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aemondapologistfrfr · 6 months ago

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Table 13 & Cherry Pie

modern!mechanic!benji x stripper!fem!reader

Summary: Working two jobs to support your mom’s medical bills is already hard enough and of course your car breaks down at the worst possible time. A flirty stranger you meet at the diner offers you help with no strings. Everything seems too good to be true and before you know it, it seems as if it all comes crashing down.

Warnings: 18+ mentions of long term illness, swearing, cigarettes, oral(f receiving), questionable clientele but nothing in detail, p in v, unprotected, a fight but nothing too intense

Authors Note: request from @chainsawsangel that i thoroughly enjoyed writing and working on 🥰

Word Count: 8k

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I curse at any higher power that’s out there for allowing my car to break on such a vital day. I shove some cash into the taxi drivers waiting hand and take a deep breath before heading into the hospital. I calm my nerves as I adjust my visitors pass before entering my mother floor. The “inspirational” quotes littered across the wall seem to only aggravate me today as I push through the door. I spot my mother’s doctor and walk up to him.

“How is she?” I nibble my lip looking at my mother fast asleep in the hospital bed.

“She did well with the more aggressive treatment we used today. She’s a fighter, don’t worry.” he lays a hand on my shoulder and I slink out of his touch.

“Did finance come up here looking for me?” I wince looking around the floor.

“No, we tend to keep those vultures out of this space. Your mother is our first priority. We know you’re doing everything you can.” his eyes linger a bit too long before I slip into my mother’s room.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here on time.” I say softly holding her hand in mine. “You’d be giddy to know that your “hot doctor” called you a fighter and had nothing but praise of you.” I pull my normal chair closer to the side of the bed.

“My car broke down on the way here and I had to wait forever for a taxi and tow to show up. I’m sorry I let you down again.” I curse the tear that falls down my cheek. “I have to work both jobs tonight, as usual. I’m hoping when I get here tomorrow you’ll still be up.” I kiss her forehead and close her door behind me. I internally groan as I walk to the elevator so I can stop past finance on my way out. The receptionist waves at me as I walk past to the desk I’ve become all too familiar with.

“Lovely to see you, Y/n. What can I do for you today?” she smiles pushing back from her computer.

“I only have half of this month’s payment. If I could get an extension. Even just a couple of days. I’m sure I can figure something out.” I pick at my nails as she sighs.

“Something’s better than nothing.” she grabs the envelope from my hands. “I can only give you an extra ten days.” she looks to me with a patronizing smile.

“I’ll make it work. I don’t have a choice.” I inhale deeply trying not to let my tears fall. “Thank you.” I nod to her before leaving her office. As I walk outside I let the tears flow as I pull out my phone to waste money on another fucking taxi. I sit on the ground crying until the taxi shows up. I get to the diner with fifteen minutes to spare and push through the front doors seeing that the room is full of customers.

“Get changed and clock in.” my boss shouts from the grill.

“Yeah,” I wave him off heading to the back. I pull my black uniform out of my locker and change quickly. I secure the apron around my waist and head to the mirror to deal with my tear stained face. I give up and throw my hair into a bun and walk out into the main area. I type my numbers into the computer and then look around to see which table I should head to first.

“Thirteens been waiting for a while.” my coworker shouts at me so I grab a glass of water and head over that way.

“I’m sorry about that wait today, sir. Is there something I could get for you right away?” I smile before I feel my heart skip as he looks to me.

“A coffee for now.” he smiles up at me.

“Any cream or sugar?” I fiddle with my pen as I try not to trail my eyes all over him.

“Yeah cream, thank you.” the way his eyes crinkle has me melting on the spot.

“And are we waiting for anyone?” I point my pen to the empty booth across from him.

“Not unless you’d like to join me?” I know my blush is visible now as I turn back to him.

“Oh I- I would but,” I internally scream at me falling over my words.

“No worries, baby. Maybe another time.” I nod as he smirks after me as I go back to the kitchen. I pour his coffee and grab a jar of creamer before I walk out to him.

“Coffee and cream.” I set the cups in front of him as he thanks me. “Can I get you something to eat?” I pull out my pad and pen.

“What’s your favorite thing here?” he hums looking up to me.

“Probably our cherry pie. It’s perfectly sweet and tart. Unless you meant like actual food.” I nibble my lip scolding myself because of course this man came here for food and not just pie.

“I’ll try your cherry pie.” he chuckles and I don’t miss the way his tongue darts against his lower lip.

“Anything else I can get you?” I offer him whatever smile I can muster.

“That’s it for now.” he nods his head at me as I hustle back to the kitchen.

“Well are you going to pick up more tables or stick with Mr. Handsome over there?” my coworkers tease me.

I pick up my pad and start scurrying around the diner. Once I get into my flow I easily can juggle my tables. Once most of them are gone I glance back at table thirteen and wonder how he can possibly still be eating that pie. I see he’s only taken a couple bites and now I worry that he’s hated it.

“If you didn’t like it I can get you something else?” my hands rest on his table.

“You said it was your favorite so I figured I would save you some.” I scrunch my brows at his words. “Open up for me.” his voice is low as he brings the fork to my mouth. I shrug and wrap my lips around the fork and moan as I taste the sweet tartness.

“I’ll go get you your check.” I hum licking the cherry from the corner of my mouth.

“He’s your last table so finish up and I can get you out of here early.” my boss nods to me. I sigh knowing I need more money but I’m thankful that I can get to the club a little earlier.

“Here’s your check I can come back when you’re ready.” I nod my head at him.

“No, the rest is for you.” he hands me a fifty for his ten dollar bill.

“Are you sure?” I blink at him in disbelief.

“Yeah you’ve earned it.” he slides out of the booth and towers above me. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow to try some more of your pie.” he leaves me blushing at the booth as he exits the front door.

I go back to my locker and change back into my regular clothes before heading out the back. I cut down a couple alleys and side streets and sigh in relief when I start to see the familiar neon sign. I twist my key in the back door and make my way down the steps. The other girls wave at me and smile as I walk past. I make my way to my vanity and plop in my chair and sigh.

I start to pull my bun out and tease my hair up a bit. I pull out a can of hairspray and get to work on making my appearance more desirable. I go back to my locker and pick out my most flattering outfit since I need to make the rest of my mother’s payment in ten days. As I look in the mirror the club manager walks to me and runs his hands up my arms.

“When are you going to do private dances? You can make more money that way.” his voice sing song as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t like when these men touch me.” I look him over before stepping out of his reach.

“No but you like their money. What about a lap dance?” he keeps pushing the subject.

“I’ll let you know if I change my mind.” I toss over my shoulder before walking backstage to hand the DJ my song choice.

The rest of the night is filled with my boss begging me to give a man in the front row a lap dance and me respectfully declining every single time. I toss my outfit into my bag to take home and wash and I’m thankful one of the girls is willing to drop me off at home.

As I walk up to my sidewalk I sigh at the shell of my childhood home. I slam the door shut behind me before trudging up the stairs to burn my skin in a hot shower before I collapse onto my bed and allow sleep to take over

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Next day

I was able to see my mother for a couple hours today and drop off the money I made yesterday in finance. I wait on the sidewalk for my taxi to get here and smoke a cigarette wishing my life was different. As I see the car pull up I stand tossing the remains. We pull up to the diner and I furrow my brows as I see table number thirteen waiting outside the doors.

“There’s my cherry pie.” a smile spreads across his face as mine heats.

“You know they’re open even when I’m not here?” I finally return his smile stopping in front of him.

“But I’d prefer it if you were here.” he opens the door for me.

“I’m flattered,” my face must be red at this point. “Go take a seat table thirteen and I’ll be there when I clock in.”

My boss and coworkers look at me with raised brows as they see him go sit in the same booth from last night. I try not to catch their gaze as I make my way to my locker. I clock him in and head straight for table thirteen.

“What can I get for you today, sir?” I pull out my pad and pen.

“Back to sir and not table thirteen?” he offers me a lopsided smile. “I thought we grew on each other, cherry pie.”

“I just never got your name last night.” I hum looking over my pad at him.

“You didn’t ask.” he raises an eyebrow with a taunting smile.

“Table thirteen it is.” I roll my eyes and he laughs.

“I’ll have the same as yesterday.” he hands me his menu and I leave him trying to collect my thoughts. I’ve never been one for flirty customers but there’s just something different about him.

“I see your boyfriend is back.” my coworker giggles as I huff pouring his coffee.

“I can only dream. There’s no way that man is single.” I shake my head bringing his coffee and cream to him.

“What kind of pie would you like today?” I set his coffee in front of him.

“What’s your next favorite after the cherry?” I nibble my lip thinking.

“I think our banana cream pie is a close second.” I nod my head with my choice.

“Then that’s what I’ll have.” he nods his head with a smile as I head off to the kitchen.

I plate his slice and run it back to him before I start tending to my other tables. Table thirteen only asks for refills on his coffee and I can feel his eyes on me throughout the shift. As I’m nearing the end of my shift I make my way back to him.

“I was wondering when you would come back for your taste.” my breath catches at his words and he slices a piece of the pie. “I can feed it to you again.” I throw my cares away and dip down savoring the sweetness.

“Did you enjoy it?” I lick the cream off my lips as he looks to me with dark eyes.

“What are you doing after your shift?” his voice stirs something deep within me.

“Going to my other job.” I sigh knowing I have no time to entertain the idea of this man at my house.

“You’re a busy woman, cherry pie.” he tsks shaking his head. “Shouldn’t your man take care of you?” he tilts his head waiting on my answer.

“I don’t have time for one. Two jobs, an aspiring artist, and a dying mother doesn’t really pull them in you know?” I feel like weight on my shoulders like bricks forcing me down. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I shake my head trying to figure out what I was thinking pouring my trauma on this man.

“What’s something I can help you with?” he grabs my wrist to stop me from walking away.

“Why do you want to help?” I look at him skeptically.

“Because I can tell you truly need it.” his voice soft.

“You good with cars?” a smile splits across his face at my words.

“I’m the best mechanic around.” his voice full of confidence. “What time are you done at your other job?”

“Around two I know it’s kind of late-“

“That’s fine. Do you need me to pick you up?” he pulls out money for his tab.

“No my coworker can bring me home. Are you sure? It’s really late and inconvenient and I don’t have any money to offer.” I shake my head.

“I offered to help where I can. Fixing your car is easy for me.” he slips another fifty into my hand along with his phone. “Put your number in.”

“I put it under Cherry Pie.” I hand him his phone back. “I’ll be back with your change.”

“No need.” he waves his hand. “Text me your address and when to come over.” he types something out on his phone and I feel mine vibrate.

“Thank you,” I furrow my brows and walk back to clock out.

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Table 13: Don’t forget to send me your address.

Cherry Pie: Home Location

Cherry Pie: I’ll be home around two. If you seriously want to fix my car.

Cherry Pie: I’d appreciate it, but it’s a lot of me to ask of you.

Table 13: I’ll be there. You didn’t ask, I offered. Have a good shift 🍒

Cherry Pie: omw now if you’re still coming

Table 13: I’m here waiting for you 😌

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“How long have you known this guy?” my coworker looks at me as if I’m crazy and I’m starting to think I am.

“Two days.” I wince.

“What’s his name?” she sighs shaking her head.

“I don’t know,” I nibble my lip. “We use nicknames.” I look out the window to avoid her stare.

“If I wake up and hear about you on the news I’ll find you and kill you myself.” she says parking at my driveway.

“He’s nice,” I shrug getting out of the car. “And hot so fuck it.” I smile before walking up my drive taking in table thirteens car.

“How was work?” he rises from my porch swing.

“Long and exhausting.” I say throwing my bag over my shoulder.

“What’s your other job?” he asks following me to my front door.

“Not a lot of people seem to look kindly upon it.” I slide my key in the lock and push the doors open.

“I don’t judge.” he shuts the door softly behind us.

“Do you want something to drink?” I turn the lights on in the kitchen and look him over. I take in his tired eyes and start to feel bad. “It’s so late and you’re tired.” I shake my head.

“I’m perfectly fine.” he nods reassuringly. “I’ll have a water.” he offers me a smile. I grab two waters out of the fridge and begin to lead him to the garage.

“Here he is.” I flick on the lights. “All broken and sad.” I step in and begin to move my canvases and art supplies out of the way.

