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sp-newkidkris · 4 years ago

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Spook Park - All Mine - Chapter 2

Possession. The state of having, owning, or controlling something.

It had been a few days since Wendy and Bebe went to the library and hung out with Stan and Kenny. Wendy wanted to spend time with Stan again but he had to cancel since he was working on his science project. He only had a few weeks to get it done.

So instead, Wendy decided to walk around town with a different friend. Bebe had also been busy so she decided to spend time with Red. She wasn't up to anything.

"Glad to know I'm a last resort." Red teased.

"Come on! You know that's not true!" Wendy laughed and jokingly pushed Red.

Pretty soon, the two of them decided to take a break and were sitting on a bench in the park. They had planned to do something else but thought it would be better to relax on account they were doing a lot all week. During a conversation, Red's phone had gone off so she checked it.

"Heidi texted me!" Red perked up excited about the text.

"She texts you all the time. What's she up to?" Wendy leaned closer to glance at Red's phone.

Red tilted her phone away and leaned the other way on the bench. She lifted her foot and pushed Wendy with it causing laughter.

"First off, you know I like Heidi. And second, she texted asking what I was up to." Red smirked while responding to the text.

"So what're you doing? Inviting her to come hang out?" Wendy pushed Red's foot down.

Red nodded with a dumb grin on her face. If there's one thing Red wasn't afraid of, it was showing off perfectly how she was feeling. Especially if it involved someone she really liked.

***

They had decided to meet up with Heidi outside of a clothing store to maybe do some window shopping. After a few minutes the gorgon showed up and greeted the human girls with a smile.

"I'm glad I can tag along with you guys. But I only have a few hours based on the meal I fed my snakes to make them fall asleep." Heidi wiggled her shoulders and made her snakes bounce around a little.

"That's totally fine, Heidi." Red brightly smiled as Wendy nodded in agreement.

The three entered the store and began to look around. After a bit of wandering blindly they started looking at some skirts and dresses. Red most likely not going to buy anything from this section was just glancing over top towards the T-shirts instead. Wendy was looking at a darker purple colored dress with some yellow highlights until the three girls heard a voice from someone who worked there.

"Can I help you all with anything?"

Wendy began to turn to answer and came face to face with the girl from the library. Joslyn.

"Oh, no thanks. We're good." Red grabbed Wendy's shoulder causing her to wake up from a trance she was entering.

Wendy shook her head a little until she faced Joslyn again. She took a deep breath and branded her face with a fake smile.

"It's nice to see you again, Joslyn. I didn't know you worked here." Wendy tilted her head to the side trying to keep her smile and try not to look even slightly angry.

"What? Oh. Wendy, right? From the library?" Joslyn pointed and smiled trying to remember.

Wendy nodded. It had been a few days but this girl was already on Wendy's nerves. In her mind, Wendy was currently grabbing a nearby hanger and smacking Joslyn with it. But it wouldn't be a good idea to try anything here. Especially when a hanger wouldn't even fill a dent of the things that Wendy wanted to happen to her.

"You know each other?" Heidi came back around the corner she went around.

"Seems that way. Hey, Wendy. Me and Heidi are going to go look somewhere else. Let us know when you're done here." Red nodded at Heidi and then proceeded to push her down the aisle of clothing to another.

Wendy stood there continuing to stare at Joslyn. Picturing the ideas of injuring her in her mind.

"No means to offend or anything, but you're kind of staring." Joslyn placed a hand on one of her hips.

"Oh. Terribly sorry." Wendy shook her head leaving her fantasy again.

"While you're here, I was wondering if I could ask you something. You're friends with that Stan guy, right?" Joslyn pointed a finger at Wendy.

"I guess to an extent. Yes." Wendy put her hands together in front of her.

"Great. I was wondering if I could get his number from you. If you're as close a friend to him as I think you are you're bound to have his number." Joslyn pulled out her phone hopeful of getting yes as an answer.

"Oh. You want his number? Aren't you afraid that his girlfriend might find out?" Wendy tried her best to keep from snarling through her teeth.

"Like that would happen. Unless she's the type to snoop through her boyfriend's phone." Joslyn smirked with her eyes closed.

Fear didn't seem to be a mood this girl felt a lot. Especially for someone who lives in Grimwood. Wendy closed her eyes and thought over the sentence Joslyn had just said.

Sure, it could be fine because Stan's girlfriend wasn't the type to snoop through his phone. But witnessing it first hand would be a different story. Wendy debated bringing up she was Stan's girlfriend but decided against it. It would make an eventual threat all the more sweeter.

"I don't think it will be a good idea to give you his number but I could give you mine. Maybe we could become friends." Wendy held out her phone.

"I suppose. Then next time you hang out with Stan you could invite me along if it isn't too much trouble. I'd love to get closer to him. He's cute, right?" Joslyn looked at Wendy's phone and put her number into her own phone.

"Why, of course. That's a great idea, skank- Joslyn!" Wendy answered with a slip of the tongue before catching herself.

"What?" Joslyn looked up from her phone.

"I said it'd be a great idea to invite you along." Wendy said soon checking her phone because she felt a buzz in her palm.

She got a text from Stan asking to hang out. He had finished the work he was doing for the day. He mentioned the idea of hanging out with a few of his friends which she smiled to the idea of.

"Did someone text you?" Joslyn asked.

"Oh. Yeah. Stan did, actually. He wanted to hang out with a group of friends. You could tag along if you want." Wendy smiled as she quietly plotted.

"That sounds like fun. I'm almost done with work so text me where and I'll show up later." Joslyn smiled before heading off to continue working.

Wendy waved farewell and turned to go find Red and Heidi to tell them about meeting up with the others. Gaining trust is an important step in certain plans involving others.

***

Soon after leaving the store the girls met up with Stan and a few of the boys from Dark Meadows. Stan greeted his girl with a small kiss on the cheek. Wendy began to smile but soon lost it when one of the friends who tagged along started poking fun and laughing at them making the others a little uneasy.

"Cartman, dude. You don't have to be so rude." Clyde placed one of his hands on Cartman's shoulder.

"Jesus, Clyde! What did I say about touching me? You smell like rotting fish!" Cartman smacked Clyde's hand making him let go.

Wendy didn't much care for Cartman's rude comments but it didn't fully bother her. It had been a few days since she spent time with Stan. The six of them were sitting in the park on a blanket Cartman had brought. He also brought food but it was mostly for himself. It didn't matter though. No one was hungry.

Stan and Wendy had decided to go for a short walk around before coming back to the others so they could have some time alone. Wendy's phone buzzed and she noticed a text from Joslyn that she was done with work. Wendy texted back telling her to meet them in the park.

"We should head back. I invited a human friend along and they don't know about monsters." Wendy turned to Stan.

"Oh. Yeah. Ok, that's totally fine." Stan nodded and the two began to walk back to the others.

***

After explaining the situation to the others Cartman groaned.

"I knew this might happen. Here, Clyde. I brought scarves." Cartman pulled some yellow scarves out of his basket and tossed one at Clyde.

Cartman pulled on the scarf to cover his neck bolts, soon proceeding to take out an opaque concealer of his skin tone that was meant for covering scars. He took out the needed tools and began covering his stitches.

Clyde slipped his scarf on and then changed the colors of his fish scales to more of a human skin tone. Also slightly spacing out the position of his fins to look more like hair.

Stan pulled on his hat and the group was ready for when the human arrived.

***

A while after arriving, Wendy noticed Joslyn starting to get slightly close to Stan again who slightly inched away. Cartman, Clyde, Red and Heidi seemed to look a little awkward about the situation until someone spoke up.

"Hey, I'm a little bored. Does anyone maybe want to play ball? I made sure that Cartman brought one." Clyde broke the ice pulling a soccer ball out of Cartman's basket.

Stan and Red exchanged glances before agreeing to go play. The three got up and went a little bit away from the blanket as to not accidentally kick the ball too hard at them.

Watching the three kick the ball around changed Heidi's mind about it as she then decided to get up and go join in leaving Wendy, Cartman and Joslyn on the blanket.

"Stan's pretty good at sports." Joslyn put her hand by her chin watching Stan kick the ball around trying hard not to chase it.

"Yeah. Wendy would sure think so." Cartman joked as he took a bite out of a sandwich he brought.

Wendy proceeded to hit Cartman in the back of the head causing him to make a whining sound. He gave her a dirty look as she grabbed his arm and took him behind a nearby tree.

"What?!" Cartman yelled in irritation.

"Joslyn doesn't know I'm Stan's girlfriend and for the moment I want to keep it that way." Wendy hostily whispered grabbing Cartman by his jacket's collar.

Cartman didn't respond. He gently grasped Wendy's arms and stared directly at her clearing his throat.

"Wendy. If you don't let go of me, I'll dismember you so much worse than me that there will be no humanely way possible to stitch you back together and bring you back to life." Cartman intensely stared as he finished his threat.

"Give me those empty threats all you want. I know you're bluffing. Just don't say anything." Wendy let go of Cartman and the two walked back to the blanket.

"Is everything alright?" Joslyn looked at the two as they sat down.

"Oh, just wonderful. Joslyn, was it? My dear friend Wendy here was just telling me not to bring up anything personal about her. Like how she's jealous of you." Cartman clapped his hand together gently, soon after Wendy tugged on his arm.

"Jealous of me? Is that true? Why?" Joslyn laughed.

"No. No. I'm not." Wendy smiled and shook her head.

"Oh, my dear friend Wendy. Must you always lie? You told me yourself you're so jealous of how Joslyn looks. So much more attractive than you. Stan would totally want her over you." Cartman continued his act of gushing on the fake gossip he had forged out of the truth.

Wendy proceeded to pull on his arm again the two of them soon hearing a gentle snap. Cartman's eyes widened as he quickly changed his gaze to his arm. He glanced at Wendy who also had her eyes wide. He then looked back at Joslyn and placed a smile back on his face.

"Excuse us, but I must go talk to my dear friend Wendy in private again." Cartman tried to get up clutching to his arm that Wendy had been pulling on.

A ways away, Stan noticed Cartman clutching his arm and ran over. He has a slightly worried look on his face.

"Dude. Is your arm- uhh... Dislocated?" Stan glanced at Joslyn and soon back to Cartman.

"Uh. Yeah. Wendy's helping me though." Cartman looked at Stan and Joslyn before leaning to Wendy and angrily whispering, "You're the one who made my arm come loose, so you're fixing it. There's a needle and thread in my basket. You're lucky I'm prepared for these things, bitch."

Wendy motioned to Stan to distract Joslyn as she grabbed the needle and thread from Cartman's basket. The two proceeded back behind the tree as Stan sat down.

***

Wendy put the thread through the needle and proceeded to roll up Cartman's sleeve. She saw the loose stitches and got ready to restitch it before Cartman smacked her hand and took the needle. The look on his face was even more irritated than before.

"You've done enough. I can do this myself. Thank you." Cartman scoffed before proceeding to stitch his arm back on completely.

"I'm sorry. It's just I told you not to bring that up." Wendy crossed her and and leaned on the tree.

"Actually you said not to mention you were Stan's girlfriend. Not that you were jealous of her." Cartman pulled the thread tight on his arm sealing it back in place.

"Don't get all smartass with me right now. I'm still ticked off at you." Wendy closed her eyes in irritation.

She took a few breaths to try and calm herself until she heard Cartman snickering. Upon opening her eyes, she saw Cartman's attention wasn't on her. Instead he was looking at the other side of the tree where the blanket was. He then proceeded to look back at Wendy and had the smuggest grin between his fat cheeks. Confused about what he saw, Wendy turned and looked behind the tree where Cartman was looking as he cut the thread with his teeth and rolled his sleeve back down.

Upon going back around the tree, Wendy saw Joslyn once again rubbing up against Stan inches from touching his cheek with her hand. Everything around Wendy fell into slow motion and went dark as she stared in a slowly growing flame of rage.

***

Stan grabbed Joslyn's hand before contact struck and shook his head.

"Look. I should've said before. But..." Stan turned and cleared his throat.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked back at her.

"What? Like I said last time. Your girlfriend won't find out." Joslyn leaned back slightly catching herself with her hands planted on the ground.

"Actually... She already knows. Wendy's my girlfriend. I should've said back at the library." Stan stroked his hand through his hair and shrugged.

Joslyn sat there in disbelief. Wendy never mentioned anything at all. No one acted like it was a big deal. Sure, that Cartman guy was saying some strange stuff but now it wasn't so strange.

"I had no idea. She never mentioned anything. I should go... So sorry about that. Let her know." Joslyn started to get up off of the blanket.

"You should tell her yourself. Just not right now. It may not be the best time." Stan shrugged.

Joslyn slowly left as Cartman came back and say down beside Stan.

"So you said Wendy was your girlfriend?" Cartman smirked.

"Yeah. But I can't believe Wendy never brought it up." Stan looked over to where Clyde and the girls were still playing soccer.

Cartman started to chuckle as Stan turned to him giving him an annoyed look.

***

A burning pit of fire wouldn't even be enough torture. Something indirect would never get a point across. Something straight up in person would be more pleasing. Wendy stood there visioning all of the rotten things that she could do to Joslyn for what she'd seen. Mercy wasn't an option. Not even since the beginning. This boy she was advancing on was already owned. Wendy could feel her chest hollow out into a black pit. Hatred burned a hole straight through her chest. Being rational and talking it out never existed as an option. She wanted blood to be spilled. She wanted throats to be slit. She wanted Joslyn dead.

Feeling a hand appear on her shoulder made Wendy scream.

"Whoa! Wendy! I'm sorry. It's just I've been trying to get your attention for a minute or two. You've been standing here since you and Cartman went behind the tree to fix his arm. Are you OK?" Stan appeared in front of Wendy with a really concerned look.

"Yes. I'm fine. No worries. I didn't see you." Wendy shook her head trying to get it back together.

"Didn't see me? I was right in front of you." Stan took his hand off her shoulder.

"I zoned out. Sorry I didn't notice." Wendy shook her head again.

"It's cool. I'm just worried about you. You're not jealous of Joslyn, are you?" Stan put his hands in his pockets.

"Of course not. That would be silly." Wendy huffed.

It felt like Stan didn't fully trust her. She could tell from his movements. He looked down and placed a hand on the back of his neck. Afterwards he looked back at her.

"Anyways, the sun is probably going to set soon. Red, Heidi and Clyde already left. I'm about to head off too. Want to come with?" Stan looked up at the sky.

Wendy thought it over, but shook her head. She needed some time to herself right now.

"No. Go on with out me. I need to think for a second. Oh, before I lose you though. How's yours and Kenny's project going." Wendy regained her thoughts and clicked her heels together.

"I think it's going fine. We thought of an idea that having a model heart could help us with our explanations. It's just taking a while to make one." Stan shrugged his shoulders while glancing around.

Stan gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye and headed off. Wendy remained still, beginning to float into a sea of clouds. Knowing Stan preferred her to any other girl filled her with love. Enough to fill another person until they exploded covering all nearby ground with their blood. Wendy closed her eyes and let a smile invade her face. She was walking on water.

Soon in her visions, she noticed Joslyn. At first Wendy's smile faded. Until she noticed something else. Right in her range able to be grabbed. She leaned forward and picked up the object. It reflected the light in different ways depending on how she held it. Running her finger across the edge formed the slightest of pains. Removing her finger, she noticed a cut. Blood slowly dripping out. Wendy looked over to where she saw Joslyn, who remained there.

Wendy looked back down at the blade in her hand. A knife. To be more exact, a santoku knife. Perfect for chopping, dicing and mincing ingredients. Wendy began to walk forward. Unable to feel her own heartbeat. Instead, she heard Joslyn's. She hated that. She wanted it to stop. She wanted Joslyn to stop. To stop and never start again. Dead.

"Wendy." Someone called her name, pulling her out of her trance.

She blinked her eyes and saw Cartman still sitting there. He had this look on his face. A scheming look. A look of evil. A look that said, "let me help you."

#south park #spook park #south park au #sp ghoul school au #wendy testaburger #red mcarthur #heidi turner #Clyde Donovan #eric cartman #stan marsh

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the-princess-atta · 4 years ago

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Fairy Lights || Attendy

Summary: This honestly took place in like September but it’s alright its cool its going well and we post things at a normal time. First dates with Attendy.

@flippin--corduroy

WENDY

It was a pretty nice summer night out. Breeze came in off the lake and everything seemed like a normal Friday night in Swynlake. People were out on dates and looking all coupled up and well, Wendy Corduroy found herself in the same boat as all of those people.

Wendy had a date with a fairy. Like a really cute fairy. A cute fairy who liked woodworking and trees and nature and was just as excited as she was about it all. To be honest, Wendy played it off like dates were totally normal and cool by her. She went on plenty, and even more hookups usually happened at places like Pixie’s. But deep down she was very much not ice cold, she was pretty nervous. And on top of that she’d never went on a date with someone like Atta before (at least not that she knew of and definitely not personality wise either) and Wendy had set herself up to introduce her to a lot of ‘clumsy’ firsts.

But you wouldn’t really be able to tell all of that if you looked at her. Wendy stood there outside Chippamunka, looking a bit more dressed up than usual. Her jeans didn’t have quite as many rips in them and her button down plaid shirt had zero wrinkles in it. She wore boots that were definitely not meant for the workshop. And you know, she even put like a little bit of mascara and eyeliner on just because you know, you gotta highlight the assets and everything. She tucked her hands in her pockets and looked around for the familiar smiley fairy sight that was Atta.

As she spotted the girl, her grin widened and she just gave a wave, before the fairy got close enough for her to give her a bit of a friendly hug, “Hey! Wow, you look like super pretty.” She motioned behind herself to the restaurant, “I reserved us a table inside so you get the whole restaurant experience.”

ATTA:

Atta meant what she said: she did not know the first thing about going on a date.

It wasn’t just a pixie thing, unfortunately. What she had purposefully not mentioned was the reason for her undating-- a once great and rare destiny to become the queen of a Hollow, which unfortunately left little time or space for the pleasures and anxieties of romance. It wasn’t exactly forbidden...not in any of the history books. Many queens and kings did enter into promises in the last stretch of their lives after they gave up their duties. But Atta’s days used to be schedules from one flit to the next, and that schedule took her far away from the world of the other fairies her own age. It never bothered her much, to be honest. She grew up with a certain set of expectations. And whatever free time she did have, Atta much preferred to use having adventures with Dot or bothering Flik down in the tinker tunnels.

But Swynlake was a brand new life and a brand new Atta and that Atta had no grand destiny, so maybe she said yes to a date with Wendy just because she could. It was not the only reason, but it was a very, very big reason. She collapsed back against her cot with her phone pressed over her heart and looked up at the ceiling in wonder. “I’m going on a date,” she said out loud, to hear it and imagine it taking shape in front of her, something solid she could hold in her hands. She read over her texts again and repeated herself, a smile growing on her lips. “I’m going on a date.”

No idea what it meant. No idea what it was like! But here she was anyway, after fussing with her various pixie and clumsy clothes and coming up with a kind of hybrid: her one pair of clumsy jeans, her favourite tinker ankle boots with the pretty bells, and a soft green halter appropriate for these warm summer months. She braided a loose crown around her head and didn’t dare look at her reflection or else she knew she’d fuss with all the pieces and get too self-conscious and just cancel this whole thing. She headed straight for the location instead, trying to outrun her second-guessing (Atta was prone to second-guessing).

When she saw Wendy, her cheeks ripened like strawberries. “Really? Oh, frost, that’s-- very responsible of you. You ehm, you look nice too. I like your shirt, it’s very--stripey.”

Stripey. Atta touched one of her eartips self-consciously. “I mean! We don’t have patterns like that in the Hollow.”

WENDY

The redhead just grinned a bit at being called responsible. She did count herself as fairly responsible. She had her own apartment (with Dipper) and school and work and she had time to plan dates with pretty fairies too. Plus, she guessed having three younger crazy brothers and dealing with a Dad who was a little out of touch with reality kind of made her a bit responsible earlier on.

“You guys don’t have plaid? Wow, that’s like a clumsy staple. We should look into getting you some stripey plaid, it comes in all kinds of colors. And I’m positive it would look great on you.” She opened the door to the restaurant and held it open for Atta, “Right this way to your first restaurant experience.”

They walked through Chippamunka, the smell of spinach in the air as Wendy led them over to their small table by the window in a diner booth. “So, here’s the deal, you can either go with what you think looks dope on the menu.” She held the piece of plastic coated paper up, “Or, you can ask our waiter what their favorite dishes are and that just kind of makes the whole thing easier if you’ve never been to a place before.”

She felt like a tour guide, honestly this whole restaurant thing was kind of weird sounding when you said it all outloud to another person. “Also do you like, eat meat or are fairies like vegetarians? Because they have plenty of options for whatever.”

ATTA:

Now this part, Atta could do.

That was nothing to brag about. The basics of going to a restaurant simply mirrored going to many of the different food stands and restaurants in the Hollow. There was of course the main kitchens, which many of the kitchen-talents worked in. They prepared food and laid it out buffet-style for fairies to take as much as they pleased (but of course, not too much). But there were a few other little restaurants, usually with different hours than the main meal times. Some were quite casual, meant for a flutter-by and to take the food back home to eat in privacy. But others, a fairy could sit down and enjoy being waited on by the serving-talents.

