#he just looks soo vulnerable so childlike :(
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i keep this picture in my wallet to show people when they ask who carmy is bc to me this is Carmy....no sexy arms. no slutty little t-shirts and waist defining aprons. no chain with which to dangle. absolutely no swag. big sad eyes. about to expirence the worst year of his life
#this image just makes me crazy i cant explain it i wanna fix him so bad#feminine urge to save him from the horrors joel mchale urge to add to them#in nyc chef's defense this man really does look vulnerable and easy to verbally abuse. not to victim blame he just looks helpless ngl#this doesnt make any sense i just. sometimes i htink abt this picture it's so important to me#he just looks soo vulnerable so childlike :(#i kno i sound crazy sorry guys#its bc i am crazy
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I donât know why I bite
Age regressor Bill Cipher
Tag list: @rcailleachcola
A/N: Billâs actually my favourite gravity falls character next to Fiddleford, reading the BOB definitely made me love him even more, but please be wary, there are spoilers for the show and some parts of the Book of Bill. Unfortunately no agere in this chapter, but Iâll try to include some In the next chapter. Love yall :)
For the first time in his godly life, Bill actually felt nervous, at least, thatâs what the axolotl told him he might feel, but his flesh hands felt clammy and gross, his stomach? Was that what it was called? Felt like a pit as he stood awkwardly outside of the Mystery Shack, hesitant to lift his hand and knock.
���Go on.â
Bill blinked, his lazy eye twitching, his hand shook where he held it, ready to knock
âYou must do this Bill, this is the only way you can learn empathy.â
The Axolotl stood behind him, serving as proof for Billâs sudden reappearance on earth. Bill hummed, if he didnât do this, well, Bill had no idea what his fate would be if he refused, but it couldnât possibly be good.
So he knocked, his knuckles (eugh human bodies are so weird) rapping against the door to the Mystery Shack.
The door creaks open, and Bill is greeted by the gopher looking servant Stanley Pines and his brother employed when he was last here on earth
âSorry dudes, weâre closed today, weâll be open tomorrow thou-â
The man creature? Bill really could tell if he was human blinked up at the Axolotl, who smiled warmly back at him
âGood Evening JesĂşs, apologies for the interruption, but we must come in.â
The man doesnât even blink, he just stares in stunted shock as the oversized salamander awkwardly shuffles through the door, gently ushering his patient in before himself.
âAgain, Iâm aware it must be shocking, I know my appearance can sometimes draw attention, but Iâm here on serious matters.â
The man, Soos, after a quick introduction in the living room, stands, still slightly shocked, but nods along
âYou do recall the inter dimensional demon you fought, last summer, correct?â
Soos nods
âBill? Not a cool dude, I remember him though.â
The Axolotl smile
âExcellent, well, Bill, has been in therapy for some time, however he is developing far slower than we would have expected, not for a lack of trying though, heâs just.. stunted, in some ways, however, we need Bill to regain his ability to empathise, while also being able to atone for his actions, so, I elected to send him here for some time.â
âThatâs cool dude, weâve been needing an extra set of hands around here anyway.â
âFantastic! However, there is one thing, Bill and I have been practicing a different form of therapy as of late, I ask that you not feel obligated to aid him in this, he can fare well on his own, but you should know. Bill revisits a childlike state at times.â
Soos smiles along âAs long as itâs helping you dude.â
Bill blinks up at the man with his functional eye, slightly grateful to be acknowledged.
A bag materialises in the Axolotls hands? Paws? Ugh, Bill was too tired to think about the anatomical logistics of his therapist.
âThis bag contains all of Bills equipment for his therapy and a few clothes to accommodate him.â
Soos reaches out for the bag, nodding
âGreat, well, I best be going, other patients to tend to, Be good Billy, Iâm watching.â
The salamander pets a hand on Bills newfound hair, gentle
Before phasing away, the Axolotl turns to Soos
âThank you JesĂşs, we are in your debt.â
And poof! He was gone and Bill was left vulnerable and alone with the new Mr. Mystery, by the looks of it.
âIâll get a room set up for you dude!â
Bill blinked at him, his lazy eye twitching again
âJust like that? Youâre letting me stay here after all the things I did to you?â
Soos shrugs
âThe shacks repaired, everyoneâs doing much better since the whole apocalypse dealie, and youâre trying to make amends, so why not give you another chance.â
âBesides, a giant mythical lizard brought you here, I canât deny something like that.â
Bill hummed awkwardly, struggling to keep up with Soosâs long strides.
âThe whole thing about revisiting a childlike state, um, ignore that.â
âYou sure man? My wife and I wonât have any problem with helping you if you want.â
âWife?â
Soos smiled, looking back at Bill
âYup, youâll meet her soon, I think sheâs just cooking dinner.â
Bill perked up at that, the food at the Theraprism was awful, most of the time bill refused to eat it, but right now his stomach grumbled with the prospect of actual food
âWeâll have enough for you, usually we have a lot of leftovers.â
Soos walked him through the winding house, before leading him to a cozy guest room
âFeel free to get comfortable man. Call if you need anythingâ
He smiled warmly at Bill, closing the door behind him and Heâs left alone.
#agere blog#safe agere#agere fic#fandom agere#gravity falls agere#gravity falls angst#gravity falls#handyman bill au#bill cipher#ford pines#gravity falls soos#melody gravity falls#they treat him like a son#because thatâs cute
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Whoâs ready to lose more braincells thanks to Twitter? (CW: Pedophilia mention)
"I'm Alive Because of YOU!"
The Innocence of an adult with autism and his BFF Lost & Found EMMY ;)
Love You, Love You My Boo Bear Â
Mommyand (aka) #SMAARTMom
Meet My son Dustin & My Inspiration for Creating the Autism Welcomed Decal Symbol
Oh, decedents of men she loved/trusted... what a great idea!
To me, there's just something about what the innocence of a child would bring to that kind of a role. Or even a high functioning teen or adult with autism...
#WritingCommunity
Lauren, as a mother of an angel with disabilities, I would like articles about parents and adults with #Autism who share success stories. What makes a positive outcome?
Son went out with his grandad today amazing how are kids adults with #autism behave like angels for there grandparents lol.
As the parent of an adult child with autism I always tell young parents to never underestimate their child Our children CAN They are true angels sent to us by God
I worked as a parapro for three years and have seen people on every part of the spectrum- the way he spoke and carried himself should NOT influence anyoneâs decision on their theory of his guilt or innocence. His demeanor is very typical of someone with high-functioning autism.
One thing I know about people with Aspergers is, they dont lie, they are often shy at 1st, but once they know you, they arent the type you ask "does my butt look big in this" coz they'll tell you outright that if does with such innocence & charm.
The innocence of people with autism is truly incomparable, it's their raw emotion that's sets them apart from the rest of the world.
@realDonaldTrump
hope you can meet Ganesh. #helpganeshmeettrump
Brother godbless ur boy.His curiosity is apparent and his calmness is heartwarming to see he realizes this isnât going to hurt us.Autism holds a special place in my heart for my niece is also Autistic and any child,I see an innocence about them that makes me smile.Good job dad
Youâre not alone , we autism moms are in this together and know exactly the heartbreak you are feeling
give it time and a lot of therapy Jenny, things will get better !! Just remember that his innocence is soo pure that heâs an angel here on earth for you
Not just autism but any diagnosis/disability. My saying is "do not look at my child w/ different eyes when u see him do something that's considered out of d norm" & also "don't break away his spirit because he can still see the Innocence in life better than you" -Margarita Rubio
Same here brother. My youngest son is autistic and I cant imagine how anyone..especially a "father" could do something like this My son has random seizures and everyone of them rips my heart out Autistic children have more heart & love than anyone on earth Innocence of autism
The ABC series "Love on the Spectrum" was / is a beautiful uplifting and inspiring work. The wonderful openness, hopefulness and general innocence of the autistic folk is a lesson for everyone. Love for everyone has challenges. I hope people don't use autism to express contempt
I love being around people with Autism. They radiate pure energy and innocence.
My son has autism and he is just beautiful in his innocence, thank you very much!!! He does not have black coal for a heart and not beholden to Satan
When Quamaine helped me with the snow shoveling. He was happy to help. I adore him and his innocence. I hope he knows that. #adultwithautism #autism #adultoconaitismo #autismo #quamaine #autismaunt #snow
Mothers of children with autism know their kids intimately because they cannot leave them with anyone. They protect their kids fiercely, because they are vulnerable due to their innocence
Sarah's effective portrayal of an autistic role clearly depicted the charm, candidness, innocence and frolicsome attitude of people with autism.
Autism. A neurological condition where purity and innocence collide to form an abstract masterpiece.
THE REAL CHAMPIONS IN THIS WORLD ARE CHILDREN LIKE KAYLENE. WITH AUTISM Â SPECIAL NEEDS & CHILDREN FIGHTING CANCER SO MUCH MORE LOOK AT HER SMILE SO INNOCENT
The people with autism can understand a lot of things very clearly. Autistic children tend not trust adult humans becoz for them they are constantly in movement which doesnât allow things to sync with them. BTW they are fantastic human beings with a child like pure heart.
People with autism are the most perfect human beings on the planet to me bc they donât bother a soul or hurt anybody an is purely innocent đŻâźď¸â¤ď¸
I have a soft spot for people with Autism. Â We arenât worthy of their creativity, intelligence and innocence
I love being around people with Autism. They radiate pure energy and innocence.
Thank you
God bless you too!
I believe people with autism are special gifts and their purity cannt be denied]
Iâve been the happiest in my life being around people with autism. If you donât have a friend, brother, or neighbor like them you truly havenât experience the purity in life.
People with down syndrome, autism, etc, arent capable of hate, malice, greed, intolerance, etc. They exhibit all the things that those of us "normal" people try to be but cant. They're not equipped to be evil. They can only show purity.
I dont know, that's my take on it.
By living with people with autism, we are be able to regain the purity
True, but at the same time these aren't necessarily different things: pedophilia, anti-pedophilia & dumb-girl-philia can stem from one & the same mental trait, i.e. the idealization of childlike Innocence; which in turn is arguably a form of autism: other people can't have minds.
