#i was just job searching for my gf to see if i could find something better paying and literally it sent me into a rage

[800-dick-pics]

i hate when ppl give financial advice without knowing who the PERSON is, like there is not hustle and saving my way out of poverty my brain cannot work like that!!!

I know THREEE autistic people who have jobs that arent sex work, FUCKIN THREE!!! And i know that 1. all of them are burnt tf out and self medicate to cope with the dumbass social dance! 2. if they didnt work them, their partner(s), dogs/cats WILL STARVE AND BE HOMELESS, and 3. ALL OF THEM ARE STILL POOR! MY FRIENDS AND GIRLFRIEND WHO WORK ARE UNDER EMPLOYED, UNDERVALUED, UNDER PAID!!!!

my girlfriend works a very dangerous job with heavy machinery, and gets paid shit for it! I cant work bc of the mental and physical disability combo! and EVERYONE i love and know is autistic and literally are BARELY HOLDING TF ON!!!!

there is no type of financial advice that is going to dig me/autistic people out of fucking poverty!!!! SOME PEOPLE SHOULD JUST NOT HAVE TO WORK AND THAT SHOULD BE OK!!!!

If you reblog youre an asshole!

[aliaology]

OBSESSED

SUMMARY: you and jack had been dating for around nine months now, and recently his ex has been coming back around. this causes you to go on a social media stalking rampage, and soon you become a little obsessed with her.

PAIRINGS: jack hughes x fem!reader

WARNINGS: social media stalking, shit talking exes, use of jenna and nicole (nicole is a real person tho!!! bratters gf), use of (y/n)

if i told you how much i think about her, you’d think i was in love. and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures, you would we’re best friends.

It wasn’t hard to figure out who jack’s ex was. The way he seemed to barely look her way when one of his teammates brought up the fact she was at the game. Instead of sporting a devils jersey, like she used to, she was wearing a rangers jersey, and holding a sign for a rangers player.

it also wasn’t hard to immediately become jealous of her when jack’s teammates talked about how she used to always show up to games. it almost made you feel.. belittled. especially because you had a job, you couldn’t always make jacks games, but he understood that.

by the time the game ended and you sat on a bench, waiting for jack, you’d already find yourself scrolling through her instagram. you looked at every picture, how she was such a pretty blonde. short, tan, blonde, the stereotypical puck bunny. but she knew puck.

for the next fifteen minutes— she stayed on your mind.

‘cause i know her star sign, i know her blood type, i’ve seen every movie she’s been in and god she’s beautiful. i know you loved her, and i know i’m butt hurt— but i can’t help it, no i cant help it.

of course as soon as you and jack got home, you began to search her up online. so invested in your research, when you and jack ‘went to bed,’ you carefully snuck out of the man’s arms and back to your laptop.

she was an actress, of course she was an actress. she starred in a few movies, she was amazing. you bit your nail before quickly exiting the tabs as you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps.

“baby what are you doing up? it’s 12:44, come back to bed.” he spoke, hand rubbing his eyes.

you stood up from the stool and walked over to him, your body pressing against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

“sorry love, i was just finishing up work.” you lied.

jack just hummed and the two of you went back to your bedroom. your mind began to cloud with thoughts, thoughts of her and jack. did jack treat her the exact same way he treated you? was anything special or was it shared? you know he loved her at one point, but now he loved you, so why stay butt hurt?

i’m so obsessed with your ex, uh huh. i know she’s been asleep on my side of your bed, and i can feel it. i’m staring at her, like i wanna get hurt. and i remember every detail you have ever told me, so be careful baby. IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX!

it was the second game against the rangers, this time and away game. the blonde was sat in the regular stands while you were in the WAGs suite. you could see her from where you sat, and your eyes burned holes in the back of her head.

thats the woman who had jacks heart before you, the woman who slept on your side of the bed, the woman who cheated on him twice. oh you knew a lot— especially from what jack told you.

“she cheated on me with some guy on the rangers— a real work of art, both of them.” jack told you.

you didn’t realize you were zoning out until nicole, one of the other WAGs, placed a hand on your shoulder.

“you alright there lovie? you seem to be staring at something down there a little too hard.” she asked.

your eyes flickered to her. “yeah im fine— just zoned out. when i get too excited it happens.”

nicole smiled. “well— hopefully our boys can kick the rangers ass. im tired of jenna constantly texting me to rub it in my face that we lost. im not even her friend.”

jenna was jacks ex. that was her name, jenna. she was still texting some of the devils girls? even after everything? you almost laughed, but instead you out on a confused look.

“jenna?” you pretended not to know her.

“oh shes jacks ex— we can’t stand her, especially after what she did to the boy.” nicole told you.

good to know.

she’s got those lips, she’s got those hips, the life of every fuckin’ party. she’s talented, she’s good with kids, she even speaks kindly about me..

the devils won, which called for a celebration in some random club. even though you were still in new york, people congratulated the team on the win. maybe they hated the rangers too, or they were islander fans. you didn’t really expect some of the rangers to show up though, and especially not jenna.

her lips popped with the bright red lip stick she adorned. her hips swayed with every step she took in that mini silver dress. in that moment, she became the life of the party. in that moment, you felt your hands wrap around your body.

that didn’t last for long though, especially not when jack was there. his body pressed against yours as you both danced to the music. his hands gripping your waist, your arms slung around his neck. the sloppy kisses he pressed to your jaw. you had this, she didn’t.

but she had to ruin it. “wow you are so pretty!” her voice rang out. this caused jack to slowly, irritatedly pull away. your hands fell down to his arms as the smile on your face slowly turned fake.

“oh thank you.. uh do i know you?” jacks hand squeezed your waist.

jenna gave a look to jack, which you caught, before looking back at you. “one of jacks exes. you are?” she spoke.

“his girlfriend.”

and i know you love me, and i know it’s crazy.. but every time you call my name, i think you mistake me for her. you both have moved on, you don’t even talk. but i can’t help it, i got issues, i can’t help it baby.

“(y/n), baby?” jacks voice rang through the apartment. your body tensed slightly as his voice, scared that maybe he said the wrong name and that maybe you were just another jenna.

“(y/n)? have you seen my shirt?” he spoke loudly.

you sighed through your nose, “which one?”

jacks footsteps padded on the floor. you hid a smile as you sat at the kitchen island. you expected him to speak, but instead his arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to let out a laugh.

“well it seems to be right here, isn’t that right?” he pinched at the fabric that draped over your body.

you feigned a look of innocence. “oh, you meant this one?” you smiled.

“when did you put this one on, pretty girl?” he asked you.

“it was the first shirt i found this morning. i dont find it to be too endearing walking around naked.”

jacks lips met the side of your neck, as his hands ran up and under his shirt that you wore. “mm, i dont know, i think that would be pretty nice.”

you let out a laugh as your hand reached back to play with his hair. “and let some random people see me? no thank you.”

“i guess you’re right, wouldn’t want anyone to see whats for my eyes only.” he spoke.

you hummed, feeling his kisses move to your jaw and become sloppier. “lets take this shirt off you, shall we?”

your thoughts disappeared as he dragged you to your room. there was no way he didn’t love you, not after the way he just worshipped you. oh no, he was yours, but his ex was still someone who made you worry.

is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? do you think about her? no, im fine, it doesn’t matter tell me, is she easy-going? never controlling? well-traveled? well read? oh god, she makes me so upset! im so obsessed with your ex!

as jack left for practice, you couldn’t help but wonder about his ex. the last few questions that ran through your mind. she wasn’t friends with nicole or any of the girls, but what about his friends? her and trevor followed each other, same with her and cole.

does jack think about her often? last night at the club she seemed to piss him off by coming up to you both, maybe thats all? maybe he thinks about how much he hates her? or maybe he misses her— oh god was she good in bed?

was she easy-going? you were easy-going. so who cared. never controlling? you werent that controlling, the only thing you didnt want jack doing was liking random models pictures, and that was a set boundary because he said the same thing about random male models or hockey players (besides friends of course— for the both of you).

god jenna barely did anything to you and she made you so upset. pissed— frustrated, made you wanna pull your hair out.

you were obsessed.

im unable to tag everyone!

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[mustainegf]

hii! could u maybe write something about reader (james' gf) finding out about the '92 montreal incident so she gets worried and goes as fast as she can to see James and like takes care of him and stuff. sorry if it sounds weird 😭

NO WAY DUDE HOW DID YOU KNOW I ALREADY HAD THIS WRITTEN!?????

𝐔𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ¹⁹⁹²

The weak backstage lights produced lengthy shadows on the Montreal Forum's walls. The air was alive with expectation and the unmistakable excitement that only a Metallica concert could provide.

I stood there, clutching my laminated pass, my pulse pounding with anticipation and pride. James, my James, was ready to take the stage. I could hear the audience yell, their voices blending.

From my vantage point, I could see the band ready to perform. Lars was stretching and stretching up his arms. Kirk was doing a last minute guitar tune up. And there was James, my beautiful soon to be husband, strapping on his gorgeous double necked guitar.

He caught my glance and offered me that wide grin that made my heart weak. I smiled back, full of pride.

The lights went out, and the noise of the crowd grew. The first beautiful notes of "Fade to Black" flooded the air, bringing the stage to life. I was spellbound as James and kirk controlled the audience. They had the in their palms, just as Kirk was finishing the intro solo.

A sudden flash exploded on stage, followed by a loud boom. Pyro went off in a wild burst, dangerously close to James. His guitar fell quiet, and the audience shifted to a collective cry of confusion. My heart stopped as I frantically searched the stage for him, but he had vanished from view.

"James!" I screamed but my voice became lost in the chaos. Crew members raced forward, and I tried to push through them, thinking only on reaching my poor James. "James! Where is he? What happened?"

"Miss, you need to stay back!" A crew member grabbed my arm and attempted to keep me in place, but I struggled against him, my eyes wide with panic.

"Let me go! I need to see him!" I sobbed, but they weren't going to let me pass. Then, among the bustle, I caught a sight of him.

My heart shattered at the sight. James stumbled up, his body twitching in anguish. His arm, hand, leg, and half of his face were all severely burnt. The flames had licked his flesh, causing furious, crimson blisters. My lungs ceased.

The paramedics arrived immediately, their faces grim. They set him onto a stretcher, and I tried to remain by his side, tears rushing down my cheeks.

"I'm coming with him!" I yelled, unwilling to let them take him without me. They nodded, too preoccupied by their pressing job to argue me.

In the ambulance, I grasped his unharmed hand, my fingers quivering. "I'm here, James. I'm right here," I said, trying to maintain my voice despite the panic. He gazed up at me, his eyes full with pain, clawing at my heart.

"It’s bad," he said, his voice breaking. "It hurts… fuck…"

"I know, sweetheart. I know. Juat hold on. You're so strong. You're gonna be fine," I said quietly, pushing his hair away from his sweat soaked forehead. Every second felt like an hour as the ambulance sped to the hospital.

When we finally arrived, the medical crew brought James into the ER, and I followed, without letting go of his hand. "Please, help him," I begged the doctors as my voice clogged with tears.

"We're doing everything we can," one of them informed me as they began working on him, cleaning up the burns and providing pain medication. James tightened his teeth, so hard I could practically hear them creak, his body straining with the severe pain.

"You're so brave, James. You're doing so good," I said, my voice soft and soothing. "Keep holding on. I'm right here with you." He grasped my fingers weakly, his eyes fluttering open to see mine.

"Don't leave me," he said in a hushed and tired whisper.

"Never," I vowed, my heart hurting for him. "I'm not going anywhere." The hours went by in a flurry of medical procedures and murmured words.

James slipped in and out of consciousness, his body unable to cope with the agony.

I never left his side. I held his hand, ran my fingers through his hair, and whispered love. "You're so strong, James. You're gonna get through this. I love you so much," I said softly, tears cascading down my face

They wrapped his burns in bandages and gave medication to help with the pain. James was so exhausted, his face pale and shadowed, but he was alive.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a difficult mix of pain and thankfulness. "I love you," he said hoarsely.

"I love you too," I replied, kissing his forehead gently. "Rest now. I'll be right here when you wake up."

In the early hours of the morning, at about 4 am, I woke up beside James in the hospital. The room was dark, bathed in blue, except that the soft beeping of monitors tracing his vital signs had a more prominent illumination.

My body ached from this outsized chair, but I really didn't care. I just felt good to be with him.

A soft whimper drew my attention, and I turned to face James's pain lashed face. His cheeks were streaked with tears, washing away some of the grime and soot stuck to his skin.

My heart broke all over again.

"James," I whispered, moving closer, my hand finding his. "What's wrong, baby? Tell me."

He swore viciously, sawed and raw. "I'll never play guitar again," he said, his teeth clenched. "I'm ruined. And I'm in.. so much fucking pain." His voice cracked, and he twisted his head away from me, as if he couldn't stand for me to see him in the state he was in.

I crawled into the narrow hospital bed, careful not to shake him. I knew I wasn't supposed to get in bed with him, but I couldn't stand to see him suffer all by himself. Slowly, I cuddled into his side as best I could without hurting him further, my arms curved around him. His body felt so fragile as he shook.

"Shhh," I whispered, and pressed my lips against his temple. "You're not ruined, Honey."

He wept softly, body twitching with each tear. "It hurts so much," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I don't know if I can take it."

"You're the strongest man I know," I whispered back, my voice soft like a silk pillow for him to rest his head upon. "I'm right here, just breathe. The worst of it is over now."

He clung to me then, his uninjured hand gripping mine with surprising strength. "Don't leave me," he whispered, desperation slicing into his voice and going straight to my heart.

"Never," I promised him, clutching him closer to me so I could here his heart. "I'm never going to leave you, James. Never."

We lay there in the dark, his quiet weeps and the beeping of monitors the only sounds.

Finally, his cries began to wane, and then he started to breathe at regular intervals, a sound that brought great relief, for it meant he was falling asleep, exhausted. I held him, my own tears falling silently.

"I love you, Jamie." I whispered, feeling as his head tiredly rested on me. I knew in my heart, I knew he would be okay.