She didn’t know how to say all this to Wendy, because she didn’t want to come across as rude or make Wendy feel embarrassed. She was right, anyway, to assume that clumsy restaurants were quite different from fairy ones. They probably were--in all kinds of little ways that Atta hadn’t noticed yet.

“Most fairies are vegetarian, though winter fairies usually eat fish. It’s an important part of our diet,” explained Atta first. She reached forward to fiddle with the silverware, unrolling it from the napkin. “It’s different from culture to culture too, I’ve learned. There’s a fairy in my Hollow whose originally from Korea, and they eat more meat and fish as well. I personally don’t eat much though.”

She looked down at the menu. “My, this is...a lot of options.” She blinked. “How do they prepare all of this?”

WENDY

Wendy nodded and stored that information in her little fairy file she was compiling in her brain. She was learning a whole lot just from talking to Atta and texting her every now and then about the case. (Well, and the odd like meme and reference). “So like, was ice fishing big where you’re from then? Because I mean, you guys basically lived in snow like all the time, right?”

She ran a hand through her hair and leaned back a bit with a smile at Atta’s question, “Lots of storage space and practice, I’d guess. Have everything like at the ready to go. And Kronk is like one of the best chef’s in town. Super dedicated. I’ve talked to him a couple times he’s a real nice dude.”

She smiled at the waiter who brought them their water glasses. He looked like some college freshman in his first job. “Hey there.” He briefly gave them a spiel about the catch of the day and their specials before asking them if they wanted anything else to drink aside from the water.

“Nah, water is good for me.” She smiled over at the waiter and then Atta, “ I think we’re definitely gonna get the spinach puffs to start though. No idea on anything else, Kronk’s always got so much working at the same time so I think we’re gonna need a minute or two. Like honestly, Chippamunka probably has the biggest menu in Swynlake.”

ATTA:

Atta liked listening to Wendy talk.

She had never been especially chatty herself. She left that to the chipmunks and to her constituents, for a royal-talent should above all else listen first. She learned to save her words and polish them...though she waited too long and polished too cleanly, which led to this terrible habit of being caught off-guard when asked an opinion out of nowhere. Then she’d stutter and uhm and ah and er. Wendy didn’t stutter. She also didn’t talk prettily, but that was part of the reason Atta liked listening to her so much. She said things in a funny way-- and secretly Atta’s heart fluttered in interest at these words, such as her fondness for “like” and also “dope” and now “dude.”

She nodded along then as Wendy conversed with their ‘dope’ dude waiter. “Water for me as well, thank you,” she added before looking back at the menu as the waiter moved away.

And then her curiosity got the best of her.

Atta leaned forward. “May I ask a question? A little while ago you said, um-- dope? What’s that mean?” she asked eagerly.

She could add it to her collection of new words.

WENDY

The redhead just watched as the waiter went off and took their drink orders before smiling back at Atta. God, she was just so pretty wasn’t she? Just like the perfect cute face and her hair was golden like a bunch of sunflower petals.

Wendy nodded as she asked the question and then just kind of chuckled, one because she didn’t even think about things when she said them and two, because Atta looked like a eager beaver waiting to gnaw through a log and make its home.

“Oh dope? Well…” She scrunched her brows up a bit, trying to not use another slang word to describe it. Like she couldn’t say dope meant like cool or sweet because those meant other things too. She then remembered something from their texts and perked up, “Oh! You know how like, I think one time you said flitterific? Or something like that? It’s like that. It means great but like a little more than that you know?”

She scratched her head a bit, “Wow, I’m trying to think about all the times I said slang words at you and didn’t even realize it. My bad. But hey, just like think of me as your personal clumsy slang translator. Like a clumsy-ary? A dictionclumsy?” She let out a laugh, bit bashful at her terrible attempts. “Well, you know what I mean.”

ATTA:

Great, but a little more than that.

Atta’s mouth opened as the understanding washed right over her. Great, but a little more than that-- like you, Atta thought, but didn’t say. Those two words jumped to the tip of her tongue but before they could fall out, ungraceful and silly and very un-royal-like of her, Wendy was laughing and talking again in her usual Wendy-way. Atta’s lips pressed back together. She’d keep it to herself, though later on, maybe she’d write ‘dope’ in her journal and ‘Wendy’ right beside. How easy that word would be to remember, with such a lovely example right in front of her.

Atta nodded. “I do, though you shouldn’t feel badly because obviously I said fairy slang right back at you and didn’t realize it. So that makes me your--dictionfairy.” Atta punned with a little shoulder shimmy. “I think it’s fun anyway, learning new words. Or new things in general. It was all overwhelming at first, but now I look forward to what I’ll learn in a day. It’s--dope,” Atta tried out the word. “Did I use that right?”

WENDY

Just looked at Atta with the biggest grin on her face, honestly, this was definitely one of the better dates she’d been on and this was just getting started. I mean, they’d barely ordered an appetizer.

Speaking of--

As Wendy laughed in reply to the dictionfiary comment because that was a good one, really. A+ on the pun scale and the + was really for the shoulder shimmy which made the lighting of the restaurant catch the contours of Atta’s face and lips and made her hair and eyes shine just that much more, their waiter came back with their spinach puffs and Wendy’s stomach already felt like it was going to engulf itself with how good they smelled, she leaned over around the arms setting the plate down to reply, “Yeah, for sure. Excellent usage.”

The waiter then interrupted and asked what they’d like to get for their main course, Wendy had to take her focus off of Atta and look up at the guy, “Oh, sure, I’ll get the bacon grilled cheese. I know it’s like the main thing everyone gets but who doesn’t like bacon, cheese and bread.” She then added as an aside, looking to Atta a bit sheepishly, “I mean, unless you’re like vegetarian which is totally cool.”

ATTA:

Yes, Atta was a vegetarian-- well, a pescaterian. Fish was a massive part of winter fairies’ diet as it was good protein that kept them warm. Still, she’d never had bacon before. Part of her was tempted to try it if only because Atta quite liked trying new things. But then she thought way too much about it and her stomach curled at the thought, and she better not after all.

“I am, but I’ll take this comment as one of cultural importance to clumsies,” said Atta, really only half-teasing. “Cheese, bread, and bacon, an important part of your diet. I think my equivalent would...well, mostly be bread. I love bread.”

The clumsy waiter cleared his throat.

“Oh! I forgot you were there,” said Atta, then blushed because she said that out loud. “I mean, um-- I’ll just-- do the stuffed pepper, thank you.”

The waiter gathered their menus and left. Instantly, Atta scrunched her face as she watched him go. “Oh. I was enjoying reading that.”

WENDY

Wendy chuckled, “I mean you’re not wrong. You’d definitely find like plenty of other people who would agree with me. Of course, unless they’re like lactose intolerant or gluten intolerant or like a vegan/vegetarian.” She leaned forward and whispered as an aside with a teasing grin, “I couldn’t imagine being any of those.”

“I mean, you cannot go wrong with bread. What’s your favorite? Do fairies have like magically baked bread? Is there like a traditional fairyloaf? Is it like nutbread?” She squinted a bit, wondering about it herself before continuing, “Also, fun thing about phones is that you can totally look at menus online and stuff so you can enjoy reading all the different restaurants in Swynlake and take your pick and not be like rushed when you get here to read the whole menu.”

It didn’t take too long for their waiter to return with the spinach puffs and she just sat up a bit and smiled a warm and charming smile before she said, “Could we like keep a menu at the table? Just in case we feel like ordering like dessert or another appetizer or something.” She was handed back a menu before the waiter walked off to check on another table, “Thanks much, dude.”

She turned back to Atta, looking at her over the steam of the spinach puffs, “Your reading material, m’lady, should you want it and get totally bored of my company.” She was teasing and just slid the menu along the side of the table to her before motioning for her to grab a spinach puff, “After you. First pick always goes to the cutest one at the table.”

ATTA:

Atta laughed as Wendy peppered her with bread-related questions, her eyes crinkling up. She liked that about Wendy-- she was quite forward, the opposite of Atta, and she never seemed to be bothered or embarrassed by anything. At this, that’s how she came across. Maybe she was spinning herself in circles on the inside, the way that Atta was doing--

Well, she wasn’t, actually. Not right now. Right now she was relaxed, her eyes bright, happy to be in this very strange place with all the new things to poke at and question. It didn’t make her nervous, not here. If she made a fool of herself (and she was certain she was), Wendy would only laugh with her.

She reached for the spinach puff. “We don’t magically bake our bread by the way. It’s done very similarly to the way that clumsies do it-- with kneading and proofing and all that. I think the difference is very subtle. Kitchen-talents never use clocks for anything, you know, they simply know exactly when the bread is ready to go into the oven, and then when it’s ready to come out again. That’s the best part of a talent. The way it comes so naturally, like-- like taking a breath or fluttering your wings--”

She took a bite out of the spinach puff and her eyes widened. “Mmm, this is great!”

She instantly grabbed two more and put them on her small plate.

WENDY

Wendy did internally feel a bit nervous whenever she made forward advances. But there was a thrill in it. An adventure in not knowing how it would land (and a bit anxiety as well, if she was honest, she wasn’t immune to anxious feelings despite her cool exterior) or what the person might do or say next.

The redhead’s attention was on all of the information Atta was saying, but also very focused on the way her eyes smiled as she spoke about baking talents and the way she held up a spinach puff to her lips before taking a bite.

Wendy could only laugh and grin happily at Atta’s reaction before joining in the meal herself.

And so that’s how the evening went. The two of them at Chippamunka’s enjoying food and each other’s company while picking each other’s brains on their different cultures.

Wendy paid their bill and they walked out of the restaurant into the brisk air of the night, heading over towards Oaken’s so Wendy could show off her case. “I’m glad we got to do this.” She grinned over at the smaller girl, hands tucking into her pockets. “Happy that you yelled at me the first time we met.”

ATTA:

Atta had never known how a date would go. She had plenty of data, of course. She listened to other fairies talk about their courtships and supported them with smiles and with questions. She liked hearing about such things because she liked to imagine how things would be like, though she knew that it wasn’t meant for her-- and that was alright. She never felt compelled into romance. She never fell for anyone. She was loved by the people who mattered most, her sister, her parents, Flik, her King--

But in this new life, the question of love existed behind a door, just cracked open. Maybe she wanted it only because of that curiosity. Maybe that was half of the reason she said yes.

But now she was here on this date and-- she was glad that she’d said yes. She felt like a different person next to Wendy Corduroy. And she liked that person. She thought that person could be happy.

And so her heart was beating rather quickly as they faced each other, Atta wondering what came next (but knowing...knowing because she’d heard the stories, but didn’t know, didn’t know if her story would go the same way…)

“I didn’t mean to yell at you!” Atta exclaimed now and laughed a bit shyly, red in the face again. “I don’t think it was a -- a yell persay anyway. You’ll know when I yell, trust me.” She was rambling a bit, because of those nerves. “I get a bit puffed up like a hedgehog. My hair gets crazy too. I was simply-- I was reprimanding. I’m very good at that. Being a big sister and all…”

WENDY

The redhead had like an inkling of this date probably going well. It wasn’t that Wendy didn’t have a good time on dates, because usually she could make a good time out of anything, it was just the question of whether or not that good time would be as like friends or as like seal this date with a kiss kind of good time.

And boy did Wendy want to kiss Atta. Really, half of what her brain had been focusing on was what Atta spoke and then the other half was about how Atta spoke. The ways she talked and her accent inflected with the curve of a lip or tongue. It was a good thing she had food to keep her busy in her moments or she’d just gawk at the fairy.

Wendy just grinned at her, “I hope I’ll never have to find out.” She gave a bit of a wink as she jingled the key to Oaken’s she’d borrowed in her pocket as they got to the storefront. “At least not in that it would be directed at me. You might be a really cute hedgehog when your fury is directed towards someone else.”

They made it up to Oaken’s (it was a pretty short walk from the restaurant) and she quickly unlocked the door and let them in, flipping one light switch on just so they could get to the back. Afterall, she didn’t want people to start coming up and thinking that they were open while Wendy was showing Atta around.

It was so quiet in the shop. No people. Just the smells of different woods around them, like being in a forest at night. “So, this is Oaken’s at night. Very rare sight for most people, but sometimes if I have a pretty big project I’ll spend a few hours at night trying to put some things in order. Oh, and like, gifts to friends. I’ve spent a couple evenings after hours working on your log case.” She was almost a bit bashful about it, it was like really admitting she had feelings or something enough to spend extra time to get something done off the clock.

ATTA:

Atta knew that dates could end with kisses.

She didn’t think that was where this was going to go. In fact, Atta was lost in the date now-- no more thinking about all the shoulds or what ifs or the stories from her friends. It was like she was back in the forest when she first met Wendy, and a silly little conversation about the rules of cutting (or not cutting) trees had become this whole long-winded back-and-forth of names and personal details. Thinking back on the meeting always made Atta laugh. She’d told Dot about it while giggling and blushing, though Dot hadn’t been as amused. But that was what Wendy did for Atta-- she made her laugh. She made her interested in things. She made her ask questions and see the clumsy world as something beautifully odd, instead of scary or dangerous.

No where was more beautifully odd than Wendy’s workshoppe either. She’d already been here once of course. When Atta stepped in now, she took a deep breath, nostrils tickled with all that fresh sawdust. It was night, of course, and the big space chilled easily, but something about the way wood smelled always made Atta feel warm.

Or maybe it was just the bright lights that Wendy flicked on.

Or maybe it was Wendy grinning at her.

Whatever it was, Atta wandered in, let herself move slow and let her eyes linger on the workshoppe, now transformed in its quiet and solitude. She could take her time after all. She had nowhere to be.

“That sounds a lot like me,” commented Atta quietly and she wandered up to Wendy’s side. She looked up and smiled. “I love working in the Tinker workshoppe at night, too. Though I don’t actually do much tinkering...I write out lists. Usually for what I’ll do the next day.” Atta’s eyes dropped. Her hand skimmed over the surface of the table she was standing in front of. “I know that sounds absurdly boring-- my sister, she always calls me boring. But I dunno, it makes me excited to wake up and get started.”

WENDY

The redhead just stood there and watched Atta take in the workshoppe all over again. Normally, because she was working with tools and saws and all kind of dangerous things, she’d have all the lights on so really it was kind of a reflex that she’d turned them on and not left them like romanctically in the dark or something. The whole thing was kind of a hazard if you were trying to set a mood in here. But that’s what she had her other lights for, she’d get to those.

“Well, you know, I wouldn’t be anything without planning. Measure twice, cut once and all of that ya know?” She reached over for the notebook on the drafting table and pulled it out to show it off to Atta, getting even closer to her to flip through the pages. Schematics and numbers and drawings of wood pieces with the sketch of the case she’d made. There were lists too, of different hardware pieces she needed to order. “You kinda can’t totally wing a piece of furniture. I mean, that’s why I whittle when I need to chill out, that’s just shaping wood, it’s not building or anything. It’s just carving away any which way your hands want to take you.”

She glanced at Atta from looking at her notebook, eyes connecting with hers. And as much as she wanted to kiss her right now, it was not the correct moment, she still had things to do. “So, I’m gonna ask that you close your eyes for just a little bit. Gift giving is a total surprise after all.”

She meandered her way back towards the storage area where she kept pieces that had been nearly finished and almost ready to put out into the store and tugged the cloth she kept over it to make sure she didn’t scratch or get saw dust all over it. She lifted it up, it wasn’t too heavy, she had kind of designed it that way, but it was still big enough to hold the log so it wasn’t exactly the easiest piece to carry, especially with its doors and drawers.

She set the piece down gently in front of Atta and reached over to shut the lights off again, but this time, she leaned down and plugged in the strings of twinkling lights she’d hung around the workshoppe so she’d still be able to see the case but it’d be more like magical.

She looked at the case and smiled at her handiwork, fairly proud of it. Just as she’d said she would make it. It was one solid medium sized piece with a glass door on it and shelves that could be removed so that a stand of some sort could be placed inside it to hold the log. It was made of oak wood that she’d gotten from the forest here (It had a drawer on the bottom as well, just because she couldn’t forsake all functionality and make it just a display case). Oak meant strength and knowledge, things she felt would be good to surround Atta’s white fir with. To protect it with. There were little patterns of leaves and flowers carved into the top surface of it as well, ones Atta had mentioned to her in their texts.

She tucked her hands into her pockets and just stood a bit away from the case, grinning a bit sheepishly, “Okay, you can look now.”

ATTA:

Oh, yes. Closing her eyes.

She did not know why she immediately got nervous. There was no reason for it here. In this shoppe, Atta felt...not just safe but-- closer to home than she had in many weeks. She loved the tinker workshoppe in the Hollow of course, but she knew that she did not belong there. She couldn’t get lost in any of the tiny projects, for there was always a voice in the back of her mind that told Atta she was going to get found out, that she should never have lied, that she was doing everything, all this tinkering, all wrong, just as she’d done her royalty duties all wrong…

But here, she was just Atta. Wendy knew nothing of talents. She did not look at Atta and see all the things that she wasn’t. Atta hoped that Wendy looked at her and saw…

Well, she didn’t know, actually, what she wanted Wendy to think of her. She just wanted Wendy to think of her at all. And that was why she was nervous.

And so as she closed her eyes, she couldn’t help but listen-- to strain her ears for every shuffle of Wendy’s feet, the creaking of doors, anything. She heard as Wendy went away and as she came back again. And she felt her when she was close...as if Wendy really was a wind, a gentle one, fluttering through Atta’s hair.

“Okay you can look now.”

Atta opened her eyes at once.

She didn’t see the case first. The warm hanging lights caught her attention first. Her mouth opened, and she looked around at them. “They’re fairy lights!” she exclaimed in her surprise-- but of course they weren’t. They did not float on their own, but rather hung in strings. “Oh, or not, I thought....”

And then her eyes dropped to what she actually should be looking at and her breath caught in her throat.

She did not say anything at first. Instead, Atta reached out and her hand hovered around the corners, where there were beautifully carved embellishments. She took another step toward it, but still did not dare to touch it, as if it was made out of something fragile. But she knew that it was oak; of course she knew. And so she knew that it was a strong wood that would protect her fir no matter the weather.

She looked up at Wendy, tiny tears shining in her eyes that reflected the lights. “It’s so beautiful,” she whispered. She didn’t know why she whispered when no one else was here but…

This entire night felt like a secret. She wanted to hold it close and share it with no one.

“Thank you,” she said. “Every time I see it, I’ll think of you.”

WENDY

The redhead chuckled a bit as she commented on the lights, looking up at them and scratching her head a bit, “Well, I guess they’re fairy lights for non-fairies. Kind of the best we’ve got.”

Wendy watched as Atta took in the case, her eyes tracing along what the woodworker had spent hours sanding and carving and staining, nurturing the case from a very heavy slab of oak wood to a piece just enough for the girl next to her.

Atta didn’t really say anything at first to Wendy filled in the space sort of talking half to herself really because Atta was more focused on the piece in front of her as Wendy’s heart like hammered into her rib cage, “Yeah, I mean I know it’s a bit big now that I’m kind of looking at you standing next to it and I’ll probably have to deliver it out to like the edge of the forest. I don’t know if I’m like allowed to do deliveries or anything to the Hollow itself, but maybe that Sled guy who’s helped you at the shoppe that you’ve talked about can help you move it into your place--”

And then Atta spoke and Wendy shut up immediately, biting on her lip and a sheepish sort of grin appearing on her face, “I, um, well, I’m glad you like it.” She didn’t know why the whisper of the words made her heart feel a weird pain or why it sent a kind of chill through her.

She shrugged one shoulder, “I wanted to make something that was strong, but not something that was rough or hard or bulky. Something that would protect but wouldn’t suffocate it. It wasn’t something that I wanted to stand out over the fir either, because the whole point is to show it off. So I figured the oak would do the trick.”

Wendy didn’t really get nervous when she was flirting with someone. It was a game at that point. But this wasn’t a game. There wasn’t a score to keep track of and no one was counting points. Wendy hadn’t done this to earn anything but the smile and, well she guessed, the small tears in Atta’s eyes.

Wendy stepped forward, a small smile on her face as she stood next to Atta, “I just hope you don’t cry every time you think of me.” It was a small joke, but the air between them wasn’t diffused by the humor because the minute Wendy stepped closer, she didn’t want to move away and she wouldn’t. Her hand moved to take Atta’s, squeezing it gently. Her hands seemed so small compared to hers, not as rough or anything like that, her eyes looked down into glistening ones, “You know, if you’re thinking about giving me a case back. I don’t really need one. I think about you plenty without one.”

And then Wendy leaned down and pressed her lips to Atta’s.

ATTA:

Wendy stepped closer.

Wendy took her hand.