#Undateables #TheUndateables I adore this show. The pure honesty love and kindness of these beautiful souls blows me away
. Their innocence and hopeful view of this world is something that could teach many. Appreciate what you have
#autism #specialneeds #learningdisability
Which film? I love the innocence of kids. Every day my kids say it as it is and their attitude keeps me so grounded. We could all learn a lot from autism x
This sickens me 2 the core.Trump started this he is to blame. We are one let us not forget this. We need 2 learn again from our young who see no difference. My son with autism never sees any difference. Such innocence. The world will not change him .He listens to me I accept all
My son who has been diagnosed with #autism loves painting.He is lifting my spirits with his joy 4 his work he has done.Some he started this week & finished. R #Hamilton #Ticat #Football colors. Love the innocence its so grounding 4 me. Blessings 4 all you are doing
Pope john paul the second said children with autism were closer to god than any other. They have a innocence about them. Â We should take notice and learn from there how love and live
And now, some tweets from people who think Greta Thunberg is being exploited just because she's so passionate about stopping climate change:
If This Little Girl GRETA really has AUTISM How Terrible Easy For Adults To Manipulat Her IT IS A PARENTS JOB TO PROTECT THE INNOCENCE OF OUR CHILDREN IM SO ASHAMED AND SO SHOULD THE CLIMATE CHANGE COMMUNITY GOD FORGIVE HER PARENTS. THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THE DO
Democrats like John Kerry are using an innocent little girl with autism to feign innocence while the Democrats just voted to spend 738 billion dollars on environmental destruction. How ridiculous.
That's a good argument? Because it's what SHE *wants* to do? She is a child who does not yet fully grasp the perils of public life or climatology. She's also a child diagnosed on the autism spectrum. She deserves privacy and protection of her innocence. It will end poorly.
I've started to suspect she was selected for this job because of her autism. She can play innocence whenever someone publicly calls her out for the childish nonsense that comes out of her.
Greta is a 16-yr-old kid with autism who is being used by her parents & the crazy adults around her as a political pawn. She's not a savior. She's a kid who is having her innocence and anonymity stripped from her by a**holes pushing their stupid climate change crap.
I think she is being used. The fact that she has an Autism Spectrum Condition should be respected. She is very articulate and very focused partly because she is Greta and partly because she is autistic, but she also has the innocence of a teenager and someone with an ASD.
#climate change is real karen#autism innocence bullshit#autism#autistic#actuallyautistic#actually autistic#sweet and savage autistic
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CLUB ÄąChapter 3Äą
Genre: AU. Adult. Pairing: Do Kyung Soo  x OC Plot: Moon Soo goes to EXO Club (aka EXO Strip club) one day, and falls under the spell of one dancer, D.O.
Notes: Love Shot came just in time.Â
Chapter 3
The sound of her cellphone woke her up.
It wasnât the alarm, so it was for sure from the hospital. She grunted her way to the desk where she left the piece of plastic. It was one of her colleagues asking for some useless information. She cursed at him, then gave him the information and then hung up. She turned around, already awaken and saw Kyung Soo moving under the sheets, stretching and rubbing his face âWant some breakfast?â She asked him. He only nodded, grunting.
She was almost done preparing the must needed food when Kyung Soo appeared, all freshened up. It was a really nice view.
He sat at the table as she served him a mug of freshly made coffee âThanksâ He said, his voice deep and a little bit hoarse. She sat next to him and gave him a signal to go ahead and eat. And he did, with a lot of gusto. That brought a smile to her face.
They remained in comfortable silence for a long while. Apparently, he was as hungry as she was, and in need of caffeine too.
âYou got a call, you have to leave?â He broke the silence as he stood up to serve himself a new cup of coffee âNo, it was a colleague with a question, sorry if it woke you upâ
âItâs ok, did you sleep well?â
âVery well, thank you, you?â
âSame, your mattress is amazingâ She answered with a smile âYou have to go to the club later?â
âYeah, by 5, I need to rehearseâ
âBy the way Kyung Soo, when are you performing again that song with the rain?â
âMaybe during the year, sometimes we bring back the best onesâ
âBring back that one! It was one of the bestâ
âIâll keep it in mindâ She thanked him, turning around to face him, and saw him biting his lip, in deep thought âWhat is it?â She asked, bringing him back âI have a question, I donât know how you will take it, but I have to askâ
âAsk thenâ He took a deep breath and remained serious âNow that we did it, are you likeâŚdone with me?â He was faking indifference, maybe trying to light up the mood or protect himself. It was a very vulnerable question to ask, but she was glad he did it âIâm not even halfway done with you, I still have to get you to give me a lap danceâ He couldnât control his childlike laugh, lowering his head, shy "Are you over this?" She asked back, not sure of what answer she could expect "No, I'm not, but are you looking for a relationship?â
âI donât think so, I mean, I like you a lot, but we donât know each other well, and also, I donât have the energy nor time for a relationshipâ
âYeah, I understand, and I feel the sameâ
âSoâŚwe are like each other regularsâ Kyung Soo gave it a little though, nodding âI like that dealâ
âDeal thenâ Moon Soo offered him her hand, and he shook it, a playful smile started to flourish on his face âJust one thing Moon Soo, I donât do lap dancesâ
âNot even me?!â She was truly hurt âNo exceptionsâ
âWell, that chair was an exceptionâ She let go of his hand and crossed her arms âYou are right, she is different you know, we have something specialâ
âLucky bitchâ Kyung Soo exploded in a shy laugh again, she wanted to get one of those at least once a day.
They were already done with breakfast. She needed a shower and maybe a morning power nap because she still felt tired and her legs still felt more jelly than muscle. Yes, they had promised each other more sex during the day, and she really wanted to do so. But she was so tired, and she had the night ship that day.
But her libido got the best of her.
She took that shower, and when she came out, Kyung Soo gave her this look, and his hair looked cute, and he was wearing those glasses, and he smelled really nice, and she was done.
They did it twice before lunch.
One more time after lunch. âWant me to drop you at your place?â She offered him, as she was putting on her clothes âI donât think I can make it, but you could drop me at the clubâ
âSure!â
It was nice that the club was just on the way to the hospital. Two of Kyung Sooâs jobs were on her way. She liked that she could help him by giving him a ride, so he didnât have to spend money and time in transportation.
She parked in front of the club, just where the alley was. She saw in the corner of her eye a group of men chatting at the stairs in the backdoor of the club.
Kyung Soo grabbed his bag and jacket and grasped the handle of his door âI would kiss you goodbye, but the guys are there, and they are not going to leave me alone if they see us kissingâ
âI can fix thatâ She turned on the engine of the car again and drove ahead, just a couple of meters until they couldn't be seen âSee?â Kyung Soo laughed and pulled her by the nape. The kiss was long and slow. At some point, Kyung Sooâs hand even caressed her chest teasingly. He groaned suddenly, moving apart. She was left kissing the air âShit, I just remembered what we did here last nightâ He said, his ears red âJust now?! thatâs all I have been thinking about since we got in!â Kyung Soo laughed again and dropped another kiss on her lips âByeâ He said, caressing her cheek âByeâ She answered, her voice almost a whisper.
She was tempted to ask him when they would meet again but concluded that it was better to wait for it. Letâs see who breaks first.
Most definitely it would be her.
In the end, both broke at the same time.
Kyung Soo texted asking her if he left a pair of pants at her place. There were no pants at her house. To which he answered.
 â Oh ok, anyway, wanna go for dinner this week? â She laughed as she was cleaning an ugly cut on a whiny teenager âDoctor, can you not do that meanwhile you are taking care of my wound?â
âCan you not fall down the stairs for bullying a classmate like a jackass?â He winced again because she put a bit too much pressure on the wound. She answered Kyung Soo.
â Dinner sounds nice, want me to pick you up at the club?-
- Sure, Iâll be done by 12 â
- Midnight, nice, all the good places are closed by that time though-
- Well, letâs buy something and letâs eat at your place â
- You just want me for my mattress-
- That, and what lays on top of it â She laughed again, and the whiny teenager started whimpering â Oh yeah, my duvet is very good too â
- Yeah, your duvet â
âHey, kid, let me tell you something, stop bullying people who are better than you, and maybe, just maybe, when you became an adult you can be as manly, brave and amazing like Kyung Sooâ
âWhoâs that?â
âKyung Soo?, He is going to be the end of meâ She put a plaster on his wound and then moved to treat a cut on his finger âReady? I need to put some stitches, prepare for your punishmentâ
âMoon Soo! Donât bully the bullyâ A doctor shout from the next box âIâm not bullying him, Iâm saving his finger, one bad movement and he could lose itâ
âMoon Sooâ Her colleague warned her again âOk, ok, I will be good, how is my big boy doing? Does it hurt? Where? Here?â She pressed his thumb very lightly, she knew very well how much it could hurt. The young boy started crying again âMoon Soo!!â
She texted Kyung Soo telling him that she would be waiting for him at the alley.
She left the hospital and went shopping for a couple of things she needed. As she passed by the menâs section, she saw a pair of black pants. They were a bit pricy, but the quality was great, and she was sure they would frame Kyung Sooâs ass perfectly. So she bought them for him.
By 11:50 she was parked outside the club. And Kyung Soo was already out waiting for her âDid you wait too long?â She asked him when he got inside the car âNo, less than a minuteâ He dropped his bag in the back seat and put on his seat belt. He smelled amazing and his hair was still wet. He was wearing a white t-shirt and dark jeans. Very sexy. âWhat do you want to eat?â She asked him as they left the club behind âNothing to heavy, I was thinking sushiâ Just what she was craving.
She took him to a Japanese restaurant that offered take out. They ordered the food and when it arrived both took out their wallets âLet me take care of this, I got good tips todayâ
âI bet you did, but I have no problem paying for thisâ
âOk, letâs split itâ She agreed, that was reasonable. They waited for their order chatting about their workday. Kyung Soo was amused by her story about the school bully, and Moon Soo was very interested in the highlights of the boyâs nights at the club.