[hugheses]

these are just some thoughts after seeing ur post on the hockey thigh thing btw, and i hope you hear me out. you being a lesbian (im bi and i have a gf currently), which is something you emphasise a lot, and not being attracted to these dudes doesnt make this whole parasocial archive any less weird or creepy. i'm not here to shit on or invalidate your passion, because obv its something you care about deeply from how much your scour the web for all these old things, even of their mother when she was young. and genuinely, thats pretty cool, i work in archival and i have a lot of respect for that with the effort you've put into it.

but i think you are encouraging others to imitate this blog and culture, when it comes to other players who aren't as in the media as the hughes family. like i agree that its part and parcel of the job as athletes who represent a multitude of things like ur franchise ur family etc, but i feel like we just shouldn't proliferate this. i know people on twitter are unjustly harsh and oftentimes critical to the point of meanness, but i think some points they share are valid. just bc its on the internet, doesnt give us the permission to do stuff ykwim? like imagine just going up to the hughes and giving them a scrapbook of every media moment from their mothers childhood, to her college, their dad, and them as kids and now as adults. thats just straight up weird. and don't even get me on the sexualisation, i get they are adults but isn't that just basic respect?

i know having an internet community is rlly important to some, and im sure ur followers would still give you that support u need even if you dont constantly supply them with these media things, or dangle ur secret archive like a carrot over them.

hoping you have a great day

you clearly put a lot of time and thought into this, so i will give you that same level of consideration back. i think you have some misunderstandings about me, hockey fandom, and fandom culture as a whole.

first, the lesbian thing. admittedly tumblr search is very broken but according to it i’ve mentioned the word lesbian twice on here, as a disclaimer for why i might not be the best person to understand what male attracted people find hot. it's possible it's come up a few other times but it’s definitely not something i "emphasize a lot". it's somewhat ironic that you bring up you being bi and having a gf in what reads to me like a deflection on your critique that i say i'm gay too much, when you seem to think me saying i'm a lesbian is bc i'm trying to deflect on sexualizing these guys. which admittedly is the most confusing part of your entire ask. is this solely about the thigh ask? if you’re worried about "basic respect", hockey fandom is probably not the place for you. i know i don't like seeing 500 reader insert posts every time i open anyone's tag, which is why i have related terms muted and block people who don't use them. however this is very much a part of hockey fandom and i’m aware of that. on the flip side, the unfortunate reality is that hockey players are some of the nastiest misogynistic men on the planet who generally do not see women as actual human beings beyond mommies, maids, and holes. if i WAS sexualizing these men 24/7 i would feel well within my rights to do so, and could make an only slightly ironic argument for it being feminist praxis. if jack hughes can ask girls to flash him, i can have a little sexualization, as a treat. 

calling me weird and creepy isn’t actually negated by following up with saying you're not trying to shit on or invalidate my passion and you respect the effort i put into it. if you think i’m weird and creepy, you’re allowed to feel that way, but actually own it if that’s what your opinion is.

you imagined this scrapbook scenario and then say that it’s weird. i agree, that hypothetical thing would be weird. good thing i’m not doing that, will never do that, and take many efforts to have a strong fourth wall and keep this blog separate from the people it's about. i am a firm believer in keeping fandom private and secluded! that's why im not tweeting all of this and tagging them. 

it’s a big leap for you to assume that i do this because i "need support". not that it matters, but i do all of this because i find it fun and i’m being generous with people who do not have the time/resources/know-how to find this stuff on their own. there's nothing wrong with finding a community online, but i had one before doing all this. in fact, all of this has been really more trouble than it's worth in terms of harassment vs kindness lmao. some people on here have been lovely to me, but i’m beyond the age where i need virtual validation from strangers. you’re right about one thing, i do dangle my secret archive like a carrot, largely for petty reasons because of a few specific assholes. 

you seem to think i’m the only person who does stuff like this. update/archival accounts are very common for musicians, actors, even like... tiktok influencers. were you not online when people hacked an airport security cam feed to watch one direction sit and do nothing? everything ive ever posted on here has been available to the public. i’m just good at finding stuff. even within this smaller sports fandom on tumblr, i have been inspired by OTHER BLOGS who were doing this before me and go way harder than i do. i didn’t invent the concept of collecting information and images about public figures like you seem to think i did, but thanks.

if you want to critique fandom culture as a whole, go right ahead, but i ask that you keep the sanctimonious lectures out of my inbox, especially when they're based in assumptions. any one of these things could have been questions i would be willing to chat about if you were actually curious about me and what i do. i in fact have lots of opinions that might surprise you on many of these things you mentioned. but i will have those conversations with other people, who talk to me with the respect and dignity that i deserve.

[ringtownrangerlark]

🤲 any chance of getting to know your mun?? I love meeting other fiore enjoyers!!

//OOC

Hello!

I don't mind talking about myself. Feel free to DM as well if you just want to chat. But to get to how I ended up here:

I actually did not particularly grow up with the pokemon games. My parents didn't have us own any video game consoles, and I had a saturday school, so I only ever saw an episode or two of the dubbed anime, and played my first Pokemon game (Alpha Sapphire) by borrowing by boyfriend's gameboy in high school. I sort of picked up stuff from cultural osmosis, but it wasn't a Big Childhood Nostalgia thing for me. I would play more Pokemon games over the years (especially as my girlfriend (I'm polyam)) is a huge fan. I liked Sun&Moon and got really into Pokemon Masters for a time.

A huge thing about me is that when it comes to fantasy (which I've been a fan of all my life) I really like naturalistic perspectives. I like any fiction where mythical creatures are treated as something with an ecology and behaviors and environmental niche. I don't know if it's something to do with me identifying as a therian/otherkin, or is an unrelated coincidence. But as a kid it's why I liked the Spiderwick Chronicles and Fablehaven, and as I've grown older, continue to like games like Bugsnax.

So when the new Pokemon Snap came out it was nearly perfect. When playing other Pokemon games, I would always get a dopamine spike when discovering/catching a new mon, but I would always get tired of constant battles, especially with any grinding. A game with no battling, where I'm expected to observe Pokemon in their natural environments, was really enrapturing for me.

I would always look for more creature collector games, but often they were basically Pokemon. And in some of these searches I read about the Pokemon Ranger games, and was intrigued, but didn't have a way to play them.

Fast forward to earlier this year, when my gf mentioned she owned the ranger games and I was able to try them. I instantly fell in love with the world. I figured I would eventually hit a barrier where my skill level would make it too difficult to continue. But I didn't find myself getting bored/put off the way I did with battles. The philosophical concept of being a ranger was perfect for me. I liked the idea of my job being to protect pokemon and the environment. I didn't find the side quests annoying because I liked the idea of helping someone find their lost pet more than I liked the idea of battling a hiker for the tenth time. Even the things I imagine other players might find annoying (like not being able to keep a permanent team or take them out of a region) I liked. One, because it meant if I was solving a puzzle, the solution was within the space I was in and I didn't need to travel a lot to find some pokemon. And two, because it fit the philosophy of the game: as a ranger, you wouldn't want to introduce species to a non-native environment. And this is personal to me, but I do have a personal connection to spring as a season (related to otherkin stuff) so the setting of Fiore having a constantly temperate Spring-themed location with a nearby forest/prairie was like *chef's kiss* in terms of places I'd like to live.

Over the years, I had liked pokemon and the general world. But I struggled to see myself as a trainer or develop a trainersona of any kind. At best, I could imagine myself as a pokemon. Playing the first Pokemon ranger game really hit me in the "this is it. If I got to live in the Pokemon world, this is the kind of life I'd want to live/the kind of person I'd want to be".

I've since played Shadows of Almia (liked the easier capture mechanics, though I think having one partner per type, while helpful, takes away some from the partner development).

I'm now making my way though Guardian signs, but getting frustrared by the changed mechanics (I don't like that assists involve putting a pokemon on the screen and having the potential to miss, rather than just influencing the capture, and recharges take forever, and I don't like not being able to choose when my partner helps).

[sj-ficrecs]

fic rec 11!

just a random collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately. as usual, no specific order.

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

(divider by @bwbatta)

Bucky x reader:

Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations​ Paramedic!Bucky x reader

“Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?”

Operation: Freefall by @constantwriter85​ Bucky x reader

“When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955. But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.”

Recovery by @wicked-mind​ Biker!Bucky x reader

“After going through rehab and recovering, you move back to town to live with your mother as you sort out what to do with your life, but your mom has other plans that include hooking you up with a hot biker by the name of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes”

Teacher’s Favorite + Sharing My Sweetheart by @suitk0via​ Single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.”

Uninvited by @mymoonagedaydream​ modern!Bucky x reader

Reader is a close friend of Sam’s. Sam and Bucky are roommates, so reader spends a lot of time with them. Bucky becomes colder towards reader and they ask Sam about it - finding out Bucky, who is taken, is falling out of love w/ his gf because he has a crush on reader.

You Know Me Too Well by @nexusnyx​ Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader

“there is a thin line between pain and pleasure. that line is real and palpable, except for the times when you sit in bucky barnes’ table and feel his hands holding your skin. his job demands him to hurt you, but the only problem is that you enjoy it. a lot.”

The Slip Up by @justkending​ dad!Bucky x reader

“After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.”

Invisible String series by @dirty-holy-things​ Bucky x reader

“You were fairly certain that landing a date through court-ordered therapy was some sort of HIPAA violation, if not just an ethical one, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious storm cloud of a man who you shared the waiting room with every Thursday.”

Sacrifice by @wkemeup​ Bucky x reader

“In the midst of an attack, you’re dosed with an unknown chemical and your healing ability becomes compromised.”

Purgatory by @wkemeup​ Bucky x reader

“While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.”

Behind the Storm by @wkemeup​ Bucky x reader

“On a mission, you’re hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe.”

We Were Screaming in Color by @samwlscns​ Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“james buchanan barnes was your soulmate and you were his. despite everything the world threw your way, bucky always kept his promise to make his way back home to you. even if that meant having to lose him more than once.”

Bulova by @babycap​ Bucky x reader

“In the five years between the two snaps that changed it all, life had moved on, as life is want to do. In the aftermath of that final battle, you discover that time waited for no one (least of all you), and those you loved marched forward into it without you. Sam suggests you volunteer at the local retirement community to keep you busy, keep your mind from lingering on what—and who—you lost. In giving back, you find that time can be just as generous as it is cruel. A non-canon compliant, friends-to-lovers fic.”

And They’re Roommates by @golden-barnes​ Modern bartender/roommate!Bucky x reader, New Girl au

“Your boyfriend cheats on you, and now you have nowhere to go. So when you found an ad for a shared loft, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Come to the realization that you will be sharing it with four guys. Four guys, one of them who is extremely hot and zero brain cells between any of them. What else could you ask for?”

Keep Me Cool by @chouettedubois​ Bucky x reader

“You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.”

Love in the Workplace by @cxddlyash​ Gardener!Bucky x Receptionist!reader

Working at the same hotel, a new gardener is recently hired.

“Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of the new gardener. 

“What is it?” Sarah asks you and you clear your throat before tearing your gaze from the man.

“Uh, nothing. I finally see the gardener that the hotel hired,” you mention while walking closer to the place.”

Dad Biker!Bucky being adorable with his kids blurb by @angrythingstarlight​ dad biker!Bucky x reader

dad biker Bucky and his kids making pancakes and breakfast for mom :)

Tap by @houseravenclaws​ Bucky x reader

“bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.”

Teach Me How to Love by @thefalconthatcriedwolf​ Godfather/single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her. You happen to have Yelena in your class this school year.”

To Build a Home by @buckyjamess-archive​ @buckyjamess​​ Mechanic/single dad!Bucky x single mom!reader

“a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A Good Kind of Fire by @dolcezzasfantasy​ Modern!Bucky x reader

“Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers.”

If I Could Fly by @ceeellewrites​ actor!Bucky x actress!reader, social media au

“Bucky Barnes is an actor with a small (just a tiny) celebrity crush on Y/N L/N, one of the industry’s well-known actress. Well, it’s just a celebrity crush, what could go wrong?”

The Rumour by @sidepartskinnyjeans​ Bucky x reader

“after a, mostly, chance meeting with Sergeant Barnes starts a rumour around the compound that soon gets out of hand.”

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords​ Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that’s it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He’s resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life…until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.”

Crawl Home to Her by @nexusnyx​ Bucky x reader

“when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds you sleeping in his sofa and the apartment much different than when he left. much prettier, with a touch of home. apparently, while he was away you took his advice to “do what you want with the place, doll” seriously - or as a distraction - and now he got to come home to this.bucky’s heart takes a leap and he stands there for a second, frozen in his spot.”

Signed by the Author by @wintersfilm​ Bucky x reader

“on a mission to improve his conversations with sam, bucky wanders brooklyn and into a bookstore where he finds his new favourite book and the most adorable bookseller he has ever laid eyes on.”

Seasons of Love by @constantwriter85​ Army vet!Bucky x reader, modern au

“Bucky gets a service dog, but Winter’s only got eyes for the dog across the park…and her owner.”

One Single Thread of Gold (Tied Me to You) by @pietrotica​ Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“on your sixteenth birthday, the first words your soulmate will speak to you appear on your wrist. in a world where it’s quite common to get a simple ’hi what can i get you’ or common phrases, you’ve managed to get their name. that doesn’t make it easier to find him.”

Sunday is a Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney​ Bodyguard!Bucky x rockstar!reader

“You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.”

[summercurial]

weekend report

okay so on friday i drove down to L&G's place, got there about 9. H&E are there, drove down together and got there abt 5 i think. nominally we are helping L&G move, but they have not packed...basically anything. anyway theyre having a barbecue. they object to me just wearing a t shirt and jeans, and search through L's stuff, almost all of which is far too small for me (he was such small ribs...) to find me something. they settle on this weird lace texture see through romper thing (fit pics under the cut, for space). i have no sufficiently aesthetic bra, so im going braless, my nipples are out about half the time. anyway we go out to the barbecue, they forgot to buy veggie burgers, we hang out at the picnic tables, i have some claw, E is very aroused by the romper, call me cute lots, kisses me hard up against a tree (i got some scratches on my back lol) which i think is the first time ive been kissed against a tree. ive mentioned before theyre all like, fit, so he can lift me up easy. anyway once theyre done with the barbecuing we head back upstairs. at 11 W&El arrive, the tragic egg/repressor and shitty gf. he's wearing earings. he's obscenely cute, i am sexually aggressive to him, yknow, push him down on the bed, make out with him, tackle him, etc. i ask to sleep in L&G's bed but i walked around barefoot so i was not allowed. theres 7 people and three beds so i sleep in W&El's bed, W in the middle. thought it could be fun but it wasnt really, W is timid but hes also sort of unflappable so hes not fun to toy with but also doesnt grope me or whatever.

anyway the next day we do some actual move out stuff, theres packing, theres boxes, theres lots of drinking per uje. i am assigned a close-fitting weedprint dress, they really gassed me up abt how it fit me. me and E are assigned to return an old keg and an old textbook. we drop off the keg, pick up some claw, i bring an open claw into the university bookstore and after hanging out for like 10 minutes i am asked to leave. once back i decide to help out carrying L&G's ludicrous quantity of liquor down to the car, ensweaty my weed dress and shed it and shower (for the second time that day, i showered with E earlier). mostly hung out in undie for the rest of the day, tried on various things while they were clearing out clothes and trying to pawn some of them off. eventually settled on a weird tank top with a really long back, which we called the dune fit (unforch no pic!)

i got to spend some time cuddling with E&G for a while. W&El were very quiet. we had a hard time pretending to like El, i felt really guilty. i said some mean-ish stuff while drunk. while El was away, i probed W on them getting married at 22. he said it was just because they need her family's financial support, and they want to live together, and so they need to get married. i head that seemed sadly unromantic, which he didnt really contest. i said he'd look cute in a wedding dress. during the long going-through-clothes section, he put on several dresses. he looked cute. god ceaseless pity. we got some delicious chipotle. we stayed up very late drinking, G drank a gallon. i got lots of pets. at chipotle time they spontaneously started rapping some epic rap battles of history, i asked what it was and when they told me i started laughing at them hard, because ERBoH sucks. they did the thing they do where they give a touch embargo when i make fun of them hard so i got super drunk to take my pride away. while drunk and laying with E&G i started talking about how this sufficiently drunk and prideless branch of me is distant enough to not really "be" the main normal summer, but that both branch-summer and trunk-summer agree that branch-summer is more optimal, pride is useless if it takes away your pleasure.

anyway in the morning and because E said he would drive me up i had some beer and claws, took a shower with G, sucked his dick some in the shower (i dont think i did a very good job but its hard to get air when sometimes theres water on your nose :/). he mentioned the previous night he really talked up my head skills to E (despite making out tons of times and him knowing i would totally suck his dick for literally 2 years, he has not asked) so i was sort of anticipating a move but none was forthcoming. anyway we hung out for a couple more hours, i had a fun little talk with L where he asked if he was too mean to me (i said no, although sometimes i worry he doesnt like me, and he says he does like me, he just gets annoyed sometimes) me and E drove home, he fun-drove which was fun, i spent most of the time in and out of sleep, cuddling with his arm mostly (we kept it cold in the car)

i was kind of pathetic this weekend, but like. being pathetic as long as its not annoying is like. totally harmless. pride is useless to me when it doesnt protect me. i got called cute so many times this weekend, it was WONDERFUL. also i got lots of touch. and i got to be helpful. they assigned me a couple special summer jobs, i grabbed all the magnets

outfits under cut:

bonus dress, cute but uncomfy tight on the ribs

[aomine-ryo]

Ah the requests are open! I'd like to request Aomine, Kise and Kagami reactions if their gf shouted 'i hate you' during an angsty argument. Of course she didn't mean but was very hurt. Thank you in advance and thank you for provoding KnB content 💙

Ah yes i love some good angst 😌 I hope you enjoy xx

Scenario: Kise, Aomine and Kagami’s reactions to their s/o shouting “I hate you” during an argument

Kise

Jealousy was an ugly emotion and you knew that. You generally never got that jealous with Kise though. Especially considering that he was constantly surrounded by other models and fangirls, you were surprisingly very chill with him. I mean, you couldn’t blame him, it came with the job. Plus you knew that you could trust him so it didn’t bother you as much as one would expect.

