#i love him so much ford you better hug him daily

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Oh, Stan.

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nct’s jaehyun’s perfume collection review!!

for part two, please refer to here!

hello, all! so some of you may have already known that in the past month, i have impulsively purchased various of perfumes, some of which are based on jaehyun’s personal perfume collection that he uses as mentioned on various platforms. some of the scents he uses are:

tom ford white suede

tom ford fucking fabulous

le labo neroli 36

jo malone myrrh & tonka

jo malone wood sage & sea salt

byredo bal d’afrique

as someone who loves collecting perfumes myself, this was a perfect excuse for me to buy some to get an idea on how he would ‘smell’ like!

some of you have asked for me to post a review of his perfumes! i will be primarily listing my reactions, experiences, and ratings for each scent, along with pictures of jaehyun associated with each scent and if the scent is masculine, feminine, or neutral. i have purchased all of them except for tom ford fucking fabulous. the byredo bal d’afrique will be reviewed at a later date after it arrives in the mail, so for now only 4/6 scents will be discussed.

disclaimer: this is NOT an advertisement but simply a fun and personal review of his perfume collection! but i wouldn’t be opposed with possible brand deals with any of them

before you buy!! some of the fragrances will react differently on your skin as the scents are based on your body chemistry with certain chemicals listed on their ingredients. thus, you may smell a different scent when sprayed on your body than on mine. not only that, some of the perfumes utilizes synthetic ingredients, which can be a deterrent for those with a sensitive nose. i strongly recommend sampling them out at local stores before purchasing as these brands are expensive.

without further ado, happy reading! please do tell me your personal experiences if you have also tried some of them (or perfumes from other members!) <3

warnings: heavy cursing, some vulgar language lmao (they will be listed as [**] if you would like to skip those parts, especially for minors)

TOM FORD WHITE SUEDE

“The addictive pull of leather and suede is channeled through an elegant musk-derived composition. Musk’s primal intensity is harmonized with saffron and thyme, heightened with velvety rose and warm amber. Warm, supple and sensual, a perfume with an irresistible expression of raw desire.” —Tom Ford

first and foremost, i just want to say holy fucking SHIT HE SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD WTF ASKJFKLSJ

[**] HE SMELLS SO FUCKING SEXYAJJF IT’S HARD HOURS FOR HIM EVERY TIME I SMELL IT

like?? oh my god?????

i literally CRIED in my car after smelling it bc oh my gOD HE SMELLS LIKE THAT??!?!??

HE SMELLS LIKE A FUCKING BOYFRIEND OH MY GODJSJFJKS

i can never look at him the same way ever again holy crap

“raw desire” sOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME I CAN’T—

[**] like honestly it makes me want to eat his neck and choke on his dick whAt

anyways

it has a leathery and musky scent to it with a mix of powdery!!

slightly sharp when you first spray it but once it settles and marinates on your skin and clothing, it’s PERFECT

listen i’m still shooked that he smells like THAT

my friend told me one day to spray it on a big sweater and wear it to mimic wearing one of ‘his’ sweaters and—

:(

i wanted to kith him

and hug him

and cuddle with him

and never let him go aaAAAHHH

[**] oh daddy

masculine or feminine? androgynous

recommend? YES ARE YOU KIDDING ME

rating? “i’m going to name my future kid eleven because he is going to be better than you.” —liu yangyang to ten

LE LABO NEROLI 36

“Neroli is another name for the essence of Orange Blossom. The unique quality of our Neroli is its sunny floral character with an extraordinarily warm, sensual base. Rose, musk, mandarin orange (slightly aldehydic), jasmine and vanilla, among other essences, complete the portrait, bringing Neroli 36 spikiness, ease, zest and heat... Well-being, elegance and charm all in a bottle!” —Le Labo

okay so i purchased this (and many other scents) as a sample (1.5 ml) bc this shit is hella expensive

like bro the price of it as 15 ml costs more than jo malone’s 30 ml

maybe it’s bc they said lab techs compound it on-demand??

not sure

but anyways

this gives me straight flower boy vibes

like i’m in a flower shop and there’s a cute florist behind the counter trimming and tending plants with such careful hands

but the white floral kinds

OHOHOHOHO

WE LOVE IT

if you like those kinds of scents, then this is definitely the scent for you!

seriously it smells like lilies and all the white florals alike

personally i like the sweet floral scents so this one is okay to me

still smells really good!

reminds me of glade’s fresh linen carpet powder so it unlocked a repressed memory of my childhood LMFOAODA

what a gentleman he smells like uwuuu

honestly if i was getting married to someone and he showed up to my wedding as a guest wearing this perfume i’d leave my fiancé on the spot

this man has quality tastes wtf

masculine or feminine? gender neutral (ish)? more feminine if i have to say

recommend? if you like white floral scents then you would go BONKERS over this!

rating? 7/10 only bc i prefer sweet floral over white floral scents but if i didn’t then i’d rate it 10/10

JO MALONE MYRRH & TONKA

“Rich, hand-harvested sap of the Namibian myrrh tree, mingling with the warm almond and lush vanilla notes of the tonka bean. Noble and intoxicating.” —Jo Malone

oh bitch

BITCH

THIS MOTHERFUCKER SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD

“noble and intoxicating” DAMN FUCKING RIGHT IT IS

[**] I WILL GET ON MY KNEES FOR THIS MAN IF I EVER SMELL THIS ON HIM

my royal liege, jung jaehyun, i am at your SERVICE HELLO SIR WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU TODAY

he could step on my face and i’d thank him for allowing me to breathe the same air as him oh my god—

ahem

moving along now

it has a vanilla and amber scent to it! a very nice and sweet scent to it that’s not too overbearing

usually i’m not a big fan of vanilla or cake fragrances bc they tend to nauseate me

but this one?

ohohoho

this is the good stuff

i didn’t exactly purchase this one; i bought other fragrances from jo malone and they gave me free samples to choose from, and myrrh & tonka was one of them sO MIGHT AS WELL TRY IT OUT

so glad i did omg i don’t regret it

i might just buy a bottle of it

[**] another one bites the dust just RAIL ME ALREADY JUNG JAEHYUN I’M BEGGING YOU—

[**] daddy pls

masculine or feminine? androgynous, but leaning slightly towards feminine

recommend? YES OH MY GOD

rating? CHITTAPHON OUT OF TEN

JO MALONE WOOD SAGE & SEA SALT

“Escape the everyday along the windswept shore. Waves breaking white, the air fresh with sea salt and spray. The mineral scent of rugged cliffs, mingling with earthy sage.” —Jo Malone

yo this shit smells good

like REALLY good

he smells like beaches and lemons hELLO THERE

no wonder this is one of their best sellers wtf this man has IMMACULATE TASTE EYE—

AND THERE’S ONLY ONE (1) OF HIM IN THIS ENTIRE WORLD???!?

HUH!?!!?

life truly isn’t fair, huh

okay god i see you with favorites

now

let’s see here

very citrusy!!

also has that marine type of scent to it making it exceptionally aromatic!

not too much of a boujee scent like m&t where you would use on special events

this is more like a scent you would use on a daily basis going out

but upgraded

like you would smell fresh and expensive

kind of like a lowkey rich kid type of scent but you’re humble about it but lowkey kinda flexing yk?

this smell is BEAUT i love it omg i cant stop sniffing it

i’m a sucker for citrus scents :(

i’d wear this shit to school everyday if i could and have all my friends smell me

damn i bet his sweaters smell hella nice with this perfume :(

masculine or feminine? gender neutral

recommend? yes, yes, and yes.

rating? 10/10

tl;dr— jaehyun has expensive tastes and smells so fucking sexy how is he even real what the fUCk

[cocochannel00]

Quarantine Date

Boyfriend!Harry plans a date in the era of social distancing...

A big PSA to all of my lovely followers: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WEAR A MASK AND SOCIAL DISTANCE WHEN IN PUBLIC. DON’T PUT YOURSELF AND OTHER PEOPLE AT RISK

Harry knew how important your work was to you. You were an essential worker during the COVID pandemic and had been working rigours 12+ hour shift at the hospital. You had barely seen or talked to Harry over the last couple of months, mainly because he had been locked down in LA for the first half of quarantine and you had been basically living in the hospital lounge. You had been dating Harry for almost a year now so you knew what it was like to have him far away, but this time it felt different. This time all you wanted to was spend your day off curled up in bed with Harry and watch as he tried to imitate Heath Ledger's accent in 10 Things I Hate About You instead of watching it by yourself. I guess you’d just have to spend the day wallowing in self pity with your tub of ice cream. 

You were half way through your movie when your phone rang. Too lazy to look at who’s calling to picked up the phone and spoke a quick hello.

“You. Me. Date tonight. No excuses” the person said through the phone.

“Why Tom Holland I’m flattered, but I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend already” you replied back as a joke.

“Ha ha very funny (y/n) and besides I know you don’t have Tom’s number yet. But seriously, I’ve been home nearly a week and I haven’t seen you in person.” Harry spoke.

“Haz, 4 patients on my floor tested positive for COVID this week. I don’t want to expose you or god forbid Anne or Gemma to it”

“We can do a social distance date, I’ll plan the whole thing,” Harry practically begged.

“Harry I don’t know...” you stated with a sigh.

“I know today is your day off and you’re probably curled up in bed with some ice cream right now so hear me out. You stay in your room and relax for the rest of the day and I’ll spend the day planning our date tonight. Please, love, I really want to see you even if it’s six feet apart and with a mask” Harry pleaded.

“Ok ok fine I’ll go on a social distancing date with you but only if you promise to stay 6 ft away” you said sternly.

“I’ll bring a measuring tape so you can double check” he replied as you laughed.

“Wonderful, I can’t wait. Do I need to wear something special to this date tonight?” You asked curiously.

“That’s a surprise for later”

“Harold you know I hate surprises” you whined over the phone.

“I know that’s why I love them. Now I need to go, I have lots of planning to do for tonight. Love you”

“Love you too, H. See you tonight” you replied before hanging up the phone.

You were excited yet nervous to see Harry in person. Seeing his face through zoom was one thing but seeming all of him in person without being able to run up and hug him could very well crush you on the spot. All you knew for sure was that thinking about this date was take up your entire day. You weren’t one for grand cheesy gestures and you hated being the center of attention so you prayed that Harry didn’t go overboard on the whole evening.

You groaned quietly as you rolled over the the other side of your bed (usually Harry’s side) and checked the alarm clock to see it was only 5 pm so you had at least another 3 hours of wallowing in self pity until Harry came back. For once you just wanted the clock to move faster. Sinking back down into your sheets you ran a hand through your wet hair from your morning shower. You knew you should have brushed it earlier so that it didn’t frizz , but you hadn’t been expecting company and you didn’t really care what you looked like under all your PPE at the hospital. Just as you were beginning to detangle your hair you got a message from Harry.

Harry: Wear pajamas tonight, we’re going extra comfy. Love you - H

You smiled at the message and placed the phone back onto your lap. Nothing could ever put a smile on your face faster than Harry’s name popping up on your screen. Back when you first started dating and you had been stressed about going back to work after visiting him on tour he would send you pictures of puppies every morning just to cheer you up. Now he’s resorted to other much less innocent tactics to try and cheer you up when you’re have a bad day, but you couldn’t complain (especially during quarantine). With all that said, Harry continues to surprise you daily so to say you were excited for your date night would be an understatement. The only thing getting you through the wait was knowing you needed to take at least a 2 hour nap before he got there otherwise you would pass out during your date tonight.

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You woke up to the sound of “Kiwi” blasting in your ear as the timer you had set went off. Carefully, you untangled yourself from your excessively long phone charger before check the time and realizing you only had ten minutes to get ready. How many times had you pressed snooze in your sleep? You were in too much of a rush to figure it out as you raced to your closet to put on a comfy pair of pajama shorts and an old college t shirt. Even though Harry said it was going to be casual you decided to still go through the effort of putting on a bit of concealer and foundation to try and cover up the bags under your eyes. You were just rubbing in your moisturizer when you got another text from Harry.

Harry: I’m downstairs, don’t look out your window. Come to the backyard when you’re ready because our date night is about to begin. - H 

You grinned widely at the message and quickly finished putting on the rest of your make-up while also running a brush through your hair. Your hair had definitely had better days but it was too late to do anything besides put your hair in a bun to try and keep the frizz down with the growing humidity. With one last look in the mirror, you went downstairs to go meet Harry.

You carefully made your way to the door and grabbed one of your cloth masks off of the counter before putting it on and opening the door to your backyard. Your porch had been covered in fairy lights and two mountains of pillows had been placed on opposite sides of the backyard. In the middle their stood a giant sheet with a projector set up underneath it. It looked like something out of a rom-com and you were shocked that Harry was able to set all of this up without you knowing. Just as you were about to call out Harry’s name you saw him walk in through the back door with a mask on, a bottle of wine in his hands. He was wearing one of your favorite striped shirts that you said made him look like Where’s Waldo’s cousin. 

“I know it’s not exactly how I would have liked to see you on our first date in months, but I made sure to measure out the 1 meter (6 feet) for the cushions” Harry stated as he placed the bottle of wine down on a table next to a box of pizza. 

Your eyes began to water at the sight of him in front of you. It had been so long since you had seen him in person and so much had happened in your life in the last couple months that all you wanted to do was run up and wrap your arms around him. You impulsively put your arms out and took a couple of steps forward before you remembered that you couldn’t touch him and put your hands down. A tear fell down your cheek just as Harry looked up from the bottle he was attempting to open.

“Y/n what’s wrong love. Did I do something wrong?” He asked cautiously as you shook your head.

“Just missed you a lot. Wanted to give you a hug, but I don’t want to risk it” you replied softly as you took off your mask and wiped the stray tears from your face. 

Harry slowly took off his mask and gave you a sympathetic smile, “Wish I could run up and hug you too, love. Missed you so much these past couple of weeks. Thought I was going to go crazy with Jeff and all that baking in LA”.

You chuckled softly at his efforts of lightening the mood before scrunching your nose the extensive facial hair you didn’t remember seeing before.

“When did you grow that fuzz ball on your face?” you questioned sarcastically as you made your way over to one of the pillow piles. 

Harry scoffed at your remark and ran his hand across his face, “Excuse me miss [y/l/n] but this has taken me nearly four months to grow and I’d say it is much more than just a fuzz ball” 

“You’re right Har, you definitely grew it out to pornstar level. Proud of you baby” you said with a giggle as Harry glared at you. 

“I did not come here to get harassed about my new look” Harry grumbled jokingly as he gave you his cheshire smile. 

“You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t make fun of your tremendous accomplishments. Thank you by the way, for putting all of this together. This was really sweet. Oh my god, stop, is this your fuzzy sweater” You said with a squeal as you put on his multicolored cardigan he had placed on top of a blanket. You inhaled the smell of his Tom Ford cologne and smiled.

“I figured since I can’t give you a hug yet, you could wear that” he replied back as he carefully opened the box of pizza he had placed on a small table in the middle of the porch. 

You moaned softly as you stared at the pizza just a few feet away from you. 

“Why have I never heard you moan like that for me in bed?” Harry joked as you glared at him.

“That was my foodgasm moan. You know damn well I don’t keep quiet with you so I don’t want to hear any complaints. Now, give me two slices of that delicious pizza please” 

Harry laughed at your response as he placed his mask back on and put on some hand sanitizer before placing two piece of pizza on a plate and pouring you a glass of wine. He walked over to you carefully and placed the food and the glass on a tray next to you that you hadn’t seen. You thanked him before placing the tray in your lap and taking a sip of your wine. Harry began to grab himself a slice when you shouted his name and took out your phone. 

“Wait I want to get a picture of you in person. I can’t keep stalking your fans’ accounts to get pictures of you.” you mumbled as you tapped on your camera. 

Harry nodded grudgingly before he took off his mask and began posing with the bottle of wine. 

“I think I could be one of those influencers” he joked as he nearly spilled the wine onto his shirt. 

“I think maybe we should leave that to the pros” you replied jokingly as you curled up into your pillow fort and began munching on your food. 

