#stanley x re

[stab-me-mommy]

we all need a yandere dommy mommy sometimes, don't we?

i'm nosferatu. 21, any pronouns. and i really fucking like yanderes.

this means that on this blog, you get to see your favorite characters as a yandere. well, my favorite character, but that's just details.

i write yandere stuff on my other blogs, so i'll just list off fandoms i don't have blogs for. yes, there can be non-yandere stuff here too, but it's mostly yandere here.

slashers:

Jason Voorhees (Friday 13th series)

Pamela Voorhees (Friday 13th series)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street series)

Tiffany Valentine (Child's Play series)

Charles Lee Ray (Child's Play series)

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Stu Macher (Scream)

Pearl (Pearl movie)

Hannibal Lecter (Silence of the Lambs; book/sir Anthony Hopkins version)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies and game)

Drayton Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies and game)

Nubbins Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies and game)

Chop-Top/Robert Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies)

Sissy Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre game)

Johnny Slaughter (Texas Chainsaw Massacre game)

Ji-woon Hak/The Trickster (Dead by Daylight)

Jason the Toymaker (Creepypasta)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

games:

Jimmy (Mouthwashing)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil: Village)

Allied Mastercomputer (I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream - game version)

Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Fate (Death and Taxes)

Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us)

Bluebeard (The Wolf Among Us)

Tanner Grayton (Scrutinized)

Ascended Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3)

Cazador Szarr (Baldur's Gate 3)

Raphael (Baldur's Gate 3)

Haarlep (Baldur's Gate 3)

Genji Shimada (Overwatch/Overwatch 2)

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes (Overwatch/Overwatch 2)

Alduin (The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim)

Molag Bal (The Elder Scrolls series)

Mehrunes Dagon (The Elder Scrolls series)

Hermaeus Mora (The Elder Scrolls series)

Hircine (The Elder Scrolls series)

Sanguine (The Elder Scrolls series)

V/Jihyun Kim (Mystic Messenger)

Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger)

707/Saeyoung Kim/Luciel Kim (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown/Ray/Saeran Kim (Mystic Messenger)

Two-Face/Harvey Dent (Batman: Arkham Series)

Il Dottore (Genshin Impact)

anime/manga:

Shuu Tsukiyama (Tokyo Ghoul)

Dio Brando/DIO (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood and Stardust Crusaders)

Kars (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendency)

Light Yagami (Death Note)

L Lawliet (Death Note)

Misa Amane (Death Note)

M/Mihael Keehl (Death Note)

Yato (Noragami)

Asura Kishin (Soul Eater)

Arachne Gorgon (Soul Eater)

Medusa Gorgon (Soul Eater)

Giriko (Soul Eater)

Justin Law (Soul Eater - manga version)

Noah - Greed (Soul Eater)

Noah - Wrath (Soul Eater)

Franken Stein (Soul Eater)

Elf (NANBAKA - version)

animated series/movies/cartoons:

Seraphim (Blood of Zeus)

Zeus (Blood of Zeus)

Hera (Blood of Zeus)

Apollo (Blood of Zeus)

Hades (Justice League Animated)

Asmodeus (Helluva Boss)

Mammon (Helluva Boss)

Valentino (Hazbin Hotel)

Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

live series/movies:

Merle Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead, early seasons)

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Edward Scissorhands (Edward Scissorhands)

Willy Wonka (Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory)

Jerome Valeska (Gotham)

Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham)

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane (Gotham)

The Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch (Gotham)

Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

The Riddler/Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Victor Zsasz (Gotham)

Barbara Kean (Gotham)

Loki Laufeyson (Avengers 2012)

comics:

The Batman Who Laughs/Bruce Wayne (general concept)

The Grim Knight/Bruce Wayne (general concept)

Batman/Bruce Wayne (general concept)

Owlman/Thomas Wayne Jr. (general concept)

The Joker (general concept)

Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel (general concept)

The Hulk/Bruce Banner (general concept)

Superman/Clark Kent (general concept)

Ironman/Tony Stark (general concept)

Deathstroke/Slade Wilson (general concept)

the list most likely will get updated.

[feelingthedisaster]

james es tremendo tincho. punto

[fandom]

No but seriously imagine it

The aftermath of discourse emanating from the Teraleak is keeping Pokémon fans very busy making memes and discussing lore. Everyone who enjoys first-person psychological horror adventure games is enjoying the first-person psychological horror adventure game that is Mouthwashing. And, in a huge moment for emos, the Phandom, and generally, people who were conscious in the 00s, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy played together for the first time in 17 years, and Dan and Phil re-enacted a Tumblr post from 2015 about them kissing on stage during an MCR x FOB performance. This is Tumblr's Week in Review.

Liam Payne

Artists on Tumblr

Mouthwashing

Gravity Falls

Agatha All Along

Halloween

Pokémon

Stanford Pines | Gravity Falls

Stanley Pines | Gravity Falls

Free Palestine

Cats of Tumblr

Batman

Bill Cipher | Gravity Falls

Dan and Phil

Jujutsu Kaisen

The Amazing Digital Circus

Agatha Harkness | the Marvel universe

US Politics

Critical Role

Formula 1

[lovelyahoy]

Dr. Stone: One-shot Continuation.

Word Count:14,105.

Warnings: Contains MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS including the ending. A certain timeline towards the end was swapped around for story-progressing purposes, it completely follows the plot at a fast pace. (I re-read this five times, editing and changing stuff and I'm sorry if it's like super messy, I can't read this word dump again.)

Summary: Part two of this post, so fluff & suggestive words/actions, and random shit again but mixed with the after-petrification scenarios. A lot more dialogue this time.

Taglist: @nishayuro, @feverish-dove (Sorry y'all I kinda got very carried away LOL)

Pairing: Stanley x Fem!Reader x Xeno

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"HEY! Don't put my husband there!" [Y/N] watched with annoyance as bullets rained at them, one almost striking her in the leg. Xeno had been used as a shield, making her heart drop straight into her stomach.

Hyoga hummed, eyes still weirdly kept shut. "I'd put you instead, but you aren't as important."

She desperately wanted to kick the smug bastard off the motorcycle, holding in the urge because she wasn't a psycho.

"I'll have you know I'm a fucking DOCTOR, what are you? some spear-twirling princess?" Xeno snorted, squinting his eyes trying to see through the dust piling up. He knew Stan wouldn't miss his shots, having no reason to worry he didn't mind being put in the line of fire.

Maybe worried about his wife who wouldn't stop arguing with the enemy, the motorcycles bumped around the dirt path. The wheel hit a rock when [Y/N] yelped and nearly fell off, being grabbed by a frantic Ryusui, balancing his grip on the back of her shirt and the steering wheel.

"Hyoga pull her up!"

"Hm. no."

"Drop me, and my husband will shoot your ass!" [Y/N] felt a pebble strike her cheek, whining but staying still.

"With what gun?" Hyoga taunted, pushing Xeno further over the bike, the scientist kept his eyes on [Y/N] beginning to panic from her position.

"Okok! Whatever help me up!" She could feel the pirate boy's hand beginning to slip, the motorcycle going side to side. A harsh tug brought her face away from the ground, and she nearly fell to the other side but managed to hold onto the driver.

She was going to kill this disrespectful brat. The sound of something getting closer reached her ears, her eyes narrowed not being able to see anything.

Two shots rang out, blood splattering onto her face and neck. Practically giving herself whiplash, she spun her head, worried that Xeno had taken the hit instead. Sighing in relief when it was Hyoga who did.

Only one person could've land those.

"SHOOT HIM AGAIN HONEY!"

Xeno's mouth was covered with a wooden gag, leaving him no choice other than to glare at her, hoping she'd notice and sit down properly.

She pouted her lips, trying to hide the smile that threatened to appear. Unfortunately, the spear user had some sort of body made of fucking steel, so the bullet's damage wasn't grave.

Encouraging her husband to shoot some kid was a little messed up, but hey it's a new world, and he had it coming. Kidnapping a soldier's lovers, like that would ever end in sunshine and rainbows.

She tried to ignore how biased she was being, when they shot Senku she nearly flipped the castle. Hyoga didn't mean anything to her though, so she was justified.

It felt like hours before they settled down, losing the 'rescue' team when the plane blew up. After cleaning the crimson liquid off her face, [Y/N] was enjoying a...whatever meat this was from...while standing next to a finally untied Xeno.

"A ropeway!"

"Nope."

Senku cackled, twisting a pinkie in his ear sending [Y/N] a smug smile.

"Scared? Seems unbefitting of you, Dr. [Y/N]." Freaking leek-kid. Her eyebrow twitched, finishing the last bite of her food and stomping towards Senku. Getting yoinked back by Xeno, she sent him wide eyes, bottom lip jutted out.

"Please?"

"Pushing him down the cliff, wouldn't be efficient my dear."

"You shot him."

"Correction, Stan did."

"Who ordered it?!" He smiled gently, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. [E/C] eyes turned into hearts, and forgetting her little vengeance, she snuggled up to Xeno.

"More~" She gave him a kissy face, earning her one...JUST ONE.

[Y/N] deflated like a balloon in the background, fake tears building in her eyes. Chrome poked her with a stick, screaming when she suddenly stood up straight, focusing on Xeno's voice sounding so hot.

"Wire made of carbon and steel. Light, yet sturdy. Truly Elegant." Xeno held it in his clawed hand, observing the craftsmanship.

"Weight limit is about 160 kilograms." Senku calculated in his head, earning him a nod from his mentor. Technically speaking, everyone could make it over with no issue, the time crunch was the problem, and the pairings.

"There's more than just the numbers to consider, the real issue is [Y/N] and Xeno," Kohaku spoke through the stone age phone. "If we don't put any thought into this, and in the end, Xeno, [Y/N], and Suika are the last ones left down below..."

The blonde girl continued. "The biggest cause for concern though, would be pairing them two with Hyoga—"

"Hell no! I'd rather jump off this damn thing than be near him again, nearly murdered me." [Y/N] came up like a protective hyena, standing in front of Xeno and blocking Hyoga's view of him.

"I believe that deep down, we're much alike, Xeno. The two of us could flee together and rendezvous with Stanley's crew."

"Elegant offer, but my wife doesn't seem fond of the idea." The animalistic noises stopped, watching in amusement when [Y/N] nodded her head vigorously.

"As much as I want to go back to our husband, we aren't going to—whatever actually, I don't care at all about this, however, you aren't allowed to be near my Xeno!"

In the end, [Y/N] couldn't let sweet Suika ride with Hyoga, so with a frown she watched Xeno sit down, he offered her a reassuring smile. There were so many words she wanted to say but didn't want to risk Hyoga getting mad and pushing Xeno down.

After they safely landed on the other side, she helped Suika sit down, and plopped right behind her. The little girl wrapped her hands around the handles, [Y/N] held the side of the seat and the back of Suika's clothing.

During their travel, the doctor hummed a small tune, trying to relax the young girl. Despite her efforts to make it a calm ride, a harsh gust of wind hit them, and the seat swerved to the side.

"SUIKA!"

Kohaku was about to jump, stopping herself when [Y/N] managed to catch the child, holding a firm grasp. "Oh shit! Don't panic, I swear I got you." Suika stopped swinging her legs, staying completely still, and could only leave her life in the hands of—a doctor! The melon head covered her bright smile, Senku told her that doctors were people who saved lives every single day.

He made sure to point out that [Y/N] was one of the greatest doctors of his time!

They made it safe and sound, Kohaku thanking [Y/N] profusely and the latter hugging Xeno, tugging him away from Hyoga's amused aura.

"Did he do anything?"

Xeno shook his head, enjoying the way she poked around his face, arms, and torso. Finishing up her search, she sighed in relief. This whole thing was stressing her out, she was only taken hostage because she refused to let go of Xeno when they kidnapped him. Not to mention getting stuck underground, her claustrophobia was so bad even Chrome was reassuring, his enemy, it'd be okay.

"Don't worry so much."

"How can I not? There's no jail I can throw his ass in."

"You say it like you've done it before..." Xeno raised an eyebrow when she slowly turned her face away from his. "[Y/N]."

She began walking away, with him hot on her heels. [Y/N] squeaked hiding behind a confused Senku. His weird hair covered her entire head. Xeno approached them, keeping a blank expression, even if he really wanted to smile at how cute she looked peeking from behind the kid's shoulder.

"Uhm...remember that scientist who suddenly quit after stealing one of your ideas?"

His silence was deafening, even Senku froze from how sharp the onyx eyes were settled on their figures. He really had forgotten his mentor wasn't this superb nice guy, his smiles and laughter were only ever meant for his wife during this time.

"Well...he didn't quit, I got dad to put him into jail after Stanley kicked his ass."

"Are you confessing to a crime right now?" Senku's scarlet eyes blinked, looking over his shoulder. "I knew your dad was an important figure, didn't think you'd be a daddy's girl though."

"Where the hell did you think I got the money I sent you and supported Xeno's projects from?"

"Right, incapable ass keke—ACK!" [Y/N] hit the back of Senku's knees, slamming her foot on his back. Suika rolled over checking his face kissing the ground.

"Anyway, to what force is anyone reporting me?" [Y/N] snickered, crossing her arms in triumph.

Kohaku and Chelsea shared a glance, maybe the trio's relationship wasn't as far-fetched as they initially thought, [Y/N] definitely had a screw loose.

Xeno didn't reply, going back over the details of said scientist. His work had been stolen, and amateurishly presented in front of the board members. The man didn't even think of changing the formatting on his folders, to which [Y/N] immediately noticed, knowing her husband's work like the back of her hand.

It was made known to Xeno that he quit, moved across the country before NASA could intervene. Seemed like his spouses didn't let it slide that easily, did [Y/N]'s action surprise him that much? no, did Stanley's? Actually no to that either, they were both very much in character.

He finally chuckled, [Y/N]'s shoulders relaxed, and she went back to normal. Stepping off of Senku, letting him regain his breathing.

"It does suck that I no longer hold any power in this era, such a shame." Images of all the food Ruby would cook, her first-class trips. From having all the money in the damned universe to being flat broke in a world where there wasn't even an economy yet was so embarrassing.

Oh my, don't even remind her of the shopping sprees. Her clothes now were okay, but her designer heels, her Le Pliage backpack collections, [Y/N] didn't feel like herself without them.

"Only a matter of time, my dear."

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"Look how hot I look in these, Xee!" [Y/N] modeled her rubber boots, being a perfect match with her black shorts and white buttoned shirt. She twirled around Xeno, and he indulged in her little runway, knowing she was trying to relax before venturing into the bug-infested forest.

Suika followed behind, copying her steps. She had been unofficially adopted by the [H/C] haired doctor, Suika didn't mind getting brought into bear hugs every now and then.

"Very beautiful."

[Y/N] nodded in agreement to his compliment, of course, she could pull off anything. Senku had mentioned that a girl named Yuzuriha was a talented seamstress, she desperately needed to meet her and plead for cuter clothing.

"What're you burning, Xeno?" Suika stopped by the mad scientist, observing the smoke and fire.

"Plants of the apiaceae family and artemisia genus, to create an insect-repelling mist." He quickly pointed a claw towards his wife, who was suddenly borderline crying at how many mosquitoes bit her upper thighs, scratching harshly.

Luna and [Y/N] watched in mutual horror as they turned army ants into an extract, and put it over their bodies. The doctor panicked when Luna foamed at the mouth and fell, there was no way in hell she'd put that on either.

Senku approached her with his hands coated in the disgusting substance, evilly grinning but was stopped by Xeno who shook his head.

"She's allergic to ants." He lied without missing a beat, standing close to [Y/N] with the repellant mist. She quickly hugged his arm to her chest, muttering 'i love you' every few seconds.

[Y/N] felt her life slowly slip away with every step, eventually making it out of the forest, then helping make a freaking waterslide that she almost flew out of, and ended with a torturous walk. Their path led them to a giant glimmering...mountain?

A Mountain of the petrification devices. Taiju jumped into the piles yelling out 'one meter! one second!' multiple times, making others join in with the antic.

"—On that day, A millennia ago, they gave the earth a coating of stone. Can you imagine what a grand sight it must have been?" [Y/N] noticed Xeno pocket a device while giving the fake hearty speech, she zipped her lips and pretended not to notice.

Until the mentalist approached them so casually, leaning his head towards the rocket scientist.

"My dear Xeno, what did you put in your pocket? A medusa perha—"

"Are you flirting? He's a married man!" Her voice cracked lightly when she pushed away Chrome who was tugging on Xeno's unmoving figure. "Don't touch him!"

Xeno kept a firm smile at her attempt to distract them, appreciating the effort.

Gen spluttered, waving his hands around. A shiver went down his spine at how she glared at him, "No no! I would never!" he couldn't even fake a persona. [Y/N] terrified him.

"It's fine, leave him be. In fact, if his interest is piqued, we oughta borrow his knowledge. Our only chance of winning against Stanley—" Senku paused, side-eyeing [Y/N] fawn when she heard the name. "Ahem, involves using the medusa."

"I'm not sure I agree with the idea of petrifying my husband." She crossed her arms, deep in thought.

"You're a hostage, you don't have to agree."

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"I'm letting it slide because you're my favorite child."

"I'm your only child—" Senku froze, the smirk on his face fell when he noticed [E/C] eyes filling up with sparkles. He didn't have enough time to avoid the hug, with a sigh he let her squeeze his soul out.

"I knew you loved me!" She smooched his cheek, earning a groan and a flustered Senku.

He wouldn't use the word 'love' but he knew a part of him cared for the chaotic doctor, their email exchanges, her financial and emotional support towards his projects, he truly did appreciate it.

"But I do have another child, Suika's now your younger sister."

"What are Xeno and Stanley's thoughts on this addition?"

"It's like a single mother situation y'know? I can't co-parent with those two."

"A single mother with two husbands, interesting." He brushed back his white and green hair, breathing in when she finally let go. She was steadily making it a habit to suffocate him.

[Y/N] watched them start working on a new ship, sitting down on a nearby rock. She'd been fake-arguing with everyone (except Hyoga), teasing their intentions towards her husband, all in an effort to mask her nervousness.

She missed spending time with both her lovers in that damn castle, it sucked being away from Stanley, making her feel incomplete. In the end, she could never say no to their little schemes, too fucking cute to deny.

Xeno joined her shortly, sitting closely and bumping their shoulders. Onyx eyes observed her scrunched-up face, he lightly traced the lines.

"You're going to get wrinkles if you keep that up."

"Would that displease you?"

"Not in the slightest, but it would bother you."

She relaxed her face, turning to look at Xeno. He held a soft smile, making her insides feel all mushy. Maybe instead of freaking out, she should've just kept her eyes solely on him. [Y/N] kissed his lips, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I miss Stan."

"I know, I do too."

"If...no, when, this is all over. I demand a cuddle session, no interruptions."

Xeno chuckled, taking off a glove to pull her head onto his shoulder, running his fingers through her [H/C] hair. "Anything you desire, my dear."

He observed his wife longer, in a way, getting through the first months of the new stone age was easier because of [Y/N]. Sure she did understandably freak out when she realized everything was gone, not to mention her reaction to their rings being gone too.

Xeno wasn't sure if [Y/N] noticed how he and Stanley felt seeing her still wear those rings with pride, showing them off to every person who woke up. A little guilty when both men had nothing representing their commitment to each other, so after settling into a more comfortable progress, he had the scouting team led by his favorite soldier to look for the materials to replicate them.

When the shock went away, she left them to handle all the 'unimportant' things while setting up honeymoon plans with what she could work with. Lunch under a big tree, covered by its shade, taking a swim at the beach—and a few moments in the mattress he had made.

When they finally settled into a rhythm, he oddly felt content with the world. Having both his partners just a yell away, wherever and whenever, they'd be right there. He was also able to create whatever he wanted without needing the approval of a corrupt system.

"Love you too, times forty-seven."

[Y/N] raised an eyebrow, confused but still blushing over his statement.

"That's how many times you said it, during the forest walk."

"Wish I could say 'bedroom now', these kiddos haven't made beds yet..." She smiled at his soft laugh, her body melted further into his, enjoying the warmth.

She was still bitter that they were turned to stone a week after their ceremony, she was going to destroy whoever did this to them. [Y/N] didn't care if it was an alien, she'd win.

(actually scared that it might be an alien)

Eventually, they stood up and joined the others, observing the new creation. The new ship looked like something straight out of a Alien vs Predator movie, [Y/N] bounced around it, observing the slanted sides.

Xeno stood back praising his kid mentee, then the topic of the medusas not being able to get tracked via radio signals was brought up by Ukyo. Chrome suggested covering the entire ship in said devices, more hours later and it was completed.

"Dammit, I planned on bedazzling my dad's yacht for his birthday, now I wouldn't be the first to do it." Ukyo sweat dropped, the more [Y/N] talked, the more she seemed out of touch with the world he used to now. Were all rich people this way? Ukyo glanced at Ryusui, right, they were not normal.

"Science is, truly elegant."

"Yeah so are we, let's get on!"

While Xeno was stuck inside some stuffy room with Senku looking over the medusas trying to figure something out, [Y/N] was being swarmed by the girls and Francois, who was serving them yummy food.

"Do they treat you right? I can't picture those two weir—hehe...eccentric?" Chelsea awkwardly laughed, "people being in a relationship."

"That scientist does seem to be fond of you." Kohaku commented, rubbing her chin in thought.

"Well I'd hope it's noticeable, I'm married to him..." The doctor mumbled under her breath. Shoving a mouthful of ramen in her mouth, the flavor was so rich, could she add Francois to her marriage?

Whenever Xeno would try cooking, it would end up in a monstrous experiment, Stanley had a habit of forgetting he had something on the stove too focused on finishing his cigarette. [Y/N] well, she rarely made anything fancy, taking her then-boyfriends to 5-star restaurants whenever they craved something.

"Yeah, they do. Rest assured, aside from their murder-y schemes and evil plans, they love me."

Luna gushed while the other two deadpanned, Francois only smiled. Suika was tuning them out for the most part, finishing up her food and rolling around trying to find out if anyone needed help.

"How does one get two husbands?!"

"Luna don't you go trying to cheat on my son." [Y/N] teasingly pointed at the pink-haired girl with her chopsticks. "It's not just me having two husbands, it's also them having a wife and husband."

Luna blinked at the utensils in her face, confused by her words. Chelsea pushed up her glasses and held up a finger in the air, trying to explain to the capable girl what those words meant.

"What [Y/N]'s saying, is that Senku would have to be into men as well."

Everyone looked up, an imaginary scenario of Senku being interested in a man flashed by their eyes, talking to each other and slowly leaning in to kiss.

"AH! Make it go away!" Kohaku waved the air, getting rid of their thoughts, except for the doctor. She'd seen the way Senku interacted with Gen, she would support her kid no matter what. Well make him have a talk with Luna first, can't have him be a cheater.

"I think I'll stick to Senku, what if I get jealous..." Luna gasped dramatically, "Oh my, does that happen to you [Y/N]?"

