#we were all in love with Wendy

[deadlypromethium]

Gravity Falls

Wendy/Female reader

Word count: 10,394

Summary: Disclaimer- I do not own Gravity Falls. This is going to follow the storyline. Each chapter will be like watching the show, just with you in it. This will be a reader/Wendy story. You are Dipper and Mabel Pines older sister that is sent to spend the summer with your great-uncle, Grunkle Stan. You thought the biggest problem would be trying to summon the courage to ask out Wendy. Little did you know the dangers of Gravity Falls might just destroy all of you. Will you be able to protect your siblings? Or will you lose what matters most to you?

"Is it really too much to ask for one normal day, M.P.?" You yell, as you rush to pull Dipper and Mabel closer, just as Dipper crashes the cart through the "Welcome to Gravity Falls" sign. All three of you scream as the cart flies through the air over the cliff. For a minute, the wind rushing past you is almost peaceful, until the cart starts to drop to the ground.

You groan when it finally makes impact with the ground. You glance back at the sound of the thunderous stomps of the gigantic monster as it knocks down pine trees to get to you.

"You guys okay?" You ask, quickly glancing over both of your younger siblings, trying to check for injuries.

"It's getting closer!" Mabel yells as she looks back at the monster.

You let out a quick sigh of relief as the monster growls, reaching for the cart, but falls just short. Your relief is cut short when the cart launches into the air, jerking and spinning before harshly crashing back onto the ground.

You glance at your siblings and chuckle as you see their two very different facial expressions. You lightly pat Mabel on the back since she looks like she's about to throw up, while Dipper has his brows furrowed and his grip tight on the steering wheel.

You know by the expression on his face that he’s narrating this experience in his head. He’s always done this since he was a kid, even though Mabel teases him relentlessly about it.

"My name is Dipper. The girl about to puke is my sister Mabel. The older girl in the back smiling at me is Y/N. You may be wondering what we're doing in a golf cart, fleeing from a creature of unimaginable horror."

You watch as the monster rips out a large tree from the ground. You feel the heavy wind from the tree flying over your head.

"Look out!" Mabel yells over the chaos.

The tree slams into the ground in front of the cart, causing dirt and pine needles to fly everywhere. The three of you are flung to the side as Dipper swerves the cart just in time to avoid the tree.

You watch as Dipper's eyebrows scrunch together, his face slipping back into monologue mode.

"Rest assured, there's a perfectly logical explanation. Let's go back to where this all began."

You and your siblings are enjoying your summer break. Mabel hugs her recently finished knitted black-and-grey cat stuffed animal, while you and Dipper are engrossed in a battle against each other in the video game Fatal Punch.

"You guys can't spend your whole break inside. It's time to go and get some fresh air," your parents say, ripping the game controller and stuffed animal from your hands and instead handing you your suitcases. "We have the perfect place for you to go: you're going to stay for the summer at your great-uncle's place in Gravity Falls, Oregon."

You try to rack your brain for any memories of your great-uncle. The only thing you can remember is vaguely meeting him at your grandma’s funeral.

"But we don’t even know our great-uncle?" you ask, trying to figure out why they're sending you there.

"Well, you’ll get to know him while you're there. Your bus will be here in a few minutes. We love you, and be safe!" they say as they rub sunscreen on all three of your faces and push you out the door.

You squint as the brightness from the sun floods your vision. You and Dipper exchange a glance, both confused and annoyed at this sudden turn of events. The silence is broken when Mabel jumps into the air, pumping her fist excitedly.

"Yay, we get to go meet new people and hang out in a new place! This is where I will meet my summer romance, I can feel it!"

You chuckle fondly at your younger sister’s positive attitude, while Dipper groans in annoyance. You open your mouth to tell Dipper to leave Mabel alone, but the screeching of the bus’s brakes cuts you off as it pulls up.

You help your siblings onto the bus and place the bags under the seat. You take your seat in the middle, with Mabel and Dipper settling in next to you.

"Get comfortable, guys, the bus ride is 11 hours long," you say as you pull out your phone to play some games with Mabel, while Dipper pulls out his latest mystery novel.

After 3 hours have passed, you smile as you put your phone away and notice the twins cuddled into you, fast asleep. You moved two hours ago to help them lean against you better when you noticed their eyes starting to droop. Ever since they were kids, they’ve always fallen asleep on long car rides.

You pull them closer, adjusting their positions to make sure they’re comfortable against you, before getting cozy yourself for a nap.

You’re woken up by the bus driver yelling that you've arrived at the Mystery Shack in Gravity Falls. You gently nudge Dipper and Mabel to wake them up.

"Hey, wake up, guys. We’re here."

They groggily rub their eyes as they stand up and head off the bus.

"I guess I’ll get the bags," you mutter, grabbing all the luggage. "Thank you," you tell the bus driver as you step off the bus.

The smell of pine trees mixed with the exhaust from the bus fills your nose as you take in your surroundings. You look around until your eyes land on the "Mystery Shack"—a creaky building that looks like a strong gust of wind could blow it down.

"Well, uh this is it," you say as you set down all the bag onto the ground. Dipper stares up at the building, furrowing his brow.

"You sure this is the place? It looks like a tourist trap," Dipper says.

You shrug, as the front door creaks open, and out steps a man that seems familiar. He has his belly out, and a fez hat on, and a strange smile that almost resembles a grimace. He looks the same as you vaguely remember, just yeesh way older.

"Alright, kids, bring it in," Stan says in a grumpy voice, waving the three of you over. You and Dipper glance at each other as you both hesitate, but Mabel is the first to react.

"Grunkle Stan!" she shouts, sprinting toward him and flinging herself into his arms. Stan grunts, slightly thrown off balance by her enthusiasm. You tilt your head at the nickname, but aren't surprised at how quick Mabel was to assign him one.

"You are the girl twin so Mabel, right? You're... still as loud as ever," Stan mutters, awkwardly patting her on the back in an attempt to what it looks like hug her without having to really touch her, before gently pushing her away. He turns his head to stare between you and Dipper, squinting as if he is trying to remember your names.

You awkwardly smile as you rub the back of your neck, not really knowing what to say. "It’s uh been a while. We saw you briefly at Grandma’s funeral a couple of years ago. We were carrying the flowers out to the car while you were carrying everyones wallets out to yours."

Stan mirrors your action, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ha, uh right. Well, good to see you again, uh..."

"Y/N," you say in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Yeah, Y/N right, I knew that. And your Dipper, right." Stan points at your brother, who is hanging back, eyes shifting between the house and woods.

You know this Summer is going to be an adjustment for him. He has always had a difficult time being in nature, the city, around people. He is such a bright kid, but his lack of people skills has always held him back.

You know that it isn't his fault, he looks at things from a more analytical field. Always more interested in science and trying to solve mysteries like in his favorite genre of books.

You watch as Dipper steps forward, adjusting his hat. "Uh, yeah, nice to meet you... again."

"What’s with the hat, anyway?" Stan asks, squinting at Dipper’s pine tree cap. "You a lumberjack or somethin or just really into Pine tree's?"

Mabel giggles and rushes to stand with you and Dipper again. "We’re gonna have the best summer ever! Right, Y/N? Right, Dipper?" Her energy is contagious, and even though Dipper tries to look skeptical, he can’t help but crack a small smile. Seeing them both of them smile, you can help but smile either.

"Yeah, I guess," Dipper mutters, though he still glances nervously at the weird decorations hanging around the Shack and the woods.

Stan crosses his arms. "Well, good luck with that, kid. We’ll see how long it takes before you’re begging to go home." There’s a gruffness to his tone, but you can tell there's something beneath it—almost like he's stuck between wanting you guys go go home and wanting you to stay.

You shake off the thought as you notice Stan glance at you, clearly sizing you up. "You’re the oldest, huh? Guess that means you’re gonna help me keep these two from burnin’ the place down and you know keepimg them alive"

"I’ll try," you say with a smirk, already anticipating the chaos you guys will inevitably get into.

Stan seems satisfied with the answer, though he quickly brushes it off with a wave of his hand. "Alright, I cleaned out the attic for you all to sleep in. It’s got walls, a roof, and even a window. What more could you ask for, huh? It used to be storage for my... uh, important business stuff, but I made space. So, don’t go messing it up too bad, I'll need that room again."

"Uh as for you kid, you are bunking with the twins in the attic. I threw a mattress on the floor for you—don’t worry, it’s practically brand new... well, new to you. It’s got character! Now come on, I can't stand around all day I have valuable customers to scam- I mean help." He laughs as he leads the way into the Mystery Shack.

As he turns to lead you inside, Mabel practically bounces in place from excitement of being in a new place. "Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see everything! Is there a souvenir shop? Can I work in it? Will there be cool people to meet? This is gonna be great!"

Dipper looks less enthusiastic but more curious. "What's the deal with all the weird stuff outside? Is this a tourist attraction?"