Harry sat down in the the pillow fort adjacent to yours on your porch. The two of you talked as you ate and tried to catch each other up on anything that you had missed on your various facetime calls. It was nice to be able to see him in person and know that he was okay. You had been so worried he would catch it while in LA and even though he wasn’t in one of the high risk categories you had witnessed several health people die of the disease and you didn’t even want to think about Harry in that situation. After you had both finished your meals Harry decided to put on “10 Things I Hate About You” and proceed to jump up next to the sheet you guys were using for a screen and act out the entire bleacher serenade live. 

You could not keep the smile off of your face that night. Harry had this way of making you forget all of your problems when you were with him and you were grateful to have found someone as caring as him. 

“ I love you H, thank you for a wonderful night” you whispered as the credits rolled onto the screen. 

“Anything for you love. Glad I got to see for a bit even if you did fall asleep on me halfway through the movie.” He replied back with a grin.

“It wasn’t my fault! You made my pillow fort to cozy, how could I resist a cat nap?” you stated as you smiled at him.

“Can’t blame you for it. Got a couple of cute pictures of you sleeping for my lock screen though.” He replied with a smirk as you groaned.

“Harry I was definitely drooling, you need to delete those” you said as Harry shook his head. 

“Can’t do that. Got to show mom our lovely date night”

“Fine, but no one else sees that picture besides Anne. I can’t have Mitch and Jeff teasing me everytime I see them like with the whole ketchup fiasco.” you mumbled as you began to fold the blanket you had wrapped around your body during the movie. 

“Leave everything there love, you need to go get some sleep before your shift tomorrow. I’ll clean all of this up, you just head inside for me” Harry stated as he turned off the projector and began taking down the sheet. 

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly. 

‘Yes, love, you need your rest. Go, come on. I can’t have you falling asleep while taking care of your patients.” Harry replied.

You hesitated for a minute before buttoning up the sweater Harry had given you and putting your mask back on. 

“I don’t want to leave here without giving you a hug” you stated softly as Harry looked at you with a small smile.

“(Y/n) if you want a hug all you have to do is ask, would have given you one the minute I got here. Let me grab my mask.”

“You’re sure you’re okay with this? I got tested two days ago for COVID and the last 6 have been negative but I don’t get the results till tomorrow and I don’t want you to get ill” you replied with a hesitant look. 

“Love I think with all of the hand washing and the masks we’ll be okay, but I’ll only give you one if you want it” he said as he put on his mask and adjusted the nose wire. 

“I want one” you said as Harry opened his arms up for you.

You practically jumped into his arms and nearly started sobbing from the first really physical contact you’ve had with anybody in weeks.

“God I love you so much (Y/n)” Harry stated as he tugged you closer and placed a kiss on your temple through his mask.

“I love you too H” you replied back as you closed your eyes tight and tried to hold on as long as possible.

“Good now come on, get to bed so you’re well rested for tomorrow. I’ll come back tomorrow night with some dinner after your shift so we can eat together again. Would that be ok?” he asked as he placed his hands on your hips.

“That would be lovely. I get off at 8 tomorrow”

“I’ll be waiting for you here, don’t worry” Harry stated. 

“Ok, I’ll go. I love you” you replied as you carefully untangled yourself from Harry and slowly made your way inside.

“I love you too. good night Haz” 

“Night love, see you tomorrow”

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BillDip SlowBurn FanFic Chap. 1

Bill had destroyed Dipper's mind.

It has been a few years since weirdmageddon. Since Dipper and Mabel defeated demons from hellish planes of existence and saved the world and their friends from soul and mind crushing madness.  

Dippers a freshman in college now. It was a moment that he had wished for for years. Highschool had been…

Well it wasn't the worst it could have been. Dipper hit a major glow up around the beginning of junior year (with Mabel's help of course) and life was a little easier. He was asked out on dates, went to a few parties here and there that people dragged him to, had some typical highschool fun in the city...

Until around that same time he started getting replies from colleges his senior year, he started to see Bill again. Every once in a while his mind would wander back to that summer, but it was always the good things or nightmares of the horrors they saw.

It started with just a little glimpse here and there. An eye in the back corner of his periphery, some yellow glimpse in a dark room. 

A ghostly hand on his shoulder.

But these things were nothing to the first time Dipper realized something was wrong.

Dipper saw Bill in his dreams. And those dreams were beyond nightmares.

He had had nightmares before. Nightmares of weirdmageddon were common for both dipper and Mabel. But these… these were real; as much as a dream could be.

Because of Gravity Falls, Dipper really wasn't afraid of a lot of things that would have scared him. The unknown was comforting to him. Maybe because it wasn't too unknown to him and Mabel.

But bill. During those nightmares, brought everything he feared to the frontlines. 

It had been a while since Mabel and him shared a room, so Mabel really didn't know about the fear Dipper experienced those nights. 

She was more focused on getting to LA.

She wants to be a criminal psychoanalyst. To look at the minds of people and figure how they tick. Criminals especially. 

Dipper could swear that Bill had done something to her to make her go down such a dark career path, but he couldn't say anything; he neither had a psychology degree nor was untouched by Bill himself.

Who really knows, it could have been anything else that happened to her in those hellish four years of highschool. 

She had moved away quickly after highschool ended to learn in LA. Of course they facetime and text all the time, but the separation was still felt by both of them.

Everyone missed her presence. Her positivity, her unique personality. 

That had transformed into something much darker come junior and senior year. She found out after a few failed boyfriends that she was not only Asexual, but that guys and even girls, can’t seem to give that part of a relationship up. Some even found it offensive that she felt that way.

Dipper went back to oregon. Of course he was in the city, but on weekends he would visit the Mystery Shack and Gravity Falls. 

Soos was happy to give him one of the rooms in the basement. Sometimes even Grunkle Stan or Grunkle Ford would visit. 

They decided shortly after Dipper and Mabel left that they would travel. Of course Ford's labs still sit under the mystery shack, but when Mabel and Dipper visited Soos the summer of their junior year Ford gave them full control of the labs (as long as Dipper kept everyone safe. Which he did too much annoyance of Mabel)

Soos and his wife at that time had just had a little baby boy, and now have a comfortable four kids, two boys and two girls (three of them were triplets) and run the shack not to much better than Stan did, with the same soul in the campy attractions and overpriced merchandise. 

Wendy is in her senior year at a community college in Oregon city, right around the same place Dipper decided to go to school. They hang out pretty regularly, just around weekly.

Robby left gravity falls as soon as he got his GED. Went for New York, looking for a punk career. He sends Wendy emails every once in a while about his music and where he's at. 

Shockingly, Pacifica stayed in Oregon, going to the same college Dipper goes to. They see each other, and after leaving her family, she found a lot out about herself and became a much better person. 

She found she loved a good smoke and art. Apparently, something she hid from the world was that she loved art. She was probably one of the best artists Dipper had seen. After she left the hell hole of her family, she became really chill. Calm. even nice. 

Her and Dipper have coffee pretty much every day. She was one of the only people who also knew what he had gone through.

And she was the only person who noticed as Dipper got worse and worse for wear. 

Bill had been particularly evil the past few weeks, taking much more joy in Dippers struggle. Long ago Dipper had just sort of given up on screaming for Bill to stop. But he always refused to make a deal with him to stop the fear. Not again. 

“Another nightmare again?” Pacifica asks, as Dipper requests 5 shots of caffeine in his already bitter caffeinated black coffee. 

“Yeah. it's getting harder and harder to say no every night. And honestly the empty dorm isn't helping.” 

“Why don't you just move in with me? I've got an extra room that's got your name written on the door if you want it.” 

Dipper almost accepted, but decided against it. It was kind of weird, no matter how good of friends they were, to live with the ex that made you realized you were gay.

It wasn't her fault, it was just…

He liked a different kind of ass, as Mabel had said when he came out.

No, the daily overpriced coffee meetup was enough. 

“Have you talked about it to Ford? Hes got to know something about it if he went through the same thing?” 

“I don't want to bother them with it. They thought they got rid of Bill that summer, we all did. Bills my problem now.”

Pacifica gives him a knowing look. She knew that he was breaking, but couldn't figure out how to help him. 

“Hows journalism?” Pacifica takes her coffee as she changes the subject.

“As boring as it ever is. Graphic design?”

“As confusing as ever.” Dipper takes a big sip from his steaming coffee. It's a briskly cold morning, enough he brought out his knit set Mabel had made for him on their 18th birthday. He had no shame in wearing it, and it in fact felt comforting today, to know that she was still with him in heart at least.

She never grew out of her sweater thing. She still makes sweaters, using it to get her to the next rent payment sometimes. Everyone can count on a big box with sweaters from her every Christmas here in Oregon. 

With their coffees in hand, Dipper and Mabel head off to campus. And once they made it there they said their goodbyes with a hug and went their separate ways to start the day. 

Dipper wanders into the lecture hall for his advanced maths class. People filter in as he types away on his computer. 

The students around him wanted to be scientists, economists, etc. everyone found it weird that a creative writing major was not only taking advanced maths, this early in the morning, but was killing it. His grades spoke for themselves. 

The class starts and Dipper still types away on his computer. He had been bored the night before as he was staving off sleeping and had read a chapter ahead in their textbook. He taught himself the three hour lesson that day in an hour. 

It was no doubt that Dipper took after his great uncle Stanford. Grunkle Ford told him at one point that Dipper reminded him of a young Dr. Fiddleford. Dipper didn't really like being compared to the scientist that started a whole cult under Gravity Falls before going batshit crazy himself for a very long time.

He only hoped that he wouldn't end up like him. He didn't want to be some crazy man who roams the town. 

Dipper had a story that he needed to finish for his next class. He had started to wear away the stories of Gravity Falls with his creative writing classes that he now had to actually think about what story to write. Mabel helped him out with the premise of the story last night. So he spent that class writing a simple flash fiction of one roaming the backrooms. (an urban legend Mabel had read about in an article somewhere.)

He found comfort in knowing that one thing did not exist to him. That one thing did not sit in the pits of Gravity Falls waiting for Dipper or one of them to unearth it.

The story reminded Dipper of falling through the endless pit just outside the Mystery Shack. A hole where they reminisced on days of the summer as they spent the day, or who knows how long, falling. they were all lucky that it was not, truly, endless. 

And quickly the story was finished and the class closed early. 

Dipper went for an early lunch. He scrolls through his phone, seeing Mabels three new instagram posts and all the other people she introduced him to. 

After Mabel found out Dipper was gay, she went on a mission to hook him up with some LA guy. Oregons not terrible with their acceptance, but it's not something to be very open about. Plus Dipper wasn't the kind to walk pride without someone like Mabel hyping the both of them up. Because god knows that she needs just as much hyping up with who she is as Dipper.

When he walks into his empty apartment, anxiety wells up in Dippers chest. Quickly he turns on the TV, letting it run as white noise as he makes his lunch. The apartment had been empty since his recent relationship ended. Dipper is glad it ended, as the abuse just got too much; yet it was bad for Dipper to be left alone with his thoughts. Especially in an apartment that seemed to hold so much sadness and bad memories.

Mabel, after helping Dippers style, had made him a whole cookbook for him. It had all different kinds of foods, but the main dishes all were healthy. She had gone on a fitness rampage her sophomore year and had never truly grown out of it. It was from a bad place, but she turned it to a positive. As she always does. 

She had told him that it was the first thing other than sleep to keep alive longer. She had made him promise that he would try to stay alive. 

At this point it was the only thing keeping Dipper alive. 

Bill had taxed his mind so much it was rare to find him not paranoid. Bill made Dippers anxiety beyond chronic, and the lack of sleep did not help his depression. 

That had developed after Pacifica. It wasn't because of the break up, more at the fact that she had helped him so much. 

She had accepted him being gay. She had helped him gain friends during their relationship, and she even helped him when money wasn't the best. 

All this caused his anxiety to get to his head. 

What if they think I’m evil for breaking it off with her? What if she'll never want to see me again? What if, what if, what if…

His depression had just gotten  worse after the breakup and dealing with being alone again. It was the reason Dipper stayed with someone like that for so long. 

All of the depression and anxiety ended up crashing down at the same time Bill Cypher ended up crashing into the picture. 

At that point Bill only came to terrorise Dipper a few nights a month. It was easier to deal with.  Now it's every night.

Dipper finishes making his food, sitting down in front of the TV to watch a show on Netflix. 

He had been getting through the true crime shows. He swore that eventually he'd eventually either run a show like it with Mabel or be one of the cold cases lost to the world. 

Yet within only a few minutes Dipper not only found himself asleep, but stuck in the mindscape. 

“Been trying to avoid me, Pine Tree?”

Dipper no longer was shocked by Bill's voice. In fact the more and more he heard his voice, the more and more it began to sound almost human.

[henrycavillisbae]

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Summary: Logan ‘Sy’ Syverson, returns from his deployment. Maddy is 29 weeks pregnant with their first child, a girl, conceived the night before Sy was deployed. Sy hasn’t seen Maddy or the bump in person and to say he's excited is an understatement. Written in first person.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x ofc (Maddy Syverson)

Warnings: SMUT! Oral, slight MaleDom/FemSub, Pregnancy Sex, Bad Language, bodily fluids and fluff.

A/N: Hey guys! New around here (not really just been lurking in the background) Hope you enjoy this one shot. Got the name ‘Logan’ for Sy from @littlefreya. For the record I am English and this is set in a America soooo... Also, this is unedited and I'm slightly nervous!

I plodded towards the wardrobe and grabbed one of Sy's tshirts before pulling it over my head. It's one of the only things I can tolerate in this Texan heat and being pregnant. I then waddled downstairs to get some breakfast.

I groaned as a rolled my pregnant self over to climb out of bed. This baby makes me need to wee all the time. A second groan left my lips as I stood up and plodded towards the ensuite to relieve myself. Washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair resembled a birds nest. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth before making my way back to the bedroom.

I was greeted by Kal waiting for me by his bowl obviously after his breakfast.

"Okay Bear, I'll feed you" I said leaning down and stroking him, "your daddy is home today and Aika will be in a few days" he waged his tail to this obviously hearing the words 'daddy' and 'Aika'. Kal is an Akita who stays with me while Sy is on deployment, Aika is a German Sheppard that goes on deployment with Sy. This is their last deployment as Aika is retiring and Sy is moving to fire arms training. We found out I was pregnant just after he left for Iraq and as soon as he found out he was on the phone to his boss requested to move. I grabbed Kal's meat and scraped it into his bowl. I opened the door to let Kal out after he'd eaten. He quickly rain outside to do his business after he'd eaten. By then I had made a coffee and some toast and was sat on the sofa. As I was eating my breakfast the baby started to wiggle.

"Well good morning to you" I said rubbing my tummy, Kal running in and rested his head on my tummy, “You’ll finally meet your daddy today dot, and I need ti take you out in a bit Kal” I stroked Kal’s head before he got excited and bounced around. Laughed at him as I checked the time in my phone, 08:43. Sy’s plane landed at 12:03 so I had time to take Kal out quickly and get ready to drive to the airport.

After eating my breakfast I grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped my bra on underneath Sy’s Iron Maiden t-shit. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before shoving my phone in the back pocked of my shorts. Kal was already waiting for me by the door with his lead in his mouth.

“Alright boy, I’m coming” I called to him as I slipped my low top converse onto my slightly swollen feet. I clipped Kal’s lead to his collar and shoved my sunglasses on as I left the house. We walked towards the dog walking park near our house. We haven’t had any rain in a while so the grass resembled straw, tornado season had been and gone and summer was definitely here. Kal was already hot so we wont be having a long walk. In the summer the dogs get walked morning and evening. Kal ran round for 10 minutes or so before he decided he was too hot and wanted to go home.

By the time we reached home it was 10:15. My neighbour Hallie was taking her trash out.

“Morning Maddy” she called over the white picket post fence.

“Hey Hallie” I shouted waving back

“Sy’s back today isn’t he” she asked, I nodded in reponse “I bet you cant wait”

“I really can’t” I replied as I unlocked our large oak door, “I’m looking forward to soneone to help me put my shoes on. Thats becoming difficult” ‘I also need sex’ I thought to myself. I laughed slighty, we had sex a lot. By a lot a mean daily, sometimes maybe 2 or 3 times a day. Yup, I need sex.