Recently though, Kise had been rather busy and he wasn’t able to spend as much time with you as he’d like. While that sucked in itself, he’d always be around other girls when you did have the time to spend with him, like during recess and after school when you walked together. And they were so obviously flirting with him, but he didn’t seem to have a clue.

You didn’t want to bring up though because you didn’t want to come off as a controlling person that restricted him from talking to others. So you ignored it for a while.

However, the amount of time he’d spend with you slowly lessened and lessened and eventually, on a particularly bad day, you finally snapped. You were meant to be walking home with him after school, so you waited for him at your usual spot by the school gates. But after a good ten minutes, he didn’t show up. Confused and slightly annoyed, you went back into the school in search of your boyfriend. While it didn’t take long to find him in the school courtyard, you began to wish that you didn’t because it just fuelled your already bad mood with rage.

He was just standing there with three other girls, laughing along with them as if he didn’t have somewhere else to be. You don’t get mad often- especially not in public- but your emotions had been building up for weeks and you were in an awful mood. Before you knew it, you were storming over to Kise.

“Y/N-cchi! I was just about to come meet you. Let me introduce—“

“Are you kidding me? Kise, I’ve been waiting for you for the past ten minutes and you were just chatting here?” you scolded, your volume causing all four of them to be taken aback. You shot the girls a glare, resulting in them excusing themselves to leave you two alone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice the time go by,” he replied softly, hurt by the fact that you called him ‘Kise’ rather than your usual ‘babe’ or ‘Ryouta’.

“You’re the one who’s always too busy to spend time with me and now you’re here losing track of time with girls you barely even know!”

“They were just being friendly, what would people think of me if I just brushed them off?” he said defensively.

“Kise, they were far from just friendly. They were so obviously flirting with you. One of them had her hands all over you and you just fucking let her!” you yelled, becoming completely unhinged at this point.

“Y/N-cchi, you’re being ridiculous. Just forget about it. Come on, let’s just walk home, cool?” He said with a sigh, which only made you angrier.

“I’m not being ridiculous,” you said firmly, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” He snapped, finally losing his cool too. “That I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you?”

“You know that’s not what I meant! Don’t try to turn this around on me,” you replied, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s what it sounds like to me,” he shouted. You felt a pang in your heart at the way he raised his voice at you and you felt yourself finally get thrown off the edge.

“I can’t believe you right now! I hate you!”

Kise’s expression immediately fell at the sound of those words. It quickly made him realise the absurdity of what he was saying.

At that point, you were so frustrated that you decided to just walk away, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. It took a few moments but Kise’s footsteps soon followed you. “Y/N-cchi wait! I’m sorry!” He said, hastily grabbing your arm to stop you. It took him a second to realise that tears had begun to blur his own vision. “Please don’t hate me,” he said softly.

You paused for a moment, feeling bad that you had made him cry too. “I don’t hate you,” you muttered, hearing the word come out of his mouth made you realise how harsh it sounded. “I wouldn’t be this mad if I hated you.”

“I won’t talk to them anymore. And I promise I’ll make more time for you. Why don’t we go grab a coffee or something together?” Kise suggested, interlacing his fingers with yours while the other hand reached up to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“That sounds nice,” You sniffled with a smile, your anger and hurt finally subsiding. “I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. I was just scared that you’d think they were better than me.”

Kise pressed his lips against yours with nothing but care and tenderness, almost as if to reassure you that he was all yours without having to say a word. But just in case you didn’t understand, he smiled at you once his lips parted from yours, “You’re the only one I want. That won’t ever change- I promise.”

Aomine

As much as you loved Aomine, dating him came with a lot of work which could easily exhaust you if you didn’t have the patience that you do. He was dreamy, sweet and truly a piece of art in general, however he was also extremely lazy when it came to a lot of things. Homework, projects and reminding him of various commitments he had was amongst the various responsibilities you had taken on when you started dating him. For the most part, you didn’t care too much because you often managed to convince him to do it himself in the end, but there were times where he genuinely ticked you off.

One day in particular, you were rather exhausted after a long day at school and you were hanging out at Aomine’s house like you usually would. As he flipped through his gravure magazine next to you, you laid down on his bed, scrolling through your phone as a way to unwind. His phone began to ring, disrupting the peaceful silence that filled the room and he quickly picked it up. “Yo, what’s up?” he answered. “Oh shit that was today? I forgot... Fuck it. I’ll join some other time... Bye.”

Aomine put his phone down with an annoyed groan, making you curious as to what that conversation was about. “What’s wrong? Who was that?” you inquired, still scrolling absentmindedly.

“It was Kise. I was supposed to go play with him and the others today. Didn’t I tell you to remind me about it?”

“Oh right, you did. I’m sorry, it slipped my mind,” you replied.

Aomine clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Dammit, I wanted to play,” he whined.

You weren’t sure why— perhaps it was the tiredness— but you felt as though that comment was accusatory towards you and it sparked this feeling of anger within you. “Then maybe you should’ve remembered yourself,” you retorted, sarcasm oozing from your tone.

“Well if I could do that, I wouldn’t have asked you to remind me, would I?” Aomine replied, perfectly matching your tone, which made your blood boil.

“Why is that my responsibility? I’m constantly busting my ass trying to do shit for you. I’m your s/o, not your personal assistant, Daiki,” you snapped, your voice suddenly getting louder.

Whilst Aomine knew that you were right, his stubborn mind didn’t want to admit it. “If you had a problem with it, you could’ve just said so instead of making me miss out on my plans,” he said harshly.

“Oh so it’s my fault that you don’t have the mental capacity to remember things that go on in your own damn life?” you questioned sarcastically.

“Yes!” Aomine yelled back almost instantly without thinking.

You sat up and scoffed. “You’re despicable, Aomine. Go fucking play then. I’ll leave!”

“No, it’s too late now. I’ve missed it thanks to you,” he muttered, picking up his magazine again.

You narrowed your eyes at him in frustration as you angrily gathered your things. “I’m leaving. You’re the absolute worst. I hate you!” you shouted, clenching your jaw to stop yourself from crying.

Aomine froze upon hearing those words come out of your mouth. “You what?” he said softly, even though he heard you clear as day. He just couldn’t believe that you had actually said it.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, knowing you shouldn’t have said something so harsh when you didn’t even remotely mean it.

“You hate me?” he repeated, wondering whether his pride was really worth having you say words like that.

“I didn’t mean it. But you’re being ridiculous,” you said, still standing your ground.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, standing up and approaching you. “I’m being such a dick. I’ll sort my shit out- I swear. Just don’t say those words to me, please,” he said, holding your face in his palms and desperately looking into your eyes, unable to fathom how much those words stung. He didn’t even want to imagine a scenario in which you’d hated him because it would absolutely wreck him.

Looking into those pained blue eyes, you couldn’t help but melt as your frustration resided. “I won’t say it again. I’m sorry,” you whispered assuringly.

Aomine placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “I love you, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“I love you too, Daiki.”

Kagami

Kagami loved basketball. That was a given. You adored how passionate he was towards it and you it made you happy seeing how much he enjoyed the sport. However, sometimes you’d wonder if that was truly all he cared about. He’d spend almost all his time either at practice or playing around with his friends and he barely left any time for you anymore.

It had been a while since you’ve been able to spend time with Kagami and you had finally been able to get away with planning an afternoon with him after school at your place. You planned to cuddle up together with some snacks and watch a movie— it was going to be perfect. That whole school day you were incredibly excited; you walked around with a hop in your step and a smile on your face.

Finally, the end of the school day had arrived and you headed to meet Kagami outside school, like you’d agreed to. When you got outside, you saw him chatting with Kuroko and Hyuga but he quickly excused himself when he saw you approaching him.

“Hey beautiful,” he smiled.

“Taiga! I’m so excited for today,” you grinned, greeting him with a hug.

“Uh, about that,” Kagami paused and pulled away to rub the back of his neck nervously. Hearing those words alone made your smile quickly change into a disappointed frown. “The Winter Cup is around the corner and the team is gonna do a bit of extra practice today at the gym. Can I get a rain check on this date?”

“Are you serious?” you muttered, exasperation in your voice.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll make some time for you later,��� he said.

“You say that, but you never do. You play basketball every single minute you get. Can you really not spare even a single afternoon for me?” you questioned softly, feeling a strange mixture of anger and hurt.

“Y/N, you know how important basketball is to me,” he replied, trying to meet your eyes but they were fixated on the floor.

“I do, but honestly, it seems like it’s the only importance in your life.”

“Don’t be like that. You know that you’re important to me too,” Kagami frowned, reaching to put an arm on your shoulder, but your frustration caused you to shove it away almost immediately.

“Well, you certainly don’t act like it,” you snapped back. “But whatever, go play I guess,” you shrugged, spite in your tone as you began to walk away.

“Y/N, don’t be mad at me— it’s childish,” Kagami called out, making you stop in your tracks. It was like he was asking you to get mad at him.

“Childish?” you repeated. “Kagami it’s not a fucking relationship if you’re not going to spend any time with me! I’ve been nothing but patient towards you playing basketball thinking that at some point you’ll set some time aside for me, but turns out you couldn’t care less about that!”

“We can talk about this later,” Kagami sighed, realising that you were in public. “I’m going to play. I’ll text you okay?”

“Don’t even bother texting me— you’re fucking outrageous,” you chuckled, finding it absolutely unbelievable how thick he was. “I hate you!”

Kagami felt his heart sink as he watched you storm off. Suddenly basketball became the least of his concerns. He couldn’t just leave things like this. It would absolutely wreck him. Almost instantly, Kagami rushed after you. “Y/N! Please wait!” he called out, quickly reaching for your hand to get you to stop.

While you did stop, you immediately pulled your arm away from him in anger. “What? Shouldn’t you be going to play?” you snapped, tears streaming down your face.

“That doesn’t matter. Just please, don’t leave things like this; don’t hate me,” he pleaded, feeling himself getting teary eyed upon seeing you crying.

You paused for a moment, realising the weight of the words you spat out in the heat of the argument. “I didn’t mean that,” you said softly. “I just hate how I never get to see you anymore.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll just skip out on practice today,” Kagami said.

“You don’t have to do that. We can hang out some other time,” you sighed and sniffled, not wanting to guilt trip him into spending time with you.

“No, I want to spend time with you now. You’re right. I play basketball all the time anyways. I need to give you attention too,”he insisted, reaching for your hand again and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Alright,” you said, wiping the tears with the back your hand. “I’m sorry about saying that I hate you. That was stupid.”

To your surprise, Kagami pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he was going to lose you. “That scared me so much, Y/N,” he admitted, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you so much. I genuinely thought I’d lost you.”

“I love you so much too,” you said into his chest, hugging him back. “I guess I was scared I’d lose you to basketball or something.”

Kagami kissed the top of your head. “You won’t lose me, I promise.”

[yelenasdog]

the pillowtalk of a pessimist (spencer reid x fem reader)

genre: fluff with a millisecond of angst

summary: pillowtalk takes an interesting turn for spencer at the mention of the harsh realities of his work.

words: 1.3k, she’s a shorty.

warnings: nsfw themes (nothing smutty, it’s just implied and also directly stated that they slept together), typical criminal minds violence + death, and maybe cursing? idk. 

a/n: btw this isn’t the fic i was ranting on about that i’m writing, she’s still in the works. also! this could be an x oc or anybody bc i didn’t use y/n if you would prefer to read it as such.

🂦∙🂦∙🂦

A pale stream of moonlight shone through the open window of apartment 23, the home of Doctor Spencer Reid. It illuminated a small section of his bedroom, specifically on one of his many floor to ceiling bookshelves, a beacon of knowledge that was there 24/7 for the taking.

The gold engravings on the spines of his many reads shimmered, a beautiful contrast to the dark mahogany the shelf was made out of.

The room smelled like a mixture of his cologne, her perfume (Chanel no. 5, specifically), and the results of their previous affairs that lingered in the crisp air of the night.

She took a deep breath, settling down further into the white duvet, pulling it over her bosom in response to the chilly temperature. The dark green walls of the room welcomed and calmed her, overwhelming the girl with a wave of serenity that could only be brought to her by him.

He quickly took note of her unsteady breathing and shift in position, immediately jumping to action. He pulled her closer by her shoulders with his strong arms, eliciting a squeal from her and a chuckle from him, more so at her reaction than the move itself.

Her head laid on his bare chest, her hair splayed out with half of it residing on his pillow, the other half on his bicep. She could have appeared to be an angel, although in his eyes, she truly was.

She rested her hand on the left side of his chest over his heart, her fingernail ghosting shapes on his tanned skin. Circles, squiggly lines, even abstract faces.

“How do you do it?”

Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. If his hearing wasn’t so acute, he was sure he would have missed it. This would have saddened the genius greatly, as he valued everything she had to say with a burning ferocity, and even one word lost would be a shame.

“What?”

He was confused by the nature of the question, attempting to search every corner of his brilliant brain for what she might have been referencing. Was it an equation? No, she hated math. Perhaps the way he so effortlessly could play any instrument because yet again, math. He decided that couldn’t be the subject at question either, she played better than he did, glorious melodies flowed from her fingertips. So the doctor was truly stumped.

The answer was simpler than he had imagined.

“Your job.”

With those doe eyes he was so fond of, she looked up, meeting his own glance.

If the term “heart eyes” was able to be personified, Spencer would be the guy to personify it whenever his eyes landed on the one in front of him.

“What do you mean? I get up in the morning, drink some coffee, and get to it.”

She giggled, but the sound he loved so much ceased with her pout.

“That’s not what I mean, Spence. How do you go on everyday, seeing body after body,” she trailed off, obviously distraught. Spencer wrapped his large hand tighter around her, placing his chin on her hairline.

“How do you consistently manage to look at these victims, these people, with lives that they never got to finish living-“ A tear slipped down her cheek, she bit her bottom lip, tasting her own salty droplets on her tongue. She sniffled, burying her head further in his neck with what he presumed was shame.

“And not break down when you do.” Her voice was muffled, but the emotions she felt were evident nonetheless.

He took a moment to carefully articulate an appropriate response. The gears in his mind turned ever so diligently, finding a solution to dry her tears.

“It’s not much different than what I initially said. I get up in the morning, drink some coffee.”

He pushed a hair away from her face, admiring her distinct features as he often did. She looked up, moving her left hand to trace his sharp jaw as he sat in thought.

“And I realize that these people that are now dead, are a part of the hundreds, of throusands, of millions of people that die every year. It’s a part of life, what gives it meaning.”

She gave a dry, humourless laugh.

“What, you don’t have a specific statistic for that?”

“Oh, I do, but I don’t think you want to hear it.” He tilted his head, weighing the option of disclosing the information but deciding against it.

