#we stan dudes with long flowing hair

[tricornonthecob]

Like mother like daughter. An addendum to this post

[detectivejigsawpines]

An Awkward Period...of Life

Mabel has her first period.

This will not end well.

“Okay, okay, best two out of three.”  Stan curled one of his hands into a fist, resting it on his other outstretched palm.

“Grunkle Stan?” Mabel’s slightly quivery voice called from the bathroom, “Did you get them yet?”

“Not yet, sweetie!” he called back, before turning back to face his brother.  “Ready?”

Ford nodded, and held up his own fist.  “On three.”

In unison, they lifted their fists and pounded them three times, before lowering them with the hands curled into different shapes.

“Ha, rock beats scissors!” Stan said triumphantly.

“Don’t get excited, we still have to play one more round.”

“Okay, okay.  One, two, three!”

There was a long pause, before Ford said, “...How about three out of five?”

“Nope, too late, you’re goin’ to the store!”  Stan spun Ford around, and began shoving him towards the front door.

“Stanley!  I’m just a scientist, I can’t-”

“Ya gotta do it for Mabel.”

“Then why don’t you buy them?!”  Ford’s boots were doing their best to dig into the floor.

“Like you said, you’re a scientist, so you’ll be better at figuring out which ones she needs.”

“What about Dipper?  We should send him instead!”  Ford grabbed the doorframe just as they reached it, all six fingers digging in for dear life.

“Ya think I didn’t think of that already?  He made himself scarce as soon as he heard Mabel yelling about having blood on her sheets.”

Ford sighed wistfully.  “He truly is a brilliant young man.”

“I know, right.”  Stan began trying ineffectively to pry Ford’s hands loose from the doorway.

He was caught off guard, however, by Ford abruptly turning and putting him in a headlock.  “You know what, Stanley, change of plans: how about you go?!”

A meaty elbow was driven into his stomach.  “Never!!!!”

The struggle was interrupted when they heard a voice from behind them ask, “Uh…do I even wanna know?”

Wendy, clearly there to help run the gift shop while Melody was out of town, was standing in the living room, giving the old men a very confused stare.

Stan and Ford looked at each other, before Stan cleared his throat and pulled free from Ford’s grasp.

“Um.  We were just-um-”

Ford chimed in.  “Mabel has just experienced her first…um-” the tips of his ears turned scarlet- “and one of us needs to go to the store and buy her-”

Wendy rolled her eyes, and pulled a pink and green package out of her backpack.  “Say no more, dudes.  Where is she?”

“Bathroom.”

As coolly as you please, Wendy went over and knocked.  “Mabel?  It’s me.  Can I come in?”

A slightly tearful voice answered, “Uh-huh.”

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her; a minute later there was the sound of running water, and the r-r-r-rip of a packet being opened.

Stan and Ford looked at each other, and then retreated to the safety of the couch.

*****

After a while Wendy came out, and went upstairs, coming back with some of Mabel’s clothes; another minute passed before the door finally opened all the way, and Mabel came out, looking at them with embarrassment and carrying her previous clothes in the crook of her arm.

Stan winced.  “...You doing okay, pumpkin?”

She nodded.  “Uh-huh.”  Then she brightened.  “Guess this means I can start wearing my ‘I’m a Woman Now!’ sweater!”

Ford made a sound like he was choking on air.

Wendy just laughed and ruffled her hair.  “Way to own it, kid.  Since this is your first time, the flow-” both men squirmed uncomfortably- “shouldn’t be too bad, but if you start cramping just get some ibuprofen and a heating pad, and if you decide you wanna try tampons instead, let me know.”

“Okay!  Thanks Wendy, you’re the best!”  And after a quick hug, Mabel skipped off towards the laundry room.

Stan was pretty sure he heard Wendy mutter as she finally headed for the gift shop, “Men are such babies.”

****

Sorry if feels a little out of character for Mabel to be uncomfortable instead of excited about this; my reasoning is that the first time is an uncomfortable experience for anyone, especially someone who's afraid of growing up now that she knows how much of a bed of roses it isn't.

The fact that she's surrounded by men who are panicking about it does not help.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Just Like Us

Gym 3 Trio [Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo] x reader

A/N : so my bias showed a bit in this fic I’m sorry to the Kuroo stans

Warnings : consensual non-con (rape play), blowjob(s), creampie(s), knife play, blood, cuckolding, dacryphilia, mention of branding, choking, degradation, mindbreak, Bokuto takes a picture (1)

It started out as such a peaceful night. Why did it have to go wrong? With Akaashi’s arm draped over you shoulders, you snuggle closer to him as the rain pours outside and the movie plays. It’s an old movie, one in black and white, but it’s a sweet movie about lovers finding one another after being separated for so long. A peace encompasses your form as eyes struggle to stay awake, soon shattered by the door being flung open. In your shock, you stand up as Akaashi moves in front of you, the two large men in your apartment with their faces covered, eyes exposed now roaming your form. A horrible turn of events, it truly is.

“Looks like it wasn’t empty after all. My bad,” the taller one says. He’s not as broad as the other one, and they’re both considered tall in your opinion, but the glinting metal in his hand gives you another reason to shiver in fear.

“Keiji,” you whisper, holding onto his shirt. He doesn’t look away from the two intruders, his eyes looking at the knife— knives, as the two men hold them out.

“Looks like we have a nice little present for us. A cute little girl. Won’t be you nice and help us out?” The broader one says. His silver hair stands out, a striking color against the darkness of the apartment and the black clothing.

“I don’t— I don’t want to,” you whimper out, trying to conceal yourself in Akaashi’s shadow. A low growl from the man has you yelping, fear stabbing every nerve in your body.

“Let me repeat myself, help us out, little girl. Or your pretty boyfriend gets hurt,”

“Don’t say anything, [Y/N]. He’s just trying to scare you,” Akaashi whispers to you, eyes still on the intruders. The taller one moves forward, quicker than you expected as he rips Akaashi from you.

“Keiji!” You go to run after him, but the other intruder comes up behind you, arm around your waist and a knife at your throat. He shushes you as tears flow down your cheeks, watching the other man push Akaashi down onto the loveseat, him settling next to Akaashi with his own knife at your lover’s throat. A hiccup comes from you as the other man pulls you back, closer to the TV, still running the old movie.

“Let’s give him a show, why don’t we?” He breathes on your neck, chuckling as you shiver. Sniffing your hair, sending another shiver through you. “You smell so sweet, I guess it’s my lucky day,” he chuckles again. He removes himself from you, a breath you didn’t know you were holding being freed from your lunges. The man isn’t too far from you, the screen illuminating his knife as he turns it in his hand. “Strip for me, pretty girl,”

“What?” “No!” You and Akaashi say at the same time. Akaashi, however, is quickly silenced when the knife is pressed closer to his neck, a small nick in his pristine skin.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him,” you go to move, but a knife is brought closer to you.

“Strip and he won’t get hurt. We’re waiting,” he says, golden eyes lidded as he stares at you. You whimper as you look at the knife, silently apologizing to Akaashi as you nod. Akaashi makes a strangled form of protest, quickly silenced by the man at his side pressing the knife in more. More red liquid dribbles from Akaashi’s neck, your eyes wide and glossy with tears as you force down a sob. It’s no good to Akaashi if you cry, just bear with it and take off your clothes.

You’re slow, hesitant in your undressing, but the men don’t seem to care. With shaky fingers, you go to unbutton your pajama shirt, the plastic buttons easily popping through their holes as you reach the end faster than anticipated. Shaky breaths leave you, a heaving chest as more tears fall from your eyes, the shirt dropping and pooling behind your feet.

The man beside you cheers, laughing as the other one does, too. “Look at that, she’s not wearing a bra! You wearing any panties, little girl? You just some slut for your boy toy, is that it?” He sneers, coming closer to you as the cold metal rests between your breasts. More tears come out as you close your eyes, turning from the view. The view of the man’s hard cock straining in his trousers, the urge to kneel and vomit overwhelming. “Well, don’t stop now. Keep going,” he urges, not moving.

“You’re.. You’re too close,” you hiccup, rubbing your face, wiping away the tears. There’s snot, too, but you don’t bother with it. They’ve already seen a vulnerable part of you.

“Don’t mind me. Keep going or I’ll slice it off of you, maybe some skin, too,” he blows on your ear, chuckling when you visibly shiver. You hesitantly nod, shaky fingers going to your shorts, untying the string holding them up. Once loose, they easily fall and pool beneath you, your form wracking with sobs as the knife trails down to your exposed thighs. “Pretty pink panties. You a virgin or something? Or just an innocent looking whore? You’re probably soaking from this, turned on by being violated. Should I check, Kuroo?”

It’s the first time a name has been used for one of the men, the man dubbed ‘Kuroo’ hissing as he stands up, knife leaving Akaashi’s throat. “Dude, don’t use my fucking name!”

“Oops, slipped my mind,” he shrugs as if it isn’t a big deal. It’s the only information you have on the men, but it’s something. “Get on your knees,”

The last line was directed at you, his hand pushing into your shoulder as you whimper, his strength far surpassing yours. Another muffled noise from Akaashi as you’re face to face with the intruder’s bulging cock in his pants. “You know what to do. Don’t make me tell you,” he growls. You nod and obey, glancing at Akaashi to see tears down his face. It hurts you, but what other choice do you have? With even shakier hands, you managed to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, a dark spot on his grey boxers. You gulp as you slowly pull down the fabric, his cock popping out and landing against your face. It’s only for a moment before you move it, but the flash and a shutter clicking means it was enough time for the man to catch a picture. “Something to remember you by, sweetheart,”

“Look at that, she’s so tiny compared to him. Isn’t it erotic? Watching your little girlfriend get violated?” Kuroo said to Akaashi, the knife away from his throat but still close by, glinting from the credits of the movie. You did look pretty erotic, your hands wrapping around the stranger’s cock as your lashes fluttered, shining streams of silver cascading down your cheeks. It was disgusting to admit it, but Akaashi felt his own sweatpants tighten as his gunmetal blue eyes continued to watch you. It doesn’t help that the man’s hand runs through your hand, fisting the strands as you open your mouth to protest, his cock slipping in as you gag. He’s thick and long, only fitting in half before face-fucking you, groaning as he throws his head back. Golden eyes lidded, he pulls down his mask as he smirks at Akaashi.

“Seems like someone’s trained her to take cock like a good bitch. I should thank you,” he hisses through his teeth, your tongue running on the underside as drools spills out of your mouth. “Fuck, you’re doing wonderful,”

Akaashi watches as your glossy eyes glance at him, shame burning in your eyes as you look back up at the man, one hand on his thigh and the other one rubbing the length you can’t take in. Kuroo’s cackle takes him out of his trance, the tip of the knife tapping lightly against the bulge in his sweatpants. “Someone’s enjoying this, getting all hard from your girlfriend getting face-fucked by a stranger? You’re just like us, perverted and disgusting,” he sneers the last bit, yellow eyes narrowed as he grins and cackles once more. Shame burns in Akaashi’s eyes, his throat tightening with guilt as you look at him, a hint of disgust laced in your eyes. A whine comes from you when the man picks up the pace, you choking around his cock as both your hands are on his thighs, steadying yourself. Drool pools on your breasts, falling down the path of gravity as you continue gagging, taking as much as you can.

A moan from Akaashi has your eyes glancing at him once more, eyes widening as Kuroo has your boyfriend’s cock out, thumbing the slit as he licks his lips. “Nice and hard. You like being cucked that much?”

“N-No, I— ah!” He hisses in response, Kuroo’s hand now pumping his shaft.

“You gonna cum? Show how disgusting you really are?” He hums, pressing a kiss to Akaashi’s shoulder. His eyes glance at the two of you, tears falling freely down your face as Bokuto stills himself deep in your throat, your eyes rolling back as he does. He doesn’t spill his seed, pulling you off his cock before doing that. Your mouth is still wide open, eyes rolled back as he paints your face. Thick ropes of cum drip down your face, onto your chest and the carpet below you.

“Nice one, Bokuto! Ready to switch?” Kuroo grins. Bokuto nods, licking his lips as his hand runs through your hair one more time, thumb wiping his cum and your tears before licking it. He’s still hard, cock bobbing as he walks towards Kuroo. Kuroo pulls Akaashi up, his own cock bobbing with the forceful pulling of his arm. Bokuto takes Kuroo’s place and vice versa, Kuroo kneeling in front of you as you’re on your hands and knees, catching your breath and heaving. Bokuto forces Akaashi to kneel down behind you, spitting in his hand before pumping Akaashi’s cock, who groans in response. “I bet your little slut’s just as disgusting as you. How much you wanna bet?”

“I have an idea. We get to cum inside her pretty, puffy little pussy if she gets off on it. If not, we’ll leave you two alone. Sound good?” Bokuto hums, using his knife to slide your panties to the side, the damp fabric clinging to your folds. “Look at that, she’s soaking from me taking advantage of her. You’re both just like us, aren’t you?”

“No, we’re not. You’re disgusting,” Akaashi spits, eyes narrowed towards the intruders. Bokuto drops his knife, pulling your panties down as you gasp, the air hitting your hot, slicked folds. Kuroo takes it upon himself to force his cock in your mouth, warm and wet from Bokuto’s rough treatment. Bokuto slicks Akaashi’s cock up with your slick, pushing him into you as he groans, your walls tight and wet. He doesn’t want to admit it, but you’re not usually this wet when you two fuck, it taking his fingers and mouth to have your cunt drooling. It only took a blowjob for a stranger to do the same. Bokuto keeps Akaashi still, knife against his back as his chin hooks over his shoulder.

“Just stay still and feel her. Bet she’s nice and snug, huh?” He hums, lightly tracing figures on Akaashi’s hip, looking at Kuroo.

“She’s definitely nice and warm up here. Lotta spit for a smooth entrance,” Kuroo breathes out, chest heaving as you suck him off. His knife is close to you, a silent threat. It’s moving out of your peripheral, but the cool metal against your cheek has you clenching around Akaashi, him groaning as Bokuto chuckles.

“She tightened up, didn’t she? Mm, seems like she likes it,” he trails his own knife down your backside, digging the blade into your hip as you cry out around Kuroo’s cock. More drool drips down onto the carpet, Akaashi hunching over your form as he moans, your walls squeezing and sucking him in. Bokuto grins and trails one hand over Akaashi’s nipples, tweaking the bud between his fingers as your lover moans, releasing inside you. You mewl around Kuroo’s cock, eyes rolling as the familiar sensation of being filled fills your tight walls. Kuroo pulls you off his dick, your eyes glossy from tears and lust, tongue hanging out as you gulp in air, heaving. “Is it time?”

“Oh yeah, it’s time,” Kuroo smirks, moving away from you. Your sigh in relief is quickly taken away once another cock fills you up, this one thicker than Akaashi’s. You moan as he enters, walls constricting as you suck him in. You look up to see Kuroo with Akaashi in his lap, his dick covered in his cum as the knife is back at his throat.

“Look at that! She came as soon as I put it in. I guess that means I get to cum inside,” Bokuto licks his lips, hands gripping your waist. He doesn’t waste any time, jackhammering into your insides as your cheek falls against the carpet in the puddle of your spit. It’s disgusting and vile, but you can’t help the moans and mewls pouring from your lips as Bokuto fucks you relentlessly, his balls soaked with your juices. The smacking of skin invades your senses, eyes rolling as the vision of Akaashi blurs until you finally feel your sanity break, begging for more. “Oh, look at that! Do you want more, pretty girl? Huh?”

“Yes, please! Cum inside me, fill me up! I want your cum! I want more!” Your back arches, Bokuto’s arm reaching around to pull you up. Your nails dig into his thick arm, tightening more as he mercilessly pounds into you.

Screams of ‘more’ and ‘harder’ spill from your mouth, tongue out as you feel yourself cream around Bokuto’s cock again, a gargled moan as you do. He just laughs and continues fucking you, groaning when he buries himself to the hilt, painting your insides with his thick seed. A lick to your cheek before he drops you, your head colliding with the carpet floor. “Look at that. A proper slut, you are,”

“Mm...” you moan, nodding. Your cunt aches, clenching around nothing once Bokuto pulls out. Where you were cut also burns, the red liquid dripping onto and staining the carpet. You sigh, gathering up your energy. “Red,”

“Shit, you okay?” Kuroo’s arms wrap around you, checking you over. Bokuto and Akaashi are next to you in a moment, worried eyes scanning you. You just nod, waving them off.

“A bit exhausted, that’s all,” you smile, tired but genuine. Kuroo sighs in relief, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. Akaashi leaves the room, only to come back with a first aid kit and a warm washcloth.

“Bokuto-san, I think you were too rough,” he says. The man in question pouts, looking towards you. A shake of your head has his frown disappearing.

“No, it was just a long scene. I enjoyed it, though. We should do it again,”

“Can we try branding next time?!” Bokuto’s energetic voice comes from the bedroom. He comes out with clothes for you and Akaashi, much more comfortable than the clothes you wore before.

“Sure, Bo. Next time,”

[perhapsthanatos]

06:01 am with sungchan ♡

nct's sungchan x fem!reader (ok do u guys know that one vine where its in a party & a girl is vaping & a dude says “wow”? yeah, thats where i got my inspo from)

alternate title: after the afterparty

genre: fluff. pinning. non idol au. party!au (is that a thing?).

word count: 1250~

playlist: melodrama (the whole album) by lorde.

warnings: mentions of some of the nct dream members as well as some mentions of the loona members (not really a warning though). this is set before corona was a thing (pls dont do this now). it is set in a house party (with tension). mentions of drugs (weed), alcohol & smoking. mild swearing. making out perhaps? lower case intended.

a/n: this has been on my mind for awhile now & im really excited to put this out there! it also has more tension compared to the other works so yay :)) i also just wanna take a moment to thank the lovely @nct99 for helping me out with this plot & giving some prompts & ideas too?? :(( she is such a sweetheart & pls she is so talented too ugh im so glad we r mutuals & fellow lorde stans :(( give her love rn or else i will eat ur shower curtains (& nae i hope it was worth the wait! i wish i added more references tho lmaoo)

another graceless night and another house party. this time, it was chenle’s birthday. he is a friend of yours, known for having a huge mansion and known for throwing the best parties regardless of the occasion. come to think of it though, it could easily be the 7th one this week and it’s barely wednesday. the evening passes fast as golden rays already start to gently peek through the thin curtains of the tall windows near the living room, as bodies of wasters are sprawled all over the house.

you lean back on the couch further, a curtain of haze taking up your vision as you inhaled another hit of the fresh blunt. even with the sun rising, you still make most of what you can get before everyone (and everything) starts leaving. you never were a party person until your friends dragged you into it. since that day you found it to be a fun way to get rid of your problems and worries (even if it was just for a few hours). partying (as gross as it sounds) became a routine, even becoming its own cycle. you come, you leave and you have everything in between be a complete blur, maybe even staying completely jaded until the daylight returns. some nights it feels good to kiss and keep busy rather than face the constant harsh reality.

you turn your head to see sungchan, the back of his head resting on the top of the couch right next to you. his leather jacket rubbing against your bare arm. his eyes are closed showing off his long lashes and his pink lips are chapped and parted. he looks seraphic in this light.

to be honest, you didn’t know much about sungchan. all you knew was that he’s the new kid who started getting close with jisung barely a month ago. that led jisung to introduce him to the group and him getting welcomed in with open arms by everyone, except you. it’s not that you hate him or have anything against him, if anything he seems like the most charming people out there. you just have trouble opening up to new people especially when you’re already so comfortable with the others (which he could kind of guess already). but since he joined, he was also dragged into the party scene and often played the role as the designated driver and part-time babysitter (a role that he takes seriously along with jeno). it isn’t an uncommon occurrence for him to be seen wrestling the bottle of gin away from hyejoo, strapping in renjun’s seat belt for him, cleaning up yerim’s vomit or carrying an unconscious donghyuck over his shoulder. come to think of it, he fits in just fine. you have often found yourself near him during parties. just kicking back and sitting in a comfortable silence with you drinking and smoking from time to time. he is the one that notices when you’ve had enough and wanted to leave. maybe you’re more alike than you think?

“feeling good?” he asks, smelling the fresh smoke. he turns his head to you and opens one of his eyes.

you only nod and sigh, turning your head back to the ceiling. waves of calmness hit your head, forcing every burden out. you were about to offer him a hit but you remembered that he would only reject it. but you take another for yourself and he can only stare, completely enamored. we watches the smoke escape your lips in slow.

the thing is, he always had some sort of thing for you. a crush? a person he found cool and therefore admired? a person who he found so damn gorgeous all the time? god knows. all he knew was that there was something in you that was so addictive. on the nights where he’d stay sober, he’d watch you sit by his side, quietly drinking up your little movements and habits. even if he hates the taste of alcohol or the smell of gasoline, he loved how your teeth would close around the liquor-wet lime slices that would sit on the side of your cup and how your smoke always finds a way to leave him stained. he would constantly be falling into this fixation of you. you are etched into his mind as the embodiment of perfection even if you have multiple flaws just like he does. his mind constantly lays restless during the most ungodly hours while all of his dreams show you and him in different dimensions. it hurts him to violently like you like this but how can he not resist when the heartache came from you?

“sungchan,” you quietly call out, turning your head back to him, only to see him already staring.

“hm?” he takes one of your hands, in case you wanted to get up and couldn’t walk.

“may i try something?” you ask him, curiously with your hooded eyes barely holding on to consciousness.

“what is it?” he sits up, trying to help.

you gently push him back into the couch and straddle his hips. his eyes slightly widen and his cheeks turn a rosy red.

“ah, y/n, you’re fucking high.” he warns, stroking your hair and leaning further back.

you only giggle. your finger lifts his chin up, making him look directly at you. his shaky eyes are too irresistible.

“tell me when you wanna stop.”

you take the blunt, inhaling deeply. he continues to hold you, admiring the view while he’s at it.

you then gently pulled him closer by the neck (quite slowly incase he wanted to oppose) to leave an open-mouthed kiss on his plum lips to transfer the smoke into his mouth. he does not fight the feeling, how can he when your lips are the softest thing he has ever felt? the smoke began to seep through as he started to move his lips, eliciting a groan from you. is this what euphoria feels like? his grip on your waist tightens as your arms wrap around his neck, prompting him to go further.

sungchan, almost breathless pulls on your bottom lip, bruising them to then pull away to work at your neck, licking and leaving kisses all over. butterflies filled your stomach for the first time in awhile. you never felt this way towards another person in too long. is it love or desperation? you watch the smoke flow away so gracefully around your bodies, despite what just happened. sungchan pulls away and looks at you, his eyes holding the world. you pray that you didn’t frighten him away.

“you do not know how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” he whispers, his forehead against yours. you smile in return, pulling away to place a small kiss on his jaw which clenches from the sudden contact. you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as his head rests on yours and his cold hands trace patterns against the skin of your back.

“know i think you’re fucking awesome, right?” you hum, making him smile like an idiot.

“hm, no. but i think you should know that i think you’re really fucking awesome, right?” he says holding you tighter and gently swaying from side to side.

“you wanna leave here and get some mcdonalds or something?”

“ooo, what ever happened to the babysitter and designated driver, hm? so what, you plan to leave them here hungover and defenseless?”

“shut up, it’s already dawn. they can take an uber. i just wanna spend time with you right now.”

“alright.”

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[sugar-petals]

BTS Tarot Reading ➝ What Kind Of Porn Do They Watch? (18+)

↳ NOTE - due to several requests, a steamy and detailed one. ☕️ we’re asking the cards about the erotica they fancy in a wider sense. 

warning ⚠️ 18+ // bdsm mentions, worship, kinks left and right. we’re going graphic in all types o’ ways, lads.

♡ DISCLAIMER // tarot is speculative, there is no guarantee for accuracy. believing in the cards is a choice. all portrayals are fictive and for entertainment purposes only.

SPREAD #1:

yoongi

⌈ THE WORLD ⇁ Jesus... Someone’s obsessed with girls in the nude. That card has a stark naked woman wrapped in very little satin on it so you know what our funky little guy is up to. Luscious aesthetic fotos might be just around his corner. Big duh, he’s a photography major. These folks are all about body appreciation. He’s also on a personal vendetta against lingerie 😂 Yoongi won’t get hard looking at even the most HD panty and bra ads. Only the skin in its full splendor will do, no editing. He loves pictures of nipples peaking through shirt fabric, it’s all over his phone. Yoongi likes his gals without underwear 24/7 just like he dislikes underwear himself. If we’re talking porn, the woman on the card is holding two very long rods so may I connect the dots: Threesomes, handjobs, blowbangs, spitroasting. Friction, friction, and more friction. To Yoongi’s brain, handjobs are a great um new version of holding hands. Sex standing up also, keeping it vertical. Yoongi doesn’t care about girth, inches count. Nice and elongated with a perfect plunge, something to hold onto. Yep, he’s pretty deliberate when searching that up. Yes, he loves the look of it. However, and you’ll be surprised: Even if he likes poly porn, it’s still nothing too extreme. This card is more about pleasure than pain. If a guy likes rough and degrading sex, you get swords and wands in his spread. THE WORLD is more about perfected skills and success. So, he likes the more accomplished porn stars. With a preference for curly blondes and redheads, that’s sort of the hair color on the card. Natural B or C cup. Medium height, not too curvy. Oversized booty not needed. In terms of nationality: We have three representative animals on the card. Eagle, lion and bull, plus a light blonde man’s head. So, anything that America/Germany/Albania/Mexico/Namibia (and so on, lot of countries with eagles as their national bird my dude), England, Spain and Scandinavia have to offer. Honey sugar is going international, baby.

hoseok

⌈ QUEEN OF WANDS ⇁ Did I just mention that guys who like rough sex in porn get wand cards in their readings in Yoongi’s segment? Well, there we have our candidate, with a very obvious card since it’s a court figure. Now, the thing is, this is not the guy being rough. The QUEEN OF WANDS is as notoriously femdom as can be. The very fiery and raw and fun version. So, with a degree of lightheartedness, but still being very fit — even buff — and hands-on with the sub. If you get the QUEEN OF SWORDS, that’s the more cool and calculated domme who signs you up for torture and humiliation, and she really looks like a domme. She’s all over the internet because she has the grit. Now wands combined with a tarot queen... it’s more about the stamina and she is approachable. Hobi does not like watching cruel girls, he likes challenging ones. Upbeat porn stars who can take a lot but most importantly dole it out assertively like pros are Hobi’s schtick. He’s unapologetic about that. With him it’s like, please not the local newcomers that turned legal a month ago. The queen cards are all about mature women. Mommy kink, hint hint. The kind of mommy who’s gonna whip out the spreader bar or cane (= wands again) and give a playful type of punishment. See how desert-like that imagery is, Hobi wants to sweat big time when he gets off to this. Now since wands also make for a damn good pole to dance on, go figure. This whole card has me wondering if, well alright, he is a Cardi B hard stan 😅 If Hobi blasts Money to get in the mood, I’d not be surprised. Anyway. Back to pole stuff: If you go through his youtube search history, you will find astounding things. I think he watches the more professional and athletic performers in competition though. High production value is key. Finally, an interesting card detail: There’s a sunflower on it. This is definitely his kind of tarot imagery.

jimin

⌈ KING OF COINS  ⇁ This card always looks like a scene from a medieval movie so you might have an erotic film enthusiast here. The more chaste type of genre, pentacles are very grounded and not hypersexualized. The intimacy is slow and more about security and pleasure. It’s graphic and detailed, but gives you a sense of relaxation. With a bit of romance in the plot, that might absolutely be Jimin’s thing. Castles and wine and nobility. Interesting type of erotica. Historical and classy. As expected of a prince, mind you. He might enjoy books of that genre also. And we know Jimin is an avid reader, right up there with Namjoon. Now, even with more risque and contemporary stuff that he googles up, we have similar dynamics going down on screen. With Hobi we had femdom because it’s a queen card, now with Jimin we get the classic male dom type of porn because that’s how the King usually rolls, unless it’s the KING OF CUPS who’s touchy-feely and subby. Meanwhile, the KING OF COINS is your local sugar daddy. Leaning towards being a soft dom, he’s not aggressive. And Jimin surely has a little crush on that concept. Ye know, if all the other members have female cards and Jimin gets the sugar daddy, we might be dealing with mxm action. Because if this card was a porn star, he’d be a really, really rich producer and a bear who’s done this since the frickin’ 90s. He’s treating his subs very gently and lets them sit on their lap, the imagery is sort of like that because the King is balancing a pentacle on his left thigh. Sex and comfort all in one are life for Jimin. A sexy detail I only noticed at a second glance, the King also has a shortened golden staff with him, which has a rounded tip. If that’s not a butt plug… whenever I see props like that in tarot, I interpret it as a sex toy. So, good vibes in here. And a bunch of aphrodisiacs, the KING OF COINS is a foodie. Which you know, might just be a food porn type of reference. Jimin’s taste in sexy things is quite something else.

jungkook

⌈ THE EMPRESS ⇁ If there’s one thing I like, it’s the Tarot giving me the important archetypes during readings of that kind. The Queens, the Kings, the Major arcana (see Yoongi’s and Jin’s segment). You can really draw a lot of hints out of it. Now with the EMPRESS you have a similar case to Hobi’s, just a lot more softcore. Jungkook has a refined and pretty vast taste in erotica, if not the most refined in Bangtan next to Jimin who likes that kind of dignified touch to it as well as we saw. Jungkook knows his stuff when it comes to searching things up, he is a first class netizen in that regard. In terms of genre: The EMPRESS is your highkey feminist and wholesomeness legend, so — you won’t find any super creepy things in some hidden file on his PC, and things by female producers instead. No slut-shaming or name-calling here, everyone gets their pleasure in their own right. Thanks to online sex ed, Jungkook has a map to the clit and he’s not afraid to use it. He’s the type to watch solo videos ad nauseam. He’s fascinated. Masturbation until it gets all messy with the juices flowing, and you bet he wants to see the girls buzzing themselves off lying on their back. Maybe even outdoors in a field. Cum play is a must, cunnilingus is a must, he loves unprotected sex and creampies, he loves breast massages. And yes. Anything that involves sex with pregnant and chubby women. Similar to Taehyung, it’s all about the focus on the girl, he doesn’t bother much with the guy performers. And given Yoongi’s reading on top of that, we have three members in BTS who are all about worshipping the female body right here, breasts over ass, and he likes blondes, too. The EMPRESS card is like… the entire porn industry who does the MILF and BBW genre is financed by Jeon Jungkook’s website subscriptions. Cue GOT7, with Jungkook it’s girls, girls, girls. The thirst is going strong, and he’s unashamed times ten, sex is sex. 

