybe soon she’d actually do it. Soon the family arrived home and began to unpack.

Dove went up to her room, nothing had changed. All of the posters and paintings on the wall were still hung up, the bed was in the same place, and a few boxes of things she left behind were still in the corner. She didn’t bring much with her when she moved in with her boyfriend, so unpacking would be easy. The totes of clothes could be put back under the bed, her keyboard could stay downstairs, guitar goes in the corner of the room, and the wicker shelves would be set up exactly how she had them in the apartment. The witch’s grimoires took up the 2nd to top shelf. Herbs, candles, crystals, among other supplies went on top. The middle shelf remained an altar. The second lowest shelf held books, sketchbooks and notebooks, and the bottom shelf held a bag of shoes and a basket of shells. The sea and water always brought her back to center.

Dove spent the next few months recuperating from addiction. She slept well, ate well, spent time outside, and was becoming happier. She could stand to go to work without a drop of alcohol in her system, but not without a little something to smoke. At least she wasn’t hopped up on cocaine and starving while dancing half naked. She danced better when she had marijuana in her system anyways. After quitting hard drugs, Dove left a lot of relationships as well, leaving her in a lonely place. Getting better does come with a price, but it didn’t cost her friendship with Laurissa. Laurissa would be there no matter what, despite her own addiction. The two were inseparable, they were seen everywhere together, often slept in the same bed, and wore each other’s clothes. 

Eventually the new year came around. Dove hadn’t seen or heard from Victor since early December, but Laurissa was there. Until she wasn’t. In mid January, Laurissa was found dead in her apartment. Dove called and texted her like nothing had happened, but when she didn’t get any response by the end of the day, she grew worried and called again. This time the phone picked up with Laurissa’s mother on the line.

“Laurissa passed away this morning, I’m sorry,” She said. Dove dropped her phone and fell to her knees in the bathroom at work. Everything was gone. She sobbed alone in the stall until another dancer came in. Hearing Dove’s sobs, she whisked her away, downstairs to the locker room. Each dancer in the locker room slowly turned around, surprised to see the usually cheerful woman so broken down. They asked what was wrong, and she choked out that her best friend was dead. The women knew immediately and solemnly went back to getting ready. 

On the way home, Dove silently cried in the back of the taxi, listening to the music she’d listen to with Laurissa. She got out at the package store, bought a bottle of vodka and walked the rest of the way home. Stumbling up the back steps, she began to cry. It was late, so she didn’t have to worry about her family seeing her relapse. An overwhelming feeling of emptiness enveloped her, and back in the abyss she went.

There was this ritual that she had been wanting to try, but due to the danger involved, she never started it. She was too scared to lose her loves. Now, with nothing to lose, Dove was free to try to make it into Midnight City. Luckily for her, the next morning happened to be Saturday with a new moon on the horizon. Both of these aspects of time were crucial to the ritual’s work.

Dove stumbled into her room and dug under her bed for the box she put together when she initially planned on going through with the ritual. It had all the herbs, woods, resins, minerals, the mercury, chalice and cauldron, candles, sigils, athame, black clothes, and the veil. She smiled at it with tears in her eyes and put it on her night stand, then got ready for bed.

The next morning, Dove acted normal, she didn't tell anyone what happened the night before. It's best if they don't know anything is wrong, they'd pester her to talk and then lecture her on how she can't let this horrible event make her relapse. She went downstairs to grab a protein shake to drink while doing her morning stretches. The sunrise was surprisingly colourful for the fog that covered most of the sky, as if Laurissa was telling Dove that she made it to the afterlife safely. The form of suicide yet to come soothed every bit of sadness, anger, and fear out of Dove. Every movement she made was serene. Freedom was on the horizon.

She passed the day in her room, talking with her ancestors through her tarot cards. She felt her heart for what it wanted, racked her brain for what it wanted, and searched her soul for what it wanted. Her answer: "I don't want to be lonely anymore".

The sun began to set as Dove finished eating dinner with her family. She put her dishes in the sink and said goodnight to everyone. This would be the very last time they'd see her. For her shower, she figured she'd go as fresh as possible. She gathered all she needed to be perfect. She left the shower without a hair out of place and perfect skin. By the time she was finished, her platinum hair dried in waves and she smelled of vanilla. She braided her hair and put on simple makeup before returning to her room to put on her ritual clothing.

Opening the box, Dove picked out and put on the black underwear, a cropped t shirt, leggings, cargo pants, a grommet belt, a hoodie, and denim jacket. She looked in the mirror while placing the veil on, draping it over her head like a pashmina. It was almost time to start the ritual.

At 11:36 Dove walked down the road to the crossroads and began to set the space. She drew the circle, a line halfway through, a door above the line, and 12 notches encompassing her. She set the sigils down and the candles above them, blessing the candles in the name of the spirits they've been set for. Once every candle was lit, the temperature dropped but there was no wind, the spirits have begun to pay attention.

Dove, knowing the risks of inter dimensional ritual work set protections for years leading up to this moment, but felt as some wards shattered and circles of white light went out. Darkness is the only way Midnight City can be reached. Many creatures mingle in the chaos.

She walked the circle 12 times and sat in the center before the small cauldron. In the box laid pouches with each ingredient labelled and numbered. First, she poured the alcohol into the chalice as libation for the spirits, and then she took a generous sip for herself. Pouch number one, acacia wood and matches. Dove put the wood in the cauldron, lit a few matches and set the wood on fire, she added the fluffier dried herbs, hyssop and Dittany of Crete. She then built the fire with black walnut, and added bat's head root. Dove shuddered while looking at the next item, the athame. She'd have to cut herself and get a good amount of blood to put on the Jezebel Root.

Dove took a breath, grabbed the athame and pulled down her sleeve. She turned her arm and pushed the tip of the blade under the side of her wrist and dragged it down an inch. She gasped in pain, dropped the blade and grabbed the Jezebel Root, smearing her blood on as her signature. Into the fire went her life force, and then Job's Tears, and finally Balm of Gilead Tears. The fire smelled sweet and of incense. It burned out quickly, and into the cauldron went graveyard dirt, diatomite, and road opening oil. Dove smoothed the mix of ashes, resin, dirt, rocks, and oil into a flat plane for the mercury to sit on.

The candles around her began to flicker, some flame grew, others dimmed but never went out. Dove's focus had to remain on the surface of the mercury. Staring into the liquid mirror, she chanted, "Bathin, lead me to the city. Seere, see me to my wishes, mark me abundant. Bifrons, mark me intelligent in your realms. Murmur, bring to me the souls I wish to see. Malphas, act on behalf of my pains. Gremory, speak to me of the past and beyond."

