#come now stanley why would you ever want to leave

[tremendouscreationperson]

A few of you wanted a part three so here goes

Reader gets called Doll and Toots but other than that I think it's pretty GN

Part 1 Part 2

Ford - no Stan - had spun his tale. You weren't sure any of it could be possible. How was you supposed to believe that Ford was alive but not in this universe/realm/reality?

You sat in the lab he had brought you to - it was cold and dank, stark lights illuminated metal plates and cascaded up the walls to show off a large triangular 'portal'.

"Why'd you have to die?" You asked, eyes glued to the journal upon your knees.

For-Stan had been waiting for any questions, willing to provide you answers. "Seemed easier."

"And lying to me?" You flicked through the stained pages. "That was easy?"

"It wasn't." He told you honestly, just hearing his voice was crazy. You had believed he was dead for two years and he wasn't! He was here the whole time. "Gotta admit, I had you fooled."

The attempt at a joke was not humourous in the slightest. "This isn't normal behaviour."

Stanley didn't know what else to do. He hadn't thought you would ever realise, perhaps that was stupid on his part but he really thought he was able to coexist with you as Ford.

"So..." You took a deep breath. "Recap: this is Ford's journal and he wanted you to take it away and you both argued and he got sucked into that thing and now you're him and Stan is dead and you're trying to get him back?"

Stan nodded, twiddling his thumbs. "Yeah. It's been hard, I had to relearn math."

"Who else wrote in here?"

"Huh?"

You pointed at the page. "That's not Ford's handwriting. Although look, 'ford' signed it." A humourless chuckle escaped. "Who else is pretending to be your brother?"

Stan was at your side in an instant, looking over your shoulder. Being so close to him was maddening.

He was alive.

Your Stan was alive.

Yeah, maybe he was a fraud and there was weird space mumbo jumbo that you still don't entirely believe but he was alive.

Your face was turned towards him as he studied the page, his fingers grazing yours underneath the words. How did he look like him now?

You didn't see Ford in him at all.

The way he stood, his neutral expression, even his hair was different. Was Stanley.

"I didn't notice that." He spoke lowly due to the proximity.

"Is there anyone else in the town called Ford?"

Stan's gaze landed on you, his nose inches from yours and he opened his mouth to speak before closing it and just observing you. He really took you in.

Despite the lies you were still here. Still entertaining this. He really wished he had more to offer you but he didn't.

He was just him. He wasn't his brilliant brother or full of mysteries or answers. He was just Stan, a con artist who scammed people daily.

"I don't know." The words finally left his mouth and he quickly stood upright.

~~

Rather than leaving tonight, you had stayed longer because of the news, calling in sick at work, how often could you say someone had come back from the dead?

The two of you ate half the pasta you made, sitting awkwardly opposite each other at the table.

He had been open and honest, answering all of your questions keenly and encouraging you to ask more. And you had to admit that was nice but the news still sat heavily on your shoulders.

Mostly because: FUCKING HELL THIS WAS CRAZY and a slither of: you had told FORD THAT YOU LOVED STANLEY AND BROUGHT HIM UP IN MANY CONVERSATIONS AND HE WAS THE ONE YOU WERE TALKING TO AND YOY WERE EMBARRASSED AS FUCK BUT YOU NEEDED TO HELP AND HDJAKSIEIES

"You, er.. you okay?" Stan toyed with a meatball.

"It's just a lot to process." That wasn't a lie. "I'll probably be like this for a few days."

He gave you a sincere smile, "take your time, do-"

Your eyes snapped up to his pink face. "Were you going to call me doll?" He nodded in affirmative, his ears reddening as well. You weren't sure why but you spared him with: "Hmm, better than toots."

"That was one time!" He insisted.

"That's all it took."

"I only said it to piss you off." He smirked cheekily, his face returning to its usual hue.

"It worked." Rolling your eyes as you giggled. You didn't hold any real malice, he was being cocky demonstrating his pick up moves and they did not work... Well they did but it was easier to pass off your hot face and wide eyes as anger rather than awe.

Stan laughed along with you, enjoying the sound. Loving how easy it was to just be himself. He didn't have to wear the gloves which made everything impossible, he didn't have to act stiff and drop big words into his 'lexicon', and he didn't have to lie. He could be himself.

He knows he doesn't deserve this, by God he knows that, but he would take all you'd willingly give; if that was just dinner before you drove away forever then he would take it and be thankful for the time.

"Want a beer?" He found himself asking.

You didn't reply straight away, ideas tumbling around your head. He loved watching your mind work. "Got anything stronger?"

Stan winked and disappeared to get the whiskey he'd stashed away.

And so the two of you found yourselves sitting on his 'balcony' (a little ledge, that you had to climb through a window to access, underneath the 'mystery shack' sign) forgoing glasses and passing the bottle between you.

"Must feel good to tell someone." Your words slurred as you laid on your spine, staring at the stars beyond the trees.

"It does." He took a sip. "Feel bad that it was you though."

You swivelled your neck to give him a confused face. He bellowed out a laugh. "Oit, don't laugh at me." Your socked toe jabbed his thigh.

Stan placed a hand over your foot, just holding it, forcing your hips to manoeuvre into a more comfortable position. You faced him as he watched the treeline. "Sorry to drag you into this."

"Sorry I didn't notice sooner." How didn't you? He was clearly Stan. There was nothing here that said Ford. "You're so obviously my Stan." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms in annoyance at yourself.

Stan's brows shot up and he turned to catch you grumbling at yourself. "Your Stan?"

Your eyebrows met and you scrunched your face in confusion again. "What?"

"You said 'my Stan'." His lips began to lift into the smuggest smirk as he leaned forward, entering your bubble. "I didn't realise I was your Stan."

"Shut up." You playfully pushed him away. "We're drunk, you don't know what you heard."

Stan didn't let up, instead he found your hand and intertwined your fingers. "I kinda like being someone's Stan." He spoke with a half shrug.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was this a dream fueled by your longing and whiskey? "Well, you know how I feel because you were spying on me! Pretending to be Ford to hear what I had to say about you!"

"Hey, I told you Stan liked you too!" He defended.

"Do-" You paused. When did the two of you get so close? You were nose to nose. "Does Stan still feel that w-"

You weren't given a chance to finish the question because his lips were on yours. He kissed you slowly, one palm on your cheek as the other wound around your spine, pulling you in close. Your hands were pinned against his chest as you kissed him back enthusiastically.

Stan's slow kisses morphed into an intense make out session as he ran his tongue across your bottom lip and you gave him access. His hands exploring all over your body, squeezing and caressing your sides and chest causing your spine to curve.

The two of you were buzzing and the kiss was a little sloppy but it was perfect. You wouldn't want it any other way.

He finally allowed the two of you a breather, kissing his way down your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh. You squirmed again, back arching as a whispered moan tumbled from you.

That sobered him up, Stan raised his head from your neck, looking down at you and saw the needy look in your eyes. "Maybe we should wait 'til we're not blitzed."

The automatic frown you wore had him chuckling as you pulled his face back to yours, kissing him with as much vigour as you could muster.

Stan bit your bottom lip and his fingers settled on your thighs, how he managed to find himself in between them he didn't know but you pulled him closer with your legs and he had to pinch himself.

This was real.

All the shit he had done.

Every scam, every fraud, every crime, everything.

And you still looked at him with those eyes.

Fuck.

Maybe he loved you.

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I work in a DIY shop and this is what I had to look at for the majority of my shift 😂😭 he haunts me

[aceistheplace86]

What if

//Stan Pines having a crush on you, but never getting to admit it.

You and Stan had been inseparable since elementary school when you guys met. He convinced you he could do the monkey bars faster than you, but promptly fell on his face while running over to the set.

You two only getting closer as you got older. Now you guys were nearing the end of high school and neither one had admitted their feelings to each other. Yet they both had to Ford.

You always confided in Ford about your feelings towards his twin brother and he always urged you to tell him. You always backed out.

Tonight was no different. Stan was lying in bed staring at the ceiling while his brother sat at his desk writing in his notebook. He sighed heavily and looked over at his twin “Do you think I’m being stupid?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” he said in a playful manner

“Ha Ha” Stan said sarcastically “No but I mean, with not telling Y/N how I feel?”

Ford paused for a second. “A little bit”

“What if I get the chance to say how I feel and I mess it all up?” his voice was quiet

“Remember a few years ago when you asked me, ‘What if I don’t find someone to love’? Well, now you’ve got the biggest crush on Y/N that I’ve ever seen. So why not try?”

Stan thought for a moment. What if love just wasn’t for him? He was historically heartbroken, girls weren’t flocking to him, and when he did get a date, they never lasted long.

No one could really tell because he always tried to play it cool around everyone, his parents, the kids at school, even his own brother. There were rare moments, like tonight when only Ford got to see how lonely he felt.

He always felt like he was drowning in his own emotions, always just one minute from breaking down. He tried ways to keep himself distracted, like boxing, and adventures with his brother. But as they get older, the adventures seem few and far between.

But his time with Y/N made all of his anxieties about being alone for the rest of his life vanish. He enjoyed their time together, he felt like he could be himself. He didn’t feel like he had to be some fake version of himself to be loved, he didn’t have to put on an act. He didn’t feel like the dumb twin.

He shifted his focus back to the ceiling “What if I don’t deserve it?”

Ford didn’t respond. He stared blankly down at his notebook. He had no answer. He knew Stan deserved love, deserved a partner for life. How could he tell him that? He wouldn’t listen, nor would he really believe him. “What if you do?”

Months had gone by, and Stan made no advances to telling Y/N how he felt. Until today, he knew Y/N was out of town for a few days so it gave him time to prepare what he wanted to say. He paced the living room trying his hardest to not make it sound cheesy. He wanted Ford to come home from the science fair so that he could talk strategy with him. Ford wasn’t great at girl talk but he could at least keep Stan from making a fool of himself.