“Do you have the keys?” he turns to me.

“Yeah one sec,” I run back into the house and grab my keys and hand them off to him. “Do you need anything like help?” I lean on the door frame watching him.

“Do you know much about cars?” he looks at me with a teasing smile.

“No but I could hold the flashlight or something.” I look around not even sure if I have an actual flashlight.

“No, you can just sit there and tell me about your day, baby.” he smiles popping my hood as I take a seat on the stairs.

“I went to see my mom today. She was awake. I gave most of the money I made yesterday to her hospital bills. As long as she gets better though and she is.” I nod looking at the ground as I hear him try to start my car.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he says leaning his head out of the car.

“Not particularly.” I shake my head looking up to him hoping he can’t tell my eyes are red.

“That’s okay. Let me know if you change your mind.” he tries to start the car again before he starts working under the hood. “What about the rest of the day?”

“I went to work at the diner, had some phenomenal banana cream pie, and got some dudes number and I don’t even know his name.” I chuckle thinking about how ridiculous this is.

“I like table thirteen.” he laughs from my car.

“I do too.” I hum. “Then I went to my other job where my boss just hounds me to do things I don’t want to do. I’m never forced to do anything but it’s just the constant pressure that is a lot.” I sigh resting my head against the wall.

“You never told me what your other job is.” he tilts his head to the side.

“I dance.” I watch as his eyebrows scrunch.

“What do you mean dance?” I watch him try to twist something before walking back to the drivers side.

“You know what I mean.” my voice hushed as he turns to me after the car won’t start.

“You’re telling me that my shy cherry pie is an exotic dancer?” he chuckles shaking his head.

“It plays the bills especially when they’re medical bills.” I pick at my nails.

“What does your boss keep asking you to do?” he turns to me.

“I only dance. He wants me to do lap dances and private dances. I don’t want that. Dancing is an art to me and so what if I take off some clothes and get men to give me money for it?” I hate the stigma around dancing in general there’s nothing wrong with it.

“Don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. If your boss makes you uncomfortable he can become very comfortable with my fists.” my eyes snap to his before I stand.

“No,” I shake my head. “He wouldn’t make me do anything.” I walk up to him with pleading eyes because I can’t lose this job. I’d quit the diner before I quit the club.

“Just tell me if you change your mind.” he nods his head. “I won’t do anything unless you tell me. Go sit back down.” he nods over to the stairs. I sigh sitting back down and watching table thirteens muscles flex as he uses different tools. I have no idea what he’s doing but he looks phenomenal.

“I think you might be drooling, cherry.” he chuckles watching me stare at his hands.

“Sorry.” I lick my lips absentmindedly.

“Come sit closer if you want a better look.” he teases.

“Have you figured out what’s wrong with it?” I sigh rolling my eyes.

“I think so. I’ll have to come back tomorrow with some more parts and tools.” I scrunch my eyebrows.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of your time and work.” I look up to him.

“I offered,” he goes to touch my cheek but looks at his dirty hand. “I will be here same time tomorrow unless you would like me to pick you up from work?”

“I feel like that’s too much to ask.” I fiddle my fingers.

“It’s not.” he starts to clean up some of his tools.

“Let me know if there’s anything you need or want.” I call after him as he starts to walk to his car.

“Shut the garage while I’m still here so I know you’re safe.” he leans on his car and waits as I press the button while we stare at each other until it reaches the ground.

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Table 13: I won’t be at the diner today but I can pick you up after work.

Cherry Pie: Are you sure? I can have my coworker take me home so you don’t have to do extra driving.

Table 13: Just send the address and I’ll be there.

Cherry Pie: and you’ll wait in the car and not harass my boss?

Table 13: Yes I’ll wait in the car 🙄

Cherry Pie: Club Address

Cherry Pie: Thank you, again.

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As my last song ends I walk off the stage and breathe out thankful to let my body relax. I start to take the pins out of my hair and sit down to take my heels off. I change my clothes and check my phone. I smile at table thirteens texts that he’s here.

“Don’t tell me you’re smiling at something that man sent you.” she snatches the phone out of my hand. “Table 13: I’m outside waiting in my car, just like you requested cherry pie.” she bursts out into giggles as I snatch my phone back.

“Let me have some fun.” this spurs her laughter on even more.

I sigh grabbing my bag and stopping at the refrigerator. I grab out the plastic bag handling it carefully before rolling my eyes at my friend and walking up the back stairs. I find his car and he gets out taking my bags from me. I snatch bag the plastic bag with a smile as he puts my other bag in his backseat.

“This is a surprise for you.” smile as he opens up the door for me.

“What is it?” he smiles as he gets in on the other side.

“You can wait until we get home.” I hum and he chuckles pulling us out of the parking lot.

“How was work?” he turns down the music and glances at me.

“I made some good money. I should be able to pay off this month’s bill at the hospital. Though of course my boss always tells me I can make more.” I sigh resting my head on the window.

“Why don’t you?” his voice soft and curious.

“I’m not that good at faking attraction and desire. I can’t turn away all the men I find unattractive, I mean that’s what I do already.” I chuckle. “There’s never been a man who’s swayed me enough to say “yeah tonight’s the night I make this man come in his pants.” you know?” I turn my head toward him.

“I know what you mean. I think about that everyday at the shop.” he laughs shaking his head as we pull into my driveway. “So what’s my surprise?” he looks to the plastic bag.

“Not until we’re in the kitchen.” I hum getting out of the car. He grabs my bag and follows me into the house. I tell him to sit in a stool at the island as I prepare a piece of pie for him. “You missed my third favorite today.” I place the pie in front of him.

“I’m terribly sorry, baby.” he looks to me with amused eyes. “What’s today’s flavor?” he tongue darts across his lower lip.

“Peach.” I hum and he pats the stool next to him. I walk over and take a seat while handing him the fork. He takes a bite and hums going in for another. He takes another piece and brings it to my lips. He slowly pulls the fork out of my mouth as I hum closing my eyes at the flavor.

“This was a lovely surprise.” he takes another bite and switches off from feeding me and himself. “Let’s go try to fix your car.” he nods once the pie is gone. I follow him closer to the car this time and sit on the ground as he’s under the hood.

“This is a better view.” my words low as I admire him.

“I was thinking the same thing.” I chuckles looking at me from the corner of his eye. “So how was the diner today?”

“It was so boring without you there. No one was there to feed me pie.” I pout as I watch him pull out a piece of my car.

“I just fed you pie in the kitchen.” he rises wiping his brow.

“Yeah, but not at work.” I bat my eyelashes at him.

“My poor baby.” he chuckles walking over to me. “I need you to try and start the car while I look under the hood.” he offers me his hand and he pulls me up and I quickly get into the drivers side.

“Now?” I ask not wanting to ruin anything.

“Yeah,” he gives me a thumbs up. My car makes a terrible noise and I stop instantly. “Well fuck.” he sighs walking back over to me.

“What’s wrong?” I look up to him.

“I need another part.” he sighs resting his head on the door frame looking down at me.

“Is this just an excuse to keep seeing me?” I reach up touching his cheek.

“Do I need an excuse?” he tilts his head down an inch.

“No,” my voice barely above a whisper as I tilt my head up.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” he purrs dipping down ever so slightly as I lean up.

“Kiss me.” I look to his lips before they fall into mine. It’s a quick kiss that leaves me frustrated and wanting more. “Kiss me again.” I huff.

“Maybe tomorrow.” he chuckles kissing my forehead. I get out of my car practically throwing a tantrum. “Shut the garage baby.” he smirks leaning against his car until he disappears as the door shuts. I stomp up the stairs and collapse into bed.

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I step out the back door of the club and shiver at the breeze. If he wants to tease me over a kiss I’ll tease him right back. My heels click against the ground as I make my way to his car. He’s out of the car and offering to take my bag from me. I slip into the car trying to pull the oversized shirt down and give up.

“Where are your clothes?” he rasps turning to me.

“I forgot them. I borrowed a shirt and I have stuff on underneath.” he watches me try to stretch the fabric down.

“Do you?” he raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll change when we get home.” his eyes travel to my legs again before shifting us into drive. The tension in the car is palpable and this is either going to go exactly my way or I’m just going to look desperate. We get to my house and he follows me inside like normal.

“Do you want something to drink?” I turn reaching up to grab a glass and I feel the shirt slip up.

“Baby.” he growls from the island.

“Sorry.” I turn to him with a glass. “What can I get you?” I look up at him through my lashes.

“Come here.” his voice low and I slowly come to his side.

“I forgot pie today.” I whisper. “Can I offer you anything else?”

He pulls me into a kiss and lifts me up onto the island. I gasp as the marble chills my skin as his hands grip my thighs. I whine into his mouth as he digs his fingers in. His hands start to travel up as I squirm and he pulls back.

“I’d like to have a taste of you tonight then.” his fingers slowly spreading my thighs.

“Yeah, please.” I whine nodding my head. He smirks before dipping down and trailing wet kisses across my thighs. He places a kiss over my covered slit and I shutter trailing my fingers through his hair. He pulls my panties to the side and groans as he looks up to me.

“This is okay?” he asks again and I nod pushing his head down as he chuckles.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I cry out as his tongue licks around my bud. He starts a quick rhythm that has my breaths coming out in pants. My hips grind against his face while his fingers hold onto my hips. His tongue slips down to my core and circles the entrance before bringing more wetness up to swirl around my bud. My legs tremble at his speed as my pleasure starts to coil. I come undone as he licks me through it as I moan above him.

“That’s my new favorite. I’d have that every day.” he rises up licking his lips. He pulls me off of the counter as my chest is still heaving. “Go put clothes on and meet me in the garage.” he kisses my forehead and walks to the garage.

I get up the stairs on wobbly legs as I throw my bag onto my floor. I take off my clothes and slide into shorts and a shirt and make my way back down to table thirteen. I should ask him his name but then I know I’ll get attached. I walk into the garage and sit down on the floor near him.

“Tell me about your day.” I hum watching him.

“I had a lot of clients in the shop today and none of them were simple fixes which got a little frustrating when my team couldn’t help either. It was a long day.” he signs resting his hands on the car frame before turning to me. “This makes up for it though.” he smiles.

“If you had a long day you can come back and finish it tomorrow.” I furrow my brow rising. “Or whenever you have time. I don’t want to be demanding. I know the time is so inconvenient but it’s the only time I have and-“

“You can’t be demanding if I offered and I don’t mind the time, I promise.” he rests his hands on my arms.

“Thank you.” I look to him with soft eyes. “I really do appreciate everything.”

“Tomorrow I promise I’ll have it done. Text me when you need me to come get you.” he smiles packing up his tools. “Have a goodnight.” he leans against his car and watches the door shut.

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As I step on stage I scan the room as normal and my breath stops when I see my moms doctor. I almost turn and run off stage but I genuinely need this money. As I make my way to the center I can feel his eyes on me as he sits back. I try to keep the sultry smile on my face that only falters when I’m facing back stage. When the song ends I wave and exit quickly.

“The man in the front who looks expensive wants to talk to you.” my boss says coming through the door.

“I’m not doing a dance for him. No.” I shake my head looking into the mirror.

“He just said he knew you. You don’t want to look bad in front of rich clientele do you?” he raises his eyebrow waiting for me to walk to the door. I groan getting to my feet. I better not regret this. As I step out the door to the main floor I put on my smile.

“Well, go over there.” he nods encouragingly and I turn to him and glare. I walk over to my mother’s doctor with my nerves pouring out of me.

“Some of my nurses told me you worked here and I didn’t believe them.” he smiles up to me from his chair.

“I have to pay my mom’s bills somehow.” I look down to him with a raised brow.

“If you give me a dance I’ll pay next month’s bill.” his eyes darken.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate and I don’t do dances.” I start to pull back.

“Two months.” he grabs my wrist. I look around the club and my boss is nodding encouragingly and I feel helpless. He pulls me down onto his lap and I gasp. “Three months then.” I try to hide the horror of my reality.

That’s a lot of money he’s offering. It would allow me to save up and get more ahead on my payments but at what cost? Walking into the hospital and knowing this man was all over me and paid thousands of dollars for me to sit on his lap. My boss starts to walk over with a drink and I shake my head hoping he leaves this situation to me.