They ate the sushi, drank a can of beer, and decided to go to bed and get to it. Moon Soo pushed him on the bed, and Kyung Soo landed gracefully, putting his hands behind his head âStrip for meâ he said, sounding incredibly sexy, but looking extremely cute with his glasses and his hair fluffy âArenât you just being lazy?â
âIâll show you lazyâ
Kyung Soo tortured her for the rest of the night, acting lazy. Moving his fingers over her very slowly, kissing her neck and chest unhurriedly and pounding into her with sluggish thrusts. He fingered with such tortuously slow movements that it made her wonder if Kyung Soo had some dom tendencies. She kept rising, her orgasm pulling up, but never enough to finish. Each time she complained, he grinned darkly.
He really showed her how lazy he was.
Kyung Soo was playful, she realized. There were certain situations where he would feel comfortable and he would drop a joke, hint something naughty or just follow along with her jokes. She liked that. He looked serious all the time, but he was far from that.
When they were both in bed, bathed, and ready to sleep, Moon Soo remembered the gift she had bought.
Kyung Soo looked very pleased with his gift âThis is great, the quality is amazing, and I think they will fit perfectly, how much do I owe you?â
âI hope you are joking with that question, letâs say you already paid with that mind-blowing, lazy sex sessionâ He agreed with it.
She turned around to turn off her light, but Kyung Soo stopped her, patting her arm. He didnât say anything, but Moon Soo knew that was body language for can we talk? Kyung Soo remained put next to her, turning his head to the side so he could look at her âBefore we keep meeting after work, getting gifts for each other, and all that, I need to know what your position is in somethingâ
âTell meâ
âMoon Soo, you are not going to offer to save me from this life, right?â She turned her head too, to look at him âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, I havenât had this kind of relationship with someone from the audience before, but there had been fans offering to help, to take care of things, you know?â
âLike a sugar daddyâ
âExactly, and although I appreciate the gesture, I feel like despite them liking what I do on stage, they think that what Iâm doing is bad, that they have to save me from there, get it?â She did. Offering him that sounded very disrespectful, Kyung Soo was only dancing. Taking off his clothing was part of the performance. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, there was nothing bad about it. âYou like this life?â She asked him. Kyung Soo straightened his back and pushed up his glasses âI doâ
âAre you proud of what you do?â
âEvery choreography takes from two to three weeks to prepare, If Iâm not working Iâm rehearsing, we take care of our clothing, props, music, for us is not just about getting naked on stage, all of us have some dancing background, we like performing, and sell this fantasy, and Iâm very proud of it, I like my job, is my favorite job from the four I haveâ
âIâm glad to hear that, but to be very honest with you, if you had answered no Iâm not proud, I would have offered you to save you from this lifeâ Kyung Soo lost all seriousness and started giggling, hiding his face on the crock of her neck âIâm just worried about your working schedule,â She said, resting her head against his âDonât, is not that terribleâ He remained hidden on her neck, his right arm resting on her waist âI still want to help you outâ
âWell, you make a lot more than I do, the rich should help the poorâ
âDoes that bother you?â He shook his head, tickling her âNo, is kind of cool, and you deserve it, you have a hectic schedule tooâÂ
âThen Iâm going to keep buying you stuff, I weirdly enjoyed doing that todayâ
âThatâs ok with meâ He answered with a yawn, and she felt him heavier against her shoulder. She moved down, under the covers, bringing him with her, he cuddled against her frame, and she did the same.
She was blessed with a great night of sleep again.
Moon Soo was getting out of the operation room, craving that hour of rest at the lounge room. That hard mattress was calling her.
Just when she was taking off her crocks, she got a call from the nurse at the main desk âDoctor, thereâs a delivery for you in here, you need to payâ
âBut I didnât orderâŚwait, Iâm going!â She got up fast, and ran out of the room, into the reception of the hospital âDoctor!â The young nurse called her, and the delivery man in front of her turned around. âKyung Sooâ She dashed to his side âWhat are you doing here?â Her voice sounded so sweet in her ears, it was a bit weird for her, she could imagine how weird it was for the nurses around her âI thought you could be hungryâ
âAlways, how much do I owe you?â
âI hope you are joking with that questionâ He answered, using her own words. She smiled at him and peeked inside the bag. He had brought her some chicken, roasted veggies and rice âHope you like itâ
âI will, you are going back to work now?â
âNo, this is my last delivery, Iâm going home now, tomorrow early I have rehearsal, next week we are going back to normal with something new, wanna come see me?â
âOf course, are you dedicating it to me?â He laughed, and she saw the nurses that were paying attention to them flinch in surprise, she could hear them sigh âItâs a group performanceâ
âNiceâ He raised a single eyebrow, getting serious all of a sudden âExcuse me?â She could only laugh, and he remained serious for a second before start laughing with her âIâm going to leave you then, see you on Thursday?â
âLetâs make it Fridayâ
âFriday then, eat everything, goodbye Moon Sooâ
âGoodbyeâ He bowed at the nurses at the desk and walked away âDoctor, who wasâŚ?â
âIâm going to eat this at the lounge room, bye girlsâ She interrupted them, grabbing her bag and walking away, almost jumping with happiness.
She dressed up again. This time she went for a red pencil skirt, a black t-shirt with a cool print on it and black pumps.
She arrived at the club around 10, and there was already a long line waiting outside. Thank god Chanyeol spotted her again and she could skip the line âMiss Kang Moon Soo, welcomeâ
âThank you Chanyeolâ
âHey, why is she skipping the line?â A middle-aged woman that was standing 5th or 6th in line raised her voice, clearly mad. Chanyeol stepped out, his words playful but his stand hard âBecause she can, beautiful, but donât worry you will be inside soon, donât get like that with me, uh?â The woman giggled shyly, and Moon Soo took the opportunity and got inside.
Sehun hugged her over the bar when he saw her âI really missedâŚâ
âMy tips, I knowâ
âNo beautiful, I missed you, you are funny, you must have missed D.O tooâ
âYes, those were 2 very hard weeksâ She lied, drinking the virgin margarita that Sehun prepared for her as they were speaking âI got so many numbers during gay week, I already have a week filled with dates, and the tips are three times biggerâ
âI guess everything is bigger during gay nightâ She joked, and Sehun answered with a loud laugh as he was preparing another drink âToday they are showing a new dance, is going to be amazingâ She drank more, faking surprise.
She was on her second virgin margarita, talking to a girl next to her when Baekhyun appeared on stage, wearing a light blue suit, no shirt though, only pants and jacket âWelcome back!â Everybody cheered, and Moon Soo stood up and got into the crowd. At the back, but still with the crowd âBeing with our male audience is always fun, but we missed the effervescence of our female audience, let me feel you allâ Everybody started shouting and clapping, and Baekhyun opened his arms to receive said effervescence, the guy really knew how to do this âAh, that was amazing, and my friends also missed you girls, so letâs call them on stage, because we have a very nice surprise for you, first letâs receive here our beautiful god, Kai!â That was the tall guy, Moon Soo remembered. Dressed in a three-piece red suit, no shirt of course, and blonde hair, Kai appeared waving at everybody. He stood next to Baekhyun and patted his back âNow, letâs call here the cutest of all us, Xiumin!â He appeared in a white suit, but he didnât look cute, he looked dangerous âNow our angel, Chen!â He was new to her, maybe he always performed after D.O, so it was impossible for her to see him. He had a dainty image but walked with grace in his dark green suit, and Baekhyun was right calling him angel, his smile was heavenly âAnd last, because he is the bestâ The guys next to him nodded âThe manly, the cute and sexy D.O!â He walked in, that signature humble walk that disappeared when the music started. He was wearing a navy blue suit, but with a turtle neck under it. It was so sexy. And she hated that she found him so attractive when he was completely covered. Moon Soo joined the screaming. She just couldnât avoid it.
The five men onstage lined up, and the music started.
We are aiming at each other, and everything is frozen.
I hear your voice sounds so harsh.
From these thoughts, I begin to choke.
Oh oh oh oh oh Aye ye
With eyes closed,
Each of our hearts is tightly closed.
We are moving away from each other...
Baekhyun was in the center and the guy was a great dancer. His ego poured from his pores, and she thought it as a compliment. It was so hard to focus on only one dancer though. Kai and Xiumin moved like cats, Jongdae and Kyung Soo looked serious and so unapproachable and Baekhyun flirted with every single part of his body.
Ah~ Iâm all burning!
I can not breathe, as if I was torn to pieces.
I am dying of thirst!
And just like this cup,
Iâm overwhelmed
Feelings on this night âŚ
He had commented with Kyung Soo before about how superb Kaiâs performance was. And Kyung Soo had agreed with proudness. But this time it was too much. With his red suit, his long legs and his hair combed in a fancy hairstyle, Kai looked out from this world. All of them looked too good to be true, but since he was the main dancer apparently, all eyes were focused on him most of the time.
The rhythmic, catchy chorus of the song came, and the shouting went wild when their torsos started rolling with expertise. Their chests showed with proudness, all of them except one, of course. At the end of the chorus, their hands, in finger gun mode, pointed at their bulges, and there was a collective intake of air.
Confused love & hate
Beautiful memories
Painted white,
Gradually disappear âŚ
She stopped looking at the other guys, and focused on Kyung Soo, his expression very engrossed in the choreography. It was funny how every step, was followed by a reaction from the audience, and when the 5 of them dropped to the floor with grace, she had to cover one of her ears to avoid future complications.
Even if I close my eyes and ears,
In the end, the answer is love.
Too much ego in my glass
And there is no room for compassion.
I will fill it again, let me hear it âŚ
Now she understood why Kyung Soo rehearsed so much for this. This wasnât a striping dance. This was real dancing. The choreography was as sexy as it was sharp.
The chorus came again, and it was more violently sexy than before. Their hips making rude movements, and Baekhyun again with that expressive face.
Their hands kept touching their chests and groins, so suggestively. The part of their chest that showed glistened under the lights. She was sure that was stripper glitter right there. It looked very enticing.Â
People come and go,
And you and I stay in this world together,
Slowly getting used to
To our faded feelings.
My heart burns,
My beliefs evaporate.
Just trust me
We will re-fill this glass.
Iâm ready.