“But the bottom line is, they have families. Families that are grieving, and hurting, and needing answers and justice. I cannot do my job and give them the closure they deserve if I’m staying focused on my own emotions and delving deep into who the victims were, rather than how to catch those responsible for hurting them.”

She moved on to her back, stilling managing to keep her eye contact with Spencer.

“But you’re a profiler! That’s what you do! You’re supposed to, what did you call it, ‘delve deep’ into who they are.”

“Pretty girl, are you trying to tell the one with 3 doctorates how to do his job?”

She rolled her eyes, lazily throwing a hand on his neck, right behind his ear. She ran it back and forth, savoring the intimate moment.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up, Agent.” She taunted, poorly trying (and failing) to agitate Spencer. She had a hunch (that was more true than either of them would let on) that it wasn’t possible for her to do so, and he found himself proving it to be correct.

“I just had to learn to let the family do what they had to do so that I could do the same.”

The girl’s tone softened as she spoke, staring at the popcorn ceiling.

“I guess so. I’m just too empathetic, my heart is too pure.” She joked, a feathery laugh falling past both of their lips.

“Of course. I would expect nothing less.” He teased back, enjoying the dynamic they both held in the tender moment.

“You amaze me.” She muttered, leaning in, analyzing him and his ruffled post-sex hair, his gorgeously long lashes, and his light 5 o’clock shadow that donned his chin.

He huffed quietly, doing the exact same thing, minus the scruff of course.

“I could say the same to you, pretty girl.”

Their lips connected once again, in a different manner than the feverish and needy kiss from before.

This time, it was a union of two individuals, allowing themselves to mould together in a way only the two of them could. It was slower and sweeter, with more feeling poured into their lips while they moved in sync.

“M’ tired.”

“Yeah? You wanna go to sleep, bubs?”

She grinned as she snuggled into his arms, her exhausted eyes fluttering to a close.

“Bubs, huh? That’s new.”

A worried frown made its way onto his face as he rushed to cover up his previous words.

“D-do you not like it? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“Spence.”

He stopped, looking over her for any microexpressions, only seeing positive signs. That wasn’t technically profiling, right? He hoped he would be in the clear if she ever was to find out.

“I love it, baby. Say it again.”

“Bubs?”

“Mhm. Say it again.” She sounded with content. He smirked, a proud feeling infiltrating his body, causing him to puff up his chest in the slightest way.

“Goodnight, bubs.”

He reached up, his paranoia forcing him to close the window above him, despite being a more than qualified FBI agent with a revolver safely tucked away in the top drawer of his night stand that never quite was shut all the way.

It was just the pessimist in him.

She wrapped around his figure, intertwining his form with her own.

“Sleep well, Spence.”

He felt happy with her, happier than he had been in a long time. He relished in that, allowing it to lull him to a well needed rest.

But what could he say, she just brought out the optimist in him.

🂦∙🂦∙🂦

hj posting at a time that isn’t 3 am?????? unheard of. also i may or may not have pulled an all nighter to write whatever tf this is bc my ex posted something with his new gf and i felt pathetic LMAO. anyway, i hope your day is fabulous, go drink some water and remember things are what you make of them and it’s all about intent! love you, xx hj.

[peteysgf]

𝗼𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮 | 𝗽.𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

↳ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 :  y/n is on a phone call and doesn't even realize that peters class is with him, and she does what she normally does with peter. (Couldn't come up with a better summary lmao)

↳ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : peter x Avenger/fem/gf reader

↳ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : y/n and peter are 17, profanity (watch your profanity)

↳ 𝐚/𝐧 : This came to me while I was drinking iced tea and reading field trip fanfics (They are seriously addicting).  So yea, hope you like it! I’m not quite fond of this one but whatever, hope you like it, feel free to critique and tell me what I can do better !

↳ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : the "---" will be signaling the switching of Y/n and Peter's perspectives. (Does that make sense? It sounds like it doesn't.) 

↳ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k 

--Ok quick backstory, you were an avenger. You inherited your powers after you touched the power stone. So essentially, you basically are the power stone, but your not a stone because you are a human. You were one of the youngest avengers and were very popular among the teens. 1 because you were very powerful- like stronger than Wanda powerful- and 2 because you were really pretty. And when I mean pretty, I mean pretty. So naturally, Peter was very attracted to you. It was not even the fact that you were gorgeous but, it was the fact that your personality was incredible as well. All the avengers loved you, you were like their hot little sister. Although, Peter liked you more than the avengers did (winkity wonk). He asked you on a few dates and now you're boyfriend and girlfriend. Although no one knew.  Ned, MJ, and The Avengers being the only exception. They only found out because they caught you two kissing. They relentlessly and shamelessly teased the heck out of you two. Backstory over. Now on with your regularly scheduled programming :)-- 

It all started on Monday, when Peter told you that his class was having a field trip to the tower on friday. You were typing up a monthly report that you had to send to fury, so you weren't really paying attention.  

You just responded with, "really? that's cool or whatever." 

Peter gasped, "cool? that's COOL?!? It's not cool! everyone is going to embarrass the shit out of me!" 

You were multitasking so you only caught a bit of what he said. 

"No they're not, they have a quick 3 day mission to destroy that one hydra base that they found in the mountains or something like that."  

Peter let out a sigh of relief, "really?" 

"Mhm" you responded absentmindedly.

"Please don't embarrass me Y/n. I love you, and I know that it's kinda your job to embarrass me, but please." 

"Yea, sure, whatever you say Pete." Is all you responded with while typing away at your computer. But you being you, you forgot.

~Time skip to Friday~

Peter was on the bus and he wanted nothing more  than to disappear. The only thing that stopped him from jumping out a window was Flash.

Flash was saying things like, "I'm going to expose your fake internship Parker!" "Can't wait to meet your best friends the Avengers!" "We're finally going to meet your boss Tony Stark!"

If only Flash knew, that the Tony Stark was his father. Oh well, at least Flash would stop teasing him about the internship. Peter was hoping that he would be able to get through this field trip without having to reveal any secrets. Although, his parker luck had other plans... 

---

You were on a phone call with Shuri, when F.R.I.D.A.Y told you that peter had entered the building. You were curious as to why he was here at 12:02 on a Friday afternoon. Nonetheless you continued your phone call with Shuri and decided you would go check on him in half an hour.

---

Peter was relieved you helped him hack into F.R.I.D.A.Y's system and change his clearance level to one of a regular interns, and for it to say "Peter Parker" instead of "Peter Stark." He didn't want to explain to his class why he had access to the whole tower and was a Stark. Not yet at least. It had actually been a really good day so far. He texted his dad to find out that they were still on the mission, Flash stopped teasing him a bit after the majority of the interns and scientists recognized him, and he was relieved when F.R.I.D.A.Y had told him that you were on a phone call. Just when he thought that the rest of the day would go smoothly, he heard gasps from his classmates. He turned around only to find your beautiful self walk into the cafeteria they were at.

--- 

You were still on the phone call with Shuri when you saw that Peter had walked into the cafeteria. You looked to your left and saw his lunch sitting there on the table. You sighed before you smiled to yourself and got up to go get him food in the cafeteria. Mr. Stark had given you unlimited access to all the food there because you always ended up getting food for Peter. Unfortunately, Peter didn't believe in eating 3 meals a day. He just ate whenever he was about to pass out of hunger or when you brought him food.

You decided to get him McDonald's. 1 because it was the first thing you saw, and 2 because Brenda, the girl who worked there, already memorized your order.

"Hey Y/n, the usual?" She asked in a cheery voice.

"You know it!" You said with a smile.

"Huh? No not you Shuri, I'm getting Peter food."

Brenda just smiled and started your order. It consisted of 5 cheeseburgers, 3 large fries, a large coke, two 20 piece chicken nugget boxes, and 3 Big Macs. Damn peter, you eat too much, You thought to yourself. Yet you still manage to look so fucking hot all the time. (You can't tell me you weren't thinking that too.)

Shuri was coming to the compound on Sunday and you had planned to work on upgrading the Avengers weapons. You, Peter, and Shuri were going to do that and hopefully brainstorm ideas for new weapons. You and Shuri were currently thinking of what you were going to need material wise, when Brenda handed you the bags of food. 

"Thanks Brenda!" You said before walking towards Peters direction.

You were so focused on the materials you were going to need, that you didn't notice the room of teenagers that were looking at you with their mouths wide open. How? I don't know. But you didn't.

---

When you walked in, even Peter gasped. He had been dating you for 2 years, but he was still shocked by your beauty. He couldn't believe that you had actually taken interest in him, especially now. You were wearing a dark blue skirt with a black turtle neck and some black Vans slip-ons. He liked how you could turn a casual outfit into something really stunning. He looked around the room at all the shocked faces. Ned looked starstruck and even MJ had looked up from her book, which was a rare sight. He chuckled, before looking back at you. When he saw the food in your hands he smiled. He hadn't even realized he was that hungry.

He watched as you walked over, sat down next to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and gave him his food. You were still on the phone call with Shuri and he was listening in.

He heard Shuri on the other line, "Okay so give me the list of the material you don't have access to."

You tapped your Stark watch and read the materials from the hologram blueprints that you brought up. 

You turned to Peter to make sure you didn't forget anything, "Tell her to bring 11 gallons of molten vibranium." (Is that even possible? I searched it up, but all I got was how to measure a gallon 🤷🏽‍♀️)

"Oh of course! You heard that, right Shuri?" You asked.

"Yup, I think that's everything. Can't wait to see you on Sunday, bye!" and with that Shuri hung up.

"Damn, didn't even let me say goodbye" you said while turning to Peter.

"Hey hun" he said before kissing the top of your head.

The perks of him being 3 inches taller then you.

You stole a fry from him before saying, "Hi, so why are you here early babe? It's only 11:30 you should be at school."

"Oh my gosh I totally forgot about that." He then looked around while you looked confused. 

"Forgot about wha-" you stopped mid sentence as you finally saw what he was looking at. A class of 17 year olds was looking at the two of you with their mouths wide open.

Peter gulped, "looks like we'll have to tell them."

The initial shock of all the teenagers staring at you hadn't worn off yet so you just said, "oh sugar honey iced tea..."

[neo-ct23]

Friends With Benefits + WayV

WayV is actually my ult so I thought I’d write this and tbh I’m really proud of this one

Kun

Only does FWB if either of you is tense & needs a way to de-stress.

Definitely not the one to initiate it & laughs when you propose the idea to him but when he realizes you’re serious he’s all 😳😳

You make rules about it but most of them get broken (“don’t” catch feelings, etc)

He’s Kun tho, you can’t not catch feels

Eventually he’d start treating you like his gf

Getting really affectionate and even getting jealous when another member is talking to you

He starts treating you like his gf to the point where youll meet someone and they’ll ask how long you’ve been dating

The sex would be great tho

I just know this man is packing

It’s big I know it is like BIG big

Depending on the day the sex could be rough or it could be tender and romantic

Probably the cheesy rom com thing happens where you drift apart and start dating someone else & your new s/o meets Kun and decides to break up with you because “you’re still in love with him”

Of course you’re like “pfft no way” but then you think about it and yes. He’s the one you wanted to be with

Anyways this turned fluffy I’m sorry

Lucas

Oh my god

Definitely starts at a party in a game of seven minutes in heaven

You’re pretty drunk but you end up giving him a hand job in the closet

You thought he was drunk too but apparently it was his turn to be WayV’s designated driver

Most of the group is passed out at the party or got a ride from someone else

Yangyang is the only one who still needs a ride so Lucas offers you a lift home too

He’s in the back seat and you’re in the front seat next to Lucas

You keep glancing over at him and he keeps smiling when you do. His eyes are on the road but he can see you with his peripheral vision

Yangyang is wondering why things are so awkward between you two but doesn’t say a thing

He walks you to your door and as you’re standing there you feel a surge of confidence sweep over you

You tell him “You know, you might have to come inside sometime”

He sighs. “Not tonight, I gotta take the kid home” he says, but he slowly leans in and so do you and he gives you a slow and tender kiss.

You could swear you heard yelling from his car parked nearby

Things probably escalate quickly

He’d start sending you snaps and texts about what he was doing and pictures of him shirtless in bed

You weren’t sure what to say to those so one day you go out and buy something sexy and take some pictures in it and send those in return

To which he just responds “on my way”

He shows up at your door holding up a condom and the second you realize what it is your lips are straight on his

He normally loves foreplay but skips it because the anticipation is way too much for him

He definitely ran like 6 red lights on his way to you

The next morning he tells the rest of the group

You probably drift apart when he starts to travel for work, but even then, when he comes back he always finds himself coming back to you

And when Hendery points that out to him, he realizes he’s been crazy about you for years

Hendery

Now this one would be hot as hell

It all starts at a party where you know nobody

But then you spot Hendery and you’re like “thank God.”

You guys talk for a couple minutes before you mention that you kind of want to go home or at least go somewhere

He offers to take you somewhere to just get away from everything

You’re sitting in his car together, sort of just talking about things that went down at the party and you thank him for spending time with you

There’s a bit of an awkward pause before your lips are on his and your hands are all over each other

In the midst of all this making out, you mutter “can we—“ to which he mutters “I know a place. Now buckle up, I gotta drive there.”

You buckle up and he rests one of his hands, the one not on the steering wheel of course, on your thigh, gently rubbing it as he drives to a nearby lookout point

You glance at the other cars and it’s too dark to see what’s going on in them, but it’s clear to you that this is a hookup spot

“This is what you wanted, right?”

You go searching through the glove compartment and take out a condom before leaving your side of the car and heading over to his

He didn’t notice you grabbing the condom, so he thinks he got the wrong message and messed everything up by driving you here. Muttering “ah, shit Hendery,” to himself

He sees you come around to his side of the car, he’s very confused

“Wait—“ he says

You just hold up the condom to show him and next thing you know, you’re straddled in his lap having sex

The next couple of days you thought would be awkward, but it wasn’t really

He’d treat you like a friend around the boys but whenever he got you alone

Like you’re literally fuck buddies at this point

Texts you really dirty things during the day and when the other members are in the room

Shit like “you gave me the best blowjob of my life last night. Wanna try and top it?”

Also sends you dirty pics

Likes to fuck you when the other members are home

Except one time, he waits until they’re gone because he doesn’t want either if you to have to hold back

Turns out they are home tho

They’re all in the living room and Ten is about to enter their room when he hears what’s going on

His face gets all red and he calls a Yangyang over who comes over and realizes what’s going on

“Ten, what’s up?” Asks Lucas

“Shh! Hendery‘a getting laid.”

They all go and sit down

Later on that night they’re still sitting in the living room trying not to disturb you guys but wanting to know who the hell he’s sleeping with while Hendery’s passed out in his bed

You still don’t know anyone’s home, so you just leave his room and of course the first thing you see when you open the door is 6 boys sitting in the living room, looking up at you with their jaws dropped.