And Atta felt-- that she was big and small all at once, both the tree and the flower upon its branch. She had never felt such things before. She was born important, born with a magic so rare that to realize its true beauty one must wait a lifetime to see it flourish. Because of that, she’d always been small to herself, just a seedling, and a shy one. As the princess of the Orkney Hollow, she felt she would never grow. She would stay this tiny thing forever.

But Wendy looked at her like she’d already bloomed.

“Oh,” she murmured, her cheeks blushing, her eyes shining. Her hand clenched a little in Wendy’s and she nearly pulled away as Wendy leaned down--

I shouldn’t, she thought, but didn’t move.

Why shouldn’t she? Why hide herself anymore? Here, she could be herself.

And so Wendy kissed her.

It was Atta’s first kiss. She didn’t really know what to do with it, this strange press of lips, wet and warm against her own. She’d read of great romances and heard stories from her friends, and so she could describe a kiss in perfect, accurate detail. But describing a kiss as if it were a thing to study was not the same thing as experiencing it. All those stories washed away. Oh, she thought again, her eyes wide open so she could see Wendy’s face against her own and count her eyelashes, if she wanted.

This whole time, you know, she had thought of Wendy like a tree-- tall, strong, steady, beautiful. Up close, her eyelashes were the softest things about her. They made Atta wonder about the rest of Wendy. What had she missed, standing just a metre away, that she could now see with fresh eyes up close?

And what could she see if she closed her eyes?

Atta did then. They fluttered closed and she pressed back against Wendy. Her hand went to one of Wendy’s arms. Their lips fluttered against each other, gently, like butterfly wings. It was a simple, soft kiss and it ended in a few seconds. But when it did, Atta thought she would love to do that again.

She was blushing bright red, absolutely. “Was that okay?” she blurted, very embarrassingly. “I’ve never done that before.”

WENDY

The kiss was good. It wasn’t by any means the most passionate kiss Wendy had been part of. It wasn’t full of want. It was just nice and sort of made Wendy feel a little floaty like she’d grown her own pair of fairy wings by kissing Atta.

It was so soft that Wendy wanted to do it again almost immediately but at Atta’s words she realized that she had to handle this a little more delicately than the last few she’d had. She honestly hadn’t expected this to be Atta’s first, but she was glad she’d gone to all this effort to make it sort of special without really knowing it. She looked at Atta, a small smile on her face as she tucked Atta’s hair behind her ears while looking down at her, her arm tingling where Atta’s hand pressed up against the fabric of her long sleeves.

She was fucking cute when she was all red wasn’t she?

“Yeah, it was good.” Wendy murmured out, hand slipping along the small of Atta’s back. The truth was that Wendy liked the idea of being Atta’s first kiss. And her second and third and whatever beyond that that this could develop into. “I’ll, uh, let you in on a little tip. It gets even better the more you do it.” The corner of her mouth turned up a bit in a smirk as she leaned down and pressed another soft kiss to Atta’s lips, dragging the kiss out slowly, letting their lips move against each other with the only sound of their breaths in between the parting of their mouths. Her hand cupped Atta’s cheek with a very light touch before her fingers found themselves in blonde tresses during the kiss.

As they parted again, Wendy’s grin only widened as her eyes opened once more, “See? You’ll be an expert in no time. Captain of kissing talents.”

#attendy #para #i think girls r the best and this whole thing was heart fluttering

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A Little Lumberjane Christmas - A Gravity Falls Christmas Story/Poem (Re-post)

Hey, all! @ddp456 here, and due to the season, I wanted to re-share one of my favorite creations to spread some holiday cheer. I changed the format a bit, hopefully making it a bit more readable on Tumblr than the original versions here and here. Again, happy holidays, and please enjoy!

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Written by @ddp456 Illustrations by @codylabs Based on an idea by Wolf90

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It was Christmas Eve and time to deck the halls, in the podunk town called Gravity Falls. Weirdmageddon had pass, its horrors thankfully gone, bringing peace back to the sleepy state of Oregon.

Its natural weirdness seemed to had taken a pause, as the whole town awaited the arrival of ol' Santa Claus. Stockings were hung and trees were dressed really bright. From a distance, the whole town looked like a giant Christmas light.

Families were brought together, and friends would come and unite, proving enough Christmas cheer can make anything right. But one unfortunate soul didn't see things that way. She sat on a rooftop, watching nightfall rise up from the passing day. Who was this person, seemingly unaffected by Christmas joy? Why, it's the Lumberjack Princess, Wendy Corduroy!

Wendy hidden herself away at the top of the Mystery Shack, as the brutal winter winds blew away at her back. She didn't mind the cold, save for the tips of her boot-covered toes, and the feeling of frost nipping away at her stubby little nose. Wendy wanted a safe place to brood and mope and think, as she sipped from a thermos of hot cocoa, her favorite winter drink.

She had gotten out of her dad's apocalypse training by lying about work. She avoided Soos's Mystery Shack staff party by saying it wasn't her quirk. The rest of the town was swept away in the Christmas action, as McGucket threw a huge celebration in what was once the Northwest Mansion. Her friends Tambry, Lee, Nate, and Thompson begged her to come. Wendy refused. "No thanks. It sounds kinda dumb."

Even the Pines twins made their own attempt. An offered trip to Piedmont, California only added to Wendy's contempt. Wendy turned down their invitation, hoping Mabel and Dipper wouldn't shed a tear. "Sorry, guys. Maybe we'll see next year."

All Wendy wanted was to be left alone with her pain. Why did the world make it feel like she was insane? To her loved ones, she didn't want to seem like a grouch, but because of all the lies she told, Wendy couldn't even go back to her own couch.

Wendy's wandering mind instantly came to a halt, as she could hear crushed snow beneath a heavy foot fault. She sprang into action, her ninja-like moves were so slick. Wendy couldn't believe her eyes, "Holy crap! It's St. Nick!"

Santa Claus stood before Wendy in all his glory. The red outfit and fuzzy beard definitely matched the often-heard stories. Despite her older age, Wendy didn't doubt her own eyes. After all, this was Gravity Falls, where the weirdos loved to hide!

Wendy asked, "Santa, no offense, but what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be posing on soda cans with a cute polar bear? Don't you have, like, a zillion presents to give out today? I won't bother you. You can be on your way!"

Santa laughed. "You need not worry. My deeds with get their well due. But tonight, dearest Wendy, I've come to speak with you. It makes Santa sad to see you so blue. Your Christmas spirit I intend to renew. So, come join me this night. Give me a chance to help make things right. By Christmas Morn, I make this promise so true, your outlook on Christmas will gain a new view."

"Thanks for the invite, Santa." Wendy scoffed at the plan so bland. She sat back down in the snow, "But, yeah, a hard pass from me, my man."

With her back turned, Wendy was definitely out of range, to see "Jolly ol' St. Nick" undergo a sudden change. His famous smile faded into a frown turned amiss, as his opened, gloved hands turned into enraged fists.

"Young lady," Santa said without as much as raising his voice. "I'm afraid you don't understand. I'm not giving you a choice."

"WHA – "

Before she knew it, Wendy was tackled to the ground, She punched, scratched, and kicked, but in the end, was helplessly bound. Left in a hogtie, Wendy could only look around, the identity of her attackers made her let out a disgusted sound. "The gnomes from the woods?! This can't be right! Why are you bugging me on Christmas Eve night? And what's the deal with the elf uniforms? What's your beef? I thought you reformed?"

Jeff the gnome stepped up, since the other gnomes weren't very social. "Sorry, kid. It's just business. I swear this isn't personal. We gnomes need extra scratch for these long winter seasons, and the big man likes to outsource. Need there be a better reason?"

"HO HO HO! Well done, my boys!" Santa heaved with huge amounts of joy. "Please place Miss Corduroy in my big sack of toys! For a job well done, expect a little extra in your checks. Consider it a gracious extension of my respect."

The gnomes cheered as they started to drag Wendy away. Their redheaded captive did everything she could to stay. She pulled and tugged and screamed with all of her might, but the ropes holding her were simply way too tight.

"You can't do this to me!" Wendy yelled. "I have rights! What's the matter, Santa? Too scared to fight your own fights? You know against me, you'd have no such luck! For the last time, let me go, ya fat fu – MMPH!"

The angry ginger's potty mouth was hurting the simple gnomes' brains, so they decided to gag her with a candy cane. From her lips, Wendy couldn't get the sticky treat to waver. The only positive in all this was that it was mint-flavored.

They tossed Wendy into the oversized bag, usually filled with cheer. She let out a muffled cry, landing hard on her derriere. The sack's top was then tied off, robbing Wendy of all light, as Santa and prisoner sailed away well into the night.

Hours felt like seconds until the sack's top was undone. Wendy sprang up from the bag. This was her chance to run! Her ropes and candy cane gag had disappeared. The road in front of her had been perfectly cleared. Before Wendy could take one step, a sturdy hand clamped onto her shoulder. She turned to find Santa, about two seconds away from scolding her.

"Welcome, Wendy," he greeted, "to my humble abode. I wouldn't bother fleeing, for there's nowhere to go. We're at the North Pole, far away from civilization. This is my workshop. Call it my own private nation. Your cell phone won't work. All internet access is password-protected. My best advice is for you to do what you're directed. Now, join me, won't you? The next room is pretty fine. I really want you to see my toy assembly line."

Wendy sighed. There wasn't anything she could do. What if Santa's words were absolutely true? The best course of action was to play along with the part, and trick the geezer that she had a change of heart. The two walked down and across a large loading bay while Santa's nine reindeer happily ate their servings of hay.

Santa led Wendy to the toy assembly line, when the annoyed teen let out a whine. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm telling you, I can't stay. Can't you just leave coal in my stocking, and send me on my way?"

"HO-HO-HO!" Santa chuckled. "Why, Wendy, you're such a kidder! You can't lie to Santa. I must insist you reconsider. I know alone in the dead of winter is what you'd prefer. But in this case, I really cannot concur. There are reasons to my seemingly harsh way. I promise you'll reflect fondly on it one day.

Wendy crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue. "I really doubt that, you kidnapping pile of cow dung!"

Santa beaded his eyes, as he tried to stay reserved. "Maybe it's time to get what you deserve. With that negative attitude of yours – and your bad behavior. Santa's got the way to curb that. How about some hard labor?!"

With a hard push, Wendy nearly crashed into the conveyor belt. She looked around to see the hand she'd been dealt. An army of elves stood neatly in line, they slaved and worked tirelessly to finish their projects in time. An endless supply of toys, games, and electronics flew by at frenzied rates, to order to reach children in every country, province, and state.

"Whoa!" Wendy noticed. "Those aren't the gnomes. These elves are real!" "Of course they are," Santa prided. "Back home, this job needs the real deal! Who else could deliver such gifts with speed and joy? They pull out all the stops so each child gets a toy. These wondrous folks are able to look past their own wants and needs, to bring Christmas cheer by doing good deeds. Such is the lesson I expect you to learn tonight. So, jump right in and help, and please don't put up a fight!"

Wendy stepped up to the belt, finding that she was way too tall. "Hey, how can I help? These tools were made for someone super small!"

"Hmm…" Santa stroked his beard. "By George, you're right! Why didn't I see it before?" The old man snapped his fingers. "There! Now, you can easily do your chore!"

With a blink of her eye, Wendy had shrunk by half. She was horrified to see that she barely reached Santa's calf. Her lumberjack outfit and thick winter coat, were now a dorky, striped one piece, and curled shoes that looked like boats. Dipper's pine-tree cap became a cute matching hat with bell tips. Her long copper hair turned pigtails made her lose her grip.

"AHH!" Wendy shrieked as she felt her now-pointed ears. "Change me back!" She demanded. "Don't think I can't kick your chunky rear!"

Santa used one hand to hold back the pint-sized, fist-swinging threat. "Oh, give it up, kid. Just look at me! I'm not even breaking a sweat! All this protesting is really getting you nowhere. Help the elves with the toys, and I'll think about changing you back. I swear. Only when your Christmas spirit is revived, will you be allowed to go home. I'll leave you be now. Santa's got better things to do than listen to you drone."

Santa took his leave, when he stopped after a few paces. "I hate to do this to you, but to be honest, I'm really too old for chases." He snapped his fingers once more, the room echoed with a click. Wendy looked down, "What's this? Another one of your tricks?"

A metal tether was placed around her ankle, meant to hold her in place. Wendy couldn't run away or jump. She could barely walk around or pace. "You think you got me, old man?" Wendy bragged. "I'll be outta here super-quick." She reached under her hat, "As soon as I find my lock – "

"Looking for these?"

Santa flashed a grin, displaying Wendy's trusty lockpicks in his hand. "That's right, kiddo. Santa knows all your secrets. That's why he's the man!" Wendy was left speechless as her captor soon disappeared from sight. She pulled on her chain with all her might. The freckled elf tugged and yanked and fought against the shackle, but every escape attempt resulted in a painful ankle tackle.

Now faced with no other choice, Wendy turned around to accept her fate. She grabbed a toy off the assembly line and followed alongside with her elven mates. But after a few minutes, Wendy found the task to be a bore. She elbowed the nearest working elf neighbor, "So, what are you in for?"

The tiny elf stared at Wendy in a confused state. "I don't think you understand. We elves choose our own fate. We each have free will. Santa doesn't force us to stay. All of us volunteer here. We don't even ask for any pay!"

Wendy looked around at the other elves workers walking around scot-free. She was the only one chained down to the heavy machinery.

"Then, I don't get it." Wendy asked. "Why do you do all this?" The elf replied, "Because the end result is truly pure bliss. Seeing the happy, smiling faces of the grateful girls and boys, it's what powers our great quest. It brings us great joy!"

Wendy grew more curious. "But how can you see all of these things? There's too many to see and they're so far away. Are you just pulling my strings?"

"Watch…"

Wendy grew silent as from the assembly wall came something new. From a small crack, some kind of electrical portal grew. The portal shifted from different planes into a whole new world. Before Wendy's emerald eyes, did the elf's story unfurled.

A little girl knelt on the side of her bed, praying to the powers that be to watch over her loved ones' heads.

"That's little Clara," introduced Wendy's new friend. "She volunteers to take care of her grandma, helping around the house to no end. Even though her family has little money for presents, she gives them little grief. For this, we're giving her a special dollie to provide her some well-needed relief."

A new item flew down the conveyor belt at rocket speeds. Dozens of elven hands rushed to give it the details it needs. A blonde, huggable doll was the final result. Its design was truly perfect. There wasn't anything possible to insult. It flew off the line and into Santa's bag in an almost magical way, and soon, into Clara's awaiting arms on Christmas Day.

"I have to admit," Wendy's mood began to lighten. "That was really neat." She no longer felt like fighting.

"Then, why don't you give it a shot," the elf did suggest. "You're part elf now. You can do it. Try your best!"

Wendy began to picture a child in need, someone who was indeed worthy of the elves' creed. She opened her eyes and gasped aloud, as Wendy was soon presented with her very own cloud. The other elves murmured and gathered around, to see what child Wendy's mind had found.

The image became clear, displaying a teenage boy in punk clothing. His hair was blue. His jeans were torn and holey. But man, was his attitude loathing. The teen was with his mother, doing some late holiday shopping. But to Wendy's shock, she could make out some swears dropping. "No, Mom, you moron! What were you thinking? Are you always this dumb, or have you been possibly drinking? I said I wanted Super Linguini Bros. 3, not Part 2! Man, I honestly can't believe I'm related to you!"

As the image in the portal faded away, Wendy's blood boiled, perhaps more than anytime that day. The boy's expected present had appeared before her, half-finished. But her budding Christmas spirit had been quickly diminished. She picked up the video game machine, and threw it over her shoulder. Wendy let out a chuckle as her insight became ever bolder. All of the elves were shocked and frozen in pause, as the now-wrecked toy landed at the feet of Santa Claus.

Wendy spun around in horror. She knew an apology would be way too late. This latest outburst would surely seal her fate.

Instead, he approached Wendy without a sign of anger and rage. Santa rubbed his bearded chin, knowing he had to take from another page. "Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. We need to go inside to find why you despise Christmas Day."

He stepped up to Wendy, who was still stuck in place, and placed his black glove over her freckled face.

"What are you doing?" She tried to pull away. "Stop being a creep! Get your stinking hand off me! I can't see a peep!"

Santa removed his hand, and Wendy was now filled with a sense of dread. She had been warped to a dark room with a yellow light hanging ahead. "Hello?" Wendy called out, no longer shackled. "Is anyone there?" "Sorry!" A new voice answered. "I'm on my way. I had to finish my hair!"

A purple and pink glow invaded the darkened space. Wendy entered a fighting stance, just in case. The small ball became a pixie, straight out of a fable. "Weird." Wendy noted. "You kinda look like my friend, Mabel."

The brunette fairy gave off a familiar smile, "Hey, there! Welcome! I hope you stay awhile. Beyond this point, lie the doors three. They represent Christmas Past, Present, and Future. Yippee! Each door will take you to a different point in time on Christmas Day. By journey's end, we'll learn the real reason of why you feel this way."

Wendy shrugged, "It isn't like I have any choice." The pixie agreed and waved, "No, not really. Just follow my voice! If you need anything, I'll be your busy bee! All you need to do is shout, "Hey, Christmas Fairy!""

The fairy led Wendy to the door labelled, "Christmas Past." She opened the door, "Come on! This will be a blast!" Wendy was reluctant, but did what the sprite asked. The redhead couldn't believe it! She was now ten years in the past!

They stood in a better version of the Corduroy household, one that hadn't been yet damaged by Manly Dan's tantrums left uncontrolled. In the farthest corner of a somewhat messy kitchen, a super-tall, redheaded woman baked cookies as her pigtailed daughter pitched-in. The child was covered in white flour from head and toe, and her chubby, little fingers were caked in sticky dough. But the deed was finally done. Into the oven, the cookies went in. The mother tightly hugged her baby, looking over her proudly with a grin. "I'm so proud of you, my little one. You perfectly made my recipe: Chocolate-frosted Christmas trees with just a pinch of sesame. One day, you'll be able to do it alone. Maybe to impress some lucky boy, or when you have a family of your own, my dearest Wendy Corduroy."

The little girl held her mother even tighter, her hidden anxiety and social fears became a tad bit lighter.

"Mama…"

The Christmas Fairy watched the heartwarming scene with glee. "How adorable!" She turned around, finding something unexpectedly. Wendy had turned away from the memory, as she hugged her own shoulders. "Can we get out of here, please? This all is getting older and older."

The pixie sighed, as she waved the memory away. "Maybe we can find something even better here in present day." Wendy followed the fairy to the next Christmas door, "Are we almost done? I'm not gonna lie. This is becoming a chore."

The fairy reached the large door, marked with label, "Present," so that Wendy could bear witness to ongoing Christmas events. This time, she was presented with not one window, or two, but three! On her left side, Wendy could make out a familiar, half-broken Christmas tree. The Gift Shop of the Mystery Shack was decorated with green and red. A nearby buffet table held quite an awesome spread!

The new Mr. Mystery, Soos, stood at the counter with elbows resting. His saddened face was downright depressing. Melody, his girlfriend and partner at the Mystery Shack, suddenly snuck behind him and gave him a hug-attack. "Hey, why so glum, big guy?" she wondered. "Gee, Melody." Soos lamented. "This party was nothing but a blunder. Everybody went to that McGucket shindig instead. With the way things are going, maybe I should have stayed in bed. Even Wendy, who works here, couldn't even bother to attend, Let's face it, this idea was nothing but a dead end."

Melody lowered her head against Soos's shoulder fat, "Oh, don't be silly. Just you forget about that! They can have their stupid party. Let them be. We'll have our own little Christmas; just you and me! And don't mind Wendy. You know she doesn't mean to hurt you. Besides, with us alone, we can make our Christmas a bit more "blue.""

The couple's lips met as they shared a Christmas kiss, though Wendy turned her head and quickly dismissed. "Okay! Moving on!" She fled the scene with swift feet, though she secretly thought the moment was sorta sweet.

The middle window allowed Wendy to view the snow-covered woods, as four burly soldiers followed a path, their heads covered in hoods. Wendy easily recognized those running around in the dead of winter making noise, It was her father, Manly Dan, and her brothers, the Corduroy boys!

Marcus, Kevin, and Gus followed along with dear old Dad, "Keep going!" Dan barked. "Onwards, my beefy lads! Those monsters this summer were only the beginning! We'll practice and train day and night to make sure we keep winning!"

The youngest boy, Gus, started to complain, "How'd Wendy get out of this? She's totally to blame! She said she couldn't come because of work? Yeah, right! She's full of it! What a jerk!"

It was then when Manly Dan came to a stop. The boys crashed into his mighty form, and dropped. He stuck a finger in his smallest son's face. "You watch your tongue, boy! Don't be a disgrace!" That girl beat the odds and surprised us all, She helped saved this town from its ultimate downfall. Wendy's proven herself to me. My stone-cold heart she had won, I only wish she was here to show you boys how to get the job done! But my girl's not here, so us four will have to do. We'll work together on this blessed day to show the world that Corduroys rule!"