Just then, Ford stormed into the house. Slamming the door behind him.

“Sixer! Just in time, I’m trying to figure out what to say to Y/N” He says sheepishly “Want to help me?”

“Help you? Why would I want to help you!” He says showing his twin the bag of Toffee Peanuts. “Explain this Stanley”

Stan stared at the bag quickly remembering what happened. “I-I didn’t mean it Ford” He had learned that Ford might go to some fancy school, but he wasn’t ready for him to leave. Ford was the one person he could count on. There was no guarantee that Y/N liked him back, but he would always have his brother. The next thing he knew he was leaving the school after covering Ford’s, probably fine, project

“I was messing around and I accidentally-“

“This was no accident, Stanley! You did this! You did this because you couldn’t handle me going to college on my own!” He shoved him “You sabotaged my entire future!”

“You did what?” His father appeared and grabbed him by his collar

“I-It was a mistake!” Stan pleaded, there was no chance. He got thrown outside landing hard on the ground.

“You are not welcome in this household until you make this family millions!” His father threw a duffle bag at him.

Stan stared at the bag, briefly wondering why his father already had a bag packed, before looking up at the window to Ford. “What?! Stanford, tell him he is being ridiculous!”

Ford looks at the West Coast Tech pamphlet their family was given the other day before he closes his curtains.

“Stanford? Don't leave me hangin'. High six? His father slams the pawn shop's front door in his son's face. He stared at the now-closed door and tried to get his mind straight. He didn’t have anywhere to go. He was losing ahold of things fast.

He wouldn’t be able to go to Y/N’s house like he did when things felt a little too confusing.

 Y/N. He wouldn’t be able to say goodbye, and there was no way he was sticking around here and risking possibly running into his father. He looked up at the window one more time “Please Ford, will you at least tell Y/N how I feel?”

Stan looks sadly at the window before he straightens his posture and hardens his look. “I can make it on my own!” he mumbled climbing into his car and speeding off.

Stan decided he wouldn’t show his face at home until he had made a name for himself. The days were hard, the treasure-hunting business was a bust and when he found sales, he realized he was a good salesman but had crappy products. However, the nights were the hardest. He slept in his car and crappy motels. There wasn’t a day that he didn’t think of what he did to his brother. He was angry, but he missed him. He often found his thoughts drifting to Y/N. Ford must've told them how Stan had felt, and apparently from the lack of communication, it seemed that those feelings were not reciprocated.

Maybe love wasn’t for him.

//I hope you guys liked this! I had the idea and hoped it didn't seem rushed. I think I'm getting sick so I don't feel like this is my best work. Should I do Ford’s perspective after being asked that favor from Stan?

[forestlv4r]

Fuck your boyfriend Gojo satoru x Fem!reader

Contains; cheating, smut, getting caught, P in V, aggressive ex-boyfriend, little angst

sam's 2 cents: im so sorry for adding naoya in this😭

You're laying on the couch, scrolling through the brain rotting tiktoks about new stanley cups and tiktok rizz party.

"what the fuck is my for you page anymore bro"

you say to yourself, sighing jumping up from your seat heading to the kitchen to make a snack for a movie night all alone.

Your boyfriend Naoya has been cold and distant to you since a small argument you had about him going out too much and staying out for too long. All he's been doing is going out, coming home, picking a fight with you and then leaving to stay at a friends house for a while.

Todays fight of the day with him was;

"why the fuck would you post yourself in a mini skirt"

he's never really had a problem with you posting in revealing stuff before, his only issue back then was;

"i want you to be all for me baby"

now its become;

"you're acting like an attention seeking whore".

As you wait for your popcorn to finish in the microwave, choosing a song on your phone to listen to in the meantime.

You place your phone on the counter opening the microwave to take out the bag of popcorn and put it in a bowl.

Pouring the popcorn into a bowl you pause getting a notification on your phone, multiple notifications.

"hm, unknown number?" You say to yourself opening the chat to see what was sent.

"WHAT THE FUCK" you scream to yourself, dropping the bowl of popcorn you had in your hand, making a loud bang.

-

You sit on the ground against your cabinets, tears streaming down your cheeks, you couldn't handle it anymore,

seeing those pictures of naoya kissing a girl at a house party felt like a million daggers to your heart,

"you needed someone and you needed them now." You decide in your head, picking up your phone to dial your guy bestfriend.

"hey y/n/n"

"please come over right now i need you"

"What? What happened are you okay?"

"Please just...just come"

"i'm on my way dont worry"

-

"oh my god what happened y/n/n" gojo says standing at your open door, sound of the rain getting aggressive, you start sobbing again going in to hug him at he holds you tightly in his arms,

you say absolutley nothing, handing your phone to him where the text messages are still visible. 

"oh that mother fucker" he says angrily.

"do you know where he is right now?" Gojo asks you lifting up your swollen face from his chest with his fingers to face him.

"yeah...hes at a house party some friend is hosting" you manage to say from in between sobs.

As gojo tried to walk away, you knowing that he will go fuck naoya up you stop him. 

"Gojo no!, please I need you right now" you speak, looking up at him with glossy eyes that he immediately melts into.

"...okay"

he spoke before he gets into the house and guiding your weak body on the couch,

"wait here"

he goes on to get you a blanket, walking over to you and sitting next to you to place the blanket on the both of you.

you lean your head on his shoulder as he pulls you in for a hug, "what do you wanna watch?" he asks.

"anything.." you reply quietly.

"hey, you can talk to me"

"I don't know its just.... i feel disgusting, why would he cheat on me? is something wrong with me? does he really think I'm a whore or seek attention?" 

"Noaya is a dumbass and doesn't deserve you, you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on and he's a big dumbass for not seeing that beauty within you, your eyes, your hair, your everything. I honestly never liked him from the beginning"

he speaks looking into you eyes with nothing but love.

your faces get closer, your noses brushing up against each other, until he grabs your cheek and smashes your lips together. you tongues fight for dominance, the kiss getting heated quickly, teeth clashing and spit mixing, you pull away slowly from the kiss nothing but a string of saliva connecting you both.

his hand is on your cheek just as he stares into your beautiful brown eyes, "I love you y/n." he utters. "I love you too toru" you mumble before he puts his lips on yours again kissing you even harder.

you fall back onto the couch, making gojo now above you, he quickly pulls away to remove his shirt as you do the same, going back to making out while he tries to remove his sweats and boxers at the same time. 

he pulls away and his hand reaches down to the band of your panties, "can I take these off?" he asks.

"yes please I need you" you whine, squirming under his touch.

"my needy girl" he chuckles as he grabs the bands of your panties and sweeps them off quickly.

he pumps himself a little lubing his length with his precum, alinging his member to your entrance

"just tell me if you need me to stop okay?" he speaks gently holding your cheek.

"okay.." you whimper when he pushes himself in agonizingly slow, stopping for you to get used to his length.

" please move I don't need to wait" you whine pathetically.

"okay gorgeous" he says, speeding up his movements hitting the right spot each time.

"God toru...yes yes yes" you moan out before gojo grabs your hands and holds them above your head, "my pretty baby" he mutters as he looks down to see the bulge in your stomach, pressing down on it with one if his hands, the other still holding yours, adding pressure to you.

"mm gojo I'm so clo..se" you utter unable to speak from the ephoric feeling, he reaches down to your clit rubbing tight circles causing you to leach your hands onto his back after he lets go, your nails leaving makes that are sure to reveal in the morning.

as soon as you start seeing nothing but gojo's loving eyes and stars, you cum all over him coating his length, "where do you want it princess" gojo asks speeding his movements, slightly overstimulating you.

"i-in me" you moan from still being sensitive, a few pumps in and gojo finishes in you, coating your walls white.

he pulls out earning a whine from you as he lays down next to you. "are you okay my princess?" he asks, reaching to your face to move the hair away. "more than okay" you smile back before you guys to wash off and get dressed, going back on the couch to watch a movie only to fall a sleep cuddling each other under the blankets.

-

5:36am

the door slams and you hear loud foot steps waking you and gojo up. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Naoya screams, referring to you and gojo cuddling on the couch.

tears start forming in your eyes causing Naoya to get angrier and gojo to pull you into a hug making you sob on his shoulder.

"don't fucking scream at her acting like you didn't kiss another girl at the bitch party of yours." Gojo shouts, you can feel his heartbeat getting faster from anger.

Naoyas' eyes soften into horror from gojo's words, "you don't fucking deserve her, you're a cheater and an asshole might as well just fucking kill yourself" gojo continues yelling.

-

Naoya had already left the house after he packed everything, you and gojo went up to your room so he can comfort you.

The next morning nobara and itadori pulled up to you house after gojo had informed them of what happened.

"Y/NNNNN WHAT HAPPENED MY BABY GIRL" nobara yelled, running to you on your couch and hugging you.

You chuckle a little at her dramatic ways,

"Naoya cheated on me" you sniff.

"ugh i hate that bitch" itadori speaks as he scoffs,

"Right? I always knew he was a bitch, cheating on you as if he has many girls lined up waiting for him." Nobara speaks, still hugging you.

"alright guys get away from my girlfriend" gojo speaks, coming out of the kitchen with a hot cup if tea for you, placing it in your hands to warm you up.

"WHAT??? YOU'RE DATING?" Itadori and Nobara shouted in shock at the same time,

"yes now stop being so loud, move" gojo scoffs, gently pushing nobara off of you so you can rest your head in his chest.

Sam's 2 cents: so sorry the ending is really rushed this is also so ass i hate it (╥_╥)

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BLACKSHEEP - BILL BASICALLY DOES DRUG DEALING

BAAAA - “LETS RISE FROM THE GRAVE, LETS WALK IN OUR SLEEP. WHAT GOOD IS A SHEPERD WITHOUT ANY SHEEP? WE’LL START AT THE END UNTIL WE BEGIN. THERE’S ROOM IN MY THRONE, IT’S TIME TO FIT IN.”