Stan chuckles, rubbing his hands together. "Oh, it’s more than a tourist attraction, kid. It’s the best scam—I mean, uh, business in town. Stick with me, and you might just learn a thing or two about making a quick buck." He finishes elbowing you in the side with a smirk.

Dipper sighs, "annnnddddd this place looks like a dump." You laugh before lightly shoving him.

"Don't worry M.P. we will find something to entertain us this Summer. Think of this as one of your mystery novels. Its up to us to find some fun in this seemly boring place."

You all walk inside to some kind of giftshop. "Whoa, look at that thing!" Mabel yells as she goes running to look at the fake pterodactyl.

You and twins spend the next couple of hours unpacking the clothes and the little bit of trinkets your parents packed for you. You sit on your mattress in the floor watching as Mabel hangs up some posters your Grunkle Stan surprisingly left for her.

"This attic is amazing. Check out all my splinters!" Mabel cackles as she holds up hands, which has a ton of gigantic splinters sticking out of them.

"Come here Sparkles. Let me get them out" You slide over so Mabel can sit next to you. You start to pull out the splinters.

".....And there's a goat on my bed." You hear Dipper in an exasperated voice.

You finish pulling out the last splinter just in time as Mabel shoots up and runs over to the goat.

"Hey, friend." Mabel giggles as the goat chews on her sleeve. "Oh! Yes, you can keep chewing on my sweater."

You watch as Mabel pets the goat. "You already named him, haven't you?"

"You will now be known as Grompers. Whamp." She finishes by dropping her hand on his head.

"Bye, Grompers." You stop and pet the goat as you walk towards the door. "I'm heading outside you want to guys want to come?"

You spend the rest of your day with your siblings lounging around outside, enjoying the sun.

You could get use to enjoying the fresh air and hanging out around this strange shack.

You know you will have no problem adjusting. You do however, worry about your siblings, specifically you worry about Dipper. Who from the looks of it has slipped back into monologue mode.

"My sister tended to look on the bright side of things."

At least Mabel was enjoying her surroundings.

"Yay! Grass!" Mabel happily exclaims as she goes rolling down the hill.

When you glance back over to Dipper, you cringe as a woodpecker pecks on Dipper's hat. He slips back into his monologue face just with clear annoyance written all of it.

"But I was having a hard time getting used to our new surroundings.

That annoyance doesn't last long as Grunkle Stan jumps out at him wearing a cheap Halloween mask. "Boo!"

"Ah!" Dipper exclaims as he tips over, followed by a thunk as he hits the ground.

Grunkle Stan starts cackling like a man and slapping his knee as he laughs. "Ahahahaha! Hahaha!"

Dipper mutters something under his breath as he sits back up, but it’s too quiet for you to make out the words.

You chuckle, watching as Dipper slips back into what you know is his internal monologue mode. His determination to narrate every weird moment in his head is truly impressive.

“And then there was our Great Uncle Stan. That guy…”

You glance over just as Grunkle Stan starts coughing, hitting his chest a few times. “Worth it,” he rasps with a smirk.

"Alright, kids, time to go to work!" Stan claps his hands, cutting through the chatter. "These people aren’t gonna scam themselves. And that reminds me—you freeloaders, get inside. Time to earn your keep."

You exchange glances with Dipper and Mabel, shrugging before you all follow Stan into the Mystery Shack.

“What do you want us to do? I assume it's something other than just stand around." You ask, knowing that the tasks would not be that easy.

“Simple," Stan says, not missing a beat. "Sweep, swindle customers into buying things they don’t need, and sell them on some stories. If you’ve got any questions... don’t bother me.”

Before you can ask anything else, Stan points a thumb over his shoulder. “This is Wendy, and that’s Soos. You’re their problem now.”

As you walk over to Wendy and Soos. The wooden floors creak beneath your feet as you get a better look at the strange assortment of souvenirs and oddities scattered around the room.

“I feel like we just walked into the weirdest museum ever,” you mutter, glancing at Dipper and Mabel.

“I know, right? Look at this thing!” Mabel exclaims, holding up a plastic severed hand. “I bet it would make a great puppet.”

Before you can respond, a voice booms from behind you.

“Hey, dudes!”

You turn to see a large, friendly-looking guy in a green shirt and a trucker hat waving enthusiastically with a huge goofy smile as he walks over.

“I’m Soos, the handyman! You must be the new kids Stan was talking about.”

"Guilty," you say, giving him a polite smile. "I'm Y/N, and these are my siblings, Dipper and Mabel."

“Hey!” Mabel waves cheerfully. Dipper nods with a slight awkward smile.

“Nice to meet you guys!” Soos beams. “Mr. Pines told me to show you around, but first you gotta meet Wendy! She works the cash register.”

You glance over to see a girl leaning back casually in her seat with her feet on the desk behind the register. She's wearing a green flannel and a trucker hat that has red hair falling lazily around her face.

She looks up from the comic book she’s been flipping through and gives a small, lazy wave. “Hey,” she says, in a disinterested voice.

Your eyes linger on her for a moment longer than necessary before you realize you’re staring. You clear your throat awkwardly, forcing yourself to speak up. "Uh, hey. I’m Y/N. That’s Dipper and Mabel."

Wendy’s eyes glance between you and your siblings, before stopping to rest on you with a half-smile. "Cool. You guys are crashing here for the summer?"

“Yep, whether we like it or not,” Dipper says with a sigh.

Wendy chuckles and tilts her head in his direction. “Yeah, Gravity Falls can be pretty weird, but it’s cool if you know where to hang out. You’ll get used to it."

You catch yourself staring at her again, and it takes a second to realize she’s looking at you now. "So, uh, you been working here long?" you ask, trying to sound casual, but slightly failing.

"Ugh that was not casual, do better." You mentally scold yourself.

She shrugs. "Pretty much all summer. It’s not so bad. Stan doesn’t pay much, but the tourists are good for a laugh, and I get to hang out with Soos."

“Yeah, hanging with Wendy’s pretty awesome!” Soos says, nodding enthusiastically. "Plus, there’s always something weird going on around here."

“Like what?” Dipper asks, becoming intrested in the conversation, eyes suddenly curious.

“Oh, you know,” Wendy says with a smirk, “fake monsters, creepy wax figures, Stan trying to trick people out of their money. Typical tourist trap stuff.”

You let out a laugh, before patting Dippers back as he looks adopts a crestfallen look at the news that there is nothing intresting.

As the conversation continues, Mabel starts asking Soos a thousand questions about the different “attractions” in the Mystery Shack.

Dipper begins grilling Wendy for more details about the strange things she’s seen around town, hoping to find something worth investigating. But you find yourself just kind of watching Wendy, noticing how easily she handles Dipper’s rapid-fire questions, and how there’s this effortless confidence in everything she does.

Wendy seems to notice you looking again, and before you can get too flustered, she grins. “Hey, if you ever need a break from your siblings, we’ve got a pretty sweet hangout spot out back,” she says, nodding toward the door that leads outside. "You seem chill, so you’re welcome to join anytime."

You feel yourself blush as your stomach does a weird flip, and you manage a smile. "Yeah, I might take you up on that."

“Nice.” Wendy leans back again, still holding your gaze for just a second longer than feels casual. "See you around, Y/N."

As she goes back to reading her comic book, Dipper and Mabel start bickering about something in the background, but all you can think about is how this summer might not be so bad after all if it means you get to hang out with Wendy.

"Hey what did I say free-loaders gets to work." Stan says interrupting your thoughts.

You look over to see what your siblings are doing. Dipper is sweeping the wooden floor with a broom, while Mabel is eyeing the souvenirs.

"Ooh!" Excalims Mabel in an excited voice as she reaches for large eyeball on display.

Which is quickly stopped when Stan slaps her hand with his werid 8-ball cane. "No touching the merchandise!"

You sigh still unsure of what to do next. Until you look over at Dipper who as you already knew he would be, once again in monologue mode.

You spend the rest of the day getting used to working at the Shack, hanging out with your siblings, and trying to figure out what to talk to Wendy about.

The next two days after that are spent doing the same thing as the day before only different is Wendy is off for the next two days.

"It looked like it was gonna be the same, boring routine all summer. Until one fateful day..."

You walk up next to Dipper, who is deep into thought, while sweeping and lightly nudge him to gain his attention. "Hey M.P., what's on your mind?"

Dipper, who is coming back from being lost in thought, glances at you. "There is something about off about this town. The local tales don't add up, the creepy feeling we get when we go into the woods. There is a mystery to solve here. I'm going to be the one to solve it."

You feel for Dipper, he has always been misunderstood. When he was a kid he was always made fun of, for his birthmark in the shape of the Big Dipper.

That's where his nickname "Dipper" came from. Even though he absolutely despises the nickname.

Ever since he was deemed Dipper. Nobody has taken him seriously since. Now all he wants to do is be taken seriously.