The woman shook her head, never did she feel that ugly emotion when they'd be lovey-dovey. Actually, she enjoyed seeing them kiss and hug, squealing whenever they'd do so. [Y/N] even had a folder dedicated to 'stanxeno' moments, sometimes telling them to kiss at random times, only to flash the camera.

"Can't be jealous when they look so hot together." She turned mushy, finishing her food and letting her head run with the faces of her lovers.

"How long have you been together? Not counting the years you were a stone." Kohaku finished her bowl of ramen as well, scooting closer to the doctor.

"Oh, overall six years and six months. Three of those married."

"Wow! You guys are pretty old huh?"

...

"I'm very good-looking for my age if you haven't noticed!"

"I never said you were ugly, old yes, ugly? Never!"

"[Y/N]!" Kohaku held back the [H/C] haired woman by the waist, stopping her from lunging at the young geographer.

"What about kids?"

Suddenly tears sprouted from her [E/C] eyes, Luna panicked and apologized for asking. [Y/N] looked like a dejected child right now, slumping in Kohaku's arms and sniffling.

"We got petrified a week after our wedding, we didn't have the luxury of time to discuss it.."

The timing couldn't have been more horrible, Francois made no comment, only handing a small handkerchief to the crying woman. So the three years of marriage were actually spent in the stone age, and the other girls deflated thinking about how hard that must have been.

"[Y/N]?" Chrome peeked his head out from the corner. "Senku asked for you."

"Oh, well excuse me, ladies." She thanked Francois for the food, stopping herself from giving them a kiss on the cheek. Walking down the wobbling steps to enter the room, the sight that greeted her had nerd written all over it.

"I'm happy to contribute my scientific knowledge if it concerns my wife and I's well-being. But you can't expect me to aid your efforts to deceive my husband. Can you?"

An evil giggle made them turn their heads, [Y/N] held her red face in her hands, muttering how adorable his speech was.

"Hey, mental case, c'mere." Senku watched her approach him, surprising her when he snatched up her hand. "I remembered your rings having a shape similar to the diamonds we found inside the medusa, they might be a different color, but it should work nonetheless."

"Senku, you know I adore you, but nothing in this world could ever make me give up these rings." Senku paused noticing she was completely serious, no teasing, no flustered state, just pure honesty. He let go of her hand, he had checked Xeno's a few moments ago but realized they weren't authentic.

"Sorry." He murmured softly, he should've known how special the rings would be to her, they weren't replicas like the other pairs. These were the original rings she managed to keep safe, even after 3700+ years.

"Oh come on! Science is much more important than some ugly rings!" Chrome stiffened when Xeno placed a clawed hand on his shoulder, the amateur scientist was sweating bullets.

"Those are lab-grown diamond rings, ones that took me two years to finally deem perfect enough. Ugly is the last word you should be using."

"Grown your own damn diamond!" [Y/N] huffed, holding her hand close to heart, offended by the word 'ugly' being thrown around her today.

"We're making a diamond alright." Senku smugly smiled like a villain, heading straight for the phone to send a message back to his comrades situated in America. Of course they weren't allowed to hear, so [Y/N] plopped down where Senku had been sitting earlier, Xeno sat as well, this time next to her.

"They're all different shades of black, well this one here is more of a gray color."

"The usage must be deteriorating the diamond over time, the much darker ones are surely a result of the world-ending beam years ago."

"You never told me you took the time to make these yourself." [Y/N] whispered, the honey and black colored diamonds glowed slightly, even if the room was kind of dark. They were important before, but now? She would die to keep the rings safe.

"Did you notice that Stanley's ring isn't exactly caramel, like his eyes?" He hummed, taking off his gloves and using his bare hand to hold hers. "He asked me to make it a honey shade, because that's what you call him."

"Please, I've heard you call him honey before too." Xeno smiled, knowing full well he did, only hiding the nickname calling whenever she'd come around to deprive her of teasing material.

"Buying things for you never seemed like the right thing to do, so what do you gift somebody who can get anything they want? Handmade crafts, something special, unique, elegant."

[Y/N] noticed he stopped looking at her hand a while ago, he was directing those last words to her. She cupped his face, pressing a sweet kiss. It turned into a feeling of desperation, prying his lips open with her tongue to swirl it against his. Xeno's arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush to his chest, her hands straying away from his face and onto his shoulders.

His lips felt so soft against hers, she tilted her head to try and better the angle, biting his bottom lip gently in response to one of his hands traveling further from her waist and lightly tapping her ass. Xeno rarely initiated intimate touches, he liked seeing them squirm when he'd surprise them out of nowhere.

"Stop that." [Y/N] mumbled against him, pressing another kiss. "There's nowhere to do it." He laughed, onyx eyes shimmering with mischief as his hand continued to venture around her. Brushing against her clothed chest, trailing up to wrap his fingers around her throat.

The pad of his thumb slightly rubbed the skin when she gulped, her cheeks were turning a bright red, and he absolutely adored it. Xeno leaned in again, giving her a sloppy kiss and applying pressure to her airway. [Y/N] held in the moan that threatened to slip out, if Stanley were here he would've scolded her for not letting them hear her sounds.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his grasp on her, letting her expression sink into his mind.

"I never should've taught you choking."

"I'm very glad you did dear."

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"And you couldn't blink an 'I miss you'?!" [Y/N] whispered, Xeno had just notified her that Stanley would know where to head next. Maybe she should've paid more attention to their morse code lessons.

"I'm sure he knows that already."

"But what if he doesn't? My poor little bubby, he's all alone." Xeno blinked at the nickname, usually, she'd say 'hubby' where'd bubby come from?

"Um, why did we construct this crazy-fortified stronghold?" Gen had drops of swear coating his entire face, gawking at the newest creation.

"For the final battle against Stanley." Senku looked like he was smug about the situation, only a few could tell he was really stressing inside.

"Are the bad guys gonna chase us all the way here?" Suika huddled up to [Y/N] who felt her soul leave her momentarily, said bad guys include her husband y'know...

"Heh, Dr. Xeno was up to no good with our radio signal. His claw was magnetized."

"You people planned to lure Stan—" Xeno felt a poke to his ribs, he glanced to the side seeing [Y/N] mouth a word. With an amused sigh, he continued. "to lure my husband here, so I don't see the harm."

"You sped up the timetable, that's the harm." Senku ran his fingers through his hair, grinning down at them. "We're out to beat Stanley, and reclaim the Perseus."

The next big step to this plan was to acquire more diamonds, [Y/N] refused to help them, one because it was a war against Stanley, and two, she was not about to go digging underground risking getting caved in, again.

Attempt after attempt, it was looking more dire. The diamonds gathered were too small, not even being able to tinker with most of them. So everyone circled around trying to decide on backup plans.

"I can just run it over and take them down with me!" Taiju yelled out, his spirit firing up.

"You'd get shot before getting a meter close." [Y/N] patted his head when he calmed down and realized she was right, these were soldiers who shot to kill any threats with no hesitation.

"What if, we all get petrified?" Chrome was on a roll coming up with ideas, it seemed like being around Senku for this long had upped his thinking process significantly.

Senku was going to build on this suggestion, realizing that it would be the best course of action, but was cut off by the sound of a loud thud.

Xeno had his arms crossed, [Y/N] sprawled on the floor in front of him. "No! I don't want to get petrified again, it was so goddamn depressing."

The dark nearly drove her crazy, she kept herself conscious because Stanley firmly told her to do so. Scared that if she didn't, she'd never see them again. [Y/N] had never felt such despair in her life.

"[Y/N] I ten billion percent promise, it won't be another 3700 years." Her 'adopted' kid firmly assured her, scarlet eyes keeping direct eye contact. He didn't enjoy being a statue either.

"She has the habit of being on the floor, doesn't she?" Kohaku observed from the side, recounting the times she'd seen [Y/N] let herself drop to the floor.

"[Y/N] grew up spoiled, she used to lay on the ground like so to get what she wanted from her father—"

"WHY ARE YOU TELLING THEM THAT?" Her body sprung up from the floor, nearly bashing her head into Xeno's chin. "No, it's just for theatrical effect. Okay? I'm not spoiled."

No one believed her.

The American-land pair were later tied up, Suika and Francois were sent out to scout the incoming military team. The rope was digging into her skin, putting her in a bad mood.

"What you must know about Stanley, is that he will not hesitate to slaughter everyone. Ethics and morals do not come into play, not when he's doing his job as a soldier and spouse."

"Yeah. I'm aware of that."

The mentor and mentee continued their weird chat, leaving the woman near them to just drown herself in make-believe positive thoughts. Wanting everyone to be safe in the end, she just desired to be happy with her hubbies and live happily ever after, was that so hard to achieve?

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In the forest a few moments ago...

"We are unaffiliated with the combat unit, we have no intention of attacking and will do as you say. Knowing that will you still execute us?" Francois held a firm posture, trying to protect everyone from getting shot.

"Nope, won't shoot you. If what you're saying is true—"

"I was adopted by [Y/N]!" Suika spluttered, shaking when the head soldier blinked in response, he didn't seem caught off guard or surprised.

"Of course you were, my wife can't go a second without gathering things she finds cute." Stanley smirked, dangling an unlit cigarette between his lips.

...

"Shoot to kill! Everyone but Xeno and [Y/N]. Show no mercy!"

Her husband's voice rang out, and despite his choice of words, warmth spread throughout her entire chest. Happiness and sorrow mixed within her, she'd grown quite fond of these kids throughout the months but knew she couldn't have them and her husbands, at least not right now.

She watched with teary eyes as Taiju and Ryusuui got shot down, barely breathing. Her inner doctor screamed to run over and help, burying the feeling when she remembered she was still tied up.

"No!" Senku was shot down, slumping to the ground with blood pooling around him. [Y/N] couldn't even bring herself to look at the bright green light approaching them, barely noticing when Stanley untied them.

"The rescue took nearly one hundred days, I imagined you'd come a bit sooner. Or were you dragging your feet because our princess was guaranteed safe?"

"Shut up, this ain't the time for your warm and fuzzy gratitude." Well at least not from Xeno's smug face, Stanley embraced the sobbing [Y/N] in his arms. He caressed her messy [H/C] hair and allowed her to pull away the cigarette, kissing him roughly.

It spelled out anger, sadness, and yearning all at once. His purple lipstick stained her lips slightly. The time left didn't allow them to continue much longer, despite the situation, he was happy to see his lovers safe and sound.

"The bottles are gone." Maya notified them, seeing the empty bag in her grasp.

The soldiers noticed a running Suika. Stanley ordered them to shoot, sending a reassuring glance to [Y/N], he wouldn't shoot the child, just the bottles. Suika fell to the ground from the force, and one fluid managed to get caught by Chrome, who threw it up to Gen awaiting in the tower.

"Catch on yet, Xeno?" Senku coughed up blood, grinning at his baffled mentor. [Y/N] realized that the leek-haired kid was going to live long enough for the beam to engulf him, meaning he'd be alright in the long run.

Stanley aimed up at the singular revival fluid bottle, weighing the pros and cons of what his shot could entail too. He didn't think for long, feeling [Y/N] wrap her arms around his waist. The blonde softly sighed, turning her face away from Xeno who had been already turned to stone.

"Bambi, they won't be able to revive you if you're holding onto me." He murmured, knowing full well Senku would bring back Xeno for his scientific specialty, and [Y/N] because he was fond of her. However, they had no reason to bring him back.

"Xeno will find a way, don't forget who we married." Hearing him call her by the nickname she'd grown to adore, made her feel like everything was going to be alright. Stanley softly smiled, she wouldn't let go, he felt selfish letting her risk it all, but he could never bring himself to push away his crying wife.

"I love you. I love you both so much." [Y/N] sniffled, hearing him light up his last cigarette and holding her tighter.

"Love you both more."

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Not alone, Stanley's right next to me.

It's ok.

Xeno, are you awake?

I can't keep thinking of our dinner dates, cuddle sessions, or our wedding. It's making me yearn even more, how long has it been?

Senku and the others circled around the stone statues, Xeno felt his heart wrench when he noticed the sad expressions they carried. He got closer, chuckling when he noticed the rings were gone. [Y/N] didn't want to risk losing them again it seemed, his own were thankfully still intact.

"All of Stanley Snyder's assaults on us were, A, justifiable acts of warfare or B, attempted murder." Ryusui snapped his fingers dramatically. "It's our testimony that counts here."

"I suppose we'll all go with option A? That's what we can offer to dear Xeno." Gen awkwardly smiled, [Y/N] was too close to Stanley to get revived, knowing that if they splashed it on her figure it would bring back the soldier as well.

"Or C, a soldier doing whatever to rescue his wife and husband, we did kind of kidnap them..." Ukyo muttered, observing the longing in the mad scientist's onyx eyes.

Xeno agreed to help them out with their moon mission, it didn't matter how long it would take. He'd bring them back, one way or another.

"Are you really playing tic-tac-toe right now?"

Xeno's smile twitched, feeling the soft tracing of a washable marker on his forehead. His girlfriend lying on top of him, Stanley held in his snickers, sitting beside him.

"I'm too lazy to get paper." [Y/N] smiled down at him, kissing the tip of his nose and drawing the grid. Placing a circle, she passed the marker over to Stanley.

Xeno had his arms loosely wrapped around her waist, sighing and allowing them to do whatever they wanted. With every color stroke, they'd give him a brief kiss as a reward.

X O X

O X O

X O X

"I hate you Stan." She grumbled, she didn't even notice him setting her up. Her pouty lips were kissed by an amused Soldier, who then grabbed a wipe to clean off Xeno's face.

Stanley finished up and laid back down, face nuzzling into Xeno's. [Y/N] smirked when they started kissing, trying to fight down the blush before they could tease her.

Ok, these thoughts need to go fucking away.

[Y/N] was slowly getting angrier than sad, will she be stuck like this? Not getting any more kisses or hugs? Swearing she'd beat Senku's ass if she woke up 50 years later and Xeno was an oldie.

Despite her efforts to focus on medical notes, memories of their relationship kept flooding her mind. Eventually letting them run wild, and once they had been replayed around a hundred times, her brain settled down.

Now remembering her procedures, surgeries that were over 24 hours, she was so damn good at her job. It felt kind of wrong to say what a shame it was she couldn't do her job as meticulously now—not that she wanted someone to get badly injured so she could help...haha...

"Ah, a wise pick for the job." Gen snickered behind his arm, Xeno turned away from them, hiding his emotions. "But I must say I'm shocked, Stan is the ultimate soldier, if we join forces again we might try to take over again."

"I'm ten billion percent sure, [Y/N]'s going to wake up pissed off and set some rules." Senku heard her yell when he got shot down, the first time it happened she sprung into action, minimizing the damage to his body, and he made a very fast recovery. This time, she could only watch in dread, he knew that had an effect on her.

Notifying the others was received with shocked yells, worried that bringing him back would cause chaos once again.

"By bringing back Stanley, we'd be waking up [Y/N] too." Kohaku stated, crossing her arms when everyone turned to look at her. "I can't object then, she deserves to be here."

Xeno trudged up the mountain accompanied by Senku, Chrome, Gen, and Tsukasa as a guard. He had brought clothes, but couldn't dress them by their positions, so he opted for a large blanket.

Not long after pouring the revival fluid, the stone began to crack. Stanley was the first to react, gladly accepting the cigarette and lighter his husband was handing over.

"What's the job?" He quirked an eyebrow when his wife took four rings out of her mouth, coughing lightly before sending him a sharp glare.

"Oh shut the hell up!" [Y/N] slammed her fist on his chest, earning a weak grunt. "What's the job? Your job is to fucking coddle me after raining bullets everywhere, which was kind of hot because you did it for us BUT STILL!" She huffed, flustering when she noticed her bare body pushed up against Stanley's.

"No more fighting, okay? not one damn shot against them, or I will divor—who am I kidding, I can't commit to that." Her resolve melted, feeling his hands rub her hips gently. She heard footsteps getting further, glancing back to see that only Xeno and Senku remained in the cave.

The latter closed his eyes, turning away slightly from the trio. Senku didn't care for nudity, but something screamed at him to look away before [Y/N] could react.

Xeno took away the large blanket, lips quirking up in a smirk when [Y/N] covered her behind with a hand, and her chest pressed closer to stanley.

"I've seen it all before, my dear."

"Stop ogling—you too! Hands off until we get a damn bed." Stanley quickly put on his new clothing, Xeno helping strap the belts near his waist and thighs. His hands wandered around, teasing the awakened soldier.

[Y/N]'s [E/C] eyes were sparkling like a happy kid on Christmas. The top was a black corset, with stitched purple flowers decorating it, accompanied by a short black skirt with shorts peeking from underneath. Thigh-high stockings covered her bare legs and finished off with black combat boots, similar to what her lovers were wearing.

She felt fingers tug on the corset laces from behind, helping her tighten them properly. Xeno stood in front, holding out another article of clothing.

"No way." [Y/N] gushed and put it on, it was a white lab coat, similar to the one she used to have in the old world. She took a few steps away from them, modeling her new clothing.

"This is what I wore on our first anniversary, well minus the skirt and boots hehe—" [Y/N] paused seeing Senku's eyebrow twitch, "Cockblocker." she muttered.

"Back to business, say you shoot a one-pound piece of ammunition, initial velocity of 600 meters per second, on the moon's surface with gravity and acceleration being a sixth of what they are on earth. Your target is a medusa device, exactly one kilometer away."

"Firing angle should be 0.13 degrees"

She loved seeing the small glints in their eyes, nerd-ing up in their own respective fields.

"Are you up for the task, honey?" Stanley chuckled, reaching out a hand to cup Xeno's face. Adoration spelled out on his face.

"Sure, I am."

[Y/N] slid next to a nonchalant Senku, 'I'm going to need a camera, no, a video recorder. Look how cute they are." he pushed away her face.

"Stop simping, get a grip woman." He removed his hand from her head, noticing she calmed down significantly.

"Are you okay, Senku?"

Scarlet eyes blinked in response, he noticed how her gaze lingered on his chest, where he had been shot. Senku roughly smacked the area, sending her a reassuring smile.

"Perfectly fine."

He would absolutely take this to the grave, but the hug she gave him felt so motherly, that he teared up.

When they relayed the full details of their next project, [Y/N] nearly lost it. Anger bubbled in her chest first, then it dwindled down into pure sadness, like a snuffed-out candle.

[Y/N] was not on board with this at all, a one-way trip to the moon? She had barely gotten her husbands back, and now one of them was departing? Not to mention Senku being part of said trip.

"[Y/N], dear..."

"I know." She murmured, "I know you don't want this either, even if you guys think it's the best course of action." trying to keep her emotions from spilling. Seven years in stone, just to get told about a moon suicide mission.

"Why did we have to get turned into stone?" [Y/N] didn't have the energy to cry, looking utterly defeated. "We worked so hard, build our lives together and we never even got to fuck at that Hawaii hotel I booked."

"Hawaii?" Stanley shot the last target, turning to look at [Y/N] with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, I reserved it for our honeymoon. Cost me nearly half a million to book the entire place to ourselves."

Xeno deadpanned, followed by an amused Stanley. [Y/N] was spoiled, that they knew, but she wasn't one to flaunt it off as her only benefit. She loved sharing her perks with the people she held close to her heart.

"We can go for free now." The soldier pocketed his gun, taking out another cigarette to light up.

"Free? Worry not darlings, I'm officially the richest woman in the...not so stone age anymore...age..." With a hand on her hip, she held a proud smirk. "I shall be taking care of us."

What they didn't know previously was that there was an economy, established by Ryusui, who folded at [Y/N]'s demands and ended up unknowingly aiding her to overturn him in the terms of dragos. "That's how they get you." Was her excuse, and the pilot couldn't help but admire her ambition.

"But really, is there no other way?"

Xeno softly shook his head, bringing her in for a hug, followed by Stanley wrapping his arms around the white-haired male. The blonde set his chin on Xeno's shoulder, looking down at a [Y/N] stuffing her face into the lab coat.

"Are you really okay with it? To get left on the moon for who knows how long?"

Stanley paused, he rarely hesitated to say what was on his mind. Her [E/C] eyes stared up at him, it stirred a feeling in his chest he couldn't decipher.

"If it's what the job requires, then I have to go."

"This isn't an obligation, not anymore. This is your life...our life." [Y/N] felt his hand brush her [H/C] hair, trying to comfort her.

Xeno closed his eyes, rubbing circles on her back. He kept his cool act up, trying to keep everyone reassured, even if he didn't want Stanley to go either.

"Xee, when Stan gets petrified we turn to stone ourselves."

They paused in their actions, she wasn't being wistful or optimistic. [Y/N] said it like a statement, one he really couldn't argue with. Xeno smiled, opening his eyes and nodding at her.

"Consider it done."

Stanley pulled away, sighing deeply. He didn't want them to sit in the dark again, for the third time. And yet, that selfish feeling he got when [Y/N] hugged him and turned to stone next to him, was present once again. Love really was a finicky emotion, wanting to be with his lovers no matter what.

His caramel eyes trailed over their gazes, both waiting for his thoughts on the condition. Bringing a hand up to brush his blonde hair back he sent them a smile, feeling his eyes annoyingly tear up.

"Yeah, you did make a commitment to me. Till death do us part was it?"

"Death parted us twice now." Xeno huffed out a laugh, earning him a poke to the chest. [Y/N] extended her hand out, bringing Stanley back into the hug. The pads of her fingers gently wiped his eye, caressing his cheek and holding them both closer.

It didn't take long for them to settle down, trying to enjoy the time they still had together. Xeno had fetched some paper and pens, drawing out sketches for the rocket while observing Stanley holding [Y/N]'s waist to position her better.

"What if i accidentally shoot you?"

"From this angle? I'd be impressed." She rolled her eyes, feeling him smack her ass as a sign to tell her she was ready. He backed off giving her space, holding onto the lab coat she handed to him a few minutes ago.

The sun was getting harsher, [Y/N] tried not to get distracted by how a thin layer of sweat coated the blonde standing nearby. Thankfully her clothing allowed her to breathe in.

"For every bullseye, I get a kiss." [Y/N] smugly held Stanley's gun tighter, aimed it at a target, and pulled the trigger.

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"Bambi..."

"I KILLED IT!" She rushed to the tree, staring at the dead chonky bird that fell from its nest. Stanley walked up to her, holding the animal by the leg and dangling it back and forth.

"Nice shot."

Xeno turned his face away focusing on his work, knowing that if she saw him holding in a laugh she'd be upset. The soldier had been trying for years to teach her how to shoot a gun, safe to say it was still shaky.

"Xee, I can hear you..."

"I'm sorry, [Y/N]."

Stanley didn't hide his amusement, nearly doubling over with laughter. His wife tackled him to the ground, sitting on his stomach and trying to shut him up. He gulped in the air to try and calm down, holding her thighs in his hands.