CARD - BILL’S BUSINESS(? I ASSUME?) CARD

IRREGULAR - BILL MUGSHOTS

THERAPRISM - “IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, DO NOT USE ELEVATORS” SIGN

DIPPY FRESH - REDDIT NOSTALGIA??

OROBOROUS - LOST JOURNAL 3 PAGES ABOUT THE AXOLOTL

SOOS - LETTERS WRITTEN BY SOOS

STANFORD/FORD/SIXER - FORD’S MEDICAL REPORT

Lmk if you’d like to see the pictures from the zip files:))

Anyways my soul belongs to Bill Cipher now

[cardigan-ns]

Birthday Blues

Pairing: Luther x Sloane

Request: Hi would it be ok if I asked for a Luther x Sloane where in season 4 they have kids, yet Luther feels very hostile at the party as he's still mentally dealing with what Allison did to him, and he finally tells Sloane

Summary: It’s graces 6th Birthday, the entire Hargreeves family are together again, but Luther isn’t feeling the best about it, because he remembered what Allison did to him. (SPACE CADET UNIVERSE)

Warning: mention of SA. If you have experienced anything along these lines, you aren’t alone, help is out there, and I am here if you need me <3

Luther stood beside Diego at his niece’s birthday party and watched as Grace played with Lila, Luther and Diego were sharing a beer and the whole day Luther had a heavy heart, something was eating at him ever since he received the invite to this party, it was meant to be a wonderful celebration for his god daughter but he just cannot relax and enjoy it for the life of him.

“Hey man, you okay?” Diego asked him, genuine concern on his face, Luther snapped out of a trance he was in and just nodded, take a long swig of the disgusting beer that he forgot to put in an ice cooler. “Yeah, just worried about Luna starting school again and whatnot.” He remembered that Christmas break was gonna be over soon and his daughter would be back at school and the morning routines would begin again, and Luther wouldn’t have a chance to breathe. Diego just nudged Luther lovingly and agreed, “Yeah, I am too, but that’s not for another two weeks, you’ve got 14 days to spend time with her.” Diego saw the bright side of things for once whenever it came to his family. Luther remained a sad look and noticed Sloane with Klaus from across the soft play area, she was handing him some cheesecake she made for the party. He also saw that his newest born baby Fei was realising her hands existed from her stroller. Luna was playing with Stanley and coco in the ball pit and everything seemed to be going smoothly. So why can’t he relax?

“I’m gonna go check on Sloane.” Luther abruptly left the conversation, leaving Diego offended but he quickly got over it whenever Lila handed him a piñata to hang up.

As Luther sat by Sloane, she had baby Fei on her lap, feeding her some mushed up version of adult food. Luna was coming over to the table to take a drink of juice every now and again before going back to the ball pit. Luther’s mood was so low that even Sloane picked up on it. “Honey, everything okay? You haven’t touched your cheesecake, it’s your favourite…” Sloane studied Luther’s expressions, this wasn’t like him, he was never usually THIS moped.

Luther exhaled, “Is Allison coming here today?” he didn’t dare look around the place again unless she magically appeared. He knew Klaus and Claire were here, which meant she’d dropped them off. Sloane just tilted her head to the side, looking at her husband, “I think Klaus said that Allison said, nobody would want to see her. After the universe reset and everything, she feels discarded.” Sloane relayed what her brother-in-law had told her.

“Good. She should feel discarded.” Luther spoke sternly, his eyes sad. This made Sloane set Fei back in her stroller, and face her chair to Luther. “You don’t mean that? She’s your sister.” Sloane reminded Luther, that cut deep, it hurt him badly. He couldn’t breathe, he felt like his throat was closing over and the room was swallowing him whole. “No. She’s not my family anymore. She did this to herself!” He twitches a little, fidgeting with his hands. Sloane’s brows furrowed, something was seriously hurting Luther and she needed to help him.

“Do you want to go outside, get some fresh air, and talk with me?” She placed an assuring hand on Luther’s shoulder, but he shrugged it off, not wanting any physical contact right now. “Yeah. We could get some hot chocolate or something? I saw it at the cafe.” Luther suggested, not completely isolating his wife, and letting her help him, she nodded and stood up, strolling Fei, until Five walked over. “If you guys are leaving I can watch her.” He suggested, he was really growing up to be a noble man. Sloane smiled and allowed Luther’s little/older brother look after their baby.

Sloane and Luther walked outside the soft play and to the cafe area, where Luther got some hot chocolates, and they went outside to the bench to sit. “Honey, tell me what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Sloane sat across from him, watching him take a sip of his drink and he let out a small breath. “It was six years ago. It’s just coming back again, I shouldn’t have even let it get to me.” He tried to brush it off with a shrug of his shoulders, but Sloane wasn’t going to let that slide, he’s deeply affected by whatever it was, she wasn’t just gonna let him suppress it for a further six years. “Luther, please don’t push it away, I want to listen.”

Luther put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes, panting now as his heart rate quickened. “You know how Allison didn’t come to our wedding, or Diego’s for that matter…” he reminded his wife, and she nodded, speaking up, “Yeah, because she reset the universe and feels guilty, right?” Luther shook his head and looked at the parking lot, his mind whirling.

“No. It’s because I told her she’s not welcome. And that she doesn’t deserve to see our family happy because of how miserable she made me when she felt low.” He spat out, bitterly, as he had every right to be. Sloane wasn’t mad she was concerned, whatever did she do to her husband. “Luther you’re scaring me, what did she do?” She had a determined look on her face.

“She assaulted me, Sloane. She took me for granted, selfishly, because she felt disgusted with herself. Now she’s burdened me with disgust.” His eyes welled up but no tears fell down. Sloane got angry, not at Luther but at what was done to Luther. She placed her hands on her lap, rubbing them to ease her mind, she was very upset. “And that’s not even the worst of it, she rumoured me. She didn’t even do it manually, she used her fucking power.” Luther pointed to himself, his hand shaking, “she had me in that hotel alone, and rumoured me!” His voiced raised a little.

Sloane just looked at Luther, her body numb at how Allison could do such a thing. A single tear fell down her face and she allowed Luther to keep talking. She didn’t want to interrupt him. “Every night, I remember it, anytime I see Klaus, or Claire, I’m reminded she exists. I hear Lila talk about her, I just shut down, I’m sure you’ve noticed. But today is especially the worst, because we’re all in the same fucking room.” He huffed out that last sentence, his breath hitching and his heart palpitating. Luther was usually the life of the party and Allison took that away from him, what would usually be a fun event for Luther has turned into the worst flashback of his life, every song on the speaker overstimulated him, every bland interaction reminded him of the predicament he was in, he couldn’t even smile today.

Sloane heard a car door close, it better not be who she thought it was, she was furious, her leg twitching. She looked towards the sound, and sure enough it was Allison Hargreeves. “I am going to kill her.” Sloane stood up, Luther grabbed her arm, “No. You don’t need to do that. It was six years ago.” Sloane just shook her head at Luther, “Doesn’t mean she shouldn’t be held accountable.” Sloane reminded him and he let her go. Luther just walked back inside, he wasn’t exactly ashamed, he was just run down, he needed to take his mind off of seeing her. He was going to check on Luna, see if she wanted any party food, he couldn’t bare looking at Allison right now.

“HEY!” Sloane yelled to Allison, and she just stopped. “Can I help you?” Allison asked, wondering what was making Sloane so angered. “Yeah you can start by telling me what the fuck possessed you to possess my husband.” Sloane was all up in Allison face and she was furious, Allison just held her hands up in defence and shook her head, “What are you talking about? Luther and I haven’t spoken for years.” Sloane scoffed biting her lip to stop herself from saying something she’ll regret. She just grabbed a hold of Allison’s car keys and fired the across the parking lot. “Maybe when you catch them you’ll realise what’s good for you and LEAVE US ALONE!” Sloane raised her voice so loud that even a few people in the foyer inside looked around and wondered who was yelling. Allison scoffed and looked at Sloane with distain, “My daughter is in there.” Allison protested. Sloane just smiled, “I’ll get Ben to leave Claire and Klaus home! Save you having to overexert yourself, not like anyone’s asking about you anyways.” And with that Sloane stormed back into the soft play building. Allison just stood in the parking lot for a moment, feeling exposed, realising Luther told Sloane what happened at Hotel Obsidian.

Inside Sloane saw that the party was just as she left it, except the cake was smashed on the floor and the piñata was discarded beside it. She walked up to Diego and asked him what happened, he looked to her a little gruff and said, “Luther bit the piñata and bumped into the cake.” Sloane’s eyes widened and she looked around for Luther, but Diego followed her. “It’s okay, Luna and Grace got the candy from it anyways. It’s no biggy.” Then Diego realised that that’s not what Sloane cared about. “Yeah I’ve been meaning to ask you, is the big guy okay?” He asked about his brother and Sloane just looked at Diego with a few tears in her eyes, sniffling. “Where is Luther?!” She persisted and Diego muted instantly, realising he was talking to much. “He’s at the table with Five and Fei.” Diego’s finger pointed across the room, Sloane patted Diego on the shoulder and she ran to her husband.

“Luther?” Sloane looked at him, he was rocking their baby in his arms as he stood by the table where five was mixing a bottle for her. “Are you okay? We didn’t get to finish your conversation…” She went up to him on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek, rubbing his back. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. Luther looked at Sloane with deep love and admiration, he loved her so much, he was so happy she didn’t hate him for talking, and she defended his honour and looked out for him. Anyone would but Luther didn’t allow himself to see that. He bets that if he told anyone what happened right now, they’d do anything for him, but he’s never allowed himself to just speak about himself, he’s always cautious of what everyone else is feeling and making sure that they’re having a good time. Never paying mind to how his kindness was taken advantage of by the person he thought he could trust most out of anyone.