It's something that has always stuck with him. Pushing him to prove himself in anyway he can. Whether it's showing off how bright he is by always trying to solve any mystery that comes near him.

He dreams of being a detective or a scientist. Ideally a job that mixes both of those things.

That's why you call him by the nickname you made up-M.P. it stands for Mason Pines.

You remember the day you made it. You spent 2 hours trying to come up with a nickname he would actually enjoy.

There was little dip, dips, big dip, and D.P., which stood for Dipper Pines. Those were all thrown out the window when Dipper confided in you about how much he hates being called Dipper.

That's when you settled on calling him M.P. he loves it, and it quickly became your guys thing.

"Well, if there is a chance to spend time with you and solve a mystery, count me in! Mystery siblings?" You say with a laugh as you hold your hand out for a high-five.

Dipper laughs returning the high-fives. "Mystery siblings."

Mystery siblings was a group nickname Mabel came up to unite all of you.

When it was just two of them Mabel and Dipper, they were called the mystery twins. Mabel changed it to the mystery siblings when you joined them.

Solving mysteries was never a big passion of yours until you seen it was a chance to spend time with your siblings. Eventually it grew on you, and now you are as big of a mystery nerd as Dipper is.

Your train of thought is interrupted as you notice Mabel peeking through Stan-bobbleheads.

"He's looking at it! He's looking at it!" You are briefly confused about what Mabel is talking about until you notice how intensively Mabel is staring at a boy reading some kind of note.

"Huh? Sparkles, how did you rig it? We talked about this, you can't trick boys into dating you." You sigh remembering the last time she did this.

The three of you were going to see some kind of thriller movie, that was supposed to have romance for Mabel and mystery for Dipper.

The boy sat next to Mabel and she tried to make it seem like a date by watching him until he reached his hand into his popcorn and she did the same so they would hold hands.

Poor boy was so shocked he just got up and left in the middle of the movie.

"Whattt. All I asked was "Do you like me?" I only changed the answers to "Yes. Definitely. Absolutely!!! If he chooses yes then it was ment to be!"

Dipper groans as he sprays the water bottle on the counter. "Mabel, I know you're going through your whole "Boy Crazy" phase, but I think you're kind of overdoing it with the "crazy" part."

"What?!" Mabel exclaims before blowing a raspberry. "Come on, Dipper! This is our first summer away from home! It's my big chance to have an epic summer romance!"

"Yeah, but do you need to flirt with every guy you meet? Remember the greeting card boy, the boy from the beach, the mattress king?"

You all go silent as you you inwardly cringe as the memories. You love your sister, but man those moments were rough.

Flashback to Mabel with a boy near a greeting cards display. "My name is Mabel, but you can call me "The girl of your dreams." I'M JOKING! Ha ha ha ha ha!" She loudly laughs before she shoves him into the display.

Flashback to a boy holding a turtle standing on the bench. His peace was broken by Mabel jumping out from behind him."Oh my gosh, you like turtles? I like turtles too! What is happening here?" The boy looks like he is seconds from running away.

Flashback to the inside of a mattress store where a teenage boy is ringing a bell. "Come one, come all, to the Mattress Prince's kingdom of savings!"

Mabel, who for some reason did not learn from the beach boy. Pops her head out from a giant set of colorful balloons. Creepily whispering, "take me with you..."

"AHA!" The Mattress King screams before dropping the scepter and dropping to the floor.

You grimance as you come out of the memories. "Sparkles we live here, we can't avoid the Mystery Shack like we do the beach and the Mattress King store."

"Ha ha ha, mock all you want, siblings, but I got a good feeling about this summer. I wouldn't be surprised if the man of my dreams walked through that door right now."

You all quiet as the door suddenly opens, and Mabel waits with baited breath.

The door creaks as Stan walks through the museum door holding arrow signs and a Pitt Cola can. He burps, but it gets caught in his throat. "Oh! Oh, not good. Ow."

You and Dipper bust out laughing while Mabel groans. "Aww! Why?!"

"All right, all right, look alive, people. I need someone to go hammer up these signs in the spooky part of the forest." Stan says eyes shifting between everyone.

You quickly say "Not it!" Followed by the twins in unison. "Not it!"

Soos, always being a little late to the party, raises his hand while drilling a shelf. "Uh, also not it."

"Nobody asked you, Soos." Stan deadpans staring at Soos.

"I know, and I'm comfortable with that." Soos says before biting a chunk out of his hocolate bar, causing it to get all over his face.

Since everyone else has already rejected the offer, Stan's eyes land on Wendy. Who is leaning back on the stoll with her feet on the counter reading a comic book. "Wendy, I need you to put up this sign!"

Wendy fake reaches for the signs. "I would, but I, ugh, can't, ugh, reach it, ugh..."

You laugh at her carefree attitude. You aspire to be that level of carefree.

Stans rolls his eyes, clearly not enjoying everyones lack of initiative. "I'd fire all of you if I could. All right, let's make it... eenie, meenie, miney..." He finishes by pointing at Dipper. "you."

"Tough luck M.P." you finish with a pat on the back.

"Aw, what? Grunkle Stan, whenever I'm in those woods, I feel like I'm being watched."

Stan rubs his eyes, not waiting to hear Dipper's conspiracy theories on the woods of this town. "Ugh, this again."

"I'm telling you, something weird is going on in this town. Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out "BEWARE." Dipper rolls up his sleeve trying to prove that he is right.

You and Stan lean in to get a closer look.

"That says "BEWARB." Stan says lifting an eyebrow.

Dipper scratches his arm, looking away embarrassed.

You nudge Stan, "hey go easy on him, I can see it saying "BEWARE". He has two extra bites that's it."

To his credit Stan does continue talking in a more gentle tone. "Look, kid. The whole "monsters in the forest" thing is just local legend, drummed up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that."

Stan nods his heads towards a sweaty man who laughs while looking at a Stan-bobblehead's head bobble.

"So quit being so paranoid!" Stan tosses the signs at Dipper, who in return let's out a defeated sigh.

You walk over to Dipper and put your arm around him, offering him a friendly smile. "Do you want me to go with you M.P.? I'll go if you don't feel safe we can brave the wood monsters together."

"No it's okay, Stan will find some way to tease me about it if you come with. Besides I will text you if I find something or need help." Dipper says, as he walks out thr door.

You sigh, leaning against the counter as you watch Dipper head out into the woods with a grumble and the signs under his arm. "I feel bad for Dipper, he is always getting stuck with the crappy tasks."

Wendy leans back in her chair, feet still propped up on the counter. "Eh, he’ll be fine. If anything, he’ll probably come back with some wild theory about forest monsters or something."

You chuckle, glancing over at her. "Probably. Knowing Dipper, he will find a long lost species."

She laughs, tossing the comic aside. "You’ve got him pegged." She stretches, letting out a yawn. "So, what about you? Not too bored hanging around here while your brother goes all conspiracy theory on the forest?"

"Nah, it's actually kind of fun." You grin. "Besides, I like getting to chill with you."

Wendy gives you a lazy smile, and you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement being around her. "You know what?" she says, standing up. "Let’s ditch work for a bit. Stan won’t notice. I’ve got some snacks in the back, and we can sneak out to the roof. Best view of Gravity Falls up there."

The idea sounds tempting. You’re about to agree when your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out and see a message from Dipper: “Come to the forest now. Found something HUGE.”

"Uh... rain check on that roof hangout?" you ask with a sheepish grin. "Looks like Dipper needs me."

Wendy raises an eyebrow. "Seriously? He’s probably just found a weird-shaped tree or something." But she waves you off with a smirk. "Go on, Mystery Sibling. I’ll be here when you get back."

You smile at her feeling a light blush starting to take over your cheeks at the thought of her wantimg to hang out with you. You wave goodbye as you head out the door. Once you get out of the door you let a groan at the thought of missing a chance to hang out with Wendy. You quickly shake it off, knowing Dipper needs you right now.

You head out, following the directions Dipper sent. After walking for a bit through the trees, you finally spot him crouching by an old, overgrown tree stump, a weathered book in his hands.

"Dipper?" you call out, jogging up to him. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

He looks up at you, eyes wide with excitement. "You won’t believe what I just found! This isn’t just any old book. It’s filled with all kinds of strange, unexplainable things about Gravity Falls!" He shows you the front cover, revealing a gold six-fingered left handprint with a number "3" written on its palm.

Your eyes widen as you scan the pages. "Whoa... Where did you find this?"

"Right here in the ground. It was buried under this old tree stump!" Dipper’s voice is shaking with excitement. "I knew something weird was going on in this town, and now we have proof!"

You glance around at the eerie surroundings, feeling a chill run down your spine. You always forget how creepy the woods feel until you are in the middle of them. "You’re right, M.P. This is definitely something bigger than just local legends. Great find!"