The boys rallied around their father's battle cry, and Wendy watched them march without batting an eye. "Don't think I'm not touched by Dad's words. I hate to betray his trust. I just wanted to get out of apocalypse training without a fuss. Living through Weirdmageddon was more than enough for me. After that mess, couldn't we relax and let things be?"

Wendy's attention was drawn by the window on the right. Every part of the Northwest Mansion was bathed in glorious light. Its new owner, Fiddleford McGucket, had really turned things around. To properly celebrate, he threw a Christmas party for the whole town! Mingles of classes, both rich and poor, engaged with each other without signs of bore. Gathered at a distant table were a collection of Wendy's chums, Thompson, Tambry, Nate, Lee, and even Robbie V., that gothic bum. They sat bored out of their minds, their attention spans were wearing thin, without their fearless leader to swoop in for the win. The plucky cashier's mischievous mind usually created their favorite dares, games, and pranks, and now without her around, the mellow atmosphere really did stank! Surprisingly enough, Thompson threw his fist down! "Why are we just sitting here? Sure, Wendy's not around, but would she want us to sit around and pout? No way! She'd tell us to get off our butts, no doubt! C'mon, guys. Let's make our Wendy proud! We'll cause a little mayhem and make this party loud! He lifted his half-drank cup of punch into the air, as the rest of the teens joined in with the cheer:

"For Wendy!"

Wendy backed away from the third open portal, "I'm not really sure if I get this moral. Sure, all three present views have people that miss me, but their Christmases seemed to be better if I left things be."

The pixie bobbed her head, "Oh, Wendy. Try looking at this way instead. All of these groups would be better if you were there, but in your absence, they refuse to let their Christmas fall into despair. They celebrate what they have, versus what they have not. Now, with that said, maybe is there something more to Christmas that you thought?"

"Perhaps…" Wendy said, stroking her chin with curiosity. "Great!" The fairy proclaimed. "There's one last thing to see!" However, Wendy's interests soon broke away, as the door called "Christmas Future" made her want to stay. "Hold on!" The sprite cried out. "There's nothing interesting in here, I bet, and I'm not sure if Santa wants you to see that yet."

"It's nice to want things." Wendy opened the door and smirked. "What's Santa hiding now, that big, colossal jerk?" To Wendy's amazement, she was back at Santa's workshop. The lines of elves went on building toys non-stop. The big man himself surveyed his on-going mission, as he stood at the assembly line with his newest addition. Santa patted the shoulder of the pigtailed elf with a familiar, striped uniform. Her frozen, freckled beam was anything but the norm. The elf didn't even so much as breathe or blink, as her hands blindly manufactured new goods with a "clink, clink, clink!"

Wendy covered her mouth, "No! No way! This cannot be! I know that mindless little elf – that's me!"

Wendy's stomach grew nauseous as she stumbled away. Her pixie friend pleaded with her to stay. "Please, Wendy. You don't understand! This possible future is not Santa's ultimate plan!" But Wendy refused to hear her anymore. "Stay away from me! Let me outta this place!" she roared.

The blackened arena shattered like broken glass, Wendy was back in front of Santa and his elven class. The force of the mighty ginger had broken Santa's spell, as her outburst made him land on his jingle bells.

Wendy marched towards him with a nasty glare, until she was pulled back by her ankle snare. "I've had it with you, fat man! You've hit my last nerve! Now, it's about time that I give you what you deserve! You kidnap me and bring me to this awful place, and then you turn me into one of the elven race! You threaten me with child labor? So what? Big deal! Do you know the geezer I work for? He's an even bigger heel! Then, you dare to invade my mindscape and some, and pervert my most private of memories, you scum! You wanna make me your slave? I'd want you to try. Come a few steps closer, and I'll be happy to give you a black eye! I'll give you one last chance to change your mind. I'm too generous, I know. I'm not asking, I'm telling: LET-ME-GO!"

The other elves remained silent as Santa stood upright. His demeanor had changed to that of sorrow, not fright. "My poor Wendy Corduroy. I feel I failed you. For on this night, I was unable to give you Christmas spirit renewed. Your anger and pain is just way too great, I fear this time, ol' St. Nick had arrived too, too late. Your fate has been sealed. I'm sorry it sounds so grim. I have no other choice but to leave you to…him…

With that, Santa and his elves took their leave, leaving Wendy stunned as she couldn't believe. "Where are you all going? What? The truth was too much to bear? Didn't anyone hear me? I said lemme outta here!"

Now, left by herself and trapped in the empty hall, Wendy slumped down into a saddened ball. Her green eyes grew watery, but she refused to cry. To give her captors the satisfaction, the girl would rather die. The worse thing of all no one knew she was stuck here, as they enjoyed their Christmases without worry or care.

"I can't really blame them." Wendy said, with her chin on her knees. "I know I have hang-ups about Christmas. That part's solely on me. Still, I wish that someone could look beyond their bliss, and see that I was missing and things were amiss."

Little did Wendy know, as her mind began to wander, a new portal formed on the assembly wall beyond yonder. She didn't notice the window leading away from this nightmare, until she could make out familiar voices she'd know anywhere.

"Dipper? Dipper? Are you in there? Where are you now? To where did you disappear?"

Wendy climbed on top of the conveyor belt, as the icy feeling in her heart started to melt. Dipper Pines sat on his bed, with a wireless phone in hand, as his twin Mabel charged into the room with a demand. "Dipper, come join the party! What's the matter with you?" He explained to his sister, "Mabel, it's Wendy. I can't get through! All I wanted was to wish her a Merry Christmas, but no one seems to know where she is! I tried the Shack, and Tambry and Nate and the other teens. And no one picks up at her home. The phone just rings and rings! I don't mean to be overprotective, Mabel. I know I have a choice, but I'd feel so much better if I could hear Wendy's voice."

"Oh, Dipper," Mabel sat next to him on his bed. "Quit being such a big worry-head. Wendy's a big girl. She can handle things by her own. The last thing she'd want you to do is make this overblown. It's not a big deal. Christmas isn't Wendy's thing. If she wanted to be here, she would have given us a ring. Remember last summer? Here, I'll give you a clue. You can't force someone to do something they don't wanna do. Now, come on, already! Turn that frown upside-down! Let's get back to the party before anyone notices you're not around!"

And with that, Mabel went back on her way, but in spite of her speech, Dipper still wanted to stay. His parents' party was filled with family friends unknown, and older cousins that rather spend more time on their cell phones. The thirteen-year-old felt like a stranger in his own house, wishing for something that could keep his Christmas spirit from being doused.

He sighed, and lurched forward with a sigh. "Mabel's right, but I couldn't help but try. I know Wendy's busy, but I still wish she would have come. Maybe then, this stupid party wouldn't be so lonely and dumb."

It was then that Dipper made a wish that he hoped would travel far: "I hope you're having a Merry Christmas, Wendy…wherever you are."

A heartbroken Wendy rested her forehead against the portal's seem, when at long last, her eyes started to teem. A line of tears traveled down each cheek as she started to cry. She didn't think of herself, but of her special little guy. "I'm so sorry, Dipper." Wendy sniffled. "I really made things a mess. I wish I could make it right. I should have said "yes.""

"Wendy?" "Dipper?"

"AAH!" The boy screamed as he flew off the bed, convinced at first, he was hearing voices in his head. But sure enough, in a wavy window above his room, contained the image of Wendy, with a sense of doom.

"Wendy?" Dipper asked again. "Is it really you in there?" "Of course it is, dork." She said from the portal in mid-air.

Dipper moved towards the vision of his crush, and upon seeing what was wrong, his voice went in a rush. "Wendy, what's happened? Why aren't you tall? Your hair! Your ears! And what's the deal with that weird hall?"

Wendy wiped her face and started to plead her case. "Dipper, you gotta help me get out of this place! You're not going to believe this! I'm at the North Pole! Santa kidnapped me, and he won't let me go! He's forcing me to make toys and talk to Christmas ghosts. It's like he's trying to find what irritates me the most!"

Dipper immediately sprung to the rescue. "Don't worry, Wendy. I'll find a way to save you!" He examined the portal up and down and side-to-side, But hadn't an idea how to reach his secret love without a guide. After a few minutes, Dipper stood on his bed, as no more plans danced around in his head. "I'm really sorry, Wendy. I haven't a clue. I've never seen anything like this before. I don't know how to help you."

The two teenagers stood on different borders of time and space, as they met for the first time in months face-to-face. Dipper placed a hand against his side of the plane, The shine in his eyes had vanished and drained. "I – I wish you were here with us…with me…" Wendy set her palm against her devotee's. "I do, too, buddy. Trust me. Right now, there's no other place I'd rather be…"

All of a sudden, as though a Christmas blessing, their hands were able to touch through the barrier's meshing! Wendy and Dipper's fingers entwined as they laughed in disbelief, the ability to make physical contact came as such a relief.

Dipper said, "How can this be? I don't understand. Is this really happening? Or is it sleight of hand?" Wendy squeezed harder, "Hey, kiddo? Not at all trying to be rude, but Santa's coming back soon, so please, pull me though, dude!"

With that, Dipper tightened his grip and gave a tug, His noodle arms pulled Wendy into a huge bear hug. Once the slender redhead was more than halfway through, their worries returned with a threat somewhat new.

"What's wrong now?" Dipper strained. "Of all the dumb luck…" "I almost forgot, Dipper." Wendy explained. "I'm stuck! That old fat jerk snapped a cuff on my foot super-tight, to make sure I'd stay in his crummy workshop all night!"

Dipper wouldn't stop trying. "There has to be something I can do. There's no way I'd ever give up on you!" Though the kind words touched Wendy deeply in this situation out of whack, a second later, she could feel something try to pull her back. "No!" Dipper dug his heels deep into the blankets of his bed. "Don' t think this is over! I'd rather drop dead!"

"Dipper! Don't let go!" "I won't!"

Both Dipper and Wendy screamed as they were pulled into the wormhole, They landed back at Santa's workshop back at the North Pole, where Santa awaited with a horrific beast by his side, a ten-foot, horned demon, a so-called protector of yuletide. It was bearded and dressed in tattered clothing, its appearance was terrifying and somewhat loathing. The screams of the damned came from a container on its side. It held a wooden paddle, meant to tan wicked hides. Upon seeing this monster, the partners-in-crime shrieked, holding each other in terror as their knees became weak.

Santa shook his head, "Wendy, I've tried my best to make this right, but I feel there's nothing I can do to have you see the light. There's only one way to curb your attitude so pompous. I introduce to you, the Christmas monster known as the Krampus!

The fanged behemoth unleashed an unearthly roar, that even managed to shake the whole floor. It took a hooved step forwards in its quest, far from trendy, to claim the soul of the wicked child known as Wendy.

"Wait!"

Dipper shielded his still-ensnared sweetheart, He held his arms outwards, ready to do his part. The tiny boy's eyes met with his one-time rival, "Santa…" he greeted, thinking only of Wendy's survival. "Dipper…" Santa replied in the same, sober tone. "So, how goes those "Anti-Santa" traps in your home?" "You already know," Dipper grimaced, "That they're far from okay, but that's not the reason I'm here today. I don't have all the details, but I think I know enough. Please let Wendy go, and we'll be gone without a huff! I know at first, Wendy seems aloof and really tough. But she's so much more than that! Take it from this cream-puff! I get that Christmas spirit is your thing. That's okay and fine. If it's such a big deal, then what about mine? There is nothing I want more than to have Wendy to come home with me, so I ask you kindly, can't we please just let things be? I don't have a leg to stand on. But still, I'll beg this of you today: Please, Santa. Don't take my Wendy away!"

Dipper turned back to see Wendy slightly blushing. He corrected the mistake he made by rushing.

"I mean, "Don't take Wendy away!"

Santa and his pet gave each other a quick look, Their combined decision no more than a split second took:

"NO!"

The Krampus crept by Wendy, as she froze in a trance, as Dipper fought back with a second chance. "All right! You want a bad kid to give your curse? What if I could name someone even worse? A person that definitely deserves your type of misery? Here's a thought. How about you take me?!"

"Dude, don't!" Wendy said. "You really need to shut up now! If you keep going, you'll end up as this thing's Christmas chow!"

But Dipper ignored his crush's protests, and began to list off his sins and confess. "I've lied, cheated, and stole too many times, and that's only the beginning of my crimes! I beat up a gang of gnomes and marked them for dead. I fought living wax statues and cut off Larry King's head! I raised zombies up and left those secret agents to die, and made my sister, Pacifica, and even Wendy cry. I won't fight you, creature. I'll admit I made my own bed. I'll ask you a second time, leave Wendy, and take me instead!"

The Krampus licked his lips with a sense of glee, truly fascinated by Dipper's dirty laundry. He changed course to add Dipper to his collection, as Wendy dashed in front to offer her protection.

"Ain't going to happen, ugly! Not no how, or no way! Lay a claw on that kid, and I swear you're going to pay! If you want Dipper, you'll have to go through me first! So, come on, tough guy! I'm prepared to take your worst! If anyone deserves a decent Christmas, it's Dipper, my boy! And it's gonna happen, or else, my name's not Wendy Corduroy!"

To Wendy and Dipper's surprise, both tormentors began to laugh. Santa and Krampus supported each other so they wouldn't split in half. The elder's smile returned, "See, Wendy? I knew you would come through! Your act of sacrifice shows your Christmas spirit has been truly renewed! Santa's deed has been done. There's no further need for this. You two are free to go and enjoy Christmas bliss!"

Wendy raised an eyebrow, worried if there was another trick to be found. "Seriously?" Santa snapped his fingers a third time, as her shackle opened and fell to the ground. "Seriously."

Dipper and Wendy walked to the portal shining so bright, as Wendy realized something still wasn't quite right. "Santa, my man, I really don't mean to stall, but before we go, can you please make me tall?"

Dipper elbowed his friend, "I dunno. I think I like you better this way." "Please, Dipper, don't give him ideas." Wendy whispered with dismay.

Santa let out another joyful laugh, "Oh, I almost forgot, my dear. When you go home, your natural height will return, so have no fear." He and the Krampus offered a wave as the duo traveled back to California. "Have a Merry Christmas! But if not, you can't say we didn't warn ya!"

Back in Piedmont, Wendy and Dipper landed back in his bedroom, as she discovered she was no longer fitted in elven costume. Wendy's lumberjack clothing and height were rightfully restored, as the portal closely behind them, hopefully forevermore. Relieved, they rushed in for a snuggly embrace, their hearts still racing from escaping such a crazy place.

Dipper looked up at Wendy, "Are you sure you're alright?" "Thanks to you, buddy." She grinned and held him tight. "I don't know what to say, Dipper. Tonight, you really came though." "Oh, it was nothing." He blushed. "If reversed, I'd know I could count on you."

Their touching reunion was suddenly interrupted, as from the doorway, a shrill squeal erupted: "Ohmigosh!" Mabel grabbed her cheeks. "You're really here!" She wrapped around Wendy's waist as the much-taller girl rubbed her brown hair. "I knew I heard your voice! Did you change your mind?" Wendy turned to Dipper as she was caught in another bind. "Actually, Mabel." Dipper started. "Wendy wanted to surprise us. She spent all day and night traveling here on a small bus." Wendy followed along with Dipper's white lie about her stay. "I hope I'm not too late to join you guys on Christmas Day?" "What? No way!" Mabel exclaimed with excitement and great cheer. She flew from the room, "Hey, everybody! You won't believe who's here!"

With the two following along at a safe distance, Wendy gave Dipper a love tap, "Hey, thanks again for the quick assistance." "No biggie." He said with an embarrassed modest. "But if I can ask, are you sure you're ready for all this?" She threw her arm around her favorite little dork. "Of course I am, but now, let's get to work! I have something special to share with you two. Call it an old family recipe: Chocolate-frosted Christmas trees with just a pinch of sesame."

As they rounded the corner, Mabel teased, "Hey, you two! Guess where you're below? You guys are right under the mistletoe – "

"O-kay! That's enough right there!"

Wendy leaned forward on her knees as Dipper remained cross-legged on the colored rug on the floor. They looked up at Soos, dressed in a Santa cap, as he read from a selection of his fanfiction in Stan's recliner.

"Wow…" Dipper rested a heavy head against his fists. "I really didn't believe Soos when he said he made a Christmas story starring us, but there it is…"

"What's the matter?" Soos asked with a disappointed look. "You guys didn't like my Christmas rhymes?"

"No offense, Soos." Wendy threw out an arm in outrage, "But that story was kinda sexist, don't cha think? Why was I the one kidnapped? And Dipper saving me? Isn't that sorta cliché?"

"Well," Dipper held a finger up. "There was that one time at the Dusk2Dawn…"

"Exactly, buster! One time! Check the rescue scorecard, pal! I guarantee I have more saves checked off than you. Bet on it! And you really think Santa can take me on? Let 'im try! I'll punch him in the mistletoe, and break my foot off in his ho-ho – "

*CRASH!*

A thunderous crash could be heard on the Mystery Shack's roof. The sound made all three freeze in their tracks.

"Um," Dipper mumbled. "What was that you were saying, Wendy?"

"I – I," The lumberjane rambled nervously. "Like I was saying, maybe we should take a break, and get some hot cocoa and cookies, and see if there's any wholesome Christmas TV specials on."

"Good idea!"

"Sounds like a plan!"

The boys and Wendy jumped up and left the room, pressed together back-to-back. Their eyes searched every corner, in fear of a possible yuletide attack.

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"And from this point here, our story finally concludes. Have a Happy Holiday, my friends. And remember, Santa's always watching you…"

#wendy corduroy #dipper pines #gravity falls #dipper #wendy

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cloudywithachanceofwatering · 5 years ago

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shatt - peter pan'd

prompt by - @princesss353 [ thank you so much !! it means a really stupid lot to me when people give me prompts . i hope i did you didly good justice !! :"DDDD ]

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preface - an au where shiro is peter pan and he meets wendy who is adam . matt is tinkerbell and gets jealous .

notes - i added pidge as rosetta , lance as silvermist , curtis as iridessa , keith as vidia , hunk as fawn , allura as periwinkle

i'm moving really far from the traditional because i have literally never watched peter pan in my entire miserable life . whoopsies :""""""""">

so uh i'll be saying their names as per usual because tinkermatt , katierose and shiropan sound like literal trashbags filled with even more unbiodegradable trashbags . and we don't like that kinda shite here .

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" there's this new boy that shiro's brought back . isn't that interesting ? " katie whispered as shiro flew around , with him , frolicking in the cool night sky . " shut up , i'm not blind , " matt muttered angrily , his wings flapping a bit harder and much more harshly . " chill out , it's just a newbie , it's okay , " katie patted his back as he flicked her hand away and fluttered up to try and catch up with shiro .

matt fluttered around as nimbly as his unproportionally large wings could get him to , swerving and dodging other fairies and plants before finally catching up to them . " shiro , who's this ? " he cocked a eyebrow up at the newcomer , subconciously staring him up and down . katie followed playfully , albeit cautiously , behind him .

" a little love triangle i smell , " she whispered teasingly as she flicked between shiro and matt's gaze . " lance's going to get a kick out of this , " she exaggerated , fake punching a bit before spiralling up to find him . matt tripped her as best as he could , but her wings were better suited for her and she just cackled off , spiralling upwards fast .

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shiro just nervously let go of the newcomer's hand , slowly so matt wouldn't notice . but alas , matt has always could see . he turned his head sharply and narrowed his eyes . " i didn't know you were gonna miss teatime for what ? this newcomer who you could've left for keith to figure out ? " he hissed softly , his wings flapoing more erratically . " i-it's nothing much matt , don't worry !! i-i'm just nearly done and i'll send adam back soo - i mean the newcomer !! " shiro stuttered nervously , his hand scratching the back of his neck as he averted matt's piercing gaze .

matt instantly got that

1) this was'nt just any new fairy ,

and 2) a human . :/

he narrowed his eyes even more , reading his nervous and panicked face . matt cocked his head sideways , smiling tightly like a rosebud . " you can't hide any information from me , sweetie , " he said sweetly , bitter sap dropping from his words like it was secreted from his lips . his narrowed eyes turned doelike and innocent , yet his stare gave it all away .

he faced this ' adam ' calmly . " why don't you introduce your new ... ' friend ' ... to me , " matt drawled , feeling increasingly angrier . " why are you so frustrated and pent-up ? it's his job to show me around and stuff , right ? " adam glanced at shiro hintingly , trying to get out of this hot nectar brewing .

" uhm . y-yeah . gotta do all that . a-and like , we need to get a-moving along s-so yeah , " shiro backed up a bit trying to escape .

matt just huffed and snarled a bit , showing his teeth to shiro , " you can't lie to me , eventually he's suddenly ' coming to show him around , sorry can't hang out , gotta stay with newbie os he doesn't get lost , oh no i have too much gotta miss teatime three more times , ' and you expect me to believe you ? " and just like that , matt did a sharp 180 degrees downwards and went back to his home in the pixie tree .