➝ we also have members who don’t really bother with erotica or have a complicated relationship with it.

SPREAD #2

taehyung

⌈  ACE OF WANDS reversed ⇁ He’s not about beating off until the world ends. Taehyung gets bored by porn or heated literature and doesn’t feel very motivated to search it up. He would rather come up with his own ideas to write but doesn’t have the energy. Sex drive: On hold, even if he tries to look something up it doesn’t feel very fulfilling to him. Most of it fails to turn him on, it’s not his kind of taste. He gets frustrated when he masturbates and would rather rest, dream, and doze. The only thing I can see him watch somewhat frequently — hold your horses — is lesbian porn. I’ll explain. The ACE OF WANDS is pretty much your most glaring handjob symbolism card. A hand gripping a stick. Yoongi’s THE WORLD card has very similar imagery, I mean even two wands and a girl, bisexual explosion much. He would be a big fan of the upright ACE OF WANDS card lmao! But the reversal is like, um no silly guys jerking off in here, pls. Keep your cum to yourself. That means: Zero dicks in Taehyung’s zone, girl-on-girl stuff is his very last resort for quality that he is desperate for but cannot find. And not the stuff where the producers just replace the guys with heavy arsenal sex toys, double-ended dildos, fucking machines, endless strap-on action without any clit stimulation on either side and whatnot. Taehyung is like ugh, cherie, why, give me the juicy stuff, give me the basics. What he wants is just pure scissoring, fingering, oral, little gentle bites, a lot of caresses and kisses. And slow, slow sex. Probably the amateur kind. He hates how brutal and exaggerated most things online are. Tae is looking for softness, a lot of lesbian action is what delivers in that regard so he takes all he gets. And it goes further than that, Taehyung knows the finest yuri recommendations, I’m telling you.

seokjin

⌈  THE STAR reverse ⇁ The opposite of Yoongi: not keeping it very naked in here. The upright card shows a nude woman pouring water from two cups. Hence a strong connection to the card of sexuality, TWO OF CUPS. Everything is very gentle and positive in that scenery. But then, the reversed card rather shows us that Jin doesn’t feel too thrilled watching other people film or write or photograph sex. Like in Tae’s case, he becomes bored, it’s all the same to him. Nothing’s ever new to him in porn. He feels negative and guilty rather than refreshed or entertained. He also doesn’t like a lot of kinks that very literally connect to, well, the pouring water. Squirting, cum play, watersports, sex in the pool or showers, lube overuse, creampies, bukkake, fake cum — Jin is rolling his eyes at that, he thinks it’s a circus. He’s surely given it a try, but ended up feeling worse and even more pent-up or dissatisfied. At best, you will find him on unknown websites looking for the most amateur videos there are. Because: THE STAR quite unequivocally hints at porn stars. If you reverse the card, it becomes someone not very well-known. He roots for the underdog. Accordingly, Jin’s reaction to mainstream videos goes this way: ‚Pipe down, you non-artists!’ 😆 Cause maybe, he does do it better aye, without the awkward angles anyway. He doesn’t want the body cult, like, put that airbrush and silicone out of my face bro. Not because he’s against surgery, but the idea behind sexual extremes and the shady high standards. It’s too polished for him to get turned on. And robotic/staged. Likely because he’s had an IRL sexual experience (gasp!) that set a different ideal to him, so the more glossy porn feels off. Home video has all he needs instead. I think it’s especially because you get so see more body hair there. The woman on the THE STAR card is all sleek, so the reversed card is the opposite, Jin wants that unshaved goodness.

namjoon

⌈ EIGHT OF CUPS ⇁ Now you’d think — and I thought, kinda — we’d get the master of erotica right here. And he’s had one hell of a reputation for that. Think of the ever-infamous Yaman TV interview where BTS were super upfront and revealing about their taste and what they watch privately. With especially Namjoon having the lion’s share. But this card says otherwise if his current state is concerned. The EIGHT OF CUPS shows a man wandering off into the night, leaving eight cups behind him. I think what that means is, he’s moved on. Namjoon’s cravings aren’t as strong as they used to be, nor does he have the time. He knows it won’t fix his loneliness or answer the questions of life. He might be on the search for different things to fulfill him, or ignore much of his hormones in favor for his career. Not that he didn’t dabble in it, he sure did, but that chapter is slowly closing and what’s next he doesn’t really know yet. He thinks about family and being a father, so the smaller and more risque pleasures become less significant. Desire, too. Ye olde soul syndrome is kicking in. The card is also centered around introspection, a quest for self, all these higher topics that aren’t the most grounded and don’t leave much space for being horny. Joon is simply to preoccupied and on the move. He sees porn as a distraction from his real self at this point, and he’s not the type to feel satiated after masturbating to something, similar to Jin and Taehyung. Instead, I think he carries that energy elsewhere, hence the wanderer going from A to B onto a mountain. In short, Namjoon naturally grew out of it by becoming more, well: Namjoon. He’s left a lot behind, he’s choosing self-development over temporary fun, and he will ponder a lot on the topic, the hows and whys and whats more often than not. So, he’s passed the baton to Yoongi and Jungkook if you will, and keeps a low profile as of now. 

tarot mlist | ko-fi

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[maggotzombie]

by the bar

PAIRING: Sebastian Stan x Reader (fem) SUMMARY: You’ve made plans to have a few drinks with some friends in your favorite bar downtown but things don’t work out as you expected. WORDS: 3,8k T/W: alcohol, fluff, language. A/N: Here’s something song-inspired. I had the time of my life writing this. Maybe 1 of 2... — 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

IT DIDN’T start well, I might confess.

Ten minutes late turned into twenty and now they’re forty-three minutes late and I’m pouting at the bar, not even ashamed of that.

I sigh in annoyance and put my phone down, tilting my head to the side as I trace the rim of my glass with my fingertip.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind if you send me a text to let me know how long I’ll have to wait. But if you never intended to show up at all, why would you even make plans in the first place?

Now I’m sitting all alone at the bar, pathetically I might add, waiting for friends that are a text away from canceling on me.

Why am I surprised, anyway? It’s not like they’ve never done this before…

As I sit and sulk in my bitterness, I don’t pay attention to the cheery group of people at a big table nearby, having the time of their lives. To be honest, I try to shut them down in my head because I’m pretty fucking jealous.

Why can’t I have friends like this?

“We're taking shots in here, you want one?” I take a moment to register that the stranger is, in fact, talking to me.

I turn to my side to look at the handsome blonde guy with piercing blue eyes.

“Oh,” I say in surprise. “Uh… No, thanks! I’m waiting for some friends,” I smile to not seem rude.

I’m not in the mood for flirting right now. Sorry, hot blondie.

“You can wait for them with us! I’m with my friends and fiancée,” He points at the table and an equally blond and gorgeous woman stands up, walking towards us.

Oh.

“Hmm. I don’t know about that,” I chuckle slightly, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Thanks, though,” I nod, looking at him.

“Want some help, babe?” The blond woman asks, stopping by the man’s side but not touching him.

Thank god, no cuddling right in my face!

“Hi,” The woman says to me with a huge smile.

“Hello,” I great back with the best I-don’t-want-to-be-here smile.

“I’m Alissa!” She reaches out a hand and I shake it, also introducing myself. “This is Will. Are you gonna join us?”

“She’s shy,” The Will-guy says to his fiancée and I stare back at him with ‘come on, dude’ face.

“No need to be shy! I promise we’re cool,” Alissa guarantees.

They stare at me expectantly, waiting for my answer. I groan internationally before smiling and nodding slightly.

“Alright,” I agree, reluctantly. “Thanks, but you don’t have to do that at all.”

“Ah, shut up, and let’s go!” Will says with a chuckle as if we’re longtime friends.

I chuckle too while his fiancée nudges him in a reprehensible way. They wait for me to collect my stuff so we can walk back to their table.

By now, the heat in my cheeks is permanent and I am planning on murdering each of my friends that are standing me up. However, things can always get worse and it does when I spot, at least, five TV stars at Will and Alissa’s table.

Why can’t Earth just swallow me whole right now?

My internal groan intensifies as I stop by the side of Will and the group’s attention shifts to me.

“Guys, this is Y/N!” Will introduces me and I wave sheepishly at them. “She’ll join us for shots while she waits for her friends.”

Seriously, Will-dude?! Why are you dissing me like that?

My smile doesn’t reach my eyes as I picture the exact way of torture I’ll use on the bastards I call friends.

“Hi,” I say very shyly.

Hey’s and welcome’s are cheerfully directed towards me. However, the next seconds are the most chaotic of my life.

Chace Crawford stands from his chair and motions for me to sit on it, by Alissa’s side. Then he tucks me in like a gentleman before walking towards the bar with the Will-guy, Sebastian Stan, and another handsome-looking man.

Alissa takes her seat by my left and introduces me to the remaining people at the table, which includes Jessica Szohr. Before introductions are over, the other men come back from the bar with a LOT of shots, lime, and salt, and I’m officially introduced to them.

“Here you go,” A couple of tequila shots are placed right in front of me and I look up to meet the eyes of Sebastian Stan.

“Thanks,” I smile shyly at him.

He gives me an adorable combo of a nod and a soft toothless smile.

The other glasses are given away to the others and Chace gets another chair for himself before sitting by my right side. Sebastian takes a seat right across from me and the handsome-looking guy named Ethan sits at the head of the table.

As we cheer and down the first shot, I don’t even make a face at the stinging sensation the drink leaves behind nor the bitter from the lime. After all, what’s hard liquor when you’re nearly dead inside? Exactly, nothing.

At first, I’m very glad they continue their chatting as if I’ve always belonged to the group. However, they wouldn't let me quiet for long and, soon enough, all the attention is at me again.

“So, Y/N,” Will starts and I put my beer down, sighing internally as I lean forward to look at him. “What brings you to this lovely place?” He asks.

“Booze?” I make a face and the others laugh.

He nods, pursing his lips. “Fair enough.”

“What do you do for a living?” Alissa chimes in. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is,” She adds quickly.

I shake my head as to say that it isn’t a problem. “I’m a fashion designer,” I reply nonchalantly.

That seems to catch their interest.

“Seriously?” Jessica Szohr asks. “What do you design?”

“Dresses and gowns...” I say, trying not to draw more attention to myself.

Of course, it has the opposite effect of what I intended.

Suddenly, they’re stalking my professional Instagram and complimenting me on my creations. My cheeks are so red that it could be used as a stop sign but I sigh in relief when someone suggests more shots. As expected, my friends bail on me an hour after they’re supposed to meet me but I don’t even reply to them as I gulp down another tequila shot.

The alcohol starts to flow in my bloodstream and I begin to loosen up a bit, the warmth of the liquor starting to take over.

I quietly whisper to Alissa that my friends aren’t coming and that I am going home but she – already inebriated – immediately shouts at me, prohibiting me to leave and then shoves another shot in my face. Without seeing another way around, I simply drink it to not seem rude.

I’m not having a terrible time either, so that counts.

“Dear Lord, how do you do that?” Sebastian Stan asks, frowning at me.

“Huh?” I ask, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You just downed two shots without even flinching,” He points out and I look down at the glasses. “How drunk are you right now?”

I make a pinching motion as to gesture a small amount. “Barely,” I reply. "Mildly,” Then a nod.

He squints his eyes at me. “What were you drinking before?”

“I had a glass of caipirinha at the bar, but that’s it,” I shrug off.

“Is that the Brazilian drink? Made of that thingy that comes from sugarcane juice,” Jessica quips in, sitting by the actor’s side and makes some faces twist in confusion.

“Cachaça,” Someone suggests.

“Yeah, that,” She nods. “That’s strong,” The woman makes a face.

“Not really,” I shake my head slightly.

My answer seems to trigger something as they start to coo and, now, I’m the one frowning. Thinking I did something wrong; I immediately start to apologize to Jessica but she just chuckles, shaking her head. I’m not even surprised when the guys go get more tequila shots.

“Okay,” A bunch more of full cups are placed in the center of the table and then handed out for each person. “Here’s how this game will work,” Sebastian pauses again, combing his hair back with his fingers. “You have to drink the shot and you can’t make a face, just like missy heavyweight here,” He places both hands on my shoulders and, if I wasn’t slightly inebriated, I’d light up like Human Torch.

“What if we can’t?” Joe Mazzello asks.

“You pay the next round,” Chace replies quickly and then howls in laughter, backed up by the others.

“Yeah, that sounds fair,” Sebastian agrees. “Now, a demonstration from Y/N just so you know what you’re up against,” He squeezes my shoulders and I wonder how the hell I ended up here. “Y/N?” Sebastian squeezes my shoulders again.

I shrug off, accepting my fate, then I do the three-steps: lick the salt, throw my head back slightly to down the hard liquor, and bite into the lime. As I do the latter, I put the glass back at the table, always keeping a straight face.

In the meanwhile, everybody was staring at me.

“Nah, that was water,” A guy named Philip, who I think it’s also an actor, says. “It was way too easy.”

I look at him with an unamused face. “What are you drinking?” I ask him, nodding towards his glass.

“Vodka,” He replies.

I snatch his drink. “In this case, nazdarovya!” I raise his glass as a toast before downing it just like my own shot.

Yeah, that was a mistake.

I realize it as soon as I swallow the vodka. Mixing liquors isn’t the greatest idea and my stomach roars in anger when the latest shot hits the bottom.

Nevertheless, I keep a straight face and I look up at even more surprised ones. “That wasn’t one of my brightest ideas,” I confess.

This makes them break in laughter and I get a supportive tap on the back by Sebastian. The simple gesture nearly makes the vodka turn back around, but I just bring my hand to cover my lips as a small burp comes out.

The drinking game starts after my reckless decision and it’s quite fun to watch them try to keep it together. I refuse to take another shot when it comes back to me, arguing that I’d probably end up in the ER if I continue in this spree.

I laugh as Will’s face contorts in pain or something. “This makes me wonder if you guys suck at poker, too,” I say, resting back on my chair.

“Oh,” Sebastian starts and my eyes fixate on him. “Is that a dare?”

I chuckle, adjusting myself in my seat. “It was a statement but, sure, it could be a dare,” I tease him.

“Alright,” He nods. “I’ll take it,” The actor says.

“Since when you play poker, Stan?” Chance questions with a serious-mocking tone.

He shrugs off. “Just found a great excuse to learn it,” Sebastian replies and I find myself blushing hard as I chuckle.

The light conversation keeps flowing. I chat mostly with the ones around me which are Alissa, Will, Chace, Jessica, and Sebastian. It’s really fun, they definitely embraced a stranger to their group without a second thought and are sharing personal details carefreely. While I feel a little uncomfortable about it, they also make me feel part of their “pack”, as weird as it is saying that.

However, I’m getting drunker as time passes, and further embarrassing myself in front of movie and TV stars is not in my to-do list. So, I excuse myself to go to the restroom – which I, in fact, need to. Thankfully, no one asks to join me or follow me there.

In the stall, while I pee, I dial my hotline. As always, it takes one ring and my savior picks up.

“I hate you,” She greets me with a groan.

“Sorry to call you, mom. Could you pick me up, though?” I whisper.

“It’s nearly 1 am, Y/N!” She points out with her voice thick of sleep.

“I know, I said I’m sorry!” I continue to whisper.

“Why are you whispering, anyway? Were you kidnapped or something?” She asks.

“No. But I’m hiding in the bathroom. They won’t let me leave if I say so,” I reply.

“That sounds exactly like kidnapping,” She emphasizes.

“It’s a long story, okay! I’ll tell you if you come to pick me up, so will you? Please,” I try to chuckle but I’m pretty sure it sounded like a shocked cat.

“You know I will. Text me your location,” She replies.

“Aw, that’s why you’re my favorite little sister,” I beam.

“I’m your only sister, Y/N,” She deadpans.

“Well, so that’s pretty accurate, huh?” I laugh.

“Ugh, I’m on my way. Goodbye,” She hangs up.

I look at my phone and purse my lips. “Wow. Rude,” I say, flushing the toilet and then stepping out of the stall.

Just as I’m carefully washing my hands – read: stalling to gain time for my sister to come to get me –, Alissa and Jessica come into the bathroom with huge grins.

“GURL!” Alissa says excitedly when our eyes meet through the mirror and she trots towards me. “Sebastian is SO into you!” She giggles like a teenager.

I scoff. “No, he’s not,” I shake my hands, grabbing a couple of paper towels.

“He so is, right Jess?! Tell her!” The very intoxicated woman props her friend to confirm by nudging her.

Jessica chuckles. “Yup, he is,” She agrees but I shake my head skeptically. “I swear to God, he is. And I think you two would be a cute couple,” She teases.

“Oh, I second that,” Alissa nods. “It’s perfect because he’s single and you’re...” She stops midsentence and frowns. “Are you single?”

“Yes, I am, but that’s not the discussion!” I shake my head quickly and I immediately get dizzy for it.

“See? Perfect!” Jessica points out.

“I guess that vodka is coming back to haunt me,” I say as I clutch my stomach, leaning against the sink.

“Are you okay?” The blond sobers up in concern.

“Yeah, just got a bit dizzy from shaking my head too hard,” I reply, taking controlled breaths to not throw up.

She giggles. “You’re not that badass after all, huh?” She pats my back and we walk out the restroom.

As we reach their table, everybody is packing up. “Where are we going?” Jessica asks, taking her purse.

“Some of us, home,” Will reply, looking down at his overly affective wife snuggling to his side.

“But there’s the last call at my place,” Chace says.

“Sweet,” Jessica nods.

I already had collected my stuff and was on my way to the bar to close and pay for my tab. “Hey,” I smile to the bartender who was attending me when I got here. “How much do I owe you?” I ask, opening my wallet.

“Uh, nothing,” He replies and I give him a puzzled look. “Guy in the leather jacket just paid for your tab,” He replies and I follow his nod to see Sebastian engaged in a conversation but staring at us – or is it only at me?

I sigh, looking back at the bartender. “So, how much did he pay?”

The bartender gets the receipt and I check it out. Then I smile, thanking him for taking good care of me when I was alone by the bar and wishing him a good night.

I pull out how much I've cost him and put the bills in my back pocket before walking back to the group. “Hey, Y/N! Are you coming with us?” Jessica asks with a huge grin on her face.

I stop, trying to remember what she’s referring to. “Last call at Chance’s,” Sebastian recalls.

“Oh,” I nod. “Yeah... No, thanks for the invitation, though,” I smile. “Mom is getting here anytime now,” I add and their expressions are priceless. “Oh, it’s not really my mother. It’s my little sister but she acts like our mom with me so...” I laugh and they join me, in relief. “Why am I explaining myself, anyway?” I shake my head slowly this time.

“Yeah, well...” Jessica comes in for a hug and I just accept it. “There’s always a next time,” She says and I simply nod. “Loved meeting you, girl. You’re rad!” The woman squeezes me.

I awkwardly step back. “Please, don’t let this one drink more,” I ask Chance and Sebastian, looking at them.

They laugh and I exchange more awkward hugs with the rest of the group, bidding goodbye. Each one of them tells me how awesome or nice I am and I think I’m blushing, but I don’t even know any more at this point. Alissa surprises me by tearing up a little when we hug – well, she technically nearly tackled me down, but okay – and Will has to physically unstrap her from me.

“That was intense,” I smooth my hair back and sigh.

“Tell me about it,” Sebastian says from my side and I almost have a heart attack for not realizing he was there the whole time.

“Jesus,” I say with a hand over my chest.

“No, Sebastian,” He corrects jokingly and I roll my eyes before a chuckle escapes my lips.

“Very funny,” I shake my head.

“Well, I’ve made you laugh,” The actor shrugs off. “It worked,” He winks at me.

Suddenly, I remember the conversation I had in the restroom with Jessica and Alissa. Then, I also remember he paid for my drinks.

“Yeah... Listen,” I start, turning my body fully towards him. “I really appreciate you guys inviting me to join you, even if you didn’t have to...”

“No problem,” He nods.

“And I had a great time, thanks for that,” I continue.

“You’re welcome,” Sebastian smiles at me.

Why is he staring at me so inventively?

I almost have a hard time focusing on the next steps. “But I really don’t need you to pay for my tab,” I say and a frown takes over his confident expression. “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the initiative but I’m not that kind of girl,” I finish, taking the money out of my pocket and offering to him.

“Uhm...” He pauses, trying to process it while looking down at my hand. “I’m sorry, did I misunderstand the whole thing?” He asks. “Because I’m pretty sure you were into it, too.”

I frown. Oh, my God! What’s he talking about? I’m that drunk?

“No! Not at all!” I quickly reply, not really sure what I’m saying. “I just don’t like people paying for my stuff,” I say.

Then I realize how rude I sounded.

I groan and, this time, it’s not internally. “I’m so sorry! I don’t mean to sound rude or pretentious,” I explain, trying to mend the situation. “It's a thing I set for myself...”

Why’s my vocabulary gone?

“A thing?” Sebastian frown intensifies.

Fuck!

“Yeah... Like a...” I press my fingers into my eyes, trying to search my scrambled mind. “Uh... What’s the name of it? Like a series of rules that we set for ourselves and we live by it…” I keep trying.

“Like a moral code?” He asks.

“Exactly!” I snap, pointing at him. “But that’s not what I was going for… What do we call the rules itself? It’s uh… Fuck, it’s at the tip of my tongue,” I cuss, frustrated at myself.

“Principles?” The actor suggests again.

“Yes! That’s it!” I snap again. “Not letting people pay for my stuff it’s a principle of mine. I pay for my stuff, you know?” I tilt my head slightly while explaining to him.

Sebastian nods and opens a side smile. “You’re so adorable,” He confesses.

Firstly, I’m shocked.

Did he fake the whole offended thing?

Then, I’m relieved. “You’re an asshole,” I whine, shoving him slightly and smiling shyly.

“But at least I can make you smile,” He continues teasing me. “And blush like a tomato, apparently.” Sebastian runs a finger over my left cheek.

“Stop it,” I slap his hand away playfully. “But, seriously, take the money,” I offer it to him again.

“You don’t have to, you know?” He insists.

“I want to,” I shove the bills into his chest.

“I won’t take your money,” The man shakes his head at me and I groan, fury in my eyes.

“Fine!” I say and look down at his clothes, folding the money. “You don’t have to,” I stuff the bills into his pocket and the look on his face is of pure shock. “Ha, sucker!” I laugh, pointing at him.

“So very adorable,” He shakes his head slightly, looking at me.

Suddenly, a car honk makes me look away. The sight of my sister in her bathrobe waiving a bottle of Gatorade through the open window makes laugh.

“You’ve got me electrolytes!” I grin. “You’re such a mom,” I tease.

“I’ll kill you,” She replies.

I giggle. “Right,” I nod and look back at Sebastian. “See ya!” I kiss him in the cheek and move away quickly.

Before stumbling down the steps of the bar, I remove my high-heeled boots and proceed to run towards my sister’s car most silly and pathetic way possible. I take the bottle from her hands and kiss her cheek before walking to the passenger’s side. I throw my boots in the backseat before opening the front door.

A happy squeal comes out of my mouth as I look at the seat. “You got me KFC!” I say as I take the fried chicken bucket in my hands. “I fucking love you!”

“Yeah, okay. Get in, psycho. I have to work tomorrow,” She replies.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” I point out with a chicken wing between my teeth as I strap the seatbelt on.

“Does that really matter?” She asks, opening the Gatorade for me.

“Huh,” I huff, chewing the chicken and then taking a big gulp of the electrolyte drink to help down the food down. “Thanks!”

Quickly, she switches gears and we drive off: me, happily eating KFC on the passenger’s seat and drunk off my mind while she’s grumpy and sleepy.

In the meantime, Sebastian was watching everything with an amused smile on his face and hands inside the pants pockets.

“When’s the date?” Chance asks, coming behind him.

“What?” Sebastian asks, frowning.

Jessica frowns too, standing beside Chance and a few other people. “Didn’t you get her number?” She asks.

The actor's face drops and he looks back to where the car went. “Fuck,” He mutters and the others laugh.

“Oh, honey,” Ethan teases, patting his shoulder as he passes by.

“All that for a kiss in the cheek?” Alissa asks with her hands in her waist. “What the fuck, Sebastian?!”

The man frowns, looking at Will who just dismissively shakes his head.

Then he sighs, rubbing his face. “I’m a dumbass.”

[honey-makki]

It was a normal day for Ashleigh Styleson. Walking to school and zoning out for a few hours. The end of the day was not what I expected at all. Instead of sitting at my desk doing homework I was tied up in the storage room of a gym.

Today I was kidnapped by older (and very sexy) men?

I don;t know why they took me, I don’t even kow who they are. One of them is tallish and blonde and looks like he would play troy bolton in a remake of high school musical. He keeps staring at me and im nervous that my bright blue jeans and band tee paired with my knee high converse aren’t cute enough for him.

Maybe they wont want me anymore, i wondered. my doubt was quickly replaced when three more men walked in the room. One had blonde hair tied back with a headband and i could just tell he was in charge by the bde he had. The other two were meeker and didn’t really catch my eye, a tall skinny nervous blonde and the only brunette.