"Take a good look, honey." She pointed at her clothes. "Remember that night? I'll have you squirming again soon."

"Is it really punishment if I enjoyed it?"

"Wasn't he crying, Xee?"

Xeno vividly recalled Stan being left a whimpering mess by them, tears escaping his caramel eyes. Being overstimulated for what seemed like an eternity, his soldier bravado had melted away the moment he was laid down.

Probably their favorite anniversary celebrated.

"He was, a lot."

"You would've been moaning, but your face was stuffed in this one's cunt." Stanley playfully slid a hand under her skirt, bumping a finger in between her legs.

Her cheeks flared up at his boldness, checking around praying no one was nearby to hear or see that. Xeno didn't seem to mind, continuing to utilize his rocket science expertise. He leaned back momentarily, tapping his lips when his spouses turned to look at him.

"Say what you want, but don't forget I was deemed the best seat in the house." Xeno then looked away, picking up his pen once again.

[Y/N] covered her face, groaning loudly a their stupid antics. Trying to rile each other up, knowing it would only end in her being teased. Warmth sprouted in her lower stomach like a stubborn seed growing, his thumb was now rubbing circles around her clit.

"We're in public...Stan..."

"Got to stay quiet then, bambi."

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"Why is she crying?" Gen whispered, leaning closer to an equally weirded-out Senku. They both stared at [Y/N] looking defeated, [E/C] eyes filled with shimmering tears.

In front of her? A campfire, with a skinned bird rotating on a stick and getting cooked.

"She's eaten armadillo before, why is a bird any different?" The mentalist only earned a shrug in response, the duo was approached by Xeno, whose lips twitched trying to hold in a smile. He crossed his arms keeping his onyx eyes on his wife, being comforted by a smoking Stanley, who patted her lower back in a gentle rhythm.

"[Y/N] accidentally killed it." He truly felt for her emotions, but the whole situation was too hilarious to him.

Senku sighed while Gen grimaced, her being this sad was now very understandable, well only the black-white-haired male understood, Senku didn't.

"I never want to hold a gun again."

"Do you want that kiss now? Technically it was a bulls..." The soldier's words trailed off, watching his wife suck in a deep breath and crying all over again.

"I'm a murderer!" [Y/N]'s eyes were covered, Stanley trying to not let her see Francois preparing the bird.

It reminded him of how she reacted when she noticed Suika wasn't the cute little kid she adopted, now in her late teens. He'd much rather have her crying over situations like these, than anything too serious.

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"So, how about some last-minute projects before the moon launch?"

Immediately everyone jumped in with their suggestions, a microwave, washing machine, video camera (she got one too), plastic wrap and even a smartphone for Taiju.

After the creations were done, Senku lingered behind everyone, scarlet eyes softening seeing them happy. Everyone except a certain [H/C] haired doctor.

"Nothing you want?"

"My husband and kid to not get stuck on the moon."

He didn't bother correcting her, knowing that no matter what he'd always be the cute science kid in her eyes. Senku crossed his arms, not knowing if he should let her know about a potential plan Chrome and Suika worked on.

It was worth a try, but not a high chance, at least, not enough to give her what might be false hope. He sighed, realizing she had every right to know, whether he wanted to save her the extra heartache, didn't matter now.

"We're building a return rocket, there's no guarantee it'll work. The rocket is going to be sent by parts, and assembled on the moon."

"What's the percental chance?"

"I...I don't know."

Those words scared her more than anything else, she reached out to hold Senku's hand. He glanced down at her seated figure, squeezing her hand in response.

"Please, please do everything you can to come back home."

His scarlet eyes began to gloss over, trying to smile away the painful tugs in his heart. [Y/N] would forever be his only motherly figure, even if they had never met in person before the petrification, her love and care were clearly received through her emails and video calls.

"I promise to do my best." Senku shook away the feelings, going back to his normal self.

"Now, aside from that, do you not want anything materialistic?"

"Well, three materialistic things, and two humans."

He blinked, hands still joined together.

"You can make me a bed, large enough for three people, and have the American team search for my dad and Ruby."

"Disgusting." He teased her, he knew who Ruby was, often being sent pictures of [Y/N] and the head maid, he would issue her revival first then have the maid identify her father. "You have no shame, asking your kid for a bed."

"You don't want to know the other two things, worry not, Xeno's got it."

"...Let go of my hand."

"Nope~"

Despite his clearly displeased words, Senku worked harder on the bed, not even Taiju's phone had gotten this much thought process. Was it silly to plan out this bed's materials and structure so meticulously? Yes, he could be doing other things.

The bed was the comfiest thing ever. How it surpassed her expensive bed from the past, would continue to baffle her till the end of time itself. She snuggled up to the pillow, face down and ass up, her feet kicking the mattress in pure happiness.

Ruby had been found and revived, they stayed on call almost all day, and sadly the night had come too soon. [D/N] was still being searched for, he was away at a meeting when the beam happened. After saying a temporary goodbye, Senku showed her the new bed, not lingering enough to see her like...well like this.

"Oh look, we have a little present." Xeno walked into the room, steps faltering lightly noticing how her large white t-shirt rode up her thighs, showing off her cute pink underwear. The blonde pushed the scientist gently into the room, closing the door behind them. Stanley couldn't risk letting anyone see his wife like this.

"Yeah we do, look at this beauty!" [Y/N] let her body collapse like a stiff board, enjoying the way her body sunk into the pure plush.

The husbands exchanged a glance, was she that happy, to the point of letting Xeno's words fly over her head? Stanley bit on the unlit cigarette, knowing he couldn't light it up in their shared room.

"Get changed, or naked, and get in here." [Y/N] lifted up the thick cover, she needed to thank Yuzuriha for her clothing and this divine blanket. She relished in the warmth, it was going to be a cold night, so she needed them in bed ASAP.

"You'd like that, perv." Stanley teased, removing his tracksuit-like outfit, slipping on sweatpants, and leaving his torso bare. Xeno did the same, knowing full well he'd end up naked in just a short moment.

"I asked Xeno to make condoms and lube, so yeah, I'd like that."

Xeno tapped the drawer near their new bed, sending a smirk toward the blinking blonde. The scientist was pulled closer, [Y/N] resting her chin and hands on his stomach, both of them waiting for Stanley to take a course of action. She was happy, but definitely not innocently like he had initially thought.

"I'm the one going to the moon, so, it's only fair I get to lead. Everything."

Oh. [Y/N]'s eye twitched, earning heavy laughter from Xeno. Her threat from a few days ago was swiftly dodged, he'd be the one holding the reigns and that scared her as much as it excited her.

"Get in before I change my mind."

Stanley approached her, setting a knee on the edge of the bed and leaning his body forward to stare down at her. His hand grasped her chin, prying her lips open with his thumb, caramel eyes half-lidded when she lightly bit his finger.

"Like you could ever resist a good time."

Yeah no, [Y/N] wouldn't let this pass by. Xeno had made them a means of protection while living at the castle, but during their third year, it had somehow stopped being a frequent thing, too focused on their progress and the long journey of war.

The night was hard, no pun intended, trying to cover up their sounds. [Y/N] would launch herself into space and let the shutter open wide if Ukyo's hyper-hearing ears caught onto what the trio was doing. It seemed like their efforts were in vain, the banana-dressed man only sent her awkward smiles and averted his eyes whenever she'd try to ask him about it.

'Hey, Ukyo...how good are your ears?'

'Oh, uhm...not that good....'

'He's lying, but I'm pretty sure everyone heard you [Y/N].' Senku put in zero effort to help out the mortified doctor.

Kohaku apologized to the husband duo profusely, all three watching [Y/N] dancing with Ryusui by the fire, a cup of wine in her hand. Droplets spilled everywhere with every twirl she was put in, the pirate-pilot was suddenly dragged into it but he didn't mind it one bit.

"Well, at least it made her forget about the bird?" Xeno tried to reason, whenever she'd get drunk it was like her memories were made to be a jumbled mess.

"She probably forgot about our marriage too." Kohaku paled at those words, was the forgetful woman trying to flirt with Ryusui?

"I'll make sure she doesn't do anything throughout the night! Promise." Stanley shook his head, puffing out trails of smoke. He pointed a finger at the dancing pair, Kohaku's eyes following the direction.

"Ryusui! I'm getting married!" [Y/N] smiled brightly, finishing the liquid in her cup only for it to get refilled by an equally drunk Chrome. "Red carpet, purple flowers and onyx table decorations. Caramel cake...It's going to be perfect...."

Ryusui froze when [Y/N] suddenly stopped her happy steps. A pout overtook her smile, staring up at the pilot with teary eyes.

"Wait, where is my dad going to get the oysters? or the yummy caviar...the golden flakes..." He gave her a nervous smile, sending pleading eyes to Stanley and Xeno.

They received the message loud and clear, replacing him as her dance partners. Xeno rubbed her cheek affectionately, wiping her tears with his thumb. The droplets lingered on her eyelashes. Stanley distracted her with a chaste kiss, snatching the alcohol from her grasp.

"I'm sorry, our wedding won't be as grand. That stupid bitch on the moon ruined everything, I had a special wine bottle prepared for our future honeymoon.." She sniffled, Xeno was looking a little blurry to her. "Dad managed to get his hands on the 1945 Romanée Conti bottle."

Stanley had no clue what that was, Xeno on the other hand felt his cheeks light up despite his best effort to avoid it. The scientist had expressed slight interest in said wine before they were even dating, he mentioned it to her when she asked about his opinion on alcohol.

He felt a pinch on his reddened face, Xeno was ready to send a slight glare toward Stanley, but his eyes softened instead, seeing the genuine smile on the blonde's face. He sighed, holding and cuddling up to the warm hand.

"You remembered that?"

"Of course, I memorize your guys' talks. What kind of a girlfriend would I be if I didn't? A wine bottle and the newest gun model on the market. I even had it customized with our names on it and sparkly hearts, it's gone now..."

Her words were slowly getting clearer, only lightly slurred now. Her hand clenched and then opened slowly, blinking in confusion. [Y/N] was about to take another sip, now just realizing her cup was gone.

Stanley had finished the rest of it and secretly handed the empty cup to a fast Kohaku. He didn't let her linger on her realization, the blonde pulled in Xeno closer, sandwiching [Y/N] between them tightly.

"We'll make them again, one day."

Xeno nodded in agreement, well maybe not the bottle unless they made one and turned to stone enough years for it to age properly—or waited till they were like eighty years old to drink it.

"I'll have to save up all my dragos, will the price change with the new economy though?" She hummed, letting her head fall back on Stanley's chest, looking up into the starry sky in deep thought. [Y/N] suddenly sprung up, nose bumping into Xeno's.

"I need to discuss this with Ryusui." Placing a quick peck on both their lips she ran off, nearly tackling the unexpecting pilot.

Stanley lit up a cigarette, turning his attention to Xeno who was containing his blush. The soldier intertwined their hands, standing closer to the fire with his lover.

"That bottle, how much was it worth?"

"Last I heard about it, the 1945 bottle was auctioned off at around $558,000 in 2018, meaning [D/N] bought it a year prior to the wedding."

"...and the gun?"

"The newest 'model' at the time, was actually a thrown-away prototype, it was a high-end revolver with a literal aim assist feature, not to mention a small touch screen. You could receive messages, use a gps...like a phone. " Xeno hummed, rubbing his thumb over Stanley's finger. "The initial cost was estimated to be around a million, that plus the customization and the...very illegally bought gun, I'd say over two million."

"Should we lock up her dragos?"

"Yes."

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Even if she was warned it wasn't a 100% possibility, [Y/N] clung onto that small glimmer of hope. Everything had finally been set up, the suits were made, the rocket was ready and the astronauts were currently putting on their new attire.

She put on the face mask, entering the contained area with Xeno trailing a little behind. Stanley stood there looking like a damn bulky toy, [Y/N] snickered, earning her a sharp glare.

"At last, the fateful—"

[Y/N] raised a hand to stop him, knowing he was about to deliver some Disney villain-level speech.

"This is the part where you kiss and let me record." She revealed the video camera, bouncing from foot to foot. They smiled, matching her energy.

Xeno approached the soldier, pulling his mask down to press a firm kiss. Without missing a beat she rolled the film, evilly giggling when Stanley furthered the kiss, his tongue slipping between Xeno's lips.

When they pulled apart the scientist acted nonchalant, pulling up the mask and hiding his blush and purple-stained lips. He pulled out a small box out from his coat's pocket.

"Can't smoke in space, but how about chewing tobacco shaped like cigarettes?"

Stanley took the box, brushing his fingers against Xeno's palm. Immediately he put one between his lips, testing out the thoughtful creation.

[Y/N]'s [E/C] eyes shun brighter than the sun itself, happy she caught the moment on camera. She quickly put the object in Xeno's awaiting hands, knowing she was eager to get her potentially last kiss in.

She approached her astronaut-soldier husband, watching him slowly take out the tobacco stick. Getting on her tippy toes to give him peppered kisses, his lipstick slowly faded from how rough she did so, smearing on the corners of his lips and her own lips.

"I love you." She murmured, taking out a handkerchief, cleaning his lips and her own. Applying a fresh coat of his signature color, she slipped off her lab coat, bringing up the collar near his face.

"Kiss it." It was a command, he let his lips linger on the fabric, making sure the color planted onto it perfectly. Pulling away and sending her a soft smile.

"Love you too. Love you." He sent the second pair of words to Xeno, who was recording their moment. He gazed up, onyx eyes gently shimmering in adoration.

"Love you too."

All three were nearly in tears, it was scary to think how badly this could all go down. Best case scenario was Stanley being turned to stone and staying in tact till he could be rescued, even then, it didn't sit right with them.

[Y/N] walked out holding hands with Xeno, she was trying hard to keep herself together. Senku had allowed her to press a kiss on his forehead with no fuss, reminding her of the promise he made to her months ago.

"What if it blows up?" Xeno's eyebrow twitched hearing those words, the stiff smile on his face was getting wider, trying to keep his shocked wife calm.

Gen felt the sharp glare, stuttering out a batter line...sort of. "I-I mean it's fiiineee, if they blow up, we just have to find the pieces and glue them back together~"

"I'd spend decades finding your little stone bits, so that Yuzuriha could piece you back together!" Taiju yelled out with tears springing up, Yuzuriha standing nearby with the same expression.

"Heh, I bet you'd try."

"Not try, we'd do it. My husband and kid don't deserve to be scattered around." [Y/N] smirked, trying to show confidence, even if her body wanted to drop onto the floor in worry.

The astronauts were petrified, everyone was now collectively counting down. Nervousness was being bounced around, the rocket looked like a huge shooting star, heading straight for space.

Xeno was sitting by the microphone, one connected directly to the rocket's radio. She was sitting in front of a computer screen, looking at a bunch of numbers she didn't understand.

"3"

"2"

"1"

Everyone cheered when they were notified they made it safely, Xeno leaned forward.

"Ah, Senku. I take it you're awake now."

"So our gear isn't busted, this was your doing Xeno."

"Well, liquid doesn't flow normally in zero gravity, as a precaution I scheduled your revival a bit early." Gen was standing behind Xeno, smiling at how the older man was hiding his true intentions.

"Not shocked huh? You and Xeno cooked up this little plot? Creeps me out having you old dudes doting on me." Senku's voice was slightly distorted, most likely due to the satellite's quality.

"Doting? Definitely not for you." Stanley chuckled, taking out his chewing tobacco box.

"[Y/N] insisted on giving you a moment to yourself, Xeno and I aren't capable of saying no to our cute wife."

"Really kicking it up a notch in the motherly department, huh."

"Don't go stealing my lines!" She invaded Xeno's personal space, nearly gobbling up the mic. "Is it pretty, honey?"

"I have something prettier waiting back on earth, but yeah, it's nice."

Leave it to Stanley to flirt even up in beautiful space, however, she knew he was only trying to distract her from the situation. [Y/N] relaxed, Xeno holding her hand tightly.

Both their efforts quickly burned down, Xeno noticed that their communication was now one-way. They all froze, hearing that the cause of the issue was a strand of petrified hair.

"What are the chances of it being mine?" [Y/N] gulped, she had gotten up and personal with them before the launch. What if her husband gets stuck in space because of her?

"Extremely low, nearly impossible. Your hair was covered." Xeno reassured her, but it didn't really matter who it belonged to, they needed to fix it.

"OUTER SPACE IS MINE! ALL MINE!! HA HA!"

...

"He could be your right hand in a villain movie, darling."

"I have you and Stan, no need for more."

"Really? Shame, I was thinking of getting Francois in on the ride." Xeno's heart skipped a beat hearing her giggle at her own silly joke, it was truly fascinating how deep-rooted feelings never seemed to dwindle, no matter how much time had passed.

Ryusui managed to adjust unit 4, using his body and rotating like a gyroscope. The idea itself was so absurd that even Xeno looked utterly baffled, she could hear Senku cackling evilly from the radio.

Moments later the rocket was closer to the moon, [Y/N] munched on some rice balls further away from the equipment. She didn't need a grain of rice to fall somewhere and make it explode, or something like that.

"Communications with earth will be cut off soon, they'll rely on their own eyes and measurements. Keep your promises you two." Xeno glanced over his shoulder, seeing [Y/N] with stuffed cheeks, eyes completely locked onto the computer screens.

"Yeah yeah, we got it." Senku was initially fine with the risk of staying up on the moon, it was only changed when his 'mom' asked him to come back that his resolve cracked.

[Y/N] finally finished her snack, standing next to Xeno once again. The trio was finally taking their first steps on the moon, while Kohaku gleamed a bit, she quickly got back to the task.

"That's it? No profound romance about being on the moon?" The blonde reporter sweat dropped from the lack of enthusiasm.

"We're talking about an efficiency aficionado, a lady who goes hard and fast, and a soldier, whose romance lies with those two." Gen directed Minami's gaze to the duo standing close to the microphone. "They prioritize speed, especially with the limited amount of oxygen."

They drove around with the rover, passing by the old U.S. flag that was placed in 1969. The mission was going smoothly until some sort of miscommunication happened.

"Kohaku! Senku didn't say a word!" She had opened up the capsule, allowing it to escape its confinement.

"Thank you so much, for unlocking it for me."

It disturbed [Y/N] to hear Senku's voice be used like this, to deceive his friend in such a critical time. Her heart hammered in her chest, worried about them.

"All along...why-man was you."

"Please don't be an alien, please."

"Machine lifeforms dear, the medusas themselves were what formed why-man—"

"Do you wanna die?"

Gen awkwardly smiled, walking towards the mic and pulling it closer. "Ahem, dear Senku. I'm not sure if our new friends are capable of an honest conversation, but with new political enemies, negotiating has always begun with an immediate offering of a gift."

The gears in Senku's head turned, tuning out Kohaku asking what they could possibly gift this entity. He recalled the timing of the whys, the die question, everything led to this moment. It clicked a few seconds later, it was simple really.

"We can replenish your life force, by providing new diamond batteries. And in return, we request that you..."

[Y/N] side-eyed Gen, he was kind of looking very proud of Senku. This was something she needed to look into after everything settled down.

"Keep it polite, Senku—"

"QUIT FIRING OFF THOSE DAMN BEAMS EVERY CHANCE YOU GET!"

Everyone collectively deadpanned, the [H/C] haired doctor really wanted to say 'I expected more' but this? This was Senku through and through.

"Why?"

"Dumb ass parasite, it wanted help but in the process destroyed the technology that could." She muttered, hearing Senku and Xeno exchange more information on this, the medusas thought we'd be grateful to have been given some sort of immortality. Mildly ruined her marriage plans, and trips.

"Why?"

...

"Why?"

"On that note, why-man. I want to negotiate, just you and me, face-to-face."

"What?" [Y/N] nearly knocked over a shocked Xeno, without a view on Senku, Stanley wouldn't have a clear line of sight in case he needed to save him.

"[Y/N], trust me."

With his last words, communication with the white and green haired boy was cut off, leaving everyone in the dark for a while. If anyone could talk to some weird mechanical alien thing, it would be Senku, she was sure of that.

It felt like an eternity before they could hear both Senku and the medusa again.

"Probability is near zero percent."

"Near zero sounds about right." She took a deep breath in, hearing his voice reach her ears. "But near zero, ain't zero. Not when it comes to us."

"Abandonment is your kind's fate, my kind will seek other planets and more intelligent organisms. However, I may be taken by you and only I. This body is yours to destroy, to kill. A creation out of this world, that excites me."

"Careful Gen, it sounds like it's confessing to your boyfriend."

"My what!?"

She ignored his splutters, seeing Xeno with a grin told her it was going to be okay. This was over, now all that she needed was her husband back on earth and they could move on from the constant fear of being loomed over by some entity.

...

...

Except [Y/N] truly didn't think it would look so cute, sitting inside the small capsule with the drawn-on face. She snatched it off Senku's hip, coddling it close to her face.

Stanley, Xeno, and Senku shared a knowing glance. Watching the woman practically jump up and down in pure glee.

"I presume this is the doctor you mentioned."

"Yeah, looks like she's adopted you too."

"My kind has no parental figures, we hold no family value—"

"Oh my god! Screw your secret plan, I'm keeping them." Technically, this was some sort of alien, a theory she was scared to know back then, but not now.

Senku struggled to pry the damn thing out of her grasp, managing to get it back when Stanley intervened, and even he took a while. They settled into a quieter space, only them four being present.

"So, why did you tell this cutie about me?"

"Heh, why don't you ask your question again, why-man?"

"Why was the promise of eternal life rejected?"

Oh. So that's why. She crossed her arms, standing closer to the capsule set on the table.

"Humans naturally fear death, and some would do anything to stay alive. My job is to give second, third, or even more chances to a lot of people, so of course I'd love to see everyone I treat stay healthy and live on...however..." [Y/N] paused, thinking of her next words.

"If every single human on earth was immortal, we'd be run dry of our supplies, food and water would be scarce, and would most likely cause a panic. At my old hospital, the number of babies delivered in a day was almost equal to the lives we lost, it sadly had a very neat balance. Aside from those facts, your petrification was scary."

The machinery clicked, keeping quiet and receiving the information without a single complaint.

"It was dark, quiet, and had us mentally battling for thousands of years. Everything we knew and loved was gone, we struggled to rise from the bottom, and it's going to take a long time to get it all back. Eternal life, isn't something we should ever have our hands on."

"I see. So this is a motherly figure, I believe the terms used were 'nagging' followed by a sense of adoration."

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"You'd never say that to [Y/N]'s face." Stanley chuckled at Xeno's words, being there when Senku said it, the soldier was extremely surprised he admitted to his feelings so openly.

"Okay well I was saying all of that as a human and doctor, but, does that mean you understand the concept of a mom now?"

"Still incomprehensible, continuing research on this matter."

[Y/N] hugged Senku tightly, nearly crushing his bones. Truly, he never intended for her to know how he felt, knowing she'd get all mushy like so. Can't say he hated the hugs though.

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Several years later...

"What's wrong?"