“How loge do you have left” Hallie asked referring to my pregnancy.

“Around 12 weeks, Sy is having 6 months off before starting his new role in fire arms trainging, so that will be nice” I said resting my hand on my bump.

“Oh gosh” Hallie exclaimed, “Well look after yourself, we’ll have to all get together for a BBQ when Sy is back and settled”

“Yes we must, see you soon Hallie” I called waving to her as I walked into the house. I herd her shout bye back just as I was about to shut the front door. I unclipped Kal’s lead and he ran off to have a drink as I made my way upstairs to get ready.

I pulled out a floaty ditsy floral midi dress that was fitted at the top. The v shaped neckline and think straps accentuated my large swollen breasts. I laid it on the bed and quickly used the toilet before I sat at my dressing table. I decided to apply a light layer of make up, if I wore too much it woud just melt off of my face in this heat. I let my hair out of it’s top knot and ran my fingers through the curls to make it look presentable. I checked myself in the mirror, my blue eyes sparkled due to the brown eyeshadow I had applied. I applied a thick layer of lip gloss before getting up to get changed. 

I pulled off my tshirt and shorts and put on a white lacey thong and my white lacey maternity bra. I walked over to my full length mirror and took a picture of my bump in the mirror making sure the my breasts were obvious. I opened up Sy’s contact and attached the picture with the caption, ‘We can’t wait to see you daddy’. I sniggered before pressing send. Sy will see this before he see’s me and I know it will drive him mad. I pulled my dress on over my head before needing to rearrange it over my bump. I found my strappy wedges before sitting on the bed to put them on. Sy’ was a foot taller then me so I needed all the help I could get with my height. I then made my way downstirs again.

11:07

“SHOOT!” I shouted to myself. I rushed around and grabbed my bag throwing the food I had made for us in it along with the ‘Welcome home Daddy’ sign I had made which was rolled up,  my phone, purse and bottle of water. I grabbed the keys to our Ford Ranger and rushed out of the house. 

I arrived at the airport at 11:45. I managed to find a place close to the arrivals lounge to park. I spotted ‘Ocres’ girlfriend, Jaimie, sitting in the red chairs of the arrivals lounge. I waved and walked over to her.

“Maddy look at you!” she exclaimed standing up to give me a hug. I hugged her back before sitting down next to her, “How are you?” she asked after she had made herself comorftable.

“Fat and hot” I said laughing, “Still have 12 weeks to go roughly” I rubbed my bump slightly.

“You know, rumour has it that Sy said he would never stop being deployed. You must be a special person as he’s chaging his job role” Jaimie said as I grabbed my sub roll out of my bed to eat. I had made Sy his favourite pasta to eat on the way home. I took a bite and wiped sauce off of my lip before replying.

“And now look at me, fat and horny” I replied laughing, “Pregnancy hormones are no joke”

“Well I’m not surprised you’re married to Captain Big Dick, I’d miss that too” Jaimie said laughing. I had forgotten that’s what they called him. His nickname also didn’t lie. His cock stood proud at about 10 inches when erect, it had a good girth to it too. Thinking of his cock did not make my horniness any better. Jaimie and I sat talking until my phone buzzed. It was a message from Sy.

Don’t think they’ll be staying on for long when I get you home darlin, my cock is already desperate to be inside you.

Who says I’m still wearing them? I replied smirking. Jaimie and I made our way to the arrivals gate and I pulled out the rolled up sign as we waited for our men to appear.

We only waited 10 or so minutes before we saw some soilders arrive and their significant others run up to each other. Jaimie then saw Ocre and ran up to him. Ocre pulled her into his enbraced before kissing her. They then walked over to me hand in hand.

“Maddy” Ocre said greeting me, “Congratulations” he said pulling me into a hug. “Sy hasn’t shut up about you or the baby. Quite sweet really, slightly irritating but mainly sweet” I lauged at Ocres comment. I caughte a glimpse of Sy out of the corner of my eye. He was dressed in his military gear which always made my knees go weak. As soon as he saw me he started to jog towards me, i jogged towards him and we met in an embrace where he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me firmly,  with his hands on my ass, I felt the faimiliar flutter in my chest of his kisses.

“God I missed you Darlin,” He whispered to me in his thick Texan accent.

"I missed you to bear" I said kissing him again. He put me down and then nealt down and kissed my tummy.

"Hey there dot, hows my little princess doing in there?" He asked my tummy before kissing it again. She did a little wiggle and Sy's face lit up, "that's amazing" he gasped looking up to my. By now my eyes were starting to leak salty tears.

"She wriggles alot" I said as Sy stood up and pulled me into his chest.

"I love you Darlin'" he said wiping the tears away with his thumbs' "You look so beautiful carrying my daughter" he kissed me tenderly.

"I love you too bear" I whispered into he lips before kissing him again. He threw his bag back over his shoulder and held hand as me made our was over to Ocre and Jaimie.

"Miss Williams" Sy said greeting her, "you look well"

"Call me Jaimie Sy, I am well thank you" she replied greeting him back. We stood and chatted for a little while before we decided to head off.

"Right, I'm off to get laid" Sy announced making me laugh and blush at the same time, "Remember what I said Ocre, put a ring on it. It the best thing you'll ever do"

"Roger captain" he replied, "Oh and dont poke your daughter in the eye with that dick of yours" Si flipped him off as we walked off.

"He's only jealous of my big dick" he started laughing, "You made my trousers very uncomfortable earlier with that picture of yours.

"That was the idea Captain" I said to him smirking, "by the way I've made you your favourite meal to have on the way home"

"Thank you darlin', you're my favourite meal though" he replied smirking.

We arrived at the car and Sy chucked his bags in the back before we both climbed in. I grabbed the food out of my bag for Sy and passed it to him before shoving my bag in the foot well of the car. Sy unbuttoned his military shirt and took it off revealing the white tshirt underneath which he quickly untucked from his trousers.

The drive home took half an hour and you could feel the sexual tension in the car. Sy would glance across at my breasts and shift uncomfortably in his seat which in itself make my pussy tingle.

Whe we arrived by home I grabbed my back before walking up the drive to open the door. Sy soon followed with his bags. Kal barked and ran up to us as we walked through the door. He saw Sy and jumped up at him.

"Hey boy" he exclaimed as he dropped his bags in the hallway and made a fuss over him, "Did you miss me? I missed you too"

I opened the back door for Kal to go out.

"Come on Kal, toilet" I called, he left Sy and ran out into the garden. Sy walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me placing his hands on my bump. He kisses my neck as he pulled me close. I could feel his already hard cock through his trousers. I rubbed myself up against his crotch earning a groan from him. I turned around and kissed him passionately, his hands travelled to my ass and he massaged each ass cheek.

"I need you Maddy" he groaned into the kiss.

"I know Sy, me too" I moaned back. Kal ran back inside and Sy quickly locked the back door before picking up up the same way he did in the airport, which caused me to squeal and he carried me up the stairs.

He booted our bedroom door open then pushed it shut so we wouldn't get disturbed by Kal. He placed me down gently on the bed before he pulled his tshirt off and climbed between my legs. He hitched my dress up to above my bump. He placed lots of soft tender kisses over my tummy.

"Fuck Maddy, you're so beautiful" he groaned as he rubbed his crotch to relieve some of the built up pressure in there. He quickly pulled my dress off leaving me in just my lacey underwear. "These have grown" he growled as he massaged my tits. I moaned and quickly propped myself up on some pillows as I can't lie on my back for very long.

Sy leant down and kissed me hard, he deepened the kiss by darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I groaned as he rubbed the outside of my thong with his thigh. His kisses made their way down my body and he stopped at just above the top of my thong. He swiftly removed my thong and kissed my mound. I groaned with pleasure. Sy slipped a finger into my cunt earning a moan from me. He harshly sucked on my clit causing me to gasp and moan. He slid another finger into me and started to finger fuck me quickly. He licked circles around my clit with brief sucks and nibbles that he knows drive me mad. I could already feel my release starting to build up. The familiar burn started in the bottom of my tummy, my legs started to quiver around Sy's head and my cunt started to clench on his fingers. Sy sensed this too as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

"Ohhhh fuuuuckk, Syyyyyyy" I moaned as I tumbled over the edge. I felt him smirk into my pussy as a moaned and convulsed under his touch. He finger fucked me until I came down from my high. He moved up me and kissed me. Our tongues fought for dominance, our teeth clashed in desperation of us wanting to feel complete again. Sy pulled away and rid me of shoes. He then stood at the end of the bed and stripped him self of his trousers, boxers and socks leaving him standing there naked. He'd gotten bigger since being away, obviously been working out more. His beautiful cock stood proud begging for attention so I shuffled down to the end of the bed and took it in my mouth.

"Arg Maddy" he groaned as I started to move my mouth up and down his cock. He laced his left hand through my hair and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat to let Sy's cock down. I swallowed against his cock causing him to buck his hips and groan at the same time.

Suddenly Sy pulled away. He wiped away the dribble and precum from my chin. Before kissing me and pushing me back down on the best the best he could without putting pressure on my bump.

"I was about to cum Darlin', lord knows I need to paint your walls with my seed. 6 months is too long" he growled into my ear, "get on all fours" he ordered as he flipped me onto my front. He knelt on the bed and lined himself with my entrance. Slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into my pussy.

"Oh Sy" I gasped as his cock stretched my pussy walls. He stilled briefly as I got used to the size of him again, "Sy please, move" I begged.

"As you wish Darlin'" he quickly unclipped my bra which I threw to the floor, before he started to thrust in and out of me. "Ohhh Maddy, I've missed this pretty little cunt of yours" he groaned behind me.

Sy fucked me quick and hard. The same way that got me pregnant. The new sensation of my heavy tits slapping my bump and my nipples brushing the comforter turned me on even more. Neither of us were going to last much longer. Sy's thrusts were becoming less paced and more erratic. My body started to convulse in his grasp.

"Cum with me Darlin'" he grunted as my cunt started to tighten around his cock. He smacked my ass my orgasm hit.

"Unnggggg Syyyyyy" I moaned my cun convulsed around his cock. I felt myself squirt around his cock and onto his stomach. I could hear my juices squleching around as he fucked me to his release.

"AARGHH MADDY!" He called as I felt him still inside me. I felt his cock throb against my g-spot

"FUCK" I shouted loudly still riding my orgasm. I squirted again as he involuntarily fucked his cum into me causing me to convulse in his grasp. He held he tight to stop my legs from given out as my orgasm shook my body. He hissed as my cunt milked the very last of his cum out of his now sensitive semi hard cock.

I rolled onto my side and lay there panting. Sy collapsed down on the bed next to me. I laughed as my breathing started to become more normal.

"What?" Sy asked pulling my close so I was using his chest as a pillow.

"Nothing, I just love you that's all" I said leaving a soft kiss on his nipple.

"I love you both too" he said kissing the top of my head and stroking the side of my bump, our baby. "I'm never leaving my two girls again, ever" he muttered into my hair. He pulled the thin sheet over us and I felt my eyelids go heavy. We both drifted off into a content afternoon sleep. I think we might knew we would be needing as much energy as we could now Sy is back.

[dark-and-twisty-01]

DiAngelo is the only survivor of the largest mass suicide on American soil. He found the bodies of his 39 friends lying with plastic bags over their heads, wearing neat black tracksuits with an 'Away Team' patch and Nike trainers. Now we discover why he was left behind...

It was midday when Rio DiAngelo arrived at the hilltop mansion overlooking San Diego to find all the windows closed, the curtains drawn, and outdoor lights burning in the sunshine. The front door was locked, but he found a side door ajar and warily pushed it open.

The unmistakable stench of death made him gag and he covered his face with his shirtsleeve, which still smelled of cologne from his morning shower. As he walked through the eerie silence, he knew what he would find. And he dreaded it. Upstairs, 39 of his friends lay dead in their beds after the largest mass suicide on American soil. All members of a bizarre cult, they had each downed a lethal cocktail of vodka, barbiturates and apple sauce to leave their 'earthly containers' and join an alien spaceship trailing the Hale-Bopp comet.Yelling out in case anyone was still alive, DiAngelo raced from room to room. But all he found were bodies with plastic bags over their heads. Each one wore a neat black tracksuit with an 'Away Team' patch and Nike trainers with their comet-trail trademark. The 21 women and 18 men had each packed a small bag for the journey, and have five dollars in their pocket. Thoughtful to the end, each had left a note saying. 'I forced myself to go into each room and check everyone,' said DiAngelo. 'With each body I came across, the loss became too much to bear. They were my closest friends. I loved them dearly.'

DiAngelo, who's real name is Richard Ford, became involved with the Heaven's Gate Cult in 1994 after attending one of their meetings in a California hotel or 'Cultifornia' as sceptics often call the state that spawned Charles Manson and the Reverend Jim Jones. He had listened while nine androgynous-looking members wearing identical loose clothes and cropped hair described their absolute belief in aliens, the paranormal, and reincarnation. One of them was 59 year old Thomas Nichols whose sister, Nichelle, played Star Trek's Lieutenant Uhura. Forbidden to have sex, hug each other, or even shake hands, the Heaven's Gate cultists concentrated on purifying their bodies and spirits ready for the move to 'an advanced level of being' on another planet or dimension. They called each other brother or sister, observed daily rituals, and were allowed to watch only selected TV programmes. Individual needs were minimised so that a member who had run out of deodorant, for example, would have to apply for a new one in writing.Anyone entering the immaculately clean mansion referred to as 'the temple' had to take off their shoes and wear surgical socks. Silence prevailed, and many of their neighbours assumed they were 'a bunch of monks.' In line with their belief that they had been sent to earth as angels, six members were castrated and, according to DiAngelo, 'they couldn't stop smiling and giggling about it.'

On some days, members had to report to their superiors every 12 minutes while on other days they were required to wear a cone on their heads as they would in alien bodies. Many common words were changed so that members would not remember their human past once they had ascended into space. For instance, house became 'craft' and kitchen became 'nutri-lab.' Their 65 year old leader Marshall Applewhite had started the cult in 1972 with Bonnie Nettles whom he had met while undergoing treatment for homosexuality in a psychiatric hospital. They had abandoned their human names and called themselves Guinea and Pig, then Bo and Peep, before finally settling on Do and Ti.Ti died of cancer in 1985, But Do, claiming he was Jesus reincarnated, said he continued to communicate with her. The group survived financially by running a successful web page design firm which they also used to try and win converts and spread their message. Their own website featured pictures of stars and nebulae downloaded from NASA and appeared very businesslike. It also stated that suicide is acceptable for cult members who want to ascent to 'a higher level of life.' Heaven's Gate shared some of the beliefs of 19th century occultists like novelist Mark Twain. In 1907, Twain wrote a short story about a hero leaving Earth for 'an extended excursion among the heavenly bodies' on the trail of a comet. He took his passport and five dollars for the fare. Despite their fantastic beliefs, DiAngelo was converted and lived in this eccentric community for nearly three years. I'd just turned forty and recently divorced and I was trying to find meaning in life,' he said. 'I'd had a fairly troubled past that included a violent, unstable mother and other bad relationships. The group shared my interest in UFOs, music and Eastern Religions.