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knocking a few fairies and growling even more irritated , people started to avoid him the moment he reached into his sack of pixie dust . he slammes the door behind him and fell into his bed , trying to not rip up everything in from of him . he screamed into his pillow , but pretty much everyone in a five mile radius [ in human , not fairy ] could hear it .

and then katie winced as she heard it from all the way by shiro's side . " maybe go uhhhh , i dunno , apologize ? i mean , teatime is pretty big for matt after all , " lance winced , the nearly dew on the tree leaves spiking up . katie just stared right into his soul blankly , a bit shaken up . " why does he have to though ? he didn't do anything wrong ! " adam protested as nearby fairies all simultaniously created a circle around them in order not to get into it .

katie laughed painfully . " oh , you naive child . oh dear . this isn't going to go good . where's curtis , that light bringing boy ?? " she fretted a bit , fear building up a bit more and more . " uh , probably with her little glowy fireflies but i'm pretty sure he's using pixie dust to speed up at this point , " lance sighed defeatedly . " good luck shiro , have fun , we're there for backup . "

adam huffed furiously , having enough . " what's up with this ? can't you tell shiro's just being a good friend ? obviously , you wouldn't know - everyone's so pent-up ! stop being so flipping rude and irritating , especially that other browned haired fluffy freckled boy-girl hybrid thing !! i honestly can't tell if they're female or not - at this point , they might as well should be . it's so feminine , doesn't look anything like a boy to be frank with you . "

and basically everyone who had created a circle created a even larger circle and went full one mile radius in human length .

katie and lance waved nervously goodbye before they got into any trouble , because goddamnit was the whole crew going to whack his adam butt .

once keith got wind of it [ ha ] , he sent the message along to hunk and allura so they could make some peace gifts for matt to soothe his erratic soul , even more so than keith's .

quickly , everyone dispersed as far as possible from adam and shiro . even shiro flew all the way to the wintery section . " you see , you must not say such evil things like that , don't be so curt !! you're not curtis !! besides , you're going to get us all in trou - "

" well it isn't my fault he's the one brewing trouble like it's coffee ! " adam snapped back quickly , trying to pull away from shiro's iron grip . " let go of me ! what's wrong with you uptight fairy people ? " he hissed , frowning . shiro cringed , " your words you will regret very quickly . c'mon , we gotta go far before they catch us . just ... remember your surroundings okay ? no time for tour . "

after a while , shiro sighed and paused for a second , tired . " listen , this is slow-drip coffee - intense flavour . not just any kind of coffee . speak carefully , " shiro warned . and that actually made brave and naive adam a bit wary .

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back in the matt house , things were brewing badly . the coffee was intensely bitter and even more so with matt's bitter sap secretion .

hunk and allura had brought peace presents of items to fix and wonderful parts for hin to tinker with , persuading him to work on it to get his mind off as katie gave him little plants to take care of . lance soothed him , gifting im handpicked pebbles , a beautiful seashell comb , seaweed scarves and coral hairclips . curtis let his two little firefly buddies blink happily and dance around as he set up a little place for spiders to weave soft curtains for him .

" yknow , it isn't so bad . nobody thinks as horribly as adam does . i like your feminine curves , very complementing for your sharp features , " lance said gently , combing his hair as katie patted his hand . " i think that you'll quite enjoy fixing my collinder lamp that i've finally decided to give in to you , " she laughed gently , smoothing out his messy soft curls and pinning them down .

but even with all their nonstop efforts , matt still adorned the same angry frown , staring blankly past everyone .

lance poured a bit of tea for everyone , and hunk presented some little treats for them to all share on matt's anvil table . " i know you enjoy scones and macaroons and such soft delicacies , so here's a little test recipe - friendly for fairies and woodland animals ! " he beamed proudly , as the rest oooh and ahhhed in awe .

matt's gaze broke for a second the moment he heard ' scones . ' " ... are these the super soft and buttery ones ? " he cracked out , his voice ruined from the massive pillow scream . he gazed at it longingly , his frown sloely disappearing as he glanced up to hunk's face .

hunk beamed even brighter , comparable to curtis' fireflies . the fireflies lights blinked happily , their wings showing even more happiness . " listen my guy , not even i have tried it ! and i'm hunk's top of the top tester !! tale the first bite , your honour , " lance bowed , and the rest followed along . carefully , matt took a scone and bit into it .

" i have ascended . "

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keith , in that time , had rounded up shiro and adam . " listen , if it wasn't that you were my best mate , i would have beat you and your big mouthed ' friend ' up , " keith whispered dangerously . shiro gulped , resigning to his fate . " at least matt is appeased to some extent ... riiiiiiiiight ? " shiro breathed out even quieter than keith's words . " oh , how i hope , " adam replied sarcastically , every inch of wariness expelled from his system as he started rolling his eyes . to top it all off , he mocked keith as he crossed his arms sassily , giving him a ' whatchu gonna do now ? ' smirk .

keith narrowed his eyes - " you better hope so , i'm only here to be making sure shiro doesn't get hit up too much by the rest . " keith led them back to matt's home quickly , a bit to fast for shiro's liking .

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shiro gulped loudly as keith rapped on his door , adam snickering softly at the childishness of all oof its decor - flower door knocker ? gates made out of old forks and spoons ? a little succulent garden and pond ? to top it all off , a ridiculously small yet intricate table for two with gold legs and a flower centrepiece . a singular large flower . hanging bowls of plants from his patio too - how much more stupid could it get ? little flower shaped lights ? pfft !

matt had happily hopped to the door , wanting to share some of his yummy gifts and the rest waiting , clearing their throats and shifting anxiously . he didn't notice through his wonderful mood , smiling brightly as he opened the door . " hello !! who's there ?? wanna come in i have scones an - " his face fell and darkened , shiro with a tight lipped and forced smile as adam stood casually with crossed arms , snickering a bit as he saw matt .

" sorry to ruin your mood , but they deserve a little pain from the rest , " keith said too coolly , a naughty little smile peaking a bit . matt noticed it and scoffed a bit , proceeding to tug keith's hand to signal him to come in . " say the password , takashi , " matt stared with creased eyebrows , tilting his face up a bit to stare him down even harder . " u-uh ... i-it's teatime ? " he uttered nervously , second crossing and doubting himself even though he's said it thousands and thousands of times .

to his pleasant surprise , matt smiled brightly . " okay !! come in , 'cause i wanna give you a scarfie that lancey gave me and pin your little fluff with a pink coral clip and all , " he bounced up and down a bit , his wings fluttering with excitement . shiro calmed down , breathing out as he realized he wasn't breathing and pulled matt in close to hug him , feeling even better when matt hugged back .

" i shouldn't be all evilly and all , plus i still gotta do my workies and finish my teatimey and dress up my sister and the rest and visit mama , " matt bounced back to his seat , drinking tea and slurping quietly . " i'm sorry if i'm meanie , i just want shiro's huggies , that's all , " matt frowned , slurping his tea even harder .

the atmosphere immediately relaxed as shiro stepped in and stood next to matt and gave him a tiny kiss , matt's wings flutterring a bit faster the moment shiro's lips pushed against his soft , dense brown hair . matt smiled happily , a soft mhmm of approval from allura .

keith held hunk's hand and squeezed lightly , his dark emo evil heart melting a bit . oh no . a true disaster . hunk just smiled and shoved another scone into his face happily .

lance wrapped his arm around katie and melted , her laughing and wrapping her arm around his waist , tightening her grip and releasing it .

curtis put down his teacup into his saucer and scratched his fireflies under their chins , pleased that matt did not implode .

adam just looked around the room , instantly feeling pretty trash about the mean things he'd said about fairies and matt . really , they're just overprotective of one another as fairies .

apologies and some hunk tears were shed and a very pleasant teatime occured , albeit late in the afternoon .

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epilogue - soon after , a little magical queen decided that he could stay , and he gladly did .

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note - IS HUNK REALLY SO UNPOPULAR THAT HE DOESNT HAVE A TAG ?? :"""""///// NOT TAGGING SHIPS BECAUSE ITS VERY LITTLE AND UH

Its 0016 so thats why i didnt put the ending apology also i donT KNOW HOW SO YEAH END BYEBYE AAAAAA

Damn 30 tags aight then

Goodnight !!

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〚TWENTY SEVEN〛

"Not to be rude, but you're literally so wrong. Like, your argument isn't backed up with any evidence nor facts, so you're just spewing absolute bullcrap. Get your stupid opinions out of my face, Jeon." Jimin snapped.

"Dude, all I said was pecan pie is the best kind of pie-" Jungkook started.

"Apple pie exists!!!" Jimin snapped.

"I mean," Jin said, the three of them walking down the sports hall, all sweaty and kinda gross after football practice. "Pumpkin pie is in the top of my list,"

Jimin was ready to attack, but then they heard a fourth addition. "You guys are all wrong. Pie is only good when it has meat in it, and that's plain facts." Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked to the side and caught him walking along with them, and smiled.

"Ugh, classic carnivore. Pies are only good when they're sweet!" Jimin said, and Taehyung snickered.

"V's not wrong. I rather eat 12 salami pies before an apple pie-" Jin began, and Jimin hit him, while Taehyung burst out laughing.

"Jin, I'm pretty sure I've seen you eat 12 salami pies," Jungkook said, and then saw Taehyung looked at him. "What?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung looked away.

"Nothing." He said, and Jungkook rose his eyebrow. Why was Taehyung acting weird?

Yugyeom walked up to them, walking beside Jungkook. "Hey Kook, you know that picture you posted on your Instagram yesterday?" Yugyeom asked, and Jungkook saw Taehyung tense up. "Where'd you get that sweater from? It looked coo-" "Stop asking weird shit, Yugyeom." Taehyung snapped and then jogged away.

Jin frowned. "What's up his ass?"

"Not Jungkook, that's for sure," Jimin mumbled, and Jungkook elbowed him in the stomach.

"I got it from- um- I don't know. Some store. Say, what's up with V?" Jungkook asked, and Yugyeom ruffled Jungkook's hair mindlessly.

"He's always a bitch to you, so nothing's new," Jimin said, and Jungkook hummed. The four of them walked till the changing rooms. Jungkook was laughing at something Jimin and Jin was arguing about for the nth time as they walked into the boys changing room.

Jungkook was giggling with Yugyeom, and the loud chatter was so common he didn't realize, but when everyone quietened down, he remembered. Jungkook looked around and saw all the boys standing in the changing room, in the middle of changing, and gulped. "Sorry- I- um- forgot." Jungkook stammered quickly. He rushed to the bench to grab his bag and pick it up. He heard a sigh.

"Seriously, are we really doing this?" Jimin said, and Jin hummed. "You guys are a bunch of pussies,"

Jungkook whispered it's okay, don't worry into Jimin's ear, and then rushed out of the boys changing room. He walked out and sighed. He didn't feel like walking all the way back to his dorm and then changing and showering and then going to the art room for his work. He rather just change and go straight to the art room.

But going to the girl's room felt so humiliating. Especially since Taehyung only stood up for him once and never again, and the coach wouldn't allow Jimin or Jin to go into the girls' room. It was bullshit. Just because he was gay, too.

Jungkook took a deep breath and built up the courage to put his hand on the bright purple door and push it open. When he did, his eyes widened.

Four girls were sitting around the benches and floor. One of them with curlers in her hair, one with her hair in a towel, one with her wet hair falling to the floor, and the fourth straightening her hair. They had nothing on but bathrobes on. They screamed, and so did Jungkook.

"Oh my god-" Jungkook let out, and then closed the door. "Oh my god- I'm so sorry! I didn't realize!!! I didn't know you guys were in there!! I-" Jungkook rambled, hearing one of the girls yell fucking creep!

"Wait- it's Jungkook! I thought it was some other random dude! Jungkook, what're you doing coming in here anyway?" One of the girls, Lisa, asked

"The- um- the football guys don't want me changing in their room. Because I'm gay..." Jungkook mumbled softly, and then there was a small pause, and he heard the girls let out an awwwww.

"That's literally the meanest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. Come inside!! You can change in here." One of them said.

"I-I can?" Jungkook asked, confused. "I probably shouldn't. That'll be weird-"

"You're gay, it's fine. We love the gays."

Jungkook hummed and then opened the door, seeing the girls sitting there. Jungkook recognized the girls, he'd seen them walking around in the group before. He's pretty sure they're part of the cheerleading squad. Lisa, Jisoo, Rose, and Jennie. They all smiled brightly at him.

Jungkook closed the door behind him and gulped. "This is weird..."

"Yeah, because you're still in those sweaty yucky football clothes! Go take a shower, wear a bathrobe, and then come sit with us. Ooh- use the third shower to the right- it has warm water.." Jisoo said, and Jungkook's mouth went dry.

"Yeah- um- okay. Sure." Jungkook said quickly. What the fuck am I doing, Jungkook wondered as he rushed into the shower area. This was weird. He shouldn't be doing it- but he doesn't really have anywhere else to go. And the girls were being kind of nice, he guesses.

So Jungkook quickly took a shower (using the mango scented shower gel) and then put on the bathrobe and walked outside. The girls were still sitting around. "Do you guys just hang out here?"

"Yeah, all the time. It's so great. There's nice soaps and oils and facemasks. Plus, there's a cupboard full of straighteners and nail polishes and- oh my god. Jungkook, you need to let me curl your hair." Lisa said. Before Jungkook could speak, someone else did.

"Wait, oh my gosh, your skin is amazing! It's so dewy and you have, like, 0 acne! I love it. Here, try this aloe vera scrub. It's homemade." Jisoo said.

"Can I paint your toenails baby blue? That is so your color-"

Jungkook was getting a little overwhelmed with the abundance of kind words being thrown at him, so he gulped, and took a little time to think. The boys are assholes, but these girls were being really sweet and he honestly really needed a little bit of refreshment.

"Yeah, sure," Jungkook said, and then sat down beside them.

Before Jungkook knew it, he had some weird green scrub on his face (he had to let it sit for 15 minutes) and Rose was painting his toenails baby blue, and Lisa was sat behind him curling his hair.

"I mean, it's just stupid, you know. One second they're super nice, and the next minute, they're complete assholes! Boys are the worst." Jungkook said, and Jisoo put her hand up.

"Preach, sister."

"I know exactly what you mean," Jennie said, arching her back. She hadn't spoken much throughout. "You're close friends with V, right?" Jennie asked, and Jungkook hummed.

"V's the absolute worst guy ever. Such a fuckboy. And girls fall for him anyway! It doesn't add up. I mean, it kind of does. He's really hot." Rose said.

"He is. I hate that. Why are douchebags like him so attractive?" Lisa asked, groaning.

"They're douchebags because they're attractive."

"Do you think he's hot, Jungkook?" Jisoo asked, and Jungkook's breath hitched. The girls were looking at him. "Yeah... Kind of... I-I think he's the most attractive guy in the school." Jungkook said softly, and the girls giggled.

"Same!" They said, and Jungkook smiled a little. Something about it was weirdly comforting.

"You know about that weird stage he went through before the holidays? For a week, when he hooked up with like 13 girls? I can't believe I slept with him. I hate myself." Jennie mumbled, and Rose giggled.

"He messaged me at 2 am on Snapchat. I knew instantly he would ask for nudes, so I said no before he could even get into it." Rose said, and Lisa high-fived her.

Jennie brought out her phone which dinged with a new message. When she saw it, she gasped. All the girls and Jungkook looked at her with confusion. Her eyes were widened, jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. God." Jennie said, and the girls smiled. Jungkook wondered why they smiled at that, but then realized it's because there was gossip.

"What happened?"

"Yeri just told me that Irene told her that Wendy saw that Dahyun found a note in her locker from Momo because Tzuyu got a message from Mina who's close friends with Eka saying that V was fucking her while looking at a picture of Jungkook!" Jennie said, and all the girls gasped. Jungkook's eyes widened.

"Wait- wait- what?" Jungkook let out, not catching all of that. "Wait- V saw a picture of-?" Jungkook began, and Jennie nodded. "While having sex with-?" Jungkook continued, and Jennie nodded. "But he's-......?" Jungkook let out and then gasped wildly, hands going over his mouth.

"That doesn't make sense! How does Eka know it's him?" Lisa asked.

"Well, Yeri told me that when Irene explained it to her-" Jennie began, and Jungkook felt heightened.

"Skip the fucking details!" Jungkook snapped, and Jennie's eyes widened. "She went on his phone and saw he was on your latest Instagram post when he- ew- ejaculated in her- god, that's gross." Jennie shivered, and Jungkook's fingers gripped around the bench.

"Wow! You know what that means, right??" Rose said, and then snickered. Jungkook hummed, biting his lip. "It means V doesn't like Eka at all! He was scrolling down his Instagram while having sex with her! That's kind of sad."

"Yeah, totally," Jungkook said softly, but his mind was whirring endlessly.

"Personally, I think V can do better. I mean they both are people who love sleeping around- but V's decent sometimes. Eka's just mean all the time."

Jungkook was spacing out. Taehyung wasn't just scrolling through his feed. This was no accident. This was done on purpose.

Taehyung found his picture more orgasmic than his own girlfriend. Now that's something.

Jungkook grinned to himself, kind of wicked. Taehyung's so not over Jungkook. Not if he has to use Jungkook to have sex with his girlfriend. God, how disgusting. How utterly disgusting; and yet, Jungkook felt more powerful than he ever has.

He's going to fuck shit up.

The door of the girl's changing room opened. "God, Jeon, you're taking forever- AAAH!" Jimin yelled when he saw the girls, and the girls all screamed and the door closed.

"Fuck off, Park! Straight boys aren't allowed!" Jennie shouted, and Jimin paled while standing outside.

"What's going on?" Jackson asked, walking out of the guys changing room with the rest of his friends.

"Jungkook's in the girl's changing room with Jennie, Jisoo, Rose, and Lisa. I accidentally walked in. The girls are in bathrobes and stuff. I'm pretty sure I saw Rose's boobs-" Jimin said, voice parched.

The boys' eyes widened, and Jimin heard Mark gasp. "Jungkook's fucking lucky."

"Aw man, I wish I was gay," Jackson whined.

"He's in there? With them? What the hell- that's not fair! He gets to see girls in nothing but towels-" Yoongi grumbled, and Jin hit him on the head.

"You guys are sick," Taehyung said while walking past them. He walked away, and so did the rest of the boys. Jimin began walking away with Yugyeom and Bambam, cheeks kind of red.

"Holy shit!" Bambam said, looking at his phone. Yugyeom looked at him in concern, and Bambam's eyes were widened. "Hyungwon just told me that Jennie told him that Yeri told her that Irene told her that Wendy told her that-" Bambam started, and Yugyeom frowned.

"What is it?" Yugyeom snapped, cutting him short.

"Apparently V was on his phone while having sex with Eka- looking at Jungkook's recent Instagram post. That's so funny. Was he that bored? God, that's what Eka gets for calling me a fag." Bambam said, and Yugyeom snickered.

Jimin's eyes widened. Oh boy. He turned around.

Jungkook ran out of the girls changing room, dressed in normal clothes now. He was breathing heavily. Jimin looked at him with big eyes.

"Oh my god," Jimin said.

"You know?" Jungkook asked.

"I know," Jimin said.

Jungkook walked up to him. "You know what this means, right?"

"It means he thinks of you while fucking his girlfriend," Jimin snapped, and Jungkook grinned.

"Thank god, at least one person. I mean, what the fuck?! How dare he! He's an asshole to me, and yet he- I'm going to kill him." Jungkook said, and Jimin grabbed his arm.

"Don't!" Jimin said, and then put his hands on Jungkook's shoulders. "Jungkook, do you know what this means? You have a thing over him now. V's always been the one who's had the advantage over you. Now there's something you can dangle in front of his face- ew, that sounds wrong." Jimin mumbled.

Jungkook gasped. "Wait- you're right! I can use this against him!"

"Yes! You know what to do. Let's say it together." Jimin said, and they both nodded. Jimin whispered one, two, three, and then;

"You talk things through and sort everything out."

"I pretend to want to sleep with him and then break his heart."

Both said it at the same time, and Jungkook grinned at his idea. "Yes! That's what I'm going to do!!" Jungkook exclaimed, and Jimin frowned.

"Umm... I'm not sure that's a good idea, Jeon. Don't break his heart! That's kind of mean, isn't it?" Jimin said, and Jungkook scoffed.

"Kind of mean is him calling me his beautiful angel baby for 8 whole weeks and then making out with girls in front of my face because he's so deep in denial. Kind of mean is him texting me all of winter break and then pretending I don't exist once school starts. Kind of mean is him being an asshole to me even though I'm nothing but nice-"

"I get it!" Jimin snapped but then sighed. "I still don't think you should do this, Kooks. Two wrongs don't make a right. Personally, I think you should sit down with him, discuss this, explain your side, let him explain his side, and then maybe you can go ahead with-"

"Shut it, church boy. I'm doing this, I don't care. I'm allowed to be the bad guy for once. I've dealt with enough shit this year. It's my turn to be the mean bitch. It's my turn to be Regina George. It's my turn to be-"

"Jesus Christ, Jungkook. How much time did you spend in there with those girls?" Jimin exasperated, and Jungkook sighed.