“Who are you”

Don’t worry about who we are baby girl just what we can do for you.

“Do for me?”

The one in charge laughed. “Maybe if u are good enough we will let you go home. smothing tells me you are a bad girl tho, maybe its the outfit you are wearing”

My parents did hate this outfit, they said it was too eddgy but i didn’t want to be the preppy bithc of their dreams. No i am hardcore. Punk through and through and obviously these men could tell.

Would that be my escape or downfall?

Do they think my confidence is sexy or annoyin??

a/n definitely sexy. she is so confident and no one can fuck w her

“Do you want to listen to music” he doesnt let me answer before using pandora to open up a one direction station, “hows this”

My eyes almost roll out of my head, “im more of a.. Um 5sos person.. A person w taste”

a/n i don’t hate 1d but being a 1d stan?? couldn;t be me (◔_◔)

Of course you are, because i also love them, and he quickly switches to the beter station.

I can’t help but start to dance in my too tight biinds when good girls play out from his phone.

“If i untine you, will you dance fro us like a good girl?”

Only f you tell me why i’m here

Depends on how good you dance. Theres a daring glint in his eyes and ive never been one to back down from a challenge.

The song flows through ym body and i cant help the way my hips mve in a seductive circle, his eyes zeroed in on my rainbow studded belt. Suddenlyan idea sparks in my mind.

I might be punk but that doesn’t mean i don’t learn tiktok dances at night for fun. Its one of the only things i can do when my mom grounds me and takes my laptop away. Idk why she doesn’t take my phone but its not like i have a ton fo friends to text anyways

It’s not the right song but i think the moves to the savage dance will work well enough. If i sing savag in ym head i can keep on beat and maybe he’ll like my dance moves. I can’t see how the others stare at my ass while i put on a show for the man in front of me but i wouldn’t care anyways.

When i finish he walks up and whispers in my ear, “those moves aren’t necessarily what i would call good, you wouldnt want your mom to see you shaking your ass infront of a grown men woul you?”

Well i do what i want so if i want to be sexy in front of you then i will. A pout is evident on my face but i take the time hes laughing to check him out in front of me. Hes bigger then all the boys in my grade and theres a warm tingling in my tummy that i don’t recognize.

One fo the men speaks up behind me and says, “ we took you because you are hot.” i blush unwillingly at the compliment from an attractive older man, “and we want you to stay with us” says another.

I pause, leaving ym life behind? The pink bedroom walls and strict annoying parents and school? And instead i get to live with four ripped men who think im sexy and cool? Easiest decison of my life

“Am i living in this gym? Because i need at least a shower and bed and i dont’ see any of that hear..

“Don’t worry kitten you can come bck to our place and sleep in anyone’s bed you want.”

---

Maybe geting kidnapped isn’t the worst thing thats ever happend to me/ now i dont have to do my math homework and i can probably have my first kiss with one fo these hot dudes.

they take me to thier apartment above a store and before the door even closes the man has his warm muscle shoved down my throat. i don’t know alotbout jissng but i felt like we skipped a few steps! but when the next man came up he’s much gentle with me and it wasn’t long before i was confident and our tongues battles for dominance

the second pair of hands moving on my body from behind only spurred me on to pull the first one even closer. not to mention he was super hot.

the man still at the door had a dark glean in his eyes and commanded me to strip. everyone else looked at me bungryily and i felt like the power shifted in my favor and that my feminine wiles would get me anything i wanted.

maybe i could get used to living like this

a/n this was a dream i had and i wish it was realll!1! where are my sexy men!!!

a real a/n: this is part of the miki mouse whore house collab! check the others out here

[waywardimpalawriter]

Hey luv! It's been a long time since we've talked! Hope you're doing fine!

Led astray

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x ReaderRating: PGWarnings: Angst, sadness, being bumped, anger, Seb’s a bit of an ass in this one, curse words Word count: 1,441Notes: Requested by the very lovely @chrisevansthedoritobastard I’m so very sorry it took me over a year to get this written out. But better late than never right? *looks hopeful* Hope you enjoy sweetie. The idea actually came from listening to the radio one very early morning. The local station has a segment called ‘2nd Date Update’ the rest as they say is history.  

Forever:

@winters-buck @angryschnauzer @feelmyroarrrr

 @aquabrie @fandommaniacx  @supernaturallymarvellous  @smoothdogsgirl @becs-bunker

This story: @not-another-fangirl

You’d given it thought, rolled it over in your head for the last few days, asked friends, hell even your sister, all agreed that this idea would come back to bite you in the ass. But you just had, no needed to know and hopefully understand why he hadn’t returned your calls or texts. Sure the same old thoughts came to mind, he’s busy, sick, working or just plain dodging your calls. Enough is, enough you needed answers and this seemed to be the only way to get them.

Though now as you wait for the host to come back your nerves start to get the better of you making you pace the short distance between the kitchen island and stove. Cell pressed between your shoulder and ear, hands wringing like a wet washcloth, till a male voice comes back to the line.

“Good Tuesday morning to ya this is Jason Douglas joined by my cohorts Megan Wright and Michael Masters on 93Q country. It’s 6:45 just this side of the dawn, on a fine morning and we’re bringing you 2nd date update.” There’s a slight twang in his voice while speaking, flipping switches and taking a sip of his coffee. “Morning Y/N thank you for joining us this fabulous morning.”

Clearing your throat, “You’re welcome,” swallowing to try to coat your dry throat once more, “Thanks for having me.”

“So I hear you went on a date a few weeks ago and the guy hasn’t called you back?”

“Yeah, yes,” rolling your eyes at how stupid you sound thinking this may be the disaster everyone warned you about. “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“Don’t be, we’ve had many people call wanting help trying to find out why calls haven’t been returned. It’s only natural,” pops in Megan, voice bright and cheery for how early in the morning it is.

Nodding though no one can see, you’ve finally sat down on a barstool, cell in hand now. “I thought we’d hit it off, the conversation flowed, we laughed, shared things about each other.” Shaking your head not wanting the tears to come and clog your voice. Had you been wrong about him?

“Tell us more about your date and how the night went? Did he seem put out by how the date went? Had you done something to offend him or him, you?”

“NO,” the one-syllable comes out louder than intended laced with a small amount of anxiety. “I mean I don’t think so like I said it seemed to me the date went well. For my part I thought we hit it off from word go. It’s why I’m so confused as to why he hasn’t called me back.”

“Well alright then let’s get this settled and call up Sebastian,” flipping a few more switches, Jason brings up what he needs. “Now remember Y/N you’ll be listening in try not to say anything till I cue you. He won’t know until that moment so if you want answers, you’ll have to be patient.”

Nodding, realizing they couldn’t see you, your voice cracks as you answer, “Understood.”

“And we will get to that call right after a few words from our sponsors,” sitting back the three of them talk while you’re on hold hearing nothing but elevator music for almost two minutes.

Weather finished up and Jason comes back, “Time is now 6:55 and we have Sebastian on the line, welcome sir and good morning to you. I’ve got my cohosts, Megan and Michael with me.”

Both give him a welcome before Sebastian himself speaks, “Morning.”

“Do we have your permission to talk with you and ask a few questions? This is on air and being recorded of course so if you aren’t comfortable with that speak now or forever hold your peace.” a soft chuckle leaves his lips at the corny joke he makes.  

Puzzled and curious as to what the radio station could want, Sebastian gives consent knowing he might get in trouble with his agent and manager later for this. As there are no movies or TV shows to promote at the moment. So that little voice in the back of his mind keeps poking. Saying this could bring trouble to his door.

“Can I ask what this is about? I didn’t win anything did I? Especially since I didn’t enter,” he jokes seeing the confused looks from his friends beside him.

“Well, it seems there’s someone out there that thinks you’re amazing and wanted to let you know. Do you remember going on a date with someone a few weeks ago?”

Thinking over his schedule, everything he’s done in the past few weeks, he remembers one and wants to smack himself. “There’s one that comes to mind.”

“Y/N?”

Sighing, running a hand through his hair, Sebastian steps away from the group to make the call a little more private. “Yeah, that’s her.”

“You don’t sound so happy to hear the name, did something happen?” Megan chimes in.

All the while you’re listening to the conversation trying to keep yourself from interfering, wanting to have this answers to put this behind you.

“No, nothing happened; Y/N’s a sweet girl I just didn’t feel any sparks with her. The thing I regret the most is giving her so much hope by agreeing to the date.”

Shaking his head, Michael speaks, “I don’t follow you, dude.”

Not wanting to sound too harsh but knowing the truth is always better than a lie, “We met at a party one night, thought she was a nice girl that we could have chemistry, I was wrong. We talked on the phone for a couple of nights before agreeing to a date. In that time I learned from a friend of mine that she’s a very clingy person, needy and always wanting to be the center of attention.”

“What the f*ck,” you couldn’t hold back your tongue anymore and let slip a curse word that Jason told you wouldn’t be allowed. “I’m sorry Jason it slipped out.” Breathing deep to regain yourself, “If your friend told you all that about me then why did you even agree to the date you asshole.”

“Yeah sorry Sebastian, Y/N has been listening in the whole time we’ve been talking,” butting in to explain just making sure to bleep the curse word.

Shrugging to himself, “Thought it would be fun, you’re a sweet girl Y/N just not my type is all. Besides you did talk way more about yourself than I did, I couldn’t even get a word in edgewise.”

“That’s a lie Stan and you know it you jerk. Why make up stupid crap like this if all you truly wanted was a good fuck. That’s what it truly was about, man up and tell the truth.” Anger building now as you jump from the stool sending it backwards to pace the floor, “And here I thought you were a better man than that Sebastian Stan.”

“Whoa, whoa there is this true y’all had sex and what that wasn’t good enough for you Sebastian?” Megan asks wondering if they were talking to who she thinks it is.

“Listen she called my cell, no blew it up more like it with calls and texts, every half hour wanting to know when and where we’re going back out. I told her when she left that morning, things wouldn’t work,” trying to push the problem in your lap, making things your fault rather than his.

“You know what fuck you, Stan, your dick wasn’t big enough anyway to satisfy a goldfish,” done with the whole thing you don’t wait for any answers. Instead deciding to hang up on them, grab the pint of Ben and Jerry’s you stashed for times like this and headed to your bed to cry it out over Pretty Woman and other chick flick movies.

Clearing his throat to get the shock out, “Well then, I take it there will be no second date huh?” laughter clearly in his voice as he looks at his cohosts with a shake of his head. “I guess being an actor and trying to find love isn’t as easy as people would have you believe.”

“So not funny asshole,” hanging up Sebastian shakes his head going back to the main part of the gym to finish his workout and forget the stupid call even happened.

“You know they air that shit on the radio these days? Your fans are going to hear it,” one of his friends states a smirk on his lips.

“Who listens to radio anyway?” is his comeback while flipping his friends off to lift weights.

[sparkles-and-trash]

My fav 3 versions/interpretations of South Park characters thing!

I’m so sorry this took much longer than anticipated, I was gonna do it Friday but then I had a panic attack for the first time in forever because my CFS have been real bad lately and I was in such bad shape my BFF had to come and smack me back to life, and Sunday was suddenly full on breakdown day, a bad BPD episode and yeah, it was rough, but today I’m doing better and I realize nobody really cares about my personal issues lol but I just have a need to excuse myself here and I realize that’s kinda dumb but here we are ANYWAYS I hope these are okay, and that these are in no way the RIGHT interpretations, just my personal favorites! 

Kyle:

suggested by the wonderful  @otherluces <3

#1 

I’m not gonna lie, I love nerdy, preppy Kyle. Sweater-vests, collard shirts, doesn’t realize how attractive he is Kyle, oblivious to people having crushes on him Kyle, set on Harvard to become a lawyer and fight for justice and argue for a living, yanno? 

#2 

I also really like the more dorky and nerdy Kyle, where he has really niché interests that he gets totally invested in and talks about 24/7, loves reading and studying, but not just to get good results, but because he genuinly enjoys it.

#3

The last version I can think of with him, is the tall, lanky and kinda hard to read Kyle. He keeps a lot of his feelings to himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. He plays basketball, he’s good at it too, and while he does well in school and everyone expects him to go into law, he has some totally different dream he keeps to himself for now. He kinda perks up a bit when in smaller crowds, esp with his cloest friends, but he still carries a lot of secrets that some time needs to come out.

Tweek:

suggested by my new fren  @soft-craig-and-tweek ^^

I like Tweek in so many ways these were hard to pick, but I’mma try to narrow it down a bit and not go totally off haha

#1

I actually quite enjoy the jagged, tired Tweek, the one who with help from friends and family manage to get off the meth his parents feed him secretly, but who still struggle with withdrawal, dark bags under his eyes, kinda pale and with sharp features, but he’s still a sweet and kind boy, a boy who wants to make the right choices and change the world to a better place, but who still has a darkness he carries, and the fact that he never gives up that fight is what makes him so special 

#2

and okay I have to be honest, I do love myself some sunshine boy Tweek. This Tweek still has issues, he is maybe even more anxious than the last one, but he’s also just as vibrant and energetic as he is anxious! He is an artist, he paints with bright colors, he composes beautiful, hopeful melodies, he feels everything so much,  and he is a contagious and exciting person to be around. Cannot dress for the life of him. So much mis-match and odd outfits, but it kinda works? 

#3

The last one I’m gonna mention for this wonderful boy, is the more alternative Tweek. He writes obscure poetry, he watches too many conspiracy theory videos on youtube, he draws the monsters in his mind, and he writes the scariest, most hauntingly beautiful stories on the internet, and people online love him. He has no idea how to deal with being popular in that sense, because irl he is the type to not belong to a certain friend group, but he does go along well with most people on a surface level. Dark circles, shaky hands, crooked and cute smiles, baggy t-shirts and ripped jeans. When he first opens up to someone, he really, really does, and he will always support and be there for you. If you deserve it, that is. 

Nichole: 

also suggested by  @soft-craig-and-tweek <3 

#1

I love nerdy Nichole who isn’t afraid to show it! Maybe she’s a streamer or youtube gamer even, I can def see her writing fanfiction, and being hella good at it too! Makes quite a name for herself online, and hangs out with the boys a lot irl, has game nights with the boys from Board Girls (even Cartman sometimes), is funny in a sarcastic way, but never mean. 

#2

Popular girl Nichole is also a favorite for me, but not in the “classical” sense. I imagine her to be a sporty, maybe on both the basket and volleyball team, captain for the basket one, she’s a born leader, she’s kind and fair, but can also be strict, and people always trust her to be honest and true.  

#3

Artsy Nichole!! I imagine her in bright yellow dresses and with her hair flowing and free, with flowers in her hair, freckles on her face, a big, genuine smile, a loud laughter that is so contagious, she loves spending time with Jimmy because they have a very similar humor, and she’s a theater kid, she sings like an angel and can act, oh boy can she act, she can make anyone laugh or cry in just a blink of an eye, she’s just a human sun-ray and I love her a lot 

Butters: 

suggested by @kinguidamundo, thank you so much!! 

#1

I love edgy Butters soooo much??? Like, he’s still a kind and bright boy, but he can also stand up for himself a lot more, he likes fashion a lot, he gets tattoos and piercings, he explores tons of ways to express himself, he’s a yes-dude, he goes out on dates a lot, but isn’t ready for a “real” relationship yet, but he enjoys meeting people and testing out himself around different types of people! Also he is a bi icon change my mind jk u can’t 

#2

I have a weak spot for the kind of soft and timid looking Butters too, who wears pastel colors and have big, innocent eyes, he is genuine and kind, but he carries something darker inside, something he isn’t sure how to deal with, something that scares him, but in reality it’s just normal feelings, anger, resentment and fear, but he’s lived his life ignoring them so much they catch him off guard at times. He learns to live with them slowly, and he does so with lots of help and patience from friends and loved ones. 

#3

Okay, last one, totally self-indulging here, but yeah, happy sunflower boy is also a big favorite. He is more confident than the previous version, but in a gullible way if that makes any sense? He believes the best in people, and if he is proven wrong, he’s willing to try to help them become better people, if they want to or not! This is honestly the version I love most with Stan, Butters being the ray of sunshine in Stan’s life and Stan being the realism to keep Butters grounded and them both supporting each other so much? Fuck yeah that’s the good stuff. 

Clyde:

suggested by @horrorpumpkin, ty sm friend! <3 

#1

Himbo Clyde!!! Jock dude who genuinely loves sports, he’s a team player, and while he might not be super intellectual, he is very socially smart, he is kind and empathic, he is funny and likable, he always tries his best to make everyone feel included, and while he loves chicks a lot, and is a sexual dude, he does it with nothing but respect and admiration for the ladies! 

#2

Bisexual disaster Clydeeee <3 obv being bi isn’t a personality trait, but he is very open about it, he wants to be confident and good at flirting, but goddamn is he a MESS! He’s also a huge supporter of every single relationship his friends is in, he loves love, in all shapes and forms, he is emotional and kind and awkward in an endearing way. 

#3

Can’t leave out crybaby Clyde, can we now? He’s a bit of an awkward bean as well, but he owns it a bit more. He is kinda like a puppy, a cute, excitable and emotional puppy who loves his friends, video games and lazy movie nights, kinda chubby, he loves baking and does it a lot with Tweek, he is also a huge nerd for Harry Potter and totally geek out over it with Kyle and Nichole sdhlksgdhl

Kenny: 

suggested by anon! 

#1

First up I guess I should put my high school AU Kenny. I know it’s controversial, but I imagine this Kenny to be more on the quiet side, but not really in a shy way. He’s just a bit of an observer who doesn’t speak unless he really sees fit, and while he still has his crude humor and is kinda rumored to be sleeping around a lot, he actually struggle with intimacy issues. He never imagined them to include sexual stuff, but turns out they do, and balancing being sexually open and curious and having these issues ain’t easy on the boy, let me tell you that. 

#2

This one is kinda heavily inspired by Luces, but I love him as kind and loyal, but also a bit more chatty and charming, but not for his own gain. He wants others to feel good about themselves, in social settings, his friends, during sexy times, he is selfless and good, but he is also living for the moment, he is a likable and wonderful guy, but he does still only REALLY open up emotionally to people he really trusts. Not traditionally attractive, but interesting looking in a way. Lots of freckles, bit of buck teeth with a big gap between his front teeth, messy kinda curly hair, long straight nose. Always wears baggy hoodies and worn out jeans, shrugs and gives that lopsided smile when people ask him about anything personal.

#3

Mysterious Kennyyyy. You think you know him, everyone does, but in reality, very few have seen the real him. He likes people, and he likes to help them, he’s always down to listen to people’s problems and help them, he wants to inspire kids like himself to never give up and think there’s only one path for them, because he knows there is not. Volunteers at the animal shelter with Stan, works part time at Tweek Bro’s and is good buddies with Tweek. Had a early sexual debut, slept around a bit and got his heart broken unexpectedly when he was a Freshman, so there are some walls there now, but he ain’t usually one to turn down someone who’s up for it and whom with he has good chemistry either. 

[nautiscarader]

Wendip Week day 4 - same age

(Ao3)

- This is going to be the most boring holidays ever.

Dipper Pines put down the bags he's been carrying on the wooden floor of their new room, wondering if the creaking he was hearing would be the herald of their doom. But even if, the effect was nullified at once when Mabel began jumping up and down on her new bed, doing somersaults in the air, laughing and cheering.

- Oh come on, dipdop. This place ain't so bad! Come on, let's see what things are in the gift shop. - Mabel, we *live* in a gift shop now. - Dipper grumbled - And I have a feeling our grunkle would be willing to sell us...

The twins walked down the stairs (Mabel two at the time), getting used to the bizarre décor of the Mystery Shack. The modern merchandise clashed with old pictures and clearly fake paraphernalia that wouldn't lure even the most gullible of tourists.

- Man, can you believe this, Mabel? Who would believe in such things? - Dipper asked into the void, leaning against the counter. - Oh, you;d be surprised.  

Dipper let out an embarrassingly high-pitched meep as someone jumped from behind the counter. The girl had long, red hair, wore a green plaid shirt, was missing one front tooth, but it somehow didn't detract from her beaming smile. It took Dipper a moment to realise he has been in Mabel's arms the whole time when she caught him, and stepped to the floor.

- Hi there! - the girl asked - You are Mr Pines' grand-kids, right? Oh man, maybe finally the borefest will end. - she kept talking, while she sat on the counter and dangled her feet, which Dipper now noticed were hidden in bizarrely huge boots. - Hi! I'm Mabel! - Wendy. Wendy Corduroy. - the girl reached her hand and fist-bumped Mabel, much to her delight. - Dipper! She knows the SECRET HANDSHAKE. - Heh, it's not very secret, isn't it? - Wendy looked at the chestnut-haired boy - And it's... Dipper?

She raised her brow, ogling him from head to toes.

- It's... it's a nickname. Anyway, - Dipper quickly changed the subject - You were talking about the, uh, clients? - Oh yeah. Lots of people fall for those. - Wait, how do you know? - Dipper inquired - Are you... working here? - Yup.

Wendy jumped to the floor and walked to the twins. She was fraction of an inch taller than them, though her oversized ushanka might have contributed to that effect.

- You are talking with Mystery's Shack best saleswoman! Mostly because I'm the only woman. - she added. - Wait, how come grunkle Stan let you? - Mabel tilted her head in confusion/ - "Grunkle"? - Wendy chuckled - What's that short for, "grumpy uncle"? - "Great uncle" actually. - Ah, makes sense. So, anyway, I asked him if I can work here to earn some cash, and he said yeah, and he was happy cos he thought he'd have to pay me only a half. So then I told him I might call the feds, and you'd have to see his face when he heard that.

Mabel and Dipper exchanged bewildered looks after the girl sputtered the entire history seemingly in one breath. Wendy looked around and lowered her voice.

- Between you and me, I think your grunkle has some serious skeletons in his closet. Or maybe the basement.

She jumped in place, and as she landed, the three heard a faint echo, just like when Dipper put down their bags.

- There must be one, but I can't find an entrance. Anyway, do you guys want to take a tour around the neighbourhood? And by "neighbourhood", I mean forest. - Sure! - Mabel exclaimed - Dipper, isn't she the coolest? - Uh, y-yeah. - Dipper spoke cautiously and followed the two.

Wendy grabbed something from the counter, and as they left the building, it became obvious what did she take.

- Woah, woah, woah. - Dipper ran forward - You're not gonna tell me you will drive this. - he pointed to the golf-cart parked in front of the Mystery Shack. - Oh, you can drive, too? Cool. - Wendy spoke nonchalantly and tossed him the keys. - No, that's not what I meant-

Dipper tried to argue, but the girls were already in the car, looking at him with mischievous looks. He sighed and passed the keys back to Wendy, who, with her big boots, were just tall enough to reach the pedals. While Mabel was singing some silly song, Dipper was saying his last prayer, but he quickly realised he might have underestimated Wendy's abilities.

The three drove into the forest, down the old, beaten paths, and the two city kids were suddenly engulfed by the untamed, serene nature that surrounded them. The sounds of birds chirping, leaves rustling and the distant roar of waterfalls created ambience they only heard in documentary films. And with the sudden rush of clean air came the oxygen shock, and Dipper couldn't stop himself from speaking his mind.

- Wow, Wendy, this is...

He looked to his left and saw the same girl, whose long hair now flowed with the air, while her face and her green eyes were partially obscured by the flickering shadows of the nearby trees. Words got stuck in his throat, and only one came out.

- ...beautiful. - Yeah, it's nice around here. - she answered nonchalantly. - It gets weird when the trolls come from the mountains.

Dipper blinked.

- I'm sorry, what? - Yeah, they are a pain in the behind, but they're not that bad, unless you know how to handle them. And then there are the unicorns, those are jerks, but again, they stay in their glades. Man-bats can be weird, they get rebooted every season anyway, so as far as monster go, they are not that bad, and then there's-

Suddenly, Dipper gripped Wendy's shoulders and turned her towards him, the sheer horror on his face.

- THERE ARE MONSTERS HERE?! - Woah, Dipper, don't do that, or I'll ran into- - A TREE!

Mabel screamed and Wendy slammed the brake pedal, just as they were about to crash into a mighty tree. But only thanks to her reflexes, the car stopped, making only the tiniest contact with the tree that arose in front of them.

- Oh, geez, oh geez, Wendy, I'm so sorry, are you-are you okay? Mabel? What about you?

But neither of the girls reacted to Dipper's questions, staring at the obstacle they nearly ran into. And when Dipper followed their sight, he realised why. There was now a hole in the tree. Not a round one, not one caused by any of the parts of the golf-cart, but a rectangular, precisely cut one, and the door it was hidden behind hang onto the only remain hinge.

- Woah, guys, we found a treasure!

Wendy eagerly jumped out of the cart and crawled onto the mask, her hand already diving into the hidden compartment.

- We-Wendy, be careful there might be some rabid animal there-

Dipper alerted Wendy, who, from the looks on her face, already found something inside.

- Guys, there's some mechanism here!

The red-head eagerly pushed the button inside, and Dipper once more let out a faint meep when he felt that ground underneath him began moving, uncovering another obscured hole, this time underneath thick, metal sliding door. Mabel and Wendy rushed to the spot, but this time, they let out disappointing sighs.

- Eh? A book? Come on, I expected a treasure chest!

But this time Dipper reached for the old, brown-red book as quickly as Wendy jumped up the tree before. The corners were encased in golden metal that once probably shone brightly, but years have made that shine obscured underneath the thick layer of dust. The center of the book's cover was an outline of six-fingered hand as well as number "3", and there was a magnifying glass attached to it on a string.

With trembling hands, Dipper opened it, worrying the book might crumble to dust, but to his surprise and amazement, the book was in almost immaculate state, sans the yellowish tint the once-white pages have acquired.

As he shuffled through the pages, Wendy and Mabel leaned over his shoulders, and with each new hand-made drawings, their curiosity deepened, though only one of the three knew what Dipper might be holding in his hands.

- Holy smokes, guys! - Wendy exclaimed - I think this is some sort of guide to all the monsters and weirdness that happens around here. - she nudged Dipper in his arm - Dude, if you didn't distract me, we would have never found this. - Y-Yeah. - Dipper replied with a equally ecstatic smile - And-and it looks like some pages are written in a code, look!

He opened the book and pointed to a series of mysterious signs that looked random, but upon further inspection were clearly written with some thought in mind.

- Guys, this might be something really big! - Dipper cheered - I thought we might get bored to death here, but-

Suddenly, Dipper remembered why he nearly made Wendy crash their cart.

- Wait, Wendy, did you mention "monsters"? - Oh yeah, the woods are chock full of them. - Wendy shrugged - Like manotaurs, giant ducks, and... - CORDUROY!

The three turned their head around as a new voice reached them. Dipper nearly dropped the mysterious book when a creature from the very same drawing he was looking at materialised itself in front of them, together with dozens of its spike-hatted brethren.

- ...gnomes. - Wendy spoke in disgust and spat - What do you want, you jerks? - We told you not to come here - one of the gnomes spoke - Not after your father tore down our forest. - Ugh. - Wendy rolled her eyes - He is a lumberjack, what else was he supposed to do? - We-Wendy, maybe we should-

Dipper's concern became real when the small, inoffensive-looking gnomes suddenly gathered around, and from the mass of colourful hats, a new, humongous gnome arose, comprised of the whole pack that just a moment ago looked comical.

- Er, okay, guys, it's time to scram.

Wendy didn't have to say it twice to the twins. The three jumped into the cart and Wendy slammed her foot onto the gas, driving them back towards the Shack. Mabel and Dipper watched as the monstrous mega-gnome was left behind, and for a moment, they thought they might have escaped its wrath. But a moment later, a deafening roar shook the forest and the colossal gnome appeared from behind the trees, running after them much faster than they anticipated.