Senku's scarlet eyes blinked, [Y/N] had been in a very suspicious quiet mood, dragging him out the laboratory and to a quiet secluded area.

"How far along are you guys on the time machine progress?"

"[Y/N]." His voice was firm, that was the only way to stop her dodging questions.

...

...

"I'm pregnant, and I don't know who the father is."

"They're both the damned fathers!" He deadpanned, sighing loudly into the palm of his hand. He was stressing over nothing, feeling his worry melt away into mild annoyance from the scare she gave him.

"WELL NO SHIT! But I...I don't know, they both always cu—"

"Shut up! For this conversation I'm your kid, keep the details to yourself."

Her lips shut, holding in the chuckle from seeing his disgusted face. She truly had no real reason to be this nervous, her husbands would accept the baby with open arms no matter what. Still, she was worried it would interfere with their work.

"When do you plan on letting them know?'

"I found out this morning, one of the scientists did me a favor of creating a few pregnancy tests." She muttered, feeling a headache start to take over.

"First we have to calm you down, then we'll figure it out. Let's talk about it over lunch."

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...

"Heteropaternal superfecundation?" Stanley quirked an eyebrow, he was on his knees in front of his very pregnant wife, rubbing lotion on her legs.

Xeno was filling up a small pouch with warm water, his hands were a bit shaky receiving the updated news on the pregnancy.

"It's a super rare occurrence, twins who have different biological fathers." [Y/N] almost collapsed onto the ground when she was notified, her curiosity led her to get a DNA test. The ultrasounds were so obscure, only being able to see one singular child, so she never thought for a second it could ever be two.

The scientist approached her, pressing the warm water pouch on her aching back, rubbing gentle circles on her stiff shoulders.

"Screw my shoulders, my tits are hurting." Xeno chuckled, sliding his hand forward and cupping her chest, first roughly squeezing them to ease the tension then rubbing softly.

Stanley finished up her legs, washing his hands quickly then grabbed the oil bottle she was given as a gift from Yuzuriha. He raised her maternal nightgown, applying the liquid to her swollen belly. [Y/N] was scared to get excessive stretch marks from popping out two kids in a single sitting.

"This fucking sucks, and it's only been three months. No more kids, two is enough, one for each right? You guys are happy, right? This is okay?" Her hormones were all over the place, one minute she'd be happy then the next she'd be sobbing hysterically, like when Stanley dropped her long-awaited chocolate cake.

"We're happy, bambi, I promise."

"Everything is okay my dear, we'll be here every step of the way, for this pregnancy and any future ones you desire."

"Shut uuuup~" She cried into her hands, their words fell with love and warmth, reassuring her that it truly was all okay. Those nicknames still caused her to melt on the spot, and now held such an important role in her life.

The months that followed were hard on [Y/N], thankfully her husbands and surprisingly Senku were catering to her every need and want. Kohaku, Ruri, and Suika often took her out on walks, setting up beach days and Francois was paid to cook whatever the pregnant woman craved.

Xeno focused on his work, but balanced time for his wife and husband perfectly. He was doing his best to keep her mind occupied, ordering doctors to send her some patient files to look over. She was definitely going to work at the newest hospital building that was made, furthering her research and sharing her talents once she recovered.

Stanley held shooting and combat lessons, smoking as much as he could, he can't smoke near his wife nor would he be able to when the kids are still young. From forcing Xeno to eat when he was too focused on his project, to keeping his concerned stares to himself whenever his wife would be eating the most baffling food combinations, Stanley was surprisingly keeping it all together. He couldn't afford to have a weak mind, especially when it involved his spouses.

"I have a feeling she won't be happy to see our faces during it." Xeno murmured, looking at Stanley who masked his nervousness by ruffling his blonde hair.

"Our hands are going to be exposed to a dangerous hazard." Sharing a dry laugh, they finally entered the room.

They really, really underestimated the sheer force their wife would have when giving birth. Stanley now truly understood the monstrous grip [Y/N] showed signs of having before, feeling his fingers getting literally crushed as she squeezed tighter.

"GET THEM OUT OF ME!" She screamed tugging Xeno down on accident, he nearly crashed onto her body from the sudden pull, miraculously catching himself and gripping the headrest.

"Never letting your DAMNED DICKS NEAR ME AGAIN!" A hard push later and one of the twins was out, being wrapped in a white blanket. The doctor settled between her legs and got ready to deliver the second one, sending her reassuring words.

Stanley wiped away the sweat building on her forehead, cheeks flushed and tears dripping. He bent down to press a sweet kiss, pulling away to see her [E/C] eyes staring directly into his caramel ones.

She sniffled, feeling overwhelmed with so many emotions at once. Her lips parted to ask for another kiss when she suddenly groaned loudly at the contractions starting again.

"One more push!"

Both babies were placed in her arms, the nurses helping out stepped out giving them privacy, while the doctor stayed back to clean up [Y/N].

"Oh my, they're beautiful." She wept, leaning down to press kisses to their heads. Neither were crying, softly blinking up at their mother. [Y/N] laughed, realizing that these truly were their kids.

Her little girl had blonde hair, her baby boy on the other hand had white hair—their eyes, were a pretty shade of [E/C]. The perfect balance between them three.

Xeno and Stanley quickly picked up the kids, noticing their wife's eyes slowly shut. They nearly snapped their necks towards the doctor who jumped from the sharp gazes.

"She's just tired, everything here is fine." She left the room before they could continue their scary faces, gently closing the door.

It was opened a few minutes later, Senku trailed inside with a hospital gown and a face mask. Scarlet eyes softened up seeing the bundles of joy, finger lightly poking their chubby cheeks.

"So, these are my newest siblings huh?" He whispered, feeling relief flood his body when he noticed [Y/N] was alright and just sleeping off the delivery.

"Nice to see you finally accepted your title." Stanley chuckled, letting Senku hold the calm baby close to his chest.

"He never really had a choice, [Y/N] has been babying him since they met."

Senku rolled his eyes at Xeno's words, the smile on his face not faltering in the slightest. The baby made grabby hands towards the leek's face, [E/C] eyes wide with curiosity.

"If they didn't look like you two, they'd be much cuter."

"Shut up." The woman in the bed murmured softly, nuzzling up to the pillow. Her moment of lucidity was cut short, lulling back into a deep sleep once again.

Taking care of the babies was most of the time a smooth ride, they rarely cried, only doing so when they wanted to sleep or eat. The rare times when they would cry non-stop it felt like her life force was being shredded into particles, desperation and tears overtook her—calming down when her husbands would jump in with zero hesitation and allowing her to rest.

"They're finally asleep." [Y/N] sighed in relief, taking a few steps backs and hitting Stanley's chest. He held her body weight and guided her to bed, laying down first and allowing her back to rest against his chest.

The door was slowly opened, Xeno came in taking off his tie, shrugging off the lab coat.

"Did you see that, Stan? Him and ties."

"He never lets us take it off for him."

Xeno's lips quirked up into a bright smile, putting on his pajamas and making his way to his lovers. The whole situation was reminiscent of the past, a moment he held dear. His head laid down on her chest, cuddling up to the warmth, feeling Stanley's hands rub his shoulders.

"Because it always ends up in sex."

They shared a quick laugh together, holding each other closer.

"Sleep time, before they wake us up." Xeno held her [H/C] hair, twirling it in his fingers before allowing sleep to take over. His lovers shortly followed after.

It was going to take a long time to get their old lives back, slowly but surely, and that comforted her in a way she couldn't explain. It wasn't just them three anymore, they were joined by two little mini versions.

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•[Y/N]'s dad was ecstatic to hold another wedding, taking his drunk daughter's rambles too seriously. This time, she had to pay for everything, it was shocking to see her be richer than him in this new world but he was proud.

•The calm babies turned out to be mischievous gremlins, often being indulged by Senku, who loved showing his little siblings how to create rockets—and scaring the trio-parents whenever they'd hear explosions inside their new house.

•Ruby still worked for [Y/N], assuring her that taking care of the kids while they all went to work, was a job she truly adored.

•Stanley and Xeno were sex banned for a while, their wife being too scared to risk another pregnancy. That wall crumbled when the scientists gifted her plan b pills for her birthday, it was mortifying, to say the least.

Everything was going perfectly fine, and [Y/N] would never trade it for anything in the world.

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Definitely not as detailed as the last post, I didn't have a lot of creative freedom with the obvious timeline that happens after the petrification.

Hope y'all still somewhat enjoyed this.

[tojisteddy]

Dinner for two | cw: fluff, age gap (reader mid 20s, John late 30s), john price x shy!reader.

“Dinner? Together? Where?”

John Price, who made it his mission to spend as much time as possible with shy!reader outside of work. So the past month (that’s actually was been three because John’s been away), every Friday or Saturday, John takes you out on a date. Or you, him. Which ever one is the most comfortable.

Now spending money on you wasn’t something John had a problem with, but he’d needed an excuse to see you in your best form— your home.

“I can cook, but I’m still doing some renovations, I’m not sure if it’ll be done before Saturday” he sighed, lying through his teeth. There were no renovations being done, he just wanted to be at your place. He’d known just from the way kept your desk, full of little trinkets, do-hickies, pastel highlighters, a pretty lavender calendar adored with stickers, that damned large and in charge yellow Stanley cup with a few fluffy key chains— your house would be a sight to see.

And no, not in a teasing way.

In an adorable, loving, you’re the cutest thing imaginable kind of way.

“I-well- m-my place is closer to the base, so we can have it at my mine.” You rushed out but immediately regretted it. Face palming internally. Why the hell would you suggest that?

“Perfect,” he hummed in satisfaction, good girl, “It’ll be like a potluck.”

A potluck, right. A potluck. That did those words even mean when John he gave you the sweetest, breathtaking kiss on the cheek. He saw the way your mind kinda went to the cloud once he pulled away.

“I’ll see you later, be good.” With that, he left your office, your eyes stuck on his broad shoulders.

“Yeah.” You could’ve rolled in a sea of flowers, your heart was leaping, cheeks heated up, you prayed he didn’t notice.

You were whipped like a nice, homemade buttercream and John would dip his pinky in it, had you wrapped around him so easily. You hadn’t even processed that John, a man that was not family or a friend, was coming over.

Alright, who did it? Whose fucking grand idea was it to invite John over?

Well yours, but you needed to place blame on someone else. Your heart was in your ass, you’d gone through at least a dozen websites trying to find the perfect meal to cook. Pinterest board full of hairstyles youd try, how many outfits had you laid out on your bedroom floor just for night?

You needed something that said, ‘welcome to my mtv crib, small one bedroom addition’ and ‘oh my god John, youre hot, make out with me’ but also ‘I’m not inviting you do the nasty’ and ‘oh my god dont take this the wrong way, because I want to just not right now.’

It must’ve been a night for settling, you’d wanted to make pasta but the idea of getting pasta sauce terrified you during this at home date while with the off white, off the shoulder blouse you wore. Steak and Potatoes and a side of green beans never hurt. Another thing you settled for? Your hair. Booking an appointment was out of the question, you did it yourself. Front in flat twists and the back out and curly. Did the curls come out right over night?

It was acceptable.

You’d started dinner early, 5 hours early to be exact, first the home made mashed potatoes, then a break to make a pound cake with a lemon glaze, then the greens beans while putting together the small charcuterie as an appetizer, then finally the steak— medium rare. You’d leave it in the oven to keep warm.

Were you ready 30 minutes before John got to your flat? You were shaking, continuously peeking out the window and then going back to rearrange your couches yellow throw pillows, then back to the window. And when you didn’t see the tall, large man, you’d fly to your bedroom, fixing your blouse in the mirror, the gold necklaces around your neck, large dandelion earrings, and dark blue mom jeans, light make up— you were pretty.

And John would call you that, hand you the bottle of wine, you let him inside, say one of those sly pickup lines you’d read in the romance books you hid under your bed, and he’d fall for you, fall in even more with your etiquette skills, maybe have a dance, stare into each others eyes. You’d make out and fire works would go off like in the movies— you flopped down on your bed giggling.

Ugh, didn’t that sound just perfec— ding dong.

The door bell. You gasped, cursing up a storm while you refixed your hair and quickly making it to your front door. You flattened your jeans again, fixed your charm bracelet, and opened the door. There he was, the man of the hour, John Price. He looked the exact opposite of how he did at work, comfortable, in a green button up with his sleeves rolled to his elbows showing off his hairy arms, dark jeans, boots, a watch on his wrist, beard freshly trimmed— simple. But he looked so good. Delectable.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out— okay, [+], now’s the time to say something. You blinked a couple times.

“You look hot.”

Not that! Reader, what the fuck?

The ends of John lips curve up, a hardy chuckles coming from his belly, “Thank you baby,” baby? “You look hot too. Or beautiful, I should say.”

Baby? Beautiful? Your heart was going to come out of your chest. Even better than him calling you just pretty. What was pretty anyway when John called you beautiful and baby—

John rocked on his bottom heels, peering down at you, “[+], you there?” Your eyes snapped open from the daze you were in, slapping your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I-It was too much.”

And John’s smile gets wider, “No doll, it’s fine. Just-“ John can’t really find the words for it, trying not to laugh anymore than he’s already done, he nods past you as you clutch onto the door waiting for him to finish his sentence. Reader, Are you gonna let him in or what?

“Oooooh! Right! Come in, come in!” You stepped aside, letting him in the door way that has your mother’s anointed cross over it. Praying to God you didn’t make even more of a fool of yourself tonight.

John takes in the space, which is the definition of cozy. Nice throws and pillows on your couch (that you’d rearranged three times for tonight) candles lit around the dim apartment to boost atmosphere, a few stuffed animals laying around. Your little make shift dining room was professionally set with flowers, napkins, silverware, a few vases of roses and candles. Cute pictures of you, your friends and family on a collage wall above the couch that was against the living room wall— pictures John wants to be apart of— and jazz playing from the radio— specifically I Miss You So by Nat King Cole.

You lock the door behind you, take another deep breath, and swivel around on your heals, “Would you like to sit on the couch? O-or we can sit at the table?”

John smiled, lifting his hands and you giggles a nervous one, “Shit right, the wine and the bread. We can have it with the charcuterie.” You take both items in your hands moving towards the kitchen.

His blue eyes dance as he follows you to the kitchen, past the dining area, “A charcuterie board? You shouldn’t have!”

Shouldn’t have as in you shouldn’t have? Or should’ve have as in, ‘eat, pray, love!’? You snuck a glance and there he was, leaning against your fridge as you set the bread down on the counter, ends of his eyes crinkling. Damn, you could’ve moaned right then and there.

“It’s no problem, I thought you’d want to eat something with the bread.” You let out a nervous laugh, cutting into the roll that John’s made and placing a few pieces on the board “It’s perfect! You made this John?”

“Course I have! Told you it a potluck didn’t I?”

“No, no, just a little shocked is all. You like baking and cooking then?”

“Well, cooking I can hold my own. Baking, I think I’m just good at making bread since my mum taught me. I couldn’t go a meal without it so she made me make my own.”

You hum, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Your eyes met John and you immediately looked down, placing the bread you hadn’t cut into a spare bread bag. Caught you. You could feel your cheeks heat up, almost burning off from how hot they felt. John was watching you as you made your way around the kitchen, you needed to regroup.

“Uh- l-let’s sit in the living room and eat!” You dodged John, gently placing the board on the coffee table.

You sit on the couch, princess style, re-adjusting your blouse and smoothing out your pants, big brown eyes following him as he took a seat next to you. There’s a few moments of silence, you trying to find something to say and avoiding Johns leisure  gaze. His eyes are smiling and he thinks you look incredibly adorable while your mind works overtime.

“There somethin you wanna talk about?” You squeaked out, fidgeting with your manicured yellow nails. John sighs, his larger hand finding one of yours and slowly intertwining them together with a gentle squeeze. It’s okay, it says.

“You can relax, you know? It’s just me.” He gives you a small smile.

Yeah, that’s the problem. John Price who was perfection walking, despite his age, a fucking heart throb. You knew for a fact he must’ve been fucking trouble when he was younger and he’s definitely a much larger one now. You couldn’t keep up. Shit, mean, when could you ever? This was your first time having a man that was a love interest, over your house. But to get a snog, you needed to calm down. Let things happen because nothing you’d planned out before was happening.

“I’ll t-try.”

The night was filled with laughter, from the way Price groaned, he enjoyed his meal while you could only eat about half of it. You were still nervous but John had loosened you up, telling you old stories about his life and you telling a few of your own, talking about your hobbies, learning about John’s massive interest in watching cute cat videos— another extremely green flag. The wine helped even more, you were a bit of a light weight so you nursed the one. John followed your pace, letting you get comfortable with him slowly itching closer and closer into your space.

It was 10:00pm now, a few candles burnt out, two saucers of crumbs on the coffee table, ‘caught up in the rapture’ by anita baker playing, and you were talking John’s head off. Not because your were drunk, because you were truly comfortable. Comfortable with your legs over Johns lap while you babbled on about country living whilst John rubbed your hand in his with his thumb. You were gorgeous, the light from the candle flickered to you, showing off your pretty brown eyes.

“Oh god no, I don’t think I could do the whole farm thing. But I’d like to go, with you. If I could.” You think, gently placing your empty glass on the table.

“Your already planning our next date? Haven’t even asked you yet?” Price teases.

“Not our next date,” you pause, “…Maybe the one after.” You grin, both of you giggling. Faces seemingly closer than before, your eyes widen, cheeks flushed, you mumble a, ‘sorry.’ And John’s lost looking at you, ‘what’s there to be sorry for?’

And then it happens, what we’ve allll been waiting for.

John’s pink lips on yours, gentle, beard pricking your own skin. You can taste the vanilla from the pound cake on his lips. He pulls you closer, large hand up and down your back, adding goosebumps down your skin. And you’re trying your best to follow what he’s doing because he’s fuckin good kisser. You can tell. Your hand meets his chest, you want to mold your lips with his. You can hear them, the fireworks going off, or was that your heart?

He pulls away, slowly, putting your foreheads together and humming. Your lashes flutter open, meeting Prices soft eyes.

“Nice, right?”

Your voices is so soft, like you’ve just woken from a dream— “Perfect.”

But it’s not. This is real. And you and John both love that.

a/n: Another, thank you for 2k post!!! Thank you babies🥺🥺💓💓!! And thank you for the love on the last shy!reader post! I have so much fun writing for it. Lmk what you think!! You know how bad it is when the writer is giggling and kicking their feet?

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deja vu - part four

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader / ford x fem!reader

choose your own adventure / contains fluff and angst (w/ happy ending)

part three | part five (stan route) | part five (ford route)

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Ford woke up the next morning with a slight pep in his step. Usually, he spent most evenings tossing and turning before finally being able to rest or waking up in the middle of the night unable to fall back asleep. However, last evening, he was able to sleep soundly. 

Perhaps it was the prospect of getting to take you anomaly hunting, getting to reshow you all his findings and re-experience the wonder in your eyes as you took it all in.

Perhaps it was the fact that he got to say good night to you after all these years, a tired smile across your face that looked truly radiant to him. 

Perhaps it was the polaroid that he clutched closed to his chest that evening, recounting the scent of your perfume that you wore that night as he buried himself into your neck, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

Whatever the reason, he felt well rested and raring to start the day. The scent of strongly brewed coffee wafted in the air as he made his way to the kitchen. He assumed Stanley must have gotten up before him and was excited to share how yesterday went with his brother.

As he got closer, he could hear his brother’s gravely voice speaking to someone. Ford was surprised by this considering the kids usually were asleep still, opting to sleep in during their summer break.

Maybe it was Soos or maybe his brother is just rambling to himself, Ford thinks as he finally rounds the corner.

The sight before him catches him off guard.

You and Stan sat close together at the kitchen table, shoulder to shoulder, two mugs filled with coffee already by your sides. Spread across the table was what looked like a map to a campground with red circles dotted across, the red marker laying at the edge of the table. You were dressed in pajamas but Ford immediately recognized Stan’s brown leather jacket on your shoulders that envelops your frame. 

“You’re telling me I’ve lived here for 30-something years and there was gold right there!” Stan exclaims, his finger pressed against a spot on the map that you had marked with a star.

You chuckle against your mug as you take a sip of your coffee, “You could have been swimming in gold all these years. We’ll have to see if there’s any left at that lake in particular though.” 

“Oh, there better be! I got 30 years of gold to catch up on!” Stan says, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

Ford clears his throat, making his presence known as he stands with his hands behind his back.

You both look up to see Ford, and you immediately get up, excited to share your plans with him. “Morning, Ford, come join us. You’ll never guess what me and Stan planned for today!” You say, heading over to the coffee pot and pouring some into a mug,  “But first, coffee, right?”

“That would be lovely, Y/N. Thank you.�� Ford replies, pulling up a chair to your left. His tense expression softens at the sight of you so energized with a wide albeit tired smile across your face. You walk over to him with the mug, handing it off, your fingertips brushing against his before you pull away once it’s in his grasp.

“You take your coffee black, right? I think that’s what I remember but let me know if I got that completely wrong.” You admit with a sheepish grin to which Ford shakes his head. “No, you’re correct.”

“So I was a bit bummed out that my camping gear was going to go to waste last night so Stan suggested we all go on a quick camping trip.” You begin explaining, taking a seat, “There’s a campground about thirty minutes out that has a hiking trail, a lake, and it’s a great place for stargazing at night.” You push the map in front of Ford, pointing out each of the details. “Most importantly, there’s gold.” Stan interjects, pointing at the star.

Ford rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics, still perplexed on why his jacket was on your shoulders. ”You know you have to pan for the gold, Stanley, it isn’t just laying there for you to take.” He says tersely, causing Stan to blink at the sudden edge in his brother’s voice. 

“Yeah, I know, Poindexter. I know I’m not the brains of the two of us but I wasn’t born yesterday.” Stan says, wondering what had his brother so bothered. His eyes look over at you and immediately it hits him in the face.

Oh shit.

The jacket.

“So… what do you think? ” You ask, leaning forward expectantly. As Ford looks into your eyes, he sees the joy in them that he can’t bear to take away from you. 

Maybe anomaly hunting and restoring your memories could wait a day.

“I think it’s an excellent plan, I’d love to go, I’m assuming the kids are coming along,” Ford says, looking over at Stan with a raised eyebrow. “Of course, they’re coming! They’ve been itching to get out of the Shack more often, especially Dipper since Mabel’s been hanging out with her friends this whole week.” Stan scoffs, getting up to pour himself more coffee.

“Yay!” You grin, enveloping Ford into a quick hug out of pure excitement before shrugging off the jacket as you get up from your chair, “I’m just going to double check we have all the camping gear we need, might need to stop by the store for smores and food obviously.” You exit the kitchen, grabbing your keys from the counter to take an inventory of the gear.

Ford’s cheeks are bright red at the sudden sign of affection to which Stan snickers at, “Your cheeks are matching your sweater, Ford.”