But in, December 1995, Do's teaching took a more sinister turn and DiAngelo later recalled that he 'sat us all down and told us that we might have to leave our bodies behind. Amazingly, we didn't really have a problem with that. We trusted Do implicitly. 'We found a suicide recipe that used phenobarbital, vodka and apple sauce, and Do and some of his helpers went to Mexico to buy enough of the drug for the entire group.'  Eleven months later, an amateur astronomer took a photo of the Hale-Bopp comet, which showed a mysterious oval-shaped object trailing in its wake. Although NASA later described it a 'proto-comet' 2,000 miles behind Hale-Bopp, other astronomers dismissed the sighting as a hoax or error. Hale-Mary, as it was called, has not been seen since. Do, however, convinced his followers that it was a spaceship coming to take them away and that his deceased partner, Ti, was flying it. Seeing significance in everything, he told then that Hale-Bopp even had the same initials as Helena Blavatsky, another 19th century occultist with whom the group shared beliefs. Having decided on this 'Star-gate' plan, the group prepared to enjoy a final spree on Earth by spending some surplus money. They went to Las Vegas and stayed at the Stratosphere Hotel, and rode the rollercoaster and the Big Shot free-fall ride. A week later they went to see Star Wars and visited the San Diego wild animal park and Sea World. For their 'last supper,' they booked a table for 39 at a local restaurant where waiter Eric Morales was struck by their politeness and helpfulness. 'From the moment they arrived, all austerely dressed and looking the same, I knew this would be no ordinary shift,' he said. 'I made a joke to sort of set the mood and when I returned to their table five minutes later they were still laughing at it. You could tell they didn't get out a lot. 'All thirty nine ordered exactly the same: turkey pie, salad, blueberry cheesecake and iced tea. They were very pleasant, but guarded. When asked where they were from they said things like 'from the car' and 'from all over.' Six days later, employees at the restaurant watched news footage in amazement when they realised the oddball diners they had served had gone straight home and killed themselves. 'It was the last time they were going to be together,' said Morales. 'The bill came to three hundred and fifty one dollars which included a twenty six dollar tip. Our manager was so taken with them, he stood in the doorway and shook hands with each one as they left.' A month before the suicides, DiAngelo decided he wanted to leave the commune. He moved to Beverly Hills, and began working for a web design company. 'I left with Do's permission,' he said/. 'I told him I felt I had something to do outside...like a task. I think part of it was to explain to the world the philosophy of Heaven's Gate and the sort of people they were. Be an instrument of clarification. 'I believed Do was from another planet. He taught me to be more aware, honest and sensitive to the world. In short, a better person. What I gained from the group was phenomenal.

On March 27th, 1997, a parcel arrived at DiAngelo's office. It contained an upbeat farewell video and a message saying: 'By the time you read this we will have exited our bodies.' 'There was no mention of sadness or fear, but rather an air of excitement and anticipation. The cult he called 'his closest brothers and sisters' were aged between 26 and 72 and are believed to have died in three groups - 15 the first day, 15 the next, and nine on the third. In the heat of the Californian spring, many of the bodies had already begun to decompose by the time DiAngelo discovered them. Eager to be helpful, they cleaned up after each round of dying and had even taken out the rubbish. Police found handguns, rifles, and ammunition at the mansion which DiAngelo believed Marshall Applewhite had assembled because he feared a Waco-like siege by the FBI. He had also spent, $1,000 on an insurance policy that would pay out a million dollars each for up to 50 people in the event of abduction by aliens. The company said Heaven's Gate were one of 4,000 policyholders worldwide who had bought alien abduction insurance, with Britain and the USA being their biggest markets. The aftermath of the Heaven's Gate deaths was predictably prosaic. San Diego County planned to auction off their belongings - worth an estimated $1 million and give the proceeds to surviving family members. But  DiAngelo claimed that his brothers and sisters wanted him to inherit the web design firm and announced his intention of settling the matter in court. Neighbours living on the same street as the group campaigned to change it's name after crowds of 'strange visitors'  kept arriving to pray there. And the $1.6 million mansion itself proved unsellable because of it's gruesome associations and the obstinate smell of formaldehyde in its air conditioning. Two months after the suicide pact, two former members of Heaven's Gate also tried to 'exit their earthly vehicles' in a Holiday Inn four miles from the cult's mausoleum. They were dressed and prepared exactly the same as their departed brothers and sisters. One died immediately. The other was found unconscious, and went on to evangelise for the cult, touring the country with a 70-minute video of the bug-eyed Marshall Applewhite. He killed himself the following year in Heaven's Gate style after telling his friends that he would 'rather gamble on missing the bus this time than stay on this planet and risk losing my soul.' DiAngelo went on to apply the computer skills he had learned from Heaven's Gate to his earthly life. He auctioned off the cult's van on eBay and signed a deal to write a TV movie based on his experiences. But the project never got off the ground. A tabloid offered him $1 million for exclusive rights to his story. At the time he refused, preferring to preserve the dignity of his departed friends. Upon reflection, he later said he should have taken the money. 'I've been on a rollercoaster over the last decade,' he said in 2007. 'I still miss my friends so much and I still haven't met anyone who can compare to them. Not a day goes by that I don't think about them. 'I'm the last Heaven's Gate member on Earth, so there must be a reason why I'm still here. But although I still want to live like them, dying like them definitely isn't part of my plan.' DiAngelo re-established contact with his 19 year old son and confessed he was now 'a slave to commerce like everybody else.' Ten years on he was still haunted by the events of that terrible day, but relieved that he didn't join his friends in the mass suicide which shocked the world. The group's website is still maintained by two individuals allegedly surviving members who left after 12 years to get married (forbidden within the group which prized gender-free platonic relationships) prior to the group's exodus to the 'Next Evolutionary Level.' They confirmed in a statement on the 20th anniversary of the mass suicide that Heaven's Gate no longer existed but that the site remained available to those seeking information about their beliefs.

The world's fascination with the extraordinary actions Heaven's Gate undertook is yet to abate...

[6ftslytherin]

Another fic

Ismelda comes over, but Marie's family is weird.

(Trigger warning for bipobia.)

Marie was on pins and needles. She needed this to go well. Her and Ismelda had been dating since April. Sure. Ismelda had been over once before, but that was as a friend and she didn't have the chance to introduce her to her family. Now things were completely different. Marie would have to introduce them to each other. Unfortunately, her family was being their normal selfs at the moment.

"Guys, are you sure we need a cake?" Marie asked as she watched her parents put together a silver and black three layer cassata cake. "Oh qizi, we're just so excited for you! We didn't think you would have a partner until your mid twenties." her mother Regina said with a small dab of frosting on her cheek. "Marigold, you need to stop being so cute." her father Robert said before kissing the frosting away. "Robbie!" Regina put down the bag of frosting she had been using. She grabbed him and gave him a dip kiss.

"Yeah... Uh... Could you guys... Not be so... Touchy feely while Ismelda is here?" Marie asked as her parents seemed to be posing for a cheesy romance paperback. "What do you mean?" Regina asked while holding Robert's butt. "Ismelda is coming over as my girlfriend for the first time. You guys are used to doing this lovey dovey stuff but we've barely held hands. You're gonna freak her out!" Marie tried to calmly explain. She knew for a fact her and Ismelda had kissed three times, but telling her parents would just get them to want talk about it like school girls.

"I agree. You inherited your swooning powers from me. It's only natural that you would scare the poor girl." Said a handsome blond twenty-something that was reading The Daily Prophet with a cup of tea. Marie set her sight on him next. "And uh... grandpa Ford? I'm not going to ask you to take off the youth illusion, but could you at least not dress like a gigolo?" She asked. "It's not my fault the Italians make a great suit. It's also not my fault I make them look better." He said. Marie scratched at her own hair. "She's going to think we're insane." Marie quietly said. Then she noticed two missing elements.

"Where are Jimmy and Conan? Are they looking for frogs?" She asked. "Probably." Robert said. Marie scratched her hair more. "Why? We are having a guest over and you let them go play in the mud?" She asked. Regina had stopped kneading Robert's dough and walked over to Marie. She put her arms around her in a big hug. "Marie, everything is going to be alright. Flipping out is just going to make you stressed." Marie didn't like to be touched by anyone she wasn't close with. A tight hug from her mom was something that made her feel all warm inside.

Then her dad came over and picked them both up in a bear hug. Not that hard to do since Marie was chronically underweight and her mother was small. He was clearly sniffling. "My baby girl, going out into the world and finding a girlfriend of her own." He said with tears of joy in his eyes. Marie knew what was coming next. She was unable to protect herself from the coming attack. Robert gave Marie a bunch of stubbly kisses on her cheek. "Dad!" She loudly said as she felt her skin becoming irritated. "Could you at least shave before Ismelda gets here?" "I think he looks ruggedly handsome." Regina said.

"Do you need help?" Marie's blood went cold. She looked over to the doorway to see her girlfriend Ismelda. It was easy for Marie's pale skin to show blush. This time she could have been been mistaken for a ripe tomato. She was so embarrassed she didn't notice that her feet were back on the floor. Her legs felt like they had the bones removed. She tried to regain her composer and ignore the urge to chew on her hand.

"I-Is. I-I didn't k-k-know you were h-h-here yet." Marie said, cursing her nervous stutter. "Yeah. They let me in." Ismelda said pointing out the window. Marie was horrified to see her half naked brothers, coated in mud, heading to the outside showers. Marie just about fainted. Why did her brothers have to have such an interest in reptiles? Why did it have to rain last night? Why did her family have to be weirdos?

"Marie!" Marie snapped back to reality. Ismelda was slowly pulling Marie's hand from her mouth. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Ismelda asked. "Y-yeah. I'm fine. My family's j-just a bit m-m-much." Marie said. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see her parents looking worried. "Are you okay? Are you overwhelmed? Do you need to sit down?" Regina asked. Her father was holding a chair. Grandpa Ford was holding a glass of water.

Marie scratched her hair. Even if they were goofy, they cared. "I think she just needs to go to her room. I'll take her." Ismelda said as she lightly pulled Marie to the door. "Yeah. I think some privacy would be good." Marie said as she walked out the door with Ismelda.

They got to Marie's room. Ismelda closed the curtains as Marie flopped face first on her bed. She put a pillow over her head. Marie felt Ismelda rubbing her back. For some reason, Ismelda was one of the few people who's touch made Marie feel relaxed. Ismelda always managed to find just the right spot on her lower back. "You doin okay?" Ismelda asked. "Yeah..." Marie said through the pillow.

Marie turned her head for clearer speech. "I'm sorry for that..." "For what?" "My family. They're just like that." "At least your family cares about you. I don't think I've been hugged in years. At least not when my parents didn't need to look like they cared to other people." Marie remembered when she had gone to Ismelda's house. Her parents hadn't even looked up from what they had been doing when Ismelda introduced them. She had said without hesitation that Maire was her girlfriend. All that was said by her father was, "tell us when your done playing queer."

Marie couldn't believe what he had said, but Ismelda explained that they didn't believe she was bisexual. Her sister had been the one to find out first (read her dairy,) and told their parents. They demanded answers. When confronted about her newfound female attraction, she explained she liked men and women. Her parents assumed she was doing it for attention. Her sister however had started to make fun of her for being a lesbian. For some reason they couldn't understand she liked both. Now she keeps a hidden dairy and a decoy she 'hid.' Her real diary was in the form of puzzle box that turned into a book when solved. She was tired of people reading it.

When Marie told Ismelda both her parents were bi themselves she became very interested in meeting them. Must be nice to know older people with the same identity. Where was Marie going to find a middle aged lesbian? The only gay women she knew were her cousin Sabine and her friends. She couldn't consider them her elders in the non-heteronormative community.

Marie rolled on to her back, Ismelda's hand now resting on her lower abdomen. "I think I've calmed down enough." She said. "Good. Though, your cute when you panic. Not that you are panicking. I didn't mean it like that. But the little things you do." Ismelda said as she played with hem of Marie's shirt. Her face turned a bit pinker. "Like when your face gets all red and your ears do too." Marie thought about the same thing happening to Ismelda. Yeah. It was cute. Ismelda started to use her free hand to play with her hair. Also cute. Ismelda started to move in for a kiss.

The door opened, she froze. "Qizi, the cakes done." Regina said as she poked her head in. "Oh." She said, seeing her flushed daughter on the bed and her also flushed girlfriend who was holding the bottom of her shirt while leaning over her. Regina shut the door faster than she had opened it. "Well... When your done we can cut the cake. Internal condoms and dental dams are under the bathroom counter. Use the water based lube. Should be right next to them." She said on the other side of the door before audibly walking away.

At that point all Marie wanted to do was disappear. Her mother thought they were going to need contraceptives?! She appreciated the offer, but Marie did not need them! She put a pillow over her face and screamed. She heard laughing. "Did she think we're 'getting busy?' Oh my god! And you guys keep that stuff in stock?!" Ismelda said as she laughed so hard she was snorting. "Your family is insane, I love it!" Marie removed the pillow. She couldn't help but laugh as well. "Yeah, I love them too." She reached up and finish the kiss Ismelda had started.

"So what kind of cake?" Ismelda asked. "Cassata." "Any reason for that type?" Ismelda asked as she cupped Marie's face. "I might have said it's your favorite. It's their first time making it, so don't get upset if it's not up to your standard." Marie said. "Maybe I'll try the speciality next time. What would that be?" "That would be either kurabye cookies or shekerbura. My dad learned Azerbaijani cooking to impress my grandparents." "No idea what those are." "Kurabye are jam-" Marie was cut off by Ismelda saying, "Actually, I want it to be a surprise. In fact, I want a full course meal with only the finest cooking. Completely a surprise as well." "No problem, but we should probably get downstairs. Before my parents think we really are 'getting busy." "Can't wait to be formally introduced."

Bonus:

"We weren't doing anything." Marie said as she finished her last bite of cake. "I wasn't doing anything either, that's how you got here." Regina said before sipping her tea. "But we're both cis women. How would we conceive?" Marie said, setting down her fork. "Safe sex should be done regardless of what parts you and your partner have." Regina said. Marie groaned as she started to scratch at her hair.

[mickmarstookmyheart]

Family Tour pt 2

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is pretty worn-out. Some fluff moments at the beach, rehearsals and John being John?

"(Y/N)! Hey, are you even listening?" Vince asked when you barely said a word since he sat down to your table in the café of the hotel. You were supporting your head with your hand and stirring your coffee.

"What? Oh, sorry, Vinnie. What did you say?" You murmured.

"That I and the guys will go to a bar tonight so don't look for us. And what is going on with you? You look horrible."

"Thanks. You are being very kind, as always. I didn't expect anything else. And to answer to your outgoing tonight, I don't care, to be honest. At least, you will damage the rooms there and not here."

"You have serious problems, (Y/N). Go and have some sleep cause you look like who hasn't slept in 3 days." He was almost right. You slept an hour or two last night. And less the previous one. You had dark circles under your eyes and your eyes were crimson red. When you didn't react anything, Vince stood up and bend down next to you. "I'm worried about you. Take care." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek to assure you about what he said and left the café. You were happy that someone was worried about you, though this fact couldn't help your situation. The tour and the fact that John could appear at any time made you exhausted and worn-out. The constant worrying and stress just beat you.

You were reading the daily news and sipping your coffee when you heard a little yell. You lifted your head and saw Zoe and Mick, hand in hand approaching you. Zoe let Mick's hand and rushed to you as you spread your arms wide.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" You asked while picking her up and sat her on your knees. You rested your chin on her shoulders and filled your lungs with the scent of her hair and clothes. You smiled when she snuggled closer to you.

"Yes, mommy. And imagine I had a marvelous dream!" She said while she gesticulated.

"Really? And will you tell me?" You asked tickling her belly. In the meantime, Mick took the seat which Vince sat on before and was gazing at you and your daughter with pure love.

"No." She shook her head.

"And why not?"

"Daddy said that if I tell you then it won't happen. And I want this to happen." You raised an eyebrow to Mick who just shrugged but the corner of his mouth lifted.

"I see. Then I hope it will come true." You kissed the top of her head and hugged her tight. She was one of the reasons you didn't get mad. You tried to keep your promise to Mick that you won't neglect her, even it wasn't your intention on the first day. As Mick was peering you and Zoe, he noticed the small details of your look. He hated that you looked this bad, and he respected you the most. He somehow had a bad feeling though. You won't bear this long, even if you are a though person. Zoe's eyes lit up when Neil and Elizabeth appeared in the room, too, along with Heather and Tommy.

"Sorry, guys for disturbing." Heather started. "Just these two little troublemakers wanted to see Zoe. Is it a problem if I bring her with us?"

"You never disturb Heather. And I don't know what would I do without you, to be honest. And where are you going?"

"Just McDonald's to grab some food. Neil has been nagging me that he wants to eat burgers for two days." You just shook your head at the kid who just giggled. Your brows drew together.

"Would you mind if we join, too?"

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Heather, Tommy, and Vince's children were sitting in the backseat of the car while Mick drove and Zoe in your lap. Joan Jett's I Love Rock 'n' Roll was played on the radio, and you all sang along with it. Tommy's voice was pretty annoying but you laughed whenever he tried the high notes. Zoe played her air guitar earning a chuckle from Mick. You shared a look with him, he was happy that you spent some time with him and your daughter. Even if it was just a morning.