“A drink for you.” my bosses voice is celebratory. “You’re the first to get her in your lap.”

“Is that so.” he smirks looking me over.

“She’s very particular about her clientele.” my boss chuckles handing the man a drink. “On the house for doing the impossible.” he winks at us and walks away.

“Three months pay for you to give me something to think about with my wife?” I blink trying to hold back my disgust. I relent because that money could change everything for me right now. I bring my leg to the other side of his thigh and his smile is predatory.

“Three months pay and we’re staying right here.” my voice firm as I rest my hands on his shoulders as he nods his head.

I try to block out the next ten minutes and the way his hands feel on my body. My outfit stayed exactly where it needed to but it didn’t make me feel any better about the gaggle of men staring at me. Once I’m backstage again I go to my locker and pull out my phone as I start to pull on clothes.

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Cherry Pie: Can you pick me up?

Table 13: Of course baby. Where and when?

Cherry Pie: The club and now

Table 13: Omw is everything okay?

Cherry Pie: Yeah I’ll see you soon

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I sit on the side of the building smoking a cigarette holding my knees against my chest. I blow the smoke up into the sky and curse the stars for my shitty life. I groan as I hear the door open and turn and see that it’s the doctor.

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” he smirks looking down at me.

“My ride is almost here.” I murmur taking a long drag.

“Those will kill you.” he tsks.

“Sooner rather than later I can only hope.” I sigh hoping table thirteen gets here soon.

“We can go to finance tomorrow and we’ll get it all paid.” his voice soft and it confuses me.

“You don’t want to do it anonymously?” I furrow my brows.

“No moneys money, they won’t talk.” he shrugs before slipping back into the club. I rise to my feet as I see table thirteens car pull around the corner.

“What’s wrong?” he searches my face as I get into the car.

“I just- We can talk about it at home.” I shake my head as he pulls us away. The ride is silent and different and I know he can tell something is wrong but I just feel like a baby.

“Tell me.” he holds the door open for me as I get out. He takes my bag from me and follows me into the house.

“I was baited- no, I don’t know, I guess it was my fault,” I shake my head.

“You can tell me.” he goes to cup my cheek and I shrink. It’s not that I don’t want him to touch me I just feel dirty and like I need to boil my skin off. “What did your boss make you do?” his nostrils flare and I feel his temper rise.

“My mom’s doctor was there and he kept asking my boss to talk to me so I went out to the floor and that’s my fault I guess.” I huff at the way my voice breaks. “I don’t know, I ended up on his lap and his hands were all over me and I just- I need to shower.” I pull him up the stairs with me.

“I can work on your car while you shower.” he voice low as he follows me into my room.

“You said you would beat up my boss for even asking me to do that and now that it’s done I’m scared, thirteen.” I turn to him.

“Benji.” my eyes find his quickly.

“Benji.” I look up to him seeing him in a new light.

“Y/n.” the smile that spreads across his face is contagious.

“Go take a shower, Y/n. I’ll wait right here for you.” he lays back on my bed as I lock myself into my bathroom.

The hot water and steam melt away everything that came with today. Three months of my mom’s medical bills were paid and I want to feel relief but I don’t know how I’ll face her doctor. Benji. My mind drifts to him and I smile as I scrub myself. His tongue was perfect last night and I can’t help my mind drifting to what else he can do. I wrap myself in a towel and push the door open as steam pours out.

“How was your shower?” he props himself up on my bed.

“It was good.” I hum walking over to the bed. “I thought about you.” he chuckles.

“And what did you think about?” his tongue darts across his lower lip.

“I need a distraction from today.” my words soft as I drop my towel.

“Are you sure?” he searches my eyes before even looking over my body.

“Please Benji.” I nod my head and he has me under him on my bed in seconds.

I sigh as he attaches his lips to mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth and caresses against mine. I whine into his mouth as he grinds against me and the feel of his pants has me squirming. He chuckles kissing down my neck and licking across my chest slowly making his way down.

“I need a taste of my cherry pie.” a moan falls from my lips as his tongue licks up my center.

His rough hands hold my hips down as he swirls around my wetness. My body trembles as his tongue focuses on my bud. One of my hands tangles in his hair while the other one teases and caresses across my chest. My hips jerk against his face as he dips down and pushes his tongue into me.

“Fuck Benji,” he groans against me and the vibration pulls a string of moans from me. “Right there, yes,” I roll my hips against his nose and release against his face with his name on my tongue.

“You’re so fucking hot.” he groans as he stands to start pulling off his shirt.

“So are you, why do you think I keep you around?” my voice still breathy.

“And here I was thinking you liked me, baby.” he chuckles sliding his pants down and I groan looking at his length.

“When did I say I liked you?” I smirk as he crawls over me. He lines himself up with my core and pushes in slowly. My toes curl with every inch as small gasps leave my mouth.

“How’s it feel?” he rocks his hips into me.

“Like I need you to move.” I whine as I push my hips against his. He chuckles and starts to slowly move his hips as I squirm beneath him. He snaps back into me as he captures my lips before beginning to rut into me. I moan into his mouth as my pleasure begins to coil. He kisses down my jaw to bite across my neck as his name falls from my mouth.

“You’re doing so good for me.” he coos never losing his rhythm. The coil that was building snaps at his words and he curses into my neck as I pulse around him.

“Benji,” I whine breathlessly as he continues to push into me. Broken whimpers leave my mouth as I feel pleasure starting to build again. My nails dig into his shoulders when his fingers find my sensitive bud.

“You gunna come for me again?” he purrs as my eyes start to roll back. I nod my head as I pant beneath him. His thrusts become erratic and a string of curses leave his mouth as my walls contract around him. He pushes into roughly before I feel his warmth spread throughout. He rests his forehead on mine as we try to catch our breath. I sigh as he pulls out and collapses next to me pulling me closer.

“Just stay.” I mumble as I feel my eyes droop.

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“Fuck what time is it?” I jump up from the bed untangling from Benji who groans wiping his eyes. I check my phone seeing that I have about twenty minutes until I need to go visit my mother and get her bills paid. Which I don’t even want to think about at this particular moment. “Fucking taxis,” I mutter pulling up the phone number.

“I’ll give you a ride to the hospital.” I turn to see Benji sliding on his pants. “Get dressed and we’ll head out. Don’t worry, I’ll wait in the car.” he chuckles kissing my forehead before slipping into the bathroom.

I pull clothes on and we’re out the front door in five minutes. I’m walking through the main hospital doors shortly after. My mom is awake and happy and I do everything I can to avoid the doctor’s gaze. He stands a little too close to me but I try not to make a big deal.

“Well, I’m going to head out..” I hug my mom and kiss her cheek. The doctor follows me out of her room and a shiver goes through my body.

“Let’s go to finance, I have a break.” he says lowly before walking to the nurses station. I wait for him at the elevator and as we share the small space I beg for the elevator to move any faster. I watch as the secretary types into her computer and hands me a receipt paying for the next three months. I nod at the doctor and flee the hospital. I make it to Benjis and he offers me a smile.

“How was she today?” he turns to me.

“She was okay.” I nod my head fidgeting my fingers.

“Do you want me to drive you to the diner?” he grabs my hands to settle my nerves.

“I don’t- I’m calling in.” I shake my head not in the mood for the diner today.

“Home?” he asks. “I can finish your car.” he smiles.

“Yeah that’s good.” I nod my head and we make our way back to my house.

I trudge into the front door with him close behind me. I grab us a drink before we make our way back to the garage. I sit on the ground lost in thought about the past 24 hours. I can’t even appreciate this man in front of me and my brows furrow.

“What’s wrong?” he looks at me from under my hood.

“I should start getting ready for the club soon.” I sigh looking up to him.

“Go get ready and I’ll finish up down here.” he nods to the stairs and I slip into the house. I take another boiling shower and start to detangle my hair. I grab a crowd favorite outfit and slip it on before putting sweats on over it. Benji knocks on my bedroom door and leans against the frame with a smile.

“It’s all fixed, baby.” he jingles my keys.

“Really?” my face lights up and I grab my keys from him and bound down the stairs. I jump into my car and it starts right away. “You’re a lifesaver.” I beam up at him.

“Of course. Anything you need.” he hums. “I guess I don’t get to drive you home anymore.” he pouts.

“You can still come over in the middle of the night.” I nibble on my lower lip.

“Text me when you want me.” he offers me a quick kiss. “I’m going to head out and check on the shop. Maybe I’ll see you later.” his smile causes my heart to skip a beat and I nod my head.

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I decide to leave early for the club and see if anyone wants to go home early. I feel so stupid for calling into the diner. Just because I’m a couple months ahead doesn’t mean I can slack now. I shake my head confused as I see Benjis car. I park and start walking up when the front doors burst open. I gasp as I see my boss thrown to the ground.

“I didn’t make her do anything.” my boss has his hands raised as my breath catches.

“You knew she was uncomfortable and always told you no.” Benji grabs my bosses shirt. “Do you want me to hit you again?”

“No.” my boss wails as I look on with wide eyes.

“No means yes to you I heard.” he chuckles before landing blow after blow on his face. I stumble towards them in shock.

“Benji,” my voice breaks. “Benji, please.” he stops and looks up to me as his eyes soften.

“You’re fucking crazy and you’re crazy if you think you’ll still be working here.” my boss turns to me. “You both better be gone before I call the cops.” he rises and staggers back into the club. I look to Benji with tears streaming down my face.

“Why?” my voice breaks. “Why did you do this? You know I need this job.” I move back as he steps towards me. “My mother’s life is on the line.”

“Baby,-“

“No.” I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to see you again. I told you not to do this. You just fucked me over Benji.” I walk backwards to my car keeping my eyes on him.

“Y/n, please,” he looks at me with pleading eyes.

“I can’t do this.” I shake my head and grab my handle. I get into the car and peel out of the lot with no destination in mind.

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gremlin-girly · 8 days ago

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For your 20 Questions Event, a request!

Jake Jensen + Soulmate AU + 14. "Are you trying to die?!"

Thank you for such a fun event!

Stella Stella Stella!!! Thank you for this ask! I've been trying all weekend to come up with something very Jake and I think I've got it 🤭 This was a nice break from all of the Curtis fics - sorry it's short and a lil rushed x

Death Defying Jake Jensen

Pairing: Jake Jensen x f!Reader

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, meetcute (ig), a hint of angst for Jake's inner thoughts as a warning

Quote 14: "Are you trying to die?!"

Trope: Soulmate AU

Word count: n/a on mobile but to hazard a guess maybe 500ish

Part of the 20s challenge

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There had to be a better saying than "always the bridesmaid never the bride". Jake was sick to the back teeth of hearing it.

When it came to Soulmates and Soulmarks, Jake's had to be the worst. He was constantly in the line of danger and the desire to find his soulmate - to finally be with his soulmate - led Jake to being all the more reckless than usual. All thanks to his Soulmark.

Running into burning buildings, avoiding stay bullets to help civilians escape safely... it usually only got him an earful off Clay for being so reckless. Jake had played it off but after the third or fourth time, Pooch had bestowed the title of Death Defying onto him.

On the last mission, it was Cougar who had managed to snag his Soulmate and while Jake was happy for his friend, he couldn't help but feel a little disheartened. The last Loser without a Soulmate.

"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, huh Jensen?" Aisha had given him a soft look, a rarity, and patted his shoulder. "You'll get yours next time."

Flicking through the issues of comics, Jake sighed. Saving people was a big bonus in the search of his soulmate but he felt like a child having a tantrum. Why couldn't he have his Soulmate? It wasn't fair. Had he done something to piss off some god-like being in a past life?

Superman had Louis. Batman had Catwoman. Spider-man had Mary Jane or Gwen Stacy, sometimes even Felicia Hardy. They all had someone to come home to, even if they were fictional. So, what was the Death Defying Jake Jensen doing wrong?

With his comics in tow, he heads to the cash desk to pay up looking out of the window to the store. It's a nice enough day, sunshine bright but not searing, but there are too many couples out for Jake to enjoy the sun. He didn't need the reminder that he was still alone.

He steps out into the street looking at the pavement wondering if he'd be one of those Soulmates that doesn't find there other half until they're old and grey. He shudders at the thought, quickly looking out into the road before stepping off the edge of the pavement.

Which would have been fine if he was paying attention.