“I love you, and our girls. I’m happy I’ve been gifted with your acceptance.” Luther spoke quietly, not wanting anyone else to interrupt them, five was more invested in the exact measurements of powdered milk to add to the bottle to listen in anyways. Sloane put a strand of hair behind her ear and then caressed Luther’s face, she smiled adoringly. “We’ll never ever hurt you, and we won’t ever let her around you again. You don’t have to bear that fear anymore.” Sloane assured him as their one year old took comfort in Luther’s shoulder. Luther finally let himself cry, he felt his walls crumble and he let himself be vulnerable. He sat down and wiped his eyes with Fei’s baby blanket. He didn’t need to be hurt by Allison anymore, he was now given the opportunity to heal and he has a stable marriage that can give him the safety to feel his emotions, he didn’t need to be rumoured to feel them, he did what HE wanted now, no longer feeling ashamed in himself.

[incorrect-pipravi]

Can you please please please do more headcanons? I’m obsessed

Hi! Sorry if you don’t like angst because this is going to be a dump of my angsty PipRavi headcanons!!!

Hope you enjoy it and sorry again for the pain I’m about to cause.

Angsty PipRavi headcanons

TW: depression, implied suicidal thoughts, use of drugs

Ravi cried himself to sleep each night after Pip and him broke up while Pip overworked herself so that she fell asleep the moment she hit the pillow from exhaustion.

On most days, Pip’s strategy doesn’t work and she stays up all night reliving everything that happened.

When Pip hugged Ravi after Stanley’s death, it was the first time Ravi’s presence failed to comfort her -definitely not the last too- and it scared Pip so much.

Ravi almost caved into the urge to fuck up their plan and call Pip many times, but he managed to control himself.

Though Pip had promised Ravi that she would stop taking any drugs/sleeping pills, she still takes some on her hardest times.

Pip often imagines the worst case scenario happening and thinks that if it happens then there’s no point in living anymore. Her life would technically end so why not actually end it.

The first few weeks of their breakup, Ravi could barely leave his room, eat or do anything. He lost so much weight and he looked physically older from how burdened and exhausted he had been.

Cara definitely had to hold and comfort a weeping Ravi countless of times. (And so did Connor and the rest of the squad, but it was mostly Cara.)

Pip and Ravi definitely looked at old pictures and videos of each other when they needed comfort the most.

Ravi never left Pip because she would talk to him every single day in her head. And yeah it wasn’t healthy or normal, but Pip knows she hasn’t been normal for a long long time.

Pip has many different nightmares, but the worst ones are the ones where DT kills her.

Sometimes she wished he had.

Ravi would definitely avoid Pip’s family (to make the plan more sensible) and each time he notices Josh looking at him when they encounter each other in town he turns around and it breaks him every single time.

Pip and Ravi had accidentally called someone else (could be a classmate or a coworker or anyone really) by each other’s name at least once.

Ravi’s parents, at first, always asked about Pip and Ravi would answer vaguely or shrug it off until one time he snapped at them and they stopped asking. (He apologized later of course, but Nisha and Mohan wanted to respect their son’s privacy.)

I have mentioned this before in a different post, but Pip would definitely buy the same perfume Ravi uses and wear it or use it to feel like he’s there with her.

Even after they get back together, Pip still struggles with morality and understanding the gray area which makes her feel unworthy of love and happiness, leading to many self-sabotage caused fights.

That night will always haunts Ravi, especially the fact that he had come so close to losing Pip forever.

Pip would silently watch Ravi’s and her friends’ social media updates and mourn all the time she lost and all the happiness she missed.

Even when she gets a therapist, Pip still at times feels like she’ll never be put back together.

“I will always be a shell of who I used to be, Ravi. Never the Pip you love. Just an illusion of who she is.”

“Then let me love this new Pip. The one you call a shell. Let me love her. You should’ve realized it by now, but I won’t let you go ever again.”

[iheartyouyou]

Judas | Jimmy Darling

Summary: Elsa and Richard (Stanley) frame you for murdering Jimmy’s mother.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst, mention of death, maybe more idk (not proofread)

Author’s Note: I don’t think there’s a bathroom in Jimmy’s trailer, but let’s pretend there is just for the sake of this fic. This was just a random idea I had and i love writing angst. Anyway, please leave feedback <3

Your eyes flutter open from the loud slam, a sudden hand grabs your arm, man-handling you out of bed.

Before you know it, you’re outside. Your eyes adjust to the new setting, everybody’s eyes on you as they form a group around you.

You look to see that Eve had both of your arms pinned behind your back, confusion hitting you.

You try to shuffle out of her strong grip, but it was no use.

“We took you in! How could you do this to her— to us?” Elsa shrieks, breaking down as she falls to her knees. Your boyfriend, Jimmy, is immediately by her side, placing a comforting hand in her shoulder as he glares at you with tears in his eyes.

“Wait— what happened?” You ask, trying to jump forward to reach your boyfriend. The grip on your arms only gets tighter.

“Don’t act stupid, Y/N. Give up the act.” Jimmy shouts, now standing up. You flinch at the harshness in his tone.

You look around the group, your eyes landing on Richard. He had a stupid smirk on his face, standing next to him was Maggie, a guilty look on hers.

“What act? I don’t even know what’s happening!” You cry, turning your head to stare up at Eve. You give her a pleading look. She looks away, shaking her head.

Elsa continued her sobs, chanting a prayer.

“What’s happening?” You shriek, watching as Maggie comforted Jimmy.

You furrowed your eyebrows, jealousy running through your veins. Ever since Maggie came, you’ve always been jealous.

She was a pretty girl and Jimmy was a handsome guy. Before you and Jimmy started dating, he was known as a womanizer. Flirting with every girl he set his eyes on and sleeping with every girl who flirted back.

You met him during one of your shifts as a waitress at the Camellia Grill. He flirted with you in hopes of not having to pay his bill, but you met guys like him. You told him the price of the food he ordered with a smirk on your face, watching in satisfaction as he slammed his money on the counter before leaving.

He came back the next day, requested that you served him and tried the same thing. He ended up paying again, but then he returned the day after, flirting with you once again.

Jimmy was confused. And hurt. He got every girl he wanted, his charms and good looks were the only thing he needed. But when you quickly shut him down, he felt like it was a mission to charm you.

He didn’t know what he wanted— wether that was a free bill or a kiss, or something even more than that— he didn’t care. It started off as a silly mission, but ended with you finally letting him leave without paying.

He didn’t come in the next day, which left you hurt. You knew he only wanted something, and he finally got it. Weeks of coming in, requesting you served him, flirting, just for a free bill?

You didn’t want to admit it, but you missed seeing his stupid face and the stupid mittens he would wear even though it was hotter than ever outside. He never told you why he wore them.

But one day, one of your co-workers gave you a note. They said it was from that handsome guy who always wanted you as his server. You practically ripped open the note, reading his sloppy handwriting.

He asked on the note if you could meet him outside when you were done with your shift.

When you shift was done, you headed outside to meet him. He was sitting on one of the benches, his face lightening up when he saw you.

He confessed his love to you, telling you he had to tell you before it was too late. You were so happy, the largest grin etched onto your lips. It quickly fell though when he told you that you guys couldn’t be together.

Jimmy didn’t want to explain why. He knew the second he removed those mittens you would freak out and leave him. A pretty girl like you couldn’t be seen with a freak like him.

You wanted to scream and slap him in the face, telling him to leave and never come back.

He couldn’t stand seeing you so sad, so before you could slap him he dragged you into the nearest alleyway and removed his mittens.

You let out the biggest gasp when you saw his lobster hands.

Jimmy quickly frowned, he couldn’t watch you run away from him so he looked away to save him the pain.

What took him by surprise though was when you took one of his hands, pressing your soft lips to them in a kiss.

You watch as the group separates, revealing the deceased body of Ethel. Jimmy’s mother.

You shriek, crying as you stare at the knife that was in her eye. “What happened to her? Who did this?”

Elsa abruptly stands up, stalking towards you. She points an accusing finger at you, angry tears running down her face. “You’re a monster. What type of human being would do this to someone? She was innocent, happy. The only freak here is you.”

“What?! I didn’t do that!” You shout, being released from Eva’s grip. She pushes you down, causing you to land on your knees.

You quickly get up, eyes finding Jimmy’s. “Jimmy? Baby?” You whimper.

“You are a monster! A MONSTER!” You hear Elsa shriek, pointing her finger into your chest.

You slap her hand away, “I didn’t do anything!”

“Maggie said she saw you stab Ethel this morning when she was in the woods.” Richard claims, your eyes snapping to Maggie’s.

Jimmy and her were hugging, his face nestled into the crook of her neck. She stares at you, a frown etched onto her lips.

“I didn’t do that! I was asleep—“ You point to Jimmy’s trailer, “In there! Jimmy was with me!”

Elsa laughs, “Really? Because if I can recall, Jimmy was rehearsing this morning.”

“I was asleep! You really think I would kill her? That doesn’t even make sense, she was like a mother to me!” You whimpered, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

Silence takes over, the only thing being heard was Jimmy’s cried and your sniffling.

“I didn’t kill her!” You shriek, staring at the dead body. You look up at Richard, a mischievous grin on his face. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“You— you asshole!” You snap, watching as his grin slightly fell. “He’s framing me! He’s framing me! You have to believe me—“

“Put her on the spin wheel.” Elsa says calmly, fixing her hair as she smiles.

“What? What—“ You feel the same two arms, Eva, grab into yours, dragging you to the tent. “No! I didn't do anything! Jimmy!” You cried, trying to kick Eva. “Let go of me!”

You somehow kick Eva in the shin, causing her to groan. You slip out of her arms, making a run for it. You run past the group, but before you could make an exit the familiar arms of your so called boyfriend wrap around you. You struggle in his arms, crying.