"There it is!" Neil screamed as he saw the restaurant. Mick drove in the drive-through and stopped by the window.

"Good morning, sir. What can I get you?" The lady asked preparing a note to jot down your order.

"Just a black coffee," Mick said earning a confused look from the worker and a big boo from you and the others. He was smirking but leaned out of the window to tell the rest of the order. When you got your food he didn't stop, instead, he jammed the car and headed towards the beach. The children yelled from the sudden speed but enjoyed every minute of it.

"Yes, dude!" Tommy screamed patting Mick's shoulder. When you arrived there you opened the back of the car and sat inside while consuming your food. Heather and Tommy sat on the top of the car watching the waves crashing the coast. It was a dazzling summer day with a vivid blue sky and a light breeze coming from the ocean. When the kids finished they ran down and started to build a fort from the sand. You leaned your head on Mick's shoulder as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You hummed and closed your eyes from the touch and intertwined your fingers.

"You know, I could get used to this pretty easily." Mick sighed. "Don't you think, Mrs. Mars?" He playfully pushed your shoulders with his.

"Me, too, Mr. Mars." You wanted nothing else than to stay there, watching the ocean, listening, and watching the kids playing around and staying this close to Mick. Though, you would happily leave out the moans from Tommy and Heather from the top of the car.

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However, you would stay much longer down the beach, the show must go on. Time for concerts, to prepare everything for everyone. To make sure the bands won't need to worry about anything, not that they were so stressed anytime.

"Hey, (Y/N), give me that bottle!" Nikki demanded. He looked fucked up, he was doing drugs as much as he could, not giving a damn about his well-being.

"Get it for yourself." Does using the word 'please' is this hard? You mumbled and kept filling in documents. The band just finished their rehearsal and it was time for Guns N Roses.

"Don't be this bitchy." Nikki grunted as he went backstage, probably to have a bump again.

"Don't listen to him," Vince noted as he jumped down from the stage next to you. 

"Anyway, you look much better. And thanks, for treating Neil and Elizabeth as if they were yours. I appreciate it."

"Well, I feel better. But it's only a matter of time until someone pisses me off. And anytime, Vinnie. They are great kids."

"You are great, (Y/N)." He said while he was walking backward, accidentally bumping into Axl.

"Watch where you are going." They shared a not so friendly look. They weren't fond of each other from the very beginning, but you couldn't recall why. What is just pride? Or the media? "Here is our favorite temporary manager," Axl smirked and pulled you a sideways hug until the rest of the band also turned up. Steven looked much better, luckily. Duff, Slash, and Izzy greeted you with a big smile as they walked on the stage and were ready to tune. In the morning you had to ask at least 10 times to start playing music for the other band whereas you didn't need to say a word.

"So have you decided what songs will you play?" You asked putting down your papers and sitting down on the ground.

"Of course. Here are the lyrics if you want." Axl handed you a pile of papers. 

"They are in that order, I think."

"Thank you so much. Then you can start if you want." You winked. The guys started with 'Welcome to the Jungle' which wasn't your favorite from them but you must add it was a pretty rad song. When it was time for 'Paradise City' you couldn't help but stand up, danced, and sang along with Axl. At the end of the song, you heard a light chuckle and someone clearing one's throat. You looked in the direction and saw Doc and John standing by the stage.

"Wow, (Y/N), I haven't seen you like this," John said. You folded your arms and tried to calm down. When he was approaching you along with Doc, your jaws tightened. "Hello, guys." He waved at the boys on the stage.

"Hey, man." Steve greeted your ex with a bit much happiness in his voice. Duff immediately elbowed him in the stomach to shut him up.

"Popcorn, he is the one who beat (Y/N). Don't be kind to him." He whispered in his ear.

"Then, not hello, you bastard." He mumbled while trying to breathe again. John lowered his head but you could see that he was smirking. This man creeped the hell out of you.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Your answer was a nod but didn't say a word.

"I think we are leaving. We don't want to disturb anything." Axl spoke up but John turned to him.

"Don't need to. Just wanted to say a few words to (Y/N)." He shoved his hands in his pockets while waiting for your reaction.

"Doc, can you please help the guys if they need anything?"

"Of course. And scream if you need anything." He patted your back and watched your steps until you were out of sight.

"So what is it?" You asked staying as far as possible.

"I just wanted to thank you. Again. I don't how you are doing this but it can't be easy for you."

"Well, I'm doing all these struggles for Zoe. Not for you and not even for me. My daughter's happiness is the most important to me. If it means to see you for a few times then let it be. Now go and visit her before I will drop you out with one of the guards." You tried to joke.

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"Joan Jett or Lita Ford?" Duff asked while taking a sip from his vodka. Both bands along with Heather, Vanity and you were sitting in a room backstage. Only a couple of minutes remained until the start of the concert. You were sitting in Mick's lap, his hands resting on your thighs.

"Lita," Nikki said earning a glare from Vanity. You chuckled cause you knew that once they dated in the early 80s. Your smile faded when Doc ranted in the room.

"Guns N Roses! It's time to go. Including you, little miss. No time for resting and laugh." Doc snapped with his usual attitude. You sighed as Mick pecked your lips and slapped on your thighs playfully.

"Don't hook up with some groupie while I'm gone!" You smirked and followed the other band before Doc closed the door.

"So, (Y/N)... " Slash walked back to you. "Joan Jett or Lita Ford?"

"I'm curious, too," Axl yelled.

"Come on, (Y/N)! Be honest." Duff added. It's easy to say.

"Don't tell us that you haven't even been with a girl." Slash laughed seeing your facial expression.

"Leave her alone!" Izzy spoke up. Sometimes you were thinking that how he and Mick looked and behaved alike.

"Maybe if you behave well, I will tell ya after the concert." You grinned and pushed the guitarist on the stage.

It was the band's first big tour and though most of the fans came to see Mötley you could see many transparent with the name of the band, the logo, and even the name of the members, mostly Axl's.

"Hello, kid," Doc said placing his hand on your shoulder. "Sorry to drag you out here. I just wanted to avoid them to piss you off. I know that you are quite moody nowadays."

"How kind is everyone nowadays." You hummed.

"I meant it. And I saw how much you got along with these guys." He gestured towards the stage just at the moment Axl looked at the both of you. He winked and kept singing the song. "I was wondering..."

"No. Thank you, Doc but no. Don't matter how much can they chase me to hell with their behavior, I won't ever leave them. They are my boys." You looked up at Doc.

"Alright. I won't push anything." He winked.

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"It was pretty rad, man!" Tommy yelled as he high-fived with another band who was just running down from the stage.

"Thanks, man," Steven said with a big smile.

"Thanks for preparing the crowd for the real concert." Vince laughed.

"Vinnie!" You snapped. "That wasn't nice."

"Don't bother, (Y/N). It doesn't worth it." Axl murmured sending the other singer death glares. You just shook your head how they can't tolerate each other. Mick arrived, too along with Nikki and Zoe sitting on the bassist's shoulders. "Hello, little one."

"Steven!" Zoe giggled as Nikki put her down on the ground.

"Betrayal. We haven't seen each other for 3 hours and the first person she wants is you." You chuckled folding your arms.

"It's not his fault that he looks this adorable," Duff added as he squeezed Steven's cheeks, making him blush. You held your hand over your mouth not to laugh, but seeing the other guys' looks it was pretty hard.

"Alright, guys. Let's go." Vince broke the awkward silence and ran on the stage.

"Break a leg! "You screamed before they were on the stage.

They guys played one or two songs before John appeared. He stood next to you but kept the distance.

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't really like those guys now but that doesn't mean I hate their songs, too." He chuckled.

"Sorry. I'm not at my very best nowadays." You murmured kicking in a stone.

"No worry. And I kinda get it. Being a manager for one band can be exhausted. Not to mention two bands. You are doing great." He stated while looking at you with a shy smile.

"Thank you." You answered.

"By the way, Zoe is pretty obsessed with the other band. Especially with that blondie guy with a cheerful smile."

"You mean Steven. And yes. She is quite a lucky fan." You snickered. "She always gets the attention she wants."

"I could imagine. She did the same at your office back in the days."

"Yeah." You smiled thinking back when Zoe came and all of your colleagues came and played with her. "But she feels home here, in this environment. She has quite a taste in music, too. She is a true rocker."

"I hoped so. Anyway, I wanted to ask something. Would you mind if I take Zoe with me for the night? I had my room in the same hotel as you. So she won't be far."

"Alright."

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"Be right back. I will just go and have a look on Zoe." You told Mick as you stood up from the couch in the hall of the hotel.

"Alright. Kiss her instead of me." He added.

"Sure." You headed towards the lift and press the button as you stepped in. There was no one in the hallway due to the time. It was almost 8 pm. When you arrived at the room you lightly knocked on the door. A few minutes later, John opened the door.

"Hey, (Y/N). What's up?"

"Sorry for disturbing. I just wanted to say goodnight to Zoe. Can I come in?" You asked.

"Of course." He invited you into the room and closed the door.

"Where is she?" You inquired when you looked around and couldn't find her.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). But you didn't make things easier." He said just before he hit you in the face so hard you collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness.

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[thetaurusgeminisystem]

A to Z 30 day Challenge “Hunkle Grunkle edition”

Day #1 – Age

Part 1 of 2

Ford & Winifred

 The early morning hours are no stranger to them because of the harm that comes from the unhealthy circadian rhythm. A rhythm that was forever rendered an anomaly in its self-due to the disease that most people currently knew as insomnia. Of course, neither party dared to acknowledge it, especially without some sort of wake-up juice.

It was an early winter morning aboard the Stan – O – War, a vessel that came from a childhood dream originally. The best part of this whole situation was that after forty odd years of pining after one another they were finally together. From the perspective of an outsider, someone could have guessed that these two had been married for those forty years, that was just how well they knew each other. They were in sync in a way that Stan would joke would be “Weird nerdy BS”.  

Winifred had been the first one out on the deck of the vessel this morning. She had been lying awake in her bunk since about 4:30 am but had not dared to get up because she feared of waking Ford up. Her reasoning for this was because Ford already didn’t get sleep as it was so she knew she would feel guilty for keeping her boyfriend awake over something dumb as a dream. When she tried to just ignore it and go back to sleep by cuddling up close to Ford again, it just wouldn’t leave her alone.

The dream made her begin to think about how much time her and Ford had lost over the thirty years apart, the dream was a replay of the fateful night when she had been dumb enough to try and save McGucket without something to anchor her into their dimension. It made her realize how much the two had grown and changed over the thirty years. The pit of regret being in stomach now because she was too old to bear her beloved any children, a problem that Stan and Raina might not face due to Raina’s strange alien anatomy.

“Fuck I wish I had told him sooner. Maybe our lives would be different.”

She mumbles to herself as she watches the calm ocean waves and other boats that went in and out of the Scottish port that they were currently in. She sat on the edge of deck, her legs dangling over the side and her arms slumped along the railing of the ship. These thoughts were also accompanied by something that happened the other night when she had gone with Raina and the boys to one of pubs. She saw a younger girl that kept trying to flirt with Ford when he went to bar to get them all a drink and it made her heart sink.

“Wouldn’t he be much happier with a younger beauty and not a grumpy old broad like me?”

She mumbled out again under her breath. It made her wonder what she could truly even offer Stanford at this age, she was beyond her prime and too old for much of anything really. She didn’t dare bring these feelings up with anyone because she didn’t want anyone to worry about her, especially not Ford. Ford had enough to worry about daily.

“Alright darling what’s eating you hm?” The familiar deep voice asked drawing her quickly out of her thoughts. Winifred blinked and then looked up to see Stanford standing next to her and holding out a cup of coffee to her.

Winifred took the mug thankfully in her glove covered hands. She decided to try and play dumb with him in the hopes that he would just forget about it. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about Stanford” she answered and then turned her gaze back out to the passing ships in the bay.

She had no such luck because Ford didn’t give up that easily. Though it was something that normally she loved about him, this was not one of those times. “Winifred don’t play dumb with me. I can tell something is wrong. First you aren’t acting like your normal self, you haven’t been since we went to the pub the other night. Second, you only call me Stanford when you’re angry or upset with me. Please darling, tell me what’s wrong” Ford begged and then he gently sat down on the deck of the vessel with her.

Winifred shivered a little as she felt her boyfriend’s comforting embrace wrap itself around her waist. Winifred sighed and then she finally found herself looking over at him. “I-It’s just well…while we were at the pub, I noticed this younger girl talking and basically flirting with you. It made me think that maybe I’m not good enough for you Ford. I can’t give you a kid like Raina can give Stan because I’m too old. I guess it just made wonder if maybe you’d be better off or happier with a girl that’s younger than me beca-“ Winifred was explaining, but was then cut off by Ford gently placing one of his larger fingers on her lips.

He was blushing a little, but he leaned forward and scooped her up into his lap so that now he was holding her. “Are you kidding me? I honestly didn’t realize she was flirting with me, I guess that explains why she was so willing to give me directions to our stake out spot…” Ford started causing Winifred to give him a flat look that looked unamused. “Anyway, what I was trying to say my darling is that even if she was flirting with me, I would have never taken her offer. She might have been younger, but she isn’t wiser or smarter. I love your beautiful mind and those beautiful eyes that look up at me with so much love. Winifred, I don’t care how old you are or even the fact that we may not be able to conceive biological children. I love you for who you are, I always have, and I always will” Ford says softly, one of his larger hands gently coming up to cup her chubby cheek and force her to look up at him.

Winifred sat and listened to him, her heart beginning to stutter a little and her eyes growing misty with unshed tears. “Y-you mean that my love?” She asks him shyly, her voice cracking a little to match her tears that were slipping out.

Ford gently leaned in and planted a meaningful kiss to her forehead and then held her close to him. “Of course, I mean that my darling. You mean the multiverse to me no matter how old you get. You’re my best girl and one of the only ones who can understand me…you’re the first girl who ever loved me back, fingers and all” He says softly and then he sets his mug down and emphasizes the “fingers and all” with the famous Pines family finger wiggle.

Winifred couldn’t help but giggle a little when he wiggled his fingers and then she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I love you to Ford, you mean the multiverse to me as well you know. Also, if I’m you’re best girl then you’re my best boy, always. You’re the first guy that has truly loved me for all that I am. At least you didn’t want to use me to pass your classes like a jerk” Winifred replies and mentions her first and only ex-boyfriend, Vic.

Ford instinctively pulled her closer to him as she mentioned the jerk that had humiliated her at homecoming in sophomore year. He promised himself that he wouldn’t allow any other man to cause harm to her like that ever again. “He didn’t deserve you. Besides you stole someone’s heart almost instantly from the moment he laid eyes on you” Ford replied and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Winifred smirked and rested her head gently against his. “Oh? I wonder who that is” She joked earning a deep rumbling chuckle from Ford.

Ford gently ran his free hand through her long silver hair, he relished how soft and yet strangely frizzy it felt in his fingers. “Oh, I think you know who he is. He loves you right now and he always will” He says softly, his tone meaningful to let Winifred know he meant it. He hoped that it would comfort her a little and ease her worries.

Winifred smiled warmly up at him now, her tears slowly disappearing with the brisk morning air around them. She gently set her coffee mug right next to his and then she wrapped her arms around his torso in a hug. “You promise?” she asks shyly.

Ford smiles down at her and continues to run his six digits through her flowy silver hair. “I promise my darling” He answers her and then he presses another gentle kiss to her forehead and just holds her close.

Ford found himself now looking out at the other ships that were going in and out of this port while he held her close. Winifred closed her eyes as she allowed the comforting warmth and smell that was her six fingered scientist to begin to lull her off to a relaxing morning stupor, after all, it would be another two hours before Stan and Raina woke up and another three before they had to catch the bus to their stake out sight.

When Ford heard her light snores, he chuckled again and rested his chin atop of her head. “Rest well my dear, I love you” He says softly and then he gazed back at the ocean, his thoughts drifting to the adventures that the two of them had been able to have in their past. Yes, they might be older, but Ford had hope that they would be able to still have adventures more to come in their future.

