A new offering to the fanfic gods! A fanart for the brilliant All of These Things, All of the Time by the incredible @lessons-from-moths ! A true delight to read and suffer over. Poor Stan goes through it and I wanna hug him and make it stop but I also crave more with every tear he sheds. Without further ado, I present to you: The Many Names of Stanley Pines
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I reaally love All of these thing, all of the time!
Thats it. I really love it.
Ahhhhh I'm giggling and kicking my feet so hard, I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! This is AMAZING the lights, the pendants, the outfit, the glowing rocks, the purple tablecloth!! It looks exactly how I imagine it omg. Mr. Mystery is in business: beware your heart, future, and wallet.
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He thinks if he was more logical, heâd probably create a burner email but there isnât time anymore. He has to do this. His hands shake as he connects the recorder to the wire connected to the USB. He uploads the file and as he hears the audio again he fights an urge to heave. Seeing the video footage attached makes it worse. Once the file uploads he saves it to attach it to an email. He attaches the word documents from the letters.
synopsis: when y/nâs sister is murdered, sheâs forced to evaluate everything that she thought she knew.
genre: mystery, witsec au
warnings: the reader is in a club (theyâre old enough to legally be there), murder, gore, imagery used to describe the reader tripping over and finding a dead body, probably incorrect portrayal of the witsec program, thereâs a mildly disturbing nightmare
rating: pg-17
authorâs note: this is part one of the walking on sunshine event! it focuses on summer beginnings. i was partnered with @dreamystuffersâ, and credits to them for the amazing moodboard! thank you @birbdaeâ and ryan for being my beta readers. seriously, thank you for filling in all the spaces where i wrote blah blahÂ
âI freaking hate Tzuyu.â
You groan, dropping your head in your hands. Sympathetically, the bartender slides a glass of water towards you, accepting the grunt that you emit afterwards as a sort of thank you. You pause in your wallowing to take a long sip of the icy liquid, feeling the pressure in your head lift slightly.
âRough night?â
The bartenderâs smooth, baritone voice carries over the loud sounds of the clubâs music, and you wince at his words.
âSomething like that.â
The bartender looks as though heâll say more, but heâs cut off by the sound of a high, feminine voice ordering another drink. Youâre grateful for the distraction, sliding a wad of bills over the counter and slipping off of the metal stool. You appreciate the kindness he has shown you, but you really need to start looking for your sister.
Slowly, you begin to weave through the throng of clubgoers, searching for anyone who moderately resembles your sister. You wince as an elbow connects with your stomach and bite back a curse when a heel stabs your toe. Still, there is no sign of your sister.
Pushing your way to the far side of the club, you lean against a wall, panting slightly, and pull out your phone. The LED at the top signals that nobody tried to call or text you while you were struggling to navigate a mob of drunk clubgoers, and a knot of worry tightens itself in your stomach. Itâs been over an hour since you last saw your sister. She left you at a booth with a few of your mutual acquaintances to go dance, and you havenât seen her since. Giving them an awkward smile, you had slid out of the booth to go sit at the bar. You were more polite to them because they were your sisterâs friends than anything, and you know you hadnât been imagining the awkwardness that had settled into the air once your sister had left.
You quickly swipe through your phone, silently praying that Tzuyu will answer and tell you she took a cab back to your shared apartment and she forgot to tell you, or that sheâs actually been in the bathroom constipated this entire time.
âHi, this is Tzuyu, Iâm busy right now, which is why I didnât pick upâŚâ
With a groan, you turn your phone off. Pushing yourself off the wall, you weave your way to the bathrooms, opting to begin your second search there. Unsurprisingly, the small metal stalls are empty. You cringe as your shoe sticks to an unknown substance, exiting the bathroom and mind racing about where Tzuyuâs whereabouts could be.
A cool breeze winds itself around you, tousling your hair gently and you freeze.
A breeze?
You turn away from the rest of the clubbers, following the hallway deeper into the building. The further you go, the darker it gets, and a second chill sets upon you, one unrelated to the cool breeze.
Heart pounding, you turn the corner and see a cracked doorway. The soft light of the night greets you, and you feel a spark of relief. Maybe her phone died and your sister went out this door to leave. You quickly hurry out the door, pushing it open and turning down the alleyway.
Youâve only gone a few paces, pulling out your phone to dial your sister again when your foot collides with something hard. Your arms flail as you attempt to right yourself, but you go down, your elbow colliding with something soft and your chin colliding with the hardness of the asphalt.