Dipper stands, clutching the journal to his chest. "With this journal, we can uncover the truth. And it looks like there’s more out there." He points to a numbered "3" on the cover. "This is just one of them."

A thrill runs through you. "So, what now?"

"You want to look through it." Dipper asks as he gestures towards a large tree.

You and Dipper sit down near the base of a large tree, with Dipper carefully holding the journal he found. The leather-bound book looks ancient, its pages yellowed with age. You watch as Dipper cautiously flips open the first page, revealing a simple inscription: "Property of--" followed by a mysterious eyeglass tucked inside.

"A monocle, who had this book a old time tv villain?" you ask, pointing at the eyeglass.

Dipper laughs as he picks it up and examines it for a moment, setting it aside before he starts flipping through the pages. "I don't know... but this journal looks really old."

As Dipper turns to the next page, he suddenly pauses and begins reading aloud, his voice lowering slightly in seriousness.

"It's hard to believe it's been six years since I began studying the strange and wondrous secrets of Gravity Falls, Oregon."

He flips through a few more pages, revealing sketches of floating eyeballs, giant vampire bats, and something that looks like a garden gnome.

You lean in closer. "Whoa, the author is an amazing artist."

“Look at this,” Dipper whispers, pointing to a drawing of some kind of giant sea monster. “It says there are creatures in the forest, the lake... even underground. I knew there was something weird about this town.”

You nod, leaning in to get a better look. “This is cool! You really think any of this stuff is real? I am rooting for the gnomes to be real. Little dudes with their pointy hats.”

“I don’t know yet,” Dipper admits, his voice filled with determination. “But this journal is proof that we’re not imagining things. And if this person was right about all these weird creatures... we need to figure out what else is out there.”

Dipper’s face lights up with excitement as he flips through more pages, finding entries about gnomes, mysterious symbols, and eerie landmarks around Gravity Falls.

Dipper's eyes widen as he continues to read, stopping on a page that catches both your attention. The words "TRUST NO ONE" are scrawled across the page in big, bold letters.

"Oh.... well..... that's.....concerning." You stumble over your words.

You feel a chill run down your spine as Dipper reads aloud again, "Unfortunately, my suspicions have been confirmed. I'm being watched. I must hide this book before He finds it. Remember – In Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust."

You exchange a glance with Dipper, before you both look around the woods, both of you feeling the weight of those words.

"That's... kind of intense. Who is he and why is the author so scared of him?" You murmur, feeling a knot of unease in your stomach.

Dipper nods, closing the book briefly as if trying to process what he's just read. "This is bigger than I thought. There's definitely something strange going on here."

He opens the book again, flipping through more pages filled with cryptic notes and drawings. "Now, we solve the mystery. Together. Mystery Siblings, remember?"

You grin and hold out your hand for a high-five. "Mystery Siblings."

He slaps your hand with a grin, but before you can continue your investigation, a loud "Boo!" interrupts the moment.

You and Dipper jump in unison, both whipping around to see Mabel standing there, laughing hysterically. “Gotcha!” Mabel laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief. “What are you two up to out here? Ooh, is that a diary?” she teases.

"Mabel!" Dipper groans, clutching the journal protectively. "We're in the middle of something serious here!"

You laugh, your heart still racing from the scare. “Way to kill the moment, Sparkles.”

“Aw, come on, I just wanted to see what my favorite siblings were up to.” Mabel winks at you before trying to sneak a peek at the journal again. “What’s in there? Anything good?”

Dipper sighs but can’t help but crack a small smile. “It’s not a diary, Mabel. It’s... it’s a journal. And I think it’s got the answers to all the weird stuff that’s been happening around here.”

“Oooh, spooky! I like it!” Mabel says, leaning in to try and steal a better look.

"Here, you wanna see it Sparkles? Let her see it M.P." You nudge Dipper at his reluctants to hand the journal over.

"This is cool, look at this funky little thing." Mabel laughd as she points at the creature that looks like a stuffed animal shoved into a turtle.

After spending some time showing Mabel the journal, you all decide to head back to the Shack.

The three of you walk, the journal tucked safely under Dipper's arm. Wendy looks up from the counter, raising an eyebrow. "So? What’d you find? Another weird-shaped rock?"

"To his credit, that rock was shaped excatly like person. The way it was staring into the window from the woods was creepy. Especially since it was gone the next morning and nobody knew why." You lightly shudder at the memory.

"I scared the socks off of both them." Mabel giggles again at the memory.

"Nice. Wendy laughs, holding her hand out for a high five that Mabel eagerly returns.

Dipper smirks, holding up the journal. "Oh, way more than that."

Wendy shrugs, pretending not to be impressed, but you can tell she’s intrigued. "Well, you missed a pretty cool chill day on the roof. But I guess I’ll let it slide since you were busy helping your brother or whatever."

You laugh. "Maybe next time, Wendy."

"Next time, for sure," she says with a wink.

You feel your face heat up, despite trying to stop it. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Mabel glancing between you and Wendy, her grin growing wider by the second.

"Bye, Wendy! Talk to you later!" you say hurriedly, grabbing Mabel by the arm and rushing her inside before she can start talking.

"Sooooo, Wendy, huh?" Mabel cackles, nudging you repeatedly with her elbow.

You open your mouth to deny it, but before you can say anything, the doorbell rings.

The sound snaps Dipper out of his deep focus on the journal. "Who's that?" he asks, already closing the book.

"Well, time to spill the beans!" Mabel laughs, knocking over a literal can of beans on the table. "Boop. Beans. This girl's got a date! Woot woot!"

"I'm proud of you, but who is he, and where are you going so I can follow you guys?" you say, trying to be supportive but feeling that usual protective instinct kick in—especially now that you know the dangers that could be lurking around town.

"Let me get this straight: in the half hour I was gone, you already found a boyfriend?" Dipper asks incredulously.

"What can I say? I guess I'm just... IRRESISTIBLLLLE!" Mabel laughs, waving her arms wildly, her sweater sleeves flapping.

"Oh. Ew." You scrunch your face at the thought of someone getting close to your little sister. But before you can dwell on it, the doorbell rings twice more.

Mabel smiles, shouting, "Oh, coming!" as she bolts out of the room.

"Well, this could go horribly wrong," you sigh, sitting on the arm of the chair while Dipper plops into the armchair, pulling out the journal.

Before the two of you can dive into the mystery, Grunkle Stan walks in. "What'cha reading there, kiddos?"

"Oh!" Dipper jumps, quickly hiding the journal under the seat cushion and grabbing the first thing he sees. "Uh, just catching up on... Gold Chains for Old Men Magazine?"

You shake your head at how bad your brother is at covering his tracks.

Whether it was convincing enough or Stan just didn’t care was unclear. Knowing him, it was probably the latter. "That's a good issue," he says, unfazed.

Mabel returns with... a boy? Well, a questionable-looking boy. His pale skin, hair covering one eye, a visible fang, and red liquid smeared on his cheek give him a very unsettling vibe. He's limp, wearing a torn black hoodie.

"Hey, family! Say hello to my new boyfriend!" Mabel practically beams.

"Sup?" the boy croaks, lifting a weak hand.

"Hi?" "Hey..." "How's it hanging?" You, Dipper, and Stan respond in awkward unison.

"We met at the cemetery. He's really deep. Oh, little muscle there. That’s... what a surprise..." Mabel's practically drooling as she touches his arm.

Dipper narrows his eyes. "So, what's your name?"

The boy, sounding like he’s spoken maybe twice in his life, mutters, "Uh... Normal... MAN!"

"He means Norman," Mabel corrects with a happy sigh, staring up at him like he's the best thing since kittens in sweaters.

You tilt your head, studying Norman. "Does he? I feel like saying your name isn’t something you should need help with."

Mabel crosses her arms, adopting a defensive tone. "He's just shy, Y/N!"

Dipper, ever the skeptic, chimes in, "Are you bleeding, Norman?"

Norman wipes his cheek with his finger, then licks it. "It’s jam."

Ew.

"I love jam! Look. At. This!" Mabel squeals.

You shoot Dipper a side-eye. You feel bad for being so disapproving, especially seeing how excited Mabel is, but something about this guy feels off.

“So, you wanna go hold hands... or whatever?” Norman asks in a monotone voice.

Mabel giggles and grabs his hand. “Oh, oh my goodness. Don’t wait up!”

The three of you watch in silence as Norman points at you, then runs into the wall—multiple times—on his way out the door.

You can't help it, the disgust seeps into your voice. "Well, I hate him."

Dipper nudges your side, whispering, "I don’t trust him. There’s something about Norman that isn’t right. We need to consult the journal. Let’s go to our room."

“You find anything yet?” you ask, glancing up from where you're sitting, keeping an eye on Mabel and Norman from the window. Dipper is flipping through the journal on his bed.

“Weird vampire bat... no... gnomes... huh. Still nothing on Norman specifically,” Dipper mutters, scanning the pages.