Ten

Mr We just touching I don’t do no cuffin’

Yeah I definitely think this would start out with you & him being super close, not like best friends but in that arena

And one time you’re just hanging out & oops he kisses you

Escalates fast af

Like next thing you know you’re giving him a BJ in his dorm when the rest of the group is out

Except it turns out Lucas is home and heard it all

You leave his room and see him in the living room playing with Bella

And he’s all smug like “you guys enjoyed yourselves 😏”

Ten doesn’t even know that Lucas knows

Relationship definitely includes a lot of oral and hand stuff

I get a feeling ten’s really into both giving and receiving

Anyways this relationship would completely blur the lines between friendship and sex

Like your normal friendly hangouts would get heated if nobody else was around

Yangyang

Whelp

This one would be an adventure

You’re probably in a friend group with him and know him pretty well

You propose the idea to him, and his eyes bulge out of his head in amazement

I swear Yangyang lives to be corrupted

He’s not even that innocent I think he’s just a kinky kind of guy who comes off as vanilla but really just wants to get corrupted

Like if you’d be a top and/or dom for him that would be his favorite thing

You could give him a look and he’d get hard

Anyways I think it would start with him telling you that he’s taking a break from dating

There’s an awkward silence and he mentions he’s a virgin

Things get a little awkward but when he starts asking about what girls like, you tell him

This leads to a shy kiss, followed by an awkward silence before he just says “do that again” and you end up hooking up

The next morning you tell him not to tell anyone

Of course he can’t help but tell the boys

Xiaojun

Didn’t realize how long this one was getting lol

Completely unspoken, like actually don’t say a word about it to him or it’s ruined

You’ve probably never spoken to him outside the bedroom

Probably in the same friend group but never really talked to him so it’s more like you have mutual friends

Started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Ok but in all seriousness you’d probably be at a party. You’re pretty drunk and he comes over & offers you a drink

You’re like “what’s this” before you smell it and realize he’s sober & it’s water

You realize he’s trying to take care of you and end up talking with him off in a corner

You talk about how you’ve never really talked to him before

There’s a short awkward silence. He starts to lean in, you quickly pick up on his move and end up making out in the corner

You run into him a couple of times by accident and always end up finding a secluded space where you make out

Somehow Ten finds out you’ve been sleeping with one of his roommates

“It’s Lucas isn’t it??” He says rolling his eyes. You tell him no and he keeps guessing until he guesses Xiaojun last and you respond with silence.

One time at dinner you’re sitting with the whole group enjoying a meal and Ten hints that you’ve been seeing someone

Xiaojun is sitting next to you and whispers a little too loudly, “Did you tell Ten??”

Yangyang who is sitting next to him hears what he said and looks over to see the intense way you’re looking at each other and his face turns to a smirk

He doesn’t say anything but later that night when everyone else has gone to bed, Yangyang walks into the kitchen and turns on the light to find you making out yet again

Slowly the rest of the group catches on and realizes

Xiaojun quickly catches feelings, like definitely can’t get you out of his head after your first time

The way Hendery finds out is walking in on the rest of the group is talking about how he should tell you he likes you

He’s like “wait what’s going on?” And Yangyang just goes “Junnie here has been sleeping with y/n and now has feelings for them”

Winwin

I apologize in advance this is gonna be another soft one

You’re FWB but not in the way most people are

Like you haven’t slept together, you just make out sometimes and he treats you like his s/o when the other members aren’t around

He does little things when the other members are in the room like holds your hand under the dining table and rests his hand on your thigh

The only reason you’re FWB and not actually dating is because you’re both too nervous to ask the other what you are, in fear of ruining what you have

One day you’re just like “fuck it” and ask him what you guys are

“We haven’t talked about it, but I guess it’s up to both of us.”

There’s a bit of an awkward silence but then you proceed to tell him he’s basically treated you like his girl/boyfriend.

He sighs. “I like you. I do.”

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his

“Sicheng, are you saying you wanna be my boyfriend?”

He’s still stunned that this conversation is even happening. “I think so,” he says.

There’s another awkward pause before you say “So Sicheng, will you be my boyfrien—“

He doesn’t even let you finish your question. He quickly mumbles a “yes” before passionately kissing you, cupping your face in his hands

[shima-draws]

OKAY OKAY SO I had this idea that’s similar to Reverse Falls—except everyone’s personalities/roles are swapped, so for example Stan takes the place of Ford and ends up in the portal, and Ford takes the place of Stan and is stuck trying to get him back for thirty years. Mabel and Dipper swap, as do Soos and Wendy, and Gideon and Pacifica, Candy and Grenda, etc.

They’re the same people with the same likes/dislikes and talents, but their personalities are all switched around!! So while Dipper is still mega fascinated by science and mysteries and stuff, he’s very outgoing and energetic and silly, while Mabel is more reserved and very shy about her creative passions—which leads to her being the one to find the journals, and take interest in them because they’re quirky and entertaining—and written by Stan :’) Dipper has a million different sweater vests, and Mabel has buttons and pins all over her clothes!

I see Ford and Stan’s story playing out as like, Ford was the one born with six fingers but it never bothered him much, and he was a very energetic personality as a kid, leading him and Stan into tons of trouble. Meanwhile Stan has always had self confidence issues, and he always took people calling him the “lesser twin” to heart, despite Ford encouraging him not to. Stan always had an interest in the mysterious, as well as Ford, but Stan’s fascination of it stemmed from his own anxiety issues, and found that he could relate a lot to the weird and unusual (because really, a lot of them were like him, labeled as weird and dumb because of his “mental” issues)

Rest is under the cut because it got LONG lol

This all came to a head during high school when Stan started writing fiction;; and really GOOD fiction at that. He couldn’t outwardly express himself and his interest in the supernatural, but he could do that through fiction, which made everything so much easier for him since he has social anxiety! And he found he was really talented at it. Which leads to a great big story writing contest, and the principal telling Stan that if he wins he can get a scholarship and go to college for writing. (The principal also says Ford is going places, too, but the things Stan can do will get him far, while Ford will always be stuck with the more…disapproving of careers. Assuming writers are a big hit, and scientists are just seen as frauds and losers.) Stan gets REALLY excited about this, which bums Ford out a lot because he wanted to do the treasure hunting thing and search for anomalies together, but Stan protests saying this is his passion and he’s finally being given an opportunity to do something good and worthwhile with his life.

The night before the contest, Ford sneaks in to the library where all the entries are set up, and accidentally mixes Stan’s story up with someone else’s—the pages get all intermixed and weird, and he quickly leaves before he can fix it because he’s about to get caught by night security (but he THINKS he got the pages in order when he in fact did not). The next day the judges read Stan’s story and say it makes no sense, it’s all out of context and the writing is all over the place and sloppy—so Stan loses. Of course he realizes that something must have happened, and after seeing a pen that belongs to Ford on the floor, he realizes what Ford has done. Which results in their enormous fight, and Ford is the one to be thrown out of the house.

Ford still manages to make it into college anyway, despite being homeless for a time, and starts studying hard. It’s not…a good college, at all, and he gets roughed up a lot and teased by frat boys, and struggles endlessly to make ends meet financially, and battles with intense depression. But he manages, somehow :’)

Stan, on the other hand, is so torn up about Ford leaving that he is essentially writers blocked—and he can’t write anything of any worth for a LONG time. Eventually he’s forced to get a low paying job in Glass Shard, wondering where it all went wrong, and missing Ford fiercely but still too upset to reach out. (He’s sure Ford is doing fine on his own, anyway.)

Eventually Stan manages to catch the attention of a publishing company along the way, and gets enough money to finally move out and continue his work! Which leads him to Gravity Falls, a place rumored for being weird, so Stan goes there to get inspiration for his writing, and starts a new life.

Ford, meanwhile, has graduated from college, but with a degree from such a shitty place he’s turned down for many job offers. He essentially starts traveling around the country, trying and failing to get noticed, and things start getting really tight for him moneywise, and people start chasing him down to repay his college debt. Yeah. It’s bad lol

Stan decides to call up an old friend of his that he encountered working part of the industry, Susan!! Susan happily comes up to Gravity Falls to act as an “editor” of some sorts for Stan’s latest in-progress novel. Stan also starts keeping a record of all the weird things he sees in Gravity Falls in a journal—and as time passes, the more he gets involved, and the more crazy he gets about discovering the source of all the weirdness there…which leads to him discovering a cave full of symbols and eventually ends up summoning Time Baby (yes, he and Bill are swapped in this!). Time Baby tells Stan that he’s brilliant, that he can bring all of his stories to life and live out his wildest fantasies if they work together. And so, Time Baby helps Stan in order to build a portal—but not a DIMENSIONAL portal, no. A TIME portal. Because I see Time Baby wanting to extend his rule to every time period possible in this AU, but being limited by time laws and possibly a revolutionized force trying to stop him. If he gets access to a time portal he can spread his influence farther, and attempt to take over all timelines, the past, the present, and the future. And Stan, who in this AU hadn’t grown up knowing when someone was trying to con him, falls for Time Baby’s flattery EASILY, and starts building the portal with his instructions. Susan also helps, being a mechanic alongside an editor. But unfortunately, an accident during testing gave Susan a glimpse into the future, where she witnessed the horrifying truth of Time Baby’s rule. She quit the project and decided to leave Stan on his own, who realizes Time Baby’s lies and started to lose his mind as he attempted to protect himself against the overlord’s influence. Which leads to him calling up Ford!!

Ford, who is currently barely scraping by, drops everything to go see Stan in Gravity Falls, in an excited attempt to reconcile. Of course Stan is driven by paranoia and anxiety at this point, so he snaps at Ford, demands him to hide his journals, and this results in their enormous brawl. Ford gets burned, they accidentally activate the portal, and Stan falls in—to be sent to an apocalyptic future.

Unfortunately without Stan’s other journals Ford has no IDEA how the portal works. And seeing as Stan worked with a being from a future with extreme technological advancements, even with his genius he can’t figure it out right away, and especially without the other journals to help. So, as Ford struggles to bring the portal back online, he decides to take over the Shack and transform it into a science museum of some sorts. Being as outgoing as he is, Ford’s able to draw people in with his friendly personality and contagious energy, which earns him enough money to keep the Shack running. He fakes his own death (mostly to escape the mountain of debt he’s in—I know, Ford isn’t the type, but he really didn’t want people sniffing around after all he’d been through, and paying back loans is the last thing on his mind, especially since he’s avoided it already and is labeled as a criminal anyway), opens the Mystery Shack, which is home to tons of crazy inventions and neat science factoids and tours, and thirty long years pass as he struggles to work the portal again. (He tries tons of different complicated things, but nothing works. He gets very frustrated with it sometimes.)

Eventually, the summer of 2012 arrives and with it comes Dipper and Mabel! And you know, things play out pretty similarly to how the original GF universe did. Bill is an interdimensional demon who keeps track of people dimension hopping (which Mabel and Dipper inevitably end up doing once they get their hands on a space tape), Gideon is filthy rich, Pacifica is a fake psychic who has an interest in Dipper, Wendy is the girl who fixes up the Shack, Soos is the guy always slacking off and being cool (and the thought of Mabel having a crush on him is. WEIRD but consider it being like, teen Soos or smth. Soos but COOL. He could pull it off), Fiddleford is a cheeky waiter at the diner—you get the point lol.

Anyway I am dubbing this AU as UPSIDE-DOWN FALLS! (I apologize if anyone else has ever had a similar idea, but it just popped into my head and I couldn’t disregard it man;;)

Also I feel that Ford and Stan might eventually go traveling the dimensions, or a mishap occurs and they get separated or something—and Ford runs into the regular GF verse Stan, and he has a great fondness for him because they’re practically the same. (Stan won’t admit it but he really likes Upside-Down Ford too.)

[evansfm]

𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 –– 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 .

every  morning  evan  woke  up  to  a  london  sky  that  refused  to  let  the  sun  in  ;  summer  was  drier  than  spring  ,  but  the  clouds  seemed  to  linger  year  round  .  .  .  not  that  she  minded  .  she  had  ,  after  all  ,  grown  up  in  county  dublin  ,  where  things  were  always  a  bit  damp  .  still  ,  the  lack  of  COLOR  could  be  draining  .  .  .  so  she  searched  for  it  in  unexpected  places  ,  creating  little  pockets  of  color  for  herself  in  a  rather  grayscale  world  .  golden  lights  strung  on  her  balcony  ,  isla’s  bright  red  hair  and  matching  smile  ,  an  array  of  bright  letters  boasting  NME  lining  a  wall  ––  covers  from  past  decades  ,  a  rainbow  rubik’s  cube  next  to  her  keyboard  ,  two  framed  photographs  perched  on  her  desk  .  the  first  seemed  like  forever  ago  ,  a  beaming  eloise  with  a  twin  on  either  side  ;  beck  on  the  left  ,  evan  on  the  right  ,  both  planting  kisses  on  her  cheek  one  valentine’s  day  years  and  years  ago  .  the  second  was  more  recent  ,  backstage  at  a  show  in  galway  ;  kieran  sat  in  his  chair  with  his  fingers  intertwined  with  evan’s  as  she  draped  her  arms  over  his  shoulders  from  behind  ,  chin  resting  on  top  of  his  curls  and  a  smile  that  looked  SOFT  compared  to  the  goofy  one  ruairi  wore  ,  looming  behind  her  with  his  chin  on  her  head  .  she  felt  warmth  every  t​​ime  she  looked  at  them  ,  but  there  was  always  a  tug  in  her  stomach  .  .  .  the  undeniable  feeling  of  something  missing  .  she  found  her  little  pockets  of  color  ,  but  they  still  seemed  muted  w​​ithout  the  people  she  loved  ––  the  PERSON  she  loved  .

their  schedules  had  begun  to  clash  ––  and  evan  hated  the  way  she  was  beginning  to  get  used  to  the  dull  ache  of  his  absence  .  distance  had  been  a  part  of  their  relationship  for  months  ,  but  the  time  zones  were  killing  her  .  they  couldn’t  always  make  time  for  hours  wasted  away  on  facetime  ;  she  couldn’t  always  fall  asleep  to  the  sound  of  his  voice  on  the  other  end  of  the  line  .  they  were  both  where  they  were  supposed  to  be  ,  chasing  their  dreams  together  ,  separately  .  .  .  but  evan  was  beginning  to  wonder  if  the  path  she  was  on  ––  the  desk  ,  the  deadlines  ,  the  distance  ––  was  actually  what  she  WANTED  .  there  was  a  lack  of  creative  control  at  nme  ;  she  was  a  part  of  a  greater  whole  ,  confined  to  a  desk  when  she  wasn’t  out  in  the  field  .  she  felt  restless  .  .  .  bored  ,  almost  .  and  with  her  most  recent  deadline  met  and  a  job  of  her  own  ––  evan  connely  ,  sans  nme  ––  waiting  at  the  end  of  the  week  ,  she  was  distracted  .  

“  WHAT  are  you  doing  ?  ”  isla  popped  up  behind  her  ,  coming  out  of  nowhere  to  look  over  her  shoulder  .

“  jesus  ,  ”  evan  startled  ,  nearly  dropping  the  plastic  puzzle  in  her  hand  ,  “  where  t’e  fuck  did  you  come  from  ?  ”

“  charlotte’s  office  .  answer  my  question  .  ”

“  playing  wit’  a  toy  ,  ”  she  held  up  the  half  solved  rubik’s  cube  ,  then  let  out  an  audible  sigh  as  isla  looked  unimpressed  ,  then  jutted  her  chin  towards  the  computer  screen  ,  “  trying  to  put  together  a  mood  board  for  t’is  gig  i’ve  got  wit’  saint  valentine  on  friday  .  ”

perfectly  shaped  auburn  brows  raised  ,  “  we  got  saint  valentine  ?  ”

“  no  ,  ”  evan’s  lips  lifted  into  the  faintest  smirk  ,  “  i  got  saint  valentine  .  ”

“  you’re  bloody  joking  .  shut  UP  ,  ”  isla  gasped  ,  rounding  to  her  side  of  the  table  desk  ,  just  to  roll  her  chair  around  ,  “  and  you  didn’t  fucking  tell  me  ?  ”

“  no  ,  because  you  couldn’t  keep  a  secret  if  you  tried  .”