Kindle the fire in my heart Yeah ~
They didnât need to be this rude. They had no mercy. And the worst was that the song was about to finish, Moon Soo was sure, but they still hadnât taken off a single piece of clothing. Not even the jackets, they havenât even opened a button from their jackets, and still, everybody was freaking out. Kyung Soo was wearing a turtle neck, and she was horny as hell!
By now, several women from the audience were singing to the catchy chorus. And they kept making finger guns, pointing at them, pointing themselves. Love shooting everybody. The song came to an end, with them fully dressed, girls shouting as if they were being paid to do so and the guys walking out of the stage without looking back.
It was weird how pleasurable the entire situation was. Yes, she was very aroused by the performance, adrenaline was pumping hard in her system. But also, it was so satisfying to watch a good show.
She took a deep breath and went to the bar to finish her margarita. Sehun was grinning at her, she couldnât tell if mockingly or like an accomplice. She ignored the grin, and paid for the drinks, leaving a nice tip. She bid goodbye, but Sehunâs voice stopped her from leaving âHey Moon Soo, Why you always leave after D.O performs?â She only raised her eyebrows. He looked at her, and she held his stare. Then his mouth opened wide âMoon Soo?! You and âŚreally?! How?! Hey, donât leave! you have to tell me!â She walked fast, away from the bar. Surely Sehun wasnât going to follow her.
She went out in a hurry, Chanyeol bowed at her and allowed another girl in. She walked as fast as her shoes allowed and turned right into the alley. Kyung Soo was just walking outside the club. She reached him and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her âWhat happened?â
âI think Sehun knows about us, letâs go, he could have followed meâ He walked with her, of course, but he didnât look as worried âThey all know Iâm seeing someone, but they donât know whoâ
âWell, now they will know, Iâm sorryâ They reached her car fast because she found a parking space on the street. She was about to get in, but Kyung Soo stopped her, grabbing her arms caringly âOh donât worry, it wasnât a secret, I was just having fun seeing them wonder who was and all thatâ
âReally?â He nodded and smiled at her warmly âLetâs go, I need to be at work in 15 minutesâ
Kyung Soo had the night shift at the karaoke place. On their way, they chatted about the show. Moon Soo wanted him to know how good it was âYou liked it?â He sounded pleasantly surprised âMy god, each one is better than the other, but hey, Kai in this one was really somethingâ
âOh yeah, he was in his element, he came out with the entire thingâ
âAmazingâ
âWasnât the entire thing super phallic?â Kyung Soo sounded really pleased with that fact, so she wasnât going to say no. Although it got her thinking and it totally was! It was all hip movements, fingers pointing at cocks, love shot here and there, very phallic âI didnât know Baekhyun and Chen were dancers too since I always leave when you finish your performanceâ
âOhâŚwell, they always act last because normally their performances are too risquĂŠâ Now she was curious âNext time stay,â He told her. Moon Soo parked on the street Kyung Soo told her, and she was lucky to find a free spot âThank you for bringing meâ
âOh mister, itâs my pleasure, are you giving me the love shot?â
âI knew you were going to say something like that, hey, since you look so pretty tonight, why donât you come in, I will be done at 3, I can invite you some drinks, and a karaoke boothâ
âReally?!â
âYeah, have a drink, relax, and I will drive you home laterâ She agreed immediately.
She thought she would get bored waiting for Kyung Soo, but she didnât. She sang song after song. Kyung Soo brought her some food and an assortment of colorful drinks, half of them with alcohol in them. He would come to check on her every 30 minutes, and each time he found her a bit tipsier. She was never prone to get drunk, but tipsiness was always there, and it was her favorite state. She had fun and the next day she was hungover free.
It was a bit past three when he came back, this time wearing his normal attire âGet ready party girl, we are leavingâ She stood up, losing her balance but still able to walk. Kyung Soo passed an arm around her waist and walked outside the building âKyung Soo, can we stop somewhere for a cup of coffee?â
âSure thingâ They drove for about 15 minutes until they found a convenience store. Kyung Soo left her at the seating area and he went for two coffees and a couple of pastries âIâm a bit hurt, you didnât put bills on my waistband todayâ
âYou danced wearing a turtleneck, no half nakedness, no tipâ He tried to contain his laugh, but couldnât âCan you believe that I got away with it? And I got the exact same reactions and tipsâ
âYou and yourâŚgang exert some weird effect on us ladies, is a mystery to meâ He scoffed, muttering gang under his breath. They stayed quiet for a while, drinking their coffee and sharing a chocolate muffin. She took a deep breath. A relaxed breath. Her body felt warm, her legs and arm felt a bit jelly-like due to the alcohol and the weariness of the day. But still, she felt great. She looked great, she had a great company, and she had had the most fun in a while. Since she met Kyung Soo, she started to enjoy what was left of her youth. She moved a bit closer and dropped a kiss on his cheek. Kyung Soo flinched, but then smiled âThereâs your tipâ She explained, and he bowed at her âI had a great night Kyung Soo, thank youâ
âIâm glad, it was nice having you at work, both of themâ They toasted with their cups and enjoyed the last sip of coffee âMoon Soo, today I was thinking and I remembered the day I was delivering at your hospital, that day I was shocked when you noticed me, and then proceed to greet meâŚI thought you were going to act as if you didnât know me, but you didnât, Iâm used to been ignored outside the clubâ
âI donât know what to sayâŚI was hoping to see youâ
âIt felt nice, Iâm just commenting this with you, just want you to know that it didnât go unnoticedâ
âDidnât I come out a bitâŚaggressive?â
âSure, but for goodâ
âI did my best to control myselfâ
âWell, that was some crappy job thenâ She slapped his arm and he laughed moving away from her.
They were parked at her building and the clock said it was 4 oâclock by now. She was now fresh as a lettuce. The coffee helped her, and they drove the rest of the trip chatting about different stuff. Nothing personal, but a lot of stories from youth.
They arrived at her building, and before they went out, Moon Soo grabbed his hand suggestively and asked him âHow can I pay you for the ride?â
âThe fact that you ask how, is because you are not considering paying with moneyâ His voice was reproaching, but his face looked soft âNah, Iâm not paying with money, donât be such a capitalistâ
Kyung Soo walked her to her apartment with his hand on her hip the entire time. He was giving her support, she didnât need it, but who was her to deny herself the nice feeling that his hand caused her. On the elevator, he kept touching her. Fixing her hair or brushing her hand with his fingers. She didnât know if it was on purpose or it just came naturally. But again, she wasnât the person to stop him from doing so. She didnât ask him if he was going to stay over, it was a fact, of course.
When the elevator doors opened, Kyung Sooâs hand went back to her hip, and he pulled her closer to his side, walking outside into the hallway.
As soon as they were inside her house, their shoes off and their bags on the floor, Kyung Soo walked her against the wall, kissing her with hunger. His lips moved back and forth between her lips and neck. Her hands were already under his sweater, touching his skin, scratching his lower back âAre you drunk?â He asked, his lips close to her ear âNot at allâ
âGreatâ He grabbed both of her hands, pinning them above her head, his body moved forward, trapping her against the wall. She was immobilized.
Moon Soo couldnât mutter a word. Her mind was clouded by him.Â
Her eyes focused on his body, his movements, and those eyes that looked at her from between her legs. Her skirt was rolled up over her waist, and Kyung Soo got rid of her t-shirt and his sweater quickly. She felt so wet, dripping. And Kyung Soo made it worst with all the slurping noises he was making with those sinful lips and tongue. Kyung Soo stopped his ministrations, replacing his tongue with his fingers, moving his mouth to hers, dropping a wet kiss, that she wanted to answer, but couldnât because Kyung Soo was gone âWe always fuck after I perform, is it your kink Moon Soo?â
âYou started,â She said between moans. Kyung Soo laughed darkly and posed one leg between hers, making her release a surprised moan âI love the sounds you make Moon Sooâ He said, grabbing her waist, making her move her hips against his thigh âMaybeâŚitâs your kink Kyung Soo, fuck after you perform, to release sexual energyâ
âSexual Energy?â
âYeah, all that raw sexuality you show on stage has to leave your body some wayâ She could barely form that sentence, the louder she moaned the harder he moved her hips against his leg, âI think you are right,â He said, dragging his bottom lips slowly up her chin, pulling her lower lip between his lips, sucking on it as he pressed his body closer to hers.Â
Kyung Soo turned her around, pressing her chest against the wall. He got behind her, posing his hand on her shoulders, moving it down her naked arms, waist and hips. One of his hands moved to the front and softly caressed her clit. The pleasure made her rock her butt against his hard-on. A low growl left his lips, and it ran down her body like a warm shower. She pressed her forehead against the wall, watching his handwork. He slid his other hand up her body and helped her take off her skirt that was getting on his way âKeep your legs widespread for meâ He whispered on her ear âWait for me, donât move an inchâ She felt him move away, for what it felt like an hour.Â
She could hear his ragged breathing behind her, a hand moved to her back and followed the path of her spine, and ended with a solid spank on her right cheek. She jolted in surprise, and Kyung Soo giggled darkly. She felt the sweat forming on her back and the shaking of her thighs. She couldnât control her own breathing and the soft whimpers that left her mouth, she tried to calm herself, but the hotness of Kyung Sooâs lips and the wildness of his movements were still vivid in her body. It scared her how she was giving up her self-control. And Kyung Soo was showing a new side of him, yet another. He was ordering her around, no intention of tenderness.
It was scary, exciting and so frustrating. She loved it.
Kyung Sooâs eyes were on her now, she could feel them glued to her body, he was going to attack at any moment and that was all that mattered.
Her breathing came to a halt when she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his jeans sliding down his legs. She felt warmer as he came closer to her âYou better not come until I say you canâ He whispered on her ear, slowly pressing his body against hers. She nodded, still unable to talk. He arranged her body, lowering her waist to make it fit perfectly with his. With no further advice, Kyung Soo pushed in, deep inside her âFuck!â Moon Soo snapped, finally getting her voice back. His thrusting was fast and rough. His hands stayed at her hips, his grip getting stronger with each thrust. His mouth took turns between sucking her shoulder or breath against her ear. She tried to muffle her moans against her arm, but it didnât do too much. She wanted to come. She was ready to come, her orgasm was fighting her will to follow Kyung Sooâs order. She felt how her body started vibrating, her finish announcing itself, but Kyung Soo was faster. He moved away from her, he just wasnât there anymore. Moon Soo slid down the wall and fell on her knees. Her body just wasnât able to hold her. Kyung Sooâs breathing came as grunts, he stood behind her, clearly as affected as she was.