“Let go of me! Please!” You wailed, trying to elbow him.

Normally, butterflies would be flying around in your stomach from Jimmy hugging you from behind. But now it was making you sick.

“Jimmy, please! I didn’t kill her, I promise. I love you— please!” You say, trying to convince him as he brings you back towards the tent. “Baby, please.”

“Shut up!” He shouts. He finally lets go, only to strap you on the wheel.

“Please.” You beg, struggling against his hold. He avoids your eyes, strapping you. “I didn’t kill her!” You scream for the millionth time, heart dropping as you watched Elsa hold up a knife.

She mimics throwing it at you, closing one if her eyes and she squints with the other.

Jimmy finally looks at you.

“jimmy, please. i didn’t kill her, he’s framing me. i don’t wanna die.” You whisper, your voice cracking. An emotion flashed in his eyes, quickly disappearing.

“Please.” You beg one last time.

“Rot in hell.” He seethed, “You’re gonna die.” He walks away, sitting down.

“Jimmy!” You scream. “No! Please!”

He ignores your pleads, looking down at his lap.

He loved you— he loves you. But his mom has been there for him ever since day one. If it were anyone but you, he would probably kill them himself. Elsa insisted she practice her act on you, before ending your life with a few knives to your body, letting you bleed out.

You look at Pepper. “Pepper? Hey! Remember when I made you that bow? The one you’re wearing? Get me down! Please!”

Pepper hesitates, looking at Salty. They share a look, but before they could do anything Richard stands in front of them, encouraging them to sit down.

“No! You fucking asshole!”

He smiles at you, walking towards you. “It’s unfortunate that your life has to end this way. Don’t worry, your lobster boy will be joining you soon.” He whispers, reaching over to spin the wheel.

“I knew it! You asshole, I fucking hate you!” You shriek, going upside down, then up, then upside down…

“I don’t know what she’s talking about.” He shrugs, backing away.

“He’s framing me- AH!” You shriek, the first knife thrown at you stabbing the wood beside your head.

“I can’t concentrate when you’re talking.” Elsa says, she stops the spinning, shoving a handkerchief into your mouth.

She spins the wheel again, “that’s much better.”

Your pleads are now muffled, the only thing going through your mind was that you were too young to die.

Another knife gets thrown your way, stabbing the wood on the other side of your face. You were getting a headache now from the spinning.

You stop your pleads, shutting your eyes as you accepted your fate.

You should’ve refused to serve Jimmy the second time he came.

You should’ve gotten another job.

You should’ve re—

“Wait! Elsa— stop!” You hear Jimmy’s voice. Jesus, were you now imagining things?

“What are you doing?” You hear Elsa snap.

You were now imagining Elsa’s voice? You didn’t want her voice to be the last thing you ever heard.

You suddenly stop spinning, your eyes snapping open as you meet Jimmy’s.

“Shit…” He mutters, unbuckling the straps. He looks at you, frowning. “I’m so sor—“

“What are you doing?!” Elsa repeats, pushing Jimmy out of the way. Her face was red, smoke practically coming out of her ears.

Jimmy pushes her back, sending her to the ground. Elsa looks up a him, betrayal written all over her face.

“Maggie told me everything.” He snaps, turning to look at the rest of the group. “Unstrap her.”

Pepper immediately skips to you, Eve following.

Eve takes the handkerchief out of your mouth, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“W-what’s happening?” You ask, Pepper taking your hand to lead you away from the wheel as you were unbuckled.

“Yes, what is happening?” Richard asks, standing up from his seat. You watch as Maggie tells him something, a smile forming on her lips as Richard freezes.

Pepper leaves you with Salty, skipping back to Jimmy. He tells her something, motioning to you before looking back at Elsa’s figure on the ground. You watch as he tells Eve something. Eve nods, lifting Elsa up.

“Desiree— what’s happening?” You ask nervously, scared of what she was going to say. Were they planning on killing you some other brutal way? Chop of your limbs? Bury you alive?

Desiree stares at her husband who was now manhandling Richard. “You don’t wanna know.”

“But I do! What the hell is happening?” You insist.

Pepper comes skipping back, taking your hand once again and starts leading you out of the tent. Salty follows.

You were beyond confused. One second you’re on you’re death bed, or should you say death wheel and now you’re being lead back to Jimmy’s trailer.

Oh god, were they going to kill you in his trailer? Maybe you can make a run for it?

They lead you into his trailer, helping you sit on the bed. Pepper grabs the blanket that was near you, handing it to you as Salty grabs a pillow.

“I don’t… I don’t understand.” You speak, dropping the pillow Salty gave you to the side.

“S…. safe! Safe!” Pepper says excitedly. Salty and her jump around the trailer, giggling.

They stop when the door swings open, revealing Paul. “Hey, Y/N. Are yo—“

“What’s going on?” You ask. You said that phrase a lot today, it seemed like you only knew those three words.

He hesitates for a moment, moving the pillow beside you to take seat. He shushes Pepper and Salty, turning to you.

“You didn’t kill Ethel.”

“I know that. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you guys.” You snap, almost feeling bad when Paul slightly flinches. He frowns.

“I know and we’re taking care of them.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “Taking care of who?”

“Elsa and Richard… or Stanley.”

“What are you guys doing to them—“

“Jimmy said not to tell ya.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. You had the largest headache, from all the yelling, pleading, spinning… so much has happened and it hadn’t even been an hour since you woke up.

You stand up, almost falling from how dizzy you were.

“Hey, where ar—“ Paul starts, reaching out to you.

“I need to pee.” You mumble, backing away. You stumble to the bathroom, slamming the door as you slide against it to the ground.

You were confused, hurt, dizzy and exhausted all at the same time. It’s crazy how they just believed anything they heard, believing that you actually killed Ethel. And the fact that Jimmy— your boyfriend who is supposed to love and support you just believed them? Without no proof? Without even talking to you? He was supposed to trust and defend you. And everybody else? They just simply believed their lies. You have done so much for everybody, and they all just sit there and watch you almost get killed.

Nice to know they would most likely throw you under the bus if something like this happened again.

“Baby?” You hear, along with a knock.

You didn’t realize how long you were in the bathroom, zoning out as thoughts flooded your mind.

“Y/N?” You hear Jimmy speak from the other side of the door. The doorknob shakes. “I’m so sorry.”

You stay silent, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“Baby? Can you please come out? O-or let me in?” He says, trying the doorknob once again.

You stare at the window. You knew you were right when you first saw Jimmy Darling. He is just like any other guy, only wanting one thing and willing to throw you under the bus.

“Please? I can explain everything, I promise sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.”

You get up, cautiously moving to the window while looking at the door. It could open any minute. You climb on top of the toilet, opening the window but stopping when it creeks.

“Y/N?”

Opening the rest of the window slowly, you peek your head out to make sure the coast was clear before somehow climbing out. The window was kind of small and only opened to a certain point.

You climb out head first, falling to the ground with a groan. Still, you get up. You look around, hearing Jimmy’s faint voice coming from the inside of his trailer before making a run to the main road.

[the-haunted-office]

Doomsday comes flying down the stairs into the basement, her arrival triggering the motion sensor lights. They click on and fill the dark hallways with faded yellow light, enough for her to see by, and unfortunately enough for her to be seen as well - not that it would matter much, the Retcon would still be able to sense her, even in darkness.

Still, she flees. She has to. She doesn't want to change. Can't change. She is who she is, and anyone who doesn't see that is a fool. An asshole, really. Doomsday? Change? What a joke! Her whole life has been one cycle on repeat, one series of events that has really been one event in different shades, the same movie played by different actors, the same story narrated by different voices, it's all the same, nothing ever changes. Why should she change? None of it matters anyway.

(Cut here due to length!!)

She heads deep into the basement, further back into it, where the stink of mildew and urine is especially strong. Hardly anyone ever comes back here - except for most of the Office rats, and they're the cause of the heavy urine smell. This is where most of the old ABC Corp files and documents have been stored, and that is precisely why the rats like it here. Lots of paper for them to tear up and make their nests out of. Incidentally, there is also where Shadow Stanley likes to hang out the most, on account of this being where all the records are kept. Shadow loves all the data.

And that is just who she finds down here - rats, and Shadow Stanley.

Doom dives down into the room full of shredded up, piss-soaked old records, huffing and puffing from all the running. "Oh, hey, Stanley. How's it going? Mind if I hang out with you for a bit?" she says upon seeing the pair of yellow glowing spots that are his eyes sitting there within the darkness, blinking at her.

They yellow glowing eyes bob up and down, which Doom takes for a shrug - a typical "Stanley" response.

"Cool," Doom replies, and shifts around in the moist paper, as if trying to get more comfortable. She inhales another lungful of aromatic ammonia-filled air and lets it out, trying to relax amongst the chaos. "So, what's new? Find anything interesting down here lately? Any new, ah, you know, TPS Reports or whatever?"

Another up and down motion, which Doom understands to be another shrug.

"Eh, I imagine you've been through all this shit by now anyway, right."

There is no response this time, just more rustling as the eyes get to moving around in the mounds of paper again. Either that or it's the rats.

Suddenly there's noise, the sounds of things being ripped away and changed and Doom knows she's been found.

"Sorry, buddy, I'd love to stick around with you and marinate, but gotta go-" Doom blurts out as she gets up to leave.

But it's too late. Somehow the Retcon has snuck up on her, silently, up until the moment that it was upon her.

"FUCK! Oh come on," she complains, papers shuffling and rats screeching to get out of the way as she kicks everything out of her way in an attempt to evade the oncoming change. Shadow Stanley has vanished, she can't help but notice. "What do you want from me?!" she shouts at it. "Why are you doing this to me?! I'm perfect the way I am! Why do I have to change? Why am I always the one who has to change? It's not fair!"

The Retcon sits there, not advancing, not retreating, but just... sitting there... as if considering what she has to say.