A/N: Hey there Gravity Falls Fans! So I decided that I wanted to showcase my OC’s for Ford and Stan. I figured one of the best ways to do that was to write some cute one shots based on writing prompts. So here I am with day 1 (though I know it’s a little late) of the A to Z 30 day challenge! I am also releasing a companion short of Stan and Raina for this particular prompt so stay tuned! I hope that you all enjoy! 

You can find the challenge here: https://uhmmmsweetie.tumblr.com/post/172330329580/30-day-otp-alphabet-challenge

It was created by @uhmmmsweetie

[wolfpawn]

I Hate you, I Love You, Chapter 44

Chapter Summary -  Danielle is finishing the paperwork from her job in Wales, while Tom is in London. A quick phone call alters those plans, but as Danielle makes to leave to be with Tom, she realises his weekend in Wales was not as low-key as they thought.

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“So, Friday?” Tom asked hopefully.

“No,” his stomach dropped. “Wednesday night.”

Tom frowned, “What?”

“Set is shut down since last Friday, we’re done,” Danielle informed him.

“You’re finished?”

“We are.” Her smile was clear through the phone. “I am free for all of Christmas and New Years now.”

“Have you any plans?”

Danielle giggled for a moment. “I have a lot of paperwork I am still working on, but other than that, walking Mac, a bit of training and probably eating far too much food, you?” she asked almost as though innocently, knowing full well his plans.

“I am hoping to spend time with friends, family and of course, spoil my gorgeous, sexy girlfriend.” Tom bit his lip as he mentioned her in the end.

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“I hope she thinks that.”

“And what will you be doing with this lucky girl?”

“Oh, well now, darling, that would be telling,” Tom smirked.

“You have no idea how much I want to go and see if you are all empty promises or are you talking the talk and walking the walk.” Danielle groaned.

“What about your paperwork?” tom asked.

“Is it mad to bring it, and then drive back here with it done before going home for Christmas?” Danielle wondered aloud. “Tom?” When he did not answer her for a moment, she got worried. “Tom?”

“Could you?”

“Could I what?”

“Could you take the paperwork with you?”

“Tom, I was joking, I have literally a minimum of three to five days worth of paperwork here, I would be no company to anyone.”

“But you set yourself hours, don’t you?”

“Yes, eight til eight, a few pee and coffee breaks and a lunch, that’s how I can tell it will take another three to five days.” She stated factually, as though it was a reason that made it clear as for why such a thing was only a ridiculous suggestion.

“I need to rehearse, you take the living room, and I take the sitting room,” he suggested excitedly. “I’ll make sure you have tea and food. You’re terrible at looking after yourself when you are busy.”

“Said the pot to the kettle,” She scoffed indignantly. “Tom…”

“Elle.” He retorted immediately, his excitement blatantly.

Danielle sighed and thought for a moment. “I would need to have this back to the office as soon as is humanly possible.”

“We’ll take the Jag,” Tom beamed, elated at seeing her again after another two weeks without each other. “It will take very little time that way.”

“The car we would use doesn’t matter, we wouldn’t be going over the speed limit regardless, so it would take just as long in mine.”

“I suppose no one would be looking for me in a Ford Focus.” Tom chuckled, “So, are you going to come up?”

“Can you come here?”

“I have to sign some paperwork and contracts and that here,” Tom stated, his tone downtrodden, sensing she would not come up to London.

There was another moment or two of silence before Danielle responded. “I guess I am going to have to say goodbye to the McLaren’s then.”

Tom’s stomach began to feel as though it was bubbling with anticipation. “Really?”

“Well, as long as I get this paperwork to the studio on time, I should be okay.”

“Should?”

“Well, by right, they like it done at the studio, but the production is over, I am doing this on my own time, so what can they do? It’s not like they can fire me after the job is over.” She commented.

“You’re not going to get in trouble, are you?”

“No, but if I do, I will just explain my horny boyfriend gave me an offer I could not refuse.” She laughed.

“I am a lover, not a fighter, darling.” Tom chuckled in response. “And I am most certainly not a gangster.”

“I don’t think you could pull off a gangster.”

“What?”

“Do you honestly think, you, Mr Eton education and well-spoken could pull off a soccer hooligan or something, Not. A. Chance.” Danielle scoffed.

“Darling, you will have to be punished for saying such things as that.”

“Now that role you can play.”

“What role?”

“The Jag commercial type role.”

“Does that role interest you, my dear?” he asked, a brow quirked at the idea of what Danielle may find interesting.

“Tom, they only said it was the ‘reckless speeding’ that got that ad cancelled so other men would not have to realise it was because it was at risk ruining marriages and relationships around Western Europe with women drooling at seeing you in that role.” Tom erupted in laughter at her comment. “You know it’s true.”

“Elle, I cannot wait to have you here so we can joke like this face to face and I can ravish you as you deserve for it.”

“I have to work,” she reminded him.

“We can have office working hours and couple hours.” He half-joked.

“I won’t hold my breath on that.” She laughed as she starting packing her suitcase. “I will see you in a few hours, I guess.” She smiled, looking at everything she had to fold and sort.

“I cannot express how much I am looking forward to it.” Tom smiled. “I will have something ready for dinner.”

“I will text when I get to that petrol station about an hour out from the city.”

“Pull in.”

“I am the ex-paramedic, there is no need to tell me to pull in, I have seen the shit that happens when idiots text while driving.” Danielle snapped, not meaning to come across as aggressively as she sounded.

“I know darling, I only want you to be safe,” Tom stated calmly, sensing that it was not her snapping at him for saying that, but at the idea of her even considering such a thing, since it was one of the things that truly boiled her blood. “I talk like that to everyone, because of you actually.”

Danielle inhaled deeply. “I didn’t mean to snap, I shouldn’t have, you didn’t deserve that, I just…”

“I get it, I do.” Tom sympathised, “Get packing, I will see you this evening.”

“See you this evening.” She smiled before she pressed the end call button and the line went dead.

Saying her goodbyes was simple yet sad for Danielle, the family that ran the B&B were lovely, quiet and so homely, she did not want to leave in some ways.

“You know where we are.” Clara McLaren smiled as she hugged Danielle goodbye. “And tell that lovely man of yours that we cannot wait to see him again, both of you.”

“Thank you for everything. I will tell him, and I promise we’ll return soon.”

“Good, it so hard to believe such a lovely man is a Hollywood celebrity, they are so demanding, and he is so charming and sweet.”

“Yes, Tom is a bit of a mould breaker,” Danielle smiled.

“You can tell these days with young people, what way they will turn out, well most of the time, the good and the bad, you two are two that are going to last.”

Danielle smiled, “We hope anyway.”

“It’s not hope that makes it work.” Walter dismissed. “Work is what makes it work. You’re a busy girl, he’s a busy man, that will test you, but if you bother to try, it should work out right for you.” He stated.

“I will make sure to remember that,” Danielle promised.

“Most young ones would say that and walk off without ever giving it another thought, but you, I think you will listen.” He smiled.

“Thank you both, for everything, I cannot tell you how great it’s been here.”

“Well, you know where we are.” Clara hugged her again.

“I promise, we’ll be back.”

“Well then, we’ll see you then.” They smiled, watching as Danielle walked to her car, putting her bag on the passenger seat and waving one last time before putting the key in the ignition.

“Hey, Danny?” Danielle groaned as she turned to see one of her now ex-workmates nearby. “You’re leaving?” He noticed her bags in the back.

“Yeah, I am heading to London, going to do the last of the paperwork there and bring everything back by the middle of next week.” He gave her an odd look. “Is there something you want to say, Evan?”

“That guy that was here the other week to see you.” Danielle’s heart pounded in her ears and chest, fearful. “He’s that actor that was dating Taylor Swift during the summer, wasn’t he?” she nodded slightly, too worried to speak, swallowing hard. Evan looked her up and down before pursing his lips slightly, making Danielle’s blood boil, since she knew what he was thinking. “You never said anything on set.”

“Because it’s no one’s business.” She replied bluntly.

“But you can get better jobs?”

“Why would I want to?” she frowned at him.

Evan looked at her as though she was mad. “You could work on big-budget Hollywood movies, not on little shows here in the middle of nowhere.”

“But I don’t want that.”

“You don’t want to work on big productions?”

“I do, but from working my way there myself. Not everyone in the world wants to get ahead by dirty means, Evan.” She growled.

Evan looked her up and down again, though the second time, he didn’t have the same look on his face. “Apparently not.” Danielle was somewhat worried by the smile on his face. “Fair dues, Danny, not everyone has your work ethic.” Danielle frowned. “As for your boyfriend, I’m not going to tell anyone.” He winked.

“I know I am tempting fate here, but why not?”

“None of my business.”

“If it’s none of your business, why even bring it up?”

“Curiosity,” he shrugged, “I spent about a week trying to figure out where I knew him from; it was wrecking my head, I just wanted to confirm it.”

“Well, thanks, Evan.” She smiled weakly.

“Have a nice Christmas Danny and safe journey.”

“You too,” she nodded, before getting her window up again and driving off, back towards London and Tom, hoping Evan truly had no intention of telling anyone of herself and Tom, knowing that the day would come it would happen anyway, so she could not worry too much about it.

[dazzlingfantasiesblogs]

Your Fault

Juice / Reader and Happy / Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Cheating, violence. I hate writing bad things with Juice, but honestly I could see it happening. Juice deserved better in the series we all know this!

Request:  Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where back in the day you dated juice, now you work at TM and y/n are interested in happy and juice gets a little jealous. Please and thank you.

The emotion bubbled through your system. Anger, Jealousy, sadness of losing someone you loved so deeply. Juice was from Queens and you where from Jersey originally. You spent three years of your life with that Mohawk having asshole. Walking in on him with some woman he met at a bar. You knew Juice was self destructive and so many times your tried to help him. Eventually he pushed you away aswell. 

“Y/N! So you got that Ford Fusion over there?” Happy called out. “Yeah, just changing the oil.” you yelled out undoing the bolt under the car. Three years had past since then and you now worked at Teller Morrow. A mechanics shop owned by Sons of Anarchy. You met Gemma at a fair, she immediately took a liking to your snappy comebacks and violent nature. 

Two months ago you ran into Juice. Unfortunately he happened to be a prospect at the time and was voted into the same club you worked for. Gosh how you hated when shit rolled around again. The club knew you two had history, but never knew the reason you two split up. Juice often tried to talk to you. Asking you how your day was and if you needed any help. You answered with a middle finger or a shove of a shoulder still pained by the image of him and the woman. 

“Shut up!” you slapped Happy on the side with the grease covered towel. “Watch it little girl or you might be doing my laundry.” “Over my dead body killer.” you retorted walking into the club house. Your work shirt tied around your waist. The black tank-top you wore showcasing some of your cleavage and newer tattoos you had gotten. Juice looked at the tattoos all over your arms and collar bones and noticed whos work it was. Happys. Only did he have such precise lines and steady shading. Meaning you spent much time out of the club with Happy as well.

Months passed by and you eventually relaxed more around Juice. Once in a great while you would have conversations with him during parties and during the work day when it was just you two. Juice noticed that you still kept him at least an arms length away. In his mind it hurt badly, because he still loved you very much. You on the other hand always hypnotized your self to never, ever go back with someone who cheated on you. 

“Quit being a bitch.” Happy groaned as you hogged the wrench he needed for the impala he was working on. “Quite being a douche.” you snorted, tightening a bolt for the transmission in the charger you had been working on for two days. Eventually the bolt was tightened to your liking. You handed the wrench over to Happy. Slowly lowering the car down, you hopped in the front and crossed your fingers it would start. The loud engine roared to life when you turned the key, right away. You got out of the car and jumped for joy doing a small victory dance since the engine sounded so clean. Happy chuckling at your victory. “Stop laughing killer.” smirking he challenged your nature. “Or what?” He got in your face slightly. “I am going to kick your ass..” He felt no threat from you what so ever, rolling his eyes. He turned around and you grabbed the rag from your back pocket. Grabbing one hand and then the other you twisted his hands around, having them tied. He looked at you shocked at how quickly you moved. “Holy shit...” his eyes wide from your impressive skill. “A girls gotta defend herself.” you let go of the towel as he rubbed his wrists. “I like you, your a spitfire.” Happy came up to you tilting your chin. 

A few days passed and you and Happy walked into the club getting another drink. It had been your twos daily routine. Usually Happy likes his space, but it never felt like you invaded it. More like you where a nice addition. Happy often felt the want to ask you out, but thought it would be wrong since you were an ex of his brother. 

Sitting down at the bar as you sipped your beer and had a cig, Happy asked the question everyone died to know. “Why did you two split up?” he looked at you over the beer he drank. “Honest version or the one that makes him look good?” Happy looked at you confused. “Honest.” he said sternly. “He cheated on me. I walked home one day after working fifteen hours at a shop. Opened the door and he had some skank bent over our bed.” you finished your beer setting it down. “He never seems like that kind of guy.” “Maybe not now, he has grown up. He has his demons and I have mine. I just walked out. I don’t makeup with cheaters. I look back at that and think if I could it again, would I? Truth is yes, because I learned a lot about myself from that.” Happy nodded seeing your honestly roll out. You where stubborn at heart, that was for damn sure. 

Later that night after you showered in Happys dorm and got dressed you walked out all fresh and clean. You refused to use anyone elses because it was disgustingly littered with trash and smelt of booze. Happy pulled you into his arm for a side hug as he talked to a few of his brothers from Nevada. You listened to the conversation for a bit and trailed off to go grab a beer. Juice had been nursing a bottle of Jack all night. Watching you closely as you made your way to the bar. Taking the shot of whiskey, Juice came up to you. “Lets dance..” He mumbled looking at you. “Your wasted Juice. No.” he watched as you walked back to Happys side. Both of you laughing at something the patch said. He seen the look you gave Happy, the same one you gave him once upon a time. Happy looked down at you with adoring eyes. Something a cold blooded killer should not posses in his opinion. His intoxication giving him the wrong view of his brother.

You leaned against Happy a bit for support, feeling slightly buzzed. His smell was intoxicating. He smelt of leather and aftershave. No wonder woman came around him all the time. Not to mention he was so handsome he made you take a double look every time he walked into the room. The feelings you had for him you where unsure if they where mutual. Intel it all went down. 

Walking to the bar you got some more whiskey. “So are you fucking him?!” Juice asked abruptly. “What?” you asked unsure where this was coming from. “I see the way you look at him..” “Shut the fuck up and go bury yourself in another slut.” Juice squinted at the remark. He went to grab your hand as you turned away and it was caught. “Leave her alone. Go sober up.” Happy was stern and quick to the point. “So what.. you going to sleep with her, and watch her go in the morning..” Juice chuckled a bit knowing the killers way with women. “No. I might sleep with her but I wouldn’t let her go. She is too special for that!” Happy growled at him. “Bull shit you would get bored. We all know you would.” “Juice.. I am warning you to go sober up..” you said quietly. Having enough respect for the two of you, even with him out of his mind. “How could you like him.. He is a killer!” Juice turned towards you. “So are you.” you said calmly. “Not like him.” Juice looked to Happy. “He may be a killer but so are you. Everyone in this club has spilled some sort of blood. Now go to bed!” you yelled at Juice.  Happy walked next to you grabbing your face in his hands pressing a kiss to your lips. “Juice, you cheated on the girl... Let her go.”

And he did. Eventually what happened that night turned out to define everything. You and Happy have been in a steady relationship. Juice and you eventually becoming good friends as he found someone else. It was his fault, but.. it was the best thing you could of asked for. To add a cherry on top of the cake, he asked you to be his “Best-Girl” on his wedding day. “Things happen for a reason.” you spoke to him with a smile as he married the new love of his life, tilting her vale back. You winked to Happy in the crowd. Smiling he winked back, thinking of your own future with him.

[gravity-what]

Falling into freezing water isn’t ideal

For some reason my first attempt at posting this went wrong and the ‘read more’ didn’t work so I’m just going to re-post it

And now I finally get to post this!!

This is my secret Santa gift for @wannabeagrunklefan !!