Faster than before, his heat was back. He kneeled behind her, kissing her shoulder and hugging her from behind âIâm not done with you, turn aroundâ Moon Soo did as he said. She was sure her face looked like a mess by now. Her eyes were slightly teary, and her forehead covered in sweat. Kyung Soo looked at her frowning, his stare piercing. She didnât know what his next move was, and the uncertainty scared her for a while. Only until Kyung Soo smiled at her. A warm smile that didnât show his teeth but softened his entire face âPut your arms around my neckâ He instructed her and she followed âNow move your legs hereâŚthatâs it, Iâm going to pull you upâ He grabbed her thighs, and locked them around his waist and with what looked like almost no effort, he stood up, caring her âIâm going to carry you inside, people can pass by your door and they will hear you moaning and screamingâŚMoon Soo, say somethingâ She rested her head against his shoulder and crossed her ankles behind his back to prevent her from falling âYou are so bad Kyung Sooâ He chuckled and left her body on the sofa âAnd you like itâ He said, kissing her. She nodded, she couldnât fool him âYouâre so sexyâ He whispered against her lips, and she felt her insides explode in excitement. Kyung Sooâs approval felt always so good ��On your hands and kneesâ
Oh shit, it was on.
She didnât hesitate. Her body suddenly gained new strength and she was back to have a bit of control over it. She positioned herself as told, wiggling her hips at him. Kyung Soo arranged himself against her, and gave her a new instruction âIâm going to put it in, and when I give you the signal, you have to start movingâ He followed his command with a hard slap on her right cheek, surprise and pleasure covering the girly yelp she made.
That was the signal.
Moon Soo started moving her hips imitating Kyung Sooâs movements from before. But he didnât want that âSlow Moon Soo, no hurry, take your time to feel every inchâ She wanted to scream. This was too much for her. The number of feelings she had swimming inside of her were confusing, and this was a first, so she didnât know how to deal with herself. But she was obedient and swallowed that salad of feeling. She didnât want to make Kyung Soo wait. She followed his orders. And she started to move her hips as slowly as she could. Focusing on the feeling of Kyung Sooâs engorged shaft inside her and how easily it slid in and out. Kyung Soo kissed her back and pulled her by the hair, moving her closer to his chest, until they were stuck to each other âIâm almost there Moon Soo, move fasterâ She did as told, enjoying the slapping sounds of each thrust, how strongly he hugged her, holding her tightly from behind âKyung Soo, please let meâŚcan IâŚcan I comeâŚpleaseâ She begged, and felt like crying when Kyung Soo allowed her to do so, inviting her to come with him. Kyung Soo released her from his strong grip, grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard and fast until Moon Soo shouted in pleasure, contracting around his dick, making him finish immediately. He dropped on top of her, she could barely stand in her fours âMoon Soo, you are amazing, come hereâ He detached from her body and sat on the couch, bringing her with him. Moon Soo winced when her bottom rested on his thighs, the places where he had spanked her were burning now âDid I hurt you?â He asked her, kissing her forehead, cleaning the sweat with his hand and cuddling her in his arms âNo, not at allâ She answered with a string of voice âThat wasâŚâ She didnât need to find the words to describe what just happened because Kyung Soo interrupted her with a deep kiss âThank you for allowing me to do itâ He said, kissing the love bites that were already showing bright on her skin âYou are very welcome, whenever you need itâŚit was a really good nightâ A shiver ran down her body when Kyung Soo kissed her again âAre you cold?â He asked with worry âNo, itâs just an aftershock from that great orgasm you gave meâ Kyung Soo laughed shily, that innocent demeanor back. The contrast of his personality always took her breath away She hid her face in the crook of his neck and released a long sight âKyung Soo, Iâm tiredâ The last thing she heard was something similar to an exasperated sight. He muttered something but she couldnât grasp what he said. She had fallen asleep. She felt him trying to wake her up, but it was impossible.
She was long gone now.
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Some Sunny Day - Ch. 4: For Courtesy (Gravity Falls Same Coin Theory)
Summary:Â There are a lot of reasons to lie, both to oneself and to others.
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts (not acted upon), nightmares, panic attacks, self-blame
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The BeginningÂ
(This is later than I expected, but it's also longer than I expected so hopefully that makes up for it.)Â Â
(The Same Coin Theory is by @dubsdeedubs and @renmorris!)
Ford associated blue light with a lot of things. With the blinding glow of the portal, with mistakes and betrayal. With the burning ray heâd shot from the memory gun, with believing his brother was gone forever.
And of course, with the outreached hand of Bill Cipher. The hand that looked like it should burn you, and did, but not immediately, and not in the way you expected.
Now, it was Stanâs hand that was ablaze in blue.
Before Ford could convince himself of what he was really seeing, his self-preservation instinct kicked in, and he found himself backing away. Involuntarily, his hand went to the gun hanging at his waist.
The part of Ford that remembered thirty years surviving in hostile dimensions told him to unholster it and shoot, to not allow for any moment of weakness and ask questions only after heâd dispatched the threat. The part of Ford that remembered the last time heâd pointed a gun at Stan told him to hug his brother and cry.
So he remained paralyzed, hand at the holster strapped to his belt, knowing neither option was a possibility but having no idea what to do instead â because what could be done when the impossible had already happened?
âWhy did you stop?â a weak, scared, almost childlike voice asked him. âSixer, w-why arenât you running away?â
Ford felt a physical ache in his heart, and he couldnât help but step towards Stan.
Stan flinched, and shoved his hands in his pockets â but not before Ford realized that the flames had vanished.
âYouâre not on fire anymore,â he stuttered dumbly. âStan, are â are you the one controlling ââ
âNo!â Stan yelled, and somehow, with that one word, he sounded even more afraid, more horrified than Ford had ever heard him, even just a few moments ago when heâd been trying to convince Ford to run and save himself.
âNo, I canât be â Iâm not in control! I â I know I look like I am, but heâs just letting me do what I want because â because heâs waiting for a chance to ââ
The next few words were impossible to understand through Stanâs sobbing. The only thing Ford could make out was another quiet âI canât beâ at the end, as Stan shuddered and crumpled to the ground. He looked so scared, and tired, and vulnerableâŚ
Very slowly, very carefully, very sure that he was making a mistake but unable to stop himself, Ford put a hand on Stanâs shoulder. Stan shuddered, but didnât seem to have the energy to push him away. Ford wasnât sure whether that was good or bad.
âHeâll kill youâŚâ Stan whispered.
âStanley, listen to me,â Ford said. âI wonât let him. I swear, I ââ
âThen shoot me,â Stan replied in a quiet monotone voice. He kept avoiding eye contact, but he must have felt Fordâs grip on his shoulder tighten, because he added: âIâm not worth letting Bill destroy the world again.â
âBut â no! No, Stanley, you ââ
âCan it, Poindexter!â Stan was suddenly full of familiar red-hot rage, his tired monotone voice replaced by a familiar anger. âI thought we already decided I was worth sacrificing! What happened to the Ford in Weirdmageddon who wiped my mind? What happened to the Ford thirty years ago, who realized trusting me was the worst mistake he couldâve ever made? Really, Sixer, my lifeâs worth a whole lot less than the chance to save your family! This is the best deal I ever couldâve offered you!â
A chill ran up Fordâs spine at the word deal. He let go of Stanâs shoulder, his hand trembling.
Is it even Stanley Iâm talking to anymore? Has Bill taken over?
âButâŚâ Stan went on, his voice growing softer, âI guess I didnât make good on that deal last time, could I? I couldnât kill him and have him stay dead.â
He cautiously raised a sleeve to wipe at his eyes.
âIâm no hero, Ford,â he whispered. âJust⌠just a con man. Just a liar.â
Even more quietly, so quietly that Ford wasnât sure heâd heard correctly, Stan added: âIâm just a lie.â
And then Ford was crying too, hating himself for doubting that it was Stan heâd been speaking to. Only Stan could feel so guilty for causing Billâs return, could hate himself that much for endangering his family.
Bill would never be able to convincingly fake that much guilt over what heâd done to the people of Gravity Falls, much less genuinely feel it. He was a skilled liar, but he could only lie so well about things he didnât understand.
And Bill didnât understand family. Stan did, so he cried tears that Bill never would be able to shed, tears for a brother and a niece and a nephew and a handyman that might as well have been a son, tears for a family he thought heâd failed to save.
But Ford had different thoughts. Stan had saved them once before, Stan was a hero, and if the world happened to need saving again, then theyâd all do everything they could to try to save it again, dammit. They wouldnât give up, even when one of them was convinced there was nothing that could be done. That was the Pines way â the Stan Pines way in particular.
But Ford needed a plan. Bill was warping physical reality through Stanâs form, which shouldnât have been possible. To inhabit someoneâs mind, he had to abandon his physical form â that was how the damn statue had gotten left behind, after all â and with it, abandon his ability to affect the real world. If Billâs powers had grown, Ford desperately needed to know, but the best way to find out would be through a scan of Stanleyâs mind, and that would take time to set up. He needed to make sure that Bill wouldnât be able to do anything destructive in the meantimeâŚ
âStanley, IâŚâ He took a deep breath. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm. Stan needs you to stay calm right now.
âStanley, I have a plan. And⌠and Iâll warn you, you may not like certain parts of it, but it does have the advantage of keeping all of us the safest we could possibly be in this⌠this situation. So Stan, I need you to listen carefully, as soon as you think youâre ready to do so.â
Stan was silent for a moment, then gave a small nod. âTell me.â
âWe need to go back to the Shack,â Ford said. âThe unicorn hair barrier should short-circuit Billâs powers while I contact ââ
âNo!â Stan shouted. âAre you crazy? The kids are in there!â
âI know, but setting up the mind scan will take time, and itâll be safest for you to ââ
âSafest for me?!â Stan asked him. âI donât care about me, and you â you shouldnât either! Itâs bad enough that youâre still here, but if I â if I have to watch myself hurt the kids, I â Iâll ââ
âStanley, listen,â Ford repeated. He took a risk by resting his hand on Stanâs shoulder again, and Stan frowned, but didnât flinch away, either. âI know. I get it. If anything happened to them because of me, even indirectly, I⌠I wouldnât be able to live with myself, either.â
He remembered that moment in the Fearamid, when he thought Bill was going to kill Mabel before Stanley had a chance to act, when he thought that heâd lose his brother and his niece. Heâd almost cried out Mabelâs name, cried it out in his real voice, not his imitation of Stan. Heâd almost ruined everything.