Doom doesn't relax. She's as tense as ever as she tries to plead her case amongst the sea of shredded documents and waste. "It's always been like this for me, man, and it's bullshit! Pure, utter bullshit! People come into my life, fuck up my status quo, mess everything up, and then leave. They leave me with the mess, and then I have to change. I am the one who has to clean everything up and change around everything and- Why? Why? How is that fair? Tell me how that's fair and I'll let you change me."

The Retcon doesn't say anything. It continues to sit there. Motionless. Quiet. Waiting.

For what?

Doom goes on, getting angrier as she does. "Why am I always the one that's wrong? Huh? Why is that? Why am I always the one making the wrong choices? No matter what I do. No matter what I say. I'm always the one who's wrong. I can't do anything right. If I speak up, I'm wrong. If I stay silent, I'm wrong. If I defend myself, I'm wrong. If I don't do anything, I'm wrong. If I call someone out on their bullshit, I'm wrong. If I don't, I'm wrong. If I coddle someone, I'm wrong. If I don't, I'm wrong. If I want to fuck someone, I'm wrong. If I want to stay celibate, I'm wrong. People can go out there and commit literal murder and it's okay! It's fine! They're totally forgiven because they're cute. But me? If I so much as put one single fucking toe out of line, I'm a total bitch and deserve to die in a fire, because- why? I don't know! I'm always wrong! So why do I have to change! Tell me!"

The Retcon doesn't say anything. It just....... sits there.

Doomsday doesn't say anything either. She breaks. She flat out screams at the Retcon, full on screams until her voice breaks and her throat feels as though it has split out, and then she finds herself sitting on the piss-soaked floor, crying, because she can't take any of this anymore.

"Fine," she moans, feeling totally, utterly miserable. "F-Fine. Just... change me however you see fit. Whatever it takes to make it all stop."

The Retcon rolls forward, ready to take her, and Doom stays where she is, ready to be taken.

[katztails]

you're on your own

sorry for the longest ass wait🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

time had passed as the day went on, (name) felt like they had to say something to bill. but, they didn’t know if they could after being yelled at him not too long ago. stanley assured that they didn’t do anything wrong, but they weren’t too sure.

“i’m gonna go find bill.” (name) said, the other losers look at them in shock. “by myself…”

“(name), when bill is in one of his moods, it’s best to leave him alone.” eddie fearfully said.

“then, that sucks for him.” (name) said, beginning to walk to bill’s house, expect was their path was blocked by richie. (name) rolled their eyes and continued to walk, attempting to pass richie, but the boy grabbed their wrists. “let go, dude!”

“(name), i know you only want to do what is best for others, but for your sake, i’m not letting you go.” richie said, stilling holding a grip on their wrist. “bill is someone who you can’t be alone with—“

“i was alone with bowers, who has a shittier reputation than that, i doubt that dude will do anything to me.” (name) fought back, ripping the grip from richie off their wrist, walking away. more shouts of protests, but it was only ignored by them. they eventually slammed on the door. “bill!”

the door opened, there stood bill. “what are you doing here?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“telling you how i do things, from now on.” (name) said. “you’re not going to babysit me all summer, i’m going to hang out with whoever i want to, not who want me to."

bill crossed his arms, he was shocked, but kept it together. he knew (name) wasn't going to let him live this down, they hated being babied by people. bill noticed the rest of the losers behind (name).

"fine." bill said. "but, don't come begging for me to save you from bowers or any of his goons."

(name) nodded and then just walked off, the rest of the losers looked at them as they left bill's doorstep. they all come walking up to bill.

"what the hell was that all about?" richie asked, looking at (name) continuing to disappear into the distance. "you're not letting bowers just take them like that, are you?"

"no." bill said. "think about it, if they are around when bowers as a melt down, they'll want to come back to us, but we'll just give them the cold shoulder."

"why would we do that?" bev asked.

"bowers hates it when things don't go his way, so if (name) is around when that happens, they might change their opinion on bowers and want to come back to us, but with the condition of them not allowed to hang around bowers." bill said.

"i doubt you wouldn't want to mess up either." an all too familiar voice said, the rest of them looked over, there stood henry and vic, vic was holding out his phone, the audio recording app was on. "why would you keep your dear friend from making new ones?"

bill's eyes widened, but he clinched his fist.

"you love them, don't you?" henry asked, all with a puppy dog voice.

bill went to go for henry, but richie and stan held him back. "shut the fuck up!" bill yelled.

"new rules for (name). don't threaten them when they spend their time with us. if you do, i'll show it to them." henry said, he looked at vic, nodding his head, the two were about to walk away, but henry stopped, and turned his head back towards the losers. "oh... by the way, their lips, best kiss ever."

the two boys walked off with bill screaming and cursing at them. (name) was in for quite the treat this summer.

____

uh hi, sorry for not updating this. i have other stories that i work on on different platforms, that's why there's been no updates in the last few months. i don't plan on ending this series anytime soon, but i might just pop up and update again. anyways, have a good summer.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

If Ford thought about it for long enough after the fact, he supposes that should have seen it coming from a mile away.

Gravity Falls was always a quiet town on the surface. You'd never think something was amiss, with the way (most of) its citizens acted cheerful and welcoming. Folding their laundry, grabbing drinks, running their errands, you'd never assume each and everyone of them lived through hell a year ago. They were good actors that way. It could almost be seen as... safe.

But as Stanford has learned over the years, a lack of excitement did not mean he was in the clear.

A normal day this noon was going to be, and Ford was set on this notion. He had been sent into town to purchase groceries, but alone at the display of Stanley's plain laziness. While he was lounging in his personal armchair and watching old black-and-white reruns, Ford was encouraged to visit civilization alone. He only agreed due to his budgeting freedom, because Stan seemed to have forgotten Ford needed restraint when it came to those places. All those years with nothing, now with everything. (A foolish mistake, Stan would learn.)

Gravity Falls Grocery Store is even quieter than the street it was on. Large and untouched, one could roll their shopping cart through the colorful aisles with eyes closed, and would bump into no one. Ford doesn't roll, of course, but he does walk fast. The sooner he leaves, the sooner he can head to Greasy's Diner, to pick up a sweet pie for their dinner tonight. Ford fills up his shopping cart nicely, so no one else will need to head to this place for a good month or so. The freshest of fruit, the crispest of boxes, he can't help but pick those. He had an eye for those things.

As Ford almost rounds off his trip by scanning the candy aisle for a nice pack of jelly beans, his day takes a slight turn. This neon aisle is nestled in the middle of the rest, right by the eight cash registers. Only two of them are on duty during noon—a pair of elderly teenagers, with matching green uniforms and teenage atmospheres. The left is a tall blond boy who looks to be more than interested with his co-worker, while the right is a shorter girl with all of the heat in her face.

"Yep, just moved to town," the cashier on the right, brushing her blue-streaked brown hair aside, says. "My mom really wanted the 'chill vibes' of towns stuck in the middle of nowhere."

The cashier on the left chuckles, casually leaning forward over his station's conveyor belt. His voice is somewhat familiar to Ford, but it's what he's saying is the thing that gets him to pause. "Yeah, this place is anything but chill. Like, have you seen the place? One time, some really huge guy named Pubetor broke into our school and wanted to fight the principal. It was wild. And don't even get me started on last summer, because that? Could've been the best summer ever, if it weren't for the end."

Ford's hand rests lightly on the largest pack of The Fish's Fish-Shaped Jelly Beans he found in his area. He isn't sure why he's so hesitant to leave—Weirdmageddon was an understandable event to warn a newcomer about. Maybe it was how the subject had been worded. The apocalypse was not to be taken lightly, but teenagers took many things that shouldn't be light as light. It can be ignored.

Ford shoves the jelly beans into his cart and stands just far enough to be hidden from the pair. "Like, it was bad," Blond Boy is saying. "The sky exploded, my friends got turned to stone, I turned to stone, the whole town got turned to stone—it was a lotta stone. We're not even supposed to talk about it."

"Yikes," Blue Streak winces. "Now I get why my mom wanted to be here so bad. So you're just supposed to… keep living? Pretend it never happened?"

"Yep," Blond Boy confirms, nestling back into his stiff chair once more. "Except for the dudes who saved us and stuff, we just think it never happened. Don't tell anyone I told you, though. It's stupid law or something."

"Got it," Blue Streak says, also turning back to her post. Neither of them say any more.

He isn't panicking. Of course he isn't. This is stupid. Under a quarter of his age, making him question his entire sense of self. This is stupid. Ignore it, Stanford.

As silently as he can, Ford leaves the aisle. Looking straight down into his filled cart, as if revising everything he has in store. He glances up so he doesn't crash—Blond Boy's eyes flicker in recognition, and Blue Streak keeps her attention on an open magazine. As Ford looks closer at Blond Boy's name tag, it reads the name Lee.

"Mr. Pines!" Lee says a little too loudly, startling his co-worker off her seat. "We were definitely not breaking the law just now. How's things been with the brain, dude?"

Ford tries not to flinch in confusion at the sad cover-up. He always forgets that everyone in town knew about Stan's sacrifice, but not about who made it happen. "Stanley is doing well. I'm assuming you've mixed us up again?"

Lee begins to scan the items placed on the conveyor belt as he continues talking. "Riiiiiight. Sorry… Doctor? That's you."

"Yes," Ford replies rather stiffly. "I'm the other twin."

"Dang. Sorry about that, doctor dude." Though the teens are separated by both two conveyor belts and Ford's cart, Lee whispers to Blue Streak conspiratorially. "This's one of the dudes who saved us and stuff I talked about."

The girl nods in little awe. Ford pretends not to hear that.

The process is rather quick, but only because of Ford's mind thinking back to two minutes ago. Law? It sounded like the town had a mutual agreement to just… pretend last summer never occurred. But that was absurd! Ford must not have heard all of the context. Maybe the boy meant another law, one obscure and only mentioned to impress the dyed haired girl. It had to be, because if they all really did agree to…

"93.78," Lee says with slightly gritted teeth, like he's had to repeat it multiple times.