WARNING: Stancest

Content is SFW and consists of Ford taking care of Stan when he falls into freezing water. Multiple times…

Falling into freezing water isn’t ideal

“Go on without me.”

“Stanley please.”

“It’s too late, I’m done for sixer! Tell the kids I love them.”

“Stanley stop, you are being unre-”

“Tell Soos he can have the shack but he should probably keep out of the secret boarded up part of the attic where-”

“Okay now you are just being ridiculous.” Stanford sighed as he put the bowl of soup down that he had been trying to feed to Stanley. “Which, given everything you have said to me in the course of this conversation, is impressive.”

Stanley sniffled and glared at Ford from where he was bundled within an overabundance of blankets and propped up on a number of pillows. “Well you wouldn’t have to listen to it if you just whipped up some miracle cure. I know you have something on you somewhere. You just like making me suffer.”

Ford shook his head at that and didn’t have to try too hard to bite back a smile. Stanley truly did look miserable bundled up in his blankets on their bed with the radiator pulled as close as they could move it over to his side. Ford placed the soup down, a little precariously, on one of the shelves next to the, frankly too small for two grown men to share, bed and moved to crawl up next to him. Stanley glared at him as he did but his arms and legs were too bundled up to stop Ford from easily shifting them about so Stanley was pressed against Ford’s side, bundled in his arms now too as well as the blankets. He kissed softly at his forehead at Stanley sniffled and smiled softly down at him.

“I’m sorry Stanley. If you had an actual infection I would be able to do more. As it is, you’re just cold and warming you up too fast with something I invent would just make it worse.” He apologized, kissing at his forehead again “if you do get sick from this though I do have something I can give you but for now it’s blankets, warm soup, and me until that chill of yours is gone.”

Stanley grumbled at that but most of the fight had left him when Ford had taken him up in his arms. His eyes had even fluttered closed and he looked like he was closer to sleep then he had been since his accidental tumbled into the Arctic Ocean. Ford was tempted to try and keep him awake, to insist he eat the soup, but rescuing Stanley had taken a lot out of him too and he wasn’t as young as he used to be. Neither of them were.

He moved Stanley a little more so he could rest his head against his chest and leaned his own head back against the bed’s headboard, eyes slipping closed as he let sleep start to pull at him.

He tried not to snicker too much as the memory of Stanley trying to fight a very determined penguin for his hat surfaced in his mind just as sleep started to take him. Of all the ways Ford had imagined they might end up in some danger, a too-curious penguin and a smooth patch of ice hasn’t been it.

Ford wondered if the recording was as hilarious as experiencing It in real life.

—–

Ford woke up, blinking, to soft light falling across his face from the porthole next to the bed and the smell of freshly buried coffee. He blinked, rubbed hugs eyes only to hit the glasses he had forgotten to take off, and tried to put together where he was and why he was.

The bed sank, A cup of coffee was shoved into his hands, and a warm body scooted in next to him. Right, Stanley.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” He told him groggily as he brought the coffee up to his lips to sip. It was still near boiling and just how he liked it. “How are you feeling.”

In answer Stanley blew his nose loudly next to him before throwing the tissue on the shelf where he had shoved all the others, and picked up his own coffee, prepared far sweeter than Ford ever preferred. “I’m awake aren’t I?” Stan replied anyway with a grumble as he drank his own coffee “head feels like a balloon and I’m still aching but I can’t tell if it’s normal aching or ‘fell into ass-cold ice water’ aching.” He shifted, pressing closer to Ford.

Ford balanced his coffee in one hand and brought a hand up to run along Stanley’s forehead. He couldn’t feel a fever at least and Stanley didn’t seem to be shivering any more.

“I can give you something for the congestion.” Ford promised him, and left his hand drop. “And probably something for that aching too but I don’t want to start you down the path of daily pain medication.

“Gee sixer. Love you too.” Stanley grumbled, but there was no real heat to it, or maybe it was just hard to convey true annoyance with two clogged up noses.

Ford smiled and shifted to look out the window. It is still fall and so the sky is in a puerperal twilight that makes it impossible to tell exactly what time it is. Still, October will be over soon and the arctic will be forced into a darkness that wouldn’t end until the next spring. Ford was tempted, still, to stay up there longer to explore, even in the never ending night, but there were other anomalies to explore, closer to civilization, that they could buffer out the winter exploring.

Stanley continued to sniffle next to him.

“I’ve been thinking of heading down to Norway.” Ford finally says, conversationally as he drinks his coffee, “there is a small but persistent anomaly that keeps pinging from there. Could be fun.”

Stanley shifted at that but simply laid his head on Ford’s shoulder. He probably had a headache too from the congestion now that Ford thought about it. “Norway hu? Alright. At least I can get a decent drink there.”

Ford smiled.

————

The next time Stanley fell into the water was freezing North Sea in a near drunken stumble as he tried to hit on seals over a cliff edge as they were passing around the edge of Scotland.

“I told you those weren’t selkies” Ford complained as he brought Stanley some hearty stew from the pub they were currently renting the room above, just until Stanley started feeling a little better and could return to the colder boat. “They have smaller bodies then the ones you were yelling at and a more streamline build.” Ford insisted as he rose spoon up to Stanley’s mouth. Stanley glared at him angrily from where he was bundled up but obviously didn’t want to remove the blankets from around himself as he leaned forward to take a bite. He nearly coughed at the unexpected heat but managed to swallow it down so he didn’t spray soup everywhere before glaring again at Ford.

“Are you trying to kill me!? That stuff is boiling!” he complained, pulling the blankets closer so he could glare over them. Ford looked down at the soup before taking a bite himself and nearly choking before putting it aside. “Your right. Let’s…let that cool a while.” He mumbled, placing it on the bedside counter before standing up from the old wooden chair he had pulled to Stanley’s side.

“At least now we both have burnt tongues.” Stanley mumbled into his blanket as he shifted to lay down. Ford came back over after a moment with one of his new journals and a pen and started to sketch. Stanley turned to look at him, eyes half lidded as he did so, but soon the scratch-scratch-scratch of pen on paper pulled him down into sleep.

He was woken later, though it was hard to tell how much ‘later’ with the near perpetual night, by Ford shaking his shoulder lightly. “How are you feeling?” was asked softly as Stanley sat up with a groan, his back popping dangerously as he did so.

“Warmer.” he admitted reluctantly as he looked over to the small wood fireplace that Ford had built up sometime while he had slept. “How long was I out?”

“Only a few hours.” Ford reassured him as he picked up his abandoned journal and turned it so Stan could see the new entry. A picture of Stan falling into the ocean as he yelled at seals on one page and a picture of him sleeping bundled and sleeping in too many blankets on the next. The area in between was filled with the written account of the story and a small diagram was added to show the difference between selkies and normal seals.

Ford smiled at Stan over the book.

Stan threw a pillow at him.

————

The next time Stanley fell into freezing water was far more concerning than getting on the wrong side of a penguin or trying to hit on seals.

The next time involved a kelpie.

They had made their way to scotland after a while of exploring Norway and Ford had thought nothing of letting Stanley stretch his legs by going for a walk into the port-city they had landed in. Ford had needed time to finish off his entries into the journal and Stanley had been restless. There shouldn’t have been any harm. They had arrived in the mid-morning and the sun would be up for a while yet.

And then Stanley didn’t return.

Ford cursed himself for the way he last track of time as he worked and ran out of the boat. He nearly ran as he asked around the town for a man like him but there was little help to be had and Ford swore he would install a locating chip into Stanley’s hearing aids so he could find him in situations like this!

But find him he did: nearly too late as Stanley’s lips were already turning blue as he seemed to not realize the danger he was in. He was sitting on the edge of a outcropping of rocks, bare-feet dangling into the water and was more ice then not, as he chatted animabably with another old man sitting next to him doing similarly yet who seemed unaffected by the cold. Ford could only just see the hooves under the water but the duckweed in his hair was pretty obvious.

“Stanley!” Ford had called out, rushing forward to try and pull his brother away from the waters edge, only to startle the other man so badly that he transformed back into a horse right then and their, knocking Stanley from his perch as the Kelpie sprang away back into the water.

“I knew exactly what he was.” Stanley insisted much later that night as he sniffled in Ford’s hold. They were both bundled under the blankets at a local hotel as Ford had had to jump into the water to drag Stanley out.

It was also a small excuse for Ford to hold Stanley for an extended period of time but Stan would likely tease him if he admitted that so instead he leaned his head down to press a kiss to Stanley’s bare shoulder. Ford hadn’t brought a spare set of clothing when he had run from the boat and he wasn’t going to waste the time going all the way back to the boat on a Scottish winter dusk with a near frozen Stanley.

Besides, naked bodies were far better at spreading heat to one another.

“I just lost track of time.” Stanley went on with a huff, pressing back into Ford’s body at the kiss and Ford couldn’t help but wind his arms around him even tighter.

“You were in the freezing cold with your feet are in freezing water. That’s a little more than ‘losing track of time’” Ford mumbled against the back of Stanley’s neck. “How are your feet? Still numb?” He asked, truly worried that there might be something terribly wrong with them. He pushed his own feet forward between Stanley’s to check that they were warming up just in case Stan tried to lie.

“Their fine.” He insisted, shuffling back slightly to get more of Ford’s warmth. “Tingling.��� He added when Ford pinched his side for the lie. “But they’ll be fine. I’ve been through worse.” The last part was mumbled against Stanley’s pillow and Ford let out a low sigh. Both he and Stanley had been through much worse he knew but neither of them had been quite so old.

“Alright Stanley.” Ford mumbled as he held him a little tighter. “But I’ll be keeping an eye on them just in case.”

————-

The next time Stanley fell into water Ford pushed him in.

Stanley came up sputtering and glaring as Ford smiled down at him from their boat.

“Welcome to the Mediterranean Sea!” He told Stanley happily as he reached down to help pull him up. “Better than falling into the Arctic or north seas right?”

He was pushed into the water himself for that but he figured it was probably worth it.

[rantingwriter]

Scenario where the Uncrowned Kings come home to find their kid(s) and s/o created a pillow fort

(Tried to keep them the same length, but I got carried away with the last one. Oh well, enjoy!)

Teppei: Friday, the start of the weekend and a much needed break for old iron heart. His boss was even nice enough to let him go home early. His smile shines bright as he drives straight home and pushes open the front door. “Honey? Kids? I’m home!” He hears the cheers of his little ones and before he can blink they are attached to his legs. 

“How was work?” You smile and press a loving kiss to his lips. 

“Tiring, but I’m home now.” He sets his bag on the ground near the shoe wrack and picks up both kids. “And what have you three been up to?”

“We made a secret base!” His son proclaims proudly, his little girl smacking him in the arm.

“It’s not a secret anymore!” The two try to wrestle each other, but to no avail as Teppei keeps the two apart.

“Am I not allowed in the secret base?” He playfully pouts, his daughter quick to throw her arms around his neck.

“You can daddy, you just need the password!” 

“It’s pumpernickel,” his son whispers into his ear. 

“My idea,” you smile and direct the way to the ‘secret base’ which is a well made pillow fort. He sets the little tykes down and watches them crawl in to grant him access. 

“Password?” They ask in unison and he plays along with them. 

“Pumpernickel,” you giggle and repeat the word, the two of you crawl your way in. Well, more accurately you crawl in, he has to keep his legs out to lay comfortably in the slightly cramped fort. “Looks great, very soft,” the children giggle and start to talk at the same time about different things. Oh yeah, this is going to be a lovely break from the daily grind. 

Kotaro: He nearly face-plants on the floor as he finally enters the house. It’s weird for him to feel this exhausted, but training really wore him out today. He didn’t even have the energy to voice he is home. He trudges into the living room, to find a pile of pillows in the middle of the room. His curiosity gets the better of him as he crouches near the plush palace. “Anyone home?” 

“Dad!” A little hand shoots out between two pillows, he pokes it and makes the source giggle. “Hold on I’ll let you in, but shhh mom is napping.” A single cushion falls and he crawls in to the small fort. Sure enough you are on your side fast asleep. “Mama helped, but I did most of the building.” The small child puffs his chest out in pride. 

“Looks awesome, how about we have a little treat?” The small boy grins and carefully climbs out of the little structure. “Go ahead and pull the you-know-what out of the fridge.” The mini him runs off to pull the secret tub of ice cream from the freezer. It gives Kotaro a chance to press a warm kiss to your forehead. “He wore you out today, huh?” 

“Yep, but it’s fine.” You crack an eye open and smirk at your husband. “Now, what is this treat you two mentioned?” He sweatdrops and lets loose a breathy chuckle. 

“Come on, you were going to find it sooner or later.” He helps you out of the pile and walks into the kitchen to find your son stuffing his face with the frozen treat already. 

“That’s why he gets so hyper when I’m not around.” You lightly elbow the man next to you. 

“Would you like some?” He pulls two spoons, and you gladly take the second one. The three of you enjoying the sweet treat, while the young boy babbles on and on about his day.

Reo: The first thought in his head as he looks over the pile is ‘oh dear, what a mess’. He couldn’t find any rhyme or reason to the structure and he couldn’t find you or his daughter either. “I guess I better clean this up…”

“No!” A familiar shriek of protest hits the tall mans ears. A mischievous grin creeps up onto his face. 

“Since no one is here to stop me, I better start tearing this little fort down.” He pulls one pillow off the top, his daughter quick to stick her head through the opening it created. 

“I said no daddy!” She pouts as he snickers.

“Sorry Princess, I couldn’t resist playing the big, bad wolf.” He winks at her, the reference to her favorite bed time story is all it takes to change her tune.

“You aren’t doing it right, you have to huff and puff and blow the house down!” 

“Oh? So, I huff…” he breaths in, “and puff,” his chest puffs out. “And blow the house down!” He pushes it over and exhales at the same time.

“Hey!” You grunt as your daughter and her pillow fort falls full force onto you. 

“Oops, sorry dear…” Reo cringes as you sit up in the middle of the wreckage. 

“You are going to rebuild this,” you give your husband a small smirk. “It’s only fair Mr. Big Bad Wolf,” your daughter giggles gleefully at the continued reference to the age old story. 

“Up daddy up!” She holds her arms up and Reo obliges without a word. He holds the little girl up in the air, while you rise from the decimated fort. 

“If you two aren’t going to rebuild it, you are going to clean it up.” You poke his side and head into the kitchen for a drink. 

“Yes, dear.” He sets the little one down and she instantly picks up the cushions to set her little fort back up. A little mess of pillows is well worth the bright smile she wears. 

Nebuya: He knew the moment he stepped over the threshold, something was amiss. Three children has made him wary of silences, they are his kids after all they are naturally loud. He keeps his eyes peeled for traps and/or a mess that requires a great deal to clean. Instead he spots a massive, seriously massive, stack of pillows and cushions. Probably every pillow in the house if it has reached this size. “Oh? Sweetie, you are home early.” He turns to find you with a tray of snacks and water bottles. 

“What is that?” He points to the carefully, constructed pile. 

“The kids worked together to make a little fort, I didn’t have to help them at all.” You are rather proud of the results, “I was just grabbing them a little nourishment.” You approach the fort and click your tongue in a rhythmic fashion. 

“Proceed!” Three voices answer in near unison. A blanket pulled back for you to crawl inside. “Cookies!” Nebuya crouches down and revels the rather large interior. “Dad, come on in! It’s suppose to be boys only, but mom has the secret code.” You roll your eyes as you sip your water. 

“You boys made this?” He is still trying to wrap his head around the fact they are not destroying something. 

“Yup, my idea, those two did the floor and walls, I made the ceiling.” Your oldest proudly proclaims. The other two simply nod along, too busy with their cookies to protest their brothers story. 

“Good job,” Your husband chills in the doorway to avoid knocking his broad, physique into something. You smile and keep the fact you recommended the activity to yourself. The sight of the three working together on something creative is enough for you. 

“Now, time to wreck it!” The three suddenly cheer, your face falling in an instant as they kick the walls down. 

“That’s my boys,” Nebuya sighs as he pulls you out of the tumbling fortress. 

Hanamiya: He felt unusually grumpy today, maybe it was all the bullcrap at work, or the traffic that hindered his trek home. Whatever the reason, he was not in the mood to see the giant pile of cushions in the living room. “Alright, now lace the blanket through.” Your voice invades his ears as you direct his twin boys through the process of making a door. The giggles of his little girl fill the air around your instructions. 