But Stan had pulled through for all of them back then, and Ford had to pull through for Stan now. He had to. Stan had taught him so much about heroism last year; he had to put it to good use.
âI know itâs frightening to get too close to anyone,â Ford went on. âI would be afraid too. But if Bill is altering physical reality, like with those flames, then the only thing that I know for sure can stop him are the wards around the Shack. I also suspect that they might make it harder for him to take control of your body.â
The last part was really more of a hope than a suspicion, but Ford didnât tell Stan that. If it convinced Stan that he wouldnât have to get hurt to keep his family safe, it was worth stretching the truth. Ford could apologize later, if â no, when they were all safe and Bill was gone for good.
âIâll contact Fiddleford and tell him to prepare a mind scan. It would take too long to remove that machine from McGucket Mansion, so weâll have to head down there eventually, but in the meantime, it will be safest for us to wait in the Mystery Shack. Do you understand?â
Stan didnât respond for what felt like an eternity. Ford was suddenly struck by the thought that Stan could be paralyzed, engaged in a doomed mental battle with Bill, and that heâd never get a chance to speak to his brother again before the demon took over.
âStanley? Stanley, can you say something? Can you hear me?â
âOne condition,â Stan whispered.
Ford let out a sigh of relief. Stanâs eyes were still brown with normal pupils, and his expression was still full of fear and guilt that Bill could never imitate so convincingly. âWhat is it?â
There was also a cold determination, which Bill could imitate, but Ford didnât mind seeing in his brother â at least until he heard Stanâs reply.
âIf I look like Iâm gonna â if I look like I just might hurt the kids, or Soos, or anyone â if Bill takes any sorta control⌠I need you to promise youâll shoot me. No stun setting. Just kill me.â
Ford closed his eyes, and he saw himself typing Stanley Pines into the memory gun, saw himself pulling the trigger and shooting a blue beam of light at Stan for the longest thirty seconds of his life, saw himself hugging a brother heâd thought would never remember him again.
This time, there wouldnât even be an amnesiac shell of a man left to hug. There would be a grave.
But then he imagined Stan refusing to come back to the Shack. He imagined Stan fleeing from him, Stan trying to take matters into his own hands. Stan trying to stop Bill himself.
âYes,â Ford answered. âI promise.â
He was pretty sure he didnât have it in him, no matter which other lives were on the line. Heâd just have to make sure that he never had to find out for certain.
He stood up, and without thinking, he offered a hand to Stan. âCome on. Letâs get back there now.â
Stan started to reach for his hand, only to freeze, and then slowly get up all on his own. He didnât complain when Ford wrapped his arm around his shoulder, but he kept his hands in his pockets, like he was afraid that heâd accept someoneâs handshake before he realized what he was doing.
There was no more of the terrible cold blue fire, but Ford shivered.
A promise is an awful lot like a deal, he couldnât help but think.
***
The walk back went by in a heartbeat and in an eternity. Physically, Stan hardly felt his own footsteps. He moved forward without the effort that it usually took at his age, without thinking about what he was doing, just letting Ford guide him.
Mentally, he was drained. It was hard to keep track of a single thought for more than a few seconds. Echoes of things he shouldnât have been able to hear still rang in his ears, and he tried as best as he could to block them out, but they still weighed down on him.
On the way there, Ford sent a text to McGucket. Stan could only imagine what it said.
My brother didnât do as good of a job at saving the world as we thought. Can you help me figure out what the demon in his mind is doing now?
They got back to the Shack far too quickly. The walk had been hell, but Stan would have repeated it for the rest of eternity if he could.
âThe barrier covers the back porch,â Ford explained. âLetâs just stand there for now.â
It was an attempt to make Stan feel more comfortable, and it worked a little, but probably not as much as Ford had hoped it would. Before he stepped forward, Stan looked around, making sure no one else was outside.
He didnât need to look, because he could already see Dipper and Mabel in the kitchen, Soos in the exhibit gallery, Melody greeting Wendy as she arrived for work in the gift shop.
When he was satisfied, he closed his eyes and slowly stepped towards the Shack.
It turned out that the barrier extended a few feet beyond the porch â Stan could tell because a wave of pins and needles and then numbness ran over his body. He suddenly felt very weak, very helpless, very human.
But that was just how heâd felt for his whole life, he realized. The reality-warping power that had awakened in him was going back to sleep.
âStan, do you think you could test whether⌠the fire works?â
Ford had almost slipped up and called it your fire, Stan could tell, and he hated it â not Ford for almost making that mistake, but himself, for being the type of person that his brother would confuse with the demon that had tortured him for years.
He hated himself for letting it be true.
âYou donât have to if youâre not comfortable with it. Iâm very confident that weâll be safe ââ
Stan raised his hand and focused. Nothing happened except for a faint pain behind his eyes.
âNope, nothing,â he muttered. âYouâre right, Ford.â
Fordâs expression was difficult to read. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, then opened it again. âYes, thatâs⌠good, I supposeâŚâ
He shook his head and mumbled: âThat just⌠conclusively establishes that it is Bill, though, and I suppose there was a small part of me that was still foolishly hoping that it wasnât⌠Stanley?! Are you alright?!â
âHuh?â Stan had been almost completely tuning Ford out.
Ford put his hand on Stanâs shoulder. âYouâre shaking a lot. How are you feeling?â
âI⌠I dunno. Tired?â He was tired, both mentally and physically, but that wasnât the whole story. âMaybe⌠kinda warm?â
âOf course, I⌠I canât blame you for that. Have you eaten anything today, or drank anything?â
âNuh-uh. But I donât⌠I donât really want any food right now.â Every noise was monotone, every color was monochrome. Stan felt burnt out.
Damn Ford for caring about nutrition at a time like this. Damn Ford for caring more about Stanâs health than the demon that could fully awaken and try to kill him at any moment. Damn Ford for caring.
âThen Iâll get you a beverage with some calories in it â not Mabel Juice, donât worry.â Ford took Stan by the shoulder again and began guiding him towards the door. âLetâs sit you down inside, in the air conditioning.â
Stan didnât have the energy to think, didnât have the energy to remember why he was scared of the old cabin that was shielded off from almost all weirdness.
And then the weird people who lived in the cabin jumped out at him, and he remembered exactly why.
***
âGrunkle Stanâs been gone for a long time, donât you think, Dipper?â Mabel asked, suddenly setting down her knitting needles. âIs that why youâve just been pushing stuff around on your plate instead of eating?â
Truth be told, it was the glitter and chocolate sauce that were to blame for Dipperâs half-eaten waffle. Or at least, heâd told himself they were. It was hard to deny that he was pretty anxious.
âI didnât want to sound like I was being paranoid, but⌠yeah. Iâm getting kinda worried about him.â He checked the time on his phone, even though heâd just done so a couple seconds ago â it was 8:16. âItâs been over an hour. Stan never takes walks that long.â
âWhat did Ford say in that text again?â Mabel asked him. âHe didnât mention Stan, did he?â
Dipper shook his head and pulled up the text to show her. âNope, just that he wouldnât be back until after eight. But⌠Iâm really starting to think that he is looking for Stan.â
Mabel frowned. âMaybe we shouldâve told him more about how⌠weird Stan was acting.â
âProbably,â Dipper admitted. âHe sounded better by the time he left, and I didnât want Ford to overreact or anythingâŚâ
âHe did leave really quickly, thoughâŚâ Mabel mused. âAnd he was talking kinda loud. Like when heâs got a bunch of tourists in the Shack.â
It wasnât difficult to pick up on the unspoken thought like when heâs putting on an act.
âThatâs it,â Dipper decided. âIâm calling Ford and ââ
He heard the back door of the Shack creak open.
âOh, thatâs probably them right now!â He gave a small sigh of relief, even knowing that he wouldnât be able to entirely stop himself from worrying until he saw his grunkles safe and sound.
Really, Dipper had been uneasy ever since Stan had left that morning. It had almost felt like it was last summer again, like every normal occurrence was a reason to worry, like something bad could happen any time anyone left his sight..
But of course heâd just been overreacting â nothing this summer could compare to how dangerous the last had been, because now that Bill was goneâŚ
He entered one side of the living room, Mabel a bit behind him, at the same time Stan and Ford entered the other side from the porch, and something made all four of them freeze.
Only two words were spoken, and they both came out of Stanâs mouth:
âPine Tree.â
And before he knew it, Dipper was shoving Mabel back into the kitchen and running towards Stan and Ford, his heart pounding just as hard as his footsteps.
âGet out of my uncle!â he shouted, just as Ford yelled âWait!â and Stan gasped and tried to dive behind his brother, only to trip and collapse to the â no, it was Bill, and he didnât trip, he was doing that to Stanâs body on purpose â
âDonât you dare hurt him, or Iâll ââ Dipper was suddenly dragged backwards, and he almost reflexively took a swing at the person pulling him, before he could process that it had to be Ford, and he had to have a good reason for pulling Dipper away.
âStanley!â Ford shouted, reaching towards Stanâs shuddering, prone form with his other hand. âAre you okay? Whatâs wrong? What happened ââ
âWhatâs happening?!â Mabel echoed, darting in front of Ford and Dipper. âGrunkle Stan?â
The moment Mabel touched Stan, he jumped to his feet in one painfully jerky motion, and Dipper finally got a close look at his eyes â not yellow and gleeful, but brown and terrified.
âNo no no no Shooting Star get away youâre not safe I could ââ
âShit,â Ford whispered flatly, then with much more volume yelled: âMabel! You need to give him space! Just trust me, please!â
Mabel took a single step back, and turned to face Ford. âBut why is he calling us ââ
Stan tried to make a break for it out the door, but Ford grabbed him by the shirt.