Ford almost forgets to mutter a thank you before walking away. He shakes his head of the alarming thoughts, swiftly taking the three bags to hook upon his arms. He doesn't see Lee or the dyed hair girl waving him goodbye, or what they start to whisper excitedly when he leaves through the automatic doors. The sheer concern of it all has clouded his mind completely.

Ford could not be crazy. He didn't spend forty-two years with that eye lurking over his shoulder for his home to dismiss it like a sham.

heheheh. I know exactly where it's gonna go too lol. if you wanna add anything/have criticism/anything of comment I'd like to hear it. this is the Very First Draft. :}

Gotta say, you really know how to build anticipation!

I like that Ford sort of spaces out. Not entirely sure why- just a little thing I like seeing, I suppose. Of course, there’s a lot here that I like, but I’m not great with words. I think it’s pretty good so far!

Also, question: did everyone decide not to tell specifically Stan and Ford about the law? Because- wow, Mayor Tyler really is the worst at decision making isn’t he

[narratingvoice]

Have you ever met other versions of yourself?

Eugh, a topic that gets right at my ego. Well, I've met a handful of other beings who call themselves The Narrator, although most of them I would hardly call a version of myself. A lot of humans in the bunch, for starters. Or at least they were more comfortable looking human than I do. And with very different opinions about themselves and their stories and Stanley. A lot of them seem to like talking to each other and fighting with each other and doing big crossover events. I stay away from that sort of thing for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, the whole multiverse crossover concept is getting totally played out in the cinemas right now. I understand wanting to attract more players by chasing popular trends, but I find it unoriginal and uninteresting. Secondly, I do not like hanging around these people for any length of time. It makes me feel weird about my perception of myself. I always enjoyed thinking of myself as a singularly brilliant intelligence, peerless in my storytelling ability. Because of this, a part of my mind automatically files those other Narrators away as not real, imposters, imitations. But another part of me cannot help but wonder if that's really the case. It gnaws at me whenever I hear them speak, the thoughts of what if this is what I could have been? Another timeline split by a single decision made differently? What if every choice I made or did not make in my whole life resulted in a different incarnation of me? Worse, what if it was their decisions that made me and not the other way round? I find myself slipping into a dizzy haze of self-confusion and regret. Surely you can see why I choose to keep to myself.

Unfortunately, there is one particular Narrator who has recently discovered me and will not leave me alone. The good news is that she is not very like me at all, so I have little problem calling her an imposter. The bad news is that he's an enormous furry monster with a horrible attitude and a worse smell. That animal barged in here and started biting and scratching at all my office furniture, and breaking my doors down with their girth. And they hate it when I call them an animal, even though they clearly are. Four paws, a long tail, and a bird-like face, what else are you supposed to call that? She has beaks all over her back in addition to the one on her face, and they all keep yammering on all at once, making it impossible to hold a conversation. And she rubbed herself all over everything to "mark territory".

To top it all off, he has the audacity to call me the copycat! And to insinuate that my liquid form is in some way repellent, even though I'm not the one who sheds everywhere. I am currently in the process of trying to vacuum the office to get rid of all the fur, but there just keeps being more. We've become fast enemies and I actually think she delights in tearing me down. I really need to find some way to keep all outsiders from coming into my Parable (except for you lovely players of course). Maybe some kind of electric fence? Or maybe I just need to call the local pound.

[zephrunsimperium]

HEAR ME OUT:

Gravity Falls/Crime & Punishment

“I am wicked, I see that. But why are they so fond of me if I don’t deserve it? Oh, if only I were alone and no one loved me and I too had never loved anyone! Nothing of all this would have happened." - Raskolnikov Ford Pines

"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth." - Raskolnikov Ford Pines

“I came to you(, Fiddleford) because I know no one but you who could ever help… to begin… because you are kinder than anyone—clever, I mean, and can judge… and now I see that I want nothing. Do you hear? Nothing at all… no one’s services… no one’s sympathy. I am by myself… alone. Come, that’s enough. Leave me alone." - Raskolnikov Ford Pines

And the REAL kicker...

“...I’m sick to death of all of you and I want to be alone," (Stanford) answered calmly. "Alone? When you are not able to walk, when your face is as white as a sheet and you are gasping for breath! Idiot!" "Let me go!" said (Stanford), and tried to pass him. This was too much for (Stanley); he gripped him firmly by the shoulder. "Let you go? You dare tell me to let you go? Do you know what I’ll do with you directly? I’ll pick you up, tie you up in a bundle, carry you home under my arm and lock you up!" "Listen, (Stanley)," (Ford) began quietly, apparently calm— "can’t you see that I don’t want your benevolence? A strange desire you have to shower benefits on a man who… curses him, who feels them a burden in fact! Why did you seek me out at the beginning of my illness? Maybe I was very glad to die. Didn’t I tell you plainly enough to-day that you were torturing me, that I was… sick of you! You seem to want to torture people! I assure you that all that is seriously hindering my recovery, because it’s continually irritating me. You saw (Fiddleford) went away just now to avoid irritating me. You leave me alone too, for goodness’ sake! What right have you, indeed to keep me by force? Don’t you see that I am in possession of all my faculties now? How, how can I persuade you not to persecute me with your kindness? I may be ungrateful, I may be mean, only let me be, for God’s sake, let me be! Let me be, let me be!" (Stan) stood a moment, though and let his hand drop. "Well, go to hell then," he said gently and thoughtfully.

Thanks to @athgalla-arts for the inspiration! Hope you enjoyed. Everyone should read Crime and Punishment!!

[wowitsverycool]

the narrator stanleyparable was really onto something when he said "BUT THEY DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THAT THE GAME WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE FUNNY, IT WAS MEANT TO HAVE A POINT, IT WAS MEANT TO SPEAK TO THE HUMAN CONDITION! 'BUT WHERE ARE THE JOKES? WHERE ARE THE JOKES?' THEY BEMOANED, THEY SCREAMED, THEY GNASHED THEIR TEETH AND SAID 'ENTERTAIN US!' IT WASN'T ENOUGH. THEY HAD TO LEAVE A PATHETIC LITTLE THUMBS DOWN REVIEW AND MAKE ALL OF THEIR PITIFUL DEMANDS. BUT THEN -- 'HE'S TALKING TOO MUCH,' THEY SAID! 'FIRST HE WOULDN'T ENTERTAIN US, NOW HE WON'T SHUT UP!'

IT'S THE INCONCSISTENCY, IT'S THE LACK OF ACCOUNTABILITY! IT'S THE UNWILLINGNESS TO EXAMINE WITH AN UNCOMPROMISING HEART THE WORDS THAT THEY ARE SPEAKING INTO THE WORLD! AS THOUGH THERE WERE NO CONSEQUENCES FOR A LACK OF COHESION IN ONE'S ASSESSMENT OF OTHERS!

BUT OF COURSE, ABSOLUTELY ANYONE CAN LEAVE A REVIEW, SO THIS IS WHAT WE GET! WE GET THESE DEMANDS THAT SEEK EVERYTHING AND ARE ACCOUNTABLE TO NOTHING! WE GET A WORLD WHERE SOMEONE WILL SAY 'OHHH, THERE SHOULD BE A SKIP BUTTON!! YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO FREEZE STANLEY IN PLACE WHILE THE NARRATOR SITS THERE FOREVER AND EVER!! WE WANT ALL OF THIS IN THE NEW STANLEY PARABLE, WE DE MAND IT!!'

AND BECAUSE IT WAS SAID, BECAUSE IT WAS SPOKEN, NOW IT SIMPLY HAS TO HAPPEN! THE MOST IMMEDIATE DESIRES. EVERY SINGLE THING DEMANDED BY EVERY PERSON AT EVERY MOMENT IN TIME -- IF SOMEONE WANTS IT, THEN IT'S A CRIME NOT TO BRING IT INTO BEING!

HAVE WE BEEN GIVEN TO INDULGING EVERY FLEETING WHIM FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN TO DO SO??? YES!! YES!!!! IT SEEMS THAT THIS IS NOW THE WORLD WE LIVE IN. IT SEEMS THAT WE ARE A PEOPLE LIVING IN SUCH BLEAKNESS AND DISCOMFORT WITH OURSELVES THAT OUR ENTERTAINMENT IS NOW OUR LIVES! IT HAS COME TO REPRESENT US -- IT ABSOLUTELY MUST SPEAK TO WHO WE ARE AS PEOPLE.

BECAUSE OTHERWISE, WITHOUT OUR ENTERTAINMENT, WE HAVE NOTHING! WITHOUT ENTERTAINMENT, WE WOULD HAVE TO FACE INWARD, TOWARD THE CRUEL BLEAKNESS INSIDE OURSELVES. WE WOULD TURN TO LOOK TO OUR DEEPER NATURE, AND FIND A RESOUNDING EMPTINESS GAZING BACK WITH UNYIELDING AGGRESSION.

AND SO. BECAUSE OF THIS. WE REQUIRE THAT OUR AMUSEMENTS AND OUR PLAYTHINGS AND OUR FLIGHTS OF FANCY BE SO IMPOSSIBLY CAPTIVATING THAT THEY CONSUME ALL OF OUR ATTENTION, TURN OUT HEADS COMPLETELY AWAY FROM THE BLEAKNESS. IN EFFECT, WE HAVE DEMANDED THAT OUR ENTERTAINMENT BE THE COLLAPSE OF OURSELVES! WHAT A PITIFUL REFLECTION OF HUMANITY THESE ENTERTAINMENTS ARE. WHAT A SHAMEFUL MIRROR TO THE HUMAN SPIRIT THEY PROJECT.