"I don't know. But my toenails are painted blue, my face feels really hydrated, and- Rose has a crush on you. K, I'm gonna go do art and fix this plan of mine. Bye." Jungkook said, and then walked away.

"She what?" Jimin let out and then widened his eyes, zoning out. "Holy shit."

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Jungkook walked towards the art room to finish his work which was due tomorrow. While walking towards it, he heard some voices coming from the janitor's closet. Now, Jungkook's no eavesdropper- but this new Boss Bitch mood he's been in for the past few minutes really got him worked up. So he stood by the door.

"-so he's not even your friend?" Jungkook heard Eka say.

"No! He's not! I don't give a shit about Jungkook, why are you asking?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook felt his stomach scrunch up.

"No reason! I was planning to have a party and needed to know who to invite." Eka said quickly, and Jungkook scoffed to himself. Liar.

"Okay. Don't invite Jungkook. Just- don't. You can invite Jimin. Maybe. Not Yugyeom at all. If you invite Youngjae I'll kill myse-"

"Okay, okay. Just make out with me. I need to go." Eka whisper snapped, and Jungkook heard Taehyung snicker.

They probably began making out, so Jungkook stepped away, deciding to walk towards the art room. Asshole, Bitch, Old ass looking hair looking headass. Jungkook didn't like Taehyung right now, not even a little.

He was so obviously lying to Eka! And she probably knew he was! Jungkook just didn't understand why Taehyung was so in denial! It's disturbing how much he repressed everything.

This only made Jungkook want to wreck him further.

Jungkook walked into the art room and saw one or two more people there, with earphones in, brushing on a canvas. Jungkook felt a bit of relief at the comfort of the room, how quiet it was. He set his bag down and brought out his canvas, propping it on the table. Jungkook took out a pot of red paint, a brush, and a bowl of water to finish the painting.

Jungkook began dragging the brush down the end of the canvas. Jungkook wanted to ensure Taehyung realized how wrong his continuous denial was.

Jungkook flicked the brush to the side, dragging a red line across the painting. Jungkook wanted to make him realize every mistake he made.

Jungkook stopped the brush there, lapping the brush on the same spot for a few seconds. Jungkook wanted to hurt Taehyung like he hurt Jungkook.

Jungkook picked his brush up, seeing the red line he'd made, seeing how it made his painting look better now. He grinned. Probably looked fucking manic, he couldn't care less.

Oh, Jungkook was going to break Taehyung, alright. Going to break him like that. He'll never see it coming.

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andrewmoocow · 7 years ago

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Gravity Soul chapter 7: The Excalibur Filler, Are We All Fools? (originally posted on April 21, 2018)

AN: Last time on Gravity Soul, our heroes begin their search for Pacifica but suddenly an old enemy of Maka and company makes her dastardly debut! After a hard-fought battle, Medusa splits the team apart and sends them tumbling towards different parts of the forest. The team consisting of the Stan twins, Wendy, Death the Kid and his Demon Weapons the Thompsons find themselves upon a particular cave where they meet a certain annoying Holy Sword. Hilarity ensues. 6-15-15-12-19!

"Ugh my head, where are we?" Stan groaned rubbing his head as he got up from his fall. "Anyone okay here? Use the hand signal if yes!" Suddenly Ford rose up shaking his head as well. "Now what was that signal again?" the scientist wondered. "Oh, I know!" Patty cried getting up. Rather than making an OK symbol, she clapped her hands, formed her hand into a peace symbol, then into an OK symbol before putting it over her eyes. "I think that was the "I can see your underwear" one." "Dammit, be serious everyone!" Ford exclaimed in frustration. "No egghead, she's right. Your underwear is showing!" Liz stated pointing to his pants, in which they began to drop down a bit. "Oh my goodness, thanks for the heads up!" Ford hastily pulled them up and secured them with his belt. "Now where are we?" "I think we're somewhere near a cave." Wendy guessed pointing at one hidden behind a waterfall and a few bushes here and there. Although it did look gorgeous, there was still the task at hand. "Do you think it might lead us to something useful?" Death the Kid asked examining the cave entrance. "I dunno, let's get in there!" Stan began marching into the cave with the others following close behind, except for Kid who was clinging onto a nearby tree branch. "Hey, this is no time to climb up trees!" "No, I simply refuse to walk into that cave. I'll get wet." Kid stated continuing to grab onto the branch. "Okay then, climb onto my back." Wendy offered. The young shinigami complied leaping down and jumping onto the redhead's back before they finally proceeded. "I have a bad feeling about this." he said.

Traversing further into the cave, the team felt an air of mystery surround them as if something fantastic would await them. But Kid on the other hand felt a heavy amount of deja vu smack him in the face as he watched the fairies fly about. "Something seems awfully familiar about this cave." he mused trying his hardest not to fall off of Wendy. "Almost like we are in for a world of pure obnoxiousness." "Oh please Stripes, I got enough of that from Gideon last summer." Stan sneered smacking a fairy onto his back. "But we seem to be close, these winged things seem to be spreading." Suddenly one fairy flew before them with a benign expression on her face. "Greetings travelers, what happens to bring you here?" "Yeah Crysta, you know where we can find something that can help us kill a merged monstrosity?" Wendy asked. The fairy's face then contorted before them, her eyes darting to one side, gritted teeth showing, her nose completely vanishing only leaving behind the nostrils and wrinkles appearing all over before she flew away in a hurry. "Wait a minute Kid, didn't you and Black Star make that face before?" Ford asked Kid, who was now frozen in fear. "Oh no, not him! Anyone but him again!" he began panicking before making his decision. "That is it, we are leaving right now!" He then leaped off of Wendy not even caring about getting wet and stomped back towards the cave entrance before Stan grabbed him by the shirt collar. "Oh no you don't squirt, you're coming with us whether you like it or not!" he yelled dragging him through the water while Liz and Patty led the way. "I already told you I'd get wet!" the symmetry-obsessed boy cried. "Who cares, we are finding this whatsit and getting outta here!" Finally making it to a domed chamber with a small stone platform in the middle and a sword implanted in it, Stan immediately got excited. "Neato, a sword! We could definitely use one of these!" he cried walking onto the platform and pulling on the weapon. "Good grief this is tough! Someone give me a lift here!" he called before Ford stepped up and grabbed the handle of the sword as well. "Now what could a sword be doing here?" "Yo when you get that out, can I have it as a souvenir?" Wendy asked. "No Wendy, no one's taking it as a souvenir unless you value your sanity!" Kid shouted pointing at her before trying to make a mad dash for the brothers. "DOOOO-OOOON'T PUUUU-UUULL IIIII-IIITTTT!" But he was too late. Stan and Ford finally pulled the sword free and it shone heavenly upon them. "CONGRATULATIONS TRAVELERS! I AM EXCALIBUR, THE GREATEST AND MOST STRONGEST WEAPON OF ALL!" a voice boomed for everyone to hear. "AS A REWARD FOR PULLING ME FROM THE STONE, I SHALL NAME ONE OF YOU MY NEW MEISTER!" The light descended upon the twins and gave way to reveal a small white creature standing before them. The creature had no mouth to speak of, his only facial features being a rather long nose and a pair of eyes staring blankly at the Pines. He wore a white top hat on his head with a matching frilled ruff & jacket and held a cane in his non-existent hand. "That's it, this is Excalibur?! Kinda expected him to be taller!" Stan commented trying to hold back laughter while his brother gazed in awe. "I cannot believe it, the sword of King Arthur himself, and we pulled it out of the stone!" "FOOL!" Excalibur shouted spooking the twins. "Why yes, I am indeed Excalibur, the strongest weapon in the world formerly wielded by King Arthur. And I see you've brought an old friend too." He then turned his gaze to Kid, already cringing at the sight of him. "Please Excalibur, I insist that I interview you!" Ford exclaimed dropping to his knees in excitement. "I want all the details, like Merlin, the Knights of the Round Table, the Holy Grail-" "FOOL! You're asking too much sir." the sword stated smacking Ford with his cane, making his nose jiggle. "So what makes you so afraid of him Kid? Other than actually being pretty rude." Wendy asked. "He must have some kind of latent power to incite anger in those he comes across!" Kid deduced pounding his fist into his palm. "Plus, he is of course disgustingly obnoxious. But I don't know what he is doing here, he's supposed to be in the Eternal Cave." "Why this is my summer home, it is very nice this time of year." Excalibur stated spinning around in a circle. "Now then my six-fingered muchacho, you said you wanted to hear my story?" he asked pointing his cane at Ford. "Why yes! Please tell us sir." Ford sat down on the platform and began listening intently to the sword's tale while the others did their own thing. "My legend dates back to the 12th century. It began on an intensely hot midsummer's day. Wait, it was a chilly autumn's day..."

"Grunkle Stan, Ford, Wendy, Kid! Where are you?" Dipper called for the aforementioned people as he, Mabel, Waddles, Maka, Soul and Crona scoured the forest for them. "They couldn't have gone far. We gotta get them back before we can continue on to Kishin Cipher." Maka declared. "Yeah but at this rate, what chance do we have? I mean, we've seen how strong Medusa's gotten thanks to him!" Soul replied. "Chances are whatever else he's gonna throw at us is gonna waste our asses!" "Don't say that Soul," Crona said. "even if the odds are against us, I know we can win in the end." he said before Ragnarok interjected. "Now that's my boy! You've grown much braver!" he shouted harshly rubbing his head. "Hey, stop it Ragnarok!" "But how can we contact anyone else now? She destroyed our flashlight and now we're separated from the others." Mabel wondered before she suddenly got an idea. "Wait, I think I have a sweater for that!" She took off her current shooting star sweater before swapping it with a lightbulb design that actually functioned as a light source when she pressed it. "Wow, that's really efficient!" Maka exclaimed. "Though don't you think it might become a fire hazard?" "No, it's a fun hazard." Mabel boldly declared. "Now let's get the band back together!" She raced off deeper into the woods before the others followed in hot pursuit. "We're coming guys!"

In another dark part of the forest, Soos, Melody, McGucket and Stein were trying to find a way out while Spirit panicked for his daughter. "Oh what am I going to do?! What if my little Maka is hurt or even dead?! This forest is just so dangerous, there could be predators or criminals out here!" Suddenly his worrying was silenced by Blair. "Oh don't worry big guy, I'm sure Maka's group is fine!" the sexy Monster Cat assured him. "Besides, she's still super strong!" "Oh thanks Blair." Spirit gratefully thanked her. "By the way, why were you so quiet lately?" he asked. "I dunno, I just couldn't find the right thing to say." Meanwhile Soos and Stein were trying to contact the others. "So what do you suppose we do doc?" the former handyman asked. "Why don't we just use the flashlight?" Melody suggested. "That is a great idea Ms. Melody. In fact, I'll try it right now." Stein pulled out the tool and turned it on for about a few seconds before it suddenly flickered out and died. "What the?!" "Sorry 'bout that dude, but if it makes you feel any better I packed spare batteries!" Soos tried to cheer him up by sifting through his backpack but finding no spares. "Oh right, I used up most of them for my radio." He pulled out a radio and turned on some music. "Am I blanchin'? Girl we blanchin'! I live up in a mansion!" "That actually is quite catchy, but let us not distract ourselves." Stein stated. "I suggest we sit here and wait until someone finds us." Just as he spoke, they spotted a faint light in the distance, which upon further inspection turned out to come from a sweater Mabel was wearing as Dipper, Maka, Soul, Crona and Waddles followed her. "Soos, Dr. Stein!" "Dudes! You're safe!" Soos cried scooping the twins in his arms. "Thought we lost you there." he said before Melody joined in on the hug and Blair glomped Soul. "I've missed you too Soul! I was worried you were hurt something fierce or-" "MAKA CHOP!" Maka screamed slapping Soul silly. "Okay, enough stalling. Now we need to find the others and proceed on our mission." Dipper stated. "Let's move out everyone!" With that, the nearly reassembled crew set off to find the other members.

"The one thousand provisions of the Holy Sword Excalibur. #618. When ordering food at a restaurant, always ask for many plates of breadsticks." Team Stan and Excalibur were now sitting at a fancy restaurant calmly waiting for their waiter to arrive. "So you brought us here to this place just so you can get some breadsticks?" Stan asked before the stereotypically French waiter arrived at their table. "Allo allo allo, vat can I get you?" "Okay, I'll have some linguini with a side of tea, Earl Grey, hot." Ford stated. "My scoundrel of a brother here will take some ratatouille. Our dark-haired companion and his fair maidens shall have the escargot, symmetrical of course and finally Ms. Corduroy will have the beef bourguignon." "Anything else mousier?" the waiter asked jotting down their order. "No, I think that's it." Wendy said before Excalibur hit her with his cane. "FOOL! You forgot one thing." he declared. "All right fine. The little guy here will take some breadsticks." "Make that 20 plates of breadsticks garcon." the Holy Sword added. "Mon dieu, that many?!" the waiter gasped. "Oh well, I shall make a note of it." He walked away leaving the patrons at their table. "Seriously, twenty breadsticks? Isn't that a little excessive?" Liz asked before she got a cane to the face. "FOOL! Nothing is too excessive." "I don't want to know what the bill will be like." Kid deadpanned. "Once they come with it, I suggest we say thanks for the food then run for it." Stan suggested. "#202. I can only accept the grandest of toilets." "Are you done yet Excalibur?! Other people need to go too!" Stan cried pounding on the door of a large duck where the sword did his business. "In fact, how can a guy like him go to the john when he doesn't have a hoo-ha or uh-oh?" "I can't take it anymore Grunkle Stan! I have to go now!" Dipper cried behind him doing a potty dance. "Just go behind a tree kid, simple as that!" "I get he wants his privacy," Ford stated standing before the duck. "but isn't this a bit much?" As it turned out, the duck had taken up a small part of Gravity Falls. "#75, Excalibur's birthday, which is everyday by the way, shall be celebrated in grand style." "Wait, everyday?! You must be like really old then!" Wendy exclaimed. "So what kind of cake do you prefer?" Stan asked looking over a catalogue of confectionary treats. "Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, banana, carrot, coconut, devil's food-" Suddenly Excalibur cut him off. "All of the above! It is my birthday after all."

"Black Star? Tsubaki?" Dipper called out for the ninja and his weapon. "Gideon?! Where are you guys?!" "Should we search for Stan and Kid first?" McGucket inquired crawling behind them. "You know, you've got a good point McG. Why don't we find them first?" Mabel responded. "We'll save them for last. Right now we need to get Team #4 back." Dipper stated. "Yeah but aren't we going out of order? Three comes before four y'know." Soos added. "Ditto." Soul replied. "Okay, change of plans. We'll find Stan, Ford and Kid first then Black Star and Gideon." the boy changed his mind and looked onward. "But where could they be?" Suddenly they heard a faint voice singing. "Excalibur, Excalibur! From the United King, I'm looking for heaven, I'm going to California!" the voice crooned. "What is that?" Maka wondered. "I think I know that voice from anywhere." Stein announced before his face distorted in disgust. "It's Excalibur." "Wait, the Excalibur?! As in King Arthur's sword?!" Dipper exclaimed cheerfully. "Please, I have got to see it in person, I just have to!" Just then, Stein simply commanded him to stop talking. "I admire your enthusiasm Dipper, but just so you know Excalibur can be very abrasive which explains why he doesn't have too many Meisters." "Yeah I have to agree dude, that face he made really gives me a bad feeling about this." Soos agreed with the strongest Meister before attempting to imitate the Excalibur face. "Y'know for some reason I can't make it myself." he stated. "Well we got no time to waste, let's find the others and get back on track!" Melody declared walking away from the group before the others followed her.

"#452, attendance of my five-hour story telling party is absolutely mandatory." Every character that has and will eventually appear in this story were now gathered around Excalibur while he told a story that went on for quite a while. As he continued narrating, the audience grew smaller over time until only Ford and Dipper were left. "That is all!" the sword declared to his two-man audience applauding his tale.

"Now if I were a wrinkly old man in a dark forest, where would I be?" Gideon pondered as he, Ghost Eyes, Black Star and Tsubaki searched the woods for the rest of the Mystery Meisters. "Probably taking a whiz, what else?" Black Star answered. "Or perhaps he just gave up and went back to the Shack." Ghost Eyes added. "I don't really think so guys. Mr. Pines may be old, but he most certainly isn't a quitter." Tsubaki disagreed with them. "Besides, did you see how he fought Medusa?! And he's only like fifty-something years old!" "Yep, a fifty-something year old man who found a way to ruin my reputation last summer." Gideon snarked before he pulled out their flashlight and flickered it twice to signal help. Suddenly it began to give out and finally died. "Uh, did we pack any batteries?" "Actually, I think Soos used up most of them." Black Star guessed before he randomly bumped straight into Soul, who was already with the twins, Maka and Crona. "Wait, Soul?!" he exclaimed staring at his friend. "Black Star?" "SOUL!" Black Star cried as the two ran towards each other with tears in their eyes and cherry blossom petals flying around before hugging tightly, still crying. "I thought you were a goner bro!" the last of the Star Clan sobbed. "Me too buddy!" Suddenly, the two of them were shot in the head by none other than Death the Kid. "Oops, finger slipped again. My mistake." "Kid? Then that must mean..." Mabel gasped before her great uncles and Wendy came into view behind him. "Hey kids, sorry it took so long." Stan nervously apologized before Dipper and Mabel rushed into their arms. "We were worried sick, where were you two?" the alpha twin asked. "Well we found this cave that had all these little fairies and this little annoying thing in a hat." Stan replied. "Oh look, here he comes now!" "Wait, little annoying thing in a hat? Oh no!" Black Star panicked before he found none other than Excalibur stepping out of the night shadows of the forest. "Long time no see!" the sword benignly greeted the party. "OH HELL NOOOOO!" Black Star screamed at the top of his lungs, echoing throughout the forest before Tsubaki stuck her hand over her partner's mouth. "Be quiet Black Star, Kishin Cipher could still be watching us." "So why did you bring him with you?!" Black Star demanded incredulously removing his weapon's hand and glaring at Black Star. "FOOL!" Excalibur shouted as usual. "Why it's actually the other way around. In exchange for learning my 1000 provisions, I would help your companions find you guys and here we are." "I can't believe it, the very Excalibur wielded by King Arthur! I have like a jillion questions for you!" Dipper exclaimed getting incredibly excited before he finally collapsed. "Hey Dipper, you all right?" Wendy asked waking him up. "Oh I'm fine Wendy. So how was meeting Excalibur." And that was when she, Stan, Ford and Kid all made the Excalibur face. "Painful." they answered. "And I guess we're pretty much stuck with him." Liz added transforming back into her human form. "And trust me, I've dealt with Patty's childishness and Kid's disorders to know how to survive this." "No time to waste everyone, let's find Pacifica!" Patty shouted transforming as well and pointing onward. "Yes, follow me everyone!" Excalibur exclaimed letting his cane lead the way. "For your information Excalibur, Dipper and I are supposed to be the leaders." Maka stated before she got a whack to the head from the Holy Sword. "FOOL! I actually know this town from top to bottom for some reason, so let me be the leader." As the Mystery Meisters dreadfully followed the Holy Sword onward to the former Northwest Mansion, a wolflike creature with a frog perched on its head watched them from behind a tree, its left eye glowing a hellish red and fangs showing as it snarled.

"Master Kishin Cipher, the enemy has now been led astray. There is no doubt your master plan will go uninterrupted." Medusa reported back to a large sack hanging under the hole in the roof before a crystal ball appeared from out of nowhere and showed the Mystery Meisters now reunited and on their way. "I greatly apologize for failing you oh great God of Weirdness and Madness, please tell me what I should do to redeem myself." There was dead silence until Kishin Cipher telepathically installed a new order within the witch's mind. "Understood." she accepted and walked over to the now lowered cage containing Pacifica Northwest. "Wake up little one." The former rich girl awoken and rubbed her eyes to find the witch towering over her with a cold frown on her face. "W-what are you going to do with me?" she whimpered curling up into a ball and trying to scoot away from her. "Why it's simple Llama," Medusa answered, her stoic expression turning into a manic grin. "we're going to prepare you.”

And that was Chapter 7, the aptly named Excalibur chapter! Just what is Medusa going to prepare Pacifica for and will our brave band of heroes save her in time while surviving Excalibur?! Find out on the next chapter of Gravity Soul! Review or I'll take your soul.

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The Six Senses - Chapter 1: Shake the Blinds

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I actually posted a snippet of this first chapter on here, but didn’t really do much with it after. Yesterday, I randomly got inspired to work on it again, and ended up finishing this chapter, coming up with a title, and even working on chapter names. Don’t worry, I’m still working on “Stan-at-Home”, but I thought you guys deserved a fic chapter of some sort while I slowly chip away at it.

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Summary: A shady company turns its eye towards the rare humans born with psychic abilities, and kidnaps them as infants on the day they are born. Only three people have ever escaped. On August 31, 1999, two newborns are taken from Piedmont, California. Two men, determined to bring the newborns home, find themselves back at the company that stole their childhood. Their names: Stanley and Stanford.