A car horn blares loudly. Like a deer in headlights, he turns to the sound but doesn't move; thoughts startled out of his brain.

"Are you trying to die?!" The driver screams, laying on her horn as Jake stands there dumbly in the middle of the road. Jake's heart beats at a breakneck speed, noticing she looks more concerned than angry. However, he feels tingly all over and lightheaded at her words... he thinks he may just pass out. Was this...?

Another few beeps of her horn snap him out of his thoughts.

"I - um -" He blinks, still stunned. She was beautiful. Was she really his soulmate? "No, actually I'm not."

She stares at him through her windshield, mouth slightly agape; clearly experiencing that warm, happy feeling he'd felt spread through her body. She leans over and opens the passenger door as the car behind her honks angrily.

"Get in!" She calls to him, smiling now.

Jake rushes around the car and jumps in, fumbling with his seat belt as she drives away. The both of them keep stealing blushing glances at eachother, laughing breathlessly with a mixture of shock and nerves. What are the chances you almost get killed by your Soulmate?

"Hi." Jake finally bumbles out, placing his comic bag between his feet.

"Hi." She giggles back before telling him her name. He swallows thickly and nods, still in disbelief.

"Jake." He manages out, offering her his hand, which she shakes briefly before holding onto the steering wheel again. "Where are we going? You seem to have kidnapped me."

"Hardly kidnapping if you get in the car of your own free will." She snickers, face reddening.

"Just because I was lured in by a pretty face instead of candy doesn't mean it isn't kidnapping." He counters, heart fluttering as he sees her sputter a laugh.

"Maybe I panicked okay?" She snorts. "I almost killed you because you stepped out in front of me!"

"So you thought kidnapping me would make it better?"

She loses it at that; her laughter filling the car, with its happy lilt that makes Jake's body sing in response. He'd waited so long for this feeling of elation and it was worth every pained moment to be near her and hear her be so happy too.

"If you're not in a rush," she says, smiling wide. "We could get drive through?"

"You don't know how amazing that sounds right now."

Maybe waiting wasn't all that bad, if you're almost killed and then kidnapped by your gorgeous Soulmate for a drive through...

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starstruckunknown-princess · 11 months ago

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Hyacinth - Joel Miller x Reader

Hyacinth (Hyacinthus) - Meaning: Please forgive me

Summary: After hitting your car, Joel Miller takes you out on a date to apologize.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: Fluff!, slight language, reader wears makeup and a sundress but is otherwise a blank slate, Pre/no outbreak AU, no Ellie, reader was left at the altar, dinner date conversation, making out, nicknames 'sugar' and 'darlin', Joel Miller is a warning in and of himself

I'm really happy with how this turned out! Just a fluffy first date with Joel Miller. Enjoy!

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“Am I crazy?” you asked your best friend, Maria, while applying your mascara.

“For what? Going on a date with the guy who smashed up your car?” Maria asked dryly, shrugging her shoulders while she watched you get ready. “Nah, I’ve done crazier shit.”

“What if I remember him much more handsome than he is? Like the adrenaline made me think he was super hot?” you asked.

“You can always invoke the code phrase and I’ll call you from ‘the hospital.’” Maria offered, putting ‘the hospital’ in air quotes. You smiled over at her and reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze. She smiled back at you. “Though I hope he’s not a dud. It’s about damn time you got back out there.”

“You’re telling me,” you muttered, touching up your lipstick. You hadn’t had anything more than a hook-up since you were left at the altar two years ago, throwing yourself into work and fixing up the house you bought with your ex.

With a final look in the mirror, you fluffed your hair and gave yourself a look of approval, then turned to Maria for final approval.

“You look hot, babe. This guy isn’t gonna know what hit him.”

You laughed, “Good, cuz he’s the one who hit me. Well, my car, but you know.”

Three days ago in the grocery store parking lot, you’d been pulling into a spot when a scruffy-looking man hopped into the truck in the spot across from you, started it up, and pulled forward without looking. The front of your little sedan stood no chance against the grill of his behemoth contractor’s truck.

He’d been incredibly embarrassed and apologetic, offering his insurance info and to pay for the damages himself. Amidst all this, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. Brown curls with a striking hint of gray at the temples, broad, square jaw, and his eyes. Oh, you couldn’t get enough of his eyes and their dark brownness that threatened to swallow you whole. He must’ve noticed you staring because shortly after the tow truck arrived, he asked you on a date.

“I know this ain’t the best time and, y’know if you’ve got a boyfriend or somethin’ feel free to tell me to shut up, but uh, I was wonderin’ if you’d let me buy ya dinner Friday night? As an apology.” A light blush had risen in his cheeks and he shuffled his feet like he was nervous, so you agreed to it. The smile on his face could’ve lit up the whole city. “Great, I’ll drive.”

You’d both laughed at his joke.

The doorbell you installed yourself rang, pulling you back to the present. Maria went downstairs and opened the door. You turned back to the mirror for one last once-over before Maria called your name. You descended into the foyer of your house and couldn’t help the smile that rose on your face.

Joel Miller framed in your front doorway, wearing a dark green button-down and dark wash jeans would forever be seared into your memory. He looked, in a word, delectable. When he saw you, he smiled.

“Hey,” he said. “Ready to go?”

“Yep,” you said, but Maria cleared her throat from where she held the door open. “Oh! Joel, this is my friend Maria. Maria, this is Joel.”

They muttered hellos and you grabbed your purse, muttering to Maria that no hospital visit was necessary. She smirked her knowing smirk and nodded, bidding you good night.

Joel brought you to a nice Italian place, behaving like the perfect Southern Gentleman the whole time. He’d opened doors for you, pulled out your chair, and kept his hands to himself other than a hand at the small of your back to guide you to the table. You’d thought manners like this had gone the way of 8-track players and rotary phones, but you were utterly charmed by him.

While you looked over the menu, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him in the candlelight. You didn’t know he’d been doing the same since he picked you up until he cleared his throat.

“Uh, you look really beautiful tonight,” he said. You could tell he was nervous — dark brown eyes darting all over, fingers tapping on the table.

You smiled warmly at him to try and ease his nerves, “You look really nice, too, Joel. I’ve been looking forward to this since you hit my car.”

Your assurance seemed to calm him and he chuckled, “Me too, actually. Best accident I’ve ever been in. Well, second best.”

“What’s the first?” you asked, curious.

A pink hue tinged his cheeks and he looked down at the table. “My daughter. She wasn’t planned, but she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You have a daughter?”

“Yeah, is that,” he cleared his throat again, “is that an issue?”

“God, no!” you insisted, “So you’re divorced? I hope?” you joked.

“Uhh, her mom split before we got married. Haven’t heard from her since.” He muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the server came over and took your orders.

When the server left, Joel wouldn’t meet your gaze. Before you got the chance to ask about his daughter he leaned forward a bit and made eye contact. “I’m sorry, I don’t do this often. I think the last date I went on was when Sarah was in preschool so it’s been a while.”

Because you had a faulty filter, or because you wanted him to know you knew how awkward dating was you blurted, “I was left at the altar two years ago. So I haven’t dated much either.”

“Really?” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“Yeah. We’d been together for six years, I followed him out here for his job, and then on the big day — poof! He disappeared. Two days later, he called from Florida and said he’d gotten a job offer he couldn’t refuse but he didn’t want to uproot the life I had built here,” you scoffed at the bitterness of your memory, washing it down with a sip of wine.

In the dimness of the restaurant his features softened, but you didn’t see pity in his eyes. Only understanding.

And damn if it wasn’t exactly what you needed.

Joel, you were coming to realize, was exactly what you needed.

“Well he’s a goddamn moron,” Joel said. “Only spent a few hours with ya and I can tell.”

Your heart fluttered when his big hand landed on top of yours on the table. The weight of his hand on top of yours felt incredibly intimate, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. In fact, you really liked it.

“How old is Sarah now?” you asked, not moving your hand.

“Almost fourteen.”

You couldn’t help your reaction — your eyebrows shot up and you tried the mental math. Joel wasn’t that much older than you, maybe mid-thirties, late thirties max, so if his daughter was a teenager he had her in his early twenties.

“That must’ve been hard,” you said, turning your hand over under his so you were palm-to-palm and squeezing his hand gently, “Raising her on your own.”

Joel nodded and squeezed back, “Yeah, but my brother helps out and working for myself helps too.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a contractor.”

You lit up at that, mentioning all the little house projects you’d attempted and the two of you chatted about how much subway tiling a bathroom sucks until your entrees arrived.

You kept talking as you ate, finding more and more topics as the night wore on. Joel agreed to split a tiramisu even though he “didn’t much like sweets,” which you giggled at.

“Me neither, but tiramisu is the exception.”

You let him have the first bite, and he nodded in pleasure. “Yeah, that’s pretty damn good.”

Once the tiramisu was gone and the server dropped the check, you did the check dance, but he insisted that tonight was about him making amends so he should pay. You conceded, but only after insisting that next time was on you.

He’d raised an eyebrow at you, dark eyes getting somehow darker, “There’s gonna be a next time?”

Returning his smile, you nodded, “If you’d like to. I know I would.”

Joel finished signing the receipts and stood up, extending a large hand down for you to take. He lifted you up and your body filled with heat at his gaze. Even though you’d just eaten, he looked hungry.

“Me too, sugar,” he said lowly, lacing his fingers between yours and leading you out to his truck. Again, he opened the door for you like a gentleman and you could feel his eyes on you as you climbed in. You watched him round the front of the truck and get into the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on his hands as he turned the key and made a show of double-checking before he backed out of the parking spot which made you laugh.

You couldn’t help your eyes landing on him every few minutes as he drove you home, talking incessantly about his daughter. It was incredibly endearing how enamored he was with his kid, how much he admired her accomplishments and how he wished he could spend more time with her without work getting in the way. You could tell this was a man who loved deeply, was loyal to the core, and would carve his own heart out of his chest to make those he loved happy.

You were half in love with him already, but you shoved that thought away because it was way too soon.

Joel turned down your street and pulled into your driveway, hopping out and opening your door yet again. He helped you down and you kept hold of his hand.

“Walk you to your door?” he asked, voice husky and eyes dark. You nodded and he led you by the hand onto your porch. It was like something out of a movie. The warm night breeze wafted his spicy cologne toward you, making you lean in closer. His eyes bounced from your eyes to your lips, his own lips parted. From this close you admired each of the gray hairs blooming along his temple and in his short beard.

“Can I kiss you, darlin’?” he asked, accent thicker than it had been.

“Yes please,” you breathed, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was warm, soft yet firm, like the first bite into a perfectly ripe peach. He tasted like tiramisu and your hands wandered up to his chest. Underneath his shirt, you could feel his pulse quickening along with your own as his hands came to rest at your hips.

You wanted more, wanted to deepen the kiss and pull his firm, broad body flush against your own —

But then your front door opened, revealing Maria.

“Oh! Sorry, thought I heard…”

You and Joel broke apart at your best friend’s interruption. Joel looked sheepish, burying his hands in his pockets.

“Give us a sec,” you said to Maria, who shut the door. Years of friendship told you she was eavesdropping on the other side of the door, so you kept it brief.

“I had a really, really great time tonight, Joel,” you said.

He smiled down at you, brushing some hair behind your ear. “Me too. You busy tomorrow night?”

You shook your head, “Free as a bird.”

“Good. Pick you up at seven?”

“It’s a date.”

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tomtenadia · 10 months ago

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Detours to You - 28

Hello all,

I was planning on posting this on our favourite queen's bday but I forgot. Anyway this is an important chapter with a. lot of fluff and cuteness.

Spot the direct quote from the book 🥰

MASTERLIST

May eventually arrived and with it Aelin’s birthday. She was turning thirty four and Rowan had a plan.

He had convinced her to take the day off and Elide and Lysandra had been his partners in crime. Aelin was four months along and the hint of a baby bump had started to show. Maya had been fascinated and both he and Aelin, had made sure to answer all of her questions, some of them with the help of books.

That morning he had sneaked out of bed earlier than usual and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He was making fresh croissants filled with chocolate. His mum, an early bird like him, had joined him and helped him prepare a super meal.

He had been planning that day for a while now, but he was mostly excited about the rest of the day. He had told his plan to Maya and had to threaten her to cancel her hockey training if she babbled. Maya had promised to keep the secret.