- We-Wendy! It's-it's getting closer! - Check the book! - What? - Check the book, maybe there's something in it!

Dipper and Mabel quickly opened the mysterious journal back onto the page that described the gnomes. Dipper frantically looked through the hand-written descriptions, hearing the ominous, thundering footsteps behind him.

- Er... Er... We-wendy, there's nothing about their weaknesses! - Well, we'll have to improvise. - Wendy spoke - Hold on, guys! - Ah, my hat!

Dipper reached to grab his brown hat that flew with the wind and as it collided with the mouth of the gnome it was torn into pieces.

She made a sharp turn, and the next moment the twins found that for the second time this day their cart was on a collision course, this time with something much bigger.

- We-Wendy! The water tower! - Mabel screamed, but the red-hair was already steeping out of the cart as it slowed down.  

Something metallic shone onto her belt, and with a quick "Be right back", Wendy disappeared.

- Oh, great, she left us! - Dipper panicked, but Mabel pointed up. Dipper followed her, perhaps just to avert his eyes from the oncoming death.

With an axe in her hand, Wendy was climbing up the water tower, as as the gigantic gnome was about to squish Dipper and Mabel, she struck the old cistern, and jumped to the nearby tree, as the pressure did the rest. A stream of water hit the gnome in the face, and it began disintegrating, as if it was made from sugar, revealing each and every single little gnome that were part of it.

Like cats treated with a sprinkler, the might enemy dispersed, cursing Corduroy's name as they came back into the woods. With the same grace, Wendy jumped to the ground, welcomed by Dipper's and Mabel's overjoyed cheering.

- Wendy, that was the coolest... - ...most irresponsible, but definitely coolest... - ...think we've ever seen! - Wow, Your mom must be so proud of you! - Mabel exclaimed. - Yeah... I suppose she would be. - Wendy looked away for a moment - You gotta learn how to deal with these guys. Maybe I can help you complete this book, eh?

For a moment, Dipper didn't realise Wendy was addressing him. Though the water around them made the air chilly, he felt hot when his eyes locked with hers, and only Mabel's hand breaking that contact brought him down to earth.

- Oh, oh yeah! Sure!

Wendy raised her brow, and only after a while she realised that was missing from Dipper's usual look.

- Dipper, your hat's gone. - Oh, oh yeah, but it's not a big deal, Grunkle Stan has tons of caps in the Shack, I'm sure he will-

But before he could end the sentence, Wendy plucked her oversized hat onto his head. And as she ruffled his hair, she suddenly noticed something peculiar on his forehead.

- Woah, what's that? A birthmark? - Y-Yeah - Dipper blushed - It kinds looks like... - A big dipper! - Wendy exclaimed - Wow, that's so cool! Now I get why people call you that.

Once more, Dipper found himself speechless, looking at the stunning, brave girl, whose red hair were now illuminated by rainbows from the last streams of water leaking from the water tower. And before he knew it, they were back at the Shack, saying goodbye, as the sun was setting down, and their new friend had to go home.

- Oh, by the way... - Wendy's cheeks turned crimson - You are not the only one with a weird name. My middle one's Blerble.

She stuck her tongue out and waved the twins goodbye, before she ran into the forest, following a path only she knew.

Dipper let out a sigh and was about to walk into the shack, when he collided with his sister, and was met face-to-face with the widest of snarky grins he has ever seen.

- What? - Someone's in lo-ove! - Mabel sang - Come on, Mabel. - Dipper rolled his eyes. - It's not like that. - Oh yeah, mister "It's not like that" - she mocked him - You couldn't take your eyes from her! We drove past like a dozen of weird things and you didn;t even flinch, you were ogling her soooo much!

Dipper walked faster, trying to escape Mabel's taunts.

- Mabel, Wendy is just our friend, we just met her! And yeah, she is cool, and can climb trees, and knows all about the wildlife, and she saved our lives, and she wants to help work on the... the book with me...

Dipper Pines stopped in the middle of the Mystery Shack, and uttered a single "Oh no", just as Mabel erupted into laughter.

[tricornonthecob]

hey sorry. Yeah I know I said I was going to work on work and also the fancomic. Yeah this idea wasn't going to let me go.

NSFW version on DA because I ended up liking the clothed version so much.

[har-rison-s]

heaven: 16

nothing lasts forever

request/plot: Stan x Reader where they were together back in Derry and kind of forgot about each other after moving away but they always had a void in their lives. And then when Stan is just about to do it after Mikes call his phone rings and it’s you and you’re crying after just getting off the phone with Mike to come to Derry. You both end up going back and seeing each other at the restaurant and you guys just catch up after all these years that passed and old feelings come back.

A/N: Hi! Part sixteen already. Whew, last one was quite long, wasn’t it? It’s one of my best works ever, I think. Has me feeling so many emotions, and quite strongly, idk. Welp, here goes one of the last chapters. I still haven’t decided how many more chapters there will be, but I just know this Heaven is nearing its end. I hope you all like how this turns out. I’m still a bit conflicted between a few characters and plot points of the ending, like I have a few versions of the ending in mind, and I wanna execute all and none of them at the same time. If I decide on this one ending that’s the most strong out of all of them, I hope y’all won’t kill me. I just finished rewatching the 1990 mini-series. Damn, that’s messy. The dialogues, the special effects… Don’t even get me started on the acting. Anyways, happy quarantine reading! Love you lots <3

warnings: long as always hahahah, wounds, blood, food, nothing else

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“Could we have six menus and a first-aid kit?” Richie Tozier asks the young waitress who has approached their miserable-looking table. Her eyebrows raise and she scans the eight adults to see why they would need a first aid kit—not that it’s any of her business—and she screams, coming across Eddie’s bleeding side. The Losers flinch at the high pitch of her scream.

“You need to get to the hospital!” She says, tears streaming down her face. Now this one’s quite emotional for six o’clock in the morning, the Losers think in unison and exchange looks between themselves, finding it imposible to say any words at the current moment. 

“I promise, he’s fine.” Richie tells the girl, looking at her through his thick glasses.

“It’s just a scratch.” Eddie says non-chalantly, and the waitress thinks to herself that these really are a bunch of crazy people, as she presumed when they walked inside the diner. “Besides, I’m a doctor. Could you please bring the menus and a.... uh, a first-aid kit?” He squints and tries his best at a smile at the crying waitress. 

She gathers herself, wipes her tears and smiles as wide as up to her ears. “Right away.” She says in a squeaky voice and leaves their table. The Losers exchange looks between themselves once again, overwhelmed by the events of the night and by the heavily emotional waitress that they have to deal with. They huddle closer together to one another in their red-and-white leather seated booth. 

The place smells of freshly cooked food, coffee and cigarettes. Oh, they’ll all definitely have coffee. A mood and energy booster, that’s for sure, that’s what they need. Though none of them are sure they even have such a thing as a ‘mood’, or ever will. This morning they’re certainly not in any kind of mood. To be completely honest, the Losers feel quite hollow. They feel completed, and they feel a lot of love and pride, but they feel empty inside, as if there’s a hole in their chests and it keeps getting more hollow. 

Stanley’s head rests on Y/N’s shoulder, his hair fallen against her delicate neck. She runs her fingers slowly through his semi-dry curls. Only the roots have dried, and slowly the draught moves further through his jet black strands, taking its time. Stanley places his hand over Y/N’s in his lap, their fingers intertwining seconds after. She lays a kiss on his forehead, and he closes his eyes. You can be at peace.

Y/N looks onto Eddie and Richie, both anxiously waiting for that requested first-aid kit. But they look more peaceful than ever before and Y/N thinks, they all must look that way. Richie’s arm has fallen with natural force around Eddie’s shoulders, and Eddie holds that slack hand in his own, creating a lock of security around himself. Richie’s other hand is drumming against the marbled surface of the table, and he looks at Bev and Ben across the table.

They’re talking to themselves abotu something so quietly that no one can hear them. Their foreheads are pressed together and they’re playing with each other’s hands softly, playfully. Bev’s crimson locks touch Ben’s cheek ever so softly and he closes his eyes. January embers. He opens his eyes again and looks strongly into Bev’s. My heart burns there, too.

Bill tries not to watch them too strikingly. But it’s hard, his first supposed crush and love sitting at the other end of the table with his best friend, completely in their own world, completely in love. It’s hard for his heart, to be precise. His mind knows better. You know better, Bill, you have a wife that you love and, now that you think of it, looks a lot like Bev here. And Beverly’s happy. So are the rest of your friends. You’ll go home and you’ll be happy, too. Back home with Audra, her movies, your novels and their shitty endings. 

Maybe I don’t want to go home, he finds himself thinking. And he’s a bit surprised by that thought. Hmm. What does that mean? Maybe I could live in Derry, spend the rest of my days here, watching as the town, hopefully, evolves, changes. Maybe he can live with Mike now. Bill looks over at his friend. Mike’s smiling, smiling for his friends and his own self, but he’s not looking at them. Mike is probably gonna stay, isn’t he? So what’s so bad about me staying here, and with him? 

Actually Bill doesn’t even wanna think about going back what’s been, for the last thirteen years, considered home. The thought of it makes him sick, for some reason. Maybe he’s not yet ready to think about it all, think about the possibility of going back to England and telling Audra they’re moving to Derry. Yeah, she is not gonna like it at all. And he’s not gonna like that she won’t like it. The thought of it makes him sick, as already said. 

“Here are your menus and the kit.” The waitress has returned, and she doesn’t look shabby anymore. She lays out the menus on the table with her delicate, seemingly teenage hands, and puts the first-aid kit on the table in front of Eddie. 

“Thanks so much.” Eddie speaks his thanks the loudest, and the young girl leaves again. Eddie immediately opens the red box and searches for disinfectant and bandages. He finds a bottle of Equate antiseptic and hands it to Richie, continuing his search for cotton gauze and pads, assuming he won’t find plasters as big as he needs in here. 

Richie unscrews the antiseptic and lifts up Eddie’s shirt. Jeez Louise, it’s a bloodbath. Eddie’s started to bleed onto the seat. Y/N sees their desperate situation and hands the box of tissues on the windowsill to Richie. But Richie gives them to Mike, so he can help clean the wound while Richie cleans it with wipes Eddie’s found in the box. 

“You’re losing a shit ton of blood, dude, you feeling okay?” Richie asks Eddie, carefully cleaning the scrape in his side. Eddie winces here and there, and even draws back when it really stings. 

“I’m fine.” Eddie replies in that same non-chalant voice he’s used for the past half hour. “It’s not that much, anyway.” Richie shakes his head at that statement. They’re almost done with cleaning the skin and wound. The blood still flows, though. 

“We’re going to the hospital later.” Richie states in a soft, commanding voice. Eddie doesn’t really pay mind to Richie’s words, having trouble connecting to thoughts about the next five minutes. He’s gathered some bandages from all that he could find in the kit. Then Eddie looks down at his left side and groans.

“Looks like something took a bite out of me.” He states, looking at the obvious strike in his skin and a bit further than that. There’s other layers visible already, a darker red than his skin. Muscle, that is, and he can see some blood vessels too. Oh, dear God, he’s going to faint. The blood flow is not stopping. 

“Be thankful it didn’t.” Richie reminds him. Eddie takes some medical wool and gives it to Richie. He puts it, as softly as he can, directly into the wound after it’s disinfected, to hopefully stop the blood drip for at least a while. Eddie winces, and his face scrunches so much he feels tears squirting out at the corners of his eyes. That is not a nice feeling at all. 

Mike presses his hand on the wool to keep it there while Richie gets bandages from Eddie. He puts the biggest plasters at the top and bottom of the wound, securing the wool, and Mike lets go. Then Eddie adds more wool, puts tissues and bandages over it, and Richie helps him secure it all with gauze. Quite messy, but for the time until they’re in the hospital, this will have to last. Richie cleans up the blood around their make-shift work place and puts Eddie’s shirt back down. They throw the tissues in a trash can under their table—wow, they have that kind of thing here?—and lean against the sofa, both tired, more tired than before.

“No staph infections in our lifetime.” Richie states between yawns. The ones who were there, in the back alley where the two holy words were spoken first, laugh. But Mike and Bev only share looks of confusion. Richie lays a kiss atop of Eddie’s head and embraces him back in his arms. Now they have time to look at what the menu’s offering.

Y/N opens the menu in front of her and Stanley so they can both read it at once. Stanley sighs. “I don’t have my glasses.” He mewls. The words printed on the laminated paper are blurry to him, and he realises his obstacles are either back at the  hotel or lost in the over-flown sewers or the underground lair. He blinks his eyes twice, but he still can’t read anything except for Derry Diner Menu, which are much larger and in bold. 

Y/N tilts her head to rest on his. “Breakfast. Pancakes - ones with caramel, ones with chocolate, ones with bacon and cheese, ones with berries and fruit, ones with ice cream…” She reads out loud. “Country breakfast - ham, eggs, fries, baked beans. Eggs Benedict, Lobster Benedict, Irish Benedict, Eggs Florentine, waffles, steak & eggs.” She sighs. “Anything strike your fancy?”

Stanley shrugs. “Keep reading.” He says, and feels his eyelids and chest heavy. Her voice is so sweet and soothing. Y/N nods.

“Breakfast burrito, mac and cheese, mac and cheese with lobster,” she widens her eyes, “chili, chicken pot pie… turkey, roast beef sandwhiches… sea food, side orders…” she flips through the menu, which requires to move the arm that’s around Stanley. And she finds that his body is limp against hers. She worriedly looks down. 

His breath passes through his slightly parted lips, his eyes are closed and his face is completely relaxed. He’s asleep. Y/N almost laughs into his face, but she turns away and suppresses her giggles. Her friends look at her. “He’s fallen asleep.” She tells them in a whisper, pointing down at Stanley. They nod and most of them smile. No wonder. They feel like doing the same, and they’re actually on the verge, if they weren’t concentrating on reading the menu and hoping for coffee soon. 

Y/N stops her giggling fit and looks down at the menu again. What do I want, what do I want… “What are you guys gonna order?” She asks her friends. 

“Probably pancakes.” Comes from Bev, who’s decided for both her and Ben.

“Us too.” Mike informs. “Bacon?” He asks.

“Berries.” Ben responds. 

“We’re gonna get that country breakfast or whatever.” Richie says. “To get proper fat, you know, grow into Eddie’s mom.” He explains further and everyone giggles, even Eddie himself. 

Y/N hums. “I’ve got no idea. I want everything, but it just won’t fit.” She states and Bill chuckles. “I know what to order for Stanley, but myself…”

“Take the same and stop working your brain.” Mike suggests. Y/N looks at him.

“It’s worked enough for the past hours.” Bill supports his argument. Her eyes shift to Bill, and then she looks down at the menu again, a smile on her face now. 

“I guess it’s just that easy now.” She admits and closes the menu, putting it on the table instead. Making decisions really is that easy now. She leans back into the seat, Stanley’s body moving with hers. He gets more comfortable while sleeping, his face nuzzling into her neck, tickling her a bit, and his arms going around her, securing themselves together at her waist. Y/N smiles and hugs him back, resting her cheek on his curls. She closes her eyes. 

“What will you have?” Bill asks her and she opens an eye to look at him, her own eyelids feeling sort of heavy now. “Before you join him.” He whispers, smiling. She smiles back.

“Love you, Bill.” She tells him sincerely. “Eggs Benedict for us both.” She says and Bill nods. “And coffee, too. Both black, but two sugars in Stanley’s.” She’s surprised herself that she still knows how he likes his coffee, or which breakfast option he’d always choose. It’s like it’s basic knowledge now, something that’s imprinted in her mind and feels like it’s been that way since she can remember. She closes her eyes again and lets her exhaustion take over. She wants to rest, just for a little bit, just lay with Stanley for a while.

She did join him in sleeping for a while. Bill wakes her up when the food and coffees have arrive, starting to tickle her, Ben doing the same to Stanley. The two adults jolt awake, eyes wide and confused, and make their friends laugh. 

“Morning, sleepyheads.” Richie nods to them with a smile. Stanley nods right back and Y/N and he both right themselves, sitting up straight. Y/N moves her hair behind her ear and Stanley flattens his shirt. They look down at the fresh food in front of them, though their vision and look on their environement is still hazy from the good-as-hell nap they just woke up from. 

“Bone, apple, tit, was it?” Richie suggests as a toast for the Losers’ diner breakfast. Everyone laughs once more, but they clink their coffee cups together, repeating Richie’s ridiculous words and they laugh again, harder this time. Languages have never been Richie’s strongest side. 

They all drink coffee in unison and regain some amount energy at that, then delve into their steaming breakfast which fill their noses up to the maximum with utterly irresistible aromas. Richie, like the beast he is, devours half of his plate in the first few minutes while everyone else devours their food bit by bit. But everyone is so endorsed in eating that they don’t pay mind to their friends, for the time they’re eating they even forget they’re with their friends, lest someone else entirely. Food is very good right now. Heavenly, if you might.

When they’re done, they all slump into their seats, letting out groans of content and holding their bellies. “For a diner, that was really good.” Bill says. Y/N laughs. Bill, Eddie, Stanley, Ben—cross that, all of them, except herself and Mike, have grown used to dining at fancy restaurants where it costs to even reserve a table, grown used to making great mega-dishes at home for themselves. They’ve grown used to business events with crazy dinners and a wide range of appetisers. Champagne, wine, whiskey of the highest classes. So this is entirely out of their usual menu, and Bill is, of course, taking it like a snob. Hence Y/N laughed. 

She and Mike have not lived the life their friends have. Not that it’s bad lives they’ve been living upto this point, just different, way different from most of the Losers Club. Y/N hasn’t become a famous writer, architect or fashion designer, neither has Mike. So for one, their daily routine differs, and two, their eating habits differ from their friends’. Diner food may be the lowest of them all, considered so by the highest class of society, but Y/N can safely admit that she likes diner food and doesn’t mind having it once in a while. And what can Mike have in this shithole town, anyway, other than make-believe restaurant meals, takeout and diners? Neither of them mind eating here now or any other time. 

“I want more.” Y/N manages to croak out, and everyone laughs. “Anyone up for a sundae split?”

“Ugh, we’re really gonna get fat.” Eddie sighs. 

“Haystack’s gonna have a come-back!” Richie announces and changes his face into an excited expression. But he still makes his friends laugh, including Ben himself. His laughter rumbles deep and low like a bear’s roar.

“I’ll have a sundae split with you, Y/N/N.” Beverly says, then. Y/N smiles at her. 

“Anyone up for a Diet Coke and salad?” Mike asks now, and they all laugh again. Richie joins the girls for a sundae split, and the rest agree with Mike’s offer. 

“Wait, wasn’t Y/N working in a diner for a while? In, like, high school?” Eddie asks now, as they wait for the waitress, and he looks at Y/N. She looks at him, tired and full from the eggs, but nods. 

“I was.” She confirms. “Not this one, though, the one in the center of town.” She leans towards the table to sit proper and rests her elbows on the surface. She crosses her arms and puts her chin on top of them. “After Bowers and Cockstetter were… out of the picture, I had the freedom to work in the skirt the diner required me to.” She recalls. Those boys were always onto her and Beverly, while they were still alive, which made it hard for them to ever wear something remotely feminine. They always got some sort of cat-calls, and groping was the worst of what would come from them. “Jesus…” 

“What scumbags they were.” Beverly joins in, also leaning against the table. She moves her hair out of her face, and looks to Y/N, but Ben’s worried gaze catches her eye instead. She turns to him. He only reaches for her hand with his own. I’m here now. 

“You working in a diner was the best thing, Y/N.” Richie says, putting emphasis on ‘best’. She looks at him now and smiles, remembering how stoked they all were for free food and the food that she actually made. Mostly deserts. Stanley’s arm makes its way around her waist. She leans closer to him. “I mean, the birthday parties there were amazing. Nothing could top them.”

“Wow, Rich, even college and work parties?” Mike asks, and they both chuckle.

“You bet your fur, Mikey,” Richie says, patting his friend’s shoulder. He looks reminiscent for a second, his head hangs down, and then he tries to put it into words, “you know, I think—I think because childhood, and teenage years, were the best part of my life. I mean, I’m forty now, so I’m old enough to say shit like that, you know, but… It’s true. I know that I thought it then and I know it now—those were the best parties of my life.” He admits and looks around at his friends. “Because—because I was still young, and because it was the best childhood, I think, any kid could wish for. Even counting in all the shame, the fear, and IT. And because I was with you guys.” 

A silence falls upon the Losers Club. But they smile at Richie, and at each other, realising that’s true. Those were the best years of their lives, and actually, taking the horrible parts, the best childhood any child could wish for. The best friends anyone could wish for to spend that childhood and those confusing, difficult teenage years with. Without each other, they wouldn’t be the same, and they wouldn’t be as strong and as full of love and, perhaps, belief. 

“You know…” Stanley starts to say, they look at him, “nothing lasts forever.” He states, shaking his head with a dreamy look in his eyes. Nothing does seem to last forever, that is true. But he has a feeling of differing in opinion with his own statement. Nothing lasts forever—the monster they thought had lived under Derry forever, eaten its kids and other residents, cast a spell on the adults and the whole air of Derry, is now dead. So that doesn’t last forever. The promise they made—it is fulfilled now, meaning it won’t last forever, either. It lasted as long as needed to unite them all again. But this… what they have…

“Except for friendship.” Y/N says, looking at him. “And love.” Yes, friendship and love. Those will last forever. The love they have for each other will outlive all their future deaths, all their future kids’ deaths, and their kids’ deaths. This love, and this bond, it will last forever. It will always be somewhere in the predicted long life of the Earth and humanity. It will fly with the wind, blossom in flowers and rosy cheeks, it will swim with the ocean and breathe with the air. Always.

“And love.” Eddie says it with Y/N in unison. They smile at each other. Love. What a wonderful thing. It might as well be a living creature, like fear was. Only much stronger.

“Desire.” Ben suggests. Beverly closes her eyes and leans her head on his shoulder. I know, Ben. But we’re here now. All the desire pent up in teenage and adult years seems much lighter now. For Beverly, Ben and for Richie and Eddie, too. And for Stanley and Y/N. All their desire towards each other has finally been released, even if the door to it is only open in a narrow slit now. Desire might as well live in all eight of them, desire for each other, desire to meet each other again, desire to have that unbreakable friendship again. Desire for that lived in their hearts all these empty years, it was unknown and mysterious, a feeling they could not guess. Now it’s known, and out in the open, nothing to hide from each other. Or anyone else, for that matter. They’re proud.

The Losers Club fall silent, but comfortably so. They’re finally in a comfortable state with themselves and each other, and with the world around them. Strange, vile and ignorant as it may be, the world is truly amazing, though, and much bigger than they all thought. Brought them together that one summer, made a bond that will last forever. They’ve got a lot to thank it for. But they’ve also got every reason to kick the world in the butt and other places. 

For now, they’ll let it slide. For now, they’re only focused on being in the diner, getting desert and then showering. Most importantly, for now, they’ve got each other, safe and healthy, and that’s all they need. That will do. 

“Anything else you’d like to order?”

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The Game- 2

College!Sebastian x Bi!reader

Warnings: (+18) language, unprotected sex, virginity loss and angst

A/N: one more part babes 

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It was 8:13, I stood outside in the nights breeze and I look around once more for him. I see a black mustang speeding to the dorm building, it pulls in the parking lot. 

‘I hope that's not Sebastian, I pray to God that's not him.’ 

The mustang pulls up in front of me, the window rolls down revealing Sebastian. I bend down to see him clearly, he looks at my outfit for a second. 

“Hop in, doll face.” He says, I open the car door and sit. I strap myself in and Sebastian starts to pull away from the building. “Still wearing the uniform, doll.” I look down at the uniform, it was a white button up with a navy blue skirt and black knee high socks. 

“Why should I dress up? It’s just a drive, right?” I say with a sarcastic tone, Sebastian clicks his tongue. 

“Its not just a drive, its a drive to the riverside.” Sebastian says reaching for the radio, he plays “Walk this way” by Aerosmith. He taps his fingers to the beat on the wheel and hums. I stare out the car window and drown in my thoughts. 

‘He has the same music taste as I do, what the hell.’ 

“Your friend seemed pretty upset today, what happened?” Sebastian askes turning the music down. 

‘He’s talking about Gabby, shit.’

“We argued and we’re not talking at the moment. I really don't want to talk about it, Sebastian.” I say looking at him, my eyes rake over his leather jacket and fluffy hair. 

“Okay, then.” 

*****

Seb’s pov 

I got a closer look at her, she’s actually not that bad looking and she doesn't talk a lot. Which I like, I don't like a blabbermouth. I see her bob her head to the song, I roll the windows down and she smiles at me. 

“You have good music taste.” She admits, I look at her. Y/n’s hair is flowing with the wind, her eyes sparkle with the moonlights reflection and her smile brightens my darkness. 

‘Holy fuck, she’s beautiful.’ I snap out of my thoughts, and look the road again. 

“Thanks, you don't look like the girl who likes rock.” I say as I pull into a empty dark parking lot with a view with the moon. 

“Woah, its beautiful.” She says as she glares at the moons reflection on the river, I felt a desire to kiss her. I’ve been so blind to what beauty really is, its her. 

‘Why am I just noticing this?’ 

“Thank you, Sebastian. This is nice, I haven't been out in a long time like this.” She says with a tiny sense of sadness in her voice.

‘This is a dare, Sebastian. Don't fall for her.’ My head says, but my heart wants to know more. 

“Why is that?” I ask, she moves her legs in my direction. 

“I haven't been in a relationship since senior year, and you’re are a lot better than I thought.” Of course she thought I was a jackass, I am. 

*****

Readers pov

The drive was a lot better than I thought it would be, I thought it would be blaring music and him only talking about himself. It was the opposite, it was like he interested in me. 

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy.” Sebastian turned the music volume a little louder to fill the silence. I looked at his arm that was resting beside me, I place mine next to it. I turn my head to the right looking at the flowing trees. I feel fingers intertwine with mine and I look at my hand. My hearts thumps rapidly, I hold his hand and I rub my circles on his. The contact felt right, it made my head dizzy. 

“Y/n.” I look Sebastian and he leans in closer to my face and I do the same. We kiss, the kiss was amazing. His soft pink lips touching mine was a blessing, our hands were still together. I pulled away, his hand that was holding mine trailed up my thigh and my panties dampen. 

“I want you, Y/n. Please.” The desperation in his tone and eyes made me want him even more. I gave in, I needed him. 

“I’m right here.” He takes his seatbelt off and reaches to kiss me even more. He kissed my exposed neck and jaw, he ripped my shirt open. 

Minutes later we’re in the back of his car making out, he’s on top of my nude body. His tongue explores my mouth, I trail my hands down to his ass. His naked body is beautiful with the moonshine shining on him, I trail my hands back to his hair. I thought he was the worst and right now, he might the one and only to make me feel this way. He sucks down on my breasts, I moan.

“Sebastian, please, I need you.” I plead, he pulls away from me with swollen plump lips. 

“Alright, doll face.” He positions himself between my thighs and strokes his cock.

“Before that, lets make you cum.” His hands reach my clit and he rubs it fast as he strokes his glorious cock. He plunged his fingers in me and I was done for. The sight above me was heavenly, his hair was a mess, his moans were sweet. I feel my orgasm approaching, I scrunch my face up and hold back a loud moan unsuccessfully. I came, and Sebastian rode it out for me. He licks the juices off his fingers. 

“That's my girl.” He leans down to kiss you, the taste of myself was still on his lips. 

“Still want this, doll?” I nod, his cock is so big it might not fit in me. 

“This is going to hurt, doll. Tell me to stop anytime, I wont get mad.” I nod, he kisses my forehead before he slides in. The pain was there, I held his biceps tightly. He groaned, I clenched around him.