The evening wind will shake the blinds You're stirring from your slumber We've got something hateful on our minds - The Mountain Goats, “Alpha Rats Nest”

1999

The phone rang. Stan let out a loud groan. He blindly slammed his hand down in the general direction the noise was coming from. His fingers finally grabbed the phone, and he put the receiver near his ear.

“Uh-huh?” His voice was thick from sleep.

It’s a miracle I was even able to get out those two syllables.

“Stanley, sorry to wake you.” Stan frowned. He recognized that voice.

“Stanford? Surprised you’re actually using a phone,” Stan said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Instead of getting ahold of me through the usual way.”

“Yes well, the usual way has its downsides. One of them being that I can’t let others talk to you. And there is someone here that you need to speak to.”

“Uh-huh? And who’s that?”

“Our older brother.” Stan’s heart suddenly began to race.

“Wait, older brother? You- you actually managed to track down our family?” Stan asked, startled out of sleepiness. Ford chuckled softly.

“It certainly took me long enough. By the way, found out our last name, too.”

“What is it?”

“Pines,” Ford said, in a tone that suggested he was still getting used to the concept of having a last name. Stan mouthed the name himself, hoping for yet at the same time dreading a connection to this, one of the few remnants of the life he could have led. “Regardless, Mr. Pines-” Stan snorted.

“Can’t really take you seriously there Sixer.”

“Mm, it doesn’t feel familiar, does it?”

“Nope. Not at all.”

“Well, regardless, Stan, our older brother wanted to talk to you. Here he is.” There was a shuffling over the line. Stan swung his feet over the side of the bed, putting himself into a bit more formal position. Something that suited meeting a long-lost brother better.

Not wearing pants, though.

“Stanley?” a voice said. Stan’s heart, which had slowed down somewhat, began to pick up in pace again.

“Yeah, it’s- it’s me.”

“Holy Moses, I- Mom and Pops, they told me that you and Stanford were lost. Stillbirths. Never thought I’d hear your voice.”

“I’m in a similar boat here.”

“Yeah, I suppose you are. Anyways, my, uh, my name is Sherman. But please, call me Shermie.”

“Shermie. You got it.”

I have an older brother named Sherman Pines.

“And this- this is all going to sound awful but, uh, Stanford got a hold of me at a pretty pivotal moment.” Shermie let out a dry laugh. “I mean, the first time I meet you guys, and it’s to ask you a favor.”

“Uh, I dunno what sorta favor I could do for you. Not exactly rolling high here,” Stan said, eyeing his too-small apartment.

“This doesn’t have anything to do with money. It has to do with, well, the way you grew up. Both you and Stanford.”

“Whattaya mean?”

“The company,” Shermie said quietly. Stan’s blood ran cold. “You and Stanford, you know them better than anyone. Hell, you’re the only people that ever managed to get away from them. I need your help to find them.”

“You don’t wanna find the company,” Stan said in a low tone. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Even mentioning the company made him feel like there were eyes on him.

“No, I do. I have to.”

“Why?”

“They took my grandkids.”

“Your…what?”

“My grandkids. Mabel and Mason. Twins. They were born a couple days ago. And now they’re gone. Caleb – my son – he says he saw a suspicious van leave the hospital, around the same time his kids disappeared. I talked to Stanford, and he says that the description of the van matches what the company uses. I need to find the company. I can’t let Caleb lose his kids.” Stan rubbed his face.

“I- I get that.”

I have a niece and nephew? Well, I’ve at least got a nephew, as well as whatever you call your brother’s grandkids.

“But the company, it-” Stan started. He broke off upon feeling a familiar nudge in the back of his mind. “…Stanford agreed already, didn’t he?”

“Yes. He said he wanted to take down the company anyways. This way, he could kill two birds with one stone. And he says he needs your help.”

“No shit he needs my help.” Stan groaned. “Okay, fine. I’m not gonna promise anything, but I’ll at least come to talk to you guys in person.”

“Thank you, Stanley. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah.”

“It- it was really nice to meet you, even if it was just over the phone,” Shermie said. Stan smiled despite himself.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you too, Shermie.” There was more rustling over the line as Shermie handed it back to Ford.

“Thank you for agreeing, Stan,” Ford said quietly.

“Nuh-uh. All I’ve agreed to is to meet you guys. We can talk whether I’m actually gonna do anything after. But, uh, Ford, we won’t be able to take on the company on our own. We’ll need the kid, too.”

“I already spoke to her. The usual way.”

“And what’d she say?”

“That there’s no way in hell she’d ever go back to the company.”

“Can’t really blame her,” Stan said quietly. “She found everything she was missing, right off the bat. I wouldn’t be willing to give it up either.”

“Hmm, well, you knew her better, that’s for sure. I thought she’d jump at the opportunity to take down the people who took everything from her.”

“Well, yeah. Just not in person. You know how she is. She won’t do shit that could draw attention.” Stan leaned back. “I could get a hold of the geek, though, if you think he could help. I mean, he’s not the kid, but he still led the prison break.” He rubbed his forehead. “And he and the kid are pretty close now, right? Maybe he can talk her into helping out.”

“Maybe. If you want, Stan, I could talk to him.”

“Whatever floats your boat, Sixer. But don’t do it the usual way. That freaks him out.”

“Yes…I recall.” There was a pause. “I’ll let you know if I have any updates.”

“The usual way?”

“Yes. The usual way.” Ford hung up the phone. Stan rubbed his eyes.

Let’s see if I can talk any sense into the kid. He dialed a number. The phone rang two times before it was picked up.

“‘S Wendy, who is this?” a high-pitched voice said. Stan felt a grin creep across his face despite his tiredness.

“Wendy, it’s me. Uncle Stan.”

“Uncle Stan!”

“Yep. Is your mom around?”

“No. Yes.”

“Which one?”

“Yes. But Daddy says she needs sleep,” Wendy said. Stan sighed.

“Is the baby being mean to her again?”

“Yeah.”

The issues she’s been having with her pregnancies…did they mess with stuff other than her head? Stan felt that familiar nudge again. No. I don’t wanna know. The nudging grew stronger. Fuck off! The nudging gradually faded away. Damn clairvoyance.

“Uncle Stan?” Wendy said hesitantly. Stan suddenly realized he had been quiet for a while.

“Just tell your mom I called, okay? I wanna talk to her. It’s about- tell her Ford found our older brother, and he needs help.”

“Mama can’t help. Not supposed to walk.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Doctor says the baby is safe. But Mama has to be really careful,” Wendy said solemnly. Stan punched the bridge of his nose.

So even if she was willing to help out, she couldn’t.

“Okay. Just tell your mom I called then. And I said good luck, or congratulations, or whatever. You can pick.”

“Okay!”

She sounded way too happy about that. God, she’s going to tell her I said something weird, isn’t she?

“You take care, kiddo. Have your mom call me back when she gets a chance.”

“‘Kay. Bye, Uncle Stan!”

“Bye, Wendy.” Stan hung up the phone.

The kid’s a no-go. But the geek… He was always pissed about what they did to the kid. Stan chewed his lip thoughtfully. He might be down. He’s got more anger in him than you’d think. Stan rolled back onto his bed and buried his head in the pillow. Whatever. Ford’s gonna handle that. Just get some more sleep before- The alarm clock on his bedside table began to screech. Dammit.

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Stan nursed his beer, watching children play in a park across the street. It had been about half an hour since he’d arrived and sat down at the outdoor table like planned. He was supposed to be meeting Ford and Shermie at this restaurant in Piedmont. But so far, he hadn’t seen either of them.

I mean, maybe I saw Shermie and just didn’t recognize him. Never met the guy, so I don’t know what he looks like. A small girl in the park let out a screech as she tackled another child. Stan felt a smile play at his lips. Cute kids. He let out a sigh. Don’t go down that path, Stan. It’s for the best you didn’t have any. You’re too fucked up to take care of ‘em right. Stan was thankfully brought out of his negative thoughts by a shout.

“Stanley!” Stan looked over. He grinned.

“About time you lazy bums showed up,” Stan said airily. Ford and Shermie finished approaching the table. Stan looked Shermie over. “Since you look just like me and Ford, I’m guessing you’re Shermie?”

“The one and only,” Shermie said jovially. Stan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“You seem kinda…what’s the opposite of intense?”

“Stanley, don’t be rude,” Ford chided. Shermie chuckled.

“It’s fine, Stanford. I know I can be rather mild-mannered. Although I imagine I seem even more so, compared to the two of you,” Shermie said.

“I mean, yeah. You’ve never staged a breakout in your life, have you?”

“No, I haven’t,” Shermie confirmed. He swallowed nervously. “But I want to.” Stan nodded.

“Take a seat, then.” Ford and Shermie sat at the table.

“I have to ask,” Shermie blurted out. Stan rolled his eyes.

“Yes, Shermie, it’s true. I can see the future. And I know stuff I can’t possibly know.” Stan huffed. “It’s more annoying than anything.”

“You try being a telepath, surrounded by people 24/7,” Ford retorted. “You’re never alone when you catch glimpses of everyone’s thoughts.”

“Sorry, I just- I know you’re my brothers and all, but, I-”

“We’re legit, Shermie,” Stan interrupted. Shermie opened his mouth. “Proving it will have to wait. Business first. Gimme the rundown of the situation.”

“My grandkids were kidnapped by the company,” Shermie explained. “I need to get them back. But I’ll need your help to do so.”

“Yeah,” Stan said, glancing back at the children playing in the park again.

“…To what?”

“Yeah, you need to get them back.” A sour expression twisted Stan’s face. “The company can’t be trusted with ‘em.”

“What did the company do to you?” Shermie asked quietly. Ford looked away. Stan took a sudden interest in his drink. “Was- was that rude to ask?”

“I don’t think you really wanna know what the company does to the kids it takes,” Stan said in a low voice. Shermie sat up a bit straighter.

“I do want to know. I need to know.”

“Fine. But you asked.” Stan rubbed a thumb along the label on his beer bottle, trying push back that familiar nudge at the back of his mind. “They weren’t so harsh on me, when they figured out my whole deal. Ford got it rougher. But since he was quiet anyways, didn’t do much other than the telepathic equivalent of passing notes in class, they weren’t as bad as they could have been. Not as bad as they were to the kid.”

“The kid?”

“This girl. They brought her in as a baby, like they always do, when we were about, oh, six or seven?” Ford said. “I was able to communicate with her some before meeting her face-to-face. I knew she started out as a regular, hyper little girl. Stubborn and excited and happy. But then, when she was four, it started. Any time she had a temper tantrum, the lights would flicker. When she cried, things would hit the walls. Her room was next to ours, so we could hear it. They took her away from her room, and hid her behind power dampeners. I couldn’t communicate with her anymore.”

“She was six the first time we actually saw her,” Stan said quietly. “They took us to the playroom. We were basically teens at that point, and didn’t want to spend time in the room with the building blocks and coloring books. But they made us go. And she was in there. Sitting in a corner, holding onto this stuffed animal rabbit like it was the only thing in the world keeping her safe. We were told to talk to her, to socialize. That it would be good for all of us.”

“She didn’t look us in the eye for weeks,” Ford said. “Didn’t say a word for months. It was the same girl that used to live next to us, but she sure didn’t seem like it.”

“Never showed a lick of emotion aside from being scared until the day her family tracked her down and rescued all three of us,” Stan said. “I don’t know what they did to her. I don’t want to know what they did, to break a little girl’s spirit like that.”

“She’s free then, like you?” Shermie asked.

“Yeah. More well-adjusted than either of us, if you’d believe it. Got an education, found herself a family, settled down in some town in Oregon. Lotsa therapy went into fixing things for her. But she’s still not who she should be. Don’t know if she’ll ever be.”

“I take it you’ve been staying in touch,” Shermie said. Stan nodded.

“The kid’s basically our little sister. I care about her. Drove up to visit her a few times even. She’s got a good life now. A husband, a daughter, and a son on the way.”

“They found out the sex?” Ford asked.

“Yup.”

“I’ll bet Dan’s excited it’s a boy.”

“Yeah, he is,” Stan confirmed. He picked at the label on his bottle again. “But the doc put her on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy. This one’s been rough on her, just like the first one.”

“Do you think the company-” Ford started.

“Don’t go there,” Stan said quietly. “I don’t wanna know, and if you ask, I will.”

“You can’t control it?” Shermie asked.

“Sometimes. Most of the time, if it’s something I don’t wanna know, I can push it back. Visions…I don’t get ‘em very often, and when I do, I can’t even move. I just see whatever I’m gonna see.” Stan smiled faintly. “The last vision was nice.”

“What’d you see?” Shermie asked, leaning forward.

“It was before the kid’s daughter, Wendy, was born. She called me all excited to tell me she was pregnant, and she wanted her baby to call me Uncle Stan.”

“That’s sweet,” Shermie said.

“Yeah. When she told me, I got a vision, of her in a hospital bed, holding her baby, and introducing the baby to me. She said ‘Wendy, this is your Uncle Stan.’ Everything felt right during that vision.” Stan’s expression soured. “Most of the visions aren’t good, though. And even if I try to push back knowing something, I can’t do it forever. The more it comes up, the more difficult it is to ignore. Or, like when we escaped, if I haven’t used my powers in a while, it all shows up at once.”

“How did you escape?” Shermie asked. Stan looked at Ford.

“The kid,” Ford said. “Her family came. Apparently her twin brother found out he had a twin sister who disappeared from the hospital when they were born. Her twin and her older siblings did research and hacked records, trying to find her. Her older brother, Stan calls him ‘the geek’, finally tracked her down. They got in the family truck and drove over. They came back home the next morning with their baby sister and the two of us.”

“…Some teenagers broke you three out?” Shermie said, confused. Stan shook his head.

“The kid’s got five older siblings. All of them were adults except for her twin. They’re scary smart, and stronger than they look, from farm work.”

“…Wow.”

“The kid had an army to break her out. If we do this, we won’t.”

“Fiddleford agreed to help,” Ford put in.

“Who’s Fiddleford?” Shermie asked.

“The geek,” Stan said. “Did he finish that techno-whatever he was working on?”

“Yes,” Ford said with a nod. “He feels confident that he can help us rescue Mabel and Mason.” Ford looked at Stan with a careful expression. “What do you think about that?” Stan closed his eyes, waiting for the information to wash over him.

“We probably won’t die gruesome deaths,” Stan said after a moment. “I’d put the odds at 3-5%?”

“What are the odds of success?” Ford asked.

“25%.”

“The kid said she has the schematics of the building, and Dan can get us there and keep the car running,” Ford added. Stan nodded.

“75%.”

“With this, whatever you’re doing, are you having me be part of the crew that breaks in?” Shermie asked.

“Yeah,” Stan said.

“Remove me from the equation.”

“Are you sure?” Ford asked.

“Yes. I’m a middle school English teacher. I don’t have any sort of powers. I know I’ll just slow you down.”

“92% chance of success,” Stan said.

“That’s above your minimum of 80%,” Ford pointed out. Stan glanced at Ford.

“I knew telling you about the minimum was a bad idea.”

“So, you’re in?” Shermie asked. Stan let out a sigh and downed the rest of his beer.

“I’m in.”

#Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Shermie Pines #ESPines AU #The Six Senses #fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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summerbummin · 7 years ago

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Chendy: Dance

Title: Dance Series: Fairy Tail Characters/Pairings: Chendy, brotp or otp, you choose A:N: This is for Day 2 of Chendy week, for the prompt dance! I hope you guys like it! ---------------------------------------------- Fairy Tail Intermediate was practically buzzing. The 8th grade dance was in a month. Loads of girls had been asked, and not to mention in really cute ways. With a big sign, given balloons, One girl, even had gotten asked by a guy who had given her a basket ball with "don't shoot me down" in silver sharpie. Wendy huffed, her chin propped up on her hand. It's not that she wanted to be asked, well maybe a small part of her dreamed about it. She could always go with a group of friends. Less drama that way, and it would be more fun. Or she could stay home and eat ice cream while watching a rom com. "Wendy!" Fingers snapped in front of her face. Wendy startled back looking up at her best friend, Chelia. Chelia was always cheerful and sweet. She had her dark pink hair tied in pigtails with ribbons. During middle school Chelia had grown some more lady like chest features. Wendy wished she had. She was as flat as a board. One guy had told her that. Wendy had to hold back both Romeo and Chelia when they tried to use violence. Chelia had gotten a detention for screaming profanities at the him when the boy ran away. "Why you looking so glooming?" Chelia asked hands on her hips. "Nothing." Wendy said, ignoring Chelia's unimpressed look. "Oh my god guys!" Kinana squealed sitting down at the lunch table. She was practically bouncing. Kinana was usually a pretty quite girl, Chelia was the one with energy. Kinana had close cropped purple hair with a green bow clipped to the back of her head. She was in choir with Chelia and on the cheer squad. "Did you drink happy juice again?" Meredy's voice dripping sarcasm, headphones over her ears, the attack on titan symbol stood stark on her hoodie that she had over her school uniform. Meredy had short pink hair and was never seen without some kind of headphones. She'd had plenty of emo slurs thrown at her but Meredy didn't seem to care, she would just flip them off.

Kinana scowled. "No!" "What happened?" Wendy asked curiously, leaning forward in her seat. "I got asked to the dance by you know who." Kinana whispered excitedly. "WHAT! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Chelia flailed her arms around. "Really?" Coco asked eyes wide. Coco was really nice. She had brown hair in a braid with a sports headband over it. She was the fastest runner on the track team. Wendy couldn't believe how she could move like that. Coco could probably be sitting at the popular girl table but she chose to sit at the their table instead. "Why would Voldemort ask you to the dance? Ow!" Meredy was elbowed by Chelia. Wendy eyes were wide as saucers. "Erik asked you to the dance?" "Yeah he did!" Kinana beamed. Erik was the local trouble maker. Always in detention. He did have that bad boy appeal. But he seemed nice, so Wendy didn't know why he got in trouble. (Chill Erik's same age) "I don't know Kinana, he seems kinda edgy." Beth said uncertainty, she had her light brown hair in pigtails, braided to the back of her head. Beth has a bit of a country accent when she talked. She moved here from the south a year or so ago. Beth was always nice but could be a bit of a worry wort. "He's not really, he just talks back to the teachers and is late a lot." Kinana protested. "Yeah he seems nice. You must be excited." Wendy said trying not to let her wistful longing into her tone. "I am!" Kinana exclaimed. "Wait how did he ask you?" Coco asked. "He asked me in the hall just now!" Kinana smiled as if reliving the memory. Kinana had been crushing on him for the past couple of months now. They lived on the same street so they walk home from the bus stop together. It's was sooo romantic. "Has anyone asked you guys?" Kinana asked them. "Well one guy asked me." Meredy said. "WHAT!" Chelia's eyes almost popped out their sockets. "And you didn't tell us!" "Well I went to Kinana's advisory because we were working on finishing our science homework together, and you know that kid jackal? Well he yelled do you wanna go to the dance across the room. I just said no. He and his friends where laughing so it was probably Oreo or something." Meredy shrugged. "What if he actually liked you? You could've broken his heart." Kinana said. Meredy snorted then brought out her phone tapping at the screens "I'm listening to the Pink Floyd album now so I can't hear you." That was Meredy speak for your stupid and I don't wanna talk to you anymore. Chelia shrugged. "I haven't been asked yet." "No ones asked me either." Wendy said voice small. "Then you can be my date." Chelia slung an arm over her shoulder. Wendy looked at her wide eyed. "Besides its more fun to go with friends. Boys are over rated. Besties before testes, am I right?" "Chelia!" Wendy hissed. "You guys wanna go as a group?" Beth asked. "I'm down. Better than staying at home and basking in my loneliness." Meredy said. "I'll go too." Coco exclaimed. "Ooh my sister can probably get me some jewelry, she works at Lamia Gems." Chelia said excitedly. "Aww Lucky." Coco whined. Chelia laughed. "Perks of having an older sister! But I can't wait to go dress shopping!"

Had Chelia technically asked her out? Wendy's cheeks felt warm at the thought and her stomach swirled. Her friends chatted excitedly about the possibilities. Kinana being the only one with an actual date was the most brought up topic. Kinana was a blushing mess when they suggested Erik kissing her. The bell rang and they all hurried of to their next class. Excitedly and nervously anticipating the dance. Wendy walked out of her room to be met with the cheering of her older brothers. "Ooh." Mystogan said and waggled his eye brows. Wendy blushed looking down at her feet. Mystogan held up Wendy's cat Carla. "Carla thinks you look purrfect." Wendy hid her face in her hand. "That was bad." "What do you mean?" He asked, Carla withered in his grip hissing at him. Mystogan hissed back at her. "You look nice Wendy." Jellal smiled setting a hand on her shoulder. Mystogan and Jellal where twins so sometimes their parents even got them mixed up. Wendy was the only one who could always tell them apart. Wendy looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was wearing a halter top green dress with a criss crossing pattern on it and her hair was down to cover the open back. Wendy had been a little uncomfortable about it at first but she really liked the way it looked so she had gotten it. On her arms were two thick gold bands, she was wearing sandals/wedges like things on her feet. Wendy felt awkward walking in them. "Ready to go?" Jellal asked opening the front door. Wendy took a deep breath before nodding. "Yes, let's go." She hoped out the door, Jellal even let her sit shot gun, Mystogan had to sit in the back. He grumbled something but didn't protest. "So Wendy what do you do if a guy does something you don't like?" Mystogan asked, quizzing her. "Punch 'em hard and kick 'em low." Wendy replied automatically, Mystogan had drilled this into her head when she started middle school. Jellal snorted. "But try to avoid violence if possible, I'll punch him for you." "Guys." Wendy whined embarrassed. Jellal pulled up into the school where lots of other cars were already moving through the line. The car pulled to a stop and Wendy went to open the door but Jellal smacked her hand. He gave her a pointed look then got out of the car coming around to her side and opening the door for her. Wendy giggled and took his hand as he helped her out. "Have fun." He smiled. "I will." Wendy waved, walking away, and into the school.

