Will quickly covers Ford's ears so as not to give away the secret.
Will: "Whenever he's stuck on a problem or formula or other research-related inquiry, I like to drop subtle hints about what the answer is. Here's an example: the other day Ford was searching high and low for a rare species of moth. Unfortunately, it's not common knowledge that it only comes out under a full moon. So instead of just telling him that, I waited until the next full moon and suggested this would be a perfect time to look for werewolf tracks. We go out, find the tracks, but we ALSO find the moths. Fordsy was so ecstatic."
Will removes his hands and sits back down next to Ford.
Ford: "My favorite place to take William on dates would be the woods around Gravity Falls and to Greasy's for their pancakes."
Will: "Stars, they have such good pancakes."
Ford: "And nothing's more romantic than an exciting anomaly hunt!"
Will and Ford hold hands and lean against each other while Stan delivers his answer.
Stan: "I, uh, guess I like listening to Fiddlesticks talk about his weird robots or whatever. 'S nice."
Stan folds his arms and pointedly does not make eye contact with anyone else.
Dipper: "Hey, you can't ask us to pick a favorite Grunkle."
Mabel: "Yeah!"
Will: "I'll give you each $20 to say it's me."
Mabel: "Ohhh-"
Dipper: "MABEL, NO."
Dipper swats Will's hand away.
Shermie: "I assume you're asking about the most expensive thing I've stolen? Hm... Hard to put a number on it, buuuut does a bus count? I technically stole that, but I dunno how much buses cost nowadays. Other than that, I've stolen quite a few hearts."
TW/CW: suicidal, overdoses, SA, my AU, abuse, manipulative, yandere(?), plot, isekai, reincarnation, Human trafficking(slightly in story of y/n), wrong words, and something idk
Description by the writer: I make this for uhh I don't know why write it. But, I wanted to make y/n as a "suffering character" and new story. Lily is my favorite character:3 she has the same as my personality and something shared with me. Yes, and English is my second language😭 I hope you can enjoy it(?) I try to best explain, if you don't mind me. My post by my 12-year-old kid who wrote the story of y/n, If i grow up, i hope i see this and happiness in my face(?). I wanna be a writer, but my parents want me to be a doctor.
AU: You are reincarnated as a forgotten and abandoned character at the same time. You are in the body of a woman with no role and no name. You're a 24-year-old woman with a beautiful and charming. have a role to die. But you try to do everything for survival, you met the life. It was rather heavy with extremely depressing.
You are a step/foster sister, you knowing you're not bloodline, you just adopted by your parents. Your real mother is selling you to the foster parents for money. You have a foster two brothers, Second elder brother is tsudere with a toxic relationship but loves you and older brother is yandere and creep siscon, he always manipulating others and you, once he touches your hair and said you are his. Your foster father is hated you and abuse you until you get traumatized. You accepted this marriage for the sake of yor family, your husband is hated you and not interested in you. whose family is falling down, had no intention of accepting you. Your older brother tell you to use your charming in your husband. You just do follow. You and him hate each other, and your family sucks as is per usual. Both of them get engaged to each other, and you falls in love with your husband the first time he visits your family's domain; but then gets abused when they finally live together, with your husband's aunt gas-lighting and manipulating your husband into hating you more.
You just lived every single day as though you was dead, waiting for the day that you and your husband get divorced… Then, one day, he suddenly lost his memories. To be more exact, only memories of you had been wiped clean from his mind.
And it seems like this amnesiac husband somehow fell in love with you…
“My dear… I’m really, really happy that you’re my wife.”
Who is this… this puppy-like man…?
Isn’t he the same man who bares his teeth at you every time he sees you?
“Once you remember everything, you’re going to regret it all. You’re being so nice to me like this…”
“No, I won’t. Not even a little bit.”
Haa. Seriously… He talks to you so sweetly now, but this will definitely turn into a shameful past that he’d come to regret later on. After he recovers his memories, you know for sure that you husband will finally push ahead with the divorce.
You should prepare for it in advance. A moment, you started a divorcing with him, and you has a plan for escaping with your best friend and runaway together.
At least, you traveling to nationals and arriving in Yokohama, Japan. You and your best friend got new life, you arriving in the apartment with your best. But, you can feels the someone watches you always.
You works as the owner of bakery and make a little farm in behind bakery. But in longer time, suddenly your best friend started to disappear even you finds your best friend. You call the police but no information about her while they investigate...
One day, you met your Second elder brother, he pinned you against the wall and them you two get argue, you use your skill calling "fake death""(you use it at all time most) You pretended to faint, but in reality, you almost died too. Suddenly, you get help by someone and awaken met the characters.. at the same time, you remember in previous life, you watched the Bungou Stray Dogs anime.