The smell of pastries engulfed the house and it wasn’t long until Aelin showed up on the kitchen doorstep with Maya in tow.

He turned to them “My queen, my princess.” He offered them a bow “your breakfast is ready.” With his hand he waved at the table where a tray full of croissants was awaiting them at its side a bowl with fruits and other sweet treats he had prepared. Then a chocolate milkshake for both and a mug of coffee for him and his mum.

Aelin pulled Rowan to her and begged for a kiss “Happy birthday, fireheart.” He whispered against her lips.

“Happy birthday, mama!” Maya climbed off the chair and ran out of the room returning a few minutes later with a piece of paper in her hands “nana Wen helped me last night.”

Maya passed the paper to her mother and Aelin squealed in delight. It was a drawing of her dressed up as a queen, Rowan at her side was a knight and Maya was in front of them with an armour of her own. Underneath there was a scribbling reading “happy birthday queen mum.”

Aelin squeezed her daughter tight “I love you, muffin.”

Eiddwen distributed the food and sat down “well, I think I have my birthday surprise too,” she started “I have bought a small cottage in the neighbourhood down the hill.”

Silence.

“Mum?”

“Rowan, you and Aelin are going to have another child. I will help and I will be a babysitter if you need to, but you need your own space without me lurking around.”

“Eiddwen, you are not a burden.”

The woman took Aelin’s hand “I know darling, but you two might want some privacy too.” She continued “as I said I will be just down the hill. I might have to go back to Wendlyn for a short spell to make sure everything is alright in the other house but I will be back for my grandson’s birth.”

Eiddwen turned to Rowan who had been silent “Rowan?”

“Mum, no one is kicking you out.”

Eiddwen moved closer to her son “I know,” she knew he was worrying about her. Still remembered how hard she had to push him to leave Wendlyn and go back to Terrasen where he belonged “I know you worry and are happy to look after me, but I am fine. These few months with you three have been better than any therapy I went to in the past five years.”

“Okay.”

“Good, now let’s stop moping, we have a birthday girl to celebrate.”

After breakfast he finally set his plan in motion.

Elide and Lysandra picked Aelin up for their spa session. When he had talked to them about his plan, Lys had reminded him that the spa voucher still remained unclaimed. That was the perfect excuse to distract her. He and Maya would go to the bookstore and set their plan in motion. He was giddy.

Once the car with the three women was away Rowan helped Maya to get ready and both left.

“Dad, I kept the secret.”

“You have been wonderful, my love.”

On that day he was driving his regular car since he had taken the day off and his deputy was on call. He did not want any interruptions. But that meant he could not go near Aelin’s shop since he was not on fire services duty.

He parked and helped Maya climb off the car seat and then he grabbed his bag.

Lysandra had given him a set of keys for the store since they had closed for the day.

He stepped in the shop and disabled the intruder alarm as Elide had explained and then locked the door behind him, making sure that the sign said closed for private function.

Elide and Lys had gone there early that morning and brought all the decorations he would need. They had been excellent partners in crime and supporters.

“Okay Maya, we need to decorate the fantasy section like a forest.”

“Yes.”

From a box he extracted a lot of fake kingsflames and started decorating the shelves while Maya looked after the bottom shelves. He then went through the back and took a vase with real kingsflames. They were Aelin’s favourite flower.

“Okay, shall we do the fairy lights now?”

Maya went to grab the content of another box “these ones?”

“Yes.”

Lys had suggested to use real candles but both Rowan and Elide had been horrified. Open flames in a bookshop? Lysandra had tried to explain she meant the one in glass style containers where the flame was away from the rim. He had given her a lecture on fire safety and Lys had surrendered at his idea of having battery powered tea lights.

He had finished attaching the strings of fairy lights while Maya was placing the tea lights in the most random places. Instead of changing everything he picked up one at a time and lifted Maya in his arms so she could be the one to place it in the correct location.

It took them a few hours for the transformation, but now the fantasy section of the shop looked amazing. He switched off the lights for that section and only left on the ones at the very far back for safety.

“What do you think?”

“I love it dad, it’s so magical.”

The tea and fairy light created a suffused atmosphere. It was perfect.

A text reached him.

“Maya, mum is coming, time to get changed.”

“We totally needed that,” said Aelin as they climbed back in the car “peanut and I are very relaxed.”

Lysandra and Elide looked at each other “there’s another stop we have to do before taking you home to your man.”

“Okay.”

They arrived in the centre of Orynth quickly and Aelin was confused when Lys parked in the staff car park.

“Lys?”

“Shh…” Elide told her.

They walked at the front of the shop and Aelin noticed a hint of lights from inside “why are the lights on?”

Lysandra had texted Rowan in advance and hoped he was ready.

They got in and Elide took her hand guiding her to the paradise in the middle of the shop.

Aelin gasped.

Rowan was standing in the centre of the fantasy section dressed in a knight armour and a sword at his hip. Maya was at his side with a kid’s version of his costume. He had asked Fenrys for the best place where to find such costumes and he had been happy at the result.

“What’s happening?” He heard Aelin ask.

He spotted Lysandra and Elide fall back into the darkness. He had promised they could stay and watch. They had been a great help after all.

“My queen,” he took a step forward and went down on one knee in front of her, bowing his head. He then looked up and offered her his hand and stood once more.

Maya advanced with a crown in her hands. Aelin kneeled so that Maya could placed it on her head “you look pretty, mama.”

“Thank you, my love.” She stood again and faced Rowan.

“Aelin, my queen, I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms, to wastelands, never settling, never stopping - not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited across the next ocean, over the next mountain. But I think… I think that the whole time, all those centuries, I was just looking for you.”

Aelin gasped loudly, that was a direct quote from her favourite book where the warrior confess his blossoming feelings to his queen.

“Rowan…”

He stepped forward and took her hand and Maya joined him carrying a small black box in her hands “mama, dada loves you very much. Will you marry him?”

“My queen, we took a detour through life and I almost lost you forever. No more. Marry me. Make me the happiest man in Erilea.”

Aelin started sobbing and nodding eagerly “Yes, of course.”

Rowan grabbed the ring from the box and placed it on Aelin’s extended hand “I love you, fireheart.”

Aelin moved closer to him and let his strong arms encircle her “I love you too, buzzard.”

Maya pulled at her mum’s dress “me too.”

The two adults kneeled down and sandwiched their daughter in-between “Mama did you like the surprise?”

“It was beautiful, baby, and I am so happy,” she said with still wet eyes.

Lysandra and Elide waited until it was okay and then ran to the trio “Congratulations!”

“You can finally join us in the married club.”

“Am I allowed too?”

“Rowan, you can join Lorcan and Aedion and you three can have husbands nights when the three of us need a break.”

Rowan chuckled.

“Mama, dada can we have pizza tonight?”

Rowan looked up at Aelin “do you feel okay to go out?”

“I want to keep my knight’s costume.”

Luckily Rowan had bought hers but his had to be returned.

He helped Lysandra and Elide tidy up while Maya slayed imaginary dragons and pretended to protect Aelin.

Once they were all finished Lys and Elide said their goodbyes while Rowan guided his girls outside. It was late afternoon and the sun was still high. It was May and Terrasen would experience longer days.

“Dada, can we go to Orynth Tower?”

Rowan smiled and looked at Aelin. That had been their first date. It had been a stunning evening and he had taken her on top of it and they had their first kiss. It was just perfect.

“Did you plan this too?”

Rowan shook his head.

They drove there since it was in the heart of the financial district and he was not asking Aelin to take public transport when he had a car. Rowan parked the car at the car park nearby and they started walking. Maya still dressed with her cape and her plastic sword. She was happy and Rowan was not going to spoil that moment.

He bought a family ticket and they joined the queue for the lifts. Maya holding her dad’s hand and Aelin was holding the other, leaning against him while they waited.

Rowan kissed her head “remember when we visited here on our first date?”

Aelin looked up at him and smiled.

“You had a cute blue dress that really messed up with my head all night. You had let your hair down and curled it too.” Another kiss “you were the most beautiful woman I ever saw.”

“You came straight from work and had kept your uniform to impress me.”

Rowan laughed “that I did.”

“Let’s go!” Called Maya, while pulling her father forward.

He and Aelin followed and entered together with a few tourists as well.

As on instinct, Rowan’s eyes landed on the panel against the wall and the codes for the last inspection.

The lift was made of glass and they could see all the cables.

“Dad, I can see the cables.”

Rowan picked up his daughter in his arms “see that hatch on top of us?” Maya nodded “once I had to rescue some people stuck in this very elevator. My colleagues they lowered me down with the ropes inside it.”

“Did you save them all?”

“Of course I did.”

Aelin smashed her face against his chest and restrained her giggle. She had heard that story already and the face of the other passengers was just the same as the first time they rode it together. She knew Rowan would not take a lift if alone, but with her he always made an effort if it involved an insane number of storeys.

“Dad, you can always save us if we get stuck.”

Rowan laughed and horror spread around the cabin “we are okay, baby.”

The ride finally over, Rowan let the other people file out and apologised silently to all of them.

“Let’s go.”

Once on the platform he put Maya down and the girl ran to the viewing point and plastered herself against the transparent barrier “dada it’s so pretty.”

Rowan and Aelin joined her and Aelin snuggled closer to him. The view for taller people was free, and Rowan leaned against the barrier.

“I love that we are here on the day we got engaged.”

Aelin lifted her left hand in front of her staring at the ring on her fourth finger “I still can’t believe it. Still feels like I am dreaming.”

Rowan pulled her body really close to his while his free hand was brushing Maya’s head who was leaning against his legs.

“Maybe this is how is was meant to happen,” he whispered softly against her head “maybe this detour through life was what we needed to come out better and stronger than what we were five years ago.”

Aelin kissed his shoulder “that sound like something my dad would say.”

Rowan chuckled lightly “it was actually, and he made me think.” He turned her to face him “I am not saying that is going to be perfect from now on, but all we have gone through made us stronger,” he kissed her forehead in a loving gesture “And I love you three madly.”

Aelin looked down at Maya who was still staring at the view from the tower.

“You are my sappy old man.”

“To whatever end.” He whispered back with a soft kiss.

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suspensionbridges · 10 months ago

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The making of U2's Numb music video according to Bill Flanagan

The members of the band all grab pieces of paper and make lists of what they'd like to see happen to Edge in a chair. Edge's list is full of suggestions like, "Beautiful women kiss Edge." The guitarist is taken aback when his bandmates ideas are read out: "Edge gets punched in face," "Cigarette pushed up Edge's nose," "Break egg on Edge's head." Bono sees the sick look on his pal's mug and whispers that Edge may be a little nervous about having to be a video star. I don't think that's what Edge is nervous about.

[Director] Godley suggests that maybe it should be Bono who comes up and binds Edge with the string.

"Bono?" Edge says with mock alarm. "Bono is going to tie ropes around my neck? Wait a minute..."

Dennis Sheehan is off in the corner shouting into a walkie-talkie that Morleigh, the belly dancer, was told she was on hold for this shoot today and now no one can find her...Unlike practically everyone else on the tour, Morleigh does not wait on the whims of the kings. She has her own dance company; she is a pro. If there's a call she'll be there on time and ready to work, but if no one remembers to call her she will go about her business...With his usual magical gift for finding women, Bono strolls in a minute later with Morleigh in tow. He was staring out the car window on the way through Berlin, saw her walking down a side street, and called to her to jump in and see what was going on at the "Numb" set.

The director reads off the list of options: "Do you want Morleigh's legs around your neck or her foot in your face?"

Bono, Adam, and Larry say together, "The foot in the face!"

Edge: "I prefer the legs around the neck."

As the sun comes up outside the hotel Larry raises a glass to Edge, star of the shoot. "To Reg!" Larry toasts, using the nickname insiders have given his famous nickname.

"To Reg!" the room replies.

Someone asks where Bono's gone.

"He's upstairs," Godley says, "furiously practicing his lead guitar."

[All quotes taken from U2: At the End of the World by Bill Flanagan.]

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tolbachik-art · 8 months ago

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Towing An Abandoned Car Fundraiser

Hi!

Long story short, there’s been a car in our driveway that’s been abandoned for about five years now. We transferred the title to someone, but they moved hundreds of miles away without it, so we need to tow it to their family’s place instead since that’s closer. It’ll be about $200-$400.