“Fuck, doll face. So fucking tight.” He kept pushing until he was fully in me, he stood still as he filled me. 

“Move.” I said quietly, I had no plan on lasting very long and neither did he. He slid in and out of me fast, he played with my boobs as he fucked me. He leaned down to whisper praises in my ear. 

So good

You’re so beautiful 

So fucking perfect, doll face

The praises in my ear made me closer to my second orgasm, I pulled him closer to my body and held him tight. 

“Oh, Seb. Fuck.” I scream, the windows around us are fogged up and I feel my cunt start clench around him. His cock twitches and moans one more time. 

“I’m cumming, Y/n. Fuck.” His cum painted my walls and the feeling of it was so erotic, I loved it. He pulled out after he was done cumming inside me.

“Come home with me, tonight.” He said laying on top of me, I smiled.

“Of course.”

*****

It was maybe 3 am?  

‘I should probably find the time, I have class tomorrow.’ 

He was cuddling me from behind as we watched Tom & Jerry. He was fast asleep behind me. I watched the screen, the thoughts of being late to class flooded my mind. I look for my phone, and I see Sebastian’s phone. It was beside me on the table, I reached for it and saw the time. 

1: 28 am

Did you pick her up yet?

I cant believe you actually took her on a date for as a dare dude, total baller Seb

I couldn't believe my eyes, I trusted him and he lied. I take his arm gently off me and leave his dorm. I fell crying and telling myself to never trust Sebastian Stan ever again. 

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Above, Beneath, Betwixt, Between

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To: stanelyuris@outlook.com

From: trashmouthtozier@gmail.com

Dear Stan The Reanimating Man,

Howzzit. My name is Richard Wentworth Tozier The First, and I’m being haunted.

Well, haunted is a strong word. There’s a guy that lives in (deads in?) my house who insists he died in the 1940s. I can’t touch him, and he walks through my walls when I’m in the shower and last night he burnt all my food when he floated through the table. Burnt broccoli is no laughing matter, Stanley. So I’m inclined to believe him.

Now, your website has confused me somewhat. Are you a wizard? Do you use a wand? Or are you some sort of reverse exorcist? It says that you’re a ‘corporeal reanimator’ but that just makes me think of Victor Frankenstein and we all know how that went down. I’m getting distracted.

I need your help.

Can you come and visit me and Eds? Eds is the ghost, the dead dude, the broccoli burner etc etc. I’ll tell him about you. I’ll pay for your transport, of course.

I’ve attached my contact details, so please do ring me or reply to this email ASA fuckin’ P.

Anxiously awaiting your response,

Richie

Stan sat back in his comfy office chair and sighed.

A wizard.

Stanley Uris was many things, but a wizard he was not. He was perfectly clear on the website, and had provided a lengthy FAQ that went to great lengths to explain what corporeal reanimation was, and why it should not be confused with magic, witchcraft or necromancy. He was not a necromancer. He was a scientist. A man of rationality, of logic and mathematical precision, and he just so happened to be able to reanimate the dead.

He tapped out a short reply, and hit send, and before opening google to check flight times to Scotland.

To: trashmouthtozier@gmail.com

From: stanelyuris@outlook.com

Dear Richard Tozier,

I’m not a wizard. Please click here to re-read my FAQs. I am a corporeal reanimator. I can manipulate energy, I don’t have a wand, and I don’t know any spells.

I have booked a flight to Scotland that lands next Wednesday at 21:00 (9pm). You can pick me up from Edinburgh International Airport. I’ll be staying with you. I am a vegetarian.

Dr. Stan Uris.

– X –

When Richie had shown Eddie the reply from Stan Uris, he’d expected Eddie to be elated. He hadn’t expected Eddie to immediately disappear through the floorboards.

“Eds! You know I hate it when you do that,” Richie yelled, charging down the stairs into the kitchen where Eddie was pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind his back.

“We don’t know anything about this man, Richie. We don’t know who he is or what his motivations are or what he might …”

“What he might what?”

“What he might do to me,” Eddie finished in a whisper, staring at Richie with eyes as wide as dinner plates.

Richie opened and closed his mouth, failing to find the right words, the words that would reassure Eddie that he wouldn’t let anything happen to him, that he wouldn’t let a wizard zap him into the great beyond without their consent, that he’d fight tooth and nail to keep Eddie right there, with him, in their little house on the moors.

Because that’s what it was, really. Their house. The walking through the walls, the singing jaunty songs at three in the morning when he was trying to sleep, ad the way the ceiling lights would flicker violently when Eddie descended through the floorboards, maybe Richie had grown used to it. Maybe he’d laugh until his stomach hurt when Eddie pretended to get stuck half way through a wall, waving his limbs pitifully. Maybe his heart would beat erratically when he’d slip the oven mitts onto Eddie’s hands and make a show of pulling him out of the wall, and maybe his breath would catch in his throat when Eddie faux-swooned, batting his eyelashes and simpering, “my hero, Rich,” before laughing, high and bright and infectious. Maybe, in the dead of night,  Richie would watch Eddie from his bedroom window as he walked around the moors, as he shone in the dark like a star. A mass of burning rock that Richie had grown … used to. Maybe.

He’d never say as much, though.

“Rich?”

Richie blinked.

Eddie was still waiting for a response.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” Richie said, “I won’t. I won’t let him take you away”

“Do you promise?” Eddie replied, mousey-small and honeyvoiced.

“I promise, Eds. So long as there’s breath in my lungs and blood in my veins I won’t let him take you away from me”

– X –

Stan’s plane was late. Richie had been waiting in the arrivals lounge of Edinburgh International Airport for over an hour now. Mike was waiting in his truck, Mr. Chips curled up on the passenger seat, BBC Radio 4 filtering out of the speaker, a picture of perfect calm. Richie was not calm, having convinced himself thirty minutes ago that sending a stranger several hundreds of pounds over PayPal under the guise of transporting them over an ocean to help him with his ghost problem was reckless at best and downright idiotic as worst.

Fifteen more minutes pass, and Richie was seconds away from turning around and giving up when a man with a mass of curly hair and large, thin rimmed glasses appeared in front of him.

“Richard?”

“Holy shit you came”

The man smiled, a sly quirk of the lips.

“I did. Are you ready to go?”

Richie grinned, “Fuck yeah, now, lemme tell you about my Eds --”

– X –

The drive from Edinburgh to Skye was long, over five hours, but Richie found himself silent for most of it. Banished to the back seat of Mike’s truck at the first rest-stop after Stan complained of feeling car sick, his many attempts to join in the animated conversation between Stan and Mike had failed miserably.

“Yoo’v got a PhD? Are ye a medical doctor or…?”

“My PhD was in plasma physics, so I’d be useless in any emergency that didn’t involve electromagnets”

“So yer a smart one, then?”

“I suppose so”

Mike and Stan continue to chatter, the conversation ebbing and flowing effortlessly. A torturous four hours later and they’d arrived back at Richie’s little house. Richie hopped out of the truck, knees buckling immediately under the weight of his leaden bones. The lights in the house were on, and Richie could see a lacquered shadow pacing back and forth in the kitchen window.

“He’s in,” Richie muttered, gesturing towards the window.

Stan and Mike glanced towards the kitchen, but predictably, Eddie had disappeared. Richie suppressed a groan.

“Have you met him?” Stan asked Mike as he walked back to the truck, swinging the back door open and hauling his duffle bag towards him.

“Nae, I haven’t. I have – I’ve met other ghosts though, other … people”

“Oh?”

“My parents died in a house fire years ago. Ah still see my maw walkin’ around sometimes”

Richie, growing increasingly impatient, cut Stan off before he could reply.

“Maybe we could discuss Mike’s tragic history later? Do you want me to go into the house and see if I can get Eddie to agree to show himself?”

Stan was silent for several moments, pulling various small electronic devices out of his bag.

“No, I’ll go. I want to ask him something,” Stan said, tucking a small black box into the back pocket of his jeans. He held his hand out to Richie, gesturing at the house keys clutched in his hands.

“Are you sure? He’s quite flighty. I really think I should –”

“Richie. It’s fine, I’m not going to hurt him, I just want to talk,” Stan reassured, voice soft but eyes firm, confident.

Richie hesitated, but gave Stan the keys nevertheless.

“If I hear him yelling, I’m gonna come runnin’, though, just a warning”

Stan said nothing, just walked purposefully to the door of the house, opened it, and shut it behind him.

– X –

When Stan had first walked through the door into the house, he’d been prepared to have to stomp right back out again. Most of the people who called him out were frauds, or had particularly noisy water pipes. He’d give them the number of a particularly good plumber, and bill them for wasting his time.

The house was still. Too still.

“Edward?”

Silence.

“Edward, my name is Stan. I’m here to help you. Your friend Richie called me, can you come out?”

Still nothing.

“Okay, Edward. I’m going to turn off all the lights now, is that okay?”

Silence, but then a click, and the lights in the house all flicked off at once. Stan shut the fuse cupboard, and stepped into the centre of the room. The small black box in his back pocket started vibrating violently, letting off a high-pitched hum.

“You can call me Eddie, if you want”

Stan span on his heels, and there he was, as if he’d always been there. A man, around Stan’s height, maybe smaller, dressed in a khaki uniform.

“Eddie?”

“Richie said you wouldn’t hurt me but I don’t think I trust you”

“I know. You don’t have to trust me yet, but I need to ask you a favour. Can you hold this?”

Stan plucked the black box from his pocket and held it out to Eddie, who stared at it.

“What is it?”

“It’s an energy converter. I want to see what type of energy you are, it’ll help me better understand how to help you”

“What type of … energy? What does that mean?” Eddie asked, taking several cautious steps towards Stan.

“Have you ever heard the theory that energy cannot be created or destroyed?”

Eddie shook his head.

“Basically, all living things are infused with energy,” Stan continued, still holding out the black box, “and when living things die, the energy doesn’t just disappear. Sometimes it seeps into the ground and helps trees and plants to grow, sometimes it evaporates into the sky and causes electrical storms and sometimes it gets stuck”

“Is that me? Am I stuck?”

Stan nodded his head.

“You’re stuck, or, your energy is stuck, and the longer you’ve been stuck, the stronger your electrical current has become. What you are now is basically just a big ball of pure energy, and this energy can represent itself in reality as various different types depending on the context”

As he was talking, Stan felt Eddie take the black box out of his hands.

“Good, so in a few moments we should –“

– X –

A few seconds after Stan disappeared into the house, all of the lights in the house turned off at once.

“Are you soft on him?” Mike asked, breaking the silence.

“Soft on Stan? Naw,” Richie replied, knowing that that wasn’t what Mike was asking, but choosing to avoid the question nevertheless.

“Not him. Eddie. Are you soft on him?”

“He’s a ghost”

“That’s not what I asked”

“He’s dead”

“That’s not what I asked”

Richie slumped against Mike’s truck, leaning his head back on the passenger side window.

“I guess I might be just a little soft on him”

“Stan might be able to help ye. He’s smart, he’ll figure it out”

A ball of pure white light shot out of the open living room window, careening into the sky before bursting into a shock of blue flame, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Richie screamed, slamming a hand over his mouth.

“Eddie!”

Richie and Mike ran towards the house, and started pounding on the locked door with clenched fists.

“EDDIE!” Richie roared again, debating throwing a rock through the kitchen window and throwing himself through it, broken glass be damned. As soon as he’d found a reasonable sized rock, however, the door swung open.

Stan was standing on the other side of the door, a wry smile on his face, and behind him, wringing his hands, stood Eddie.

Mike, unfazed, stuck out his hand, “nice ta’ finally meet ye, Eddie”

Richie slapped at his arm, “he can’t touch you, dumbass”

“I was jist tryin’ tae be polite, he looks like he might boak”

Stan waved his hand, as if to catch their bickering in his hands. Mike and Richie fell silent, expectant.

“I know how to help you”

– X –

It takes Stan five attempts to explain to Richie what he’d already explained to Eddie.

“So he’s just … energy?”

“Yes, Richie”

“So … he could like, power my TV?”

“No… it’s not that kind of energy,” Stan said, exasperated, before picking Richie’s phone up off the table.

“Look, if I pan the camera over you and Mike, you both look entirely normal, yes?”

Mike waved at the camera, and Richie pouted.

“You look lovely,” Stan deadpanned, before panning the camera over to where Eddie was hovering in the corner of the room, “and when I pan it over to him,”

The phone screeched, a shimmery metallic sound, and the same pure white light that had erupted out of the living room window filled the screen.

“In some ways, Eddie is light energy. Here, his energy is made up of photons. He is pure light energy, but if you touch him,” Stan stood up, and walked purposefully through Eddie’s body. Eddie shrieked, and disappeared through the wall.

Stan held up his arm, and motioned to Richie, “touch my arm.”

Richie did.

“Jesus fuck that’s hot”

“Yup. That’s thermal energy. When you touch Eddie, or when he touches you, it burns because his energy vibrates your living particles much more than they normally vibrate, so it generates heat”

“I wish I’d paid attention in physics at school,” Richie muttered, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically, “well, what’s your big grand plan to bring Eddie back to the world of the flesh?”

“I’m going to turn Eddie’s energy back into matter. Have you heard of the equation E equals MC squared?”

“Uh … was that that dude with the moustache?”

“Yes, it was the dude with the moustache. Well, I’ll be using that equation and putting Eddie’s energy through a process that is sort of like the reverse of a nuclear bomb. In his current state, he’s like an exploding nuclear bomb in stasis, so I need to reverse that process.”

At that, a very panicked looking Eddie flies through the wall.

“I’m … I’m a bomb? Could I hurt someone?”

“No, no you’re quite stable, I just need to –” Stan tries, holding his hands up as if to calm Eddie, but it doesn’t work.

Eddie starts pacing around the room, muttering to himself, and it’s then that Richie remembers when Eddie died.

“Eddie, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Richie asks, not waiting for a response, already half way to the kitchen. Eddie follows wordlessly.

Richie shuts the door behind him, and Eddie floats through the wall.

“Richie, Rich, I don’t want to hurt you, maybe I should leave, maybe I should go out onto the moors, away from everything, away from you, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want –”

“Eddie!” Richie cut him off, and thrust the oven mitts at a very forlorn looking Eddie.

“You’re not going to hurt me, you could never hurt me. You could never,” Richie said, sincerity dripping from his words like honey. He grabbed at Eddie’s oven-mitted hands, clasping them between his own, and wished for the thousandth time that there was nothing separating them.

Eddie blinked, eyes dry, face perfect, hair perfect.

“Please let us help you,” Richie pleased, “please let me help you”

“Okay,” Eddie whispered, and together, still joined at the hands, they walked back into the living room.

[minijenn]

Universe Falls Chapter 73

Eyyyyyyy look at me finishing a chapter on Thanksgiving. Because of course I would. Either way this one is hella cute and filled with all them good Dipifica vibes i won’t shut up about, also god bless its finally canon. Anyway I’ll stop spoiling the chapter and let you at it. Enjoy!

Previous: https://minijenn.tumblr.com/post/188894376744/universe-falls-chapter-72

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Chapter 73: Mismatched Making

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For the past several weeks, the Crystal Temple had sat still and silent, its usual inhabitants having taken up shop at the barn out in the countryside to finish their progress on the drill. Likewise, the Mystery Shack was also rather silent, for while Stan had more or less remained there to maintain the gift shop and the museum while the rest of his family was away, for the past day or so he had been absent, a large closed sign hanging from the door all the while. However, that peaceful quiet all but came to an end as the conman’s car pulled up in front of the shack to let out the far too many passengers that had piled into it for the trip back. 

“We’re home!” Steven exclaimed brightly, bursting out of the vehicle first with both Dipper and Mabel not too far behind. 

“Oh, it’s been so long!” Mabel proclaimed dramatically, hopping up onto the shack’s porch to hug one of its support beams. “I almost forgot what this old place looked like!”

“Mabel, we’ve only been gone a few weeks,” Dipper chuckled, amused. 

“A few weeks too many!” Steven chimed in, already running towards the hill that led up to the temple. The Gems followed after him, ready to finally settle back in themselves, something they readily started doing the moment the young Gem first burst back in through the front door. “Hello, house!” he greeted blithely, running inside. 

The Gems all chuckled amongst themselves as they watched their young ward run about, refamiliarizing himself with his cozy home. “Hello, bed!” Steven grinned, flopping onto said bed as he switched his television on. “Hello, TV! We’ve got some catching up to do. Hello, kitchen!” he continued, rushing back downstairs to throw the fridge open. “Hello, food--augh!” The young Gem quickly stumbled back, rushing to cover his nose to avoid the overwhelmingly foul stench coming from the fridge. 

“Uh oh, did that cake go bad?” Amethyst asked, taking a peek inside at the rotten assortment of food. 

“That was a cake?!” Steven gawked in disbelief before he quickly picked himself up off the ground to head towards the door. 

“Steven, where are you going?” Pearl asked curiously. “I thought you were all excited about being back home.”

“And I am!” Steven grinned. “But now that I’ve gotten ‘re-acquainted’ with home, I’ve gotta do the same with the Mystery Shack! And with Dipper and Mabel and Mr. Pines and Mr. Ford!”

“Dude, we literally just saw them like… 5 minutes ago,” Amethyst pointed out, deadpan. 

“And I miss them already!” the young Gem heaved a heavy sigh, leaning against the door. “See you guys later!”

As Steven set out to head back down to the shack, the Pines family was just stepping inside, all eager to pick up their usual flow of activity where they’d left off. “Ah, finally,” Ford sighed rather contentedly as he made a beeline to the basement stairs. “Back to my real lab again. Even if we did manage to build a functional, earth-piercing drill there, working out of a barn is… less than ideal when it comes to in-depth, tactile scientific research. Also, I miss my favorite reading chair. And my favorite coffee maker, unlike the one at the barn that Peridot broke. Twice...”

“Heh, yeah, that’s right, sixer, head on back down to your ‘nerd cave’,” Stan called as the author began to trudge down to the basement. “Meanwhile, I’ve got real work to do. Like marking up all these prices!” The conman quickly began doing just that, working his way through the gift shop to raise the tabs on just about everything. “Shack’s been closed for two days now; I’ve gotta make up for all those lost profits somehow! Though… I guess I could always cut Soos and Wendy’s pay again… hm…”

While Stan pondered over this plan, Dipper and Mabel eagerly ran past him to head back up their usual space in the attic, ready to make themselves comfortable within it once more. “Yeeeesssss!” Mabel cheered as she burst through the door first. “Bed!” she happily jumped onto her bed, high fiving each of her colorful posters along the wall and ceiling as she did. “Posters!” As she flopped down onto her stomach, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her nearby pet pig up in a tight, affectionate hug, glad to see him again after all the time they’d been apart. “Waddles! Ah, it’s so great to be back! Dontcha think so, bro-bro?”

“I gotta admit, I do,” Dipper grinned as he much more calmly reclined on his bed. “Especially since we don’t really have anything to worry about for the change. The Cluster’s under control, Lapis is finally free from being Malachite and her and Peridot are ok with living together. Even that group of Rubies is out of our hair with no problems at all. For once, it looks like everything is finally gonna be ok.”

“You can say that again!” Steven chimed in as he entered the attic blithely. “We’ve been through a lot of really tough, dangerous stuff this summer. But now that it’s all over, we can spend the rest of our summer just hanging out and having fun!”

“Yeah! Like all those kids in those wacky summer comedies!” Mabel exclaimed excitedly. 

“I love those kinds of movies!” the young Gem quipped brightly. 

“So do I!” 

“Heh, well while you guys are off having your ‘wacky summer comedy’,” Dipper chuckled as he leaned back on his his bed again. “I’m gonna use this as much-needed chance to hang back and relax.”

“You? ‘Relax’?” Mabel scoffed. “Pfft, I don’t believe it. Just watch, Steven, it’ll be no time at all before he’s out and about with one of the journals, hunting down some monster or mystery or something, just like he always does.”

“Oh, come on, Mabel, I’m not that predictable,” Dipper protested, sitting up. “Sure I like a good mystery hunt every now and then, but after dealing with so many of them this summer, I… kinda wouldn’t mind a change of pace. Maybe I’ll try my hand at hunting down something else for a change.”

“Oh yeah?” Mabel asked with a challenging smirk. “Like what?”

“Like…” Dipper trailed off, admittedly unsure of what to say. After all, he’d spent so much time lately embroiled in one mystery, one fight, one disaster after another. So much time spent struggling in the loudest of moments to win the quiet moments like these. And now that they finally had these quiet moments, admittedly, he really had no idea what to do with them. 

Fortunately, he didn’t have to supply an answer to his sister’s question as the shack’s doorbell abruptly rang out. “Well, right now, I guess I’m hunting down the door,” he said succinctly, slipping out of the conversation to answer it. 

“Wait… how can you hunt down a door…?” Steven wondered, confused, though all the same, him and Mabel followed along after Dipper to see who had arrived. The initial speculation on all sides was that it was probably the Gems, though it was a bit odd for them to not just enter without knocking or ringing as they usually did. Though who was actually at the door was just about the very last person any of the kids could have expected, even from the moment Dipper first swung it open. 

“P-Pacifica!?” Dipper exclaimed, absolutely baffled to see the heiress standing in front of him. Even more bewildering was the fact that, unlike the last time she had ventured out to the shack to seek his help, this time, Pacifica hadn’t come in any sort of heavy coat or concealing disguise. Rather, she was in her usual fashionable attire, her expression pensive and her hands held tightly behind her back before she greeted him back with a somewhat awkward wave. 

“O-oh! Uh, h-hey, Dipper,” she said, smiling rather tightly. “Looks like you’re back--finally. N-not that I haven’t been hanging out around here waiting for you to get back ever since that day we spent at the mines, b-because that would be weird, obviously, but… um… what was I talking about again?”

“I… honestly have no idea,” Dipper frowned, confused before breaking into a small, cordial smile. “But anyway, hi, Pacifica. What brings you all the way out here-”

“Pacifica!” Mabel suddenly interrupted, pushing her brother aside to brightly greet the heiress. “Hi! How are you?! Did you come out here to invite all of us to another super glitzy, glamorous party? Because if you are, we are so on board, the last one was so fun! 

“Yeah, it was!” Steven interjected just as cheerfully. “Ya know, aside from the vengeful ghost and crazy Gem mutants. But that’s the sort of stuff we deal with all the time, so I guess it was nothing too out of the ordinary.”

“Oh… you guys are here too…” Pacifica’s smile fell as she looked between Steven and Mabel. “Great…”

“Uh, so…” Dipper cut in, squeezing his way back into the conversation between the pair. “Like I was trying to ask before, what’s up, Pacifica? You need some help busting another ghost or dealing with a pack of angry, city-slick dwarves?” 

The heiress couldn’t help but let out something of a small laugh at this, one that Dipper slightly joined in on, not noticing as Steven, and Mabel in particular, watched the exchange curiously. “No, nothing like that,” Pacifica smirked. “I was just… um… w-well, you remember how you said after your how drill thing was over, we’d… uh… h-hang out?”

“Yeah…?” Dipper nodded, raising an eyebrow before he realized Pacifica’s intention in coming all this way to see him. “Oh, wait, you mean right now?”

“Uh… I mean, if you wanna?” she shrugged apprehensively. “I-if you’re busy though, I-I totally get it. I can always come back some other time.”

“I mean, we did only get back from the barn for weeks on end just a few minutes ago…” Dipper noted with an earnest frown. “But…”

“But he’s totally free and he would totally love to hang out with you!” Mabel sharply interrupted, excitedly pushing her brother out the door a bit. “Wouldn’t you, Dipper?”

“Uh… well…” Dipper hesitated for a moment before meeting Pacifica’s hopeful expression. She offered him a small, almost demure smile, one that carried none of the cold haughtiness she often used to front, but instead, it was completely honest, completely genuine. And if there was something that Dipper knew well from experience, it was that Pacifica was always at her very best when she was at her most genuine. “You know what? Sure, why not. It’ll be fun.”

“R-really?” Pacifica asked, quite surprised to hear this as her cheeks flushed the slightest pink. 

“Yes, really!” Mabel exclaimed as she pushed Dipper out towards Pacifica even more, urging the pair off. “Now, go on, get outta here, you crazy kids! Go out and make some memories!”

“Yeah, and have fun!” Steven called after the two as they exchanged a somewhat startled glance, though ultimately decided to head off together towards town all the same. Leaving a very satisfied and a somewhat confused Steven behind. “Huh… that’s… kinda weird,” the young Gem noted. “I wonder when Dipper and Pacifica became such good friends.”

“Friends?” Mabel scoffed. “Steven, please. Those two aren’t just friends. They’re absolutely, 100%, head over heels in love with each other!”

“Whaaaaat?!” Steven exclaimed, dumbfounded. “But… how can you tell?”

“Just look at them!” Mabel motioned towards the pair as they headed off down the forest trail. They lingered noticeably close beside each other as they casually conversed and caught up, sharing the occasional warm laugh along the way. “The rich, elegant heiress with a hidden heart of gold; the awkward, nerdy bookworm who’s looking for something more in his life. Its like something out of a fairy tale, a true, forbidden romance, just like Romeo and Juliet! Though hopefully with a lot less dying involved…”

“Eh, I don’t know, Mabel…” Steven frowned, crossing his arms. “I’m pretty sure Dipper and Pacifica are just friends.”

“Oh sure they are now,” Mabel said with a flippant wave of her hand. “But the sparks of something deeper are there, for sure. And if you don’t take it from me, then why don’t we just go see for ourselves.”

“What do you mean?” the young Gem asked, confused. 

“I mean,” Mabel put on a wry, daring smirk as she wrapped an arm around Steven’s shoulder and nodded off to the path Dipper and Pacifica had just taken. “You and me going undercover, Steven. For the sake... of LOVE!”

***

Neither Dipper nor Pacifica had any particular plans in mind as they ventured into town together to spend the afternoon. After all, Gravity Falls was a rather small town with not too much to offer in the way of man-made attractions, but even so, they decided to make do with what they had. Though as they first set out on the town, Pacifica did make it a point to make herself rather scarce, doing everything she could to conceal both herself and Dipper from anyone who so much as looked like they had a camera at the ready. It was a strange, sort of anxious behavior, one that Dipper quickly picked up on, especially as the heiress pulled them both into another alley for what seemed like the fifth time in the past hour. 

“Uh… Pacifica?” he asked as she peeked around the corner to make sure the coast was clear. “What are you doing?”

“Huh?” Pacifica turned back to him, startled before throwing on a forced, casual grin. “Oh, uh, n-nothing! Just, uh… hanging out in a dark alley, like all you middle class people do!”

“Uh, I hate to break it to you, Pacifica, but most middle class people don’t do that,” Dipper pointed out, somewhat amused until his smile faded somewhat. “You know, if you’re embarrassed to be hanging out with me, you can just admit it. At least then we won’t have to keep ducking in and out of alleyways every five minutes.”

“Embara--what? No!” the heiress quickly shook her head, flustered. “I’m not embarrassed by you. It’s just…” She hesitated, glancing away in anxious shame, almost as if she was afraid to tell him the truth. Though as she met his patient, expectant expression once more, she ultimately folded and decided to do just that. “I’ve never… ‘hung out’ with anyone before. Heck, I’ve never even had any real friends before, just fake ones that my parents hand picked for me, This sort of thing is all new to me and I’m just… scared, I guess, that I might mess it up. Or even worse, that my parents might find out and keep us from hanging out anymore. I mean, no offense, but… you’re not exactly their… favorite person…”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Dipper remarked with a bit of a sardonic grin, though his manner turned serious as he placed a consoling hand on Paifica’s shoulder. “But… if you really are worried about word getting back to your parents, then… I think I know somewhere we can go where nobody will be around to snitch on us.