“  well  that’s  because  it  shouldn’t  be  a  fucking  secret  ,  ev  .  this  is  fantastic  ,  ”  hazel  eyes  widened  with  excitement  ,  “  so  you’re  shooting  them  for  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  t’ey  weren’t  too  explicit  about  it  .  i  know  for  certain  i’m  covering  bot’  shows  at  t’e  o2  ,  documenting  t’e  whole  thing  from  t’e  moment  they  get  there  ,  ”  evan  huffed  a  curl  away  from  her  face  ,  nodding  to  the  screen  ,  “  and  t’en  a  shoot  on  site  at  t’e  venue  .  so  i’ve  got  to  work  wit’  what  i’ve  got  .  i’ve  got  ONE  chance  here  ,  and  nicky  haven  scares  t’e  absolute  fuck  out’a  me  ,  so  i  can’t  blow  it  .  ”

“  nicky  haven  scares  EVERYONE  .  it’s  part  of  h​​is  charm  ,  ”  isla  leaned  in  ,  ma​​king  herself  perfectly  comfortable  in  evan’s  space  as  she  took  the  mouse  and  began  clicking  through  different  ideas  opened  on  photoshop  ,  “  let’s  see  what  you’ve  got  so  far  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  isla  ,  it’s  not  a  big  deal  .  really  i  shouldn’t  even  be  working  on  t’is  HERE  ,  right  now  .  it’s  not  exactly  nme  related  stuff  ,  you  kn––  ”

“  i  TOLD  you  she  was  here  today  ,  ”  a  girl  called  sophie  ,  who  manned  nme’s  front  desk  in  the  mornings  ,  materialized  on  the  other  side  of  evan’s  desk  .  a  junior  writer  ,  andrew  ,  was  hot  on  her  heels  .

“  soph  ,  now  really  probably  isn’t  the  best  time  and  it  really  isn’t  your  busi––  ”

“  someone’s  got  to  show  her  ,  ”  sophie  was  ,  admittedly  ,  obnoxious  .  and  coming  from  EVAN  ,  that  was  a  feat  .

“  show  WHAT  to  WHO  ?  ”  isla’s  voice  changed  in  tone  ,  taking  on  a  hint  of  authority  as  she  looked  at  andrew  ,  “  aren’t  you  meant  to  be  doing  some  social  media  research  right  now  ?  ”

“  i  WAS  ,  but  ––  ”

“  but  we’ve  found  something  that  evan  HAS  to  see  ,  ”  sophie  .  again  .

“  we  ?  ”

“  ME  ?  ”  evan  said  in  tandem  with  isla  ,  brows  lifting  as  she  clicked  the  final  piece  into  place  on  the  cube  .  she  glanced  over  at  isla  and  felt  a  strange  twist  in  her  stomach  when  she  saw  the  redhead  had  gone  rigid  .

“  is  this  about  ––  ”

“  rebecca  stringer  ,  ”  andrew  nodded  solemnly  ,  as  though  evan  was  supposed  to  know  who  the  hell  THAT  was  .

“  better  known  as  BEX  ,  ”  sophie  added  .

it  was  evan’s  turn  to  go  rigid  .  her  back  straightened  ,  and  it  felt  like  ice  had  just  been  shot  through  her  veins  .  truth  be  told  ,  she  was  more  worried  about  conflicting  schedules  lately  .  .  .  not  the  way  bex  sing-songed  a  shortened  version  of  kieran’s  name  .  .  .  or  the  way  she  answered  his  phone  and  simply  couldn’t  remember  who  evan  was  .  .  .  or  the  way  she’d  made  sure  evan  could  hear  her  promise  to  personally  deliver  kieran  to  his  hotel  room  that  first  night  in  los  angeles  .  it  wasn’t  exactly  PLEASANT  being  reminded  of  the  instinct  that  she’d  shut  down  ,  intuition  telling  her  something  wasn’t  quite  right  there  .  her  brows  pinched  together  as  the  rubik’s  cube  slid  from  one  hand  to  the  other  and  back  .  she  glanced  over  at  isla  with  a  prompting  look  .

“  we’re  .  .  .  doing  a  piece  about  nepotism  babies  in  the  industry  ,  and  she’s  a  PERFECT  example  of  one  so  i  was  having  andrew  look  into  the  way  she  interacts  with  fans  and  her  socials  and  what  not  .  she’s  one  of  like  TEN  people  we’re  look​​ing  into  ,  ”  she  explained  with  an  apologetic  look  .  it  was  then  that  she  turned  a  sharp  eye  to  andrew  and  sophie  ,  “  don’t  know  what  THAT  has  to  do  with  evan  ,  though  .  ”

“  see  for  yourself  .  ”

“  SOPHIE  .  ”

“  what  ?  it  probably  isn’t  even  new  information  for  her  ,  ”  she  shrugged  ,  reaching  over  two  monitors  to  hand  evan  a  phone  .  twitter  was  opened  to  a  profile  with  bex’s  beaming  face  in  the  icon  ,  but  the  handle  wasn’t  hers  .  she  gave  the  pair  of  them  a  skeptical  look  before  glancing  over  at  isla  who  only  offered  a  half  -  hearted  shrug  .  it  didn’t  take  long  to  see  what  ,  exactly  ,  sophie  had  been  talking  about  ,  a  slew  of  tweets  and  retweets  .

bexupdates  :  bex  &  kieran  pulled  up  to  the  venue  together  .  .  .  and  then  left  at  the  same  time  .  why  are  they  lowkey  so  cute  annathefound  :  not  bex  wearing  a  baby  tee  version  of  the  found’s  merch  .  .  .  stanning  her  boyfriend  just  like  the  rest  of  us  

ruairidailyposts  :  ok  wait  are  evan  &  kieran  even  dating  anymore  bc  i  could  be  down  with  a  bex  &  kieran  moment  cheerupbailey  :  @ruairidailyposts  you  know  two  people  can  have  a  relationship  without  posting  about  it  right  ???  they’re  in  separate  countries  rn  lol

babybexxx  :  i  just  think  that  bex  &  kieran  walsh  as  a  power  couple  .

bxhq  :  no  offense  but  bex  is  simply  so  much  better  for  him  than  some  rando  from  ireland  like  what thefoundupdates  :  @bxhq  babes  they  LITERALLY  grew  up  together  ????

totallyconan  :  be  honest  do  u  guys  think  the  reason  evan  isn’t  on  tour  with  them  is  bc  they’re  not  together  anymore  like  she  literally  never  misses  shows

adamfitzupdates :  why  are  y’all  so  obsessed  with  a  relationship  that  doesn’t  concern  you  ???  chill bexlevitates  :  @adamfitzupdates  bc  it’s  weird  that  evan  knew  him  for  so  long  and  only  started  dating  him  AFTER  the  found  started  to  get  big  like  that’s  shady

bexupdates  :  find  someone  who  looks  at  u  the  way  bex  looks  at  kieran  on  stage  wtf  did  y’all  see  that

newruleshq  :  no  waaaay  this  man  has  a  gf  when  he  and  bex  look  so  good  next  to  each  other  LMAO  

thefoundupdates  :  according  to  the  girl  who  wrote  the  article  kieran  literally  WALKED  OUT  on  the  interview  ???  rockstar  behavior  but  also  hope  he’s  ok

evan  could’ve  kept  scrolling  for  hours  as  her  heart  rate  began  to  rise  and  rise  .  the  crease  between  her  brows  deepened  ,  and  she  reminded  herself  of  everything  she  knew  to  be  true  .  kieran  LOVED  her  .  twitter  was  a  BRUTAL  place  .  it  was  as  though  the  worst  parts  of  her  subconscious  had  come  to  life  in  280  characters  or  less  .  her  head  began  to  swim  as  her  heart  sank  into  her  stomach  .

“  what  does  t’is  ––  .  .  .  ”  her  voice  cracked  ,  and  she  cleared  her  throat  ,  finally  looking  up  from  the  phone  screen  ,  “  why  ,  exactly  ,  are  you  showing  me  this  ?  ”  

sophie  looked  as  though  she  was  shocked  by  evan’s  question  ,  “  because  i’ve  dated  musicians  .  .  .  and  like  HALF  of  those  are  in  bex’s  likes  .  which  are  public  ,  by  the  way  .  just  doesn’t  seem  subtle  to  me  .  ”

“  are  you  trying  to  insinuate  something  here  ,  sophie  ?  ”  her  tone  shifted  ,  irritated  as  she  handed  the  phone  back  .

“  like  i  said  ,  i’ve  dated  guys  in  bands  ,  too  ,  and  ––  ”

“  enough  ,  ”  isla  snapped  ,  “  you’re  sticking  your  nose  where  it  doesn’t  belong  .  BOTH  of  you  should  be  off  doing  your  jobs  right  now  ,  so  ,  run  along  .  ”

both  of  them  scurried  off  without  a  word  .  

evan  was  still  for  a  moment  ,  but  her  fingertips  were  itching  for  the  keyboard  .  she  was  no  stranger  to  things  like  this  ,  unkind  words  from  strangers  who  didn’t  LOVE  the  idea  of  her  ––  despite  not  knowing  her  .  the  good  outweighed  the  bad  on  the  internet  ,  but  the  voices  who  didn’t  like  her  were  always  the  loudest  .  even  BEFORE  she  and  kieran  had  gone  public  with  their  relationship  .  .  .  even  before  they  were  ever  in  a  relationship  at  all  .  over  time  ,  she’d  learned  to  tune  it  out  and  focus  on  the  kindness  that  flooded  her  comment  sections  and  mentions  .  .  .  but  every  now  and  again  something  slipped  through  the  cracks  .  .  .  and  when  they  did  ,  she  absorbed  them  like  a  blow  to  the  abdomen  .  they  settled  into  her  memory  and  cemented  themselves  there  ,  tucked  away  until  they  found  the  perfect  moment  to  make  her  self  conscious  .  like  the  fan  who  had  commented  on  the  shape  of  her  body  before  and  after  going  to  uni  .  .  .  and  another  from  galway  who  made  it  their  business  to  let  everyone  know  she’d  slept  around  while  living  there  .  .  .  and  every  time  someone  said  she  wasn’t  good  enough  for  kieran  or  any  of  them  .  that  she  had  bad  intentions  ,  leeching  onto  the  boys  for  fame  .  that  her  career  was  based  SOLELY  on  the  four  of  them  .  

if  she  caved  and  kept  scrolling  ,  she’d  commit  it  all  to  memory  .  .  .  everything  that  made  her  intuition  about  bex  STRONGER  .  

instead  ,  she  launched  forward  and  snatched  the  rubik’s  cube  back  up  ,  immediately  distorting  its  perfect  faces  and  mixing  it  up  again  .  it  was  good  to  keep  your  hands  busy  ,  she  knew  ,  when  your  mind  began  to  run  away  .  

the  worst  of  it  wasn’t  even  TRULY  comments  about  their  relationship  .  .  .  those  hurt  ,  but  they  didn’t  sting  quite  as  bad  as  real  -  time  updates  about  kieran  and  bex  showing  up  or  leaving  venues  together  .  she  dulled  the  pain  by  reminding  herself  that  THREE  other  boys  were  never  too  far  behind  .  that  kieran  would  never  .  .  .  COULD  never  .  .  .  

but  then  again  ,  there  was  the  tweet  that  weighed  heaviest  in  her  mind  .  kieran  walked  out  in  the  middle  of  an  interview  ,  and  he  hadn’t  told  her  .  something  rattled  him  to  the  point  of  his  version  of  an  outburst  ,  and  he  hadn’t  told  her  .  that  seemed  like  something  he  would  have  told  her  .  .  .  it  seemed  important  enough  ,  she  thought  to  herself  ,  right  ?  RIGHT  ?

her  throat  felt  tight  ,  and  she  kept  running  the  tweets  she’d  read  over  in  her  mind  .  there  was  a  deep  furrow  in  her  brow  as  she  looked  down  at  her  hands  ,  still  vehemently  mixing  up  the  toy  .  something  felt  off  kilter  .  .  .  but  she  couldn’t  pin  down  which  hurt  more  :  the  slew  of  tweets  from  people  pretending  to  know  what  went  on  in  her  relationship  .  .  .  or  the  thought  of  kieran  doing  something  as  rash  as  storming  out  of  an  interview  ––  and  then  not  telling  her  .  

“  i  didn’t  know  about  t’e  interv​​iew  bit  ,  ”  she  said  quietly  ,  eyes  still  trained  on  the  colorful  cube  .  she  was  certain  her  face  was  the  opposite  ,  color  drained  .  

“  evan  ––  .  .  .  ”

“  it’s  fine  ,  ”  she  said  firmly  ,  “  it’s  probably  not  true  .  just  like  t’e  rest  of  it  isn’t  true  .  ”

her  voice  sounded  distant  .  .  .  and  she  wasn’t  sure  if  she  was  trying  to  convince  isla  or  HERSELF  .  clearing  her  throat  again  ,  she  set  the  toy  back  down  on  her  desk  and  scooted  towards  the  computer  .  

“  i’ve  got  work  to  do  ,  ”  she  said  quietly  ,  getting  back  to  the  monitor  .  though  all  she  wanted  to  do  was  go  home  .  how  many  more  people  thought  that  she  wasn’t  GOOD  ENOUGH  for  kieran  ?  how  many  people  thought  someone  like  bex  was  a  better  fit  ?  how  long  would  it  take  for  the  suggestion  to  become  potent  enough  to  make  the  people  who  KNEW  them  question  it  as  well  ?  and  if  kieran  had  walked  out  of  an  interv​​iew  ,  WHY  hadn’t  he  told  her  ?  

she  glanced  down  at  her  own  phone  screen  ,  hoping  that  maybe  she’d  missed  a  text  or  a  call  .  .  .  but  all  she  got  was  nothing  .  nothing  but  the  words  she’d  seen  written  down  ,  now  cemented  in  her  mind  :  bex  is  simply  so  much  better  for  him  .  .  .  because  SHE  was  there  ,  wrapped  up  in  the  same  world  he  was  in  .  she  was  accessible  .  immediate  .  beautiful  .  

and  evan  was  stuck  in  london  with  nothing  but  time  to  wonder  .

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She-who-fights-and-writes Coronacation Book Rec List

I know that a lot of people are stuck at home right now in dire need of entertainment, so I decided I’d put out a book recommendations list of all the books I’m currently reading and all of my must-reads!

(Just a note that a lot of these are Fantasy because I’m a fantasy nerd haha)

Books/Series I am currently reading

1. The Folk of the Air Trilogy by Holly Black (Currently on #2, The Wicked King)

Genre: High Fantasy

Setting: The land of Faerie which is kind of historical, but in the human world it is modern day

Main cast :

Jude Duarte (white, human, cutthroat, if I saw her in a Denny’s Parking Lot at 3am I would RUN)

Cardan Greenbriar (white, faerie, the true embodiment of Bastard)

Vivienne (Jude’s half-sister, lesbian with canon gf, half-human half-faerie, I would totally try to be her friend)

Taryn Duarte (Jude’s twin sister, queen doormat, still, I would take a bullet for her she’s jUST TRYING TO FIT IN)

Rating: 5/5 Stars

These books have been on my “To Read” list for so long now and for some reason I just never got around to reading them! Hands-down, these are some of the best high fantasy books that I’ve read in a long, long while.

I finished the first book, The Cruel Prince, in just two days and rated it 5/5 stars! Even though these books are high fantasy and focus on the traditions and ways of life of faeries, somehow all of the characters seem like I could meet them in real life!

The main character actually has genuine flaws and not just “””“flaws”””” and is a Bad Bitch down with murder, and the plot had me on the edge of my seat from page one!

The summary makes it sound like it’s going to be about their romance, but it’s really mostly about a power struggle and Jude being a badass.

Goodreads summary for The Cruel Prince:

Jude was seven when her parents were murdered and she and her two sisters were stolen away to live in the treacherous High Court of Faerie. Ten years later, Jude wants nothing more than to belong there, despite her mortality. But many of the fey despise humans. Especially Prince Cardan, the youngest and wickedest son of the High King. To win a place at the Court, she must defy him–and face the consequences. As Jude becomes more deeply embroiled in palace intrigues and deceptions, she discovers her own capacity for trickery and bloodshed. But as betrayal threatens to drown the Courts of Faerie in violence, Jude will need to risk her life in a dangerous alliance to save her sisters, and Faerie itself.