Letting out a groan, you try to push yourself up by pressing your hands against the ground on either side of you, but they slip. Something wet and sticky coats your hands, and confusion fills you as you blindly reach around you for your phone. Your fingers connect with the cold metal, and youâve scarcely turned on the device and activated the flashlight before youâre greeted with the mutilated body of your sister.
It takes you a second to register that the loud noise you hear is your own screaming.
You stare blankly ahead of you in shock.
Vaguely, you hear someone talking to you, but itâs like youâre underwater, all the sounds around you muffled. The image of your sister is frozen in your mind, your fingers trembling as you grip the blanket that someone wrapped around you tightly.
You think back to the last time you saw her, only a few hours ago, smiling and joyous and alive.
If she were here with you right now, she would have something comforting to say. Sheâd always been the more level of you too, somehow able to keep calm even in situations when youâve felt panicked. But sheâs not.
It should have been me, you think bitterly, rocking back and forth.
âMiss L/N.â
A hand settling on your arm causes you to jump and pull yourself out of your trance. Dumbly, you look at the hand, using it to trace your way up the unknown personâs wrist and arm until you can see their face. Concerned eyes stare back at you, and you force yourself to listen to what the unknown man is saying.
âIâm sorry to say this, but your clothes need to be bagged for evidence.â
You blink, unable to process the manâs words.Â
âMiss L/N, please. I know you want us to catch whoever did this to your sister, and weâre trying our best, but we need to bag your clothing as evidence.â
The mention of your sister clears the fog that has settled over you, and you nod. Weakly, you stand, following the man as he guides you to a restroom. He hands you a bag and a stack of clothes, instructing for you to change into the new set and bag the old clothes.
Robotically, you do as he tells you to until youâre changed into a sweater several sizes too big and a pair of jeans that cling to your legs tightly. You splash water on your face, staring at yourself hollowly in the mirror. You hardly recognize yourself, a foreign, hollow look in your eyes. Get it together, Y/N, you chide yourself. You can cry about this later. For Tzuyu.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, you turn, exiting the bathroom with the bag of your old clothes in your hands. As soon as you exit, several furtive glances are sent your way. You furrow your brows in confusion, and a new, unknown man hurries over to you.Â
âPlease follow me quickly, Miss L/N.â
âI donât understand.â
The man doesnât respond, hurrying you through the station and down a hallway until youâre stopped in front of a closed door. A plaque centered on the door reads âSergeant Park.â Not wasting the time to knock, the man pushes open the door, taking the bag from your hands and ushering you in.
âMiss L/N, Iâm so sorry about your loss.â
Hearing those words makes your throat tighten again, and you force your feelings down. You look around you, noting the awards adorning the walls around you. Two men stand inside the office, both wearing grim expressions. The one who spoke is seated behind the desk, and he stands, gesturing for you to take the free seat opposite him.
âThereâs something we need to talk to you about.â
âMy sister was a good person, she wasnât mixed up in anything â â You protest.
âThatâs not what this is about.â The man opposite you, Sergeant Park, you assume, holds up his hand. âTime is crucial here, so please just listen to what I have to tell you.â
You nod, throat clogging from fearful anticipation.
âThe Black Rose is the name of a powerful crime syndicate whoâve been running for the past few
decades. Weâve tried our best to stop them, but they have connections everywhere.â
âMy sister â â You spring to your feet.
âMiss L/N. Please.â
You sink back into the chair, cheeks burning and thoroughly chastised. Once youâre seated, Sergeant Park continues.
âWeâre not sure who all is involved with them, but what we do know is that they mark every kill, and they never kill without reason.â
Your thoughts race as you hear the unspoken words. âAnd my sister was marked,â you deadpan.
Sergeant Park nods grimly, and a hysterical laugh bubbles up within you. It dies instantly at the serious expression on Sergeant Parkâs face.
âThatâs ridiculous.â
Sergeant Park purses his lips, speaking slowly. âUntil we know for sure, we need you to go into witness protection. We promise that we wouldnât make you do this if we werenât sure that your life is at serious risk. Mr. Im?â
Sergeant Park gestures to the other person in the room, who you assume is Mr. Im. Until now, heâs been silent, and you almost forgot that heâs here. He gives you a gentle smile.
âPlease, call me Jaebum.â His tone is soothing, and you want to trust him. Still, you bite your lip, hesitant.