For a moment, the most Pacifica could do was look to him, surprised and bewildered that he was willing to accommodate her so easily, all for the sake of making her feel more comfortable. But in the end, she smiled, warmly, almost daringly accepting the hand he was holding out to her to let him take her away to wherever he might lead. And that’s exactly what he did. 

Though just as the pair slipped out of the alley as discreetly as they could, the lid of the dumpster tucked away within it suddenly flipped open. And out of it, both Steven and Mabel popped up, their ‘undercover’ mission steadily underway. 

“Aha! See, Steven?” Mabel asked with an eager grin. “Just like I said, it’s forbidden love! And what’s better yet is they aren’t even about to let that stop them, they’re sneaking off to go hang out together alone anyway! Augh, it's so beautiful and so romantic I could cry! Speaking of which, you brought that box of tissues, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Steven nodded, handing said tissues off to her. “But… I don’t know… I still think they’re hanging out just as friends, Mabel.”

“But Dipper took her hand, Steven!” Mabel protested. “He took her hand! That’s always how it starts, and then it builds and builds from there until they’re in smooch city! Believe me, I’ve read enough $5 romance novels from the grocery store to know all about these sorts of things.”

“Hm… well, you do seem like an expert when it comes to love,” Steven noted. “I mean, you’ve been in plenty of relationships yourself, right?”

“You bet I have!” Mabel grinned proudly. “Like the time I… uh, actually, let’s not count when I dated all those gnomes. Ew, or Gideon either… Mermando was nice, but… he was the one that got away… and ugh, and let’s not even bring up Gabe. And not to mention my massive crush on youuuuuuu-” She trailed off, her eyes wide  as she looked to Steven, realizing what she had practically just let slip until she found a rather sloppy way to recover from it. “Y-your sandals! T-they’re so… pink and cute a-and… I love them!”

“Um… thanks?” the young Gem raised a confused eyebrow at this, though thankfully, he didn’t seem to suspect anything else of it, much to Mabel’s immense relief. “So, you think maybe we should just let Dipper and Pacifica hang out without us spying on them from afar to see if they’re in love?”

“Are you kidding? Of course, I don’t!” Mabel exclaimed, more than ready to change the subject. “We’ve barely even scratched the surface when it comes to those two adorable lovebirds! Now come on!” She boldly pointed in the direction Dipper and Pacifica had went, ever curious to see just where their unplanned day might take them next. Or ideally, how that day might end up bringing them closer together. “We’ve got ourselves a romance to watch blossom!”

***

True to his word, Dipper wasted no time in leading Pacifica not only out of town, but away from prying eyes that might carry word of her rather rebellious activities back to her parents. Instead, he took her back towards the forest, heading out past the temple and the shack and out into the open woods before venturing off the beaten path entirely. Pacifica was rather hesitant as she watched him do so, unsure if she should follow after him as she stared into the light-speckled shadows deep within the vast labyrinth of trees ahead. 

“Uh… are you sure about this?” she asked, frowning at the untamed shrubbery he expected her to head after him into. 

“What?” Dipper asked with something of a challenging grin. “You wanted to make you weren’t caught hanging out with me, right? Well, nobody’s gonna catch us all the way out here, I can guarantee that.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Pacifica paused, frowning down at her outfit, one that was quite ill-suited for traversing the wilds of the woods. “It’s like, super gross and dirty out there…” She caught herself, however, upon looking back to Dipper, who could only really raise a critical eyebrow at such a shallow concern. “A-and isn’t it also sort of dangerous too?” the heiress recanted, coming up with a much better excuse. “What if we run into a bear or a rabid chipmunk or something? Why don’t you have that weird magic sword of yours, just in case?”

“First of all, the Sword of Seasons wasn’t magic, it was technology,” Dipper pointed out before his tone turned slightly embarrassed. “And uh… I sort of… dropped it into the lake on accident. It’s a long story, but don’t worry. We won’t need it anyway.”

“Oh yeah?” Pacifica crossed her arms. “And how do you know that?”

“Because,” Dipper pulled back a few branches leading into an obscured clearing deeper into the woods. “What we’re looking for is right here.”

“It’s… a mailbox?” Pacifica frowned, absolutely confused as she joined Dipper in walking towards it. Sure enough, it was a simple, unextraordinary mailbox, resting alone and rather mismatched against the forest that surrounded it. “Ok, I’m lost,” the heiress shook her head. “You really dragged me all the way out here to the middle of nowhere to look at a boring old mailbox. Is this really what people do when they hang out? Or is this just some weird nerd thing of yours?”

“Oh, this isn’t just any ordinary, boring old mailbox,” Dipper corrected with a knowing smirk. “Its magical. I… think. To be honest, I’m still not actually sure about how it works but trust me, its weird.”

“A magical mailbox?” Pacifica chuckled incredulously. “You know, Pines, I knew you were into some strange, kinda dumb stuff, but this is a little out there, even for you.”

“No, it really works!” Dipper protested insistently as he reached into his backpack to pull out a notebook and a pen. “Watch this.” 

The heiress did so, observing as he wrote a simple greeting of ‘hello’ onto a page before ripping it out of the book and slipping it inside the mailbox. For a moment, nothing really happened at all, that is until the mailbox’s flag suddenly flipped upward entirely on its own accord. “W-what?” Pacifica balked, taken aback by this, though Dipper simply offered her a coy grin as he opened the mailbox and pulled an entirely new slip of paper out of it.

“Out there, huh?” his smirk widened as he showed her the page, which unexplainably read ‘Hello, Dipper and Pacifica,” as plain as day.

“H-how did you do that?!” Pacifica demanded, taking the page and looking over it in disbelief. She was quick to turn back to the mailbox itself, peeking inside to see if there was any hidden chamber or compartment inside. “Is this some sort of weird prank or something?!”

“No, its not,” Dipper laughed, thoroughly amused. “Amethyst and Garnet told me about this mailbox that can answer basically any question, so me and Soos came out here to see if it actually existed a few weeks back. And it turns out, it’s totally the real deal. It knows pretty much everything”

“Hmph, I don’t buy it,” the heiress scoffed.

“Then why don’t you try it out for yourself,” Dipper offered his pen and paper to her, which she readily snatched to pose the mailbox a question. 

“Alright, ‘magic mailbox’,” she snarked as she scribbled her question down before tossing it into the box. “If you’re so ‘all-knowing’, then what did I have for breakfast this morning?”

The mailbox was quick to come up with a response, its flag tipping upward once more just before Pacifica quickly retrieved her answer and read it aloud. “Strawberry crepes suzette with quiche lorraine and imported no-pulp orange juice’?! How does it know that?!”

“Like I said, I have no idea,” Dipper shrugged. “You can ask it anything and it just knows somehow! Isn’t it cool?”

“...Anything, huh?” Pacifica mused thoughtfully, tapping the pen against the paper for a moment as she looked between the mailbox and Dipper. And then, she tipped the notebook up a bit, scribbling another quick question onto it and making sure to keep it out of Dipper’s sight all the while. 

“What are you writing?” he asked, intrigued as he tried to peer over the top of the notebook and see. 

“Nothing!” Pacifica lightly pushed him away, letting out a small, somewhat flustered laugh as she did. “I-I just wanna know something really dumb.”

“Oh yeah, like what?” 

“Like nothing,” she insisted, beating him to the mailbox as she shoved her question inside. Sure enough, it delivered another answer, one that only came in the form of a simple ‘yes’. The heiress was unable to hold back a small, delighted gasp as she read it, one that only made Dipper all the more curious to know what she had asked. 

“Come on, seriously, what did you ask?” he pressed with a wry smile as he began to follow her out of the clearing. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she grinned with a playful wave of her hand.

“Well you sure seem happy about it, so yeah, I think it kinda does.”

“Oh, mind your own business!” she shoved him once more, though this time, he lightly shoved her back, eliciting a shared, bright laugh from them both as they continued back into the woods from whence they came. 

As soon as they’d left, however, Steven and Mabel emerged from their own hiding spot beyond the other side of the clearing, both of them still intent on spying on the pair’s adventures from afar. “Playful pushing? Him showing her magicy stuff? Her getting all excited over a question she wouldn’t let him see?” Mabel listed, growing steadily more excited as she did. “It’s all too good to be true!”

“It is?” Steven asked. “How?”

“Don’t you see, Steven?” Mabel replied, stars practically brimming in her eyes as she hopped up and down on the balls of her feet. “Those are all classic slow burn romance tropes! The evidence just keeps stacking up. And I have a feeling that they’re nowhere close to finished yet!”

***

And sure enough, they weren’t. For as the next day arrived, Pacifica showed up at the Mystery Shack, this time on Dipper’s invitation for them to hang out once again. Just like the day prior, the pair set out into the forest rather than into town, and just as before, Steven and Mabel followed after them, watching from the shadows as they spent more time together. 

“And then we found the Gems’ lost memories about Great Uncle Ford and the portal, but that’s a whole other long story that leads into several more long stories,” Dipper recounted as he led the way through the forest and across a small stream. 

“Wait, let me see if I can get this all straight,” Pacifica interjected, holding her hands up. “So your great uncle actually has a twin brother who was trapped in another dimension for the past 30 years. And the whole time, your uncle was trying to bring that brother back using this huge portal that was secretly under the Mystery Shack the entire time but no one knew about it?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Dipper nodded. 

“And the Gems factor into all this… how?”

“They sort of… don’t for a pretty long time. Like I said before, they lost their memories about all of this thanks to their leader, Rose, erasing them after they were possessed by…” Dipper trailed off, his expression darkening at the mere thought of the dream demon. “Y-you know what? N-never mind that right now.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Pacifica sighed, relieved. “I feel like my brain’s about to burst from everything you’ve been telling me. Your life is like some crazy movie or huge story written by a psychopath or something. Seriously, how do you deal with all these massive bombshell shake ups all the time?”

“Eh, you learn to just deal with them as they come,” Dipper shrugged, hopping up onto a nearby log to take a seat. Pacifica joined him, glad for the much needed break from their ongoing hike, though even so, she watched in curious confusion as Dipper pulled a snack out of his bag that she was entirely unfamiliar with. 

“What’s that?” she asked, intrigued by the oddly shaped sandwich. 

“Oh, it’s peanut butter and jelly,” Dipper grinned, offering half to her. “Mabel packed it for me before we left and for some reason she cut it into a heart shape and said it was ‘for luck’, whatever that means. Anyway, you can have some if you’re hungry.”

Pacifica didn’t immediately accept his offer, instead looking over the half-heart sandwich with a furrowed brow of confusion. “You said this is a… peanut--who and… what, exactly?”

“What, you’ve never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before?” Dipper asked with an incredulous chuckle before meeting the heiress’s dumbfounded expression once more. “Oh my gosh, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Is this some sort of… poor person snack?” Pacifica wondered, holding the sandwich up to get a better look at it. “N-not that being poor is a bad thing! It’s just… I-I’m not really allowed to anything that doesn’t cost over at least $100 per tiny gourmet plate portion, so… yeah…”

“Are you kidding?” Dipper asked in apt disbelief. “Your parents don’t even let you eat what you want?”

“Heh, welcome to the super ‘glamorous’ world of a Northwest,” the heiress laughed somewhat bitterly.

“Well, here’s your official welcome into the super average world of a Pines,” Dipper countered, placing his half of the sandwich into her open hand with a playful grin. “And unlike most of your high class gourmet meals, this one’s completely free.”

Pacifica tried her best to suppress the sudden blush that filled her cheeks as she accepted his offering, though all the same, she was still a bit hesitant to try the sandwich for herself. Until, of course, she ventured her first bite of the sandwich. “Mm! This is sooo good!” she exclaimed, her eyes alight with newfound discovery. She disregarded all the proper manners she had been taught in favor of voicing her overwhelming excitement over such a simple treat. “The bread’s so soft and it’s all so creamy, but then there’s like… little nuts in it too? I love that!”

“That’s the power of chunky peanut butter,” Dipper chuckled warmly, amused by the heiress’s elation as she scarfed down another bite. 

“And this fruity taste? What is that?”

“Strawberry jam. So technically, it’s more of a peanut butter and jam sandwich, but eh, same difference.”

“Whatever it is, it’s amazing!” Pacifica grinned as she finished off the other half. “And you just eat stuff like that all the time?!”

“Eh, maybe not all the time, but PB&J is a longtime favorite for me and Mabel for a reason,” Dipper said, still laughing, especially as he noticed the small smudge of jam marring the heiress’s face. “Oh, hey, you got a little something on your cheek there.”

“Huh?” Pacifica reached up, rubbing just shy of the jam that she missed it entirely. 

“Here, I got it,” Dipper slipped his vest off, not really having anything else but the corner of it to wipe the heiress’ face clean. He stopped short as soon as he did however, suddenly caught off guard by exactly what he was doing, and exactly how close their faces happened to be as he did. In the briefest, most breathless of moments, he caught sight of her eyes, wide and wondering as they practically sparkled in the low light coming in through the trees above. Eyes that were staring at nothing else in the world at that moment... other than him. “I-I… s-sorry,” he quickly recanted, backing off as he hastily threw his vest back on and slipped off the log to stand. “W-we should probably get going.”

“O-oh…” Pacifica frowned somewhat, slowly, almost sadly returning to reality as she did the same. “Yeah, you’re right… Um… thanks, by the way, for the… what was it called again? Sandy Witch?”

“Sandwich,” Dipper corrected with a smirk. “And you’re welcome. I’ll be sure to bring you another one when we hang out again tomorrow.”

“T-tomorrow…” Pacifica repeated, her former smile returning in full force upon hearing this. “Yeah, tomorrow. I can hardly wait…”

“Steven, please tell me you saw that!” Mabel whispered as she looked out of her hiding spot just behind the log the pair had been sitting on moments ago. “Because it was absolutely adorable!”

“Yeah, that was really cute,” Steven agreed with a warm grin. “Still, I can’t believe Pacifica’s never had a PB&J before… That’s like… one of the basic food groups alongside donuts and fry bits!”

“Who cares about that?” Mabel shook her head dismissively. “Did you see the way those two were looking at each other? It’s like they were hypnotized… by love!”

“Eh, I don’t know…” Steven noted with a frown. “I’m still not sure if that was really ‘love’ or not…”

“Oh, so you still need even more proof, huh?” Mabel challenged, her hands on her hips. “Well, then don’t worry, Universe. If you need proof, then I’ll give ya proof!”

At this, she let out something of a wild, almost manic laugh, one that admittedly startled Steven as he anxiously tried to reign her back down from her obvious obsession. “O-or instead of that, maybe we could just--whoa!” The young Gem didn’t get a chance to finish as Mabel suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him along after her once more, all for the sake of secretly eavesdropping in on Dipper and Pacifica once more. “O-or I guess we could always just keep doing this, that’s fine too!”

***

The next several days flowed along in a similar, surprisingly sweet succession. In light of the lack of any old or new threats or foes to face, Dipper didn’t mind spending his now very open free time with Pacifica at all. If anything, their already unexpected friendship seemed to grow closer and closer with each passing day as they shared new discoveries, snacks, and even secrets on occasion. The woods of Gravity Falls were essentially a treasure trove of adventures just waiting to be had, though fortunately none of their trips into it led to any real danger or disaster. Though one constant that neither of them were ever aware of during their days together was the fact that just about everywhere they went, Steven and Mabel followed behind at a safe distance, always unseen but always keeping tabs on the pair to look out for any signs of budding love between them. And suffice to say that, at least as far as Mabel was concerned, by the time the week was through, they’d seen more than enough signs of just that. 

All the same, Dipper and Pacifica’s latest trip into the woods happened to fall under the cover of dusk, just as the sky filled in with the colors of twilight and the shadows of the trees gave way to darkness. Even so, the pair ventured into that darkness unfettered, their path only illuminated by a simple flashlight as Dipper led the way further into the forest, his hand intertwined with Pacifica’s all the while. 

“Alright, Pines, I’ve had enough of your ‘mysteries’ for one week,” Pacifica remarked wryly as she eagerly followed after his swift pace. “Where are we heading this time? Some sort of creepy cave or underground tunnel to find some secret monster or something?”

“Nah, nothing like that,” Dipper chuckled, pulling the first journal out of his vest. “Its something I found in here that I’ve never had a chance to see for myself before. And I have a feeling it’ll be right up your alley.”

“Oh really?” Pacifica smirked. “So you’re saying it’s some sort of magical creature that eats terrible, over-controlling, prestige-obsessed parents?”

“Heh, if only,” Dipper replied just as playfully as they finally emerged into a small clearing entirely covered by trees from above. This served to block just about all forms of dying daylight out, to the point that the entire clearing was practically engulfed in darkness when Dipper suddenly shut his flashlight off entirely. 

“D-Dipper!” Pacifica gasped, blindly reaching around until she grasped onto his shoulder tightly. “What are you doing?!”

“Don’t worry,” he assured, placing his hand over hers to steady her. “Just wait and watch…”

The heiress let out an uneasy breath as she decided to heed him, allowing the symphony of the evening to fill in for them. Crickets, cicadas, and birds alike all echoed around the darkened den of trees, frightening and fascinating Pacifica all at the same time, but amidst them, she held on tight to Dipper, almost as if he was the anchor keeping her from losing herself to it all. Until… 

A sudden speck of light illuminated somewhere in the darkened space before the pair, small and sparse but persistent all the same. Another tiny light soon joined it, followed by another, then another, until the petite glowing orbs were popping up all around them, creating a warm, ambient sort of radiance that soon filled the entire clearing, making it apparent exactly what these little lights really were. 

“Fireflies…?” Pacifica wondered, smiling softly as she cupped her hands under one of the glowing insects. 

“Not exactly…” Dipper noted knowingly, watching expectantly until the creature’s normal yellow light suddenly, starkly turned a bright, vibrant purple. 

“W-what?!” the heiress gasped, her hands flying away from the bug as she looked around to its kin, only to see similar shifts among them. The fireflies all seemed to slowly, gently change colors with each passing moment at random intervals, some glowing pink while others illuminated blue, as even more blinked orange and still more among them turned green. As they meandered about the clearing, they ultimately created a glittering rainbow of light, one that absolutely enchanted Pacifica as she simply stood there, trying to take it all in. 

“They’re… beautiful…” she whispered, afraid she might scare them off if she was too loud. “What are they?”

“Iridescects,” Dipper informed, nodding to their depiction in the journal before shutting it and putting it away altogether. “Or, color-changing fireflies. They only live here in Gravity Falls, and they only come out during the summer months. I’ve been meaning to come out here to see them for myself, but everything’s been so busy lately that I haven’t gotten the chance to until now.”

“So,” Pacifica began, her wondering smile still apparent as she stood close to him and gazed out at the iridescects. “Was it worth the wait?”

Dipper paused, taking a moment to glance over at the heiress beside him. And the moment he did, it felt as though the entire world slowed to a soft, almost dreamlike crawl. 

The iridescects still drifted through the clearing, colors changing as steadily as ever as they hovered across the otherwise shadowy trees behind them. And yet, despite their practically magical beauty, Dipper found himself captivated by beauty of an entirely different kind. If he was perfectly honest with himself, he’d always known Pacifica to carry an almost regal sort of elegance and grace, though as he looked to her now, those things seemed so much more natural, so much more vibrant, so much more free. The lights all around her reflected off of her skin to the point that it almost seemed to take on an otherworldly glow, her golden hair taking on a similar, constantly changing, but always appealing pallor. Yet what he noticed most, what amazed him the most, was her smile, her eyes, her soft, easy laughter as a small group of iridescects came to hover around her head, creating what looked like a sparkling, multicolored crown. A crown that somehow, in some impossible way, served to make her appear even more radiant than she already was on her own. 

And suddenly, there was that feeling again, striking at his heart and bearing in deep. The very same feeling he’d first felt inklings of that night at the party when they’d first danced, that feeling he’d felt again, stronger and more realized deep within the titan’s ore mines. The same feeling he’d felt brief, crisp moments of scattered across the week he’d just spent with her each time they sat close, each time they happened to touch hands, each time their eyes happened to meet in stolen glances carried by unspoken words, unknown thoughts, and that feeling. So warm, so curious, so real and raw and rich that this time, it refused to be ignored. It demanded to be known, to be realized, to be felt. And as he slowly started to allow himself to feel it, he couldn’t help but wonder, as he looked down to her empty hand beside him, just waiting to be held, if maybe, just maybe, that feeling might just end up taking him somewhere this time after all. 

And yet… 

Maybe, he wondered, he feared, it wouldn’t take him anywhere, just like it hadn’t once before. 

As the gravity of that fear pulled him back down to earth once again, he suddenly drew his hand away from hers before they could even skim one another. His awestruck expression fell into something much more solemn as he tore his glance away from her, almost as if so much as looking at her was like holding onto a promise that would never be guaranteed. “Y-yeah,” he finally answered her question halfheartedly. For even despite the blissfully warm array of colored lights all around them, he felt as though he was standing in a sea of cold, empty darkness instead. “I… I guess it was…”

***

“Ok, Steven, I think we can both agree,” Mabel began, pacing around in front of the chalkboard she’d positioned in the shack’s den. “That what we witnessed last night in the woods was pretty much THE most romantic thing ever! The color changing fireflies, the cool night air, and they way they kept smiling at each other? Augh, it was all so perfect!”

“Yeah, you know, I wasn’t really sold on the idea before, but… I think last night convinced me for sure,” Steven nodded with an excited grin. “Looks like Dipper and Pacifica really do like each other like that. So I guess that means we can be happy for them and move on with our lives now, right?”

“Wrong!” Mabel corrected succinctly. “You saw what happened last night, Steven! Dipper was this close to making a move that would have changed everything! He totally would have taken him and Pacifica out of the friend zone and into the love zone, but nooooo, he just had to back out at the last second, just like he always used to do with Wendy back when he was crushing on her too!”

“Oh yeah,” Steven nodded thoughtfully. “He almost took her hand and everything. Why do you think he didn’t?”

“Cause he’s an awkward dork who doesn’t know how to show people how he really feels!” Mabel huffed, frustrated over the fact that she knew her brother far too well. “But to be honest, I… kinda think Pacifica might be the same way. Which, I’ll admit, is gonna make this… a little tough.”

“Make what tough?”

Steven and Mabel both let out a startled gasp as they turned to find Dipper entering the room, curious to know what their ongoing conversation was about. Though that curiosity only grew as he spotted the chalkboard that Mabel had written D + P onto, surrounded by a bold, massive heart. “Uh… what’s going on in here?” he asked, confused.. 

“Um… good question…” Steven frowned, still somewhat lost in Mabel’s shuffle. 

“N-nothing!” Mabel insisted readily. “And certainly nothing that involves you and a certain rich girl you’ve been hanging out a lot with lately, though if there’s anything you wanna discuss on that front, bro-bro, we’d be more than happy to listen!”

“Uh… no, thanks,” Dipper raised an eyebrow, looking between the pair with growing suspicion. “Wait a minute…” he glanced past his sister, narrowing his eyes at the chalkboard and the heart drawn on it until he all too quickly realized exactly who the initials within it stood for. “Mabel, please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing…”

“Me? Doing what?” Mabel feigned innocence. “Dear brother, I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about!”

“Ok then,” Dipper said flatly before turning to the young Gem. “Steven, what’s Mabel holding behind her back?”

“Oh, well, it looks like a list!” Steven informed, catching the title of said list before Mabel could hastily shove it into her sweater. “I think it said ‘Dipper and Pacifica matchmaking ideas’ or something like that?”

“Steven!” Mabel hissed, flustered, especially as she looked back to her brother’s disapproving expression. 

“Oh no, absolutely not, Mabel!” he quickly, adamantly exclaimed. “There is no way I’m letting you try to set me and Pacifica up. Like I’ve told you so many times before, we’re just friends!”

“Yeah, but don’t you wanna be more than friends with her?!” Mabel protested earnestly. “We’ve been secretly watching you guys all week, and we’ve seen that special spark between you guys! All you gotta do is stoke it a little, bro-bro, and it’ll turn into a full fledged, passionate romance for the ages before you know it! Right, Steven?”

“Uh… yeah,” the young Gem shrugged with an awkward smile. “Um, sorry for spying on you all week by the way, that was Mabel’s idea.”

“A great one, just like all my ideas are!”

“...Ok, first of all, never do that again,” Dipper began, hardly even surprised by his sister’s antics at this point. “Second of all, there is no spark! Pacifica and I have been hanging out a lot lately, yeah, but we don’t have feelings for each other and that’s that! So you can forget any of your little matchmaking schemes, Mabel, because they’d just be a big waste of time anyway.”

“That’s what you say, Dipper!” Mabel called after her brother as he turned to leave, thoroughly annoyed. “But just you wait and see! You and Pacifica will be smoochin’ it up before you know it! After all, the only thing stronger than the power of love is the power of MABEL!”

“Uh, I dunno, are you really sure about this, Mabel?” Steven asked just as soon as Dipper had left. “Even if Dipper and Pacifica do like each other, I don’t know if its such a good idea to try to force them to be together.”

“You’re right, Steven, its not.”

“Garnet!” Steven and Mabel both gasped, startled as the Gem leader spoke up from her previously unknown spot leaning against the front entryway. 

“How long have you been standing there?” the young Gem asked, startled, though not surprised, given just how often Garnet did this sort of thing. 

“Long enough,” the Gem leader noted as she stepped up to the kids. 

“Great! Then you’re in on the plan to get Dipper and Pacifica to be an official couple then?��� Mabel asked with an eager smile. “This sort of thing is right up your alley, Garnet. After all, you are certified expert when it comes to all things love and romance!”

“Hm, thanks,” Garnet smirked, adjusting her shades, though her smile quickly fell into seriousness all the same. “But I can’t say I’m completely in on the plan.”

“Aw, why not?” Mabel frowned, disappointed. 

“Mabel,” Garnet began, kneeling down to the girl’s level. “I know you mean well in trying to help your brother find love. And… you’re not wrong. There definitely is something there between him and Pacifica. Believe me, I know. I’ve been watching them over the past week too.”

“You have?” Steven asked, bewildered. “Why?”

The Gem leader grinned once more at this. “Let’s just say I could see the sparks flying between those two from a mile away. Even back before either of them knew it.”

“Oh my goooosh!” Mabel gasped, excited beyond measure. “So if even your future vision saw them falling in love, then that means they must belong together! In that case, we gotta get ourselves on matchmaking patrol STAT! Break out the romantic candles and the sweeping violin music! Steven, call up a reservation at the nearest fancy restaurant as fast as you can. We’re workin’ overtime here people, this is a love emergency!”

“Hold on there, Mabel,” Garnet cautioned much more calmly, effectively stopping Mabel’s frenetic energy right in its tracks. “There’s a better way of doing this. Love isn’t something that can just be rushed out the door; it needs time to grow, and for the people who are feeling it to grow along with it. And if we really want to bring Dipper and Pacifica together, then that’s what we have to do: help them grow together.”

“So… how do we do that?” Steven asked, curious.

The Gem leader smirked. “I have a few ideas in mind…”

“Then let’s try them!” Mabel readily lept on board. “All of them! No matter how big or crazy they might be or how many illegal fireworks might be involved in any number of them!”

“There’s no illegal fireworks involved in any of them,” Garnet informed evenly. 

“Oh, wait, that’s one of my ideas, sorry,” Mabel chuckled. “Still, this is a pretty big deal. I have a feeling we’re gonna need some extra help to make sure it all works out…”

“Help with what, dude?” Soos asked as him and Wendy entered the den for their break. 

“Oh, you know,” Mabel said with a casual grin. “Only making sure Dipper ends up with the one true love of his life!”

“Whoa, really?” Wendy asked, both her and Soos equally intrigued upon hearing this. “Well, good for him. I knew the kid would bounce back eventually. So who’s the lucky lady?”

“Pacifica Northwest,” Steven said, somewhat obliviously. 