2. The Raven Cycle Series by Maggie Stiefvater (Currently on #1, The Raven Boys)

Genre: Present-Day/Realistic Fantasy (?)

Setting: The fictional town of Henrietta, Virginia

I haven’t gotten around to much of the book, so there’s not much I can tell you about the characters and I can’t properly give it a rating yet.

These books were also on my “To Read” list for a while; I was a huge fan of her book The Scorpio Races and have also been looking for something to quench my thirst for “private school/ghosts/magic” that I’ve been dealing with ever since I read The Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo.

I’ve only JUST started The Raven Cycle yesterday, but so far I am hooked! I’m super worried because I’m TERRIBLE at juggling two series at a time but both of these are just so interesting! 

Goodreads Summary for The Raven Boys:

“There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark’s Eve,” Neeve said. “Either you’re his true love . . . or you killed him.” It is freezing in the churchyard, even before the dead arrive. Every year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue herself never sees them—not until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks directly to her. His name is Gansey, and Blue soon discovers that he is a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble. But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can’t entirely explain. He has it all—family money, good looks, devoted friends—but he’s looking for much more than that. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents all the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul who ranges from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher of the four, who notices many things but says very little. For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She never thought this would be a problem. But now, as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore.

MY MUST-READ BOOK LIST

1. The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

Genre: Historical Fiction

Setting: 1700s Europe (England, Paris, Barcelona, Marseilles, Venice)

Main cast (I’ll try my best not to spoil anything because you find out a LOT of different stuff about these characters throughout the book):

Henry “Monty” Montague (white, bi/pansexual, attitude problem)

Percy Newton (mixed race, gay, very sweet boy, definitely got “most likely to bring home to mom” in the yearbook)

Felicity Montague (white, Monty’s little sister, headcanoned as asexual, I love her to death)

Rating: 5/5 Stars

Daring adventure, gay representation, historical setting, hilarious characters!

This book literally has it all! I would consider it one of my favorite books of all time, yet for some reason I’ve never gotten around to reading any of the sequel books! The ending is very satisfying and ties everything together, which I feel is part of the reason why I haven’t gotten around to them yet. 

Therefore, it can serve as a one-shot read or a full series if you want to dive into something good!

The humor made me laugh out loud at points and all of the characters are very real and very, very relatable, not to mention the vivid settings of 1700s Europe!

Goodreads summary:

Henry “Monty” Montague was born and bred to be a gentleman, but he was never one to be tamed. The finest boarding schools in England and the constant disapproval of his father haven’t been able to curb any of his roguish passions—not for gambling halls, late nights spent with a bottle of spirits, or waking up in the arms of women or men. But as Monty embarks on his Grand Tour of Europe, his quest for a life filled with pleasure and vice is in danger of coming to an end. Not only does his father expect him to take over the family’s estate upon his return, but Monty is also nursing an impossible crush on his best friend and traveling companion, Percy. Still it isn’t in Monty’s nature to give up. Even with his younger sister, Felicity, in tow, he vows to make this yearlong escapade one last hedonistic hurrah and flirt with Percy from Paris to Rome. But when one of Monty’s reckless decisions turns their trip abroad into a harrowing manhunt that spans across Europe, it calls into question everything he knows, including his relationship with the boy he adores.

2. The Ninth House By Leigh Bardugo

Genre: Horror, Fantasy 

Setting: Yale University and the town of New Haven, Present Day

Main cast:

Galaxy “Alex” Stern (Hispanic, sees dead people, very scary)

Daniel Arlington “Darlington” (white, rich, an angel who can sometimes be a dick)

Pamela Dawes (tbh I honestly don’t remember what she looks like, only that she’s a tired grad student with big nerd energy)

Detective Alan Turner (Black, takes shit from nobody, husband material)

Rating: 4/5 Stars

(NOTE: THIS IS VERY DARK ADULT FICTION AND CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME PEOPLE, WOULD NOT RECOMMEND FOR PEOPLE UNDER 16)

This book is a great read for someone who’s looking for a disturbing, gritty book with layers upon layers of secrets that you have to peel away as the mystery unfolds. I love the secret societies and the intricate magic systems that the book introduces, and it actually made me hungry for more books like it!

 Alex is a three-dimensional, very real character who also serves as an unreliable narrator who witholds or warps the information that she’s telling you, making the narrative all the more riveting.

The only issues that I have with it are the fact that Leigh Bardugo kind of just dumps you in the middle of it without explaining stuff first, to the point where it kind of feels like you’re reading the second installment of a series rather than the first one, so things can get a bit confusing at first.

The book also can drag and draw things out for a bit too long, but once the plot fully kicks into gear, you will not be able to put it down!

Goodreads summary:

Galaxy “Alex” Stern is the most unlikely member of Yale’s freshman class. Raised in the Los Angeles hinterlands by a hippie mom, Alex dropped out of school early and into a world of shady drug dealer boyfriends, dead-end jobs, and much, much worse. By age twenty, in fact, she is the sole survivor of a horrific, unsolved multiple homicide. Some might say she’s thrown her life away. But at her hospital bed, Alex is offered a second chance: to attend one of the world’s most elite universities on a full ride. What’s the catch, and why her? Still searching for answers to this herself, Alex arrives in New Haven tasked by her mysterious benefactors with monitoring the activities of Yale’s secret societies. These eight windowless “tombs” are well-known to be haunts of the future rich and powerful, from high-ranking politicos to Wall Street and Hollywood’s biggest players. But their occult activities are revealed to be more sinister and more extraordinary than any paranoid imagination might conceive.

3. The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer

Genre: Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Setting: Earth, Space, The Moon

Main cast :

Linh Cinder (Chinese, based on Cinderella, cyborg, certified badass)

Scarlet Benoit (French, based on Little Red Riding Hood, farmer who is not afraid to shoot you)

Cress Darnel (White, based on Rapunzel, nerd, I will protect her with my life if I have to)

Kaito “Kai” (Chinese, based on Prince Charming, kind of has to run a whole country, a very kind soul, deserves a nap)

Carswell Thorne (White, based off of Rapunzel’s Prince, bastard)

Winter Hayle (Black, based off of Snow White, royalty, has super special powers)

Wolf (Race unspecified, based off of the Big Bad Wolf, charming killing machine, furry????) 

Rating: 5/5 Stars

Do you like fairy tales?

Have you ever wanted to know what fairy tales would be like if they took place in the FUTURE instead of the PAST? 

Do you like an amazing, hilarious cast paired with a super interesting plot? 

These are the books for you!

I haven’t read them in so long, but I remember how much joy I felt while devouring these pages. Definitely something you will not able to put down!

Goodreads Summary for Book #1: Cinder: 

Humans and androids crowd the raucous streets of New Beijing. A deadly plague ravages the population. From space, a ruthless lunar people watch, waiting to make their move. No one knows that Earth's fate hinges on one girl. . . . Cinder, a gifted mechanic, is a cyborg. She's a second-class citizen with a mysterious past, reviled by her stepmother and blamed for her stepsister's illness. But when her life becomes intertwined with the handsome Prince Kai's, she suddenly finds herself at the center of an intergalactic struggle, and a forbidden attraction. Caught between duty and freedom, loyalty and betrayal, she must uncover secrets about her past in order to protect her world's future.

4. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Genre: Fantasy

Setting: Ancient Greece

Main cast:

Patroclus (Greek, Gay, quiet pining) 

Achilles (Greek, gay, very strong, student athlete energy)

Brisies (Anatolian, clever, literally the only one in this story who has a brain cell)

Rating: 100000/5 stars

This is basically the Iliad but if historians hadn’t completely erased Patroclus and Achilles’ relationship. “Haha yeah these guys were totally bros” they say, even though I have read the Iliad and their relationship isn’t even subtle.

This book made me cry at least ten times. It’s just so beautifully written and has such a distinct vibe to it that whenever I crack it open for another time, it takes me straight back to the vacation that I read it on. (Needless to say, sobbing your eyes out can be less than helpful when you’re on the beach)

If you can only read one book on this list, it should be this one. I could talk all day about it and write novels on just how much of an incredible writer Madeline Miller is, but I feel like you’d get my drift a bit better if you actually read the book.

Goodreads Summary:

Greece in the age of heroes. Patroclus, an awkward young prince, has been exiled to the court of King Peleus and his perfect son Achilles. By all rights their paths should never cross, but Achilles takes the shamed prince as his friend, and as they grow into young men skilled in the arts of war and medicine their bond blossoms into something deeper - despite the displeasure of Achilles' mother Thetis, a cruel sea goddess. But then word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped. Torn between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus journeys with Achilles to Troy, little knowing that the years that follow will test everything they hold dear. Profoundly moving and breathtakingly original, this rendering of the epic Trojan War is a dazzling feat of the imagination, a devastating love story, and an almighty battle between gods and kings, peace and glory, immortal fame and the human heart.

Hope this list helps you through your coronacation, and please don’t be afraid to reblog or message me to tell me if you’ve read/will read any of these!

[onf-headcanons]

ONF UNIVERSITY AU

A/n : ok this is just the first (?) elaboration of the au. This is also meshed with senpai au. I actually already had a few moodboards (Yuto and Minseok ones) and a senpai AU of Seungjoon that opened up the idea, its just i did not have the time and luxury to expand the au. Another reason was that timing i am still learning about ONF so I don't want to go too OOC on things I am not familiar with.

To keep it short, the boys actually formed a dance club and they named themselves ONF

I do said dance club but if you wanna utilise it like F4 from meteor garden, it totally flexible

Also totally doable if you wanna use the university au as the main worldbuilding for other AU, examples, Sibling AU, or any BF headcanons I have mentioned like the MTL for PDA. MTL to confess and MTL to leave hickies, so do check out masterlist (that is constantly updating )

Also, even though it might retcon some setting I have already done, but it is totally doable for University AU to be the prequel for Office AU.

OH HEADS UP, FOR THIS AU I AM ALTERING THEIR AGE. Their real life age difference are about 4-5 years which is unrealistic to fit for the au, so shrink age difference to 1-2 years. 

One of the project they did as a dance club, which they uploaded

Let see the members headcanons below

Hyojin : Probably musical student but if we were to jump out from stereotype,I do feel him studying marketing (analysts side)

OK if this boy does not finish his assignments in the cafeteria, then he is not Kim Hyojin lol. Constantly munching something while he trying to finish assignment or solve a problematic question

Even if Seungjoon drags him to library to do assignments . HYOJIN DEFO GONNA MAKE EXCUSE TO BUY BEVERAGE FOR THE 2 OF THEM AND SNEAKS OUT FOR A SHORT WHILE.

The type that try his best on getting good results on every class. But he never brags about it.

Should we give him a senpai au plot, I would write him as the senpai you have a crush on since high school and you did not know he attend the same university as you.

Changyoon : Design student for sure😉 Interior design, graphic design or even fashion design. Oh! Film Director also not bad? (I mean he has loads of ideas and thoughts also let's not forget about Incomplete MV)

Ppl which are not in their circles would be like, "how did you even get along with the others?" Because his majors are very different compared to the other 6

Hmm I do feel it is more like Changyoon did not make the first move to join the group. Probably the Capricorns/ENFPS (Seungjoon or Jaeyoung)

So maybe he kinda drop by to a short marketing class so that he can gain insight on how advertisements film can grasp audience heart. There he either met Hyojin or Seungjoon (maybe both) ,then only the bond gets deeper

After knowing each other he finally comfortable to be himself and does not feel awkward anymore...

Also including this hc here because I only thought of it when writing. HYOJIN,CHANGYOON, SEUNGJOON AND MINKYUN teaming up to sing something? Like them 4 have a YouTube channel that upload their covers, without showing their faces, using illustrations drawn by Changyoon

Seungjoon : Could go for science genre or maybe business administration? Also anything related with mathematics(that need flexible solving) might suit him too

Might occasionally appear in the library. Not really searching for books to read,more on giving himself the environment to complete assignments. But visits bookstore too

Maybe, the most social-able being in the group. Constantly waving or say hi to acquaintance/classmates passing by. Even though that, there are never rumours or scandals of Seungjoon being playboy. (But totally the first one in the group to get a GF, hint established in his senpai au)

Like people only notices the group because of him because of his social skills. Its kind of like the fairy who brings/enlarge the fandom lol

You can read his Senpai au here

Might doing part time job at a cafe nearby university because of distance+ time convenience purposes. The other members of the group might occasionally hang out at the place, waiting for him to finish his shift or Yuto to finish his lessons and then they go eat dinner

Jaeyoung : High chance of choosing communication related genre or/also social science/sociology related genre. I won't be surprised if he will choose psychology or behavioural science

Easily to find him in library searching for books to read/expand his pov. Sitting beside windows

One of the hyungs that will explains Korean to Yuto. Especially idioms.

First impression would be the quiet good looking one that definitely gonna stay back to ask lecturer more questions

The second on in the group to get a GF. But very very low key.

Linking to the tutor AU I posted recently, he might be teaching online to gain extra income because he does not want to do part time job to exhaust himself as he want to reserve energy to dance. Which also the main factor he suggested Yuto to do online teaching later

Minkyun : Musical student but focusing on composing. To jump from stereotypes, he could be going to broadcast communications, to become professional radio DJ

He might also join another club which is established by uni it self to make radio broadcast that plays at the cafeteria.

Cues in other members all recognise his voice immediately. Lol if he qccidentally messed up on some wordings, the next time they meet they are gonna tease him for sure haha

OK this applies to all of them but I only remembered to include this during writing for Minkyun, the boys are totally banned from playing any games at the cafeteria lol (not a strict ban but they are loud lol.) So they changed plans to play game and hangout at home, with Yuto coming over to sleep over.

Yuto : the exchange student / the foreign student who is majoring in Korean language. High chance going for Korean language teaching later.

Once they knew Yuto's Korean Proficiency level are above average, the boys are supportive and proud of him af. Lol also his devilish hyungs teasing him that he should get a girlfriend, it is a way to master language lol

Cues in his hyungs helping him out by giving him small tests of Korean grammar

Could be the only one who lives in university dorms. But he gets to have sleepovers with his hyungs at their house during weekends (rent or family residence,up to you)

Even encourages him to try out online teaching beginners first to gain experiences

Probably feeling sadden the most when found out Minseok had to quit university. Also could not help feeling lonely when his hyungs graduated. (Some did extend studies but some did not. My hunch, Minkyun and Chang Yoon could be the first two to graduated first. Jaeyoung and Yuto being the last two to graduate)

Minseok : a junior who studies history and choosing Japanese + Chinese as sub majors. Who knows, he might choose translating/interpreting as major later (I mean have you seen some interviews where he used Japanese and Chinese, damn his pronunciation is good, trust me cos i speak both language)

Did not get to stay long, maybe just 1 year and a half then he had to quit university because his whole family are moving out from the country (no worries they contact each other online frequently). His hyungs defo doing a farewell party for him.

Even though short time, but he gained the title of university sweetheart by the first day he starts uni. 

Same as Seungjoon and Jaeyoung, the type to find him in library alot.

Of course gonna ask Yuto a lot of Japanese grammar questions

BTW if link to Sibling AU, should we link it to the double Kim household, Minseok did not drop out. He could have participated an exchange program and had to leave for overseas to complete a course at a better institute

A/N : Ok I am gonna stop here before it gets even messier (slaps forehead I changdolled while writing this)

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - How A Star Is Born ch.II

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.I - ch.III

AO3 link

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No one had ever seen Stanford so angry. Down below, lightning struck the Earth fiercely. A bolt even hit a tree, making it catch on fire, and it grew until the whole forest was ablaze. Thousands of humans prayed for the gods to show them mercy and forgive them for whatever they did wrong, but their pleas were ignored as every god was sent out and coordinated by Fiddleford to find the lost baby.