Sergeant Park speaks again. âMr. Im will protect you the entire duration of the program. I promise that youâre in good hands. You guys will leave tonight.â
Alarm bells ring in your head. âWait, tonight? I donât understand. I still have finals, and what about my life here â â
âMiss L/N.â Sergeant Park fixes you with a stern look. âI understand that things may seem intimidating right now, but I need you to do your best to do what we say. You could be a key role in this investigation, and Mr. Im is here to ensure that no harm comes to you. I know that this isnât ideal, but please just let us protect you.â
You look from Sergeant Park to Jaebum. The latter gives you a reassuring smile, and your head still reels from all of the events of the night, but you find yourself nodding.
âOkay,â you breathe. âOkay, what do I have to do?â
âYou keep twisting your bracelet.â
Jaebumâs voice pierces through your mindless thoughts and the dull monotony of the journey. You have been driving for the better part of the night, your thoughts still racing as you try to process everything. You look down at the bracelet Jaebum is talking about, and even though itâs dark you know what heâs talking about.
âMy sister gave it to me,â you say simply.
âIt must be pretty important to you, then,â he observes, eyes never straying once from the road.
âSomething like that,â you say, assuming thatâs the end of the conversation. Seconds later, Jaebum speaks again.
âLook, Y/N, I know that a lot has happened in one night â â
âPlease donât,â you whisper, voice cracking. You clear your throat, staring out the window at the dark shadows of the landscape. âDonât try to act like you understand how I feel. Twenty-four hours ago I was just a college student, and nowâŚâ
You swallow thickly, a lump forming itself in your throat.
âYou are still just a college student, Y/N.â
âYou know, arenât you supposed to be using my new name?â You force yourself to change the topic, looking at Jaebum out of the side of your eyes.
Jaebum coughs awkwardly. âWe arenât there yet, and I thought that using your real name would make you moreâŚcomfortable with me.â
You scoff, but donât speak. Awkward silence fills the car, interrupted only by the occasional sound of the night from outside your car window.
You remain like that for the rest of the ride. Everytime you think about saying something, you bury it, not wanting to show interest.
After a while, the road turns to dirt. The car bounces along the new road, and you canât help but feel even further isolated from your old life. Jaebum pulls down a narrow driveway, and then the car stops, bathing a small cottage in the carâs light. Jaebum turns off the carâs ignition, and as you open the carâs door, you can hear the soft sound of waves crashing. Sand crunches beneath your shoes as you take in the sights around you.
You hear the sound of the trunk close, and seconds later Jaebum rounds the car, duffel bags gripped in his hands.
âThis is it,â Jaebum says.
âI guess so,â you agree, exhaling nervously. You follow Jaebum up the cottageâs steps, hovering uncertaintly as he unlocks the front door. Following him inside, you squint against the bright yellow lights of the cottage.
Youâre standing in a small living room. To your left is the kitchen and what you assume is the dining room, and to the right is a hallway. Jaebum leads you down the hallway, setting one of the duffle bags in front of a plain, unassuming white door.
âThis is your room. Mine is right next to you.â Jaebum knocks goofily on the door in front of him, and you let out a short laugh.
âOkay.â
You grab your bag, pushing open the door to the room. You pause in the doorway, unsure. âGood night, Jaebum.â
A moment passes, and then you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, âGood night, Y/N.â
âTzuyu! Where are you?â
Youâre in a meadow, tall stalks of wheat reaching your shoulders. You frown, trying to remember how you got here, but you canât. Alarm bells ring in your head, and you push through the stalks, searching for your sister.
âTzuyu! Tzuyu! Where â are â you?â
Your voice is reflected back at you, distorted and garbled. Panic rises in you, bubbling hot like lava, and you begin to push through the stalks around you faster.
Finally, you stumble upon a clearing. A flock of birds takes flight, and your eyes scan the clearing, frantic. A body lies on the ground unmoving, and you run towards it. Deep in your gut you know who it is, but that doesnât stop the gasp that leaves you as you clearly identify the girl lying there.
Itâs Tzuyu.
The sight of her body makes you freeze, and before you can stop it you trip. When you regain your bearings, youâre back in the alley again. You blink, trying to orient yourself, and as you do Tzuyuâs hand shoots out, wrapping itself around your wrist. A scream gets choked in your throat as your sister sits up, smile stretching too wide for her face.
âWhy didnât you save me?â
âTzuyu, youâre hurting me,â you cry, trying to pry your sisterâs grasp from your wrist. She only holds on tighter, other hand shooting out and wrapping itself around your throat.