“Haha, very funny, Stanley. You’re not off the hook.” Ford says, attempting to calm the flush of his cheeks by pressing his normally cold hands against them, “Mind explaining to me why she was wearing your jacket?”

Stan’s posture straightens in response and he groans, “Jeez, I didn’t peg you to be the jealous type. Look, last night, she was up on the rooftop in just her pajamas. Said she had a bad dream. I felt bad because she was shivering, ma raised us to treat a lady with respect so I offered her my jacket. If anything, you should thank me - otherwise she would have gotten hypothermia.”

“That’s statistically impossible, Stanley, given the weather conditions in the summer.” Ford attempts to explain but drops it as he sees his brother’s “really?” look. Ford continues on with his question, “But what’s this about a bad dream? Did she give you any details? You know we discovered that her dreams may actually be her memories but with bits and pieces missing.”

“Nah, she didn’t say anything else.” Stan shrugged, “Didn’t wanna pry, though it was bad enough that she had to go up on the roof to get some fresh air.”

“I guess I’ll see if she’d be open to talking about it today,” Ford sighs, wondering if you’re starting to get your memories back of when Ford was deep into his research… and his involvement with Bill. He had to admit there was a selfish wish that he hoped those memories would not start resurfacing until you two had gotten closer. 

Stan observes his twin’s brows furrow and sighs, nudging Ford on the side. “Hey, I know that look. You’re overthinking this… let’s just enjoy today alright? She’s here for the next week or so, the least you could do is make new memories with her.” This snaps Ford out of his ruminations and he sighs, his shoulders relaxing, “You’re right.”

“And hey, at least if you make new memories-” Stan cuts himself off, ready to counter Ford’s argument to defend his stance before grinning, “Wait, what did you say? Did you actually say I was right?”

“Yes, you’re right, Stan.” Ford groans, crossing his arms as he knows his brother is relishing in this moment.

“Give me one second.” Stan says, stepping out of the kitchen. Ford wonders where his brother is going before Stan comes back with an object in his hand, “Okay, say that one more time.”

“Stanley, I’m not going to say it again so you can record it on that voice recorder and play it back over and over again.”

“Aw, come on!” 

-

After the kids wake up, you share the plans with them, beaming as they seem elated to get out of the house and go on an adventure with their Grunkles and you.

“It’s like the road trip we took last summer except we aren’t stopping at all those tourist attractions that Grunkle Stan tried to get revenge on.” Mabel comments in between bites of pancakes.

“Yeah, and he doesn’t get captured and almost eaten by that spider lady he was hitting on.” Dipper interjects.

You and Ford look at Stan with raised eyebrows.

“What? There's stiff competition in the tourist trap industry, so I had to show 'em who’s top dog! Also, she was a very pretty spider lady.” Stan defended himself.

Wrapping up breakfast, you all disperse to get ready - the kids head upstairs to pack their duffel bags for the overnight trip, and Stan heads outside to change out your car battery before swinging by the store to grab the remaining supplies. As you’re packing up your backpack, you hear a knock at the door and turn your head to see Ford, his own bag slung over his shoulder. 

It was the first time you were seeing him in different attire since you arrived two days ago, wearing a yellow button-up with the sleeves rolled up, a white undershirt and a pair of dark jeans, forgoing his usual red turtleneck and black pants.

“Changing up the look for today?” You comment on the difference, your eyes roaming up and down to assess the outfit. You had to admit, he looked really handsome... not that he didn't usually.

“Well, it probably would be a bit impractical to wear a turtleneck on a hike considering we’re not hiking in the mountains.” Ford explained, tugging at his collar.

In reality, Mabel had stormed into his room whilst he was packing, insisting he had to wear something to impress you and this was their compromise. 

“That’s fair, I’m sure you’d be sweating up a storm after the first mile.” You chuckle before shooting him a compliment with a sincere smile, “You look really nice, Ford.”

Ford stammers in response, his cheeks red, “Uh… why thank you.. You do too, though you always look nice..” He fumbles over his words. At 60 years of age, here he is, bumbling like a fool, feeling like a middle schooler trying to ask out his crush.

Your laughter sounds sweet to his ears as you can’t help but giggle at his awkward charm. “Thank you, Ford, that’s sweet of you. You ready to head out?” You swiftly change the topic in order to save him from further embarrassment.

“Y-Yes! Let’s get going, I think the kids are ready.” Ford says, following you out.

The five of you end up piling into your car, able to stuff all your bags into the trunk with the camping gear in the cargo box on your roof rack. The seating situation ended up being a bit of an issue, Mabel and Dipper piling into the back automatically but both Stan and Ford reach for the passenger door. 

“I gotta sit in the front to navigate, Ford.” Stan explained, holding up the map to the campsite in his hand.

Unable to argue with that logic, Ford begrudgingly gets in the back with Mabel and Dipper. 

The next half an hour of the drive along the Redwood Highway is filled with Stan pointing out each of the other tourist traps, sharing stories of how they pranked the Mystery Shack, including a time where they taped Soos to the ceiling, and Mabel and Dipper teaching Ford the game Punch Buggy.

“Who invented this game? It’s pure torture!” Ford groans, his arm sore after Mabel and Dipper had socked him a few times in a row.

“Grunkle Ford, I think you just need to improve your reaction times.” Dipper chuckles.

Finally arriving at the campground, you are grateful to see that there were plenty of spots still open, opting for one with a firepit nearby the lake. The moment you parked, the kids ran out, taking in the sight of the crystal clear lake and roaming around to explore the campground. 

“Let’s set up the tents before we head out for the hike to the stream. I know we’re gonna be tired after it and get lazy.” You explain to Stan and Ford who nod and follow your lead as you open up the cargo box, grabbing the tents and handing them both one to set up while you put up the hammock and canopy. 

“Uhh, Y/N, are two tents going to be enough for all of us?” Stan asked as he began to hammer the spikes into the ground. You nod, “Yeah, one of them is pretty roomy so at least three people should be able to fit inside.”

Unfortunately, you had overestimated how much room was in the bigger tent as Ford and Stan tested it out themselves, only an inch of room left over.

“Well… I guess I’ll just sleep under the stars tonight, not a big deal.” You glance over at the hammock, grateful you brought it with. 

“Are you sure? You’ll be eaten alive by mosquitos out here.” Ford says with concern.

“I have a mosquito net in the hammock, thankfully. I can also douse myself in bug spray before I sleep for extra precaution.” You explain, lifting the hammock to reveal a net that you could zip up to shield you from the bugs.

“It’s your tent, Y/N. I’ll just sleep in the hammock, you and Ford can take the tent.” Stan offers, “Besides, I snore… loud. I don’t think anyone wants to be stuck in a tent with me.”

You mull over the offer before smiling graciously, “Alright, thanks for offering, Stan. I’m gonna go find the kids and we’ll head out for the hike.” You walk away. Once your back is faced away from the twins, Stan grins mischievously at his brother, “You know it might get awfully cold at night.. Make sure to keep ‘em warm.” Ford’s face turns red, swiftly elbowing his brother in the ribs.

“Ow! Why’d you have to elbow my good rib?!”

After finding Dipper and Mabel, you all begin your hike to the stream where Stan wanted to pan for gold. The massive trees that towered above you provided much needed shade as you followed the trail. Along the way, Ford would make commentary on the various flora, listing off facts off the top of his head despite studying them years ago. 

“How does he know all of this? I work in the Parks and I don’t even know this much.” You mutter out loud in awe. Stan chuckles, “Ford’s practically a walking encyclopedia. I’m sure he talked your ear off back in the day..” You recall the memory of your first time meeting Ford that had finally returned yesterday, sitting in front of him as he easily explained the theory surrounding seismic refractions with ease, like he had spent the last 20 years of his life studying it.

“Yeah… he kinda did. But I don’t think I minded, I get the sense that he gets passionate about the things he loves. There’s like a spark in his eyes when he gets to just share his knowledge to someone who’s willing to listen.” You admit with a smile. “Yeah, I never really understood what he was talking about half the time… but I get what you mean.” Stan comments fondly.

“Y/N, look at this cool rock I found! It’s kinda funny looking.” Mabel says, running up to you with a rock with several ridges and grooves. Stan looks at the rock himself, “Looks kinda like the mole I got on my back.” to which Mabel groans at the mental image. 

You laugh softly at Mabel’s reaction, taking the rock from her as she hands it off to you to examine before you recognize it, “Well, actually, this funny looking rock actually has a gemstone inside of it - if you’d wanna see?” You explain with a grin. 

Mabel’s eyes light up and she nods eagerly, “Can I crack it open?” You chuckle at her enthusiasm, handing her the rock, “Of course. Luckily, I brought some of my excavating tools with me.” You rummage through your backpack before pulling out a wooden hammer for her to use. 

You had a pickaxe but you had the hindsight to not give a 13-year-old a metal tool that she could easily poke her eye out with.

“Go crazy, Mabel.” You encourage her and she takes your lead, placing it down on the ground and giving it a swift wack. This catches Dipper and Ford’s attention as Ford was in the middle of explaining to Dipper the various types of mushrooms that gnomes use for homes.

The rock split open, revealing the shiny interior. You reach down to pick it up, showing Mabel the different layers of quartz. “This gemstone is actually called a thunderegg. Funny name for a funny looking rock, I guess, but all of them have different patterns depending on how long they’ve been here.” You explain, handing it back to Mabel, “When we get back to the Mystery Shack, I can polish it for you so it shines a little bit better.”

She puts it up to the sun, watching it sparkle as the light refracts off the quartz. “It can get shinier than this?!” Mabel exclaims excitedly to which you chuckled, “It certainly can!” She glances between the gemstone and the sunstone that hangs on your neck, “Could you show me how to get it on a necklace like you have yours? I have a bunch of string and craft stuff at the Shack we can use!”

You clear your throat, “Actually Mabel, you might want to ask your Grunkle Ford. After all, he’s the one who made this for me.” You admit with a shy smile.

“Grunkle Ford, you old softie! I didn’t know you could make something like that!” Mabel says as she turns to Ford with a teasing grin, almost squealing in delight. Ford rubs the back of his neck bashfully, “Well, I do like to dabble in artistic endeavors every now and then. Though I’ve only ever done a project like this for Y/N.” He admitted.

You find your own cheeks getting warm, grabbing the necklace and glancing down at it with a sudden fondness. You look up to see Ford staring at you in a pining manner before quickly looking away, suddenly engrossed in the mushrooms at his feet. 

“Alright, you two, let’s get moving! We’re burning daylight here and I need to get to this gold as soon as possible before these greedy suckers get to it first!” Stan’s voice cuts through the moment, though his expression was more amused than annoyed.

“R-Right!” Both you and Ford stutter, picking up the pace.

You finally make it to the stream, watching in amusement as Stan immediately begins to roll up his pants the moment it comes into view.

“Alright, pan me, Y/N!” Stan says, placing his hand out. You roll your eyes playfully, reaching into your backpack to grab some pans you had snagged from a gold panning site during one of your shifts at the Parks. You handed it over to Stan before holding up the two other ones you had, “You wanna help your Grunkle get some gold?” You ask Dipper and Mabel.

“Oh, I’ll help but this’ll be my stash, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel grins, taking a pan and kicking off her socks and shoes to join Stan in the stream. Dipper quickly follows behind Mabel and you get ready to join them in the water, kicking off your sandals before pausing as Ford takes a seat on a nearby log.

“You’re not gonna join us, Ford?” You ask, rolling up your pants up to your calves. Ford shakes his head, placing his bag next to him, “I’m going to catch up on some reading, go enjoy yourself, Y/N.” 

“More gold for us then!” Stan says, shaking the pan in the water. You’re distracted by Dipper and Mabel’s laughter, coming behind the two of them. You crouch down, grabbing a clump full of mud and rocks beneath a larger boulder and placing it into the pans. You demonstrate how to properly pan for gold, letting the two of them shake the dirt loose. You feel a splash against your side and look over to see Stan shaking the pan a little too aggressively.

“Whoa, pump the breaks, you might be losing out on gold shaking it like that.” You say, walking over to Stan as the twins seem to have the hang of it. You lean over, pressing up against Stan’s side as your hands cup underneath his. “Once you have most of the dirt out, you want to be a little bit more gentle with your agitation or else the gold will come out.” 

Your hands guide Stan’s, shaking the pan with a bit more delicacy, letting the water wash out the remaining dirt to reveal large flecks of gold. “Now we’re talking!” Stan says excitedly, accessing the gold. He looks back up at you with a sheepish smile, “Uh.. thanks for helping me out.” You shoot him a warm smile, “No problem, didn’t want your efforts to go to waste. Besides, it looks like you got some catching up to do!” You nod your head over to Dipper’s pan which sparkles with gold.

Stan wasn’t sure whether his heart beat racing was because of his excitement over the gold or from having you up so close to him.

He tries to push the thought, not wanting to dwell on the weird feeling as he takes the challenge, throwing more clumps of mud into his pan, “Oh it is on!”

Ford watches from afar, a journal precariously propped up on his leg as he sketches out the scene before him - you with your hair tied up, clutching your stomach as you laugh at the antics of his family. He smiles fondly as the real reason he wanted to watch was to be able to have the opportunity to sketch you. 

When he started the journals, they were mostly dedicated to his research though he had a fleeting thought every now and then to sketch you into a few entries as you helped him with several of his discoveries.

There was also a part of him wanting to relish in this and have his own memories to look back on, knowing how fleeting this moment was and how uncertain the road ahead of getting your memories back was. 

“Grunkle Ford, look at all the gold Dipper and I got!” Mabel ran up to him, holding her pan with a decent amount of gold. Dipper follows behind her, noticing that his great uncle was sketching something in a journal. His eyes lit up in curiosity, “Did you see an anomaly out here, Grunkle Ford?”

Ford looked up from his sketch, taken aback by Dipper’s question, “No, I was just sketching some of the scenery!” Mabel’s eyes narrow and she looks over at Dipper with a skeptical look that he returns. The two of them rush to Ford’s side, Mabel’s hand slamming on the sketchbook to keep Ford from shutting it. They both look down to see the detailed drawing of you and Mabel squeals loudly, causing you and Stan to look over.

“Everything ok over there?” You ask, pulling out the bits of gold from Stan’s pan and collecting them in a pail you had brought with you. “Y-yes, everything’s fine over here!” Ford stammers. You look over at Stan who simply shrugs, “I stopped asking a long time ago.”

When you turn your attention back to Stan, Ford lets out a sigh of relief before starting back at Mabel’s wide grin and Dipper’s amused smile. “So that’s why you didn’t wanna join us in the water.” Dipper pointed out. “Grunkle Ford, you should totally show her! She would love this!!” Mabel suggests excitedly. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that would be the best idea, Mabel.” Ford explains with a sad smile, patting Mabel’s head as she deflates in disappointment, “I fear that it might scare her away if I’m too forward with my feelings. I caused her a lot of pain before and I wouldn’t want to put her in an even more uncomfortable situation when she regains all her memories… but maybe if she gives me a second chance, I’ll show it to her.” Mabel slightly brightens up with a smile, nodding.

The twins head back into the water, depositing their gold into the pail before starting back up. Somehow, panning for gold had turned into a splashing contest after Mabel accidentally sloshed her pan too aggressively, causing it to hit Dipper in the back. Splashes were exchanged back and forth in a playful manner with Stan and you managing to get caught in the crossfire. 

“Oh you two are going to get it!” Stan says in a menacing tone, using his pan to splash them back in retaliation. Laughter filled the stream, and you glance over your shoulder to see Ford completely dry with his nose in the journal. You walk up, wringing out the water from your top. “Looks like you’re doing more writing than reading.” You point out with a grin.

Ford shuts his journal immediately at the sound of your voice, placing it back into his bag swiftly, “S-Sorry, I tend to get engrossed in whatever I’m doing.” He looks up finally to see your clothes completely wet and blinks, “You’re soaking wet, Y/N.” You chuckle, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the water, “Yeah, and you’re completely dry so let’s change that.”

“Y-Y/N, wait a second, I-!” Ford’s protest is cut off the moment you tug him forward a bit too forcefully. He loses balance on his feet, causing him to fall forward… with you tumbling down with him. Your back hits the water, causing a huge splash to which Stan and the twins turn around to look at. You look up to see Ford on top of you, his arms on either side of your head with a look of concern etched across his features.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Ford frets over you, not realizing the compromising position you’re both in. Heat blooms into your cheeks at the sight, the fabric of Ford’s shirt now damp and clinging to his shoulders and chest. You begin to sit up, causing Ford to back away. “I-I’m alright, sorry for tugging you so hard.” You mutter, eyes widening as Ford cradles the back of your head, his own eyes assessing your face carefully. “Um, Ford, what are you doing?”

“Well, I have to check for bruises or lacerations. Traumatic head injuries are no joke, Y/N. Now follow my finger with your eyes.” Ford instructs, placing his index finger in front of your eyes and moving it up and down and side to side. You follow his instructions but get distracted by a flash in your peripheral vision.

Ford and you look over to see Mabel with a camera in her hand, a wide grin spread across her cheeks, “That’s definitely going in the scrapbook!”

-

After making your way back to the campsite, Stan got started on a fire to help everyone warm up while your wet clothes hung on the tree nearby. Thankfully, you all brought a change of clothes, slipping on a sweater over your shirt as you step out of you and Ford’s tent.

You blinked, seeing Stan sitting alone on a log next to the fire, stoking the flames with a large stick.

“Where’s Ford and the kids?” You ask, looking around as Ford and the twins were nowhere to be found. You approach the fire, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as the flame warms your hands as you extend them outward.

“Apparently what I thought was a mosquito was actually a fairy. Almost swatted it before Ford stopped me.” Stan said, swinging around the bug zapper he brought. “Ford went to go see with the kids if there were more nearby.”

“A fairy? I know Ford mentioned there were anomalies out here but I didn’t expect them to be straight out of a fantasy novel..” You said in surprise, taking a seat next to Stan and grabbing a Pitt Cola out of the cooler near his feet.

“Oh you think that’s bad? There’s tons more apparently.. My memories of all of ‘em haven’t quite come back but I found a gnome in our backyard just this past week if that tells ya anything.” Stan chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to see what else is out there. Ford mentioned wanting to bring me anomaly hunting one day while I’m here.” You comment, curious if there were more threatening anomalies out there considering Ford had mentioned wanting to take you on a safer one.

“Of course Poindexter suggested anomaly hunting as a date.” Stan snickers.

“I wouldn’t call it a date, I’m sure he’ll want to bring Dipper and Mabel along like he did tonight.” You say.

“I doubt it, he’s been wanting to get one-on-one time with you any chance he gets. Thought he was ready to fight me earlier when I rode in the front with you.” Stan scoffed, tossing another piece of dry wood into the fire.

You watch as the flames grow before your eyes, the smoke pluming into the sky. Bringing your knees up to your chest as you hug them, you ask Stan about his brother, “What was Ford like… before you guys reconnected? Did he do something that caused your guys’ relationship to be rocky?”

Stan’s body stills at your question, placing his Pitt Cola down and leaning back with his hands holding him up. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just…” You take a breath, your brows knitting together to find the right words, “Even though our first impression… I guess second impression since obviously we knew each other.. Either way, it was pretty bad. But he’s shown me that he can be kind and thoughtful. I just can’t wrap my head around how he could be capable of hurting me in the way that he describes.”

Stan stares back at you, a conflicted look in his eyes, and you stare down at the ground, embarrassment running over you, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be bringing this up.. He’s your brother for god’s sake and I’m asking you these probing questions about him behind his back.”

“No… I get why you’re asking them.” Stan finally responds, causing you to look up. His hand rests on his neck, rubbing it in thought, “From what I remember, Ford and I growing up were like two peas in a pod. Inseparable. I did something stupid when I was a teenager that pretty much sabotaged Ford’s chance into his dream school.”

“Guess some good came out of that… obviously he met you.” Stan says, staring back at you finally. “We didn’t talk... for ten years after that. Honestly, those years in between when we didn’t talk are still pretty blurry but I can tell you that when he finally reached back out, it wasn’t for the reasons I had hoped.”

“Were they selfish reasons?” You ask, trying to understand how they just recently made up if they reunited over thirty years ago.

Stan explains, “In a way. You see, Ford got in his head way too much. He still kinda does but back then, we got into a huge fight after he pretty much pushed me away again. Told me to take his research and go as far away from him as possible. It felt like he cared more about his research more than anything else. More than himself. More than me.”

“He did tell me he pushed away the people who cared about him the most in his pursuit to prove his worth. I guess we were those people, including Fiddleford.” You reflect before asking the main question on your mind, “I still don’t get what happened between you guys reuniting back then and then just making up this past summer.”

Stan pauses before sighing as he pinches the bridge of the nose, “I was hoping Poindexter was going to be the one to explain all this portal nonsense to you but I guess I’ll try my best.”

Stan proceeds to explain in the most condensed and simplistic way he can the background behind Ford’s research, building the portal and how his brother got sucked into the portal after Stan pushed him into it by accident during their fight and was stuck in another dimension until last summer.

You stare back at Stan like he has two heads, wondering if Ford bribed him with a couple bucks to prank you with this elaborate tale straight out of a sci-fi movie.

“Yeah, that’s the exact same look I had on my face when Ford told me about the portal.” Stan chuckles, watching as you digest the information. 

“So Ford’s been literally trapped in another dimension for the past 30 years?” You finally speak, your brain moving on from denial to confusion.

“Yup. You ever notice he speaks kinda prim and proper all the time, it’s by choice but also because he’s thirty years behind on any slang or pop culture reference.” Stan shares before staring at you intensely, “Don’t get me started about his reaction when Dipper told him Pluto wasn’t a planet anymore.”

“Wait a second, this portal…” You get up from your seat on the log, heading back into you and Ford’s tent before coming back with your small black journal. Stan stares at the journal and shakes his head in disbelief, “No wonder you and my brother dated.”

You roll your eyes, choosing to ignore the comment before flipping to a specific page and opening it up to Stan, “Did the portal look like this?”

Stan stares at the paper, squinting his eyes as he looks at your rough drawing of the portal before nodding, “Yeah, that’s the portal, alright.”

“So that’s what Ford was working on in my dreams… it was the portal that he thought was going to be the answer to his research.” You say, the realization hitting you as you stare down at the drawing, “Maybe this portal is the reason we parted ways.“ You were beginning to put pieces of you and Ford’s history together, it was becoming more and more clear 

Stan wonders if he might have shared too much with you, seeing the gears turning in your head. Maybe he should have held his tongue, waited for Ford to explain all this stuff to you since he usually had the answers. 

You place a hand on his broad shoulder, interrupting his thoughts, “Hey Stan… sorry for putting you on the spot but I really appreciate it. I feel like I understand what’s happening in my dreams way more.” You pause before saying, “It also helps to know that Ford didn’t just push me away but other people during that time.”