You’ve been alternating between reading and watching Mabel and Norman. There’s no concrete evidence of nefarious intentions... just some mildly creepy hand-holding and running around.

Your mind wanders as you keep watch. You can’t help but think about Wendy. Maybe she’d be up for joining your mystery-solving adventures. Should you text her? Or just go downstairs and ask if she wants to hang out?

You glance out the window, watching Mabel and Norman run around, holding hands. Something about that guy makes you uneasy, but you try to shake it off. Besides, Dipper’s got the journal, and you trust him to keep an eye on things.

"Hey, I’m gonna go hang out with Wendy for a bit," you tell Dipper, ruffling his hair. "Text me if you find anything weird about Mabel’s new friend."

Dipper nods, already flipping through the journal. "I’ve got this. Just be ready if things get... strange."

You shoot him a reassuring smile before heading downstairs. You text Wendy on the way out: "Up for hanging out? I saw a chance to slip away."

Her reply comes almost instantly: "Meet me out back! I’ve got something fun to show you!"

Outside, you find Wendy lounging against a stack of crates, her usual laid-back grin on her face. "What’s up, Y/N? Need a break from sibling duty?"

"Nah, just saw a chance to make up for that hangout we missed." You grin at her.

Wendy laughs, stretching her arms. "So, what’s up with this guy? Seems like Mabel’s really into him."

"Yeah, she is. But... something’s off about him. Dipper and I are both suspicious, but—" you grin and shrug, "I figured this was my chance to get some time away and hang with you before things get really crazy."

"Smart move." Wendy smirks. "Let Dipper handle the weird boyfriend stuff while we chill."

The two of you start talking, letting the conversation flow. Wendy tells you about the strange tourists that stopped by the Shack earlier, and you share some of the bizarre things you've encountered in Gravity Falls so far. The weirdness of the town is just part of the charm, and you love it.

At one point, Wendy pulls out a slingshot and offers it to you. "Wanna see who can knock down more cans?"

You grin and take it. "You’re on."

Just as you’re about to take your shot, your phone buzzes. It’s a text from Dipper: "We’ve got a BIG problem. Norman’s not who we think. Get back here, quick!"

Your stomach drops, the fun of the moment evaporating. "Wendy, I gotta go. Something’s up with Mabel’s boyfriend."

Wendy gives you a thumbs-up. "No worries, dude. Go be the protective sibling."

You race back to the house, practically bursting through the door. Dipper is waiting, the journal open in his lap, looking more frantic than before. "You’re not going to believe this," he says, pointing to a page filled with drawings of vampires

You blink. "Wait, vampires? Norman’s a... vampire?"

Dipper nods. "Yeah, and Mabel’s out there with him right now. We have to go, now."

The two of you rush outside. "How are we going to get to her in time? She's in the middle of the woods!" You shout as the two of you are running.

Like the true angel she is Wendy drive up in a golf cart right on cue. "Wendy! Wendy, Wendy! I need to borrow the golf cart so we can save our sister from a zombie!" Dipper rushes out.

You smile sheepishly nodding along. "Try not to hit any pedestrians." Wendy smiles at you as she shoots you a wink tossing the keys to Dipper.

"Y/N get in!" You face bright red from Wendy winking at you that you didn't even notice that Dipper climbed into the driver seat.

You climb in and as the cart starts to drive out the Mystery Shack lot. Soos steps in front of the car."Dudes, it's me, Soos. This is for the zombies."

"Thank you?" You question as Soos hands you a shovel. "And this is in case you see a piñata."

Dipper takes the offered baseball bat. "Uh... Thanks?"

"Better safe than sorry!" You hear Soos shout as the two of you speed off into the woods.

"Stupid golf cart! Why can't this thing go faster!" You yell in frustration. That frustration only building when you hear Mabel scream for help in the distance.

"Hold on!" Dipper yells back. The two of you can only hope that Mabel will he okay until you get there.

You examin your surroundings as you anxiously wait as Dipper drives down a deep underground tunnel to the gnomes' hideout.

You both grunt angryly as you guys see the gnomes trying to pin down Mabel.

"The more you struggle, the more awkward this is gonna be for everybody! Just, ha ha, okay. Get her arm there, Steve!" The gnome that seems to be in charge instructs.

"Let go of me!" Mabel yells, not giving up the fight as she punches Steve off of her sleeve.

Steve , who in turn bounces around, then stand upright and pukes out a rainbow.

"Hey jerk! Time for a lesson in consent!" You yell as you take your shovel and swing it straight into the leaders face."

"OWWW" He yells in return, holding hid face as he lays on the ground.

"Guys norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes! And they're total jerks!" Mabel says, relieved that you guys showed up, but still being overrun by gnomes.

"Hair. Hair. Hair." The gnomes creepily chant as they pull Mabels hair.

"Gnomes? Huh, I was way off." Dipper questions as he takes the journal out of his vest and finds the page about gnomes.

"Gnomes: little men of the Gravity Falls Forest. Weaknesses: unknown."

The leader who has finally gotten back, but is still holding his face. " Oh! Ha ha, hey there! Um, you know, this is all really just a big misunderstanding. You see, your sister's not in danger. She's just marrying all one thousand of us and becoming our gnome queen for all eternity! Isn't that right, honey?"

Mabel who is getting outraged at this point. "You guys are butt-faces!" She manages to say before they muffle her. "Mmmm-MMMMM!"

You and Dipper take a defensive stance. "Give her back right now, or else!" Dipper threatens pointing the baseball bat at them.

The gnome cackles. "You think you can stop us, boy? You have no idea what we're capable of. The gnomes are a powerful race! Do not trifle with the—"

You are starting to get agitated. "Alright that's enough of you." You pick the gnome up and toss him in the air before hitting him off into the distance.

As you handle the leader, Dipper unties Mabel. "Yah!" She celebrates when she gets up by kicking the gnomes away.

"To the cart, to the cart!" Dipper yells as the three of you get into the cart. "Seatbelts." Dipper says as he peels out of the gnome cave.

Mabel who keep glances back to the gnome cave. "Hurry, before they come after us!"

Dipper laughs "I wouldn't worry about it. See their little legs? Those suckers are tiny!" That laughter is cut short when you all hear a stomping sound.

"Well bad news is they don't look too small now." You point towards the giant stacked gnome monster standing behind the cart.

"Dang." Mabel says staring at the gnome monster.

"All right, teamwork, guys. Like we practiced." You look up at the top of the gnome monster, where the leader stands, moving the gnome hats like he is controlling them.

"Move, MOVE!" Mabel shouts causing Dipper to slam on the gas just in time as the gnomes smash their arm down and it breaks. The Gnomes run frantically back into position forming an arm again.

"Come back with our queen!" The monster yells again.

You yell in disgust. "You touch my sister again, and you can kiss the shovel."

The thunderous sounds of the gnome monster get closer. "It's getting closer, and it's throwing gnomes!" Mabel shouts, leaning away as the gnomes make contact with the cart.

You all start defending the cart as the gnomes begin chewing on it. You’re smacking them with the shovel, Dipper is focusing on driving, and Mabel smashes her elbow into a gnome’s face, causing it to fall off.

You react as a gnome jumps in front of you and onto Dipper, who grabs it and slams it into the steering wheel in annoyance.

"Shmebulock..." the gnome cries out in pain before falling out of the cart.

You breathe a sigh of relief that Dipper is okay until another gnome jumps onto the cart and claws Dipper's face.

"I'll save you, Dipper!" Mabel yells before punching Dipper in the face three times. You grab her hand, stopping her from hitting him again, and thankfully, the gnome and Dipper's hat fall off.

Dipper looks a little worse for wear but not too bad, just mostly dazed. "Thanks, Mabel and Y/N."

Mabel smiles, clearly proud of herself. "Don't mention it."

The moment is ruined when the gnome giant picks up a tree and throws it. All three of you scream as the cart spins in circles before tipping over in front of the Mystery Shack.

"Are you guys okay?" you ask, checking them over as you climb out of the cart.

The three of you stand together, ready to fight, with you and Dipper readying your weapons.

"Stay back, man!" Dipper tries to throw the baseball, but the giant punches it mid-air.

They scream as they grab onto you. You can't let them get hurt.

"Uh, where's Grunkle Stan?!" Dipper yells, hoping your Grunkle would hear him.

"It's the end of the line, kids! Mabel, marry us before we do something crazy!" the leader gnome declares.

"I'd like to see you try. I'll go down swinging before I let you touch either of my siblings!" you yell, swinging the shovel and hitting the gnomes that got a little too close for your comfort.

Dipper goes to pull the journal out as Mabel steps away from the hug. "I gotta do it."

"What?!" you and Dipper yell at the same time.

"Mabel, don't do this! Are you crazy?" Dipper says, begging her.

"I can't let you do this, Sparkles. I will fight every one of them before I let you go with them," you say, glaring at the gnomes, grip tightening on the shovel.