The demons watched from the shadows, her ancestors watched from behind her. The trance took over and onto the door Dove walked. In a blink she was gone forever from that reality. Now her soul was in custody of Midnight City. She smiled awakening on the other side and began to walk confidently. Dove could feel the presence of her ancestors, she picked her strongest and savviest, they could make it just the same as her. The creatures in the city lurked, trying to find the new spirits; they were hungry.

Some familiar spirits didn't have as much fortitude as Dove thought and began to put off an odor of fear. The other stronger ones quelled the fears of the meek to ward off the monsters. The walk was still easy, but an ancestor who was a remarkable psychic pointed out the sticks in the path and how to avoid them. Some fears were covered up by the confidence of others, but the sticks were hardwired to try to set off a trap. Minutes became an hour, an hour became two, two became three, and three became countless hours. The group of spirits trudged on, Dove became tired and weary. So close to the finish line she was, but that's where the darkest of monsters crept. For the deities, this sacrifice was an entertaining game to watch.

The six spirits could see Dove approaching, overjoyed at her successful pilgrimage, but one demon had a trick up his sleeve. Malphas whisked away from the group, leaving a shell in his place. He whispered to a lost soul to walk forward and grab the first spirit they find.

Just as Dove saw the light approaching, a lost soul ran forward and grabbed the ancestor of her great great grandmother, known for being hard to break. She screamed and the game was over. Dove ran to the light and left the ancestors behind in the beginning feeding frenzy of monsters and lost souls. She ran into a light that was running from her and suddenly she fell. Down, down, down she fell, screaming the whole way down. She landed on the hard ground. The minutes of falling suddenly felt like none, and that she had just fallen face forward onto the ground.

Alone again. Dove was all alone again. She stayed on the ground and sobbed, not caring if any monster was coming to rip her to shreds. Nothing came, but she wasn't alone. Seere watched from above and flew down to her side, bringing with him a candle.

"Poor thing," he whispered, grabbing her shoulder. "I thought you'd make it. You've been lonely your whole life. Every bit of stability has been ripped away from you. Nothing you did seemed to be right, and for that you paid consequences you didn't deserve. You've been abused and trespassed on. You've met failure too many times, but you're not meant to kiss Death yet." Dove kept her eyes on the ground, quiet tears dripping into the dirt. She saw hooves and the silhouette of wings behind the candle light.

"You've suffered too much, I'd like to make a deal. You're lonely and have been searching your whole life for a loyal community, and so have we in this realm. You will gain your people and partial freedom from this realm in exchange for returning to the dark city when called. You are now a creature that lurks in this night, but when you wake you will be surrounded by your new family." Seere looked down to Dove's motionless, expressionless body before waking her up and disappearing.

[hellokittygirlgacha]

This is a oneshot for Mai (and her husband) :D

She is Hawaiian samoan

She used to work at her father's farm in Hawaii since she was 5

She was married at a young age (14)

Her father disowned her because she married a white man

Her husband was from Philadelphia and him and his mom and dad moved to start a farm in Hawaii

They met when she was 6 he was 7

He was 15 when they got married

Unfortunately he died in a car accident when he was 42 last year

She started working as a music teacher when she was 20 and still is a music teacher

Her and his family moved back to Philadelphia when she had molly

He started a very successful business (shack's farm and sell) that molly took over when he died

She has 5 siblings and is the oldest of all of them

She always wanted a big family but her husband wanted a small family but once they adopted val he couldn't say no (13 kids is too damn much bro..)

She moved in with his family when her father disowned her

She still keeps in contact with her siblings and her mother trying to get in contact with her but her father won't allow her

Her kids that still go to school, all of them go to the school she works at

She fired the driver that worked for their family since he caused her husband's death (she made that man's life a living hell)

She smokes weed

She is the type when she visits her husband's grave and laughing first making jokes then bawling her eyes out

One of her old favorite students became a principal and now she works at their school just so she can visit her

Not only did her old student become a principal her other favorite student became a teacher at the same school

She was also bawling her eyes out when she saw them

They both visited her in her classroom

Through her whole years of teaching she always lets her students sleep in her class if they are tired

She has a bed next to her desk if they need to sleep and she lets their other teachers know that they are staying for the period (she pays them off)

She teaches middle school and high school

Her classroom number will always be funny to her (classroom 420)

She taught all her kids Hawaiian at a young age so when they are at home their always talking in Hawaiian

She goes to school early so when she gets up her kids get up with her (they hate it)

Has real Polynesian decor in her classroom by her desk to remind her where she came from

Was shocked when she found out that her daughter worked with her niece (she yelled at her niece for not telling her she was there in Philadelphia)

She has a shark tattoo on her back because she saw one face to face with it when she was swimming one day but it didn't hurt her, it swam away when she stayed calm

This was so much and I will be updating more when I think of more sorry if it's too much :,)

[wilsons-journey]

Tyria Games - Day 3

Hello and welcome back to the Tyria Games!

I hope you have recovered from the past events. I saw the messages and the losses lay heavy,...

I’m glad this is just a simulation. I had nightmares of Nisha coming for me, too.

ANYWAY

Let’s see what the next night has in store!

*cautiously pressing buttons*

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Raevik defeats Kaia in a fight, but spares her life.

Rel sees a fire, but stays hidden.

Selene and Castor Sharptongue sleep in shifts.

Cara and Drorah Helberg fight Rugan and Eldrid. Rugan and Eldrid survive.

Ciaran lets Rurk Lamesprit into her shelter.

Verus cooks his food before putting his fire out.

Wilson sets an explosive off, killing Valefor.

Nisha looks at the night sky.

Marcus Furyclash receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

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Okay. I’m scared to take a look. Argh, what am I saying - Lets gooo.

Alright, what do we have here.

I see some new alliances and - holy an explosion! Who was that? Wilson! Oh,... it killed Valefor. Well, poor guy seemed like he didn't want to play these games anyway. 

Even more interestingly a two on. two fight! Cara and Drorah vs. Rugan and Eldrid. That was wild. Nearly saw Rugan flying down the cliff - but it was Cara and Drorah who went for a sky dive. Swift move you two!

Kala also nearly bites the dust. But Reavik spared her. Well, if that doesn't backfire.

And looks like Rel saw Verus little fire. Lucky for them, Rel didn’t came for a kill.

Nisha just chilling. With a kill count of 4 well deserved (And it prevents this game to be over far to soon. I have at least 5 more outfits for this! I want to wear them all!!)