I’m chronically ill and can’t work, and can only really do art as a way to make any cash.

I was going to have a better, flashier commissions post, but I’ll just give the price breakdown here. Any little bit helps, so thanks in advanced!

PRICES

$5 - 800x800

$12.5 - 1200x1200

$17.5 - 2000x2000

$30 - 3500x3500

ADDONS

$0 - basic painting, minimal complexity, no painting past terminator, one body

$10 - extra attention to detail, painting past terminator, plus unshaded png

$0/$5/$10 - extra per celestial body, depends on level of complexity, limit depending on canvas size

$0-$15 - rings, dependent on orbital plane and no. of segments

$0/$5/$10 - cloud layer, dependent on complexity

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$2 - convert to mission patch

$0-$15 - background, dependent on complexity (black > starfield > sf + galaxy > sf + galaxy + nebula/accurate stars)

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TERMS

I will take 15% of the full order up front, and will immediately put that towards a donation fund of my choosing. The rest will be taken after I finish your piece. Proof of donation will be sent privately, or posted publicly depending on your preference. It will be added to a donation counter, either way.

I cannot rush pieces. I am chronically ill, and cannot make promises on when I will be done, but I try to work as quickly as my body and mind allow.

A minimum of an hour and a half will be spent on pieces smaller than 1200x1200, with the attention to detail option.

If wanting a piece larger than 3500x3500, please DM me and we can discuss details.

I can be reached here or on discord, just at “tolbachik” without the quotes.

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gravity-falls-dreamer · 3 months ago

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Gravity Falls: Dreamer Chapter 2: Carnival

“Come on, Dipper! Hurry up!” Mabel shouted as she bounced on the balls of her feet. “I don't want to miss the freaky carnival that rolled into town!”

"Alright, Mabel, just a second!" Dipper grumbled, struggling with his shoes. "A carnival appears out of nowhere and suddenly it's a must-see. It's probably cursed or something."

Dipper hurried after his sister, nearly tripping in his haste to reach Stan's old car where Mabel was already waiting.

Hearing the commotion, Evalin emerged from the hallway into the foyer, narrowly avoiding a collision with Dipper, who apologized quickly before dashing outside. She noticed Stan in front of the foyer mirror, looking surprisingly dapper in a dark gray suit and brown shoes, an 8-ball topped cane under his arm.

“Wow, you clean up nice,” Evalin teased. “What's the occasion?”

“I guess some crazy carnival rolled into town overnight while we were all sleeping,” Stan responded with a grin. “The whole town's buzzing. Plenty of folks to swindle. Why don't you go spread the word or somethin', eh? Make yourself useful.”

Evalin let out a nervous laugh before waving him off. “I think I'll start with breakfast first. Have you guys eaten yet?” she asked, heading towards the kitchen.

“I'm sure the kids probably had cereal or somethin',” Stan shrugged as he got his tie just right. “Hey, if you see Sixer today, tell him we went off to town, would ya? I'm sure he is down in his lab doing whatever nerdy thing he does. Well, I'm off to make my fortune! See ya!” Stan announced with a clap, striding towards his car where Dipper and Mabel were yelling at him to hurry up or they'd miss all the fun.

The old car rattled down the road towards the town. From a distance, Dipper and Mabel could already spot the carnival attractions, but as they approached, the bustling crowd revealed how much busier it was up close. The townsfolk's expressions mixed excitement with a hint of apprehension. Although carnivals were typically about wholesome family fun, this one had clearly seen better days. The rides and booths were dilapidated, the paint peeling and the structures creaking ominously. A large Ferris wheel stood in the background, its seats swaying gently with the breeze, while the carnival music played a slightly discordant tune.

Stan parked the car and retrieved a folding table from the trunk, his face lighting up with nostalgia. "Ah, this takes me back to my childhood!"

"Grunkle Stan, this place is kinda creepy," Dipper remarked, following with boxes in tow.

Stan waved off the concern with a chuckle. "It's just an old, mysterious carnival that popped up overnight without any warning. Sure, it looks a bit rundown, but that’s all part of its charm. It’s old-fashioned, just like me!"

"Definitely on the 'old' part," Mabel whispered to Dipper, barely suppressing her laughter so that Stan couldn’t hear.

They quickly found a spot to set up, and Stan wasted no time unfolding the table and arranging a display of Mystery Shack merchandise, topped with a large sign that beckoned to passersby. Before long, the stall resembled a mini Mystery Shack.

“Grunkle Stan, I thought you gave the Mystery Shack to Soos? Why are you out here trying to sell stuff from the shack?” Dipper asked as he picked up a bobble head.

"I did, but you can take the mystery out of the man, but not the man out of the money-making," Stan quoted with a grin. Dipper gave him a puzzled look, prompting Stan to add, "I like money, kid. And besides, I still get a cut of the profits, so it's a win for me."

Mabel started to jump up and down as she got Stan's attention. “Okay, okay, we helped set up the booth for you. Can we go now? Pleeeeease?”” she asked, clearly excited to go explore the carnival.

Stan waved them off nonchalantly, and the twins dashed into the throng. Mabel beelined for a ring toss game, while Dipper seized the chance to interrogate some carnival workers.

“So, where did you guys come from? How come we didn't hear you guys setting up overnight? There wasn't an announcement about a carnival coming to town until this morning. Seems like bad business practice,” Dipper rambled. The carnival worker, a younger looking man adorned with an old-fashioned striped carnival outfit, grumbled and rolled his eyes at Dipper's barrage of questions.

“Hey, Dipper! Mabel!” a voice called out above the crowd. The twins turned to see Evalin, dressed in a chic simple black dress and her hat on her head, approach them with a basket in her arms.

"Oh, hey," Dipper said, his voice tinged with unease. Evalin smiled warmly as she handed each of them a large muffin and a bottle of milk.

"I made these for you guys," she explained. "Stanley said you only had cereal for breakfast, so I thought I’d make you something a little more filling."

"Ooh! These look amazing!" Mabel exclaimed as she took a huge bite of the muffin and chewed with delight.

"Geez, Mabel! At least say thank you!" Dipper scolded at his sister. "Sorry about that. She really likes sweets. Like, really really likes sweets. Thanks from both of us."

"It's no trouble at all," Evalin replied, her smile lingering. "I'm glad she enjoys them." After a pause, she added, "Speaking of Stanley, have you seen him? I'd like to give him a muffin too."

Dipper pointed to the booth where Stan was doing a salesman pitch. Evalin gave them a quick nod before excusing herself to go over to Stan's booth.

"Step right up, folks! Don’t miss out on the chance to own a piece of the truly unique, the utterly unexplainable, the absolutely unbelievable—Mystery Shack merchandise! From bobbleheads that bobble with mysterious purpose, to t-shirts that might just change your luck, every item is a conversation starter. Deals like these don’t come around often. Get your magical and mysterious souvenirs before they disappear like yesterday’s dreams. Come see for yourself, and remember, every purchase is an investment in wonder!" Stan's voice bellowed out above the crowd. He watched as Evalin approached, basket in hand. “For the pretty hobbit lady, you can have a 5% discount!”

Evalin giggled and shook her head. "As much as I’d love to take you up on that offer, I only have breakfast for you," she replied, pulling out a muffin and milk from her basket. Stan grinned broadly as he accepted them.

"How’s business?" Evalin inquired with genuine interest.

"Eh, could be better," Stan admitted with a shrug. "With all these crazy attractions around, it’s tough to grab people’s attention." He took a big bite of the muffin, his eyes widened in surprise. "Wow! These are pretty damn good! You could sell these, y'know?" he remarked, crumbs tumbling from his lips. "I'd know. After all, I am the best salesman around!"

"Thank you, Stanley. I’m glad you like them," Evalin chuckled. "But I only made enough for you guys, so it looks like everyone else will have to go hungry."

"Damn, too bad for them. These are really damn good," Stan said as he finished the last of his muffin and quickly downed the milk. "They’re definitely missing out on some top-tier stuff."

"Thanks!" he added with a proud grin. "I feel like I could rip people off so much faster now!"

"What?" a passing tourist called out as he overheard Stan. Stan and Evalin exchanged a brief glance.

"You didn't hear squat, ham-bone," Stan grumbled. The tourist shot him a dirty look before walking away. Evalin couldn’t help but giggle at the exchange, and Stan, confused, felt his face warm.

"You thought that was funny?" he asked.

"Ham-bone? Really?” Evalin chuckled. “Besides, did you see the look on his face? Priceless." Stan beamed at the compliment, pleased.

"Well, if you thought that was funny, check out that guy over there," Stan said and pointed to a man with an unusual nose. "Hey, potato nose! Where'd you come from? The potato farm?"

Evalin burst out laughing, her amusement filling the air as Stan reveled in being the center of attention, especially when he could make someone laugh. Surprisingly, Evalin seemed to genuinely appreciate his humor. After a few moments, Evalin managed to regain her composure.

"Here, let me help with your booth. Got a pen and paper?" she asked while she wiped a tear from her eye. Stan glanced around and found a napkin and a pen, handing them to her.

Evalin leaned over the table and quickly drew an odd symbol on the napkin and poked it before handing it back to him. "You got a lighter?"

"Uh, yeah?" Stan pulled out his trusty Zippo.

"When you’re ready, light that sigil on fire," Evalin instructed, her voice steady. Stan looked at her, confused. She put her hand up and added, "please trust me.”

"Lady, I don’t trust anyone, but I do like to light things on fire," Stan said with a grin. He flicked open the lighter and set the napkin alight.

As the fire consumed the symbol, a sudden rush of customers surrounded the booth, eager to buy merchandise. Stan was almost overwhelmed by the influx of sales, while Evalin stood off to the side, watching the chaos unfold with a quiet giggle, satisfied with her work.

“What the hell?” Dipper responded as he watched the entire scene unfold from a distance. “Mabel, did you see that?”

“See what?” Mabel said as she walked up with a giant cone of cotton candy that was bigger than her head.

“Of course you didn't,” Dipper groaned. "Evalin gave Grunkle Stan some paper, he set it on fire, and then suddenly, he was swarmed by customers. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

“Maybe the fire attracted them? Everyone loves a good fire show!” Mabel suggested, though Dipper remained skeptical.

“No, there is definitely something paranormal going on here and we should investigate,” he insisted, starting to head over, but Mabel grabbed his arm.

“Hey, bro, look!” She pointed to a carny walking into a tent that said 'Employees Only', carrying a small, seemingly unconscious Gorney in his arms.

“What the actual hell?” Dipper gasped, momentarily distracted from the earlier mystery. He quickly motioned his sister to follow him into the 'Employees Only' tent.

The twins slipped into the tent after the carny. Inside, they found a space that was much larger than its exterior suggested. The interior was dimly lit, with only a faint light at the far end of a long, cobweb-strewn hallway. Moving cautiously, they tiptoed toward the light, stopping at a threshold concealed by a curtain. They peeked through a small gap.

The room beyond was eerily silent and strangely unsettling. A haunting echo of children's screams seemed to emanate from the walls, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Shelves lined the walls, filled with empty jars.

“Dipper, look!” Mabel whispered urgently.

Dipper's gaze followed her finger and spotted the carny from earlier, although now he looked different, almost transparent with a faint green glow around him. In his arms lay Gorney. The worker carefully placed the child in the center of a large circle drawn on the floor. He then raised his arms, and Gorney began to levitate just off the ground. Suddenly, a blinding light burst forth from the Gorney's chest, shooting upward and ricocheting around the room.

The carny grabbed an empty jar from a shelf and opened it. The light zipped into the jar, continuing to bounce within as faint, muffled screams emanated from it. After securing the lid tightly, Gorney's glowing form faded to transparency and then disappeared entirely. With the jar in hand, the carnival worker vanished through a door at the back of the room.

“Oh man, poor Gorney!” Mabel whispered, covering her mouth.

Dipper’s heart pounded in his chest, unsure what he just witnessed. "Mabel, we have to get out of here and get help," he whispered urgently. Without another word, the twins turned and sprinted back down the hallway.