Stan’s shoulders visibly relax and he feels a sense of comfort in your touch. “No problem, glad I could explain it in a non-sciencey way. Trust me, when Ford explained it to me, half the stuff he said flew right over my head.” 

You both hear footsteps approaching and turn around to see Ford carrying a mason jar that contained a pink fairy that fluttered around in confusion with Mabel and Dipper trailing by his side. 

“Y/N, look at this fairy!” Mabel says excitedly, running up to you. 

You approach Ford, crouching down to observe the fairy. Your eyes widen in intrigue, watching as there is a distinct trail of glitter that follows it as it flutters about. You glance up at Ford, “Is the fairy gonna be okay in there?” 

Ford rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “I’ll release it, Mabel insisted we catch one to bring back to show you.” 

“This is your first time seeing an anomaly, right, Y/N?” Dipper asks, curious if you remember any of the anomalies you saw with his great uncle when he first started his research.

“Well, first time that I can remember at least. Your Grunkle Stan was telling me there are apparently gnomes that live near the Mystery Shack.” You chuckle, placing your hands on the jar.

“Those gnomes kinda still creep me out to this day..” Mabel commented, now sitting next to Stan with a skewer stacked with marshmallows to put over the fire.

You look over at Ford for an explanation who simply shrugs and Dipper chimes in, “They.. uh tried to marry Mabel and make her their gnome queen.” 

First, the fairy, then Ford getting trapped in an interdimensional portal, and now, this.

You wonder how many more crazy reveals your brain could take in a single day.

“Wanna do the honors and release it?” Ford asks, handing the jar off to you. You take it cautiously, slowly opening the lid and wincing as you pull back the lid. The fairy immediately bursts out, leaving a trail of pink dust behind as it flies into the night sky.

You glance back at Stan and raise an eyebrow, “How did you think that was a mosquito?”

Ford chuckled at your question, “I was thinking the same thing when he almost fried it with his bug zapper.” 

“My vision isn't the greatest, okay? I got cataracts!” 

You, Ford and the kids laugh, coming together in front of the fire. You were shoulder to shoulder with Stan and Ford, Mabel sitting on the ground in front of you while you braided her hair and Dipper being in charge of roasting both him and Mabel’s marshmallows after she lit hers on fire.

You come to find out that Stan’s talent to spin an elaborate tale translates well into telling spooky ghost stories by the fire, wriggling his fingers and using his hands to help emphasize his points. Surprisingly, he ends up having a captivated audience, even Ford listening in amusement with his arms crossed.

Seeing the kids starting to yawn and their eyes getting heavier after a few hours, you all decide to call it for the evening. Stan and Ford work on stamping out the flames as you walk over to Dipper and Mabel’s tent, making sure they have their flashlights on them in case of a late night bathroom run before zipping up their tent.

Out in the woods, the dark sky above is littered with stars. With the light source of the flames gone, the constellations in the sky are even more clear. Ford watches you staring up at the night sky in awe. He recalls the nights where the two of you would sit on the roof where you most likely sat with his brother the other evening, noting all the various constellations. 

He wonders if you remember his favorite ones or if just by association to the memory of him, they’ve been wiped clean from your brain.

Ford approaches you, his eyes glancing up at the wondrous view above the both of you, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It really is…” You reply with a smile, “I haven’t seen them this clearly in years. Usually light pollution ends up making it hard to them at all.”

“Do you have a favorite constellation?” Ford asks though he already knows the answer.

Perseus.

“Perseus is my favorite.” You answer, extending your arm outward to point it out to Ford. His eyes follow your finger to the constellation, staring up at it. Not that he needed you to point it out for him, he often would look up the stars during his travels with Stanley and find it. 

Wondering if you were out there somewhere staring at it as well.

“The Hero Constellation… a great choice.” Ford hums before letting out a yawn.

“Getting past your bedtime?” You tease, causing Ford to laugh softly.

“You know I’m not that much older than you, Y/N. You’re making me feel like an old geezer.” Ford banters back.

Stan pats you both on the shoulder, “Well, this old geezer is gonna hit the hay. I didn’t get any sleep last night since we spent the whole night planning this.” He starts approaching the hammock before staring at it with his hands on his hips before looking back at you.

“Hey, uh, how do I get in this thing?” He asks.

Ford slaps his forehead and you roll your eyes mirthfully, walking over to show Stan how to get into the hammock.

“You can head to bed, Ford. This might.. take a while.” You tell Ford, trailing off as you watch Stan attempt to put his foot in and almost flip the hammock over.

Ford nods, despite wanting to wait up for you, he knew it would be infinitely more awkward trying to fall asleep with you laying right there in front of him. “I’ll sleep on the further side so you don’t have to step over me on your way into the tent. Good night, Y/N.” He says.

“Good night, Ford.” You reply with a wave as you try to hold the fabric of the hammock taut to give Stan enough stability to slip inside.

“Yeah, good night to you too, Ford.” Stan calls out wryly to which Ford proceeds to flick off his brother playfully before slipping into the tent.

-

After assisting Stan into the hammock and helping put the mosquito net over him, you slip into you and Ford’s tent. You try to move as carefully as possible, not wanting to disturb Ford who laid inside a sleeping bag on the other side of the tent. You glance over, seeing Ford sleeping peacefully next to you.

You notice he still has his glasses on and you reach over carefully, slipping them off gingerly. Ford slightly stirs which causes you to halt your movements before his breath evens out again, showing that he was still deep in sleep. You place his glasses off to the side and finally slip into your sleeping bag.

Your eyelids grow heavy the moment your head rests on the pillow, the lack of sleep from the night before catching up to you. You drift to sleep, not thinking about what dream might await you this evening.

The sensation of the metal desk presses against the small of your back. You feel like a mouse cornered by a cat, Ford’s frame towering over you as your hands are pinned down. A lump forms in your throat as you stare back at the man you love, his eyes bright yellow and his pupils narrow.

“So you’re Bill?” You say cautiously. 

You had seen Bill briefly move into Ford’s mind to help him solve an equation that had stumped him or share a finding to help with his research but never fully taking control of his body.

“That’s me, I’m sure Ford’s told you all about me..” Bill grins, “After all, I am his muse.”

You bristle at the term, the exact reaction Bill had hoped for to get under your skin. 

You listened to Ford go on and on about how amazing his muse was, how he helped ease his mind, how he understood him like no one else did.

All while you stood there, feeling insignificant as each day went on.

A shudder ran down your spine as a cold hand reached up to cup your chin, tilting your head side to side while Bill’s eyes assessed you like a specimen in a lab, “Listen, Y/N, you’re becoming a bit of a distraction to old Fordsy.”

“Distraction? What do you mean?” You say defensively.

“Every time you try to get him to go to bed, every time you and that hillbilly try to goof around and pull him away from his work, it delays him finishing this portal.” Bill points out.

“He’s a human being, not a robot. He can’t just keep working himself into exhaustion.” You protest.

Bill’s eyes narrow.

He doesn’t like that response.

“Listen, Gemstone, you really want to get in the way of Ford’s dreams? I thought you loved him,” Bill cackles, his hand sliding down to press tightly against your throat. The pressure pushes the gem on your necklace further into your skin, causing you to wince.

“I-I do.” You wheeze out, your airway feeling restricted but not being choked quite yet.

“Then if you do, take my advice. The sooner you leave him alone to work on and finish this portal, the sooner he can rest. Don’t you want him to be able to show this to his old man and finally hear that he’s proud of him?” Bill says with a maniacal grin.

He knows he got you with his last question, your face morphing into guilt.

You knew how important this was to Ford, how he needed this portal to work so he could make something out of all his research and hard work. You knew how desperately Ford wanted that validation from his family, from his dad.

“We have a deal?” Bill asks.

“Alright… I’ll leave him alone.” You cave, gasping for air as Bill removes his hand.

“Good, glad we were able to come to an understanding. I’ll make sure Ford gets all the knowledge I can offer and you two can finally start the life you always wanted together, right?” Bill says with a grin before crouching down to be eye level with you.

“Now don’t tell, Ford, about our little meeting, okay? We wouldn’t want him to worry and get distracted, now would we?”

You shoot up in a panic, a sense of dread filling your body. Your eyes dart to see Ford lying there and you immediately back away, the memory of his hand on your neck fresh in your subconscious. Your legs kick the sleeping bag away, not caring what noise you make. Your hands tremble, fumbling with the zipper of the tent before finally getting it unzipped enough to slip out of the tent.

The air hits your cheeks but it’s not enough to stop your racing heart.

Your feet carry you over to the lake, crouching to the ground as your hands cup together to splash the water onto your face. The cool liquid pricks at your skin but the sensation is enough to shock you out of your fevered state. 

Your fast breaths slow down in pace and after a few splashes of cold water, your breath has begun to even out.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump.

“Are you okay?”

[lightsoutmatthews]

New Rules - Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: You and Andrei used to date, now you´re trying to let go of him with a set of new rules which should work (more or less)

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x female!reader

warnings: angst (some), sexual themes (not explicit, hints to), mentions of break up, hints to toxic behavior, mentions of being drunk

word count: 3.05k

authors note:

this is my very first time publishing anything I´ve written like ever

feedback is appreciated

english is not my native language so bear with any grammar or spelling mistakes

Svech is portrait as kind of toxic, that´s not how I see him irl

I hope you enjoy :))

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ONE: Don’t pick up the phone, you know he´s only calling cause he´s drunk and alone

“Give me your phone.” Your friend demanded as you checked it for the millionth time that evening. “What?” Confusion was written all over your face even though you knew exactly what she meant. “You are not waiting for his call.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

She knew you were waiting. He had just lost the metropolitan division final round against the Rangers. They had battled hard, almost came back to equalize the series after being down 3-1 just a few days prior but it wasn’t enough. Seeing the defeat on his and his teammates faces after they once again did not even come close to winning the cup broke your heart.

You were there when they got swept in the eastern conference final the year prior. You comforted him after the game, let him get drunk out of his mind and then brought him back to your shared apartment where he cried in your arms over not being able to be on the ice to help his teammates reach their ultimate goal. 

“We both know he will call as soon as he´s drunk enough. He always does.” Unfortunately, your friend knew your relationship well enough for that. When you were together, he always called after bad games. Sometimes when he was drunk, sometimes when he was sober, but he always called.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine. You knew you should have blocked him the first time it happened after you broke up. He was injured again. Taking a puck to the face. You had broken up a few weeks prior to that after one of your many disagreements was the tripping point for you.

He slurred his words during the phone call, begging and pleading for you to take him back. That he would change, for you. It broke your heart to turn him down.

“Give me the phone, girl.” Your friend held out her hand again, waiting for you to finally place the device into it. Your shoulders slumped. You knew you should give it to her because you would give in as soon as the call came through. Her face tensed when you made no move, just kept twirling the phone around. “You want him to call.” It was a statement not a question. You didn’t have to answer for you both knew you did.

“You need to get over him.” She hissed, slamming her drink down on the wooden bar top. “You relationship was toxic. He manipulated you. He wanted to take away your dreams and make you a trophy piece he can put next to the Stanley Cup one day. A beautiful thing on his arm he can show off. When will your realize?” Her face turned red as she spoke, her voice laced with venom.

A loud sigh left your mouth. She was right but still there was this feeling deep inside your chest that made you go back to him. “Grow up. He´s a playboy. A kid they gave too much money to who now thinks he´s the king of the world and can get away with everything because he´s good at shooting a rubber disk at a net.”

Each word stung in your chest. You knew she was right. “And yet I still love him.” Right on que your phone started to ring. Andrei Svechnikov.

“If you take this, I can´t do this anymore. I´m done watching you getting your heart broken by this asshole. You know he is only calling because he is drunk and alone.” You rolled your eyes. You knew she didn’t mean it; she just didn’t want you to get hurt again.

“Hey…” you said before dismissing her by turning around.

TWO: Don´t let him in, you´ll have to kick him out again

You thought he had gone back to Russia during the off season but when you had a knock at your door in the middle of the night. A gasp left your mouth when you saw the scene on the other side.

Seth Jarvis and Jesperi Kotkaniemi holding up a very drunk looking Andrei shooting each other worried glances as they waited for someone to open the door.

You leaned your forehead against the cold wood for a second, contemplating if you should let him in. With his state it would mean that he would spend the night, and you would have to kick him out again the next morning. Guilt would eat you alive if you let him stay but something in you knew you could not let him stand out there.

Three pairs of wide eyes looked at you after you gathered the courage to open. Jarvy and KKs eyes soon turned into guilt. Unspoken apologies filling the air. “BABY.” Andrei shouted. Peaking your head left and right you made sure no neighbors were nearby. “Hey.” You weren’t sure any of the men heard you. “He insisted on coming here.” KK stated, his words laced with guilt.

The both of you knew he knew better than bringing him here, so did Seth but you knew once Andrei had an idea in his head it was hard to get him to stop. “We´re sorry. We will take him home.” Seth fidgeted with his left hand and brushed it over his already tussled hair.

Your eyes wandered over the slump body of your ex-boyfriend. He was barely hanging on to his teammates shoulders. It must have been quite the process to even get him up here in the first place. “Bring him in.” KK exchanged a worried glance with his teammate on Andrei´s other arm. “Are you sure?”

Another loud sigh escaped your mouth before you could stop it. You knew you should say no. “Just do it, I will deal with the consequences later.”

Once Andrei was settled on your couch, deep asleep within seconds, you and his teammates stood in silence. Unspoken words heavy in the air. “We shouldn’t have come here.” Seth broke the silence. “It´s fine.” That was the end of the conversation.

The next morning you were awake way to early after the late-night disturbance. Andrei was still asleep on the couch when you walked into the living room. “Why are you here?” you whispered into the quiet space.

“I miss you.” Goosebumps rose on your arms at his reply. “Drei…” He groaned as he sat up. His hair tussled, his shirt wrinkled, his eyes shot red from the alcohol he indulged in last night. “I´m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking coming here. It was like a reflex when Jarvy and KK tried to take me home.”

“It´s fine.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “No, actually it´s not fine. Andrei, what are we doing? You call me when you are drunk, you show up at my doorstep when you´re drunk. Jarvy and KK apologized approximately fifty times for your behavior last night. We broke up months ago because YOU could no longer deal with my dramatics. You´re here for what exactly? Because it is certainly not to beg me for forgiveness.”

“I saw you on your date a few nights ago.” His confession hit you like a truck. You went for lunch with a guy from work a while ago. A friend from work, but you didn´t tell him that.

“And that gives you a right to do what? You can’t state any claim to me. We broke up, Andrei.” You clapped your hands over your face. The exhaustion from the long night now coming back to haunt you.

A beat passes with no reply. “Leave.” His eyes shot up in surprise. “What…?” You knew he wanted to say more but no words came out of his mouth. “Leave, Andrei. Leave and never come back. Never contact me again. We are over. I want to move on with my life and moving on does not include you.”

THREE: Don’t be his friend, you know you´re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning

Months passed without seeing him after you threw him out of your apartment that night. You moved on with life. A few dates here and there, but nothing came out of it. Sometimes he was on your mind during them. In the beginning you compared them to him even though you didn’t want to, but things got better with time.

The more time passed between the last time you saw Andrei and the present day the less your thought about him actually. Your friend, who obviously did not stop being friends with you because you picked up the phone, was happy with the development and set you up with various different people throughout the passing time.

All came crashing down the next time you saw Andrei. It was New Years Eve. You were at a club in Miami to celebrate. Some girlfriends talked you into a trip over the year change and you said yes. Having been wrapped up with work prior to the holidays you were excited to let loose for a bit.

The bass hammered through your body a few hours into the evening. Alcohol had been flowing in masses, and it was still an hour until the new year. You swung your arms over your head to a Latin song you liked, your girlfriends next to you. “The guy over there has been starring at you for the past 10 minutes, you should go talk to him.” one of them yelled into your ear.

You followed her finger and looked directly into pretty blue eyes. The guy had blonde hair and muscles that everyone could see under his slightly too small shirt. “Go talk to him! He´s hot!” Your friend yelled again.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He greeted you as soon as you slid on a chair next to him. “Hey there yourself.” Flirting came easier to you when you had drunken but something about talking to him made him nervous. “What´s a pretty girl like you doing here ringing the new year in all alone?” You knew it was the worst way to open a conversation and in a sober state you wouldn’t have fallen for it but in this scenario, you looked up at him with heart eyes.

“Waiting for a guy like you to talk to me.” I shot him a wink which made him chuckle. You and he fell into an easy conversation. He told you that he´s here for a bachelor party and you told him about your girls trip to Miami. Conversation flowed easily, you blushed as he bought you another drink and brushed a strand of your hair out of your face. His touch lingering a little longer for just a friendly gesture.

“Babe, there you are.” The words hit you like ice cold water. The familiar Russian accent sending a shiver down your spine. “Babe?” The guy in front of you questioned as he saw the tall Russian step into your space. “Yeah, man, thanks for taking care of her, when she´s drunk she likes to wander. You next drink is on me.”

Perplexity was written all over the guys face but Andrei´s expression was ice cold, so he took the hint.

“Are you out of your mind?” You went off on him as soon as he was out of your earshot. “Hello to you too, malysh.” The Russian term of endearment something you had grown familiar with over time. “Fuck off, Andrei.” You pushed him out of the way and marched back towards your friends, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm.

“Let me go.” You whisper yelled as to not draw too much attention to you two. He didn’t comply. “Svechnikov, I´m warning you. I told you the last time we saw each other that you don’t have any claim to me anymore so, I have no idea what your little stunt back there was supposed to be but thanks for that.”

“He looked like a douchebag. You´re not good enough for him.” You huffed out a grunt. “And for whom am I good enough? You? Don’t make me laugh.” He grimaced. “I didn’t come here to fight.” His English getting worse with the alcohol, but you still understood him well enough.

“Then what are you here to do?” The two of you had wandered around in the club, now standing almost in the middle of the dance floor. “I wanted to apologize. You blocked me on everything so I could not do it via text, so I took my chance.” Your eyes narrowed. You didn’t really know what to do with his confession.

“I would like for us to be friends. I know you hung out with KK and Jarvy.” Your eyebrows raised. Friends. He wanted to be friends. “What?” The tone of your voice must have caught him by surprise because his eyes widened. “Friends.” He repeated.

“Ten… nine… eight… seven…” the countdown started in the background. You were still trapped in the bubble Andrei´s words put you in, so they sounded like you had something stuck in your ears. “Let´s start the new year with a truce. Friends. We hang out occasionally, you come to a game every now and then. I promise to stop texting you drunk and to call you, and to show up at your house in the middle of the night unless you ask me to.” He slurred, half of his words getting lost in the chanting and celebrating happening around you.

You knew you should not do it. You knew this would end in disaster, just like it did the last times but were unable to tell this man no. He had captured you from the moment he first entered your life and put his spell on you. “Fine.”

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You blinked your eyes open stung by the brightness that hit you when you fully woke up. Holding your hand in front of your eyes, blocking the sun from hitting you in the face. This was not your hotel room; you could tell from the window you were looking at alone. Behind you the rustling of sheets let you know that whoever you went home with was still with you.

After taking a deep breath you tried to manage the headache that immediately hit you. The last thing you remembered was talking to Andrei, setting a truce with him about being friends. A mistake, you immediately thought.

Taking another deep breath, you picked up your phone and checked the time. Shortly after eleven in the morning. You didn’t remember when exactly you got here or how, but you knew that you were naked which meant you drunkenly slept with someone.

Usually, hookups were not your thing but today you could bring yourself to care. This is why you came to Miami. “Good morning, malysh.” Your heart skipped a beat. There is no way. Blinking a few short times to make sure you were not dreaming you turned around.

Andrei lifted his hand to block out the sun just like you had a few minutes earlier. “Fuck.” You mumbled. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. No, this is not happening. I´m dreaming.” You pinched yourself in the arm, jerking as it actually hurt.

Andrei chuckled behind you. “You okay?” His voice was rough and still laced with the screaming that had happened the night before. You buried your head in your hands. This could not be happening. You could not be in his hotel room, having come back to old patterns again. Your heart was racing, your hands were trembling, and your breathing was getting more rapid by the second.

“Malysh.” His voice mealy above a whisper. Shortly after you felt a soft kiss to your naked shoulder. “You´re panicking.” He correctly reads your actions. “Go.” was the only thing you said to him. “Baby, I can´t go, this is my hotel room.”

“Andrei, please, leave me alone for a few minutes.” He sensed the urgency in your words, so he slowly got up. “Okay, but we will talk about this after.”

And if you´re under him, you ain´t getting over him.

You took a few deep breaths, telling the situations was not as bad as you thought. At least you didn’t go with a stranger. An ex-boyfriend was not that much better, but it could have been worse. Drunk you is acting on sober you´s thoughts. Is what you thought. Did you still have feelings for Andrei? Was that a question you wanted to think about right now?

Andrei returned before you could finish your internal discussion. Shorts hung low on his body, his bulge visibly staining against the front. “There is no way you are turned on right now.” You tried to deflect. “What do you think happens when you are naked in my bed. You´re the hottest woman I have ever come across.”

You weren’t sure if he was being serious. Sure, he told you the same thing multiple times throughout your actual relationship, but he was with hotter people after. You saw the gossip, the models he was surrounding himself with after you had broken up.

“Stop thinking, Malysh.” The more he called you this specific Russian nickname the more you were taken back to your relationship. The problems but also the good memories. You knew this must end after today. You couldn’t let yourself get back to this.

He stepped into your space and started to prep your neck with kisses. “You´re thinking too much. Let me help you turn your head off just a bit.” He moved his kisses further down your neck before he pushed you down, so your back was hitting the soft sheets of the bed.

It was easy for him to climb over you and still reach every part of your body. He placed a short kiss to your lips before he started wandering again, placing kisses to every inch of you that was available to him.

This was the last time you were indulging in him; you were telling yourself. But the idea vanished when he sucked on your neck, leaving a mark as if you were his again.

You would deal with the consequences later.

[slasherstation]

Do you know any mangas with good black representation ? Namely characters with black features because I feel it can be really tricky to implement them without seeming racist.

I think you can add black characters in manga without seeming racist!

Some manga with black rep would be

Hunter x Hunter (Canary)

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Muhammad Avdol)

Michiko & Hatchin (Michiko is actually inspired by late black artist Aaliyah)

Cowboy Bebop (Coffee)

Bleach (Kaname Tōsen)

Soul Eater (Kiriku Rungu)

Naruto Shippuden (Karui Akimichi and Omoi)

Fire Force (Ogun Montgomery)

Afro Samurai (Afro Samurai)

Carole and Tuesday (Carole Stanley)

Honorable and very good mentions:

Attack on Titan (Onyankopon)

The Great Pretender (Dorothy)

Canon Busters (Created by a black man with black leads)

Witch Hat Atelier (Jujy)

Haikyuu!! (Aran Ojiro)

Sword Art Online (Agil)

Re-Main (Yutaka Babayaro Inomata)

And there are a few others too! I feel like anime and manga SHOULD add black characters without being racist or having weird and racist designs. I think anime and manga is moving in the right direction when it comes to black rep. And people should not be afraid to add characters like that. Many anime fans are black and love to see themselves!