Oh and Marcus got a hatchet - revenge arc for his wife?

I guess thats it for this night.

Lets head to the next day!

*one single button press*

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Rurk Lamesprit, Eldrid, Raevik, and Wilson hunt for other tributes.

Kaia attacks Verus, but he manages to escape.

Marcus Furyclash practices his archery.

Rugan goes hunting.

Ciaran constructs a shack.

Rel begs for Nisha to kill her. She refuses, keeping Rel alive.

Castor Sharptongue decapitates Selene with a sword.

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Well so much for sleeping in shifts the previous day. Castor just send Selene’s head flying with a sword. Castor really like to go for the head, huh?

Kaia and Verus had a little fight. But Verus just escaped through the bushes.

Ciaran decided to build a shack. Okay, why not. Let’s see how lang that will last.

Uhm Marcus? Why your practicing archery, when you got a hatchet? 

Oh and what do I see here?! Nisha skipped a opportunity to kill. I swear I didn’t do anything to this simulation! Nisha, baby - go. You can kill. Just not all at once!

But well, that’s it for today.

Can I get a big cheer for all, who have survived to this point?

And of course, a salute to our fallen tributes:

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4 cannon shots can be heard in the distance.

† Cara -District 10 † Drorah Helberg - District 8 † Valefor - District 11 † Selene - District 3

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I see you tomorrow - same place, same time ♥

--- Your host Nektarius

--- Previous Round:

[itwasthisorthemilitary]

So Saturday I woke up and before Sophie and Sam came over I went to my new house and put my new sheets on my new bed, and hung my bug net. Because I knew that the last thing I'd want to do after moving everything was then have to make my bed and struggle to hang the bug net in the dark. And there's no question of me sleeping WITHOUT my bug net.

Then I went and collected oranges to offer my friends as payment for helping me out because cooking for them was kinda out of the question because I have one plate and no food.

Then Toño and I changed the oil in the generator that he's leaving at my house.

So then Sophie and her guide showed up, and a little later Sam came to and we got all my shit to the new house. They all hung out while I got myself organized. Sam went up on the roof to install my solar panel.

It was my first time seeing Sophie since Ave Maria so that was really nice, and Sam is my bestie. For the most part we talked books all day because the three of us have just been swapping back and forth books.

After Sophie and her guide left I walked with Sam to the next two over, he has like a 2 1/2 walk from my town back to his so I walked for like 30 minutes with him to show him this really cool abandoned government building near the river. We spent a good amount of time trying to find a way inside and then headed our separate ways. For my first dinner I made boiled plantains (Sophie brought me plantains as a housewarming gift) with some spicy seasoning. Followed by a bottle of warm champagne that Sam brought me as a house warming gift. Had to toast to the new house.

The plantains tasted wonderfully and the champagne went straight to my head because the only things I ate had been oranges and a boiled plantain.

The two of them really hyped me up about my new place. It's 2 rooms: a bedroom and a kitchen area. And I am really lucky because Toño is leaving me with a bedframe, table, two chairs, washing machine, generator (for the washing machine), and helped me hook up my gas tank for the stove.

Sophie is having issues finding a rental option because there's a lot of drama in her town and her family keeps telling her she can't rent every option because the owners are bad people.

Sam doesn't have a rental option...and has been told he might have to build his own?

I'm feeling much more settled, and now that I have space to myself I will seek out social interaction more because it's not being forced upon me. Sunday night at like 8 pm (a little tipsy and pitch black) I walked back up to Elena's house to say thank you for her hospitality. When I tell you that I REALLY didn't want to, I mean it. But she goes to school in the city all day every Saturday so I didn't see her at all when I was moving things and even though she knew I was moving, I couldn't leave without saying anything. So I trudged up the hill and thanked her for her generosity. Then I went and slept in my brand new bed with brand new sheets and was terrified the entire time. The thing about a wooden shack is it's a lot easier for bugs to get in than a cement house, and as we've seen, the cement doesn't deter much anyways. I woke up at every noise and slept terribly. But it's a new space and I'm just not used to it.

The biggest issue is there is absolutely NO Signal at my new house. Obviously it's not the end of the world, it's just the one perk of living at Elena's that was so good was I could scroll Instagram from my bed. But Elena also lived on top of a pointy hill and my new house is in the shadow of that hill. Maybe I maintain a relationship with her just enough for some hammock/Instagram time.

Then Sunday morning I went to Penonome. I am technically supposed to be heading to chorrera to buy more shit that I need for my house (clothes hangers, duct tape, more dishware) but instead I'm heading to the capitol provincial city of the neighboring province, Cocle. Because conveniently, Penonome is halfway between Carlo and I. We've had this little date planned to see the new Planet of the Apes movie and get a hotel room for some time before I knew I was moving. But I'll never say no to AC/Electricity for a night (or seeing Carlo I suppose)

[rookusmaximus]

The day was coming to an end, a small gust of wind carried with it a sickening stench, Helen flinched her nose and turned to enter her house.

It's been getting worse lately... the smell. It's not always there, But it arrives quite frequently, Maybe some kind of animal died nearby, either way the house provided shelter from the smell. The howling of the wind could be faintly heard from the outside, the sun was already going down, its reflection looked mesmerizing on the ocean. Helen has been living in this house ever since she was a child, it is her family home... although she is the only one left, Fortune has not been kind to her.

A pitched shriek sounded, The water has finally boiled, Helen poured herself some tea and prepared to end the day, Helen is a writer, she has published a few books so far to little success, She had just finished working for the day on her latest book. 'How long have I been working on this book?' she wondered to herself. The book carried with it her pride, in Helen's mind the book's success was all but assured, it was a spark of genius, a tale of a brother and a sister exploring an underwater cavern, Helen was not sure how the idea struck her, but it seemed so natural, her hand moved as if she was writing her own story.

She smiled as she closed the book and put it on her shelf, Her eyes already weighing down on her, Sleep was fast approaching. Helen made her final preparations and entered her room. The dim rays of moonlight had glazed over her neatly made bed... and then they didn't. A darkness, Helen couldn't see a thing, She went out of her room to grab a lantern but as she returned, The room was as it had always been, the dim rays covering her neatly made bed. Perhaps a cloud had blocked the moonlight, she was tired, oh so tired, and the bed was very inviting. Helen removed the doubt from her mind and entered her bed, keeping the lantern by her bed side just in case. She let out a yawn and closed her eyes...

...

...