Her habit; Y/n have been through so much that she take sleeping pills that are highly toxic, just to sleep but don't care if they reduce her life span.
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(Uhh how I call.. I don't know how calling it😭 but relationship? Maybe)
Thinking about Dan Heng the first time Blade ever found him
It's been a while since he first left the Xianzhou but he's still young, still relatively inexperienced
He doesn't know what's happening yet, hasn't yet made it into a dark and twisted kind of routine
He’s woken up in the middle of the night to alarms blaring, runs out of his bunk to see what’s happening, and sees an implacable man with monstrous eyes, striding down the corridor with purpose and cutting down any guards or crew who try to get into his way. It’s a face he doesn’t recognize, yet is so sickeningly familiar.
The man looks up and locks eyes with his true target. His face twists into a bloodthirsty grin, and in the blink of an eye he lunges forward with his sword. Dan Heng just barely manages to summon Cloud-Piercer in time to deflect his first attack.
When she wakes, William is gone. As is Mulder, the space beside her cold and empty to the touch. She’s out of bed before she can think, ignoring the protests from her body, her gun cocked and ready between her hands.
Panic grips her, a heavy weight pulsating through her chest, dropping down into her stomach over and over again. Like tailing a suspect, time slows down, her eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. She listens to the tell-tale signs of feet shuffling across the flooring, peeps through the gap to catch sight of any movement in the shadows. She hears nothing.
Nothing but the faint sound of whispering, Mulder’s voice low and soothing.
Scully relaxes, panic abating. She places the gun on the dresser and pushes the bedroom door open, Mulder’s voice becoming audible.
“…Can you do that for me, Buddy?” he’s asking. “Will you take care of her while I’m gone?”
Gone? Scully freezes. The only place he is going is with them, why did it sound like he was saying otherwise?
Mulder sits on the couch, a blanket wrapped around him for warmth, knees drawn up towards his chest. Scully notes there’s a black shadow that sits between his thighs and chest.
“William,” he mutters, sounding out his name once more. “William, William, William.” His finger strokes the baby’s cheek. “Mine,” he says in awe. “You’re mine.”
Warmth runs through Scully, ridding her completely of any prior panic or worry she had felt before. William was gone from his crib but she needn’t have worried, he was safe here with Mulder.
She must have made a sound for William startles, a brief moan falling from his mouth, and Mulder’s head darts up. Their eyes connect across the room and Scully smiles apologetically for disturbing their moment.
“Come here,” says Mulder gently, a moment later and without a seconds thought she is going over to them.
“Sorry if I woke you,” he says when she sits.
Scully shakes her head, not quite sure what it was that actually woke her. Maybe it was just the absent presence of William in the room.
“Neither of us could sleep so I thought…” He shrugs, looking down at William.
However startled he might have been, he got over it quickly. His eyes shut, mouth slightly open, tiny specs of saliva falling from his mouth. Scully smiles at the sight.
“What were you saying to him before?”
She keeps her gaze on William, remembering what she had heard, knowing she had missed the beginning. Will you take care of her while I’m gone? She didn’t like what it implied.
“I, um…” She hears his stutters and her stomach clenches even more. Whatever he has to say, it isn’t good, like she suspected.
His hand touches her cheek, fingers soothing across the skin like he did earlier with William. The action makes her look up, imploring him.
“I don’t think it’s fair to drag William or you around the country with me,” he says. The air grows stale, his touch on her skin cold. What was he saying?
“He- you both- deserve be surrounded by family. I don’t have family anymore, it’ll be easier for me to disappear.”
Scully shakes her head, not wanting to hear it. “We’re your family, Mulder,” she states, looking down at William then back at him.
He smiles, reaching to grasp her hand. “Yes you are,” he agrees. She can still hear the awe laced in his voice. “And that’s why I’m telling you this. If anything where to happen to you or to Will while we were on the run, I couldn’t live with that, Dana, I couldn’t live with myself.” She can hear what he’s saying but she doesn’t want to believe it. She tries to feel angry over the decision instead, letting it build in her chest, preparing herself to lash out at him.
“I know you see reason Scully,” he’s saying and she shuts her eyes against his words because Yes! Yes, she does see reason. “Don’t let your hurt get in the way of that.”
Her fists clench as she turns away, feeling the tears start to well. Mulder reaches for her hand once more.
“I don’t want our last night to be spent with you hating me, Scully.”
She lets out a breath, her eyes reopening and looks down to William soundly asleep, unaware of the turmoil around him.