As they reached the tent's entrance, they sprinted toward Stan's booth, but a sharp, mechanical voice halted them. "You there! Young Tree Twins!" it called out. Turning, the twins saw a fortune teller, a tall figure draped in gypsy garb, confined within a small wooden booth. Her crystal ball flickered with a cheap, artificial light, casting an eerie glow. There was something unsettlingly robotic about her demeanor, yet an inexplicable force drew them closer.

“Listen, lady, we are in a hurry here and don't have any time for-” Dipper started, but Mabel cut him off excitedly.

“Tell me how many boyfriends I'll have in the near future!” Mabel chirped.

“Mabel!” Dipper chided.

“What? I'm not going to waste this opportunity!” Mabel retorted. Before Dipper could say anything more, the fortune teller responded. The crystal ball flickered briefly before the fortune teller answered flatly.

“Four.”

Mabel's eyes widened, a twinkle forming in each as her grin stretched. “Four,” she repeated, delighted by the prediction. Dipper massaged his temples, exasperated, before turning back to the fortune teller.

"Look, lady, whether you're human or robot, we're really in a rush to find our Grunkle, so we're just gonna—" he started, but the fortune teller cut in with a cryptic warning.

“Listen and heed, boy:

The time comes soon, it fast approaches

From the mind that's filled with roaches.

The soul that has lost something which can't be found

Will release a power that is heavily bound.”

Dipper stared, bewildered. "Wait, is this about the carnival? Is something going to happen here?" he asked, his voice tinged with panic.

"Oh, my stars, no," the fortune teller chuckled dismissively. "But beware here:

A man wants to fill the hole of loss for in this place, he is the boss.

For what he wishes for, there's a heavy toll. The price he must pay is that of one's s-” Suddenly, there was a loud crash as a jolt of electricity surged through the fortune teller's body. She froze, silent, her eyes blank. After a few moments, she powered back on, as if nothing happened.

“Huh, I guess she really was a robot,” Mabel said as she tilted her head.

“Um, hello?” Dipper asked, hesitant. The fortune teller's eyes blinked before focusing on him, her gaze almost human.

“Hello, child. Would you like me to tell you your fortune?” she asked, her voice soft and mechanical. Before Dipper could reply, her robotic jaw clattered to the floor, and her body began to slump.

Dipper recoiled. "Uh, no thanks," he said quickly, seizing Mabel's hand. They hurried away, eager to escape the eerie fortune teller. They ducked into a tent marked "Mirror Maze."

"AH!" Dipper yelped as he froze, staring at a figure that looked just like him.

"Geez, Dipper, it’s just a mirror," Mabel said, unimpressed, and started making silly faces at her reflection.

Dipper edged back, his anxiety mounting. "We need to leave," he insisted, turning to find the exit only to be confronted by more mirrors. His panic spiked. He reached for Mabel's hand, but found only air. "Mabel? Mabel! Where are you?!"

Desperately, Dipper backed into one of the mirrors, only to feel a firm grip on his shoulders. Spinning around, he came face-to-face with... himself. But not quite. This version of Dipper was entirely reflective, like the mirrors themselves. As Dipper's eyes darted to other mirrors, he saw even more disturbing versions of himself: one of him looked like a zombie with part of his brain exposed; another Dipper appeared to be melting, as if made of wax in the scorching sun; and another was completely encased in a tree. Each version of himself stepped out of their respective mirrors and began to close in on him, surrounding him on all sides.

In panic, Dipper reached out for help, but his screams became muffled as he was engulfed by the pile of Dippers.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, a hand grabbed his and yanked him out of the suffocating mass. Mabel, battered with bruises and cuts, pulled him toward the entrance.

"Woah, Mabel! What happened to you?!" Dipper exclaimed, his voice filled with panic as he checked her over.

"Bro, all these other Mabels came out of the mirrors and started beating the crap out of me! They looked like me, but they were... so different! This place is totally cray-cray!" Mabel paused for a moment. “Although, one of them had a super cute sweater that I think I'm going to have to make now.”

"Come on, Mabel! We need to warn everyone to get away from this crazy place!" Dipper exclaimed.

The twins dashed through the carnival, arriving breathless at Stan's booth where he was busy selling merchandise and playfully ribbing tourists, much to Evalin's delight. However, upon spotting Dipper and Mabel, Stan’s jovial demeanor vanished. He hurried around the table, parting the crowd to reach his great-niece and nephew.

“Woah! What the hell happened?!” Stan demanded, his eyes wide with shock.

"Grunkle Stan, there’s something seriously wrong with this place!" Dipper exclaimed. "We saw the employees performing some sort of ritual, but they’re not even human—they're like... spectral beings! We saw them kidnap Gorney, who was passed out for some reason, and they extracted some light out of his chest!"

“Yeah!” Mabel added, her voice rising in panic. “Then we went into the Mirror Maze where there was a bunch of Mabels that popped out of the mirrors and started to beat the crap out of me! I barely got out in time to find Dipper and escape!"

Listening intently, Stan’s expression darkened. "The Mirror Maze, huh?" he growled, fists tightening. "Well, I'm about to rack up a whole bunch of bad luck by breaking mirrors, because NO ONE messes with my pumpkin!" With that, he charged toward the maze, a battle cry echoing behind him.

Dipper went to follow but Evalin placed a hand on his shoulder, gently stopping him as she shook her head. “I think it would be best if we didn't disturb him on this one. He is a man on a mission right now. Let's focus on figuring out what's going on here. First, can you show me the tent where the 'spectral beings' were performing their ritual?”

“Uh, that one,” Dipper said, skepticism laced his voice as he pointed to the tent marked “Employees Only”

“Perfect,” Evalin replied with a determined tone. "Pack up Stanley’s booth. It looks like we’re done here." She navigated through the crowd effortlessly, untouched by anyone. Dipper turned his focus to the booth.

"Alright, folks, the Mystery Shack booth is now closed," he announced, ushering people away.

"You don't have to leave, but you can't stay here!" Mabel added, playfully waving her arms to disperse the crowd. The visitors reluctantly began to leave, their disappointment palpable.

After the twins finished packing up the booth, Evalin returned with a handful of unusual herbs that Dipper and Mabel hadn't seen before.

"Mabel, come here, please," Evalin called. Mabel approached, and Evalin inspected her wounds. She chewed the herbs into a paste and applied it to Mabel’s cuts. With a circle of her finger, the cut began to glow. Soon, the wound closed in an instant.

“Ew, gross!” Mabel exclaimed, but her disgust quickly turned to amazement. “Hey, it's gone! Thanks, Evi!”

"I'm just glad you're okay," Evalin responded, smiling warmly.

Dipper watched with a mix of awe and suspicion. "How did you do that?" he asked, scrutinizing his sister's now flawless arm.

Evalin continued her work on Mabel, unaffected by his scrutiny. "Just something I’ve learned over the years," she explained simply.

Before Dipper could probe further, a sudden scream cut through the air. "Oh my god! There's a fire!" someone yelled. They all turned to see flames engulfing the 'Employees Only' tent. Dipper turned his attention to Evalin who pulled her hat down over her eyes so she didn't meet his gaze.

Stan reappeared, covered in cuts and looking as though he had just battled a wild animal, his clothes torn and skin scratched. He watched as people scurried around, trying to put out the fire.

“Woah, what's going on over there?” he asked, pointing toward the burning tent.

"Um, I think it’s best we leave," Evalin suggested quickly, urging them to grab their things. They loaded the car, and Evalin prepared another batch of her herbal paste.

She reached out to apply the mixture to Stan's wounds, but he jerked back. "Whoa, crazy lady! That was just in your mouth!" he protested.

"Relax," she said, frowning slightly. "This will help prevent infection."

"Grunkle Stan, let her do it! She healed my cuts too," Mabel encouraged, pointing to where her wound had been. Stan eyed her skeptically before giving Evalin a reluctant nod. Smiling, Evalin chewed more herbs and applied the paste to his cuts. Stan shuddered as the mixture seeped in, but, just like Mabel's, his wounds healed rapidly.

"There, that should do it," Evalin said, patting his shoulder. "Sorry I can’t numb the pain, but at least this will keep you from getting infected."

"I suppose I should thank you, I guess… So thanks for being gross!" Stan grumbled, half-smiling.

Evalin couldn't help but to laugh. "Grunkle Stan, you can’t just call people gross! That’s rude," Mabel scolded.

"It’s okay, he’s not wrong," Evalin conceded with a laugh, though her expression soon turned serious. "Dipper, about those employees you mentioned—what exactly did you see them doing?"

Dipper took a deep breath before explaining. "There was a carny who took Gorney into that tent, the one that was probably set on fire by you, we will circle back to that another time, and performed some kind of ritual on him to extract a light from his chest. That light freaked out, flying all around the room. Then the carny captured it in a jar, and after that, Gorney just vanished."

Evalin frowned, deep in thought. "Hmm, I might have an idea of what's happening here, but we should talk to one of the carnies to get more information," she murmured, completely ignoring Dipper trying to call her out.

"One creepy carny coming right up!" Stan declared, puffing out his chest. He approached the carny responsible for admissions, cupping his hand over his mouth. "Hey, punk! We've got questions!"

Noticing the determined look in their eyes, the carny tried to escape, but Stan was quick and tackled him to the ground. "Oh, no you don't!" Stan shouted, pinning him down.

"Hey! What the hell is your problem, old man!?" the worker yelled.

Evalin stepped forward, her face shadowed by her hat, and pressed her boot against the carny's hand. A mysterious green glow enveloped his body, revealing his true nature. The carny's alarm was evident, his cover blown.

"Listen, spirit," Evalin commanded firmly. "Tell us who's controlling you. Where is the puppet master here?"

Under Stan's weight, the glowing carny struggled briefly before resigning. "Alright, alright! It's the Ringmaster, Mr. Destori!" he confessed desperately. "He's got us all roped into soul gathering. Please, lady, we're just lowly spirits. Let me go!"

Evalin's expression softened as she knelt beside him, placing her hand on his head. "So be it," she murmured. A bright silver light flared from her hand, illuminating the area.

As soon as the ethereal words left her mouth, the carny faded away, sending Stan tumbling face-first into the ground with a thud. Dipper and Mabel looked up at Evalin who's face was unreadable for a moment.

"Whoa, what did you do?" Mabel asked, her eyes wide.

"I did as he requested; I set him free," Evalin replied, her demeanor softening.

"A little warning next time would be nice," Stan grumbled as he got up, brushing the dirt from himself. "Ugh, I got dirt in my mouth."

"We'll need to circle back to that later," Dipper interjected, shifting the focus back to their original concern. "Did you hear what that guy said? We need to find the Ringmaster. We probably should have asked where this Ringmaster is before letting that spirit go."

“Uh, Dipper?” Mabel pointed towards a trailer parked right outside the entrance labeled “Ringmaster”.

“I hate everything right now,” Dipper sighed, slapping his forehead as they made their way toward the trailer.

Stan led the charge, knocking firmly on the trailer door. The door swung open to reveal a large man, his attire flamboyant—a bright red, blue, and gold striped tailcoat and ribbons cascading from an oversized top hat, his theatrical appearance completed by rosy cheeks and a broad, unsettlingly jolly smile.

"Well, hello there, good folks! How can I assist you on this fine evening?" he greeted warmly.

“We have some questions if you have time, Ringmaster,” Evalin said, her voice smooth yet commanding. The Ringmaster chuckled, a twinkle in his eye, and gestured for them to come inside.

The trailer's interior was a surreal mix of luxury and decay, lit dimly by a dusty chandelier. The air was thick with the scents of incense, leather, cigar smoke, and a faint mustiness.

"Smells like Grunkle Stan’s room," Mabel whispered to Dipper, barely stifling her laughter.

At the heart of the trailer, an ornate desk cluttered with oddities—playing cards, a tarnished pocket watch, bones, charms, and a cracked crystal ball—sat behind a velvet armchair. Heavy curtains draped the windows, sealing off any natural light.

"If I'd known I'd have guests, I would've tidied up a bit!" the Ringmaster joked, rubbing his neck.

“That won't be necessary, sir,” Evalin replied firmly as she locked eyes with him. “I have only one question, if you will. What are you doing with the souls you've stolen, beast?”

The Ringmaster visibly paled, tugging at his collar. “What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, his composure completely slipping under Evalin’s icy stare.

“Someone should really knock out your teeth for lying like that,” Evalin retorted sharply, then nodded subtly at Stan. He understood the signal immediately.