"Often times, Dreams can be an interpretation of things we see in our daily lives, Some dreams may be long memories a person has all but forgotten about. And sometimes, a dream could also have no meaning at all, It cannot all mean something"

...

...

...

It's this dream again, I stand on the water's edge but no sun shines on me, I peer into the water and see the image of a boy... he looks right into my eyes.... begging... I am on a mountain, living in a shack, a snow storm rages on outside, I am in a place no life should exist, where the very air can freeze your lungs... I hear a knock on my door. And then I am at my house, where I have always been, where I will always be, cheerful laughter fills the halls, A family eats dinner, are they celebrating something? And then I am out, I open my eyes to rays of light, a new day has dawned.

I walk outside, the sunny skies give way to clouds of rain... were they always here? I walk to the shore, I peer down at the lake, The only thing reflected in it is my own image, Its eyes piercing through me...

A gust of wind blows once again and with it the sickening smell, How long has it been since I had a breath of fresh air? I turn to leave...

...

"Have you forgotten so soon?", a voice? I turn to look, all that lays before me is the endless ocean, no speaker in sight, "I need to finish my book" says Helen before turning once more towards her house, its imposing figure looking back at her as if she was an ant. She entered her home, water had been leaking from the ceiling, Helen keeps on walking, She entered her study, its window looking out to the very ocean from which she made her escape, she reaches for the shelf, grabbing a book wrapped in leather, featuring ornate gold carvings, she opens the book and begins writing, her lantern sitting next to her. It is already night. Her handwriting grows more and more disorganized as she goes along, and then... she stops...

The book in her hands dimly reflects the rays of moonlight from its gold carvings, The sickening smell is now ever present, It has infiltrated her very sanctuary, But she is not focused on the smell, in fact she hasn't even noticed it, what her mind was focused on was the latest passage she has written in the book...

...

"Desperately struggling the boy begged for help, his breath running short as the water threatened to claim his life, his eyes gazed beyond the barrier of water, yet where his sister once stood all he could see was a set of eyes, emotionless, indifferent to his struggle... the boy closed his eyes for the last time"...

...

The figure seating at the desk simply held the book in complete stillness, no discernible emotion could be read from its motionless visage, it stood up from the desk gripping tightly the book, there was no more light, the clouds had covered the sky completely, the only source of light was the already dimming lantern placed on the desk... the thing grasped it.

It made its way out of the house, the sickening smell now permeated every last part of its conscious mind, the only thing it could see was the light of it's candle but in its mind the destination was clear, it made its way down to the water surface and peered...

...

...

"You finally remembered... sister..."

[whltlock]

neverletyougo (iii)

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

Summary: He keeps your hand on his cheek, and you glance at the small, sentimental gesture. It ignites something in you, something you can’t quite name yet, but you think it might’ve been there a while.

Info: jason todd/reader, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, mutual pining, minor zatanna/reader. mild (clothed) sexual content in this chapter.

It’s only us, hope you know you hold me up

It’s movie night with the Wayne and Wayne-adjacent kids. There’s one slouched on every piece of furniture, and then some more on the floor. Even with their oodles of money, none of them have an apartment big enough for a crowd like this. But it hasn’t stopped you from shacking up at Dick’s for the night.

A cheesy horror flick flits across the screen, and every jumpscare makes half the room lift into the air, and the other half roar with laughter. Popcorn’s been thrown everywhere. It’s a delightful night.

Well, it is, if you don’t count Jason’s wary side-glances. Every so often, once the laughter subsides, he looks at you. The first few times you’d smiled, poked him, made a joke, but now it unnerves you. It’s bringing you back to the same state you barely avoided the other day, where you’re floundering to understand the feelings he’s stirred within you.

The next time he looks, you leave the room with the excuse of wanting something else to drink.

Except you stay in the kitchen for a long time, stewing. Thinking and thinking, though none of it’s useful. Just an endless, flat circle; a loop of nonsensical thoughts. By now, your nervousness has turned into panicky worry.

You’re worrying about Jason, so maybe it’s a good thing that he eventually follows you. He walks into the room, too careful about where he’s stepping.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey.”

He nears you and fixes himself a fresh glass of water. It’s quiet as he does so, aside from the rhythmic glug-glug of the tap.

After a few sips, he bumps into you with his shoulder. He eyes you, gaze meticulous, though you think he thinks he’s being subtle. “You okay?”

You nod. One corner of his mouth pulls down.

“Why’re you hanging out in here, then?” he asks.

“Just thinking,” is your response. Just overthinking to extraordinary, olympic-worthy magnitudes.

“About?”

It brings forth a teasing smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Jason doesn’t react similarly. Instead, he shifts weight from one foot to the other and plainly says, “Yeah.”

Your expression falters. “Nothing important. Let’s go back.”

However, he stops you before you can move away. “Wait,” he says. “I want to ask you something.”

Your mouth goes dry. You croak, “Okay.”

“Are we…” He clears his throat. “Are we alright?”

At once, your heart crashes from heaviness. “Jason,” you say fretfully, “have I made you feel like we’re not?”

“Just—we haven’t really spoken since I slept over. Did I—” He wants to say ‘read things wrong,’ but he instead says, “Overstep?”

You shake your head, overwhelmed with sadness. “No, Jason, of course not. I’m sorry. I thought I might have.”

Finally, something other than fear slips through the cracks. His limbs loosen and he stops toeing the floor. “You didn’t.”

“Okay,” you say, mustering a smile. “Then we’re okay.”

Jason nods, then he tips the rest of his glass into the sink. He offers his hand. “C’mon, let’s finish this marathon.”

One by one, the group drops like flies wherever they’re sprawled, and the movie becomes more snores than diegetic sounds.

You glance at the other end of the couch where Wally’s just dunked into sleep, and then you look the other way at Jason. His lids flutter tiredly as he slouches into you.

“I’m the lone survivor,” you sigh glibly.

At that, he scoffs. “You wish,” he mutters as his head tilts up. But, because you turn too, your noses brush.

Jason pauses. You swallow. Your eyes trawl his face.

“You’re cute when you’re all grumpy and sleepy,” you murmur, your mouth carrying the faintest hint of a smile.

“M’not sleepy,” he lies, shifting so he’s even closer. “And you’re cute all the damn time,” he says like he’s cross about it. You can’t hide your smile now, so he adds, “Hate it. Especially when you do that.”

You grin, endeared. He has a certain way of saying things, of dancing around them carefully, but his tongue’s looser when he’s tired. The scale tips towards fluttery feelings instead of confusing ones.

“Stop it,” he grumbles, nosing into your neck.