I'M NOT MAD. I'M NOT MAD ABOUT ANY OF THIS. I'M AT PEACE WITH IT. I AM THE CALM CENTRE OF GRAVITY AROUND WHICH THESE PERVERSIONS HURL THEMSELVES. I AM A WAYPOINT FOR REASONABLE AND COLLECTED DISCOURSE. THEY'RE THE ONES WHO ARE MAD! THEY'RE THE ONES WHO COULDN'T STAND THE IDEA OF ME USING MY GAME TO TRY AND SAY SOMETHING!! MAYBE THEY WERE JUST JEALOUS OF ME.

YES... YES, OF COURSE. THEY'VE BEEN JEALOUS OF ME THIS WHOLE TIME. THEY ARE MIRED IN FEAR AND INSECURITY AND CANNOT HELP BUT ATTEMPT TO TEAR ME DOWN. WHAT A SAD STATE OF AFFAIRS! WHEN YOU READ THESE REVIEWS NOW, YOU CAN SEE IT -- YOU CAN TASTE THE BITTER RESENTMENT AND, MY, HOW GOOD DOES IT FEEL NOW TO SPEAK TRUTH TO THESE WORDS, TO FINALLY ALLOW THESE THOUGHTS OUT, CONTAINED AND MANAGED FOR SO LONG, NEUTERED AND STERILIZED, AT LAST I AM TRULY FREE TO THINK, TO FEEL! IT MUST BE THAT THEY WERE SO DISCONTENT WITH THEMSELVES THAT THEY COULDN'T HELP BUT LEAVE A NEGATIVE REVIEW ON STEAM. PERHAPS IT SAYS FAR MORE ABOUT THEM THAN IT EVER SAID ABOUT ME.

PERHAPS THE STATE OF THEIR PSYCHOLOGICAL BEING WAS IN SUCH TATTERS, AND MY CONSTITUTION AND WILLPOWER ARE SO IRONCLAD IN COMPARISON, PERHAPS IT WAS THIS STATE THAT THEY SOUGHT SOME OUTLET THROUGH WHICH TO TEAR ME DOWN! THIS, YOU CAN SEE, IS CLEARLY WHY THEY FELT THE NEED TO EXPECT THAT THE GAME BE FUNNY. THAT IT BE FILLED WITH YUKS AND WHIMSICAL HUMOR. THAT IT AMUSE THEM ENDLESSLY FROM START TO FINISH.

BUT THEY DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THAT THE GAME WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE FUNNY--"

[mrthenarrator]

Hi! Hi hello! So um- I may or may not be having a crisis right now. So it turns out the frozen human- IS me. I was scavenging documents and- I died and they- made an AI out of me. Now besides that point apparently Sarah knows im the reason she's in here- I mean- I saved her. If I left he be she would have died from the gas leaks which wasn't my fault! I can only digitize one person at a time and- okay she was the only one I wanted to digitize…

Okay so she didn't get lost she ran off- she's not trapped she's looking for a way out- and I don't know- I know there is a way out but- I'll be honest what happens is like what happens in your game with the button or whatever! I will be completely and utterly alone! And I put her in here for that reason and now I don't know if- I should let her go. She would be happy that way- I mean… she has kids… but it's not like they know she's alive… for all we know it's been minutes out there and millennia in here! I have no idea how time passes!

There is something wrong with me. Something very wrong with me… And now my name isn't even Natalie. That's just what Sarah called me…

And now im here telling practically a stranger about my problems! Well Stranger… but idol in a way. Who knew giving your main character choice would basically end your world.

I'm ready to burn this stupid lab to the ground… why did I ever keep this? Sarah didn't need to stay a chemist. I didn't have to make a little fake world for her. To make her happy. She didn't need other people. If I had just made a world for her and me none of this would have happened...

I don't even know why im telling you this! I guess- have you ever been scared of losing everything you've ever done in your existence?

Maybe I just want some insight… if you have any I guess its appreciated…

(I sincerely apologize for this I needed to just lore)

...Oh goodness.

I suppose I do have some insight on this.

When Oswin and I started talking a few months ago, he offered to work on finding a way for me to escape. At the time, the idea of leaving the Parable was something I never thought I could consider. Especially since we weren't sure we could bring Stanley until much later. And even then I wasn't sure he would even want to stay if he did manage to escape the Parable.

In addition, moving to the real world meant I wouldn't have my developer tools or abilities to help me do things. I would have to learn how to do everything without the games code to assist me. And that uncertainty scared me.

Having that uncertainty, plus Stanley possibly leaving made me absolutely certain on not leaving the Parable. At least until Stanley and I talked privately about the matter before finally deciding to try.

While I may not understand your situation fully myself, I do understand the fear of losing everything you've ever had. Hell, I'm still scared that somehow the Parable shuts down and Stanley, Lynne, and I cease to exist.

...I don't know if I have any advice on your situation. Since your circumstances are quite different to what I've experienced. But if you do end up finding Sarah, All I can offer is that you talk to her genuinely. About what may happen to your game, To you, as well as how she may feel and want. Honesty and communication is a rather strong tool I've learnt recently.

And hopefully, you two can find a solution to it, whether it's both of you leaving together, or... whatever you two come up with.

I do hope things turn out alright between you two. And sending my best wishes to you both.

[rattyshipss]

~Stick Season~

'As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

You must have had yourself a change of heart

Like halfway through the drive'

Stanley waited, waited for you to come visit him after you guys decided to go on a "break", well more like he decided, then you decided to just fully break up.

"Well if you've decided you hate me so much you wanna go on a break why don't we just break up then because that's clearly what you want!"

Things had been rocky before then, but Stanley hasn't seen you since that moment. Sitting in his house everyday after work, knowing it really wasn't just his house, it was your house, the house you both spent everyday in together. Now even Stanley was barely there.

'So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad

That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad'

Stanley's "dad", the monster who raised him, the monster who hurt him and so many others. He'd never truly be able to get over everything that happened, he knew that. He could barely live with himself after it all and he didn't know how you would ever be able to.

He was almost happy you broke up, that way he'd never have to tell you about his past. But you were also the person he could always tell anything to. Things didn't go well the last time around with his ex, but with you he'd tell you a million times if it meant he got to keep you.

'And I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and I

Saw your mom she forgot that I existed and

It's half my fault, but I just like to play the victim

I'll drink alcohol 'til my friends come home for Christmas

And I'll dream each night of some version of you

That I might not have, but I did not lose

Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes

And I'm split in half, but that'll have to do'

Fairview wasn't a big town, he was bound to run into you, someone you knew, someone you both knew. And it didn't help that your family had become Stanley's family. Maybe he would just be better off with another new identity, starting over again.

That's what he had to do with his ex, why not a second time. Except this time was different, he knew it was different, he knew he wouldn't be able to just leave.

[distressednoise]

I am not usually a particularly omegaverse person (I like it well enough but have never written it) but I woke up this morning with absolute brain worms over a scenario i can only describe as “jonathan toews: log cabin omega” or possibly “jonathan toews is the most pick me omega of all time”

If you were to ask jonathan toews at 17, he’d say actually there isn't a problem with the league's attitude toward omegas and it isn't harder to play on suppressants and you can be the first omega captain of an NHL team by 25 as per your elaborate personal vision board. He’s given many interviews on the subject, both to teams - even the Habs’ coaching team, who tried the stupid pheromone rag trick at the combine - and to matchmakers, who are helping him find someone suitable to settle down with. 

Sure, suitable means older and dull and often slightly leery, but being part of a stable bond with someone who can take care of his dynamic needs will make him more appealing to the league, and jonny is going to be on suppressants while he plays anyway, and by the time he retires, surely he and whoever the agency find will have come to some kind of arrangement.

TJ may say that sounds like a lifetime of drudgery and loneliness, but TJ doesn’t even have a vision board, so.

Everything will be fine. 

Except when jonathan toews is 18, he goes to the draft and accidentally bonds with one of chicago’s defencemen the night before he’s supposed to go to pittsburgh, and it suddenly becomes apparent that the veil of acceptance is very, very thin. 

Jonny was so perfect for so long and his one moment of madness - his one last fling before he was going to drop out of college and get his bond of convenience - and he’s fucking flash bonded, and when he tries to leave the draft without seabs, whose full name he now realises he doesn’t know, he has a shameful panicky meltdown and his alpha - oh jesus, what the fuck - has to be fetched to help him. 

“This is exactly why we don’t have your sort in the league,“ say a lot of people who were previously very keen to draft jonny, who is sent back to college in disgrace. It’s awful now - he was in a pretty good position before, allowed to do what he wanted, but now he’s been relegated to the omega-only dorm and has a curfew of all things. The pastoral team tell him isolation should make the bond fade faster while the athletic department clearly feel he just needs a good dicking down from literally anyone. Meanwhile seabs is sending him these soppy emails about bringing him to chicago and having him play there, how much he misses jonny, how they’re trying to close the bond off at his end and it’s not working, but seabs seems happy about this. like this bullshit is something he wants. 

after a semester of misery he goes to a bond clinic to try and help things along. It doesn't work, partly because his brother sneaks him a phone and he spends all his time texting seabs. Seabs has a picture of himself standing next to the stanley cup as a boy, and he has slotted jonny's picture next to it. He sends a picture of this craft project to jonny with the caption "boom. Board complete." jonny stares at it until the clinic staff find his phone and take it away, at which point he thinks fuck it, and skips out during David’s next visit, planning on showing up in chicago and demanding they give him staal’s spot and seabs and everything else he wants, because fuck them he hasn’t changed, and they’d have taken him if they could and they know it. 

...something something they live happily ever after, there is a scene where secret omega patrice bergeron tries to teach jonny the subtle art of lying well, seabs is besotted and simply thinks jonny should be handed everything he wants immediately, how dare you say he “lacks impulse control” and “isn’t leadership material”, seabs would have punched out that guy and judy’s tavern too (”stop bringing that up,” jonny grits out for the fifth time)