“Whaaaaa?!” both coworkers exclaimed, exchanging a baffled glance at this. 

“No way!” Soos shook his head, amazed. “I thought Pacifica like, hated all of you guys.”

“She did, until Dipper worked his way into her heart and melted it entirely!” Mabel gushed dramatically. “Seriously, they’re so cute together, and they’d be even cuter if they would just admit how they really feel about each other! So what do you guys say? Are you in?”

“Oh yeah, of course!” Soos readily agreed. “Anything for Dipper, dude.”

“Yeah, what the heck, why not?” Wendy shrugged with a smooth grin. “This whole thing honestly sounds super wholesome and sweet, and besides, it’ll be a good excuse to get us out of work for the rest of the day.”

“Hey, hey!” Stan snapped, suddenly poking his head out from the gift shop upon overhearing this remark. “What have I told you kids before? There is never any good excuse to get out of work.”

“Oh, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel greeted the conman with a bright wave. “You’re just in time to help us get Dipper a girlfriend!”

The moment he heard this, Stan was unable to hold back a heavy burst of laughter, slapping his knee as he leaned up against the doorframe. “Ha! Especially not that!” he chortled, essentially beside himself with amusement as he looked to the group in the den incredulously. “That’s a good one! I mean, we all know the words ‘Dipper’, ‘getting’, and ‘girlfriend’ don’t even belong in the same sentence together! Seriously, Mabel, you’re splittin’ my sides here!”

“I wouldn’t speak so soon if I were you, Stan,” Garnet spoke up knowingly. “The chances of Dipper and Pacifica ending up together are much higher than you might think.”

“Pfft, oh what, did you see that with your fancy future powers--wait,” the conman stopped short as he considered exactly what the Gem leader had said. “Did… you just say Pacifica? As in that bratty, spoiled rotten Northwest girl?”

“Uh huh,” Steven nodded. “Her and Dipper have been hanging out a whole lot lately.”

“Cause they’re in looooove,” Mabel added with zealous smile. 

Stan, however, completely ignored them, his eyes growing wide with dawning realization. “As in the same Northwests who are so stupidly wealthy that they have way more money than they even know what to do with? Those Northwests?” 

“Oh boy,” Wendy smirked, crossing her arms. “I can already tell where this is about to go.”

“Well, then why didn’t you mention that from the get-go?!” Stan exclaimed with newfound excitement. “If Dipper really does get with that Northwest girl and they end up getting married someday, then we’ll all be RICH!”

“Does that mean you’re gonna help us out too, Mr. Pines?” Soos asked. 

“Are you kidding? Of course I am!” the conman said as though it was obvious. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to make absurd amounts of money without even doing anything and I’m not about to let any of you kids mess it up, and I’m especially not about to let Dipper mess it up!”

“Actually, Dipper’s not the one you’ll have to worry about on that front,” Garnet noted, though once again, Stan largely paid her no mind as caught up in his own flights of fantasy over the matter. 

“So what are we sitting around here waiting for?” the conman asked, dollar signs practically in his eyes. “Let’s get those kids hitched so I can finally buy my own private island in the Carribean, just like I’ve always dreamed of!”

“Uh, m-maybe we should just settle for getting them together for now?” Steven suggested much more rationally. 

“Eh, that works too,” Stan shrugged as everyone came in close to begin properly planning. “Just as long as I walk outta the wedding with the deed to my new personal island when it’s all said and done.”

***

Despite the many hands involved, the first stages of planning out a starting scheme went surprisingly smoothly. And in the end, the entire group walked out of their meeting with something that they all hoped and believed had a solid chance at working; the only thing they had to do was to make it all happen. 

Securing a venue for the affair was easy enough of a task; the temple house had just enough room and would do the job nicely, especially after Steven, Mabel, Soos, and Wendy spent the better half of an afternoon stringing up lights and setting up tables. In the process, they managed to recruit Connie, Pearl, and Amethyst into their plans as well, with the former all set up to provide a romantic violin accompaniment while the latter pair would handle the food. Strangely though, neither Garnet nor Stan really participated in the preparations, save for dropping in to carry out a table here, take a few plates and utensils there, even cart off one of the flower arrangements for some unknown reason that neither of them would never explain, no matter how many times they were asked. Even so, the others managed to pull their plans together in record time, with everything and everyone set up perfectly in place just as evening began to fall. All that was left was to bring the hopefully soon-to-be couple into the mix and let nature take its course. 

While, of course, not letting either of them in on that plan at all. 

“Ok, seriously, you guys, what is going on?!” Dipper asked with a frustrated huff as Steven and Mabel shoved him out the Mystery Shack’s front door. Out of nowhere, the pair had pounced on him, forcing him into a clean-cut dress shirt and freshly-pressed pair of pants before they essentially held him down to run a comb through his hair. By the end of it all, even he had to admit he was dressed to impress, though for what reason, he hadn’t the faintest idea. 

“Oh, you’ll see…” Mabel said with a leading grin, more or less dragging her brother up towards the temple. 

“That’s what you guys have been saying for the past two hours now!” Dipper protested, thoroughly aggravated. “And it’s not good enough anymore! I need some answers now! Why are you guys acting so weird? And why did you force me to get all dressed up like this?”

“Aw, sorry, Dipper!” Steven said much more apologetically. “We’d tell you, but that’d ruin the surprise!”

“What surprise?” Dipper asked, still quite disgruntled as they all stepped up onto the temple’s porch. 

“This one!” Steven and Mabel chimed in cheery unison as they threw the door open to reveal the equally bewildered heiress standing just on the other side of it. 

Surprised, Pacifica spun around, showing off the simple, yet classy teal tea tress she was wearing. Her golden hair carried a slight wave to it, her face peppered with just a little bit more makeup than usual, creating an elegant, natural, appealing look. All the same, her eyes widened as she caught sight of Dipper, looking his own formal attire over for a moment before she ultimately broke into a small, impressed smile. “Hey.”

“H-hey,” he returned her greeting much more tightly, trying his best not to show just how mesmerized he actually was by how lovely she looked. 

“Its working!” Mabel whispered to Steven, unable to hide the huge grin on her face. “It’s working!”

“Its starting to,” Steven agreed, chuckling before speaking up to the entranced pair with a formal bow. “Sir, madam, your table awaits.”

“Wait, what?” Pacifica blinked back into reality, confused. “Table?”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on,” Dipper cut in, sending Steven and Mabel a suspicious glare. “This better not be-”

“A date! Yep, you got it!” Mabel exclaimed, pressing past the pair into the shack. 

“A-a date?!” Pacifica flinched, startled as her cheeks flushing bright red as she looked to Dipper, battled and distressed. 

“Pacifica, I swear I had no idea they were planning this!” he quickly assured, scowling at the pair. “Though in retrospect I guess I should have seen this coming considering how you guys always take these sort of things way too far…”

“What was that?” Mabel asked with a growing smirk as she stood before the curtain obscuring the rest of the house. “I couldn’t hear you over that romantic violin music.” She paused, her smile fading as she realized no such music was wafting through the building. “I said… that romantic violin music!”

“Oh! Sorry!” Connie called from the other side of the curtain. At this prompting, she began to play an elegant solo piece, one that Steven and Mabel used as their cue to pull the curtain back to finally reveal their master plan. 

“Prepare yourselves… for a night of romance!” Mabel proclaimed, throwing a dramatic hand out to the setup behind her. In just a few hours alone, the rag-tag team had turned the house into a makeshift restaurant, complete with Christmas lights and candles in an attempt at creating a sense of atmosphere and ambiance, though in reality it ended up coming across as somewhat cheap, perhaps even a bit cheesy. A handful of small tables had been set up, complete with lacy tablecloths and fine plastic dining ware, and at each of those tables sat a different, romantically-involved couple, each of which had been invited for the sole purpose of filling the restaurant up. 

The couple that was clearly enjoying themselves the most was Soos and Melody, the latter of whom just so happened to be visiting town at just the right time to make this impromptu date possible. They sat leaning in close, warmly conversing all the while as they absently munched on their breadstick appetizers before they happened to grab the same exact one, opting to eat it together until it led up to a brief, but very welcome kiss. Sitting at the table across from them was Robbie and Tambry, neither of whom were very invested in their date as much as they were sending each other flirtatious text messages, occasionally reacting to said messages with a coy grin across the table. Surprisingly, Lars and Sadie were also present, though quite begrudgingly so, given how flustered they were as they realized just how romantic the atmosphere around them actually was, something they were clearly uninformed of in advance. And still several other couples sat somewhat boredly as Wendy casually waited on their tables and Connie kept her gentle violin accompaniment going all the while. Even as a very audible argument began to break out between the pair of “chefs” in the very open kitchen nearby. 

“Amethyst, for the last time, nachos are not considered fine dining!” Pearl huffed, clearly irritated. 

“Oh yeah, and how would you know, P?” Amethyst retorted, still trying to prepare the simple snack food despite the white Gem’s protests. “You don’t even eat.”

“Maybe not, but I do know refined elegance when I see it and nachos certainly are not that!”

“Huh, and things were going so smoothly in here too…” Steven noted with a concerned frown that he was quick to chase away with a forced smile as he turned back to Dipper and Pacifica. “N-not that there’s a problem, because there isn’t!”

“Uh, yeah, there is,” Dipper replied flatly. 

“Oh, and what might that problem be, dear brother?” Mabel asked, trying to maintain an air of class despite how classless the scene behind her was. 

“Well for starters, you invited half the town to… whatever this is,” Dipper huffed, waving a hand out at the restaurant. “And second of all, you guys just threw all this together without even asking either me or Pacifica! I mean, did it ever occur to you that maybe we didn’t want you guys setting us up on some big, embarrassing date? B-because we don’t. We definitely don’t…” He essentially had to hold back a disappointed sigh as he said this, and likewise, he didn’t even bother to glance back at Pacifica behind him. Though if he would have, he’d have gotten a glance at an expression that was every bit as crestfallen and fretful as his own. “Right?” 

“Um, y-yeah…” the heiress forced herself to say, frowning as she wrapped her arms around herself and looked to the floor. “Right…”

“More like right idea, wrong execution.” 

The kids were all quite surprised by this interruption as Garnet suddenly stepped into the house, a confident grin on her face as she looked down to the hesitant pair in front of her. “Dipper, Pacifica, your other table awaits,” she stepped aside, holding the door open to the night air outside. 

“Other table?” Steven and Mabel whispered to each other, completely bewildered by this turn of events. 

Likewise, Dipper and Pacifica exchanged a wondering glance, but even so, they decided to at the very least follow the Gem leader’s lead, curious to know where it might take them. At the same time, Garnet silently beckoned Steven and Mabel, as well as Connie to pick up shop and follow after her, which they all did, even despite their palpable confusion. 

“Hey, wait, where you guys goin’?” Amethyst called as she noticed the group heading out the door. “What are we supposed to do with all these nachos?!”

“Not serve them to our guests, obviously,” Pearl scowled, snatching a plate away from the purple Gem before she hastily grabbed it right back. 

“Ah well,” she shrugged with a smirk before scarfing down the entire plate whole in full view of their very confused patrons. “More for me!”

***

As initially out of the loop as Dipper and Pacifica themselves were, now it was Mabel and Steven’s turn, for as the two of them and Connie treaded after Garnet and the couple from a distance, they couldn’t help but wonder exactly what shakeup to their well thought out plans the Gem leader had in mind. Which was exactly what Steven ventured to ask her as she continued to lead the group out past the shack and into the forest instead. 

“Um, Garnet?” he asked in a whisper as him, Mabel, and Connie caught up to the Gem leader. “Where are we going?”

“That’s a surprise,” Garnet said, a finger to her lips as she vaguely nodded back at the pair behind her. 

“Uh, n-not to sound like Nervous Nelly here, but this... wasn’t part of the plan,” Mabel frowned anxiously. 

“It was,” the Gem leader countered. “It’s just a bit of a different spin on the plan. I figured those two would appreciate just a little more privacy. And I wasn’t the only one to think so either.”

“Yeah, that’s right, which means you three oughta give them that privacy!” Steven, Mabel, and Connie all gasped in surprise as Stan of all people suddenly pulled all three of them aside, away from the setup that Garnet was taking the pair still following her to. 

“Grunkle Stan?” Mabel asked, bewildered. “What are you doing out here?”

“Like I said before, I ain’t about to let anyone mess this whole shebang up,” the conman said bluntly. “And that includes you kids. So sit back and watch some real romance happen. Or at least romance according to Shades over there, though since she’s pretty much in constant honeymoon mode, I’d say they’re in pretty good hands.”

“Boy, I’ll say,” Connie agreed, glancing forward and prompting Steven and Mabel to do the same. “Look!”

Garnet had finally stopped, Dipper and Pacifica pausing behind her as they looked around the dark, yet very open clearing they were now standing in with a shared sense of confusion. That is, until the Gem leader swept her hands out, somehow filling the entire area with a soft sort of gentle, multi-colored light, all of which radiated from the handful of iridescects filling the jars and lanterns strung across the clearing. Under that light sat a single table, set only for two, and every bit as warm and inviting as the rest of the serene, intimate setting very much was. 

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Garnet concluded with a simple smile as she turned to the pair, pulling down her shades a bit to reveal her trio of eyes, the topmost of which offered them a brief, knowing wink. “Enjoy.”

And with that, the Gem leader stepped aside, joining Stan and the kids back in the shadows of the surrounding trees. As she did, Dipper and Pacifica looked to each other once more, both of them equally perplexed as they tried to make sense of exactly what both of them had been unwittingly dragged into. 

“W-well, I gotta admit,” Pacifica began diffidently. “This… wasn’t what I was expecting when Mabel texted me earlier and told me to dress up nice and come all the way out here without even explaining why.”

“Ugh, Pacifica, I’m so sorry about all of this,” Dipper sighed tiredly. “I don’t know what those two were thinking with all this. Well, actually… I know exactly what Mabel was thinking, b-but that doesn’t matter. A-anyway, if you wanna call it a night and go home, I wouldn’t blame you. I mean, this is probably way more awkward than you ever could have bargained for…”

“N-no, its not!” Pacifica suddenly exclaimed, far more intently than she had meant to. She recanted somewhat, flustered, though she still managed a small, genuine smile all the same. “I-I mean… it’s actually really… sweet that your sister and your friends would throw all this together for us. E-even if it is sort of… out of the blue. Still, y-you… wouldn’t want all their hard work to just go to waste, would you?”

Briefly, Dipper paused, looking between heiress and the table before them, both of which were practically aglow in the low light surrounding them. And despite his staunch rejection of this so-called ‘date’ before, he found himself hard pressed to turn the offer down when Pacifica herself was the one presenting it to him. “N-no, I guess not,” he shrugged just as apprehensively, following after her as she moved to take a seat. 

Things were still somewhat stilted as they did so, however, the noises of nighttime filling in for any sort of actual conversation. That is, until they happened to lift the covers off their plates to reveal the deceptively simple, but surprisingly meaningful meal underneath. 

“Oh! Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!” Pacifica laughed brightly, absolutely charmed the once again heart-shaped snack. “How’d they know?”

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know the answer to that,” Dipper remarked, chuckling himself. “Honestly, I still can’t believe how much you liked PB&J the first time you tried it. It was pretty funny to see you get so excited over something as simple as a sandwich.”

“Ugh, no, it wasn’t,” the heiress smirked, blushing. “It was embarrassing. Even if that sandwich was totally delicious.”

The pair shared another laugh over this, one that was filled with warm that didn’t slip away, even after it was over. “You know…” Pacifica began with a soft, easy smile. “Even though we can both agree that this isn’t a… ‘date’, it’s still really nice to just be here… together…”

“Y-yeah…” Dipper agreed with a grin that was every bit as genuine as the heiress’ own. “It is…”

As the pair continued their casual conversation, they had largely forgotten about the group spectating over them from the sidelines. While both Garnet and Stan had taken a much more discreet, wiser approach to watching in the woods, Steven, Mabel, and Connie had all scaled a nearby tree to get a better vantage point. They had perched themselves on an obscured branch, just out of the pair’s view, but still giving them a perfect spot to see and hear everything that was going on between them. And suffice to say, they were quite happy with what they were seeing. 

“Oh my gosh, Garnet was right, this was way better than our old plan!” Mabel gasped, delighted as the pair leaned in a bit from their respective ends on the table, laughing softly all the while. For a moment, it seemed as though their hands were about to overlap, though just before they could, they both ended up drawing back, noticeably flustered as their conversation carried on all the same. “But… they’re still holding back…” Mabel frowned upon seeing this. “Ugh! I can’t deal with all this ‘will they/won’t they’ tension! I need those two to finally get to Smooch City already!”

“Hm…” Steven mused, staring down at the pair. “There’s gotta be something we can do. What did Garnet say again? We have to help them grow together?” The young Gem paused, looking around the dimly lit clearing for anything that could give him an idea. And sure enough, he found that idea in the form of the violin still resting in Connie’s arms. “That’s it! Connie, can you play us a song? Something slow and easy, but emotional and passionate? Like a love song!”

“Well,” Connie grinned, positioning her bow to play. “Let’s see what I can come up with…” After a few practice notes, she was quick to find her footing in a smooth, natural, calmly-tempoed tune, one that soon filled the entire clearing with its gentle, pleasing sound. 

“Yes, that’s perfect!” Steven whispered, stars in his eyes. “Now, if only I had my-”

“I’ve got you covered,” Garnet said as she handed the young Gem’s ukelele up to him. 

“Thanks!” he smiled back down at her, quickly tuning his own instrument before finding the perfect place to jump into Connie’s melody to create a sweet, soothing duet. One that wasn’t lost on the pair listening to it from down below. 

“Yeesh,” Dipper shook his head, facepalming. “They just don’t know when to quit with this stuff, do they? Remind me to get new friends and a new sister when all this is over.” Pacifica couldn’t hold back a small snort of a laugh at this remark, one that admittedly caught Dipper off guard from the very second he heard it. “Whoa, since when do you snort when you laugh?”

“Augh! Sorry!” the heiress flushed, covering her face in embarrassment. “It’s something my parents have tried to break me out of doing ever since I was little. They say its ‘not ladylike’, but sometimes I-I guess sometimes the snort just can’t help but slip through the cracks.”

“Well, I’m glad it does,” Dipper remarked, not even realizing just how red his own face was as he forced himself to maintain eye contact with her, largely speaking without thinking at this point. “Cause to be honest, i-its really… well, cute.”

By this point, Pacifica’s smile was so wide and so elated that she couldn’t help but let the bright, cherished feelings sparking within her brim over, urging her to be bold, urging her to take a chance, urging her to cross the line. Which she did in the form of something quite simple really; by doing nothing more than slowly, carefully resting her hand on top of Dipper’s own. “Say, Dipper…” she began thoughtfully, perhaps even a bit leadingly as she met his awestruck expression evenly. “You remember the night of the party, right? After the ghost was gone and we just went out there danced like a bunch of total dorks for hours and hours until we couldn’t anymore?” 

“Heh, how could I forget?” he answered, finally tearing his gaze away from their hands and toward her imploring smile instead. 

“Do you maybe wanna… I dunno… give that another go?” she offered, her tone soft and hopeful as the musical melody continued sweeping through the air, practically inviting them to move along to it. “W-we don’t have to, of course, I just thought… W-well, it might be-”

“‘Fun, or something’?” he countered, repeating the very words she had used the last time she’d asked him to dance. “Y-yeah, I think it would too, though… I, uh… don’t really know how to dance to something like, um… well, this.” He paused, allowing the almost waltz-like tune to fill in once again. 

“Oh, it’s easy,” Pacifica assured as they stood and stepped up to each other. “All you have to do is just put this hand here, and this other hand here…” she trailed off, steadying herself as she rested one of his hands against her back before she took his other one. As apprehensive as he clearly was, his touch was light and more than welcome, especially as she met his anxious, yet adapting expression with a soft, good-natured smile of her own. “And then… you just go.”

And with that, their dance began, Pacifica leading it given her greater experience with this sort of skill. It began slow and easy, though still in time with the music as they spun in calm, cool circles near their table, their eyes never drifting away from each other all the while. And as that melody carried them on across the clearing, Steven decided to put words to it as he strummed along, creating a fitting love song for the pair that was clearly starting to fall into exactly that. 

“How could it be? Now do you see? Its starting all at once…”

Prompted on by these gentle lyrics, they spun out wider, greater, with Pacifica gradually letting Dipper take the lead as he grew more and more comfortable with each and every step. True, he was still new to this, but she trusted him, she always had, from that very moment he’d helped her realize she could be so much kinder, so much stronger, so much happier than she’d ever thought possible. Happiness that she always, always felt in full form whenever he was by her side.

“You take a leap, then fall in deep. Slow at first, then all at once…”

Perhaps it was the night air or the colorful lights or the dreamlike music urging them onward, but urged by whatever it was, Dipper accepted the lead Pacifica was giving him, using it to spin her out swiftly yet carefully. When he pulled her back in, it was as though her eyes were sparkling as she looked to him, unquestionable elation and excitement filling them to the point that both were instantly infectious. For a brief moment, he could hardly believe that this moment was real, that they were here, together, like this. Certainly it had to be some sort of dream or fantasy and yet as he looked to her again, felt her hand intertwined with his own, he knew that this perhaps the realest thing in the entire world, the realest feeling he’d ever experienced in his entire life. 

“Doubts disappear, there’s no more fear. And it happens all at once…”

Gradually yet naturally, their pace began to slow, their twirls becoming more lofty as the music did the same. Their hearts were both admittedly racing, both from their ongoing dance and from nerves, fear, and exhilaration all at the same time. But there was no question they treasured all of those feelings. They wanted to cling onto that moment, as blissful and sweet as it was. They wanted it, and everything it represented, to last for as long as it was able, even as the song soon came to its peaceful, promising end. 

“Now that you know, your hearts can grow…. Together, all at once…”

Even as the lyrics reached their gentle conclusion, Connie and Steven continued playing their song, albeit a bit softer as the couple opted to ultimately slow dance to it down below. For awhile, neither Dipper nor Pacifica said anything as they continued, their hands still pressed together and their eyes tightly locked on nothing other than each other all the while. When this lingering silence finally was broken, however, Dipper was the one to do it, even if his voice was barely over a whisper when he did. 

“A-are you ok?” he asked softly, intently. 

“Y-yeah…” she nodded, just as subdued as he was. “I… I’m just a little dizzy.”

“Oh. S-should we stop?”

“No…” “Never,” she wanted to say, but she didn’t. And yet, despite this, they still stopped all the same, still holding onto each other loosely as they stared at each other, entranced and enchanted and unsure of what might happen next. That is, until, acting not on reason or logic or any sort of thought at all, slowly but surely they both began to lean in, their faces steadily drawing closer together, much to the delight of the trio watching them from the trees.

“YES!” Mabel shouted in a bright, elated whisper as she pulled out her camera to capture the moment as it happened. “This is it! Smooch City here they come!”

“I’m so happy for them!” Steven grinned joyously as tears started welling up in his eyes. “Oh man, I wish I’d brought a box of-” The young Gem stopped short as Garnet handed him off a box of tissues from down below right on time for his tears to begin to fall. “Thanks again!”

“Guys, shh!” Connie cautioned with a small, amused chuckle. “You’ll ruin their moment!”

Steven and Mabel were quick to pipe down at this, opting to instead watch in anticipation as Dipper and Pacifica only continued to move in closer and closer. For what felt like ages, nothing else seemed to matter, not the several sets of eyes they knew were on them, or the radiant colored lights all around. As if on instinct, their eyes both slipped shut, both of them breathless as they braved themselves to bound across the line and let their hearts lead the way. 

Until, at the very last minute, when one of them realized exactly what was happening. And as soon as they did, they were all too quick to fearfully pull away. 

Once Pacifica noticed her eager lips had been kept waiting, she hesitantly opened her eyes, only to see something that made her heart immediately plummet. For some reason, Dipper had pulled away, relinquishing his hold on her entirely as he took a small step back. His expression was rife with dread and guilt as he all but refused to make eye contact with her and instead gazed downward fretfully. 

“D-Dipper?” Pacifica dared to venture, newfound hurt filling into her own expression as she reached an almost trembling hand out toward him. 

“I-I... “ he hesitated, finally looking up at her before shaking his head. “I-I can’t do this… I’m sorry…”

The heiress flinched, awestruck as she watched him turn to leave her behind without even explaining why at all. All of the previous warmth that had once spread throughout her was now filled in with a bitter chill, one that carried into her tone as she worked up the courage to fiercely call him out. “S-so that’s it then?” she asked in disbelief. “Y-you’re just gonna walk away like its nothing? I thought… I thought you… t-that we were…” She took in a sharp breath, forcing every ounce of willpower she had to keep herself from breaking down entirely. “I-I guess it doesn’t matter what I thought, does it? Because clearly, you weren’t thinking the same thing.”

Dipper let out a long, remorseful sigh at this, briefly glancing over his shoulder at her to meet her bitter gaze. “Pacifica, that’s not-”

“Oh, what? That’s not it?” Pacifica filled in, obviously frustrated. “Then what is it, Dipper? Is… is it me?”

“W-what?” Dipper turned fully at this, seemingly distressed. 

“Look, I get it, ok?” the heiress continued, choking back a small, harsh sob. “I treated you and your sister and your friends terribly. I was awful to everyone and, a-a lot of the time, I feel like I still am except for when I’m with you. Y-you made me want to try to be someone better, to be somebody who’s actually worth all the effort but… b-but… I guess that’s not good enough, is it?” She let out a small, pained laugh at this, her tears finally falling as she shook her head. “I should have known; after all, nothing I ever do is ever good enough for anyone, right?”

She was more than ready to resign herself to such a grim thought, a thought that she had always been taught her entire life and had only recently begun to believe could be false. But all too quickly she was being reminded of just how miserably true it really was, just how hopeless and powerless she to make that change she desperately wanted. 

Until, of course, he came along and, in a single moment, pulled her right out of the darkness of that despair and back into the light, just as he had before. Only this time, it was in the very last way she could have ever expected:

With a kiss. 

She barely had time to react, to think as she felt it, his lips pressed against hers in perhaps the most surprising moment of her entire life. Admittedly, it was quite surprising for him too, especially as he realized exactly what his feeling had so recklessly, thoughtlessly pushed him into doing. And yet it was too late to take it back now, for they there were, standing there, kissing of all things, both of them feeling absolutely ridiculous… and absolutely wonderful all at the same time. 

“YESSSSSSS!” Mabel cheered as quietly as she could as she snapped a picture from the trees. “I got it! This baby is getting an entire scrapbook page all to itself!”

“I-I’m so glad you brought these tissues along, Garnet,” Steven sniffled as he glanced down at the Gem leader. “C-cause I’m really needing them now!”

“You’re not the only one,” Garnet grinned, thumbing away a stray proud tear of her own. 

“Huh,” Stan remarked, absolutely dumbfounded as he watched the scene unfold. “Who could’ve guessed the kid actually had it in him? Either way, I’ll be rollin’ in dough in no time!”

These collective, excited reactions were all but lost on Dipper and Pacifica themselves as they slowly drew away, their faces still close as they tried their best to catch their breath and regain their bearings. After all, everything had just changed in an instant; and yet neither of them could deny that it was an instant in which they could go back to and live in forever, for all it was worth. 

“O-Ok…” Pacifica spoke up first, uncertain. “Now I’m really confused. A-are you like… trying to play some sort of mind game with me?” 

“N-no!” Dipper quickly, anxiously replied, gripping her hand and holding onto it tightly. “I’m not, I-I’m sorry, I just… I-It's not you, please, don’t think it’s you. I love how much you’ve been trying to change and it is good enough and it’s always been good enough and I… I’m just rambling at this point, aren’t I?”

“Um… yeah, sort of?” the heiress raised an eyebrow. “What exactly are you trying to say here?”