Mabel turns and looks you both in the eyes, with a pleading face. "Trust me."

You and Dipper share a silent glance. "What?" Dipper asks, speaking for both of you.

Mabel's eyes shift between yours and Dipper's. "Guys, just this once. Trust me!"

Part of you wants to run at the monster swinging, not caring what happens to you if it means your siblings have a chance to escape. The other part wants to trust Mabel and believe that she has a plan.

Dipper, seemingly in the same boat, glances at the gnomes, then at Mabel, before backing away.

You sigh, "Please just be safe. I will never forgive myself if I lose you." You back away and stand next to Dipper.

Mabel smiles for a moment, glad you both decided to trust her, but her face slips back into a serious expression. "All right, Jeff. I'll marry you."

Jeff happily shouts and does a little jig before climbing down the monster. "Hot dog! Help me down there, Jason. Thanks, Andy! All right, left foot, there we go, watch those fingers, Mike." He smiles and pulls out a diamond ring. "Ehh? Ehh?"

Mabel, to her part, has a charmed expression on her face as she holds out her hand, allowing Jeff to put the ring on her finger.

Jeff turns to leave. "Bada-bing, bada-bam! Now let's get you back into the forest, honey!"

"You may now kiss the bride!" Mabel says with a smile, staring at her ring.

Jeff stops dead in his tracks and turns around. "Well, don't mind if I do."

As he leans in for a kiss, Mabel leans backward and turns on the leaf-blower behind her. She aims it at Jeff to pull him into the suction.

Jeff yelps as he starts getting pulled forward. "Ah! Hey, hey, wait a minute!"

You, Dipper, and the gnomes gasp in surprised shock. "Whoa, whoa! Wh-what's going on?!" Jeff yells as half of his body gets sucked into the leaf-blower.

Mabel's fake happy expression melts away, and an angry one forms. "That's for lying to me!" She yells as she increases the suction power. "THAT'S for breaking my heart!"

"Ow! My face!" Jeff yelps as he gets sucked in further.

"And THIS is for messing with my siblings!" Mabel aims the leaf-blower at the gnome monster before looking at you and Dipper. "Wanna do the honors?"

You and Dipper smile as you both reach to grab the lever. "On three!" Dipper says, getting excited to use the leaf-blower.

The three of you start to count. "One, two, three!" You all hit the button, causing Jeff to shoot straight at the monster at top speed. This direct hit causes the gnomes to explode, sending them flying in every direction.

You can vaguely hear Jeff yell as he goes flying. "I-I-I'LL GET YOU BACK FOR THI-I-IS...!!!"

You all watch as the other gnomes scream when they fall, looking more confused than threatening.

"Who's giving orders? I need orders!" "My arms are tired," the various gnomes complain as they stare at you guys.

Dipper smiles and laughs as Mabel moves the leaf-blower back and forth, blowing gnomes as they retreat into the woods. "Anyone else want some?"

One gnome, for some reason, runs off on all fours but gets caught in a six-pack holder. The gnome tips over until Gompers runs up and grabs the gnome, carrying it off. "Baa-aah-aah," the gnome screams as he gets carried away.

"Eh, I'm sure he’ll be fine. Probably. Come on, let's go inside," you shrug as the gnome screams, getting carried away.

Mabel's voice stops you guys as you turn to walk inside. "Hey, guys? I, um...I'm sorry for ignoring your advice. You really were just looking out for me." She sheepishly stares at the ground.

"Oh, don't be like that. You saved our butts back there." Dipper waves her off.

You walk over and rub her back. "Yeah, you didn’t know, Sparkles. That's not your fault."

Mabel sighs. "I guess I'm just sad that my first boyfriend turned out to be a bunch of gnomes."

"Look on the bright side. Maybe the next one will be a vampire!" Dipper says, trying to make Mabel feel better.

"Oooo, or maybe a merman!" you say, knowing Mabel loves mermen.

Mabel slaps your arm. "O.M.G yes!"

Dipper walks closer to the two of you. "Awkward sibling hug?"

You and Mabel smile at each other, then at Dipper. "Awkward sibling hug," you both agree.

"Pat, pat." You all say, patting each other on the back during the hug. Just as you start to pull away, you pick them both up and spin.

"Y/N!" they both squeal.

"Nope, we almost died. You guys don’t get a choice." You laugh as you put them down.

The three of you walk into the Mystery Shack's gift shop, Dipper closing the door with his foot. You all stop as you see Stan sorting a wad of dollar bills.

Stan glances over at you guys before laughing. "Yeesh. You two get hit by a bus or something? A-hah!"

The three of you look at each other before walking away.

Stan stops you before you can get too far. "Uh, hey! W-wouldn't you know it? Um, I accidentally overstocked some inventory, so, uh... how's about each of you take one item from the gift shop? On the house, y'know?"

Mabel gets a big smile on her face, getting excited. "Really?"

You and Dipper cross your arms, both skeptical of this newfound generosity. "What's the catch?" Dipper speaks first.

Stan rolls his eyes. "The catch is, do it before I change my mind. Now take something." He elbows the cash register open.

The three of you look around the Mystery Shack. You loop around the Shack a few times, trying to find something. Nothing really stands out to you until you hear a faint tune playing.

You look around, confused as to what’s playing such a haunting melody. There’s nothing here that does that, aside from a fake chupacabra doll that fake roars and growls.

You keep walking until the sound gets faintly louder. You come across a box stuck before a bunch of shelves. You yank it out, coughing as a bunch of dust flies into your face. You wave away the dust as you move the papers out of the box.

It's a really old music box, but it’s not playing music anymore. That's weird—it was playing music until you moved the paper. You put the paper back over it, but it still doesn’t start playing music again.

Huh. Well, this is coming home with me, you snicker as you pick out your item.

You walk over to see what your siblings picked out. Dipper has a blue pine tree hat on, and Mabel is staring into a box.

Mabel lets out an excited shout before she reaches into the box. "And I will have a... GRAPPLING HOOK! Yes!"

Stan, Dipper, and you all glance at each other before Stan asks, confused, "Wouldn't she rather have, like... a doll or something?"

You laugh as Mabel fires the grappling hook up at the ceiling. It catches, and she pulls herself up, shouting, "GRAPPLING HOOK!"

You shrug. "Mabel has wanted a grappling hook since she was six and saw one on TV."

Stan chuckles as the three of you watch Mabel dangle from the ceiling. "Fair enough!"

"Alright, let's see if we can use it from the roof!" you call to Mabel as she drops down, and the three of you race upstairs.

The rest of the day is spent shooting the grappling hook out the window.

Later, the three of you move on to your own activities. You mindlessly scroll on your phone, bored. You stop and glance over to see what your siblings are up to. Dipper is writing in the journal with his "monologue face," while Mabel jumps on her bed, laughing.

"This journal told me there was no one in Gravity Falls I could trust." You smile at Dipper when he glances at you and Mabel. "But when you battle a hundred gnomes side-by-side with people, you realize that they've probably always got your back."

You laugh as Mabel shoots the grappling hook, then reels it back with a stuffed animal attached.

Dipper closes the journal. "Hey, Mabel, could you get the light?"

"Wait, M.P., maybe that's not a good—" You're interrupted by Mabel yelling, "I'm on it!"

You flinch as the grappling hook shatters the window, knocking the lantern out. "It worked!"

The three of you laugh. "These grappling hooks..." Mabel laughs, staring appreciatively at the grappling hook. You look over to see Dipper’s "monologue face."

"Our uncle told us there was nothing strange about this town. But who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked?"

You sigh as you lay back. You can't wait to see how the rest of this summer goes. Knowing your siblings, it's going to be amazing.