âStan, everyoneâs safe! Billâs not going to be able to do anything to the kids!â
Dipper didnât fully process the next few seconds. It was just too much. He barely heard Ford telling Stan that nothing bad was about to happen; barely heard Mabel asking him, panicked, if he knew what was going on; barely noticed Soos enter the roomâŚ
He didnât hear anything until Ford put a hand on his shoulder and said: âDipper, Mabel, Soos, I need you all to listen very carefully. At least some part Bill has survived in Stanâs mind, but Stan still has full control of his body, and he doesnât appear to be in danger of losing control any time soon. Itâs just⌠frightening for him, andâŚâ
He briefly looked behind him â checking on Stan, who was sitting on his old yellow chair and staring off into space â then pulled Dipper and Mabel close to him and hugged them.
âAnd it must have been a terrible shock to you, too,â he added quietly. âIt was all my fault. I should have sent you some warning before I brought Stan back here. Iâm so sorry.â
âIs â is Mr. Pines gonna be okay?â Soos asked quietly.
âI intend to make sure of it.â Fordâs voice was equally quiet, but full of determination. âWe have a plan. McGucket is working on preparing a mental scan as we speak.â
Dipper had too many questions. How did you realize Bill was still there, how are you going to get rid of him, how did he survive in the first place and how do you know it wonât happen againâŚ
âI know that that explanation isnât anywhere near enough,â Ford went on. âBut Stan needs space right now. I promise, Iâll tell you everything I know as soon as I can.â
Dipper nodded, and Ford let go of him.
âIs there anything else we can do?â Mabel asked, and Ford sighed.
âIâll tell you the second I think of anything.â
As Dipper walked back to the kitchen, he briefly made eye contact with Stan, who flinched and quickly turned away, a haunted, guilty look on his face. His eyes were still brown with normal pupils.
Bill is back, Dipper kept thinking to himself, never quite being able to believe it. If Fordâs plan doesnât work, none of us are going to be safe here for much longer.
Slumping down in her seat at the kitchen table, Mabel voiced his exact thoughts. âHow did everything change like this in just an hour?â
***
âDo you remember the relaxation exercises I taught you last year, to help with your flashbacks?â Ford gently asked. âDo you want to try one of them now?â
Stan shook his head. He didnât deserve to relax. He didnât deserve Fordâs help. He didnât deserve to still be here, to have cheated death like he had so many times.
âWhy not?â
Stan stared at Ford in bewilderment, and Ford stared right back, a pained but determined look in his eyes.
âDo you think it will make things worse, or do you⌠do you not want my help?â
âIt â itâll just make thingsâŚâ
That was a lie. Stan knew it, and Ford didnât know it for certain but could probably guess. All this lying was how Stan had screwed them all over, because he had to be so difficult with Ford, because he had to be the type of person who lied about everything. Because he was a weak-willed idiot who twisted the truth even when he didnât know had forgotten what was real and what wasnât.
Because he, Stanley Pines himself, was not the truth, not the hero his family thought he was. His very identity as others saw it, as even he was deluded enough enough to see it on some days, was nothing more than a lie.
âI donât deserve your help, Ford,â he whispered.
Ford was quiet for a second. âI⌠I figured you thought something like that. But youâre wrong. This town wouldnât be here today if it wasnât for you. Youâre our ââ
âI knew he was gonna come back.â
Fordâs jaw dropped. âWhat?â
âWell, I⌠I didnât know. Not really,â Stan went on. âBut â but Iâve been havinâ dreams, really bad dreams, and you â you woulda figured it out if I ââ
He wiped at his eyes. âIf Iâd just fuckinâ told you.â
âStanley, what were these dreams like? Was Bill in them?â Ford asked quietly. His voice was even more carefully controlled than usual, in an attempt to keep out some strong emotion Stan couldnât identify.
To be honest, he hoped it was anger. It would make things a lot less difficult in the long run. It would make certain hard decisions easier, make certain shots easier.
âI barely remember,â Stan finally answered. âActually, I⌠I donât remember at all. That was what made the dreams so⌠different. I forgot everythinâ right away when I woke up.â
Stan was looking down, but he could feel Fordâs stare.
âThatâs all?â
âWell, I felt⌠really shitty whenever I woke up. And, uh, guilty.â
âSo you only felt bad emotionally, not physically?â
Stan nodded, and Ford started to ask something, but Stan cut him off. âAnd thatâs⌠not all, not really. This morning I⌠I still donât really know what happened, but when I saw the kids I felt⌠shittier. And I kinda panicked, and⌠well, I guess you actually saw that same thing, âcouple a minutes ago. But it happened this morning too, âcept I⌠I didnât scare the kids as much.â
He took a deep breath. âI dunno if thatâs really everythinâ, but itâs everythinâ I can remember right now.â
For what must have been a minute, Ford was absolutely silent aside from the sound of his breath.
âStanley,â he finally said, âWithout having seen what I saw in the forest this morning, I wouldnât have associated those dreams with Bill at all. Had you told me about them, I wouldâve been almost certain that they were side effects of the memory gun, affecting yourâŚâ
He clearly had something more to say, but apparently chose not to say it.
âSo,â Stan muttered, âyouâre not even angry with me for not telling ââ
âIâm fucking infuriated with you right now, Stan,â Ford interrupted.
His tone didnât match his words; it was far too sad. âBut not for the reasons you think I should be. Iâm mad because you were clearly suffering, and decided you wanted to suffer alone. Iâm mad because you decided youâd rather lie to me about it than accept my help.â
There was a new emotion in Fordâs voice, one that Stan could recognize from a mile away, because he hadnât felt much else recently. It was guilt.
âDid you think Iâd just make things worse? Did you think I couldnât ââ
âNo!â Stan yelled, and Ford flinched. âItâs not your fault!â
âThen why did you lie, Stanley?â Ford begged him. âPlease, tell me. Trust me.â
Stan took a while to think of the words he wanted to use to answer, and when he finally spoke, they still came out jumbled.
âUh, just⌠you know. For courtesy.â
He looked at Ford, and Ford frowned back at him.
âI just⌠I didnât want you to worry about me. Like, back when I was still rememberinâ things, you lost a lotta sleep over that. I hoped â it was stupid, I know â I hoped that this time, I could just lie to you until I wasnât lying anymore. Until you didnât have to worry ââ
Something had changed in Fordâs expression â he was still frowning, but something about it had tightened. He hadnât flinched, exactly, but something Stan had said had unnerved him.
And then it was gone, and the frown was all sadness and concern again.
âI should have known,â Ford said. âYou thought that you werenât worth worrying me.â
âWell, Iâm not,â Stan blurted out.
âYou shut your fucking mouth,â Ford snapped. âNo one says Stan Pines is worthless, and that includes Stan Pines.â
âBut ââ
âDonât even say it. Donât say this is all your fault. I just told you, I wouldnât have known it was Bill, either. Youâre being too hard on yourself â thatâs your only mistake.â
But I did know, Stan thought.
âFord, I was the one having those dreams. I should been able to figure it outâŚâ
Ford took a little longer to respond this time. âMaybe, but maybe not. Thereâs no way to know for sure what you might have or might not have been able to do. Please, Stan, donât go blaming yourself for not seeing as clearly as you do now in hindsight.â
He put his hand on Stanâs shoulder. âBe honest. Would you blame Dipper or Mabel for making a mistake like that?â
Stan shook his head.
With a bit more hesitation, Ford added: âWould you blame me?â
âOf course not!â
âThen stop blaming yourself! Itâs no different!â
But it was different, it was so different Ford had no idea.
âIâll try,â Stan muttered.
âGood,â Ford said. His tone softened. âI suppose â no, I know that itâs far more difficult than Iâm making it out to be, and⌠I probably shouldnât have been so harsh with you. Trying to stop thinking that way is good, very good. And if I can do anything to help you⌠succeed, then please, tell me.â
Will I really try? Stan thought. Or will that end up being just another lie?
He didnât even bother to wonder if heâd succeed.
At least Iâm telling the truth about Bill now, right? Iâm telling Ford everything he needs to know.
The knot of guilt in his stomach refused to go away.
Lie until you canât remember whatâs a lie and what isnât.
Fordâs phone rang, and Stan flinched.
âItâs McGucket, but I can tell him to hold on for a moment if you need ââ
âItâs okay. Take the call,â Stan told him. âIâm gonna⌠try those breathinâ exercises.â
Ford nodded, and as raised the phone to his ear, he whispered: âIf you need anything, for the love of the multiverse, please interrupt.â
Stan shifted in the chair and tried to tune out Fordâs voice. Inhale, one, two, three, exhale. Inhale, one, two, three, exhale.
He remembered trying to make his mind go completely blank to trick Bill in the Fearamid, remembered visualizing himself sitting in that very chair, concentrating on the thwack-thwack-thwack of an imaginary paddleball.
One-paddle-two-paddle-three-paddleâŚ
Stan had always been pretty good at paddleball. He was (mostly) concentrating on it now, but he if he chose to, he could do it without paying much attention, and let his mind wander while muscle memory took over. Ford, on the other hand, wasnât necessarily bad at paddleball but could never compare to Stan. It needed to be the only thing he was focusing on, or else heâd mess up.
One-two-three one-two-threeâŚ
Stan closed his eyes.
One-two-three one-two-threeâŚ
...you know, Ford was kind of the same as far as controlling his mindscape went. He actually had a decent natural aptitude for it, but there were some things you just needed to be taught, and of course Bill hadnât taught him anything that would be useful to deceive or resist a dream demon. Besides, while creating objects and summoning attacks was easy, it usually took centuries of practice to change your own mindscapeâs layout in any significant way, even temporarily. Centuries that Ford obviously didnât have.
One-two-three one-two-threeâŚ
Really, Bill probably should have realized something was up when âStanfordâsâ mind was as blank as it was in Weirdmageddon.
One-two-three one-two-three one-two-three sixty degrees that come in threesâŚ
It was kind of pathetic, really, how Sixer tried to guard his memories and retain control of his body once he fell asleep. And fall asleep he inevitably did, regardless of how much industrial-strength coffee heâd consumed.