“I-I don’t know!” he admitted earnestly, absolutely overwhelmed by all of the thoughts in his head conflicting with the feelings in his heart. “I’m just so bad at these sort of things, I always have been, e-even… even the last time I felt this way about someone…”

“L-last time?” she asked, concerned. “Wait… you mean that crush you used to have on that Wendy girl?”

“W-wha--how did you know about that?!”

“Mabel told me,” she said with an understanding smile. “I didn’t really know why she did… until now, I guess.”

“Ugh, like I said earlier, remind me to get a new sister…” Dipper grumbled, letting out a long groan as he allowed himself to flop down to sit in the grass, defeated. Pacifica hesitated a moment, but ultimately joined him, sitting close, though not too close, as she waited for a long enough beat of silence to pass before speaking up. 

“Uh… so if you don’t mind me asking, what happened with… that whole situation?” she asked, curious. 

“It was dumb,” Dipper shook his head dejectedly. “I was dumb. She’s way older than me and I knew that, but I just had to go and fall in love with her even though some part of me always knew it was never gonna work out. So I spent so long being all anxious and scared and coming up with all these crazy plans to get her to impress her when it all just ended up being a huge waste of time in the end anyway. But then, after it did fall apart, I started to wonder if I was ever really in love with her at all? Like… maybe I just thought I was all this time? I don’t know…” he sighed, closing his eyes thoughtfully. “I know this sort of stuff is all a part of growing up, but that doesn’t keep it from being less confusing…”

“W-well, at least we have that in common,” Pacifica grinned slightly. “After all, I’m all new to this stuff too…”

“Wait… you are?” Dipper looked to her, amazed. “Aren’t you like, the most popular girl in town? I would have thought you’d have had a thousand boyfriends by now.”

“Heh, never any real ones,” the heiress chuckled. “More like stuffy suitors my parents forced me to hang out with to make their business partners or the press happy. But I never actually cared about any of those guys… until… until you.”

“Pacifica…” Dipper said quietly, unsure of what to follow it up with, though thankfully he didn’t have to as she continued for him. 

“I… think I finally get it… why you held back at first,” she explained, slowly taking his hand once more. “It’s… hard wondering if you’ll ever really be good enough, working so hard to try to be the best you can for something that you’re not even sure is gonna work out in the end. It’s like a weight… one that’s so heavy you sometimes wonder how you can even carry it all without being crushed completely. So in a way… I guess we both have our own weights we need to carry, huh?”

He hesitated, though only for a moment. And in that moment, he realized that while his supposedly infatuated interactions with Wendy had always felt awkward and stilted, with Pacifica, it was like always seemed to know exactly what to say and do. A fact that, once again, proved to be completely true as he gave her the kind, easy smile he knew she deserved. “Well,” he began, prompted on by courage he didn’t know he had. Courage that was fueled by affection that he was now absolutely, finally certain of as he offered her hand a steady, supportive squeeze. “Maybe we can carry those weights together. That is… if you want to…”

Tears were welling up in the heiress’ eyes, though this time, they were filled with unquestionable joy as she nodded warmly. “Of course…” she whispered blissfully, somewhat playfully as she began to lean in closer to him. “But only if we take things slow…”

“Like I said, I’ve never done this before,” he laughed, overwhelmed once more, though by feelings of an entirely different, much better kind. “So slow is the only way I really know how to go.”

“Same here… and that’s perfectly fine with me,” she agreed, her eyes closing along with his as they drew in, this time entirely on purpose. 

And on that purpose, their lips met once more. Perhaps even more than their first kiss, this second one was genuine, crisp, and warm, one guided not by fear or guilt but by instinct, by fondness, by faith that this could and would work out. As it continued, she lifted her hand to rest gingerly against his cheek as he absently weaved his fingers through her hair, the mere touches alone striking even more soaring emotions within them both. And by the time it was all over, it felt as though by that kiss alone they had solidified something, that they had made a promise to themselves and each other that this was the start of a bond, of a relationship that they’d cherish and protect, no matter what might come their way. 

For as long and dreamlike as it all was, eventually, that kiss did eventually come to its natural end, though even as it did, they lingered close, their foreheads pressed lightly together as they shared a small, sweet laugh. However, for as tender as this moment was, it didn’t last long before it was inevitably interrupted by the flood of excitement that rushed out to meet them. 

“Mazel tov to the happy, brand new couple!” Mabel cheered, catching the pair off guard as she tossed a handful of rice over them from behind. Steven stood alongside her, brightly applauding while Connie hurried over to try to keep them from ruining the moment any more than they already had. 

“M-Mabel! Steven!” Dipper exclaimed as him and Pacifica pulled away, flustered. “What are you guys-”

“Oh, no need to thank us, bro-bro,” Mabel grinned proudly. “We were more than happy to make a match out of a couple as cute as you two, right, Steven?”

“Right!” the young Gem happily agreed. “Though… to be honest, I think we owe a lot of our success here to Garnet.”

“Well, my experience in the field of romance has never steered me wrong before,” the Gem leader remarked, grinning as she stepped up to the group. 

“Hey! Don’t forget about me!” Stan cut in brashly. “I helped set all this up too! Speaking of which…” The conman threw on an amicable, somewhat patronizing smile as he looked to Pacifica. “Welcome to the family, kid. Does folks on your side of the tracks still do that whole dowry thing? And if so, how much are your parents willing to fork out for yours? Just asking for the sake of reference.”

“Uh…” Pacifica trailed off, exchanging a bewildered glance with Dipper over such an odd question. 

“Ugh, come on, you guys…” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning to his new girlfriend with an apologetic smile. “S-sorry. I hope you don’t mind dealing with… them.” He nodded to the group surrounding them, composed of Steven, Mabel, and even Garnet’s wide, elated smiles and Stan’s much more greedy one. 

Even so, the heiress let out a bright, genuinely amused chuckle at their antics, one that did more than enough to set Dipper at ease that she’d find a way to fit in among his occasionally overbearing friends and family just fine. “I think I’ll get used to it,” she grinned, accepting his hand as he helped her up to stand. “After all, I’d much rather deal with them than my family.”

“Well then, like Grunkle Stan said, welcome to ours!” Mabel quipped, throwing an arm around both Dipper and Pacifica’s shoulders as she sandwiched herself between them. “Oh my gosh, Pacifica! Does this technically make us sisters now?!”

“Um… I’m pretty sure that’s now how any of this works,” Pacifica noted sardonically. 

“Alright, everyone, it’s getting pretty late out here,” Garnet spoke up, nodding over to the jars of iridescects that were starting to dim as they fell asleep for the night. “Let’s head back to the shack; I’ll make everyone some hot chocolate.”

“Ooo yeah!” Steven exclaimed excitedly, readily following after the Gem leader as she began to head back. “And we can put on a movie too!”

“Something romantic for you two lovebirds to cuddle up to,” Mabel added, offering Dipper and Pacifica a sly wink.

Even though Dipper let out an exasperated sigh at this, Pacifica merely chuckled once more, a laugh that Dipper himself couldn’t help but join in after a moment or two. As the others all went on ahead, the newly-formed couple trailed at the back of the group, their hands inconspicuously intertwining as they set out. As their fingers laced themselves together, they shared a soft smile, realizing just how well their hands fit together, how well they fit together. It was strange, perhaps even downright bizarre just how two people, so completely different yet also so very much the same, hand ended up together, but through fate or luck or something else entirely, they had. And as they strolled through the darkness into their fledgling future together, at long last, neither of them had any doubts left at all. Their feelings for each other were real, rich, and radiant, and there was no question in either of their hearts or minds, that together was exactly where they needed to be. 

“Now that you know, your hearts can grow…”

“Together....”

“All at once…”

Next:

[blondie1locks]

Eddie Spaghetti

This is a sick fic, and paring is  Reddie, enjoy!

The losers club got together very often, they would go to the quarry, ride into town on their bikes, and well go anywhere Henry Bowers wasn't. The one thing they enjoyed the most though was Movie Night. Every Friday night the losers would get together at someones house, ok fine every Friday night the losers would get together at Ben’s house because he was the only one who had both a TV and normal parents. Nobody would EVER miss it, well that was probably because it had only been going on for about a month, but still they had a record. So of course when Eddie woke up feeling off he knew he just couldn't miss movie night, they would all expect him to be the one to break the record, he wasn't sick nearly as much as his mother said he was, but he did get sick like a lot. He woke up in his bed sheets sticky with sweat, and just brushed it off his head was pounding, so he decided to get some Advil when he went downstairs, but being sure not to be too obvious about his pain so that his mother would let him go to school. He put the Advil in his fanny pack and walked up to the breakfast table in his red stripped shirt and fairly short shorts. “Eddie, Honey don't forget to take your pills!” He heard his mom call from the next room over as she put in her earrings. “I wouldn't dream of it Ma.” He replied simply. Sonia walked into the room and began making eggs. “Eddie you look a little pale did you sleep alright?” “You know pale skin can be caused by reduced blood flow, or oxygen, oh goodness it can also mean you have a decreased number of red blood cells!” “Oh Eddie this is not good maybe we should go to the Doctor so he can make sure...” She was cut off by Eddie “Ma, Im fine I just am a little uh hungry.” She looked a little skeptical, but gave in anyways “Oh alright well then you better eat a lot of eggs this morning.” He gulped quietly even the thought of eating anything much less a large portion of it made his stomach twist up in knots, he just prayed he could keep these eggs down. “Yes mommy.” He ate his eggs and he felt his stomach gurgle, He would be fine he thought, yes as soon as he got to school he would be fine. He hopped on his bike and pedaled slowly, much slower than usual, maybe this was because he felt very weak and tired, or maybe so that he wouldn't be seeing the eggs he just ate on the sidewalk in front of him. Whatever the reason he couldn't keep it up for long, once he got to the next turn the losers would be there waiting for him, and they would know something was up if he biked this slowly. Then a thought crossed his mind, what if he was late?! Eddie Kaspbrak had never once been late to school, he would miss from time to time when he was sick, but never was he late. Then another thought crossed his mind, What if the losers had gone with ought him?! He could not get this thought out of his head, he felt the walls of his brain closing in on him, and his airway getting tighter, he reacher into his fanny pack and puller out his inhaler. Taking a puff from it made these sensations almost immediately go away, but the taste made him gag, he felt a trail of spit and mucus fall off his bottom lip. Thank god he had not thrown up, was all he could think. Rounding the corner he saw that all the losers were there waiting for him. He felt very relived, but then he remembered that he would have to pick up his pace by quite a bit in order to suppress suspicion and to keep up with his friends. “Hey Eddie over here, You good?” He heard Bev say “Uh, yeah I’m fine.” He plastered on a fake smile “You look like shit dude, rough night with your mom, because I know I had one, You should have seen her all over me Eds...” “Beep Beep Richie! Fucking Beep beep Trashmouth.” “Oh Eddie Spaghetti you know you secretly love your future step dad!” “Shut...the fuck....up.” Eddie said “C-c-come on guys we are g-go-gonna be late for s-s-sch-school.” Bill said “Yeah hurry the fuck up Eddie.” Richie said. But Eddie could not hurry up the only thing he could to was slowly ride his bike while attempting to not gag, he felt like when his mother had brought him to church, it was so hot and stuffy, it made him feel almost faint, and he had kept gagging and coughing, so they had to leave. It was actually exactly like that, his knees buckled similarly to how they did when he had to kneel on the kneelers, and he felt stiff and uncomfortable like he was sitting on the hard wooden pew, he felt like the air was filled with sweat and it was hard to get a good breath, but this time it was not the sweaty air of the people in the church but his own. Eddie tried to peddle faster but his legs ached like they had not been used in 20 years and his head pounded like he had been punched in the face. “Coming.” Was all he could say, and he was but just rather slowly. The worried looks on his friends faces was enough to make him forget his pain, he HATED being fussed over, so he quickly peddled past his friends and they all laughed, including him. They arrived at school and the whole day Eddie felt like he was on one of those roller coasters that spun around and around and around, and went upside down while spinning, the kind that kicked your shoes off if they weren't lace ups. Twice he had to excuse himself (With permission of the teacher of course) To go to the bathroom and gag, he thought he would throw up, and he thought it might even feel better if he threw up, but all he was left with were dry heaves, and trails of spit humiliatingly leaving his mouth rolling off his bottom lip. The end of the day bell came and went and Eddie and his friends walked toward their homeroom, well more like Eddie, Richie, Ben and Bill, you see Beverly was two grades older than them, and Stanley was one grade below, not younger, because he really was their same age, he had just had to be held back, and not because he was dumb like Henry Bowers, oh no Stanley was smart. “Quite a smart cookie” his mom had said and she was right, he had been held back because he had to start school late, he was a rather sickly kid in Kindergarten, a trait which he outgrew, but unfortunately Eddie did not. They all biked over to Bens’s house happy to see Mike at the door step waiting for them. Mike was still homeschooled, so they didn't see him quite as much as they wished they did, but he always was there after school waiting for them to get out, and always wanting to know if anything interesting happened that day. Then the losers would all tell him about what happened and there was lots of laughter at this part of the day. “Guys, what movie do you want to watch?” Mike asked “I think we should watch the mummy, it will be scary for both Ben and Eddie!” Richie said “And I can fill Eddie in on all the details of how I fucked his mummy while he hides his face in my shoulder!” everyone laughed including Eddie but he still said “Shut the fuck up Richie” Between laughs. Eddie hated scary movies, but the losers had a habit of watching them, so like Richie had said Eddie would usually hide is face in Richie’s shoulder. They went inside and turned on the movie, but Eddie was so tired he felt like he just had to go upstairs, even if it wasn't his house. Ben’s house had 2 stories and a couch on each one, so Eddie asked Ben if he could go upstairs because he was tired and of course Ben said yes. “Aw come on Eds we don't really have to watch the mummy.” Richie said “Yeah we can watch something not scary.” Bev added “Don't listen to them Eddie if your tired you should go to sleep and come down later, it wouldn't break our record, don't be bribed by these fuckers.” Stan said in response. “Just down hook up with Ben’s Mom!” Richie cried as Eddie walked up the stairs earning him a middle finger from Eddie. An hour later Eddie woke up feeling like death itself and walked down the stairs. His throat hurt and his hair was all tanged, the losers were in the middle of a 2 hour long movie and It was pretty loud so nobody heard Eddie coming down the stairs “Richie” Eddie said in a horse voice he not only felt like death he sounded like death too all the losers whipped their heads around and Richie said “Oh my God Eddie what the Fuck happened to you.” Richie ran up to Eddie and Bev was the second to do so, followed by Bill, and the rest of the losers who didn't really want to get sick (Mike, Ben, and Stan) Eddie walked into the kitchen and all the other losers followed, he felt very overwhelmed. “Eddie are you okay..?” Ben asked “No dumbass he's not okay.” Stan replied “Shut the fuck up stan the man and Haystack!” “I think my little Eddie Spaghetti is trying to say something.” Richie said to the arguing boys. Eddie opened his mouth not sure what he was going to say he felt so overwhelmed, so many people around him and he was being fussed over, he didn't know what to do they were all looking at him. He shut his mouth, more stares, he just was so overwhelmed he felt a hot tear triple down his face, he didn't even want to see their reaction to that, he latched on to Richie hugging him, the smaller boy put his face into Richie’s chest, crying. Richie huge him back they just held onto each other for a second until Richie said “Whats wrong my little Edward Spaghedward?” Muffled nosies was Eddies reply until he said “I can't.” “You can't what Eds?” Richie was trying to be sincere, and he was succeeding, but he thought he had failed miserably when Eddie’s shoulders started to shake, now he was not only crying he was silently sobbing.  “Everyones looking at me..” Hiccup “I can't...” Hiccup “I don't feel good.” he hurried his head deeper into Richie’s chest at this. “Don't worry Eds They are gonna go finish the movie, right guys?” Without hesitation Mike, Stan, and Ben went to finish the movie Bill, whose big brother instincts had taken over wanted to stay but ultimately decided it was best to go finish the movie, not only because helping Eddie was not what Eddie wanted, but also because it made him think more about Gorgie, and he really didn't want to join the sobbing party. “Bev, are you um gonna leave now..?” Richie said trying his best not to sound like a complete jackass “I’m not leaving, you don't know how to make him feel better, because you don't know anything about taking care of sick people, Eddie knows the most about it but I do know quite a bit.” “I care about him, not in the same way you do but, he's my friend and I hate to see him suffer.” Beverly finished up her explanation “I now deem you Mom of the group.” Richie said hitting beverly on the head with his hand. “Yeah ok great whatever Richie shouldn't we be focusing on Eddie right now?” Beverly stated flatly. Eddie who still had his face buried in Richies chest had began to subside his sobs until his shoulders were no longer bouncing up and down like that jello you get at the fair. “I don't feel good.” Eddie said quietly his voice was so small and in pain it broke Richie’s heart. “I know Eddie your gonna be okay though.” Richie tried to be reassuring but it was not as much of a second nature for him as cussing or doing his voices was. “Rich, I’m gonna go see if Ben has a thermometer, I’m worried that Eddie has a fever he seems sort of...I don't know out of it I guess.” Richie looked confused.   “That can be caused by fevers.” She added. “Oh okay well you go then I’ll stay here with my little Edward Spaghedward.” He smiled. “Pfft like you have a choice.” She chuckled at her own comment which was followed by Richie’s laughter, she headed off to talk to Ben on the off chance he might know where his own thermometer was. I swear these boys are so unorganized, they don't even know where there own school things are much less things in their house! She thought, but ultimately decided to talk to Ben anyway.  Richie didn't know what to do he had a most likely fever induced, delirious Eddie hanging onto him for dear life, fucking crying into his chest! He loved his Eddie spaghetti with his whole heart and would do anything for him, its not that this situation was awkward, no no it was far from that, the issue was that Richie could hardly take care of himself, how could he make sure his sick little Eddie was well taken care of? He had no prior knowledge on sickness before he met Eddie, and even after knowing him for like forever he never actually listened to the things Eddie was saying! Oh why didn't he listen!? Part of him wished that Eddie had latched onto Beverly, Richie knew that she had taken some dumb babysitting course so that she could get some extra money for the movies, well it’s not like she had told him but he had seen the certificate on her wall. Beverly Marsh certificate of  achievement for completing the Red Cross babysitting course in Derry Maine. What a bunch of bullshit, nobody could tell you how to babysit you just like watched the baby right? Richie did not know much about babysitting, and he never had and never planned to babysit. Richies thoughts were interrupted by a small squeak. “You okay?” Richie asked, he had no fucking idea what would make a person squeak like actually squeak, and if it were a different senero Richie would have laughed and made one of his famous jokes about it, but this was not that senero, instead Richie was worried that he had perhaps hugged Eddie too tightly, or maybe that Eddie was in pain. “Stomach..” Eddie replied softly “Do you feel like your gonna throw up?” Richie asked while stroking Eddie’s hair gently “I-I-I uh I don't know.” Eddie was shutting his eyes tightly he could feel his stomach twisting and turning and it was really painful, he felt tears in his eyes, not only from the crying but new ones created by this ache. His throat burned, acidic bile trailed up, he pulled away from Richie. This was enough clue for Richie to know that Eddie was going to throw up, he quickly helped Eddie over to the sink, which wasn't necessarily the best place to throw up, but it was better than the ground right? Eddie just could not bring himself to empty the contents of his ever churning stomach, he just could not do it, Eddie did not like to look at vomit, nobody did, but just thinking about all the germs and bacteria that a person threw up was enough to bring him into a panic attack. He knew he would feel better if he threw up, well he knew but it didn't really register, what did register was the fact that he would have to open his eyes and see his own vomit all over the sink, which would so surely put him into a panic attack, he felt bad enough already that was most certainly not what he needed. “Richie I-I-I I can't..” “Your not gonna throw up then?” Richie said relived “I’m too scared to.. I just don't wanna open my eyes and see it there reeking with all those germs and bacteria, its just I can I mean do you even know how many germs live inside of vomit..” He gaged. Richie rubbed circles onto Eddie’s back “Just let it out your gonna feel so much better, you can close your eyes okay?” “Just let it out okay?” Eddie could not talk he was so concentrated on not vomiting. It burned his throat more to hold back the vomit then it did to actually just puke, but the logical side of his brain was all out of proportion right now. “Your gonna hurt yourself trying to not puke Eds, Just feel the circles I'm rubbing on your back?” “They are gonna help you to just let go, I’m going to count to three alright, three and when I get to three you just relax, stop making your body tense up, and just puke, then you can just close your eyes, I’m going to help you up and that will be it.” “No big deal.” Richie said. No big deal Eddie reaped to himself, no big deal. “Okay Ready Spaghetti?” “One......” Eddie tried to relax a little more feeling the circles being rubbed on his back. No big deal no big deal. “Two....” Eddie was almost fully relaxed but he was still holding the vomit in. “Three.” It burned in the back of his throat, his eyesight was blurred with the tears as all his lunch, and some stomach acid was brought up, he heard to splash, watery vomit splashed all over the sink, after a few minutes though, it was over. “Shh shh, that's it my little spaghetti man, your okay, your okay, no big deal right?” “Now just keep your eyes closed shut them super tight, Im going to help you get back up from this leaning position.” Eddie did as he was told, he couldn't bear to open his eyes anyways so it was pretty easy. Richie helped Eddie back up, and wiped his mouth with a paper towel. “Feel any better Eds?” Eddie was looking very pale, and he replied with “Sort of.” Richie knew Eddie well better than any of the other losers, so he knew that Eddie was about to start crying before it even happened. He pulled him into his chest and Eddie cried, he cried because he felt like shit, and because he was aware of the smell of his own vomit, although Eddie did not know it he was somewhat afraid of vomit. So that's another reason why he cried, he cried because he felt safe to cry, safe with Richie holding him, and safe enough to show his true emotions. Richie hugged the smaller boy until he stopped crying, Beverly walked back into the room, aware immediately of the smell, well it was kind of hard to miss, and bearing with her the thermometer. Eddie went to sit down in one of the chairs positioned around a small circular wooden table just to the left of the kitchen. “He threw up?” She asked very quietly praying to god Eddie couldn’t hear. “Yeah.” Richie replied. “Oh, poor thing he's gonna be okay though as soon as we found out the source of his problems, which is most likely a fever.” “by the way how did you get him to like actually throw up?” Eddie got sick a lot, and he was always with his friends so they had seen him sick before a lot, but never so....you know out of it. They knew that it took hours of pain where Eddie would just hold back the vomit, and when he finally would throw up, have a like severe panic attack. Eddie had emetophobia, although nether him or the losers had such a fancy name for it, they just said he was afraid of vomit, afraid of the word even. well that was only sometimes, one very very bad days where Eddie had come to school after being yelled at by his mom for not washing his hands before coming to school, or something crazy like that where she would scare him about all these diseases, they all had bad days though, and understood that on these bad days they had to take care of each other.  “Lets go see if he has a fever.” Beverly said. “Righto my good chap, lets go fix ‘im up good oh yes indeed, fix ‘im up old chap, lets see what in the good hell has gotten my small small SMALL spaghetti into such the funk.” Richie said doing his Toodles the butler voice. “Oh Richie....” Beverly said as they walked over to their small pale looking friend. “How are you feeling Eddie?” Beverly asked. “I don't feel good.” he said putting his head on the table. “Oh no call the doctor, call the nurse, call Eddie’s mom oh yeah I was meaning to do that anyways we had wicked se...” He was cut off by Bev’s “Beep Beep Richie.” “Oh yeah right beep beep hehe.”Richie replied “Here Eddie just put this in your mouth and when it beeps give it to me.” Beverly said in her best mom voice. “What the fuck no, do you know how many germs could be on that?” “so many plus, I don't know whose mouth that has been in.” Eddie replied replaced by the idea of putting that in his mouth. “Aha, I thought you might say something like that, which is why I got some probe covers, yes yes now you don't have to worry at all about germs.” Beverly replied. “See ol’ chap ye don't have to worry a tall about germs, not a tall!” Richie added in his toodles voice. “Germs are everywhere, no probe cover ca stop them...” “Okay come on Eddie that’s bullshit and you know it, I saw you use a thermometer with a probe cover just last week!” Bev exclaimed. “I just I don't want to se what it says ....” Eddie replied a bit sheepishly “What,what the fuck not?” Richie said. “If I have a fever then I have o feel like shit for longer, and if I don't then its like I was crying for no reason and I just feel like shit for no reason I don't want you guys to think im like you know overreacting.” Eddie answered. “Oh Eddie don't worry about that, we never think your overreacting, things can be painful, not just fevers.” Beverly said while pulling him into a hug. “thanks Bev.” He said. they took Eddie’s temperature and saw that it was a whopping 101 degrees (F) “Here Richie can you put some water on this cloth, we need to bring his fever down.” they both turned around at a sudden gag coming from the small ill boy. “Oh fuck, are you gonna throw up Eds?” Richie asked. “Richie!” Beverly said, can I talk to you for a minute? “Oh yeah sure, but umm Eddie he looks sorta...” “Just come over here.” She said interrupting him. “okay.” he walked over. ”what's up?” “We shouldn't say like you know throw up, vomit, puke, whatever you want to call it, because first of all he's already thrown up what little he's eaten today, and also its just going to make him upset, look at him.” Eddie was leaning over in his chair, arms crossed on the table, head buried in them, softly crying, he was breathing kind of funny too. “Shit.” Richie did not want to make his little Eddie cry, he loved him, he needed to think before he spoke, which was so fucking hard for a certain trashmouth. “just go put some water on this cloth, cold water, and then put it on his head okay?” Bev said a little annoyed with Richie, but knowing that Eddie would freak out if she asked him to sit down and finish the movie. “Yes sir thank you sir.” Richie did in one of his newer voices, Albert the solider. Richie walked over to the sink, and put some cold water on the cloth while Bev went to get some medicine to bring Eddie’s fever down. “How are you Eddie Spaghetti?” “feeling any better?” richie said white putting more water onto the rag. “Never better.” Eddie said in a slurred voice. “Here, this will help you feel better, bring down your fever.” Richie said hopping this trick of Bev’s would work. “K.” Eddie was obviously exhausted. Richie took the cloth, and rung it out over eddies head . “what the fuck was that?!” Eddie said, now soaking wet. “Its supposed to bring your fever down, don't ask me!” Richie replied. “You dumbass, I’m all wet now!” Eddie screamed furiously. “Funny, that's what your mom said last night too.” Richie said seizing the opportunity. Eddie did something that suprised Richie, he went back into his kowla bear state, hugging him like it was life or death. “Eddie, I’m so sorry, I know you feel like shit, I love you, I’m just trying to take good care of you best I know how.” “I know I'm shit at but I just want to be here for you, and make you feel better.” Richie said to the now crying little Eddie. “I love you too, Im not crying because you made me all wet, im crying because...” hiccup “because I really don't  feel good.” Eddie said softly into Richie’s chest.”Its okay Eddie we are gonna get you all. fixed up, I promise.” Richie said, Eddie was slowly falling asleep, he was just so tired, it had been a long day, so Eddie and Richie went to sit on the couch with all the other losers, well, minus Bev who was still getting the fever medicine. The losers where very concerned about Eddie, but he didn’t even have time to react, before he knew it Richie had pulled Eddie on top of him, where Eddie fell asleep, safe, and happy, a little wet, well soaking, but nothing a little towel, or time couldn’t fix. He was happy, and so was Richie.

Some side notes:

I made this at 3am, I really wanted to go to sleep so I just sort of ended it quickly. If you don't like the ending message me, and I MIGHT rewrite it, also message me if you have any requests. :D My favorite things to write are like anything with a venerable Eddie, and Richie taking care of him, usually I don't post the things I write, and usually Richie is very good at taking care of Eddie, but this is what my brain decided to do at 3am. Don't be too harsh, but constructive criticism is always welcome.