“If it’s all the time, then I can’t,” you say smartly.

He makes an unimpressed noise. “God, don’t I know it.”

Your heart skips a few beats. He must hear it, because he finally smiles. His head lifts into view. His eyes survey the room before returning to you, and then his hand hooks around your neck and your lips are crashing together.

Jason pulls you away from Wally and into him. It’s a surprise how quickly the kiss deepens, considering he was falling asleep minutes ago. But his lips are warm and insistent and inviting, and you no longer even notice the snores. It’s just Jason: heated skin, thick arms, the scratch of stubble.

You break off to breathe and to wrench him from the couch. He follows without a word. You duck into the nearest bedroom.

As soon as the door closes, Jason’s on you again, arms wrapping around your waist, hands smoothing over your sides. When his tongue slips into your mouth, you let out a euphoric sound that he promptly swallows. Together, you walk backwards to the bed, then tumble onto it.

Jason helps you to the pillows, though you’re desperate to have his weight on top of you and grab his hips. There’s something comforting about lying beneath him that you desperately need right now.

He kisses your throat, searching for a sensitive spot to suckle on. “Just as pretty like this,” he breathes, and it makes you shiver. Lost in a trance, your fingers slide beneath his shirt, and then you’re bringing it over his head.

You’re too caught up to even focus on the fact that this is really happening. Instead, you say, “You’re prettier, Jay.”

Jason places one of your legs around his hips, then sinks closer, and you gasp softly as he grinds into you. Since you’re wearing pyjamas, there’s not many layers between you. It feels heavenly. And hungrily, Jason’s lips find yours, eager to steal more sounds from you. Your hands grapple with his waist, your desire growing for him with every passing moment.

But then there’s footsteps outside the bedroom and the door opens soon after, and Jason rolls off you. He turns away, tugging the duvet over his hips even though it’s dark. It feels like you’ve stopped breathing.

You hear Dick’s groan before he speaks. “You guys couldn’t have crashed in Wally’s room?”

You shrug, attempting to keep your tone light. “Finders keepers, Dickie. You know that.”

He makes an exasperated noise but climbs into the bed nevertheless. “Fine,” he says, “but no funny business.”

Jason snorts at the same time you do. If only he knew what he’d interrupted.

You settle beneath the covers, as does Jason. You’re sure he’s glad to have you as a buffer. His hand grazes yours beneath the pillowy quilt. The three of you lay there silently.

It doesn’t take long for Dick to go back to sleep. Once he does, you roll towards Jason. You’re afraid he’s fallen asleep like his brother until he cups your cheeks and his mouth meets yours. There’s something downright wicked about continuing with Dick beside you.

It spurs you to feel his chest, adoring all his hard work. His mass is delicious and only lures you in further. His shoulder hangs over yours, and his hand moves down your backside. He massages your ass, breathing heavier against you.

Suddenly careless, your hand slides low, wandering all the way to his crotch. You palm him, mouth watering as he responds eagerly to your touch. Jesus, the way he’ll fuck you into the mattress—

But Jason laughs, soft and incredulous as he grabs your wrist. His forehead touches yours. “Not here,” he says regretfully. When you let out a low whine, his lips press to yours gently. “I know,” he murmurs.

“Sorry,” you say, your senses slowly coming back to you. You glance at Dick’s sleeping form. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you repeat in a whisper.

His answer comes in the form of him turning your chin back and planting another kiss on you.

After a moment, he rests beside you, cosying into the crook of your shoulder. Jason lays an arm across your naked stomach, fingers tracing invisible constellations.

Feeling less guilty, you angle your leg between his. He hums into your skin.

In the safety of the quiet, he wants to spill his secrets. But he doesn’t.

You drift off once the adrenaline wears itself out.

You wake on your side with wide eyes peering into yours. It makes you jerk back from fright. “Jesus, Dick!” you hiss.

His mouth expands into a big smile. He looks like a fluffy golden retriever in the dappled light. “What?” he replies innocently. It makes you want to smother him with a pillow

“Why’re you staring at me, you nutcase?” Your mind fills with how ruffled you must look in the early morning and you swipe at your face.

“Well…” he says, “Jason hasn’t left me much choice.”

You’re confused, so Dick holds up his hand, and you finally feel where he’d kept it—on your waist. And attached to it is Jason, fingers entwined.

You smack a hand over your mouth as you burst out laughing.

“Think he was looking for you,” Dick says wryly, still smiling. It’d make your face flush if you didn’t find it so funny.

Your amusement disturbs Jason and he rouses with a groan, chin and nose bumping into your shoulder. The seconds tick by as he blinks awake, and you wait for him to realise.

His eyes must open behind you, because Dick grins. “Think I could get into this throuple cuddling thing,” he says.

The hand Jason clutches is slightly rougher than he expected, and as he looks down, he sees the arm it’s attached to is contorted in an unnatural manner. Suddenly, he’s acutely aware of his body and the situation, and he yanks it back.

“You need a psych eval,” Jason huffs as he pulls away. He rolls to the other side of the bed, leaving you to pout.

Dick remains unperturbed. He keeps the conversation going with, “The others wanna go for brunch, by the way.”

You glance between the brothers, then ask, “When?”

“Fifteen minutes.”

Your face screws up with indecision. Food—especially food you don’t have to cook—sounds exceptional.

Inevitably, the mountains of pancakes, syrup, fruit, and grease tempt you out of bed, Jason in tow as he grumbles about his half-wit brother.

“That’s not your jumper,” is how Donna chooses to greet you when you enter the living room minutes later. Your eyes skirt down, taking in the red cotton that’s a little too oversized for you. Before you can defend yourself, she continues, “That is.”

You follow her pointed finger to where Jason’s just appeared wearing your pastel purple hoodie. On him, it’s tighter than it should be, but it suits him in a way that makes you salivate for more than breakfast.

Although right now, panic is rife in your system at being called out like that.

Her brow lifts, perfectly smug. “Is there a reason you’ve swapped clothes?”

Next to her, Dick’s face begins to crease in horror, like he’s just realised what he walked into last night.

Hastily, you say, “No!”

“Christ, D, it’s just a hoodie,” Jason dismisses with a roll of his eyes. You glance at him and feel oddly putoff despite your previous apprehension.

“That’s how it starts,” Wally chimes in with a wink. “First a hoodie, then you’re willing to get obliterated in a swirling vortex of doom—”

Jason makes a loud, discontent noise as he heads for his keys. He shakes them in annoyance. “We going or not?”

The group melts into a gleeful chorus of, “Yes!”