While awaiting for any results, Stanford paced the temple with Mabel in his arms, sensing his anxiety and missing her twin, and therefore crying weakly into his chest, clinging onto him for dear life. His anger finally burning out, Stanford ceased his pacing and cradled his grandniece as he blinked his eyes dry.

It hit him right then and there with a force that would kill a mortal that this tiny little girl was quite possibly his only family left. Stanford had sworn to keep her and Mason safe and he had failed just one month into the job. They had been home, secure and guarded, and yet Stanford failed to keep them safe and now Mason could be hurt or worse. And he could have lost Mabel, too.

Shaking, the distraught god kissed Mabel’s head softly and whispered, “I’m sorry, my dear. I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Footsteps could be heard. Stanford knew something was wrong when Fiddleford was not using his god-like speed to run to deliver the message. He was stalling, walking like a mortal. The god of intelligence swallowed the lump in his throat down and waited for his friend to speak.

Fiddleford sighed. “We found him. He’s alive. A very nice family took him into their orphanage n’ are takin’ good care o’ him.”

“Why did you leave him there?” Stanford asked. “Why didn’t you bring my boy home?”

“Stanford, he can never come home. He’s mortal now.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The ruler of the gods sat at his massive desk, holding his head as he re-read the reports of the sun’s chariot and when it was due to be covered by the moon, when he heard a small, childish giggle. He smiled to himself and rolled a scroll shut, deciding he had accomplished enough work for today.

“Hm, I wonder where my little starshine is.” Grunkle Ford thought out-loud and heard more giggling. He looked around the vast, open room, pretending to search, though he was quite sure he knew where his little girl was. “Is she hiding? She wouldn’t hide from her old man, would she?”

The giggling grew and was shushed in a hasty attempt to remain hidden. Grunkle Ford grinned and quickly lifted the whole desk with his super strength, but he was surprised to find no child beneath him. “Hm, where is my favorite niece?”

“Here I am!” A loud cheer ran behind him and made Grunkle Ford jump. He turned to find a little brown-haired girl in a white dress hanging from his big hair, grinning with a missing tooth in her mouth and with eyes that sparkled and shined.

“There you are!” Grunkle Ford tried to grab her, but Mabel hopped down and ran away.

“You gotta catch me!”

“Come here, you!” Grunkle Ford laughed as he ran after her, wiggling his twelve fingers, promising tickles if she was caught.

Mabel ran as fast as she could. Not quite as fast as Uncle Fiddleford could, but still fast. She ran through the halls of vases full of pictures and through the garden and in the fields of clouds, passing laughing gods as she did so and calling out hello and good morning to them. At long last Stanford dove and they tumbled on some fluffy cumulus.

“Got you!” Grunkle Ford laughed, making Mabel laugh, and he began to tickle her and nuzzle his little scruff against her neck, tickling her even more.

“Gr-Grunkle F-F-Ford, no!” The young god laughed. He ceased his tickling, having Mabel in his lap, and they both calmed down and reminisced in each other’s company. “All done with your boring grown-up work?” Mabel asked.

“For today, yes.”

“Yay! Can we play today? We can play sword-fighting!”

“That does sound like fun, but remember you have your art lessons with the muses soon.” Ford gently brought up.

Mabel’s smile dimmed. She liked her lessons, but she liked playing with her grunkle more. “Oh, okay. But can we play when I’m done.”

“Of course, and Fiddleford should be done with his messages by then, so he should be able to join us.”

“YAY!” Mabel cheered and bounced in her guardian’s lap. Playing with Grunkle ford was the best, but playing with Grunkle Ford and Uncle Fiddleford was the best best!

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Mabel peeked out onto the valley below them. Just outside of the clouds was a vast valley filled with wildflowers. She could run around and play and even pick some flowers for Grunkle ford to surprise him. This was a good plan. Mabel smiled and took one step outside of the golden gate, but a pair of arms scooped her up and hugged her.

“Where are you going, young lady?”

“Grunkle Ford, let go.” Mabel giggled.

“Now, you know better than to leave Olympus.” Grunkle Ford said kinda stern-like.

“I’m just going down there, that’s all.” Mabel whined her explanation, pointing at the valley below. “I’ll be right back, I promise! I wanna go exploring.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you don’t go out there.” Grunkle Ford put her down so she could stand beside him. “It’s dangerous. You could get…”

“Hurt or get lost or even get kidnapped.” Mabel quoted. She had heard this many times before.

Grunkle Ford chose to ignore her cheekiness. “So, please, remember to stay inside Olympus…”

“At all times,” Mabel finished for him. “And if I see any strangers, don’t talk to them. Come straight home. Okay, okay.” She sighed as Fiddleford joined them, having heard much of the conversation.

“Mind your guardian, Mabel.” He warmed gently.

“Yes, Uncle Fidds.” She said, hugged them both, and ran off to play in the gardens.

“And be careful not to…”

“Stanford, who does she remind ya of?” Fiddleford asked with a chuckle. Stanford raised an eyebrow warningly at his friend, but then Fiddleford said, “She’s just like ya when ya were a youngin.”

“That’s what worries me.” Stanford sighed.

“She’s a god, for Hera’s sake, she’ll be fine.” Fiddleford assured him, ruffled the god’s graying fluffy air, and left him alone to his many thoughts.

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Mabel broke off a piece of the twig and threw it down on the clouds, watching it disappear through a little hole and the cloud reform, her legs dangling off the edge of the temple as she growled in her throat and snapped off another piece of twig. Uncle Fiddleford bit back his chuckle and sat next to her. “Need somebody t’talk to, lil’ Sweet Tea?”

“I just wish Grunkle Ford would talk to me.” The twelve-year-old snapped bitterly. She hated that; she didn’t like getting angry, and she especially didn’t like getting angry at someone who was trying to help. She took in a deep breath to collect herself and she began to explain herself. “I was in the Hall of Records.”

“Hm, hm.” Uncle Fiddleford hummed and nodded, to show he was listening.

“And I saw that vase again with Grunkle Ford holding two babies.”

“Hm, hm.”

“When I asked him about it he took it from me and told me to go away. Well, okay, he told me to go out and play, but he wouldn’t answer my questions or even talk to me or look at me.” Mabel was kicking her legs to let out some energy. She was a sweet girl who never hated anything or anyone, but she hated secrets. “I know that baby was me and someone else but Grunkle Ford won’t say who! Why won’t he just talk to me?!”

“Mabel, sweetie,” Uncle Fiddleford put an arm around her shoulders and she instantly threw her stick down and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m sure he wants t’talk t’ya, but it hurts.”

Mabel blinked and looked up at Uncle Fiddleford when he said that. “Why? Did… I do something wrong?”

“No, honey, no.” Uncle Fiddleford quickly corrected himself and petted her long brown hair. “No, it’s not your fault, it’s just… You’re the only family he has now. That’s why he’s so overprotective, see, n’ why… n’ why he doesn’t wanna talk ‘bout your brother.”

Mabel stared at him with a hanging jaw. “My brother?”

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Stanford held his head, his twelve fingers combing his gray fluff. He was doing it again. Making mistakes, letting Mabel down. He knew he should be more honest with her, but she would never look at him the same way again. Mabel was bound to blame him for the disappearance of her twin, just like he did, and the immortal didn’t think he could live with that precious little girl hating him.

A small hand touched his shoulder and he lifted his gaze from his hands, sitting up at his desk to try to appear more put-together than he really was. “Mabel, how may I help you?” He asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose and then smiled at her.

Mabel climbed up into his lap slowly and wrapped her arms and legs around him so she was giving her a powerful Mabel-hug. Grunkle Ford hugged her back and combed her hair with his fingers and rubbed her back, but was floored by what she had to say. “I know about Mason.”

The god’s hold tightened. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m not mad.” Mabel shared quickly in hopes that Grunkle Ford wouldn’t blame himself. “It wasn’t your fault, you know.”

“No, Mabel it was.”

“Grunkle…”

“You and your brother were… are my responsibility.” He said grimly. “I’m supposed to look after you, protect you, and I failed to do that. Your brother, Mason, was under my watch, under my protection, and someone stole him and turned him mortal.”

“Isn’t there something we can do?” Mabel mumbled into his chest.

“There isn’t.” Grunkle Ford said tiredly, but then made himself add something so Mabel wouldn’t give up hope, like he had. “At least, there is nothing we can do.”

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Soos and Melody held onto each other tightly on the cart, one grinning with excitement, one slightly terrified. “Dipper, slow down!” Melody shouted.

The twelve-year-old was deaf to the call as the wind howled in his ear from his speed. Despite being a scrawny kid with noodle arms and legs, Dipper was much stronger than he looked. Clumsily strong, but his strong legs promised speed when he chose to run, and with nothing but wide open spaces in front of him, in his mind, he was free to roam like a wild horse.

“You got it, dude!”

“Soos!”

“What? Best way to control his strength is to use it more.”

“Yeah, but… slow down, Dipper, we’re coming up into town!”

At once, the boy planted his heels on the ground, creating craters in the dirt, and the cart jolted so hard that Soos flew off and hit the wall of a building with a crunch.”

“Oh, man!” Dipper gasped and helped his boss up. “S-Sorry, Soos.”

“It’s cool, dawg,” Soos said calmly, dusting off his dirty, dark green toga and brown cap, smiling. “Best stop so far! You didn’t even break the cart.”

Dipper smiled sheepishly at that; most kids didn’t have to worry about that, but hey Abuelita always said count your blessings. “Want me to unload for you?” He offered, picking up the huge stacks of hay with one hand like it was as light as a feather.

“No, not yet, first I gotta finagle with the dude.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Any idea how much we made this season?” Melody asked, looking up the huge stack of hay Dipper let down on the cart with a loud bump.

“Well, let’s see…”

“Two tons of hay, making the weight four-thousand-and-three pounds, with a value of one-hundred-and-seventy-one euros.” Dipper stated plainly, not in a snobbish way like she should have known that, but in a way that made it clear that it seemed obvious to him.

This was not a surprise to either of the love birds. Not only was the orphan incredibly strong (and clumsy), he was very intelligent and had a head for numbers and math. “Wow, impressive, dude. Okay, you stay by the cart while Melody and I see if we can work out a deal.” Soos said and they walked into the ring of the town and entered a store.

Dipper sighed from the heat and leaned back on the cart, entertaining his imagination by multiplying thousands in his head, when he heard something that sounded like a struggle. The boy saw the other fellow farmer, Lady Susan, struggling with a huge box of fruits as she tried to carry it into the store, but Dipper hurried to her and helped her not drop it. 

“Careful,” He said gently as Lady Susan sighed with relief, grateful for the extra pair of hands as her helper was hidden by the crate.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” He said, peeking around to smile at the old lady.

At once her smile dropped. “D-D-D-Dipper, it’s you. H-Hi.”

“Hi. Let me help you take this inside…”

“Oh, that’s okay sweetie.” Lazy Susan said quickly and snatched the crate out of his hands and struggled into the store. “I-I-I-I got it, y-y-you go on and p-play.”

“You sure?” Dipper asked; it looked like Susan might break her back.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine!” And Lazy Susan let the door slam behind her.

Dipper kicked the dirt as he made his way back to the cart, but a frisbee blocked his path. He picked it up just as three boys his age came running, but froze like ice at the sight of him. “Hey, you need another guy?” Dipper asked, hoping for a chance to play. Maybe he could prove he wasn’t as weird as people thought.

“Uh, s-s-sorry, Dip, but we already got five and we want to keep it an even number.”

“Five isn’t…” But the frisbee was snatched and the three ran off before he could say another word, but that didn’t stop the hurtful mutter of “nerd” and “weirdo” from reaching his ears.

Dipper leaned back against the cart, hands behind his back. He tried to get his mind back to multiplying numbers, but voices echoed in his head. No wonder he was an orphan. No one would want a…

“Heads up!” The frisbee came flying back, way over Dipper’s head, but excited for a chance to show that he could do something right, he ran after the toy and jumped to catch it, a smile on his face, hoping and praying that for once…

SMACK! Dipper flew right into a pillar that wiggled and looked incredibly unstable. Dipper quickly stood up and tried to hold it still, seeing how if it fell a whole building would collapse. “No, no, no! Not again!”

One wrong motion and the pillar smacked into the opposite one, creating a domino-effect with the houses and buildings. Dipper gasped in horror and thought that if he could run to where the crash was happening, he could stop it. He freed his arms by throwing the pillar, but that caused another domino-effect. Dipper yelled with fear and ran as fast as he could to the edge of the town, but he was too late. Two huge rows of buildings were now reduced to rubble.

It was like all the townsfolk shot up at once and stared at Dipper. He smiled sheepishly and wiggled his fingers, but he didn’t have nearly enough charm to get out of this mess.

Soos and Melody were by his side in an instant. “Dipper…”

“That’s IT!” Lazy Susan screamed as she emerged from the rubble that was her store. “We can’t keep cleaning up after this boy, Ramirez!” 

The whole town yells like an angry mob in agreement. “L-Look, I’m really sorry, it was an accident.” Dipper stuttered. “I’ll clean it up, I can…”

“Haven’t you already done enough?!”

“He’s too dangerous to be around normal people!”

“Yeah!”

“Dudes, dudes, please,” Soos called and got everyone to quiet down. “He’s just a kid, he just can’t control his strength, but he will someday, just you wait and see.”

“I’m sorry, but we just can’t keep doing this!” Lazy Susan shrieked, stressed and angry. “You just keep that… that… freak outta town!”

The crowd yelled and shouted in agreement, leaving poor Dipper alone with the odd couple who were now shunned because of him. At least the cart was still in one piece.

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Soos stood at the doorway of the orphanage that sat on the farm. All the other kids had gone to bed or were inside playing, but one boy sat on the highest hill by a tree, watching the stars appear as the sun was setting. He was always stargazing. Soos sighed to himself and walked up the hill to try to help. “Dipper, you… don’t listen to those jerks. They’re just…”

“Soos, they’re right!” Dipper yelled and kicked the dirt beneath his sandals. “I am a freak! I try to fit in, I really do! But… I just can’t.”

“That’s a good thing, dude.” Soos said and stood next to the boy, who gave him a surprised look. “You shouldn’t try to be like anybody else. You should try to be like you, dawg, cuz you’re pretty cool.”

“No I’m not.”

“What, you kidding?” Soos lightly punched his shoulder. “Helping the lil’ dudes with school, getting tons of work done on the farm. You’re a cool dude, dude. Trust me.”

Dipper shrugged. “I guess, I just… I feel like I really don’t belong here.” He looked up at his caretaker and asked, “You said you and Melody found me, right?” When Soos nodded, Dipper pulled his metal out from under his toga and gazed down at the symbol of the gods. “This is the only clue I have to figuring out where I am from. Maybe… maybe if I know where I came from it’ll help me figure out who I am, why I’m so… weird.”

The boy sighed and tucked his necklace back under his clothes. He looked up at Soos and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m ready to go.”

To his surprise, Soos was smiling. “I know you are, dude. You’re old enough to know what you wanna do. I’ll help you pack.”

Dipper grinned and hurried back to the orphanage with him.

At sunrise, Dipper stood outside where he had been raised. Abuelita gave him a satchel full of food, Melody gave him a cloak to wear to beat the cold, and Soos gave him a noogie in farewell. With one last hug, the boy was off to discover where he belonged and who he was.