âWhy didnât you save me? Why didnât you SAVE ME?â
A scream tears its way out of your throat, and you shoot into a sitting position, clutching the comforter you had admired just hours earlier against you. Your breathing is ragged, and dimly you hear heavy footsteps. Seconds later, harsh light floods your room and you throw your hand against your forehead, shielding your eyes from the intrusion.
Jaebumâs eyes are wild as he takes in your room, the way youâre sitting up, clutching the comforter against you. His muscles relax as he ascertains that you are physically safe, eyes softening at the sight of you.
âAre you okay?â
You nod, embarrassment beginning to seep through your previous horror.
âIâm sorry, had a nightmare.â You force yourself to laugh, the sound an octave too high to be believable. âYou can just go back to your room, everything is fine.â
You swallow forcefully, staring down at the comforter and picking at a thread that has unwound itself from the careful stitching. Silently, you yell at Jaebum to leave. Youâre not sure how much longer you can stand being mortified, discomfort seeping into the air around you.
After a long pause, you hear the gentle click of your door close. You donât bother to look up, instead electing to close your eyes, sure that by the count of ten, heâll be gone.
Youâve just reached eight when you feel your bed dip, and strong arms wrapping themselves around you. You stiffen, eyes snapping open to glare at the offender.
âYou donât have to treat me like a baby, I told you that Iâm fine.â
âItâs okay to be weak you know.â
To your immense horror, you feel your eyes begin to well. You blink rapidly, trying to untangle yourself from Jaebumâs presence, but he holds on tightly. Before you can stop it, all of the emotions of the past twenty-four hours hit you, crashing against the gate that you had shoved them behind. The emotions you felt at your sisterâs death, the emotional burden of having to suddenly end your old life and going into hiding suddenly become too much, and before you can help it tears stream down your cheeks. You gasp as you struggle to breathe, everything suddenly just becoming too much.
Time goes by without either of you realizing it, and neither of you know how long you remain in that position, Jaebum patting your back lightly as your grief pours out of you. After a few sniffles and swipes across your eyes you let out a groan, pulling away and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes.
âGod, I canât believe I just did that.â
âItâs okay, everyone has to let go of emotions at some point.â Jaebum gives you a gentle smile. âYou should try to get some rest.â
âWill you stay with me?â Jaebumâs eyes widen, and you quickly scramble to backtrack. âI mean, you donât have to â I donât know what I was thinking â â
âOf course I will.â Jaebum cuts off your ramble, smiling brightly. âIâll just bring in a blanket from my room and sleep on the floor â â
âYou can share with me if you want. I don't mind; we both need a good night sleep, right?â You blurt quickly, panting slightly as you finish your question. Jaebum simply laughs, running a hand through his hair. He climbs onto the bed and lays on his side, patting the bed next to him. Shyly, you crawl next to him, laying down and trying not to think about the position youâre in too deeply.
Wrapped in the comfort of Jaebumâs warmth, you close your eyes, focusing on the gentle sounds of your breathing. A sense of tranquility washes over you, and you finally fall asleep.
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Hello Gravity Falls fandom. I arrive with an offering:
Stan Pines in the mid-70s, age 25, teaming up with the feds in a desperate act and becoming an informant for Rico's operation. After an extremely stressful 3 months of proving his loyalty and getting closer to Rico, he eventually gets ahold of an important logbook, and they pull him out and put him in the Witness Protection Program.
Witsec takes him away to a small town in Oregon named Gravity Falls, where they give him a new name and identity and set up a job working at the local bar, where he hears all the local gossip.
What's this about a reclusive mad scientist who lives up in the woods?
I just started a fic based on this idea! You can read it here! Or listen to the playlist here.
I humbly offer up the second-to-last chapter of my Gravity Falls witness protection AU, where Stan accidentally gets relocated to Gravity Falls at the same time as Ford lives there in the 1970s. Insert some grief, some soul searching, some healing, and some fun moments with our favorite anomalies!
In Chapter 19, Ford gets a visitor! Stan is less than enthused.
Read Chapter 19 here, or start from the beginning of "All of These Things, All of the Time."
Chapter 11 of All of These Things, All of the Time takes us through how to navigate (and mess up) difficult conversations. Someone let me at 'em. I need to knock Stan and Ford's heads together so badly.
Read the new chapter here, or start from the beginning.