“This is why you couldn’t sleep?” she asks.
He nods. “Partly.” At her questioning look he explains. “I don’t want morning to come.”
It dawns on her then. He doesn’t want to leave and why would he want to? If they lived any other life, lived as any other people, this situation wouldn’t have presented itself. They could stay here, a happy family, safe in their home.
But they weren’t safe in their home. Mulder wasn’t safe in this home. His being here now was dangerous, to himself and to them. A man wandering alone was much more conspicuous than a man, a woman, and a baby. Mulder going alone would protect him and them.
If something were to happen to you or Will, I couldn’t live with that, I couldn’t live with myself.
He didn’t want to leave, but necessity forced him too, she knew that now.
Scully stands, wiping at her nose and eyes and reaching her arms out towards the bundle Mulder holds.
“I’m going to put him back to bed,” she says and Mulder nods, passing William to her.
He’s stretched out when she returns, his stare glued on the light from outside the windows. Dawn. Morning was near.
Scully climbs onto the couch, slides herself along his body, head coming to rest on his shoulder. His arms wrap around her, face falling into the top of her head. He’s warm, a furnace constantly turned on, and Scully finds herself succumbing to sleep but like Mulder, she too doesn’t want morning to come.
“When will I see you again?” she whispers into his shoulder.
“I’m not sure,” he replies honestly. “But I’ll try to keep in contact when I can, when it’s safe.” His hand absentmindedly trails up and down her arm and Scully struggles to keep the sleep away. “I won’t forget you, Dana.”
She snuggles into him, eyes closed, breathing in his scent. She won’t forget him, either.
“I’ll try to send you pictures of William growing up, I’ll tell him about you.” She won’t let William forget who Mulder is.
He presses a kiss to her temple, whispers, “Thank you.”
Mulder lets out a deep breath, and sleep is tickling her feet by this point, she’s ready to slip under.
“You should sleep Scully,” he says. “You need it.”
He wasn’t wrong, a harrowing birth such a William’s, her body needed to restore itself. Besides, she’ll be woken up in a few hours by an angry, hungry baby. Yet, there was one more thing she needed to tell him.
“Mulder.”
“Yes?”
“Please be here when I wake up.”
There’s a small hesitation but he squeezes her in his arms.
“I will be,” he promises.
Finally, she lets sleep pull her under, warm and content in Mulder's arms.
I’m working on another small fic for “Yellow Jack” but here’s a little something else I threw together. Starts where the final scene left off.
“You thought you were having a baby today.”
“Yeah, I did. I really did.” They held each other for several minutes, kissing occasionally, but mainly finding solace in the other’s presence. Eventually, Deeks pulled back enough to ask,
“What would you have done if you were pregnant?” It was a question that they both normally would avoid, but Kensi was glad Deeks hadn’t this time. They always danced around the hard subjects until it came to a crisis like this and they were forced to address it.
“I would have had a baby in about nine months,” she said simply.
“But you...” Kensi cut Deeks off, anticipating his next question.
“I know I said I wasn’t ready yet, but things change. If I was pregnant, I would have our baby.” He frowned, his expression slightly confused as he absentmindedly fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
“Does that mean you’ve changed your mind about trying?” Deeks asked quietly, watching her carefully.
“Maybe,” she said thoughtfully. “You know, I was worried today, but I was also a little excited.” Deeks’ eyebrows rose slightly and she smiled gently. It had a bit of a revelation to her too. “When I realized I was late this morning, I started freaking out a little bit. But once I calmed down some, I started thinking about how I was going to tell you...and I started feeling kind of excited.”
“Really?” Deeks asked, sounding surprised. She supposed it was surprising considering how distracted and worried she’d seemed by the time he’d seen her this morning.
“Really.” She bit her lip, debating telling him the next part and decided to take the plunge. “I even started imagining a little baby Deeks with your smile and hair, and of course, my looks. I even thought about buying some baby shoes for half a second so I could surprise you.”
“Baby, are you trying to make me cry?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse and Kensi realized his eyes were shiny with tears. She wiped them away with her thumb, feeling a familiar prick behind her own eyes. God, she was going to be a mess when she actually did get pregnant.
“What I’m saying is, I think I’m ready to talk about kids again. Even though it is terrifying and it will change everything, I’m ready.”
“Kensi, you don’t have to say this just because you think it’s what I want. I mean, it is what I want, but it should be what we both want,” he said, speaking more quickly than normal and Kensi could tell he was trying to temper his excitement.
She cupped her hand around the back of his neck and kissed him again, more firmly and thoroughly this time.