Also a good account that posts black rep and dark skin rep would be @Blackanimechar on twitter (they haven’t posted since 2022) but it’s still good to look at

I believe the more diverse an anime is the better!

[mudisgranapat]

FitnessInfluencer!Reader x GymBro!Ghost

so i’ve recently really gotten into going to the gym and i can’t stop thinking about Ghost working out and reader being an annoying influencer that is always recording at the gym. the last thing he needs is a camera in his face when he is trying to work out and de-compress from his deployment.

After finally finding a 24 hour gym, you get your things ready to film your content. Your youtube channel is one of the most popular nowadays, and it’s the platform where you make most of your videos. Most of them teach people workout series, ranging from stuff they can do at home, hardcore exercises and even a step to step guide on how to use each gym equipment, so newbies don’t get scared of training for the first time by themselves. However, sometimes, you do some vlogging on the side, showing your daily routine and other things, like skincare.

You figure 3 am is a good time to go to the gym and record - no one is at training by then and your schedule is already fucked anyways. Not having an office or regular work hours has its ups and downs, but at least you are in charge of own routine, since you make a surprisingly good amount of money from your videos.

You take your own time, making a protein smoothie (and obvioulsy recording it, as you had a paid partnership with the supplement’s brand) and writing down your ideas for the video you want to do today. You stick to a simple “leg day” vlog, typing on your phone what machines and reps you want to do.

Choosing a simple purple top and matching leggings, you make your way towards the gym on your Range Rover, Stanley cup filled with water on the cup holder. You roll your eyes as you make a turn and can feel the water dripping out of the cup. You make a note to yourself to bring a water bottle the actually works next time and keep it off camera, so the useless cup can just sit on frame for aesthetic purposes while your record.

If you had to point out one thing you hated about your job, it would be having to keep up with all the (in your opinion, useless) trends, so you could reach a bigger audience. At the end of the day, it was about making money, although you loved how your content got to inspire people to be more active. If it meant you had to carry a metal 40oz lead poisoned cup with you for a couple of hours, then so be it.

As soon as you park your car at the gym’s empty parking lot, you pull out your vlog camera, not noticing the single black truck parked in the far corner, under a tree.

Sometimes you wonder if you would hate your “vlog persona” if you met her in real life. Repeating the same phrases over and over again, trying to get the best take, constantly looking for better lighting. What looks good on camera, in real life, just looks painfully awkward sometimes, specially when you are talking to an audience that isn’t even there. You push those thoughts to the back of your head, as you slide your card at the gym’s card reader, opening the doors.

“Anyways, guys. I know it sounds crazy right?” You make your way into the gym, re-recording the introduction at least 3 times so you know you’ll have good material to edit later. “Training at 3 a.m. I don’t even know if it’s technically morning or night right now.” You joke to the camera. “Let me know in the comments if I should start the videos with ‘Good morning’ or ‘Goodni’-“ a hand suddenly grabs the camera from your hand, holding it right above your head. You stare at the man who seemed to materialise out of the shadows.

“How about ‘Goodbye’.” He says, and you barely have time to register his sarcasm as he slams your camera on the floor, breaking it in pieces. You stand there, frozen, while the man swings his duffel bag over his shoulders and heads out of the gym.

When you finally regain your senses, he is long gone, and you’re left wondering to yourself, not only who he is, but also who does he think he is. You barely had time to register what he looked like, simply recalling we was well over 6ft tall and build like a fucking tank. But regardless of his built, if he believes, even for a second, that he can do something like that and just walk away unscathed, he is dead wrong.

You can’t wait to see him again.

A.N: wrote this with my eyes literally closing, but i just couldn’t get it out of my head (sorry for any mistakes, def not proofread). hopefully it’s not complete shit. let me know if you want to see more of this! i could see this becoming either a short series or at least having one more part. Let me know if you want to be tagged if this has a part 2 :)

[balloooonn]

GRAVITY FALLS X EDDSWORLD !! ★

HEYA GUYS GIRLS NON BINARY NO GENDER ALL OF YOU HOW ARE YOU!!! (Long text aheadd!) (Plus grammatic isn't that good I think, apologizes for that)

So I can't stop combining my fixations together. I had to mix Eddsworld with Gravity Falls, since this last one revived haha. Sorry not sorry! As I said on Instagram, this is TOTALLY NOT an excuse for making eduarjon/jonuardo... Yeah, yeah totally not... Anyways, look at these guys, Eduardo as stanford, Jon as mcgucket!!

I have to say these are just my own, personal interpretations for the characters. It's totally OK if you don't think the same as me!! I made this for fun, and oh boy It was so fun while making it and deciding which characters could fit in each other's papers.

Let me show you some more!! :D

To my surprise (not really LOL), I searched if anyone made the same in the past, and I found out they thought exactly the same as me! Tom is dipper, Matilda is Mabel, Stanley is Edd and Stanford is Eduardo. Makes sense to me.

And I thought it would be funnier (and better!) if instead of normal Edd, it was Future Edd. Thinking about an old man like Future Edd, who just wants to die but has to maintain a work for 30 years just to re-meet his brother... That makes me laugh, for some reason. XDD Look at his face. Poor guy!

And for Bill, well, guess who is it here? Tord, because I couldn't think about anyone else! And it wouldn't make sense if he had a human design, because you know what kind of interdimensional, two-dimensional triangle without real physical form he is. Mm, maybe I'm wrong and he could actually have a human form. Should I try making a design for Tord Cipher later?

That one looks silly! He's just Bill, technically red, has a weird hat and Tord's typical band-aid at the right. Didn't know how to draw this one haha

That's all for now! I'm thinking about the other characters. For now, in my mind, Laurel is Wendy, but mmmmm I don't agree too much, idk. Diwi could be Soos, and I'd LOVE seeing Bing and Larry as the stupid police xD

And MAAAAAYBE an unpopular opinion and somewhat obvious?, But I'd love mixing Eddsworld and Gravity Falls characters personalities together and other things that make them unique, not just switching them fully. What I try to say is, for example, I imagine Edd having his obsession with cola as always, Eduardo with diet cola as well. Edd could have his lucky can, somewhere, and he's just as pathetic as Stanley, despite he's usually more pessimistic, dark and irritable than him sometimes. Tom still haves that sarcastic, rude? essence, but is fascinated with mistery and you know, the weird things that happens in town! And he still conservates liking ska bands. You know, some ideas like that!

Just sharing my silly ideas here. Hope you like it :3 ! Thanks for watching.

[by-wronged-hands]

HIHI I saw you write for gravity falls :) I was wondering if we can get something with Grunkle Stan?? Maybe a NB reader? :0

Night of the Undead

( Stanley x GN Reader )

TW: A bit of angst

A/N: I apologize for taking so long, but I hope you enjoy it! I really like this episode, and Stan looks undeniably good.

Running your fingers through his soft hair, Stan’s head balanced as he tried to stay awake. You helped him stumble his way to the bed, after he once more fell asleep in the office.

Lately, organising the income of the Mystery Shack turned into a nightmare. Firstly, he tried with Wendy…of course, she failed in her task. Unfortunately, he then tried with Mabel, which went worse than expected. Abraham Lincoln did not enjoy glitter over his face.

After staying up night after night, he became cranky during the day. Fights would spark out of the blue, and you’d calmly end them. Usually, you could remind yourself that he was simply exhausted. Other days, it was considerably harder. For example, today.

You began to recall every time he simply exploded. Not once, nor twice, nor thrice.

Each time, he simply shut his mouth quickly and then turned around. Storming out of the room was not the best way to stop a fight, but at least it worked…you simply accepted it. You felt hurt, of course, but you didn’t wish to be another problem for Stan.

Tonight, when you curled up in bed, it was cold. The sheets were smooth, not a single wrinkle. You missed his face, his skin over yours and his warmth. The bed felt too big without him, merely empty. You waited for him, but then one hour went by, and then two.

Shivering, your legs moved across the Mystery Shack. Searching him in the place you knew he’d be, you pushed open the door. Turning the knob slowly, so as to not disturb him. Lucky enough, Stan was just staring at a myriad of dollars. Not doing much other than looking rather tired.

That’s how you ended up having to assist him to bed. But you did not mind much—you would do far more to be able to snuggle between his arms into his chest during those freezing times of the day. But nothing mattered anymore. The fights didn’t exist any longer, every scream, every hostile look. You began slipping into sleep while listening to his heartbeat, holding him close and tight.

The sudden burst of a sunbeam awoke you hours later, but for your liking, Stan’s voice was the first thing you heard.

“Today, it’ll be different. I promise,” raspy and deep, it made you blush, “the party will go well.”

Immediately, the word party alarms you slightly.

“What—what party?” Foolishly, you asked.

Stan chuckled in response, and as his face approached yours, you stopped caring. His lips were placed, and his hands softly held your face.

“The grand re-opening for the shack, remember?”

He then proceeded to unwrap his arms around you, and stretch lazily. Dragging his legs out of the sheets, his expression remained fixed upon the door. You were curious why he looked exhausted, even after sleeping in for two hours more…

“C’mon, get up,” the man pulled your arm along with your whole body, “we have to prepare everything”.

And, as he just had stated, Stan did not waste a single second. Cleaning, rearranging, and buying food. Of course he did none of these, he was too busy with money. You began feeling fed up with it, yet you bottled it up. After all, there was not much to do—Stan only wished to keep proper order within the shack for the first time in ages.

You took upon yourself to clean, meanwhile the twins decorated everything. Well, Mabel did. Dipper was a bit too distracted with Wendy, but you couldn’t do anything but look at the painful, embarrassing conversations between them.

Couple of swipes and shiny stars after, the Mystery Shack was finally ready. And, as the sun set, you began admiring how quickly people filled up the empty space.

Still, something nagged you. Something was ticking you off, and there was no way you could enjoy the party without figuring it out. But as you investigated, the only unusual things you found were empty chairs. Except, Wendy and Dipper were supposed to stay sited all night long in those chairs. Leaving the lonely table, you wandered around. In an attempt to catch a glimpse of the two teenagers, you stumbled upon an outside window to Stan’s room.

Standing near it, you crouched near the floor. What if Stan was there? What was he doing? …is it weird to be spying on your partner?

You allowed your curious mind a peek. But, to your surprise, the only interesting thing within were the two teens you had initially been searching. Although Stan was there, his frown indicated anger. Yelling confirmed your suspicions, as well as Dipper sprinting through the door. Wendy looked remorseful, but there was nothing to be done.

Stan’s eyes travelled to the window, and your eyes met his. As for now, luck was not on your side.

He seemed displeased, and to worsen the situation furthermore, his sigh was your last straw. This morning, he promised a thing, and in a matter of hours, he had thrown it all away.

You stopped crouching down, and simply stood up. Slowly walking backwards to where you came from, his nostrils widened with fury. As his mouth you once kissed twisted, your heart begged you to run. And, so you did.

At this, Stan realised his mistake. Though, it was far too late.

Knees against your chest, and back against a tree trunk, you hid away. Unable to process your own thoughts, breathing became harder. The party loudly roared in the distance, but nothing could bring you back inside.

The night turned suddenly darker, and a goosebump crawled over you. The moonlight shined through your lids, and forced your eyes open. That same feeling, something was wrong again. Though, that time, you wished it had been Stan’s attitude…

From beneath the ground, a filthy, thin hand reached to the sky. Landing around your ankle, your instincts help you kick it off your skin. Moments later, dozens if not hundreds more began digging themselves up. Catching a few breaths of the cold night air, the undead desperately struggled through.

Soon enough, an odour drove them deep into madness. Flesh, fresh and warm. Jumping to your feet, you sprinted through the infinite trees. The further you went, the worse it looked.

Finally, you stood in front of the Mystery Shack. A gruesome scene unfolded before your very own eyes. A dreadful scream helped you snap out.

The twins were trapped upstairs, and judging by their frightened expressions, neither of them knew how to stay alive. Neither did you, but you would do anything it took to keep those kids alive. So you ran, and nothing could stop you.

Entering the house, and sailing your way through the rotting bodies drenched in dirt, you reached the stairs. Staring down at your ripped clothing, you thought of Stan. You thought of how badly his suit must look now. You thought of his messy hair, and manic eyes. His trembling hands, or the cold sweat dancing down his throat.

As you let down your guard, the undead begin to notice. Mercilessly, they launch at you. With all their might and hunger, they reach for you. Looking at what seemed to be the ending, your arms covered your face in terror.

One second later, then two, nothing had happened, except the strange sound of a punch…

This time, Stan was not late. He was right there, ripped suit, messy hair, manic eyes, and sweaty skin. Yet, his fists were firm. Not a single tremble, you noticed anything but an ounce of doubt.

“Go! Get the twins!” He shouted, between grunts of effort.

“I will not leave you,” you yelled back.

“Do you trust me?” And, of course, you answered yes.

“Then, go upstairs and wait for me…NOW!” Following his orders, you turned around and followed Mabel and Dipper’s screams.

It only took Stan a few minutes to reunite with you. You could not hold yourself from wrapping your arms around his chest. Holding his face down for a kiss, you forgot about every frown those lips had ever given you. His mouth tasted like rum, and his cheeks were reddish.

“Hey, we get it, both just forgave each other but let’s leave the kisses for after the apocalypse.” Spoke Mabel, with those abominable creatures in mind. You looked at Stan, and he looked back, but no more did his eyes show hate.

One pop song later, the undead’s brains were everywhere. It was a horrifying mess, but the twins and Stan were still perfectly fine. With a few wounds, but nothing serious.

Gazing down at the grass tinted with crimson blood, a pair of hands pulled you closer. Stan’s lips felt welcoming, and the alcohol in them eased your worries.

The twins looked at you both; Dipper seemed uncomfortable, Mabel snatched a photo for her album.

It for sure was a night you would never forget, but now, the only thing you wished to do was drink and kiss away every sense, combing your fingers through his soft hair.

[mr-celestial-writings]

Re-Adjusting

Day 6: Tradition

Pairing: Stanford Pines x GN! Reader

Summary: 30 years in away from home means Ford has a lot of readjusting to do. That includes the Holiday season and their traditions. Ford was thankful for you.

GRAVITY FALLS MASTERLIST

CELESTIAL'S 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

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Ford hummed, examining the ornament in his hand. Stanley, You, and Himself had decided to return to Gravity Falls for the Holiday. It also Allowed the Stan O' War II to get some much needed maintenance.

This was his first Christmas back in his home dimension. Much like the rest of the world, it seemed that Christmas had also evolved with time. "Ford, Honey, you've been examining that Ornament for the last 10 minutes." Your voice called. Ford jumped, looking back at you and the rest of the family. "Ah! I have, haven't I? My apologies, [Name]." Ford replied. He hastily went to put the ornament on the tree. You smiled as he returned to your side, "Don't worry about it, Dear." You gently reached out for Ford's hand and held it. You gave it a gentle squeeze, which Ford returned.

You and Ford watched at the kids put on their Ornament. Ford was very, very thankful that they had welcomed you so openly. It brought a smile to Ford's face.

"It's nice to know somethings haven't changed." Ford spoke gently. His voice was only loud enough for you to hear.

"Yeah, some traditions, they're timeless." You replied, leaning against him.

Ford Nodded, "That we agree on." Traditions were timeless, Ford would never argue that. He was just as happy to have this chance with his family, and you.

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a/n: I love this silly old man. (:

[rosiesdisneydrama]

GF X SKY: Ford's Notes on Stan

AN: Felt like writing something where Stanley was, somehow, an incarnate of a spirit from the game Sky. Because I wanted to play with crossovers and see how some of the characters would/could have grown over time. Plus, I just like Sky and the spirits from it.

Stan is, rather specifically, the Cackling Cannoneer from the Season of Abyss and I tried to hint at that with his appearance in this. He’s styled himself and his clothing to match how he sees himself, but he’s also still Stan as his core. It’s fun to consider what details, big and small, Stan being a Sky spirit would have changed. And even the things he himself would have done differently with those underlying character traits and notes that get added in.

Ford doesn’t know about Stan being the Cackling Cannoneer at this part in the story. It’ll come out eventually, and there'll be a lot of good family bonding from that. (Probably. It might take a bit for things to get sorted out.)

I also wanted to try rewriting Ford’s journal entries about his return with those details affecting how/what happened to bring him back. I leaned into how the entries were written in Journal 3 when I first started writing this, but then I split off from it since it looked odd without the accompanying art that Ford would put into the journal.

Against all odds, I’m Back.

I never thought, in a thousand years, that I would be holding this book again. The weight of it in my hands and the smell of the parchment whisks my mind back to the tragic accident that forever changed my life.

Though I was not present to record it when it first happened, 30 years ago I got into a fight with my brother and was knocked through my own interdimensional portal into a universe beyond my imagination.

The last three decades have been frightening, exciting, cruel, and strange, and as I find myself back in my old study, writing in my old journal, it is hard to shake the feeling that I have awoken from a bizarre 30-year dream…

How is it that I am back? It turns out that despite my warnings and the possibility of global catastrophe, Stanley managed to re-activate the portal and bring me back to my home dimension. While his intentions may have been pure, he was just as careless in bringing me back as he’d been knocking me through in the first place. He destroyed the portal in the process and nearly risked endangering the entire fabric of reality!

It is only by the barest chances that he’s avoided people outside of the house from realizing what he was doing. His lack of forethought is just the kind of thing I should have known to expect from him.

But I should not dwell on the past for long. There will be time enough to ruminate on my years spent traveling through the dimensional rifts and the strange things I saw there.

First, I must focus on the present and the problems created by the man who is responsible for my latest twist of fate…

My Brother Stanley Hero or Idiot?

When I first saw him, I had assumed I had once again found myself in an alternate, parallel dimension. Gone was the stubborn messy-haired, frostbitten vagabond who had pushed me into the portal many years earlier, replaced by a wrinkled old mariner with my father’s face, a patched-up set of overalls, and more tattoos than a man his age should have.

I’d spent years contemplating what I might do if I saw Stanley again. Would I even be able to look him in the eye after what he did? Would I apologize for shutting him out of my life?

As it turned out, instinct took over and I punched him in the face.

I feel kind of bad about that…

1 Face- Inherited Dad’s nose and Mom’s untrustworthy tongue. For some reason, he’s tattooed his FACE! A few simple, blue triangles over his right brow, but it’s the PRINCIPLE of the thing! (We are both well into our 50s, we’re too old for such sharp-lined tattoos.)

2 Build- I have kept an extensive exercise and diet regime over the past 30 years. Stanley hasn’t been as rigorous but seems to be somewhat in shape.

3 Clothes- Stanley dresses as though he’s a fisherman on their day off. An old jumpsuit tucked into thick boots and worn over an aged-looking shirt. While all sensible dress, it’s not what one should wear in a lab environment! However, the strange symbol on the front of his jumpsuit looks familiar…

4 Hair- Despite his years and wrinkles, Stanley has chosen to keep the right half of his head SHAVEN with even more tattoos there. The left half of his head, by contrast, is unshaven and reveals that his hair has gone fully white in the years since I had seen him last. He keeps it all wrapped up in three long, thick braids that he’s tied off with dark brown cords rather than normal hair ties. They may even be leather cords, but I haven’t examined them closely enough to tell.

5 Machinery- Stanley’s work on the portal is sloppy, at best. And that is if I’m being kind about it. Some parts were properly welded in place, but others were messily attached with bolts and screws that didn’t belong or anchored with metal cables. Some parts were even attached with DUCK TAPE of all things!

I have no idea what the purpose of the strange paintings, symbols, and plants that had been in the basement as well, buried beneath the rubble of the destroyed portal.

Yes, despite the years and wrinkles, Stanley seems to be the same irresponsible miscreant I remember from our shared childhood. Most unbelievable: his first thought upon seeing me again was to expect a thank you- a THANK YOU- after destroying my life!

He’s apparently spent the past 30 years impersonating me (likely to escape the law or some band of criminals he’s made enemies of) and he’s completely changed the nature of my labs and what the town thinks of them.

Once a haven for my work, the secluded cabin I built with my grant money has been transformed by Stanley into a fake cryptozoology museum. My brother re-dubbed my labs as the “Mystery Shack” and has filled it with fantastical, completely fabricated creatures for tourists and locals alike to come and gawk at.

My inventing room? Now a hall of false taxidermies of made-up creatures. Why on earth would he decide to call a strange, stone creature with juts of red crystal sticking out of it a “Shattering Crab”? It makes no sense!

My thinking parlor? Now little more than a tacky “man cave” for lazing in front of the television when the “Shack” was closed. Stanley has been using my T. Rex skull as a coffee table. A coffee table!

Not even my storage room was spared from Stanley’s absurdity, having been turned into a “gift shop” more cluttered than Pines Pawns had ever been. Many of the items relate back to the creatures of the museum, a few even appearing as soft toys for children.

Though, with great reluctance, I must applaud my brother’s handy work on these creatures. Despite the subpar materials he’d used to craft them, Stanley seems to have put genuine effort into creating each one. Many of them have small placards and posters near them depicting cleverly conceived speculative biology and behavior. If I did not know better, I would potentially mistake them for REAL creatures and not simply flights of fancy.

His elaborate tales of the creatures only add to the air of plausibility behind them, in addition to highlighting his skills at spinning a yarn for gullible tourists.

I had always known that Stanley loved the ocean when we were children, but he seems to have taken many of the animals of the seas and created a fantastical version of them to put on display. At least there are SOME things he’s willing to put in the work and research for. They are surprisingly grounded for what I would normally expect of him.

It would be impressive, entertaining even, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s taken over MY labs to do it.

I feel like a ghost wandering through a parody of their own home. I can see enough of what used to be to know where I am, but it has all been CHANGED.

I intended to make it clear to Stanley that I WOULD be taking my home back, but he shut down the conversation the moment I started to speak about it. And, as much as I detest it, he did have a good reason for not having the conversation at that time.

It seems the children staying at the house are here because of marital in-fighting between their parents. In-fighting that has been growing increasingly toxic between our nephew and niece-in-law and has started to affect the twins as well. Things have been said when they should not have and the children have overheard it. He wants the two to believe that the house is both safe AND stable for as long as they’re here.

We’re both prone to losing our tempers with each other and it’s very likely our argument will get very loud and harsh once we start. As such, Stanley doesn’t want to have a conversation about what will happen now that I’ve returned unless he is SURE the children won’t overhear us speaking. A noble intention that I find myself willing to go along with for now.

It is frustrating to be forced to hold my tongue but he has made his stance clear. So I am not being left much choice in the matter anyway.

Stanley has asked his employees to take the children to town tomorrow so that we will have the building to ourselves. An ideal opportunity for us to have a private conversation about what is going to change now.

It should be a simple matter. Nothing for me to worry about.