“What the hell is all this?” You flinch at the tone he used, a small presence of venom in the question instantly sets you on edge. He is scary when he is mad.

“H-Hi Sweetie…” You stand slowly as your children peer out of the half made fort. “How was work?” 

“Awful,” his curt answer only strengthens the nervous feeling in your gut. He looks like he did back in high school when things didn’t go his way. He mellowed out back in college, but he still had those days where his harsh attitude prevailed over his usual calm. He never gets violent, but you hate it when he yells in front of the kids. Venting his frustrations mostly, his filter completely off when he does. He has never yelled at the kids, unless they needed a good scolding, and he always checks with you first to ensure he isn’t overreacting.   

“Dada, ford?” Your daughter toddles over to the grumpy man and stumbles on her own shaky feet. Her tiny hands catch on his slacks and you can’t stop the gasp that leaves your throat. He glares at the toddler and roughly picks her up, her fingers in her mouth as she stares into his smoldering gaze. His features quickly melt into a tired smile as he brings the small girl to his chest. He can’t stay mad, especially when his kids are in the equation. 

“Sure, I’ll help with the fort,” you hear the twins quietly cheer behind you as the fear slowly leaves your body. He sets the little one down and watches her crawl back into the fort in progress. 

“I’m going to talk to dad for a minute, we’ll be right back.” The twins simply nod and continue their work while their sister watches. You pull your husband into the kitchen, just out of earshot of the kids. “You alright?” He nods and pulls you in for a firm hug, his body leaning a great deal onto you for support. 

“Long day…” You rub his back and sigh in relief that he is back to normal. “I’m not cleaning that pile up though.” You chuckle and pull back enough to look at him.

“I know, mister grumpy pants,” he grunts as you snicker. “Just relax, I got it all under control.” 

“Good…sorry about earlier…” he mumbles his apology, knowing full well he shouldn’t have snapped at you. You stand on your toes and give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

“It’s alright, no harm done.” He scoffs and releases you from his embrace. 

“Please, you were scared sh-” You smack the top of his head with a wooden spoon. His attitude stowed instantly, with another apology. 

“Come on mom/dad!” The twins call for both of you to return and he can’t help the small smile, tugging at his lips. 

“Can’t keep them waiting…mister grumpy pants.” He chases you into the living room and half tackles you into the fort. Successfully destroying the entrance, they just finished. 

“Ugh, daaaaad,” the twins groan while small hands grab at your face. 

“I’ll fix it,” he sits up with one arm around your waist, muttering into your ear as you pick up your daughter. “We’ll continue this later,” he nips your ear playfully. His mood ten times better than it was minutes ago. Nothing like a little family time to turn that frown upside down. 

[hadarlaskey]

My Comfort Blanket Movie: Grosse Pointe Blank

There are some films you watch when you need a warm hug from a familiar source. There’s no new terrain to explore, no outside world, no alarms and no surprises – they are simply soothing. Since a global pandemic was declared on 11 March, daily life has become so strange that the solace offered by comfort blanket movies is enhanced. In this series, we want to celebrate them, in whatever form they take.

There’s cool, there’s supercool, and then there’s John Cusack and Minnie Driver in Grosse Pointe Blank. Him as Martin, a professional assassin with scruples; her as Debi, a local radio DJ with a penchant for ’80s alt-rock. For me, and I suspect for many others of my generation, they are the ultimate on-screen pairing – up there with Bogie and Bacall, Delon and Vitti, Ford and Fisher. Whenever I watch the film, I can’t help but fall in love with them all over again. They seduce me in that way that great movie stars do.

But their easy charm and scintillating chemistry isn’t the main reason why I love this film, or why I keep coming back to it. The reason I feel such a strong connection to Grosse Pointe Blank, and what qualifies it as a comfort blank movie, is that it reminds me of a simple truth about life, which is that nothing really changes. We may grow up, move away, get jobs, get married, have children, yet the ideas we form about ourselves at an early age remain constant. This is not to say that people are incapable of modifying their behaviour or bettering themselves; simply that at a certain point our personalities are shaped and become fixed. I’m different from how I was the first time I watched Grosse Pointe Blank (20 years older for starters), but I’m the same me.

Let me backtrack a second. I came to Grosse Pointe Blank relatively late, having been too young in 1997 to see it at the cinema. Every Sunday in my hometown there was a car boot sale not far from where we lived, and once a month we would go down and peruse the odd junk and occasional treasure cluttering the rows of folding tables and plastic crates. With the money I had saved from my paper round, I would make a beeline for a handful of sellers flogging second-hand VHS tapes, picking out the titles and cases that caught my eye. One Sunday morning, I parted with my hard-earned coin for a copy of Grosse Pointe Blank, not recognising the couple on the cover but immediately understanding that they were extremely cool.

The words ‘Grosse’, ‘Pointe’ and ‘Blank’ arranged in this way confused and compelled me. It was only upon viewing the film that I discovered the title refers to a city in America, where our sweethearts are reunited. Much later, I wondered if it was possibly a nod to John Boorman’s 1967 crime noir, Point Blank. Indeed, Martin Blank is in many ways a male anti-hero in the Lee Marvin mould: a trigger-happy, taciturn loner seeking reward and redemption, scorned by his own insouciance. Violent and self-destructive but attractive all the same.

There’s a moment in Grosse Pointe Blank where Martin says, “I’ve always felt very temporary about myself,” and I can relate to that, in that I’m not someone who is inclined to thinking too deeply about who I am, where I’ve come from, or where I’m going. The one thing Martin is firm on is his love for Debi, and even though he leaves it late to make a proper commitment to her, that’s all that counts. Even though a lot of time has passed, they still feel the same way about each other.

What I find so comforting about this film is the notion that for all the messes and mistakes we make, all the harm we do to each other, people are capable of immense empathy because we implicitly recognise the flaws and weaknesses that are wired into each and every one of us. For better and worse, people don’t change; if you truly care about someone then it doesn’t matter.

Grosse Pointe Blank also contains a brilliant critique of modern masculinity: specifically of the type of outwardly self-confident man who treats his penis like a weapon and freaks out when things get serious. It’s no coincidence that Martin’s way of dealing with the fear and insecurity that led him to abandon Debi on prom night is to become a literal gun for hire.

In truth, neither has moved on from those heady high school days. Despite now being in their late twenties, it seems as though Martin and Debi never graduated. They are trapped in a time capsule of their youth, circa 1986. That they pick up where they left off romantically is largely down to Debi’s maturity and emotional intelligence, but it’s plain to see that Martin’s betrayal has stunted her development too. It’s telling that she is still living in the same dead-end town, still at home (albeit temporarily), and earning a living playing songs almost exclusively from the same period as her traumatic jilting.

Grosse Pointe Blank is a film I’ve revisited sporadically over the years, usually with friends who share my fondness for The Specials and sophisticated ’90s rom-coms. The fourth time I saw it was on a stag do. (Suffice it to say it was the most wholesome activity on the day’s itinerary.) My former boss – the eligible bachelor of the hour – rented out what was then the Aubin & Wills cinema in Shoreditch and requested a copy of the film from the distributors to screen for the party. Amazingly, they sent not a DVD but a crisp 35mm print held over from its original theatrical run. So I finally got to see it on the big screen.

Watching it again on my own recently, it was intensely soothing to catch up with Cusack and Driver, not to mention Alan Arkin (as Martin’s beleaguered therapist), Joan Cusack (as his maniacal PA) and Dan Aykroyd (as his clownish frenemy). The deep cuts on the soundtrack, and how perfectly they’re matched to what’s happening on screen (The Jam’s ‘Absolute Beginners’ when Martin and Debi see each other for the first time in 10 years; The Burros’ ‘Little Luxuries’ when he enters her childhood bedroom), get me every time. But what struck me most was the feeling that no matter where we go or what we become, some things stay exactly the same. That’s just the way it’s meant to be.

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[novantinuum]

44, 48, and 34 for Ford?

34- Thoughts on privacy? 

I generally would consider Ford a pretty private person. I mean after all, he did build his house in the middle of the woods at the far edge of town! I don’t really have too many mind-blowingly important thoughts on this topic, haha.

44- Religion?

I’m fairly certain my HC for this pretty much follows what canon insinuates…?

But both Pines boys were definitely raised Jewish, and brought up within those religious customs. We know Stan had his bar mitzvah from the journal, so I’m certain we can assume Ford had one too. Probably had it at the same time. I HC that Ford never believed very strongly about the idea of a god as a kid one way or another, though. He just… felt he had better things to focus his time to. He went through with his bar mitzvah and the practice and service and effort required to take part in that more out of a sense of duty to his parents than any sort of personal convictions. 

While Ford was in college, he almost never went to synagogue, except for perhaps on a few major holidays because his mother called and asked him to, for her. (And maybe the one spring break he went home with Fiddleford he tagged along with his family to the local Catholic church or something.)

The closest he’s gotten to full-on, devotional worship was with Bill Cipher.

But of course, that’s a time of his life he’d love to forget. His experience with Bill Cipher essentially shattered his ability to trust in the concept of a god at all. In the multiverse he saw the same thing over and over again… powerful creatures that masqueraded as a deity to the lower lifeforms, in order to get some benefit out of them. It’s exactly what happened to him.

(Although he does have to admit, there is something about that “Axolotl” figure he keeps hearing about throughout a large portion of dimensions he’s been in that he can’t quite explain…)

48- How do they express love?

Ford expresses love in action and indirect words more often than in “I love you’s.”

His love and care for the kids shows in his encouragements, in his hugs and hair ruffles, and in his broader interactions. It shows in his day-long DD&MD marathons with Dipper, and his genuine excitement when Mabel gives him a brand new handmade sweater to try on. I’d like to believe Stan’s affectionate nicknames for the younger twins rubs off on Ford over time, and pretty soon he’s calling Mabel “pumpkin” and “sweetie” and Dipper “kiddo” too. Specifically for Ford, he uses “my boy” and “my girl” as affectionate ways to refer to the kids sometimes.

Ford’s love for Stan is expressed through his laughter- when Stan tells old funny stories- and through simple things, like an arm slung around his shoulder, a pot of coffee brewed specially for him in the morning, and even in the time they spend quiet but side-by-side, working on their own things. Whenever either of them remanence about their childhood that love is bound to come out as well. Sometimes while Stan is taking care of daily duties on their ship, he catches Ford watching him with a soft smile- as if simply happy that they’re here finally living out their childhood dream- and can feel that affection just pouring from him. 

With Fiddleford, when they finally reconnect, Ford makes sure to take time to truly listen to his old friend. This is perhaps one of the greatest forms of love to be shown in Fiddleford’s view, who’d spent practically the past three decades getting ignored by everyone else.

(Headcanon ask meme)

[thecitysorrowbuilt]

Wind Chaser

Sally was a waitress. Well. Most of the time. The rest of the time she just was. A waitress is a kind of person who pretends to be nice and hospitable so that maybe individuals will allow them to make minimum wage. When she was a waitress she existed at a place called ‘Diner’ that was a couple of blocks away so she could bike there. Sally wasn’t allowed to drive anymore.

Sally was smoking a cigarette out behind Diner when Joey drove up. Cigarettes are a kind of way of dying, but they take a long time and don’t always work. “Hey Doc.” he said. That wasn’t her name, but a lot of people from school called her that. It was originally mean but she didn’t care anymore. “Hey Joe.” she said back. Joey sat next to her and held out his hand expectanctly. Sally handed him a cigarette and rummaged in her apron pocket until she found her lighter. Her lighter was a regular Bic lighter, but she had doodled on it one day so it now had two and one half completed flowers in sharpie. Joey looked at Sally and sucked in the corner of his cheek. He had a patchy beard and sunken cheeks. His hair was greasy. Sometimes Sally thought he was the only boy she’d ever love. “You gotta get out of this place Doc. You’re so much better than just waiting.” Sally nodded. She didn’t disagree. “I’m just working here until my aunt can set me up at her office.” Sallys aunt was a secretary at a small real estate office. In America, the country they all lived in, the proximity to money is considered more desirable than the actual possession. This made Sallys aunt a very lucky woman. Joey took a drag and nodded thoughtfully. He turned to Sally and tried to kiss her. Sally turned away and rolled her lips. “I’m not using, right now.” Joey said helpfully. Sally turned back to look at him. Sally had a hard time trusting men. Men are a kind of people primarily motivated by lust for sex or greed for power. Without fail every man in Sally’s life had let her down. So had most of the women, but they had faired slightly better. “I’d better get back to work Joe.” Sally crushed her cigarette butt under her Payless sneaker and went back inside.

Sally felt pretty warm underneath her stack of blankets. Except her toes. Her toes never got all the way warm. Sally lived in a place without heat, because her landlord was still doing 'renovations’. A landlord is a type of person who can decide if another person gets to be homeless or not. Sally had just correctly guessed the Daily Double when she heard a knock. She unhappily climbed out from under her blankets and walked to the door. When she opened it with the chain still hooked, Joey was standing outside, half smiling. “Hey Doc,” he said. “Wanna hang out?” Sally let him in.

Sally and Joey sat in her living room and watching old vhs’s. A VHS is a kind of mechanism for holding video that people don’t like anymore. Sally laughed into her whiskey and diet coke when Joey did his impression of her coworker from Diner. Joey had worked there for a while before he moved on to Better Things. Sally laughed again when Joey told a story about something him and his friends had done. It wasn’t really very funny, but she wanted him to feel funny and stuff. It kinda went like this. “Okay okay, so you’ll never believe the shit me and the guys got up to the other night. So Levi and Adam and I are driving around, soooo fucked up, and we end up in the city right? Like just by accident. So we’re walking around and we’re crossing this bridge, and we find a bike! Just like chilling on the sidewalk on the bridge, so the guys are like what do we do? So then Adam says, dude, let’s like toss it down onto the road down there. So we did!” Sally thought as a bike rider this was a pretty mean thing to do, but she thought Joey would grow out of it. Sally and Joey watched movies for a while, then somehow they ended up in bed again. Sally always hoped this would happen then was mad at herself when it did. It was a vicious cycle.

The next morning they climbed up on her roof and threw empty beer bottles at squirrels and Sally laughed and hugged Joeys arm when he whistled tunes he had made up. Joey could play piano by ear and had perfect pitch. Sally kissed Joey when she left for work, but as she drove there she felt sadder. When she came home he was gone again. He always was. Two weeks later Joey came and saw Sally at work. “Hey Doc.” “Hey Joe.” “So I’m engaged now.” “That’s great. I’m so happy for you.” Months passed.

Sally moved to a nicer shitty rental home. Joey moved in with his Fiancee up the street. A rental home is a place to live where all the money spent goes into being allowed to live there and no part ever goes into owning anything. Sally came home from work one day and found a 92 Ford Focus bending the pleasant cherry tree in her front yard. Sally diligently investigated her house and found one of her windows busted inward. Against her better judgement she went inside and found Joey lying in the floor of her office room. He looked up at her with great effort when she came in. His pupils were huge and his face looked bruised and purple. “Doc. Fix me.” Sally dragged him to her couch and brought him water. He convulsed intermittently, along with the crying and mumbling she had seen before. She sat with his head in her lap and ran her fingers through his hair while he sobbed. Sally thought about sobbing but just stared straight ahead at the wallpaper. Wallpaper is a kind of wall covering people used to like but don’t anymore. Hers had lines of flowers on it of varying sizes, and sometimes Sally thought they were screaming at her to slice them up. That would take her security deposit though.

Later that night Sally put on her work face and stomped through the neighborhood. She stopped in front of Joeys house and pounded on the door. A small rail thin woman answered, her dirty blonde hair hanging raggedly and her cheek bruised. When Sally saw her she fell on her knees and cried hysterically. She spent the next hour with her head in the woman’s lap crying while her host cooed soothing things like 'it’s okay sweetie’ and 'I’m here darling’. When she finally got home she woke up Joey and turned him out. He dutifully climbed into his car’s backseat to finish out the night. Sally climbed under her big bunch of blankets and cried some more.