“Finally, a reason to punch a carny!” Stan exclaimed, and with a swift motion, he sent the Ringmaster sprawling to the floor with a solid right hook.

“Whoa! I don’t think we need to start beating him up, guys!” Mabel intervened, her eyes wide.

However, the Ringmaster rose, his now glowing green body floating slightly, green ooze dripping from his mouth. He spat it out with a sneer, his friendly demeanor gone. "Really? That’s how you want to play?" he growled. A gust of wind began swirling, gathering strength and forcing them closer together. “Let’s see how you handle my underground Maze of Death!”

“That is such a lame stereotypical name!” Mabel shouted over the gust.

The Ringmaster growled. Frustrated, he yanked the run out from under them, revealing a large, gaping hole. With a collective yell, Dipper, Mabel, Evalin, and Stan plummeted into the darkness below. As they fell, Evalin and Stan were able to grab the kids, pulling them close before they hit the ground hard. Evalin landed on her back with a pain yelp while Stan was able to take the landing well.

“Whoa, Evi! Are you okay?” Mabel asked, concerned as she got off of her. Evalin used the wall to slowly get to her feet, dusting herself off and adjusting her hat.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” she replied, rolling her shoulder. “I'm tougher than I look.”

“That's great and all, but how do we get out of this dark hellhole?” Stan muttered, peering up into the darkness above them.

“Looks like we fell right into the Ringmaster’s trap,” Dipper groaned.

“Literally,” Mabel added with a sigh.

The area around them was pitch black. With a quick snap of her fingers, Evalin summoned a small flame from her fingertip, illuminating a narrow, chilly hallway just tall enough for them to walk through. She covered her hand slightly so they couldn't see where the flame was coming from. Suddenly, a loud, booming voice echoed through the air.

“Now you are all trapped in my newly named Maze of Lost Souls.... forever!” the Ringmaster taunted.

Mabel rolled her eyes. “Still a lame name! Try not going with cliché villain names!” she shouted, her voice echoing into the distance.

“Mabel, how about not antagonizing the entity that has us trapped here, huh?” Dipper chided as he pulled out his flashlight from his vest pocket.

“Alright, listen up,” Evalin interjected. “We need to find the source of his power that way we can break the Ringmaster's grip on this place. Look for glowing spots in the walls. That'll lead us where we need to go.”

Before they could take a step, Dipper held up his hands to stop them. “How do you even know that? Just who the hell are you?” he demanded, looking at her intently.

Evalin sighed, meeting his determined gaze. “Listen, Dipper, I'm just trying to get us out of here and hopefully save your Gorney friend, alright?” she said in a calming tone. “Please, just trust me.”

“Dipper, she seems to know what she’s talking about, and she has a plan,” Mabel supported. “What other choice do we have?”

Dipper looked to Stan for guidance, who shrugged. “Hey, I’m just as confused as you are, kid. But I’m with Mabel on this one. Let’s let the weird forest lady work her magic and get us out of here, yeah?”

Evalin stiffened a little before looking over at Dipper. “Please, just let me get you out of here and I will tell you some of my survival stories, okay?”

Dipper didn't respond right away. He stared her down before nodding, trusting her for the time being. Stan barked out a laugh and slapped Dipper on the back hard enough to make him lurch forward. “Kid, if you just wanna hear some survival stories, I can tell you a million of them! Did I ever tell you kids about the time I survived by navigating through a swamp using nothing more than three rubber chickens and a harmonica? Let me tell you, that was not a good time!”

They began walking the dimly lit halls, listening to Stan's exaggerated tales as they moved. His tales surprisingly kept up their spirits, making Evalin chuckle from time to time. It was hard to tell if she believed him or not but it didn't matter. Even Mabel cracked in some jokes to keep the mood light.

After a while, Evalin suddenly stopped everyone in their tracks, narrowing her eyes as if she sensed something. “Wait! Here's something,” she exclaimed, pointing at the wall.

“I don't see anything,” Dipper said, squinting.

“Look closer,” Evalin urged, confused why he didn't see what she saw. Dipper leaned in, inspecting the wall, but still didn't notice anything unusual. Evalin shook her hand, the flame fizzling out before she rubbed her hand down her face.

“Oh, right,” she murmured. She put her hand on the dirt wall and started to dig. Mabel soon jumped in to help, chanting, “Diggy diggy hole!”

Dipper aimed his flashlight at Evalin as she dug fervently, her hands growing increasingly raw. He scanned the area for something to aid her but came up empty. With a deep breath, he let out a battle cry and hurled himself against the dirt wall. Everyone's eyes widened as Dipper broke through.

“Damn, kid!” Stan applauded. “Nice one! That's how you do it!”

“Look at you go, bro-bro!” Mabel added, following him through the new opening.

Evalin smirked at Dipper, a playful lilt in her tone. “I'm taking some credit. I did dig most of the way through,” she said, wiping her hands on her dress.

“But I'm the one who actually broke through,” Dipper grumbled.

Ignoring Dipper's comment, they all ducked through the gap and discovered a room on the other side. It was furnished with a bed, toys, and numerous open jars near the corner. In the center of the room, a small child floated just above the carpet.

The child, with a round face and faintly glowing green skin, was trying to open a jar, unaware of their presence until Mabel spoke up.

“Hey, there's a kid in here!” Mabel's voice made the ghostly child jump, almost dropping the jar.

“Ah! Please don't take me away!” the ghost child shrieked, his hands trembling.

Evalin held up her hands gently. “Hey there, little guy. What are you doing in a spooky place like this?” she asked gently, but the child recoiled. Turning to Mabel for help, Evalin suggested, “Hey, you've got a gift for talking to people, right? You're a cute girl. Could you try talking to him?”

Mabel stepped forward, her voice cheerful. “Hello, friend! This is a nice deep underground hideout you got going on here. What's a little guy like you doing down here all by yourself?”

The child hesitated, his glow dimming as he looked at her. “I... I just wanted friends. It's so lonely here. Daddy sends me friends, but they never stay long.” He hesitated as he looked at Mabel and then over at Dipper. “You seem different. Are you here to play with me?” the child asked, hopeful.

Mabel half shrugged. “Sure, kid, we would love to! However, we need to get back home first. Do you know the way out?”

The child's face scrunched up, hurt turning to anger. “I thought you were here for me! I don't want you to leave me here alone! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE ANYMORE!” he shrieked, causing the ground and walls to shake violently.

“Hey! Hey! She didn't say we couldn't play, man!” Dipper interjected, trying to calm the child. “If you help us out, we can come back and play with you, for sure!”

Dipper glanced at Evalin, mouthing, 'Get us out of here!'

“Well, I'm not playing with this little bast-” Stan began, only to be silenced by Mabel's elbow.

The shaking ceased and the child eyed them uncertainly. “Really? You would come back and play with me?”

“Of course! We are buddies now!” Mabel assured him with a bright smile. The child scrutinized them for a moment as if assessing their sincerity, then returned the smile.

“Alright! Follow me!” he instructed as he floated towards a door on the far wall, still carrying the jar from before. As they traveled, Evalin leaned down towards Dipper.

“Hey, is that your Gorney friend?” she asked in a whisper. Dipper looked past her to see the jar clearly. Inside indeed was Gorney, his round face glowing within the bright light of the jar. Dipper met Evalin's gaze and gave a subtle nod. Evalin focused on the jar, silently formulating a plan to retrieve it.

They trailed the ghost child through a labyrinth of turns until they reached a corridor bathed in a faint light from the end. The child stopped and pointed toward the light.

“There you go,” he chimed playfully. “The land of the living!”

“Oh, thank god, I can't wait to see the sun again,” Mabel said, hurrying forward. But Evalin grabbed her arm, pulling her back. She traced her finger along the wall and around the frame of the opening, then reached up to tug at its edge. A ripping sound echoed through the corridor as she peeled back a dark void that obscured their path.

“Aw, man! You figured it out!” the ghost child laughed as he floated in place, kicking his feet playfully. “I wanted to keep you here with me FOREVER!”

Unable to contain his frustration any longer, Dipper lashed out with a right hook, striking the ghost child squarely in the face. Everyone froze, their eyes wide in shock. Stan and Mabel quickly recovered, their initial horror turning into excitement.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” they chanted, fists pumping in the air.

Evalin raised an eyebrow, her tone incredulous. “Really, Dipper? Beating up a little ghost kid?”

Realizing the gravity of his actions, Dipper's heart sank. He looked down at the ghost child, who was now whimpering softly. "Oh, uh... sorry, buddy. I think I went too far," he stammered, a wave of guilt washing over him.

The ghost child spat up some ectoplasm, standing shakily as tears welled in his eyes.

“Nonsense!” Stan chimed in, clapping Dipper on the back. “That little bastard was about to get us all killed! He had it coming! I just wish I had thrown the punch myself! Nice work, kid. Give him one more quick jab for your Grunkle Stan, would ya?”

Before Dipper could respond, a loud, booming voice echoed through the hall. "HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON MY SON!" The Ringmaster appeared suddenly, his presence commanding as he scooped the ghost child into his arms. He inspected his son for injuries, then turned a fierce glare on the group.

“Dude, come on! He was literally trying to kill us!” Dipper shouted.

Evalin swiftly moved to intercept, gliding across the space with a lightness that made it seem as though her feet barely grazed the floor. She closed the gap to the ghosts quicker than they could comprehend, gently placing her hand on each of them before she began to speak.

As soon as the ethereal words left her mouth, a brilliant flash of light enveloped the room, and the ghostly figures of the Ringmaster and the child vanished with an anguished cry. When Dipper, Mabel, and Stan finally dared to open their eyes, they found that the ghosts had disappeared. Evalin stood alone, calm and composed, in the space where the specters had just been.

“How did you—?” Dipper began, but his question was cut off by a violent shaking of the ground.

“The spirits that were binding this place are gone, and this maze is collapsing!” Evalin yelled over the rumble. “We need to get out of here, now!”

As they turned to run, Dipper glanced back to see the void in the ground had vanished. Not wanting Dipper to fixate on the missing hole, Evalin quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him along, moving at a pace he struggled to match. They narrowly escaped as the tunnels crumbled behind them. Catching their breath outside, they realized they were just outside the carnival, or what remained of it, as flames engulfed most of the structures.

“Oh, yeah. Totally forgot about that fire,” Evalin muttered under her breath, adjusting her hat. “Oops.”

“We didn't even figure out the mystery behind all of that crazy ghost carnival biz!” Mabel lamented, throwing her hands up in frustration. Stan cleared his throat, pulling a weathered newspaper clipping from his pocket.

“Hey, uh, I grabbed this while we were in that maniac's trailer,” he explained, handing it to Dipper, who began to read aloud:

**Missing Children After Carnival Accident:**

Following the incident where children began to vanish in the Mirror Maze, The Enchanted Carnival closed down. Ringmaster Lugini Destori expressed regret for the lost children, stating, [“We are deeply saddened for the lost souls of those lovely children. May they safely find their way home. We are officially closing down the carnival until the children are found!”]

Destori’s body was later found by the roadside, covered in blood, and his carnival destroyed. The missing children were never found, and the investigation went cold. Police had no leads, though bones—believed to belong to the Ringmaster’s son, the first disappearance—were found on the carnival’s original grounds. This discovery could not be officially linked to the other disappearances.

“Hey! Isn’t that the ghost kid we saw?” Mabel asked, pointing at a picture of Destori’s son in the clipping. They all crowded around Dipper to see.

“Sure as shit looks like it,” Stan confirmed, peering at the photo with narrowed eyes.

“Another case of tortured souls,” Evalin murmured regretfully.

“Speaking of tortured souls, we didn’t even save Gorney!” Dipper suddenly realized. Evalin turned away briefly, fiddling with her dress, then faced them again, holding out the jar containing Gorney’s soul. Dipper stared, astonished. “When did you—?”

“Before the ghosts vanished, I managed to snag the jar to save your Gorney friend,” Evalin explained, her smile bright. She twisted the lid open, releasing a burst of light that was trapped inside. The light fluttered around before zipping toward the remnants of the carnival and diving into the ground where the 'Employees Only' tent once stood. Suddenly, Gorney’s head popped up from the ashes, a bright smile on his face as he threw his hands up.

"I've been twaumatized!"

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