They had set up a curtain thing to walk through at the door. Wendy walked through and saw people under a tent like thing, dancing to the music. Some tables were scattered around. To the side there was a snack table, and even a photo booth in front of the library. "Wendy!" Chelia broke through the crowd of people waving hurrying towards her. Wendy couldn't help but smile. "Chelia!" She waved and hurried over to her. Then almost in sync there foot caught on the tile and they both fell forwards. "Ow." Wendy muttered rubbing her head and sitting up. "You okay?" Chelia asked. "Yeah, you?" Wendy replied. They both looked at each other and suddenly laughed. Chelia stood first and helped Wendy up. They were both a giggling mess. Wendy remembered how they first met in a similar situation to this. Wendy walked nervously down the unfamiliar hall, it was the first day of 6th grade and she was so confused on where to go. People passed and bumbled shoulders very rudely. As Wendy was walking a girl tripped and pitched forwards the paper in her folder going everywhere as she hit the ground. Wendy ran over to her. "Are you okay-" her foot caught on the tile and she fell forwards hitting the floor with a smack, her binder flying out of her hands. "Ow." Wendy muttered and sat up rubbing her head. The girl pushed up on her forarms. "Are you alright?" She asked. Wendy nodded. "I'm okay, you?" "I'm fine- oh come on!" The girl looked at her scattered papers in dismay, and people just walked past, parting like the Red Sea and leaving them in between. No one stopping to help. Wendy helped her pick them up and grabbed her binder as well. Wendy rose to her feet and handed the girl her papers. "Here you go." " "Thanks for the help. My name is Chelia by the way, nice to meet you!" "Yeah you too." She smiled. "I'm Wendy." Then the school bell went off. They're heads both snapped down the halls, then they looked back at each other. "I gotta go." Chelia said. "But let's be friends okay." Wendy nodded. "Okay. Promise." "Promise." Chelia agreed They both took of in different directions towards their class. And the rest was history. Chelia giggled. "This reminds me of-" "The first time we met." They said in sync. They giggled. Wendy didn't even realize they'd been holding each other's hands until now. Wendy felt a blush creep up her face. "The others are saving a spot for us in the photo booth line, let's go." Chelia pulled her along. "Chelia slow down I'm gonna fall again!" Wendy exclaimed trying not to laugh. Chelia giggled. "Come on slow poke!" ---------------------------------------------- A/N: btw coco is earthland coco, I took all the girls who are or who had once been around Wendy's age, like Meredy and Kinana are both as there younger selves before the time skip. Thanks for reading!

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goldenworldsabound · 7 years ago

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Chapter 4 - First Date Gone Awry

Wendy and Shizuo had gone to a little dessert cafe not far from the park. Wendy was pleased to be able to order mochi (a dairy-free delicious treat, although she hadn’t mentioned her lactose intolerance explicitly), and Shizuo had a milkshake. They chatted more easily than Wendy would have hoped for.

“What brought you to Japan?” Shizuo asked, before sipping his drink.

“For my job, actually. I mean, I didn’t have to come, but there was an open position and I really wanted to spend more time abroad. I’m a software developer for ~~~” she replied, in response to Shizuo’s curious look.

“Software? That sounds...really cool.” He smiled, and she felt like her heart might explode.

“O-oh, does it? Thank you.” She smiled back, unconsciously fiddling with her hair a bit.

“Traveling, huh...I grew up in the area, and I’ve never really left.” Shizuo mused, looking wistfully into his drink.

“I would be thrilled to show you America one day.” She felt that was a bit forward, but wanted to say it anyway.

“Ah, thank you. Maybe one day. What do you think of Ikebukuro so far?” He seemed genuinely interested.

“Oh, um…” The entirety of her stay so far flashed through her mind. “Well, I suppose it’s been...fine. It is...a bit overwhelming at times. Until this weekend, I simply worked and stayed at home, not really doing anything...then this weekend everything got a bit scary. But I...I think I’ve made some friends now, r-right?” She looked at him, nervously fidgeting with her hands.

He nodded solemnly. “Mm, you and Celty seem to be great friends. You really only met yesterday huh?”

Wendy didn’t say anything, feeling a little crushed.

“Well, a friend of Celty’s is a friend of mine.�� Shizuo continued, and her spirits lifted a bit, despite it not being exactly what she was hoping for.

“I’m glad.” Wendy replied, blushing a bit. “Y-you seem very kind.”

Shizuo paused for a moment. “Thank you very much.” He said seriously, quietly. “People don’t say that about me often.”

Wendy furrowed her brow, a bit confused. She supposed their meeting was because he had hit her with a stop sign after all, but…

“Anyway, it seems like we’ve finished here.” He stood up, picking up both of their trash and defusing the seriousness of his prior statements.

“A-ah, right...do you think we could walk around a bit? Like I said, I haven’t really explored much…” she asked, following him out of the cafe.

“Of course. Hm...let’s go to Ikebukuro park first, then.”

And off they went, chattering a bit more. Wendy thought that one day she should ask him why he’d hit her with a stop sign in the first place, but she didn’t want to ruin the date…

“Um, Shizuo-san, what do you do?” She asked, feeling rude for not mentioning it earlier.

“I collect debts.” He replied simply. She waited a moment for him to elaborate, but he seemed to consider that enough of an answer.

“Oh. I...see.”

They walked in silence for a bit. Wendy started to smile awkwardly to herself, not sure exactly what to say. Oh! She worked up the courage to ask him why he wore that outfit, which looked really nice on him. She was a sucker for men in formal outfits.

“Shizuo-san-”

“Oi! Is that Orihara-san over there?” Someone behind them yelled.

Shizuo turned suddenly, fists clenched, teeth grit. “Iiiizaaaayaaa?” He said through clenched teeth, turning and starting to head that direction.

“Shizuo-san, wait! Where are you going?!” She yelled. She reached out towards him but as he picked up speed she let her hand fall, looking down sadly. That had happened incredibly quickly. Had she done something wrong? Izaya...

A group of thugs surrounded her, but she failed to notice until, holding back tears, she looked up to begin walking home.

She froze, looking around frantically.

“Uh, um...e-excuse me.” She said gingerly, fear creeping up her spine.

They laughed. “What, scared without that monster here to protect you?”

“M-monster?” She asked, tilting her head, and looking at the ground. “What do you mean…?”

“Oh c’mon on, everyone knows Heiwajima Shizuo and his superhuman strength. You especially should know!”

“Well, maybe she’s not his girlfriend then, if she doesn’t even know that. How can you be so ignorant of your own boyfriend, huh?” A few of them moved closer.

Wendy was still frozen in place, looking down, holding back tears, but barely.

“He must not care about her very much with how easy it was to trick him to run!” One of them cackled.

“Well, we should still follow the plan. I guess if he doesn’t care to try to rescue you we’ll just have our way with you.”

She couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

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Shizuo ran, quickly, overcome with fury at hearing Izaya’s name. He went to where the person had yelled from, but to no avail. He didn’t see Izaya anywhere. And to think he’d already ripped a street sign out of the ground to beat Izaya to death with.

“Shit, that fleabag got away again. I’m not even sure he was really here...” Shizuo grumbled. Having calmed down, he suddenly remembered he’d been out with Wendy. “Oh, fuck.” He dropped the sign, turned around, and started to head back to her, thinking of what the best way to apologize would be.

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One of them grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm back. She cried out, tears falling faster.

“Now come with us, like a good girl.”

“<N-n-no!>” She cried trying to free herself. She cried out again as they twisted her arm further. Someone slapped her.

“Bitch! You can’t do anything without your monster boyfriend.”

“Uh, guys?”

“What is it - oh shit.”

Shizuo was barrelling towards them, looking furious.

“EVERYONE RUN!” They dropped Wendy, who fell to the ground, hardly able to see Shizuo through her tears.

But the thugs weren’t fast enough.

“Shizuo-san?” She whispered.

He let out a guttural cry as he slammed a fist into the first guy, who screamed. He grabbed two that were running away by their collars, slamming them into each other, and then throwing them to the side. The last guy was getting farther away, so Shizuo ripped up a nearby sign, giving a guttural roar as he lobbed it at the guy. It collided with the middle of his back, knocking him down and out.

Shizuo let out a breath, satisfied that all of them were taken out. He crouched down next to Wendy, her face hidden by her hair.

“It looks like I owe you another apology…” He said, not realizing that she was crying.

She let out a little whimper sob in response.

He looked surprised, and then pushed aside her hair so he could see her face and confirm what he now suspected. She was puffy eyed and in tears. He felt himself growing angry again, at those who had done this to her, and at himself for having been so easily tricked.

She met his concerned gaze once, then looked down again, covering her face with her hands. “I-i-i-i’m s-s-s”

He put a hand on the side of her face. “Hey now, you don’t need to apologize for anything. I shouldn’t have run off like that. I’m sorry.” He sat down on the ground, and pulled her into an embrace.

After a moment, she took her hands off her face and wrapped her arms over him, sobbing into his chest. A small crowd had gathered, but Shizuo glared at them, and the crowd, fearful, dispersed.

Eventually she calmed down, pulling back, wiping her nose with her arm.

“Thank you.” She mumbled. “I’m...embarrassed.” She stared at his chest, unwilling to make eye contact. It was wet with her tears, which didn’t really help, she thought to herself.

Shizuo looked embarrassed himself, scratching the back of his head. “You don’t need to thank me for anything. And honestly, I’m the one who should be embarrassed. Getting tricked like that…” He paused. “Although, I’m...not sure why they went after you. Did you get in trouble with a gang or something?” He asked.

She met his gaze suddenly, in total disbelief that he didn’t know why that had happened. “You mean, you don’t...know?”

Before he could respond there was the unmistakable click of a gun cocking.

“Heiwajima Shizuo…” A shakey voice said. “I’m going to, going to, kill, to kill you! Once and for all! Just like the plan!”

Shizuo’s face dripped pure malice, as he stood up and faced the man holding the gun, aimed at Shizuo.

“Stay back, Wendy-chan.”

Wendy stood up as well, behind Shizuo. A gun? No, this man couldn’t be allowed to kill Shizuo, no!

“Die, you, you monster!”

The man fired the shot.

“NO!” Wendy cried out. She pushed herself past Shizuo, not even sure what she was doing-

Celty, having been watching for sometime, ran towards them, sending out a black barrier. Dammit, dammit! There’s no way it will reach in time!

The bullet made a dull thud against an almost transparent blue barrier that appeared, and then fizzled away. The bullet fell to the ground. Celty’s shadows appeared, to an undiscerning eye, to have been what stopped the bullet.

But Celty knew this not to be the case. What, then?

Wendy collapsed in front of Shizuo and the man with the gun looked confused and distraught.

“I’ll handle him.” Celty only gave Shizuo a second or two to read her message, before using her shadows to grab the man’s gun, and using them to wrap him up. He passed out as the shadow enveloped him.

Shizuo also seemed thoroughly confused and concerned, but he crouched down and scooped up Wendy into his arms again. He was furious, but merely stood there, emanating rage.

“Thanks, Celty.” He said, still glowering at the ground. “I would have been fine, I don’t know why Wendy-chan did that…”

Celty was surprised. Hadn’t Shizuo seen the blueish barrier go up? Oh. His sunglasses were a shade of purple-y blue. He didn’t actually see it because of that! She opted not to mention it for the moment.

“It’s not normal for someone to be fine from getting shot!”

“It’s not like she would have fared any better.” He growled, then sighed. “Maybe I am a monster...every time I’ve been near her, she’s gotten hurt…” He looked at Celty. “I’m taking her back to her place.”

“But, Shinra should look at her-”

“He can go there. She’s had enough to deal with.” He started walking.

Celty stared after him. What trouble...and that blue barrier...I can’t be sure, but...it seemed to emanate out from Wendy herself…

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Shizuo laid her down on the couch gently, frowning to himself. She was definitely still unconscious.

He pulled out a folding chair, sat down and sighed. Was all of this his fault? I mean, only sort of...it’s not like he was the one who hurt her...well, not this time anyway. She looked fine, physically - no bruises, no cuts. He didn’t really know why she fainted. The shock of being shot at, maybe? And why would someone like her dive in front of someone like him anyway…

A knock at the door. Shizuo let in Shinra and Celty.

“Celty filled me in on what happened.” Shinra said, walking over to look at Wendy. “Hey Shizuo, you need to learn how to treat a woman…” He started checking things like her eyes dilating, and a general check-up.

“I apologize.” He said. Shinra seemed surprised by the serious tone, instead of the usual painful punch he was expecting.

“Do you know why those men went after her?”

“No idea.” He signed. “It sounded like Wendy-chan knew, but...she didn’t get to tell me before that man showed up.” He clenched his fists.

Silence. Celty and Shinra were...amused, but not that surprised at how dense Shizuo was about this sort of thing. You didn’t have to be observant if you were as strong as he was.

“Hm. Well, either way, Wendy seems physically fit. Let me know when she wakes up if anything seems amiss, okay?”

“Roger.”

They left, and Shizuo listened to their footsteps recede, and then the whinnying of that bike into the distance. He turned off the lights, as it was nighttime now, and perhaps she would sleep throughout the night.

“I really made a mess, didn’t I? Tch.” He sat for a bit, looking around. Eventually, he finally took a good look at her. She looked fragile. She looked beautiful. He thought about how she was wearing a nice dress. He never gave any thought to what people around him wore, but he had time now. It felt like there was something staring him in the face, but he was closing his eyes, avoiding looking at it.

He didn’t think anyone would feel that way about someone like him, and so he refused to acknowledge it,

He was startled out of his thoughts, an hour or so after the doctor and Celty left, by a low moan from Wendy. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up a bit, looking around. She was in her apartment, good. On the couch? Okay. And there was-

“S-Shizuo-san!” She yelled, covering her mouth afterwards. “W-what happened? Did you get shot? No, you look fine...did I get shot?!” She started to cry again.

Shizuo kind of waved his hands, before coming to kneel next to the couch. “Oi oi, it’s okay, no one got shot. Celty saved us. She blocked the bullet with her shadows. No one got shot.”

Wendy sniffed, taking the information in. “I’m so glad…” She cried a bit more. “I don’t know, I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting shot, I don’t, I don’t know why, but I moved in front of you…”

Shizuo sighed, and ruffled her hair. “I don’t know why you did that either.” He chuckled a bit. “It doesn’t make much sense to me. And, for what it’s worth, I can survive a bullet.”

Wendy was smiling as he played with her hair, but stopped when he mentioned the bullet.

“Um, Shizuo-san...those men…” she looked away from him, down at her hands. “They said you were...a monster. What did they mean?” She looked up at him, biting her lip nervously to hear his response.

He looked away this time. “Ah. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard of me before this. I thought maybe you were just pretending before..” He looked at his hands. “For a long time, I haven’t been able control my anger.” He closed his fists. “I would pick up things I shouldn’t have been able to lift, and beat the shit out of people who pissed me off. Eventually my body became insanely strong. I’m working on controlling that anger. Some people don’t believe I’m human, I guess. But...I am. I don’t know how this strength came to be.”

They were silent. Wendy was taking it in. “...and you’re strong enough, then, that you can take a bullet, and be sure you’ll live?”

“Yes.” He paused. “Do you think I’m a monster, then?” He asked softly.

“Of course not!” Wendy cried out. “Y-you seem very kind to me...you’re just...still learning to control your strength...it sounds like you are doing everything you can…” she trailed off, a bit embarrassed by her sudden and immediate outburst.

“Thank you, Wendy-chan.” He took her hand, and gently kissed it.

Wendy was glad the lights were off because she was extremely flushed. He kissed her hand? And called her -chan?? This wasn’t the first time, now that she thought about it, but she’d been a bit distracted that other time.

“Sh-Shizuo-k-k-kun…” She replied, simply wanting to say it.

He continued to hold her hand gently.

“I’m sorry to bring it back to this but...why did those men attack you?” he asked, letting go of her hand.

She laughed a little. “You...are a little dense with these things, aren’t you?” She sounded a bit sad. “They wanted to get to you, Shizuo. They thought...that we were dating.” She said, glad for the darkness as she felt tears welling up.

“Oh.” Shizuo felt like he’d been punched. So it was because of him. “Man, I’ve sure caused a lot of trouble for you since we met.”

“N-no, it’s...it’s...okay…”

“Well, they weren’t exactly wrong, were they?” Shizuo offered. “I mean, we...we were on a date.” His voice wavered for a second with nerves.

Wendy gasped, and a few of the tears rolled. “You think so?” She asked, grinning. “I-i-i mean, I was hoping we were, but...I wasn’t sure…”

He put his hand on top of hers. “I wasn’t sure either, but now I am.”

They sat like that for a bit.

“Did you have fun?” Shizuo asked. “Ah, I mean, before the fighting…”

“Of course I did, you silly.” She laughed. “Although...I might need you to protect me, if people start to know me as your gi-, er, as dating you.”

“That’s true. Are you...okay with that? All sorts of people might try to come after you. I’ve made a lot of enemies.”

“Well, we’ll have to see of course but...I think it’ll be worth it.” She mumbled, blushing.

He put his hand on her face. “Are you blushing?” He asked, smirking. “It’s rather cute, I’d like to see…” He started to stand up, to go for the light switch.

“N-n-n-no! I’m d-d-d-definitely NOT blushing! No!” She squealed grabbing his arm with both of her hands, and almost getting pulled off the couch.

“Didn’t we just talk about how strong I am?” Shizuo said with a laugh, replacing her on the couch. “You didn’t think you could stop me did you?”

Wendy didn’t reply, clearly pouting, even in the dark.

Shizuo stared at her (still in the dark), and sighed. “Alright, I’ll leave it for another few minutes. But you should get up and go to sleep…”

“Oh, it’s late isn’t it...um, will you stay here?” Wendy asked, squirming a bit. “I’m a bit...nervous still…sorry to impose on you with this...”

“Oi, stop apologizing,” He knelt down next to the couch again. “I was already planning to, unless you asked me to leave. And now I’m especially not leaving since I found a cute girl who isn’t afraid of me.” He grinned and winked, which was a bit hard to see, but it got Wendy to blush even more.

“Are you blushing again?”

“NUH-UUUUH! Stop accusing me of that!”

“Well, then can I turn the light on now?”

“...fine.” She rolled over, facing the back of the couch. Shizuo laughed and turned on the light.

“You should go to bed.” She didn’t move. “Look, I’m going to go to the bathroom, how about you get up when I come back?”

A muffled ‘fine’.

As she heard the bathroom door click, Wendy got up, giggling to herself. She rubbed her head and eyes, feeling thoroughly exhausted from the weekend’s gauntlet of events. She felt as though she had expended an immense amount of energy.

Shizuo returned. “Good.”

“Um, is it okay for you to sleep on the couch?” Wendy asked. “I’ve got some extra sheets if you want them.”

Shizuo shrugged. “Just the couch is fine.”

“Alright. I’m going to change and get in bed then. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

“Sure.”

She changed into pajamas.

“Um, goodnight!” She yelled, feeling weird about calling him back in to say goodnight.

He cracked the door open, and then came in. “You have a lot of plushies.” He observed.

She blushed a little. “I just, you know, I like them…”

“Nothing wrong with that. It’s cute.” He smiled softly at her. She squirmed a bit, resisting the urge to hide her face. “Anyway, good night. Sleep well.” He kissed her forehead. She squealed and pulled the blankets up to just below eye level.

“G-good night, Shizuo-kun!” She squeaked. He gave a little wave and closed the door. She heard his footsteps as he walked to the living room, and flopped on the couch. Despite how much she wanted to replay the day’s events (even just the hours events) in her mind, she was too exhausted, and fell quickly asleep.

Shizuo, on the other hand, was less quick to sleep. How much he’d wanted a romantic relationship, but he’d always considered it an unattainable dream. In some ways he was a little terrified. He’d already hurt her twice and they hadn’t even been dating! He’d have to work hard…

He’d also definitely been putting on his normal cool and collected face, but alone in the dark he could let that slip. He put his face in his hands, blushing. “She’s too cute…” He whispered to himself, thinking about her hiding her face under the covers when he kissed her, that blush spreading across her face. He laughed quietly, elated. Eventually, he too fell asleep.

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