[nenoname]

deleted scenes version of scaryoke that brings up stan's inferiority complex towards ford right at the start of s2, my beloved

also i mourn that these gideon jokes got deleted (and yeah i know the fault one was repurposed in the comic into "mabel's fault" but that always felt so harsh to me and wouldve found it funnier if it was called "pines' fault")

[lilidawnonthemoon]

💫 𝓒𝓸𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓬 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 🌌

[bodymachine]

omg please don’t think that acknowledging recurring imagery and metaphors and symbols in poetry in your corner of the internet means specific things are overdone and to be avoided. please trust that people write about what moves them and accept that there’s beauty in simply noticing these patterns in what moves people. do you wish that birds never appeared again in poems? in any way? do you wish to never hear the words death or rain or home or blood again? please don’t let your internet brainrot spread. you have the power to resist being cynical about poetry. trust me everything will be okay.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

'Gideon's mom is carla mccorkle' was always a dumb theory because there's no way the gravity falls writers would put that much focus on a female character

[angelnumber27]

One time I was doing court mandated community service and this woman said “you look like Lindsay Lohan!” And I said thank you and she literally said “don’t say thank you, SHES A DRUG ADDICT”

[arolesbianism]

You know, I think the reason I've never been big on the idea of Abigail not actually being Abigail is because it's just so much more fun and fucked up if it Is Abigail and it's partly because of the whole watching your twin die over and over, but it's also because holy shit does Wendy say some shit that sucks so bad to say when Abby is literally Right Next To Him. Like imagine your fucking twin constantly talking about you like you're not there, all while also being constantly held up as the only thing keeping him going, and then he pulls out the "I have nothing worth protecting" and it's just all like godddd this kid's shitty coping mechanism of being an edgelord is causing him to unintentionally be such a dick sometimes and that is so fucking delightful to me. Abby has spent god knows how long watching her twin die and treat her like a past tense and like a concept and most of the cast don't even refer to her by name and it's unclear if she can even talk to them and that's all on top of literally being a ghost who is bound to death seemingly irreversibly and all of that while shes like 12. No wonder she kills moles and rabbits for doing nothing lol

[harmonybarmy]

I would assume that misty is going to kill and eat showtunes so I want to forgive her for everything, but since it seems like she just became showtunes 2.0 I simply cannot.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Hey so like many of you, I saw that article about how people are going into college having read no classic books. And believe it or not, I've been pissed about this for years. Like the article revealed, a good chunk of American Schools don't require students to actually read books, rather they just give them an excerpt and tell them how to feel about it. Which is bullshit.

So like. As a positivity post, let's use this time to recommend actually good classic books that you've actually enjoyed reading! I know that Dracula Daily and Epic the Musical have wonderfully tricked y'all into reading Dracula and The Odyssey, and I've seen a resurgence of Picture of Dorian Gray readership out of spite for N-tflix, so let's keep the ball rolling!

My absolute favorite books of all time are The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. Classic psychological horror books about unhinged women.

I adore The Bad Seed by William March. It's widely considered to be the first "creepy child" book in American literature, so reading it now you're like "wow that's kinda cliche- oh my god this is what started it. This was ground zero."

I remember the feelings of validation I got when people realized Dracula wasn't actually a love story. For further feelings of validation, please read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. There's a lot the more popular adaptations missed out on.

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier is an absolute gem of a book. It's a slow-build psychological study so it may not be for everyone, but damn do the plot twists hit. It's a really good book to go into blind, but I will say that its handling of abuse victims is actually insanely good for the time period it was written in.

Moving on from horror, you know people who say "I loved this book so much I couldn't put it down"? That was me as a kid reading A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. Picked it up while bored at the library and was glued to it until I finished it.

Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie was also a childhood favorite of mine. Next time someone bitches about Woke Casting, tell them that the original 1911 Peter Pan novel had canon nonbinary fairies.

Watership Down by Richard Adams is my sister Cori's favorite book period. If you were a Warrior Cats, Guardians of Ga'Hoole or Wings of Fire kid, you owe a metric fuckton to Watership Down and its "little animals on a big adventure" setup.

A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry was a play and not a book first, but damn if it isn't a good fucking read. It was also named after a Langston Hughes poem, who's also an absolutely incredible author.

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury is a book I absolutely adore and will defend until the day I die. It's so friggin good, y'all, I love it more than anything. You like people breaking out of fascist brainwashing? You like reading and value knowledge? You wanna see a guy basically predict the future of television back in 1953? Read Fahrenheit.

Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee are considered required reading for a reason: they're both really good books about young white children unlearning the racial biases of their time. Huck Finn specifically has the main character being told that he will go to hell if he frees a slave, and deciding eternal damnation would be worth it.

As a sidenote, another Mark Twain book I was obsessed with as a kid was A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. Exactly what it says on the tin, incredibly insane read.

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin is a heartbreaking but powerful book and a look at the racism of the time while still centering the love the two black protagonists feel for each other. Giovanni's Room by the same author is one that focuses on a MLM man struggling with his sexuality, and it's really important to see from the perspective of a queer man living in the 50s– as well as Baldwin's autobiographical novel, Go Tell it on the Mountain.

Agatha Christie mysteries are all still absolutely iconic, but Murder on the Orient Express is such a good read whether or not you know the end twist.

Maybe-controversial-maybe-not take: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov is a good book if you have reading comprehension. No, you're not supposed to like the main character. He pretty much spells that out for you at the end ffs.

Animal Farm by George Orwell was another favorite of mine; it was written as an obvious metaphor for the rise of fascism in Russia at the time and boy does it hit even now.

And finally, please read Shakespeare plays. As soon as you get used to their way of talking, they're not as hard to understand as people will lead you to believe. My absolute favorite is Twelfth Night- crossdressing, bisexual love triangles, yellow stockings... it's all a joy.

and those are just the ones i thought of off the top of my head! What're your guys' favorite classic books? Let's make everyone a reading list!

[bluetimeombre]

˚ · . Nothing fucks with my baby, ˚ · .

You are Hugh's young controversial girlfriend

[FINALLY! it's here, I have kept you all waiting, I hope I haven't disappointed! I said in the other posts that I wasn't gonna do much smut but I think I went more than even I thought. Got me blushing and kicking my feet. I hope you enjoy, I'm still riding this Hugh train (want to be riding him) who said that?]

warnings: older man! younger reader! fem!reader. Not proof read. Smut! Penetration, riding, oral (both receiving) praise kink,

Only a bed separated you and Hugh.

"Ok, so we're gonna pick it up from where we left it last time," said the director. "Get ready."

Hugh was in black clad trousers, shirtless, 'sweat' that was really water sprayed. His hair was already messy, perfectly so as if you'd been running your hands through it.

You still had a robe on, your makeup artist touching the highlight to be 'sweat' while Hugh watches every sway of the brush on your cheeks.

The scene was this: Hugh's character seduces yours. Well, there was seduction on both ends, characters or not. It was the first kiss, the first sex scene, the first true intimacy between your two characters. It was hot, heavy, sensual and loving. It was supposed to be all gripping hands and racing pulses, moving bodes and fumbling lips.

But it was the first kiss scene you'd share with Hugh. There'd be plenty more to come, but the director thought it would capture the true emotions of your characters to get it first try.

"Yummy," whispered your makeup artist in your ear as she leant over, slowly un-doing the ties of your robe.

"Play nice," you mutter to her.

"You don't," she winked before parting with your robe, leaving you in your silk nightgown that fell mid-thigh.

Hugh gulped, his eyes raking over you as you smiled. Your nerves were sky high, but Hugh seemed already in character.

He played the groundskeeper in 1930's Britain, best friend of your 'father', playing blackmail and seducing his daughter. You. And boy was it easy for Hugh Jackman to seduce you.

The cast and crew had been great at making the both of you comfortable and you'd all been for dinners, lunch's, cast parties, yoga sessions. They'd done everything to make it comfortable. And it had worked. You and Hugh got on like a house on fire, always around, always laughing. But there were the lingering looks once the laughter died, or the 'goodnights' that lasted longer than appropriate, and the touches, the constant excuse for it.

Maybe it was because you were young, alluring to a man not long divorced from an almost thirty year marriage. Maybe it was because he was everything you ever wanted, but you had a feeling lines were going to be crossed. The pit in your stomach was either dread... or desire.

"Right, all set?" the director asked.

Hugh smiled, patted his thighs and nodded.

You flashed a smile too but wiped your palms down your dress, un-knowingly shuffling it on your chest.

Hugh caught the movement and gulped. He was screwed.

"Action!"

You watched as Hugh, in character, stalked toward you. As scripted, you took a step back, hitting the bedpost but kept his gaze. You were a headstrong character, and you could do that, even if your knees felt weak.

"You er, get dressed for me, pretty girl?" he asked. He slipped his fingers through the strap, fingers caressing your skin.

Your shiver wasn't scripted and as Hugh's eyes flickered to your own, you wondered if he knew that. "You should go."

"Your pa's not home."

"My mother is," you whispered, standing taller on the bed post as if you weren't afraid.

He smirked and dragged the strap down until he could see your bare shoulder. His eyes flickered back up to yours. "Wendy's a nice woman. She doesn't expect much."

A furrow in your brows, as planned. "How dare you-"

Hugh kissed you with such force your head came back to hit the bedpost but his hand was already cupping the back of your head, easing the thump as he pressed you against it.

It wasn't scripted.

His lips were as soft as they looked, mixed with the gruffness of his stubbly beard that dragged over your chin as he dived into you like a man starved of breath. You obeyed his every move, every tilt of his head you followed.

His teeth sunk into your lip and your gasped. His tongue dipped in, meeting yours gently asking for permission.

You grabbed his cheeks, drawing back enough to get a look at him. There was a wild frenzy in his eyes causing them to go darker, but beneath that you saw his concern, his worry that he'd gone to far.

Whether this was acting or not, you didn't care.

You drew him back in, lips smacking as passion pulled both your strings. He groaned as you obeyed him, body flattening against yours.