On your way out of the apartment, Jason catches your wrist and slows your stroll. You look at him sideways, then divert your attention as he leans towards you. His breath grazes your ear as he says, “Think West might be right. That vortex is looking better and better everyday.”

It makes you laugh but you shove him. “Shut up. I’ll give you back your stupid hoodie, washed and folded.”

When he holds his arms out expectantly, you restrain yourself from kicking his shin. “Not right now! It’s not like I had time to find a shirt.”

At that, Jason’s mouth twists roguishly. You avoid paying it mind and instead focus on reaching the elevator. Which, very coincidentally and not at all on purpose, is almost all the way closed, and none of the grinning fools have bothered to stick a hand between the doors.

You can’t even curse them out as you’re abruptly pinned against the marble wall, hands slinking beneath your jumper.

“Jason…” you mumble as he tugs the collar aside to mouth at your shoulder. A shiver runs down your spine.

He spins you around, lips meeting yours as he presses you against the wall again. His hands still roam, touching all the skin he can, and he gets dangerously close to the swell of your chest where your heart sprints.

“Jason,” you repeat as you hear the elevator shooting back up.

“What?” he says, kissing your jaw. “This is what they wanted.”

“Cameras.”

With a sigh, he stops kissing you. His nose brushes yours as he lingers in front of your face. “You’re right,” he says in a low tone. “Wouldn’t want anyone else to catch a peek of you like this.”

An unwilling smile takes control of your mouth and you turn away like it’ll hide it. He chases you, hands cupping your cheeks. He kisses you some more, eager but soft, and this time you have trouble resisting.

“You’re a real sight, you know that?” he says against your mouth.

Your eyes open. “Thought it was ‘just a hoodie.’”

He grabs your chin, and his gaze manages to be both frisky and serious. “You’d prefer I tell her she’s right? That I was gonna strip you down and wake them up with the sound of my name?”

You almost choke on his vivid desire. “No,” you say. “Don’t you dare say that to anyone.”

His lips skim yours, mouth curled devilishly. “No promises.”

“Yes. Yes, promises, Jason,” you huff, then duck beneath him and into the dinging elevator.

[milqueandsugar]

🏵 DSMP's sleep over with their crush 🏵

Warnings: slight nsfw themes

Characters: Techno | Sapnap | Ranboo

| Technoblade |

If your sleeping over at Techno's or he's sleeping over at your house, consider you guys practically married

He doesn't trust easily, and sleeping is a very vulnerable state, he considers it a very big thing

Your sleep over wasn't exactly planned, you had gone to visit him and Phil with some baked goods and a simple conversation turned into a debate about whether cheesecake was a cake or pie

It was stupid and childish but a good conversation none the less

You hadn't realized how late the time had gotten until you passed a glance outside and was met with a blinding coat of white

"Uh oh"

Yeah turns out that the blizzard outside went completely unheard beneath your debate

Philza offered that you could stay the night at first, worried you wont be able to make it home

You were hesitant but when Techno stepped in ASKING you to stay, that's when you finally caved in

You spent the night teaching Techno and Philza some baking recipes and they show you some potion recipes

Techno even shows you some battle moves until you grow bored and end the night telling each other old stories until the two of you fall asleep in his bed

In the morning Techno is mighty embarrassed that he slept in the same bed with you but he wouldn't say a thing

Makes your breakfast and lends you some of his clothes to wear (tottally not to casually scent you or anything)

When you finally part ways and you begin to head home the man has to have a lay down, gushing blindly about how amazing you are while Phil nods along, happy his old friend has finally found someone who he trusts.

| Sapnap |

It was the day he was finally going to tell you how he felt, he was absolutely over the moon for you

He was going to be the perfect gentleman all day, make you feel amazing, give you the flowers he had spent the whole day gathering and finally tell you how he feels

Putting on some of his nicer clothes and headed over to your picnic spot, where you were already sitting

"Hey do you wanna sleep over tonight"

The question completely threw him off, the two of you were half way through your lunch when you decided to throw that curve ball at him

"Y-yeah sure that sounds fun!"

He agreed before he had time to rearrange his plan, okay fuck it the plan was going out the window

He could tell you another day, now all he could think about was how pretty you would look sleeping next to him

Your gently breathing, he could wrap his arms around you and put his head in the crook of your neck, hands slipping past yous hips-

"Hey are you paying attention?"

"Oh yeah sure, definitely"

The day goes by wonderfully and your both having a great time, when you invite Sapnapn in he can't help but want to see everything

Hes been in your home before but it just looks different, so bet your ass hes looking through everything and asking you about all the things you have

That night you play a bunch of board and card games, the night is filled with laughter and betrayal in the form of Uno

When it comes to going to bed Sapnap hops into your bed and opens his arms for you, under the excuse that your hot and hes cold, it just makes sense!

When you climb into his arms he swears his heart skips a beat, the entire night while you're sleeping he savors the moment, not knowing when he'd be able to get this again

| Ranboo |

Our wholesome boyyyy

The two of you were meant to hang out that day but the thought escaped his mind

When you came to his little shack concerned about him he felt his heart drop, he couldn't believe he had forgotten about you!

To make it up to you he offers for you to stay the night, which you graciously agree too

After the tour and introduction to his pets the two of you do what you had planned to earlier, chest sorting!

Boring but with your chaotic energies combined pretty entertaining, at one point you found one of his memory books, engraved with your name

The gesture lightened your mood, he must care about you a whole lot to have a memory book dedicated to you! The idea of reading it cane to mind but, you didnt want to betray his trust and put it right back where you found it

When the sun had set and everything was clean and tidy the two of you settles down to do more mundane things

Painting his nails, him playing and trying to braid your hair, small dance party, it was a good night!

As the two of you headed to bed he got comfortable on the floor to your surprise

"What are you doing?"

"Oh-oh well I assumed you would want to sleep on the bed?"

"I didnt want you to sleep on the ground! Get up here"

Because of his beds small size and the mans long legs you end up on top of him, legs entangled in his with your head on his chest

He feels like hes going to stroke at any moment

When you fall asleep he slowly begins to calm and starts running his fingers through your hair to ease himself to sleep

This was definitely going I the memory book

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Emerald Eyes: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: (Y/N’s POV)

Word count: 2k

A/N: this honestly was awesome to write, like I'm hoping I got the protectiveness of Clint right, and then change in attitude. Also, I hope you find the same stuff I laughed at for like 20 minutes while writing funny. Other than that Enjoy the Chapter and if you wanna be added to the tag list fill out the form and give me some suggestions and your Vote for our endgame!