Get out of here!
Bill! You lied to me!
No Iâll stop you IâLL SHUT IT DOWN
Good old Sixer, a being thought, as it came out of a trance.
And that being wasnât Stan.
âGet out of my mind, you backstabber!â Fordâs voice was clearer now, his unkempt head of brown hair unmistakeable.
âWhy should I get out?â Bill demanded. âWe made a deal, Sixer! Why shouldnât I be in your mind, huh?â
Ford practically growled â what a freak.
âYou manipulated me. You lied to me ââ
âI lied? Thatâs your issue? That I lied? Let me tell you something about truth, Brainiac.â Really, Bill was doing Ford a favor, teaching him a lesson that everyone had to learn eventually.
âTruth is a tattletale with no friends. Truth is your annoying uncle who spoils the movie.â
He threw his cane to the ground, and Ford flinched.
âTruth is a concept invented by powerful liars, in order to guilt you into giving them more power.â
Billâs body turned red and his hands caught ablaze as he remembered a world where the truth was strictly regulated, where the moment you admitted that you knew the world wasnât really flat, you were imprisoned.
He remembered a world, a family, that he missed despite its countless flaws, a world that he could never go back to.
âDonât fall for the trap! Lie until what you want to be true becomes true. Lie until you canât remember whatâs a lie and what isnât. Lie until you arenât lying anymore.â
Sixer was shaking with rage now. âI donât care! Iâm not going to let you activate that portal!â he spat.
âAnd how are you gonna do that when youâre just my puppet, huh?â Bill sneered. âI mean, you donât seriously think that postcardâs actually gonna convince your brother to come help, do you? Câmon, Fordsy, youâre smarter than ââ
And suddenly there was a firm hand shaking his shoulder, a bright light being shined in his eyes, a familiar voice yelling at him.
âStanley! Stanley, say something! Tell me youâre still here!â
âF-f-f⌠fuckâŚâ Stan stuttered. âOh no, n-no no no noâŚâ
âStan!â Fordâs silhouette was blurry, but his voice was clear. âTell me what I can do!â
âNightmare,â Stan whispered, and Ford relaxed just a little. âThat was â that was one of those nightmares.â
âDo you remember what happened in it?â
Stan covered his face with his hands, not wanting to look at Ford but afraid to actually close his eyes and risk falling asleep again. âNot really, just that it was⌠I â I think you were in it. I donât know.â
It was true that he didnât know, but he could know, if he chose to try and remember. He just couldnât bring himself to try.
Ford handed him a glass of juice â just normal apple juice, no plastic dinosaurs, but Stanâs stomach still churned at the thought of drinking it.
âI know,â Ford assured him, apparently guessing what was going through Stanâs head. âBut if you think you can physically get it down without throwing up, itâll make you feel better in the long run.â
Stan took a small sip. It tasted watered-down.
âDo you remember if Bill was in the dream at all?â Ford asked after a long pause.
âNuh-uh. I mean, no, I donât remember, but⌠he probably was.â
âThatâs alright. The mind scan should be ready in less than the time itâll take us to get to the mansion â thatâs why McGucket called me â so that will be able to give us some insight.â
Stan barely heard him. âI think⌠I think something bad was happening to you. In the dream.â
And it was my fault. âAnd it was Billâs fault.â
Ford nodded, a detached look in his eyes. âIf your stomach doesnât feel any worse, then take another drink.â
Stan wasnât sure if he felt worse or better. Maybe a little better, but still not good. He took a slightly larger sip than the last.
âI heard you talking in your sleep,â Ford said. âI didnât quite catch all of it, but the things I understood were⌠reminiscent of Bill, to say the least.â
There was something about the way Ford said I didnât quite catch all of it that made Stan worry that Ford really had caught most of it, but was afraid to repeat it.
âAside from a⌠statement I remember Bill making to me a while back,â Ford continued, âI also heard a few nicknames that Bill had always used for me ââ
âLike Sixer?â Stan asked.
Ford gave him possibly the strangest look heâd given Stan all day â there was no fear, just utter confusion and surprise.
âI⌠um. Yes, actually? I think you â I think I did hear that, and Bill did make a habit of calling me that, I just â didnât associateâŚâ
He shook his head. âIâm sorry. Iâm not being clear at all. The thing is, Iâve always associated that nickname with you, Stanley. Not that Bill didnât use it, but⌠well, you used it first. So when I heard you say it in your sleep, it didnât seem out of the ordinary, until you kept talking and I overheard a bit more of the contextâŚâ
âOh.â Stan felt like he was falling into the bottomless pit, like darkness was consuming him from all sides yet he just kept speeding up, moving faster and faster towards a terrifying terrifyingly familiar unknown, a blacked-out void of questions he should have been asking himself long ago, but had never thought about until that very moment, when they had all come at him at once.
Bill had called Ford Sixer because of the zodiac, hadnât he? The same reason heâd called Dipper Pine Tree, Mabel Shooting Star, Soos Question MarkâŚ
How had Stan known Billâs nicknames off the top of his head, when he still had so many gaps in his memory of Weirdmageddon? How had he known Fordâs nickname two decades before Bill and Ford had ever met?
Time is dead and meaning has no meaning!
âI donât wanna talk about the nightmare anymore,â he whispered.
âThatâs alright,â Ford assured him. âWhen do you think youâll be ready to move to the mansion?â
âNowâs fine.â
âBut Stan, youâre not in any condition to ââ
âI want to move, Ford. I donât want to fall asleep again.â Which was true, though not the whole truth â Stan really would have prefered to go anywhere other than the mansion.
Fordâs eyes widened slightly in understanding, and he nodded. Of course it would be the fear of falling asleep that got through to him.
Stan was once again reminded of how much he hated Bill, of how many lasting scars that triangular bastard had left his family with.
âAll right,â Ford told him. âIâll drive you there. I donât think I can stop the kids and Soos from coming along, but Iâll tell them to take a different car, and give you plenty of space once we get there.â
âUh-huh. Thanks, Stanford.â
Stan was shaking when he stood up, but not from exhaustion. He desperately didnât want to head to the machine, didnât want to know what it would say about him, didnât want to know how deep in his head Bill had gotten.
But the risks of not doing the scan were far too great, so without even really thinking about it, he told another courteous lie and said to Ford that he was ready.
***
âTo put your hand in fire and not get burned... this is a feeling like no other.â â Stanford Pines, Journal 3
âWhy is Bill lying about being happy? Um, you know, for courtesy.â â Alex Hirsch in a charity livestream
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Thanks for reading, feedback is appreciated as always!
#gravity falls#same coin theory#stanley pines#bill cipher#stanford pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#rosalia writes fic#seriously this got a LOT longer than i expected
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Lying down, Hakâs skin felt hot against her hand - too hot - and she worried for him. Yoon had taken care of him, as best he could, but Yona asked to take his place, wanting to be by his side when he was most vulnerable. As he always did for her. Although, Yonaâs feelings were selfish and possessive, not selfless like his; she wanted to be the one by his side, to be the one to care for him, the first thing heâd see as he awoke. It didnât matter if the sickness could pass on to her, Yona still lied next to him, caressing his face, running her fingers through his damp hair.
Feverish and weak, unlike she had ever seen - besides when he got injured - he opened his eyes. He looked at her with wonder and happiness and something she couldnât quite understand, Hak smiled as he had never done before - it was honest and childlike. It didnât last long, until he was asleep again, lost to her once more. She wasnât leaving him, never, but someday she might have to watch him leave. That thought haunted her every waking moment; kissing his forehead, she hugged him tight, and eventually her eyelids had grown heavy, until she dreamt of him.
He felt better, as healthy as a black dragon once again, Hak knew his strong body would get rid of that pesky illness as quick as can be. Before he could stretch and get up, he felt a strong grip on his body; looking down, there was his princess holding on to him for dear life, tears running down her face. Wiping her tears, he wondered if she was dreaming of Soo-won, and that hurt him more than any wound he had ever gotten. But then, she whispered his name, embracing him even tighter, and he might as well have died and gone to heaven - because Yona couldnât be dreaming of him, and if she was, why would she cry?
âPrincess, wake up.â he whispered, touching her face gently in a soothing motion. She didnât wake up, nor did she let him go.
âYouâre up. Are you better now?â Yoon asked, entering the tent.
Hak was conflicted. He didnât want her to let go, not really at least, but he couldnât hold back for much longer either, and so he begged Yoon for help with his eyes.
âYona spent the whole day and night with you, she just wouldnât leave your side, so let her rest. And you might always relapse, so just sleep some more too.â
âSure, but I canât do this anymore.â
âSuck it up, you should be used to it by now, besides she obviously needs you right now, as much as you do her. Iâll tell the others, youâre not completely well yet, just be with her.â Yoon had noticed Yonaâs inner turmoil, and he knew Hakâs feelings perfectly well, he just couldnât understand how both of them could be so blind. Maybe this push would finally get them there, maybe not.
He thought he was only having a fever dream, of Yona being by his side in his sickness, it was blurry but he remembered feeling relieved. The look on her face had been one of worry and fear, but also of love, and he wouldnât forget it till the day he died. Hak was important to her, Yona had shown him that, again and again, and he had promised his life to her for as long as she would take him. He was hers, completely, irrevocably, wholly, hers.
âDonât leave me.â the words were faint, but Hak still caught them. The pain in them, made his heart ache with sorrow. She had lost the world, and still stood tall, but Yona was only a girl - a warrior, strong, but still just a girl.
Unable to help himself any longer, he hugged her back, as his way to comfort her broken heart, âIâm here princess. I wonât leave you. You will never be alone. My life is yours, I promise.â
Suddenly, her grip slackened and her body relaxed against his, as if all her worries had been cleansed. Taking advantage of the situation, he enjoyed her closeness, her smell, her heat and basked in the situation, filing it away so he could recall it whenever he needed it. It was warm and nice, so much so, that he ended up falling asleep with her in his arms.
The next morning had been awkward, as they woke up entangled in each other, but neither had wanted to part quite yet, pretending to still be asleep for a while longer - both of them knowing the other one had already awaken, but ignoring it. They were where they needed to be, where they belonged.
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