AN: Ford is showing his age/upbringing with his opinions on tattoos even if he doesn’t know it. In the 70s and 80s, tattoos on the face or hands were usually associated with criminals. So he’s seeing the ones Stan has and assuming he has them for his own criminal activities or as some kind of Subversive movement he’s part of.

He’s wrong, but he doesn’t know that yet. Because he’s only JUST come back and hasn’t actually sat down to talk with Stan yet about what’s happened while he was gone. He does, subtly, bring up the crispness of the edges and deepness of the colors in this journal entry, though.

IRL tattoos fade as the person with them gets older and it takes active maintenance to keep tattoo lines sharp and to prevent them from fading. After all, human skin sheds/changes over time so tattoos lose their clean lines and their colors will fade and become harder to see. Because of that, tattoos need to be retouched and maintained over time to keep them in good condition.

(I know this because, despite not having any myself, my childhood babysitter DID have some. He explained it to me when I mentioned how faded one of his had gotten and that he planned to get it touched up soon.)

Ford’s own tattoos are almost gone by this point in the story because he REFUSED to care for them after Bill had gotten them. No going out to get them retouched or making them more prominent/defined. The fact that Stan’s have such neat lines and vibrant colors means he’s taken time to ensure that they have them and Ford thinks that means they’re either A) Proud of whatever he did that they symbolize or B) Still being Rebellious despite no longer being a teenager.

AKA He’s either a Criminal or refusing to Grow Up and be an Adult and that’s coloring Ford’s opinions on his brother. The half-shaved head also plays into his idea that Stanley is “immature” since men their age Don’t Do That.

[narrators-journal]

YAY YOU’RE BACK!!! So Ik I asked for this a while ago as a mistake for halloween….but since your asks are re-open can I ask for Stanley Snyder x fem reader car sex? Thank you if yes but feel free to delete if it’s too much!! 😋

This is no offense to you, I wrote car sex for hxh, and I’ve written Stan a lot (obviously), but I HATED writing this scenario, man. Or, not WRITING it, the smut came pretty easily, but finding the set up was hell. But you've been waiting so nicely to resend this ask, so I had to push through to get SOMETHING out.

I had so many ideas for this one to really shake things up. I originally wanted to make this some flavor of yandere? But I couldn’t figure out a good way to do that with the whole car sex prompt that I liked. I originally wanted this to be monsterverse, but that came with even MORE trouble keeping the car sex prompt in there. Then I had trouble feeling like I captured Stan well, and all around I was just. Very indecisive. Then, y’know, I got sick. Sickness fucked everything up, man.

So! I tried, but I don’t know how I feel about this one. I feel I’ve been skimping a lot on these scenarios, but I just can’t cook up a big ol’ set up for them recently. Regardless! I hope you enjoy it at least a little bit, sorry I took soooo long to write this shit.

CW: car sex, that’s basically it this time. I kept it p simple.

The marines were probably the scariest branch of the military a person could try to get into. Yet, your boyfriend was determined to join. And, after years of research into the cost and cons of the choice, he was probably the most prepared anyone could be for the hardships and trauma of the american military. Which meant, all you could really do was give him a good, american send off to ensure he had enough strength to fight and come back to you.

So, you did your damnest to do just that.

With one hand on the car door, and Stan’s warm hands on your hips, you rocked your body against his. His strong chest pressed to your back, your breasts bouncing slightly, just like you were sure his car slightly bounced in the darkness of where ever you had him park, and his cock buried almost to the hilt within your cunt for you to grind down upon. Each movement aimed to draw out a new grunt or hum from your pale-haired partner, but also aimed to at least slightlystoke the embers sat in your belly.

Moans slipped from your lips freely as Stan’s rough hands squeezed your hips to encourage you while you rode his cock as best you could in the minimal space between your bodies and the steering wheel. “You sure do seem to be enjoying yourself,” Your boyfriend chuckled against your neck, his lipstick’d mouth pulled into a coy grin as you moved your hips to try and get as much friction as possible. Only able to breathe out, “Shut up, S-Stan.” as you moved.

With your back against his well-muscled chest, and such little room in your car, the air was thick with heat and sweat. Worsened with each quick breath either you, or the soon-to-be Marine let out. Yet, at the same time, the confines of the limited space made it hotter. The way the cloth of the car’s upholstery stuck to the back of your thighs, the steering wheel that forced you to keep your hips ground against Stan’s, which in turn forced you to keep his healthy-sized cock buried almost entirely within your drooling cunt. If he hadn’t been on the list to ship off to boot camp soon, you would have allowed yourself to indulge in the whoreish, needy voice in the back of your head that screamed God, ride him like a pony! Milk him dry! Have his god damned babies already!

But, he wason that short list for the military. So, instead of letting that torturous heat that simmered within your belly win, you forced yourself to savor each drag of his length against your walls. Each brush of the head of his cock against such sensitive parts of you, earned a new shudder or sigh from your lips.

However, when Stan gave your neck a nip, your willpower nearly melted like butter under the hellish heat that lapped at your skin while your stomach churned and tightened like a spring. The spark of measured pain almost had you giving in to that feral side of yourself. But, you held out. Instead, you let your hips stall in his lap, the break long enough to allow you to enjoy how his muscles twitched ever so slightly in time with his throbbing length. “Why are you drawing this out so much, darlin’? With how you’re squeezing around me, you’re already close.” Stan hummed, his voice far huskier than it had been before, the rumble of his words felt down to your core while you tried to gather back your restraint. “I don’t want this to just be a rushed highschool hook up, Stanley. I want to...enjoy you before you get shipped off out of reach.” You panted back, able to feel his laugh against your back before he continued with a more amused, but still gruff, tone, “I’m a bit offended you assume I can only go once in a night, darlin’~”

[a-gil-rebel]

Haven't been able to write much lately other than a few drabbles for the Overlords AU Discord, but was going through some of my unposted works and found this gem of a scene from Wrong Twin (a Reverse Portal AU featuring an older Mason and Mabel living with their mad-scientist great-uncle Dr. Pines for their last summer before senior year of high school)

Not sure when I'll start properly working on this series since its planned to be longer, so have this for now < 3

Mason kept his face down even in the expanse of nothingnesss around him for minutes, hours, he couldn't be sure. Arms over his head in front of him, thumb and forefingers spaced out to create a triangle. He prayed to the demon until his voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.

Benevolent, all knowing, all powerful.

His knees ached, and it took every ounce of willpower not to shift his weight, something inside him knowing it wouldn't be taken well.

Master, King, God.

Every joint screamed and he was sure he'd stopped thinking full thoughts about fourty seven hundred compliments ago.

"That's enough."

The demon king finally allowed him to rest, and Mason swallowed what little moisture was left in his throat, not daring to move until told. "I'm impressed, by your dedication, at least. It's pathetic and very human, but the praise was delicious nonetheless. I suppose it's my turn to keep up my end of the deal now, hm? Sit up." It barked, and Mason jolted a bit, slowly sitting up, staring at the yellow triangle before him.

Under the single eye was a strange flowing X, almost like a bowtie, but made of some otherworldly material, shifting psychedelic hues of pink, teal, yellow, orange. Floating above its peak was a tophat, the brim of which pulled up in several points to form a crown.

The eye itself was a simple white sclera and vertical black pupil, it didn't seem to blink, a blue-black tongue occasionally sliding over its surface to re-wet it. Mason's mind wandered to how exactly the demon's biology worked.

"That meatbag, the one Stanford Pines threw through the portal ten years ago-"

"His name is Stanley."

Mason immediately regretted interrupting when the demon banged his cane on the base of the throne he sat on.

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO" The triangle, now a glowing bright red, boomed, and Mason flinched, bowing at the waist in apology.

"Apologies, your majesty."

After a beat of silence, its anger seemed to pass, and it spoke to him as if nothing had ever happened.

"As I was saying, the human is alive."

Mason shot up and looked at the demon, a thousand questions running in his mind, held back by his teeth digging into his tongue. The demon continued.

"Alive, a wonderfully pathetic toy I break and put back together, a wonderful game of cat and mouse, letting him go and dragging him back."

Mason's stomach churned at the idea of the demon using his Grunkle Stanley like a toy, rage burning in his chest. He could taste blood in his mouth from biting his own tongue, which shouldn't be possible considering from what he understood, he wasn't even in his physical body.

"I-Is he-"

"Ah ah ah, All I promised was to tell you if he was alive or not. And I have. Now... unless you have more to offer me..." the demon sounded hungry, and it made his throat sieze up, "Leave."

"I-I don't know how." Mason admitted, flinching at the fake laughter that resounded.

"Its funny how dumb you are." It droned, then the demon snapped his fingers, and Mason jolted upright, gasping and coughing, looking around. He was back in the cave, in front of the painting of the demon Bill Cipher. How long was he out? Daylight didn't reach far enough for him to tell, and his lamp was far too dim, its batteries dying quickly. His body ached, somehow worse than it had in the mindscape. Wobbling to his feet, he gathered up his books and dead phone into his bag, grabbing his lantern and started out of the cave. The battery on his lantern started to flicker barely a few steps from the painting.

"Nonono, come on please!" He knocked it a few times, but it was no use. Reaching out and blinking into the inky blackness, he tried to blindly find his way out of the cave system. Slick, sharp rock walls came up around him, and he squeezed through the narrow passage, trying to ignore the claustrophobia pressing down onto him. Heart pounding in his ears, nothing but the sound of his own panicked breath echoing around him kept him company. Finally the passage opened back up, and he kept his hand along the left wall to follow it. Thats what he'd done on the way in, right?

No, if he'd hugged the left wall on the way in, that meant he was on the wrong-

"GAH!" Mason cried out as his ankle twisted in a hidden dip in the stone, sending him stumbling down into a crevice filled with water up to his chest. Panic shot through him at the impossibly icy temperature, mind going into shock. "No! Help! Please! Somebody!" Hyperventilating, he clawed at slick stone. This was it, he would die here. Stanley was out there, somwhere, alone. He was the only one who knew he was alive and he was about to die.

No.

He wouldn't let that happen.

He couldn't.

Taking a breath, he held it, then slowly released. Keeping his breathing even, he looked around, realizing some dim lighting was coming from the far side of the channel, which may as well have been staring into the sun with how dark it was elsewhere.

Shuffling along the ledge, he made his way toward the starlight until the footing dropped out from under him. Carefully lowering himself up to his neck in the water, he swam across the rest of the way, crawling up the more forgiving slant to the main cave, and the stars above. Shit. He was definitely past curfew. Stumbling out of the cave, he didn't let himself stop moving, afraid if he stopped to rest he'd never get back up. Oregon nights were cold, even more so when soaked in water. Why did that damn cave have to be so far from the Hut? It didn't help his ankle was most definitely sprained, if not broken. He didn't even become aware of the gash on his arm and another on his chest until the pooling blood warmed the fabric that clung to it. Shit.

Hobbling up the Hut stairs, it took him too many tries to grip the handle just to find it locked.

"N-n-n-no." His teeth chattered, and he leaned on the door, desperately trying to get in. "F-F-F-Ford-!" He shouted, but his voice was hoarse from praise, slamming his fist into the door, leaning against it still on one foot when it gave out from under him.

"Curfew was four hours-!" Dr. Pines started yelling until he fell against him, not even able to grip his coat before sliding down, entire body shivering, lightheaded and weak. "Mason!"

Mason tried to apologize, but all that came out was his teeth chattering. Ford hooked his arms under his shoulders, trying to pull him to his feet, then dragging him to the living room. Hardly was one, only having a small loveseat, the rest whiteboards and bookshelves of his research, not even a TV to its name. He tried to kick off his shoes, whimpering trying to use the sprained one, but the movement caught Dr. Pine's attention.

"What are you doing!?" He demanded.

"S-s-s-shoes off in-n h-h-h-house-"

"For the love of- Mason you are soaked, bleeding, and probably hypothermic according to those blue lips. I am not concerned about your shoes, I am concerned about you!"

Mason looked up at Ford in shock. Concerned? About him? He heard that wrong, right? Before he could process the comment any further, Ford was pulling off his flannel and taking his soaked bag.

"You need to get out of those clothes, can you dress yourself?" Mason nodded, not entirely sure, but Ford ran off, coming back with the pajamas he usually wore. They had been in a drawer, when had he even noticed what he wore? "Change, I'll be right back."

After a few failed tries to unbutton his jeans and just sliding them off instead, he shakily got himself into the pajama pants, and was struggling into the shirt when Ford came back.

"Wait, let me dress these wounds first." Mason obeyed, staying as still as his shaking body could while Ford cleaned and bandaged the cuts. "What happened to your eye?" He asked, and Mason blinked, touching his face shakily, where a bloodied tear stained his fingers. What did happen? He could still see, had he cut his face?

"I n-n-don't know."

Ford frowned, uncharacteristcally gentle as he wiped away the blood stain running down his cheek. He helped him into his shirt, grabbing blankets from a chest behind the couch and sitting next to him, wrapping the blankets around them both and pulling him close. Mason's brain short-circuted. Had he ever been this physically close to Dr. Pines? The couldn't hardly handle a handshake, let alone whatever this hug was.

"Blankets can only do so much when your core body temperature is so low. This should help warm you up carefully."

Right, this was just survival 101. Body warmth. Yeah, it was weird but it felt... way too nice to pull away. Ford was warm, and thats what he desperately needed to get his teeth to stop clacking. Sighing, he layed his head against Ford's sweater, feeling his great-uncle rubbing his arm carefully around his wound to try and warm him.

"Mason, what happened to you? Where did you go?"

He bit his lip, shaking his head. "I d-d-dont know... just on a h-hike and fell... woke up... water... or maybe.... woke up... fell... I... I don't remember." He lied, shaking for a different reason. "I-I'm sorry I broke c-c-curfew I didn't-"

"Mason, do not apologize." Ford spoke to him with a gentleness he'd never heard before. "I know I can be... strict. But its because I want you and your sister to turn out alright. I act the way I do in hopes to help you. But I... I hope you know if you are ever, ever in any danger, I will stop everything to help you."

He blinked, pulling the words over in his mind methodically, like pulling taffy on a hook. Swallowing hard, he nodded. More bloodied tears spilling from his eyes and he shakily rubbed them away before they could stain the already ruby sweater.

"Just try to relax, you'll warm up soon, Lee." Ford soothed, not even noticing he'd said his brother's nickname instead of Mason. Had Stanley gotten hypothermia once? At a time when Ford was there to help him through it? His racing thoughts started to loop, sluggish and one-dimensional as he nodded off to sleep, dreaming of a lightning storm.

---

Mabel came home from her sleepover fairly early for her, since Grenda had soccer practice barely an hour after sunrise. It was 100,000% worth it to see what, or who, was asleep on the couch in the Murder Hut. Grabbing her polaroid camera out of her overnight bag, she grabbed a few good pictures of Mason and Ford asleep on each other.

"Looks like the boys had a good night too." She giggled, speaking quietly. Putting one in Grunkle Ford's nearby journal, she brought the rest to her room for herself, before conceding one to Mason's drawer as well.

[fanged-fanfics]

peeks into your inbox. its me again :] here to request some Narrator x Stanley X male reader just messing around in the games ending from the original game (the minecraft/portal version)

☆ Someone Else's Game — Stanarrator x Male Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader ||.No warnings needed

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Narrator had gotten frustrated with you and Stanley... again. For such an omniscient and prideful being, he did tend to have a very sore ego. No matter, you were tagging along beside your partner regardless of the outcome. When you'd been led to play some absolutely nonsensical games, you and Stanley threw them on purpose to guarantee a lose in an act of protest. Which then led to being promptly placed in a cube-filled blocky world.

You didn't understand it much, and neither did Stanley, but he sat and watched as Narrator built a home out of the blocks in an act of filling some "artistic purpose" while you wandered around. It was a little amusing, hearing Narrator hum a tune as he tried to show up the both of you with something so small. Meanwhile, you picked up a small collection of the pixely flowers you could find.

You trotted back over as Narrator was bragging, peeking your head in to see Stanley doing his best to fit into the very tiny dirt home that was made. "Ah, there you are" Narrator greeted "Gaze upon my creation! It's absolutely perfect, isn't it? Much better than doing any more work for you two". You rolled your eyes with a quick "Yeah, yeah, looks super nice" before stepping up to the doorway. You held out the plants for Stanley, who squeezed out of the dirt home to gently hold them in his palms. He signed a quick and bashful ['thank you'] in reply. You returned the smile he gave you as Narrator kept talking.

"...It could only be better if- wait, that's it! We must re-build it out of diamond. Diamond everything! Yes, yes, yes- come along, men, we have to go mining!" He went on. You and Stanley both turned around, hearing the noises of dirt falling away. You linked your arm with the protagonist as you both slowly began inching into the cave Narrator had created. Light was only there for the first few steps, darkness quickly filling your vision. You held onto Stanley tighter. "Oh my, it looks like it's going to get a bit dark" Narrator said "Have you brought a light?". "You know very well we didn't" you grumbled under your breath.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no. This is far more open-ended than I had in mind" Narrator went on "I'm looking for something more narrow and linear.. something that makes you feel utterly irrelevant. This won't do at all, 1/5. Even the diamonds couldn't save this one". You finally took a pause, making sure you could still clearly feel Stanley behind you. He gave you a comforting little pat, sensing your mild frustration. Narrator spoke up once more. "Okay, new game" he announced, and you soon saw a new environment gill your vision, along with... music?

As Narrator jovially laughed and praised the new surroundings, you looked to Stanley. He still managed to keep hold of the flowers you'd given him, doing his best to tuck them into his pocket. "How much longer until we ask him for a reset?" You asked, and Stanley shrugged, removing his hand from yours to sign. ['You know he's not gonna listen when he's in this kind of mood. We have to wait until he gets bored again']. "That probably won't take too long" you noted, giving Stanley a little cheek kiss "At least we can list this as officially going out". Stanley nodded, grinning brightly at the idea.

Narrator's rantings could be heard slowing to a stop, his tone dripping with jealous irritation "Alright, enough, this isn't that kind of game. We have an objective to do. If you wanted to coddle each other so much we could've stayed back at the office". The door to the square room opened, and you held it open further as you and Stanley exited. You both went through the circle exit to the next room, a small white room being on the other side. A large button was on the floor, and you held it down. The light on the wall became orange, and a door opened. Stanley went to walk through, but when you tried to follow, the light became blue, and the door shut.

"Oooh, it's a puzzle!" Narrator said "Critical thinking, dearest. Your forte". Before you could make some sort of reply, a box dropped down from a tube connected to the ceiling. "If I stand here, you can just walk ahead" you offered to Stanley, before Narrator interjected. "No, no, no! Can't you see? If he leaves, there's no one to hold the button down for you. You'll just have to complete the puzzle". You hummed, looking at the environment. Stanley came up behind you, placing the box on the button, allowing the door to open again. "Oh- that's an easy one. Thanks, Stanley!" You said, ruffling his hair a bit before you both advanced through the door.

You got ready to push the button on the elevator that was awaiting, until it shut all at once, receeding into the vault it came from. You stood there with Stanley, listening as Narrator went on a long-winded tangent about how he didn't need both of your approvals, ending it with a goodbye and having the room fall silent. You sat on the floor, crossing your legs "He'll be back" you said simply "If we wait, we can make him mad enough to". Stanley sat by your side, tucking his knees to his chest. He looked around, hand held in yours and tapping a beat on the floor. Seconds passed, then a minute, then five. You sighed, changing position again to get comfortable. "He'll come aaany second" you said. Then five more minutes. Then ten.

"Okay he's really holding out this time" you eventually said, and Stanley nodded. You leaned back a bit "Do you ever think we're too hard on him?". Stanley looked up, thinking it over before shaking his head. You chuckled as you replied, "I know he does a lot to annoy us, but he does take his stories to heart. Maybe constantly talking down to them wasn't.. the best idea". Stanley seemed to genuinely give it some thought before sheepishly nodding. Narrator definitely deserved your pranks and jabs for all the times he did stuff just to spite you both. But in the end, he loved you both, and you both knew that. As well as how much these stories meant to him.

You scooted over to the edge of the gaping opening beneath the still-shafted elevator. Stanley joined by your side. ['You think he'll come back if we make it seem like we found something better to do?']. "I'd guess so" you said "He hates our attention not being on him. Then he can come back, and we can laugh over this like we always do". You slid into the open hole, Stanley hopping down after you.

Beneath the map was a dim hidden layer of the map, one that had scattered wires and ladders, like the back end of a stage or something of the like. It seemed a touch familiar, but you really couldn't tell in all the dimness. Stanley led the way, trying to feel along the walls and finding a path down a hallway. You went with him, holding onto his sleeve to stick close. "Still nothing?" You whispered, now growing a little worried. It wasn't like Narrator to hold out without coming back to at least check in. After a whoosh of air, there was silence. "...Narry?" You tried softly, and nearly jolted as he actually spoke.

"I wonder what he found. If what he wanted was to be the leading man in his own story, well, perhaps he's gotten it... down in- wherever he is right now. I wonder if he's happy with his choice. And if he's learned the heavy cost that comes with it. He'll understand soon what I was trying to tell him. He needs me. Someone who will wrap everything up at the end, to make sense out of the chaos and the fear and the confusion— that's who I am. That is what I mean to this world. Oh yes, yes I'll be back, there's no other way. Once this ends, after it all comes to a close, then I'll be back. The end will be here soon. Very soon. I can wait"

It was unclear who of the two of you he was talking about. You both were men he held equal love and, well, currently mild irritability for. You both sat there with a bit of bated breath, anticipating the worst. But, you soon found yourselves back in your respective offices at the beginning. Stanley stepped out of his, looking around. You, the not-gone coworker, did the same. "Oh, there you two are" Narrator said, feigning to be unimpressed "Was that fun? Did you feel accomplished in that other game? How much better did you find it compared to this dusty old office?"

You immediately made your way over to the clearest wall, stretching your arms out as you leaned against it. Narrator sputtered "What- what are you doing? Don't tell me you lost your mind in there-". "It's a hug" you announced back, nuzzling the area with your cheek. "I'm not in the walls" Narrator said, almost sounding offended at the implications. "I know, but it's symbolic" you responded "You were gone for so long back there". "Ah, so that's it? You got bored of each other and decided you wanted to come back to your dear old love, the Narrator? How flattering" Narrator replied.

Despite his snark, he took note of how you kept attempting to give him affection via the office walls, Stanley appreciatively going over the familiar sights and desks of the space. You both eventually hear a big sigh, and Narrator's voice was now a lot softer. "I'm glad you both are back as well. Now, would you like one of your little rests before we continue with the story? I think I've finally got the programming of the coffee pot right to let it function". You finally leaned up from the wall, looking up to where you assume the Narrator was "I think so". Stanley then signed ['You can join us this time. Take a break from all that talking']. Narrator once again sighed "I suppose I owe you boys that much, at least. Come on now, no time to waste"