Chapter 4 , Chapter 6

Your first week of training with Natasha seemed to be going well, everytime you got pinned, had to tap out or take a break (which was not often, so you had to pretend a few times) she would tease you which started to become something you actually enjoyed, you liked how creative she would get with a few of them. Every so often she would make comments regarding something Steve said about you “not being a regular recruit” and “you’re something special, apparently” is all she would say about it, you were glad that steve didn’t tell her about your enhancements. You hadn’t told anyone yet, not even your -self-appointed -“best friend” Pietro, who you know would understand more than the others at the compound, but you just couldn’t risk anyone knowing especially the person who is in charge of your training at the compound. If Natasha did know or had a suspicion of you, you couldn’t tell from the way she acted around you.

It wasn’t until her friend Clint came back from “personal time” did she start to act different, at first nothing changed she acted as she normally does around you, but after your first meeting with Clint something changed…

“Hi, I’m SWORD Agent (Y/L/N), its great to meet you... Agent Romanoff has told me about you” you greet him with a smile and an outstretched hand, he returns your smile with an indifferent look and refusing your hand “nice to meet you…” he says as his eyes scan you as if he is looking for something, and then he turns to Natasha with a wide smile “soo...Nat how about we head to the team dinner now? I don’t want Thor to get all the good stuff” Natasha turns to you with a surprisingly gentle smile “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you return her smile with one of her own as you back away from the two “yeah, have fun…” you give Clint a small wave goodbye “...nice meeting you, Agent Barton” he doesn’t pay you any mind as him and Natasha walk off down the hallway.

---

You run into him a few times over the next few weeks around the compound after that, but none that stick out to you as much as when you were running around the track outside the compound while Natasha watched and wrote a few things down on her notepad every so often, you had noticed Clint walking up to her and just assumed it was regarding avengers business, but when Clint reached Natasha he just watched you run and would look at the redhead beside him a few times before his stoic expression slowly turned into one of surprise as his jaw dropped, he said something into her ear which made her finally look up at him. You couldn’t tell from where you were, but from the way she grabbed his arm and led him inside through the glass doors, she was either mad or something really bad had happened.

As you got closer to the side of the track they previously occupied you stopped for a sip of your water and watched them through the glass, Natasha seems to be annoyed while Clint just looked up at the ceiling with a huge smile and his arms crossed, Natasha however just shook her head and walked outside back to the track, she saw you and gave you a short smile that didn’t reach her eyes, when she came up to you she motioned for you to go back inside the compound you assumed that this meant training would be more sparing or shooting, but she didn’t move from her spot, you called out to her “you coming?...can’t really continue training without you” she looked up at you with an emotionless expression “you’re done for today, eat and rest and we’ll be back here tomorrow morning” this confused hell out of you, the entire that you’ve been training with Natasha she has not once let you go early if anything she keeps you for longer. You could tell something was up but you didn’t want to intrude so you simply walked back into the compound where you were greeted by Clint who was suddenly cheery to see you “Hellooooo, (Y/N)...I just realized I never asked how you’re liking training with Nat, is she fun? Keeping you on your toes?” this sudden change in mood from the two of them confused you even more.

“I’m finding it nice...she seems to know what she’s doing and she’s highly skilled, it was nice of steve to assign her to me” Clint’s brows furrowed at that last part but his smile didn’t fade “Oh...she told you Steve assigned her to you?...” you nodded because that is exactly what she had told you after your first training session “...big blue told me that she requested to be your partner, hmm I wonder why?-well I better get going have a lovely evening!” he pats your shoulder as he walks past you and down the hall, you stand there for another minute before continuing back to your qu-room -as Pietro kept insisting you call it- and called it a day before heading to the library to relax. You waited for a few hours for the young woman that you would talk with on the other side of the shelf, she had stopped showing up a few weeks prior and so you decided to head back to your room and attempt to get some sleep after the day you had.

Time Skip--3 weeks

After about a month of training with Natasha and getting lessons on “how to live” with Pietro you’ve started to feel comfortable around the compound, Natasha seemed to get back to her normal behaviour after a few weeks since her talk with Clint that had changed his mood about you suddenly, you were even invited to the avenger’s movie night by Pietro, it was a little weird when you first sat down though...

Pietro had asked Natasha if it was okay for him to join your training for the day and she knew he was lonely since his sister’s mission so she allowed for him to join a few exercises, once your session was over he was very quick to stop you when you were heading to leave the room.

He whizzes from his spot across the room to right in front of you as he beginnings “so dude, I was thinking...maybe you wanna join us for movie night?” he gives you desperate eyes that he always uses when he wants something.

You give him a “really?” look because you were pretty sure Natasha would object to this idea, “umm, well...I don’t know man, is the team cool with me crashing?” He nods and calls out to Natasha who is making her way towards you two.

“Is it cool if (Y/N) crashes movie night tonight?”

Natasha’s lips go up into a small smile -that you have been very oblivious to the fact that she only does it when someone says your name- as she responds to Pietro’s inquiry “well I think it would be a great idea, the team wouldn’t mind at all I’m sure”

You give a small smile before answering “I don’t really have a choice, do I P?” Pietro gives you a big grin which is all the answer you need, he was definitely going to bring you to movie night if you agreed or not “nope! Now tell me what do you like to snack on during comedies?” you tell him what your favourite candies are and he says goodbye as he rushes out to grab the snacks for the whole team and now you.

Natasha is already making her way down the hallway when you call out to her “You really had to give him an answer?” she lets a small giggle escape her lips as she continues walking.

---

You get into a few of the new casual clothes that Pietro helped you buy as part of his “how to live” lessons, and make your way to the avenger’s common room, it is much nicer than you imagined and is filled with a lot of comfortable looking furniture, as you enter you are greeted by Pietro of course, who is setting up the snacks on the coffee table in the middle of the room, and then Steve who is grabbing beverages from the fridge in the kitchen, he hands you a beer but you decline.

“I don’t really drink, but thank you” as soon as you say this Clint and Pietro appear next to you. Pietro has a faux look of sympathy and Clint is giving you a look that says “don’t worry we aren’t gonna judge you” as he takes one of the beers from Steve. Pietro presses the drink into your hand and looks you in the eye as he speaks slowly “Lesson. Number. Three, dude...relax a bit” you hesitate at first but reluctantly accept the drink and thank Steve once again. You see Bruce enter with Tony hot on his trail ranting about one of their new inventions “Brucie, I’m telling you this would only take a few- um I’m sorry who are you? who is this?” he says pointing to you.

“Oh um, hi I’m Agent (Y/L/N)-*Pietro elbows you and gives you a LooK* (Y/F/N)-I'm (Y/N) -this was another lesson from the speedster "use your first name more"- Pietro invited me to join you all tonight” you say before taking a sip of beer to calm your nerves, he looks over to Pietro “you keep bringing the agents your shacking up with to movie night and I’ll ban you again” you spit out some of your drink as he says this and proceed to cough while you try to correct him “n-no *cough* we-we are not *wheezes before coughing again* we *clears throat* we are not together sir...I can promise you that, I am-I am very much into women” Pietro is laughing on the floor after falling over while all of this is happening and cursing that he didn’t have a camera. Steve is patting your back to make sure you’re okay and Clint is giving you a cheeky smirk as he walks over towards the TV area.

Once you and Pietro are both recovered from that spectacle, and you say hello to Bruce, and everyone goes and takes their seats, Steve takes an armchair, Tony takes an identical one next to him and Bruce takes the one next to Clint, Pietro goes and sits in front of the coffee table facing directly at the screen, as you look around you notice that one redheaded Russian is missing from the group, you shrug it off and go to sit down on the couch that is behind the coffee table as soon as you get comfortable though the entire team is staring at you with wide eyes and concern...all except for Clint who is looking at you as though he is calculating something in his head.

You look at all of them before you speak up “umm...is something wrong? Did I get beer on my shirt or something?” Bruce opens his mouth to speak before everyone turns their heads to the direction of footsteps coming their way, as you turn your head to look you are greeted by yet again a pair of mesmerizing emerald eyes that don’t connect with yours as they scan the room before landing on you, you wave and give a small smile to the owner of those eyes as she looks like she is contemplating something for a second before shrugging slightly and making her way over to the couch and sits next to you, far enough away that you are both sitting comfortably on the couch.

“Hi” is all you can muster to say in front of her, she gives you another small smile and responds “Hi..." she waits a moment before asking you "...could you pass me a drink please?” you reach over to the coffee table in front of you both and grab her the only beer left on the table, as you hand it to her, her fingers brush yours and you nearly drop the bottle, she lets a small giggle escape as she thanks you and turns to face the tv before adjusting herself to be comfortable in her seat, as you turn to look forward you can see Clint giving you a wink and Pietro looking over at Steve with absolute bewilderment and Steve returning it with a look of his own before he presses play on the movie.

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[luciditymoonsstuff]

I made my own au!

credit if use)

SOOOOOOO

i don't have a name, it would be great if someone gave me a idea for ibt but here it is!

sorry in advance for the typos!

Everything is normal. Stan and ford have a great relationship, their kids, blah blah blah.

whats different is:

stan accidentally broke the project.

he left and went home, scared something would happen.

a few minutes later, the door opens and blendin is there. He didnt want bill to be back so he fixed the project himself and poofed.

Next day, Ford presents his project and they accept him.

Stans upset, of course but congratulates Ford like nothing happens.

The day of Ford leaving:

Stan isnt there, hes just on the swing. alone.

Ford is about to get on the plane then he realizes, stans not there.

despise his parents yells, he runs to a taxi and rides back to his home as fast as possible.

he sees stan there and runs to him.

stan and ford arent talking, just on the swings. (Fords plane left already)

Ford starts to talk but is interupted by Stan getting up and Leaving. Ford runs up to stan and grabs his arm before stan goes inside fully.

"..I want you here with me, Stanley. I didnt realize that we need eachother- *i need you.*" - Ford

Stan turns around and hugs Ford.

A few days later: (Ford stays btw)

Ford suggests moving to gravity falls and research the weirdness there. Stan agrees and they move there.

Ford finds the bill stuff on the cave and says it out loud.

He tells Stan and he immediately goes into protective brother mode and follows Ford the entire time.

Ford gets mad at Stan for pretending like he needs protecting and they argue.

Stan goes into the shack for the rest of the day.

Ford goes under a tree and since hes been up at night, he gets tired and sleeps.

Bill shows up in fords dream and manipulates him into making stan so mad hes so close to leaving.

Then, Stan makes ford think about the deal he just made with a random 'all knowing being'. Stan ends up staying to serectly keep Ford not insane or possessed or something.

A few days later, Fords been- acting a bit, *paranoid*. Stan doesnt know why so he asks ford.

Ford just skips the question and starts walking away.

This time, stan grabs Fords arm and pulls him over to the chair in the kitchen and sits on the opposite side of the table in the middle.

"You cant escape now. might as well tell me." -stan

"its nothing, can i go *'sleep"* now?" -Ford

"really poindexter? You clearly havent slept in a while." -stan

"..fair enough.." -Ford

"Now tell me sixer." -stan

"Im fine." -Ford

"mhm, i totally believe you." -stan

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Ford tells Stan about bills half failed plan.

Bills got a puppet but no tools.

After that night, stan started being beside Ford every single day. even when Ford slept, meaning stan has seen bord/bill possessing ford.

Ford and stan spent years

*(atleast 5-10, so they would be however old they were when they saw eachother for the first time since stans kick out in the OG timeline)*

trying everything to stop bill. Even Unicorns, they said they werent "pure of heart" which may have been true.

Ford and stan talked through

through many cries, fights, normal talking, everything. They agreed that they would build the portal, go in, stop bill, and immediately get out and be free of bill.

They needed one person who was great at robots and more.

Fiddleford.

The twins met him through backupshmore since Ford didng go to his dream college.

They called up fiddleford and they immediately worked on the portal.

The day of the testing, Fiddleford accidentally went into the portal but the twins pulled him out.

Fiddleford left after that- that *terrible sight*

And so stan got mad at Ford for not paying attention and manipulating him into agreeing. He didnt even tell fiddleford about bill, they both didnt.

They fought for a good 5 minutes until ford got pushed onto the lever to turn on the portal. Ford got up and jumped onto stan.

Slowly, they both started to levatate and got sucked into the portal.

Fiddleford came back because he Left his computer and he heard the twins scream.

He ran down and saw them get sucked into the portal.

the portal closed and Fiddleford was left alone.

He looked around for the journals and couldn't find them.

He had completely forgot how to build it after the 1st memory wipe.

He decided that the twins did something so idiotic but he needed to get them back.

He spent 30 years getting them back.

(He was pretty much grunkle stan but his name is still fiddleford but he said that he was their grunkle)

The entire summer was the same but fiddle was "grunkle fiddle" and then he was just "fiddle" when he got stan and ford back.