His hands raked down your shoulders, taking the straps with you as you gasp and shiver. The gown wasn't supposed to come off but at that rate, you didn't care if it slipped a little. Hugh's hands moved down your sides, to your hips, gripping the material and bunching it.

"You," he gasped against your lips.

He met your gaze and you smirked, challenging him. Luckily, it could all work in character.

You had no knickers or anything on. It was all to easy to see the line in the dress if you did.

Hugh groaned and brought your head back to his, tongue wasting no time in sweeping into your mouth, tasting every corner and marking it as your own.

He spun you around until he was against the bed, his knees buckling and falling, you in his lap.

He groaned into your mouth, loud enough for the microphone above you to hear. Your lips paused on his, hands crawling into his hair as you felt it.

He was hard, so incredibly hard.

Hugh's eyes were scrunched shut as you backed away a fraction, his tongue licking at his lips for a taste of you. Your hair was starting to stick to your head from real sweat.

His trousers were pulled over his crotch, highlighting the size of him as your mouth watered and your thighs tightened on him. His gaze was hooded as he watched you in silent awe.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you pressed yourself against him, feeling every ridge through the tiny fabric of your nightgown. God, he couple feel every warmth of you. How much you wanted him.

He pecked your lips and brought your bottom lip out with his teeth. From the cameras and the lights and the amount of people in the room, the sweat on the two of you started to be real, mixed with your pants and soft moans that weren't necessary for the scene but needed to pass between the two of you.

Your fingers dug into the back of his shoulders as your rocked yourself onto him, grinding onto his clothed crotch to feel something.

Hugh kept one hand on the back of your neck, occasionally drifting into your hair and tugging with every rock of your hips.

You wondered if the director would ever call cut and you hoped he never would. If it all ended here. Your only consoling thought was the amount of intimacy scene's you and Hugh would have to share together.

He grabbed you and rolled you over as planned until you were flat, chest heaving with breaths and he was kneeling over you. His hands went to his belt, twiddling to undo it.

In a frenzy of passion, your hands reached out to help, grazing his bulge. He watched you as he finally un did the belt and your nails scraped down his thighs.

Hugh loomed over you, grinding down into your cunt until he could feel how wet you were, his lips coming to your shoulder. He didn't have to bite, but he seemed satisfied with it.

"Cut!" called the director.

Your hands halted where they were in his hair and Hugh fell against you, caging you to the bed as you both panted.

"Well done, guys, that was great, you got it over and done with. Now for the rest of them, but that'll come gradual," said the director as both Hugh's and your team came to the bed.

Still, neither of you moved.

"Gradual, yeah," you panted, your hands still stroking back Hugh's hair until you realised what you were doing.

Hugh kissed your shoulder once before rolling from you and taking the robe offered to him. You took things slower, knees weak at just the memory of him.

You took the robe and wrapped yourself up.

Hugh glanced back at you, not once, twice.

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You’d thought about it all day. Even as you half-heartedly did the rest of the scenes for the day. Your head was only half on set, the other half focused on the feel of Hugh under you.

In your trailer that night you played your music, gripping your hair in one hand and riding your hand with the other, trying to re-make the magic of feeling him under you.

God, how wrong it was. He was your costar. Old enough to be your father and your celebrity crush for god knows how long. You couldn’t be with him even if you wanted to, he’d probably leave the project if he knew how you’d watched every semi pornographic scene with him in it just to get yourself off.

The knock on your trailer altered you.

Quickly you pushed yourself from bed and wiped your fingers on your shorts, rushing to answer the door.

Hugh’s hands were braced on either side of your trailer door, panting as if he’d ran a matharon before turning up at your step.

“Hugh,” you smiled, desperate to act casual. “What’s up?”

He sighed, staring at you dreamily. He didn’t wait for an invite in. “I thought we could practice, some more.”

You looked up at him. You must have looked a mess, flushed cheeks and devilish hair, but he didn’t look much better. He was in a casual top, black sweatpants low on his v-line.

Daring to peak, you could see the indent. He was still hard.

Your thighs clenched in together from the overwhelming heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You sat next to Hugh on the sofa where you’d left your last script. Your thigh against his, his finger grazing your knee.

You cleared your throat, trying to read when all you could do was bask in every little touch from him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” said Hugh. His eyes were on you, script forgotten.

Glancing from him to the script, you flicked a page. “I don’t- where does it say-”

With a rough hand, he tilted your jaw to him until your lips were a hairs breath away. His tongue flicked out, darting over your lips, begging. “Honey, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You gulped, mouth opening for breath or for him, you couldn’t tell which was more important. A hand crept up to cradle the back of his head. “I can’t tell if we’re practicing or not, Hugh.”

His head rested against yours as he moved it side to side. “Whatever gets you to fall in love with me.”

His eyes met yours.

“As if you even have to try.”

Your lips were soft and mouth wide as you received him, tongue gracing his mouth as he grabbed your hips to pull you on top of him, the script crinkling between the two of you. Your hands were in his hair, grown longer for the part, then raking down his neck then over his shirt until you were gripping it in your hands, pulling him closer to you while you lost air.

Hugh pulled back enough to kiss your jaw, biting at the skin.

“Is this-“ you gasped, holding onto his shoulders. Your thoughts weren’t working, nothing was. All you could think was him, his hands on your hips.

Hugh's lips reluctantly dragged away from your skin, as if he'd die to be parted. "Is it what baby?" when he saw your concern, his desire dimmed. All he wanted was for you to be alright. "Tell me," he brushed back your hair, thumb pulling down your bottom lip, after all, he still needed you like you might die tomorrow.

You sat back on his lap, trying to distract yourself from the dampness in your pants. "Is this real?"

"Doesn't it feel real to you?" he laughed, rocking himself into you.

"Is this Hugh?" you whispered, "or just your character."

His eyes softened. Hugh cradled your cheeks, holding you to look at him. "This is me and you, honey. I-I know this all seems sudden, and we can stop if you want-"

"I'm not saying that," you quickly cut him off as he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your neck. You wanted him, even if it meant heartbreak for you later.

He pulled back and looked up at you. "This is me wanting you. As y/n. As whatever you will give me. As my love, as my baby. As- as everything i've been thinking about for months. As everything I've been waiting for, baby," his thumb smoothed over your cheekbones as you nuzzled into his palms. "If i've made you feel like i'm using you i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, but this is real to me."

You glance up at him. Your lips press a kiss into his palm as you hold his hand to you. "Good," you mutter. You adjust yourself, settling down on his lap again until his clothed erection is begging for your wetness. "Because this is real to me too."

Hugh growled and kissed you, all tongue and teeth as he sort to get every piece of you in one. His arms, strong and large, wrapped around your back and held you into him until even when you pulled away to breathe, your breath was full of him.

With his strength, he pushed you down on your sofa, throwing the script behind him and pulling your legs until they were thrown on either side of his hips. He was lucky you were still in costume, your dress riding up to reveal your white panties, with a damp spot.

Hugh lied down, looking at your pussy as his one hand held down your hips, the other crawling up your chest to squeeze your breasts. "This real? This all for me, honey?"

"Yes," you gasp, running your hands through his hair as his salt and pepper beard scraped your thighs.

"You want me?"

"Yes, Hugh."

"How badly?"

"So, so badly," you whisper, eyes shut as his breath fans where you need him most. "Please baby, please."

He kissed over your panties. "So polite, honey. So good for me." He licked a stripe up, letting his tongue swirl over your clit.

Your back arches. As he repeated the motion before hooking his fingers through the band and slowly- agonisingly slowly- pulling down your panties and the scrunching them up in his hand.

He moaned at the sight of you dripping before him. How he had you panting by the smallest touches. You were his to touch. To ruin. To taint with him and only him. "Thought about this cunt of yours more than should be allowed."

You chuckle, propping yourself up to indulge in the sinful image of him between your thighs. "Yeah? Thought about it too."

"Tell me," he said. His eyes were on yours as he peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs, fingers indented into your flesh.

You moan, eyes fluttering shut. You think of every crude images you'd conjured in your mind. Him suffocating between your thighs, you sitting on his face, riding that perfect arched nose. Your mouth stuffed with his cock as he eats you out. Riding him. Up against a wall. Every filthy thing, you wanted to do with him. "Thought about your tongue, your cock, fingers, nose."

He laughed, glancing up at you. "My nose, huh?"

You chuckle with him, falling back and throwing your arms over your face. The laughter catches in your throat when you feel his tongue dive into your folds, the warmth spreading. You moan, legs going to close if it weren't for Hugh tapping them.

"Keep them open baby," his voice was rough in demand as he focused on you. On tasting you, on spreading your folds with his fingers- sliding them in and out to get a feel, as he shoved his tongue in depths you didn't know he could.

You bite down on the back of your hand, but your cry is barley muffled. "Fuck, baby."

Hugh eats you like he's starved man. He moans into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body that he receive gladly. It goes through him like you're one person. He finds himself grinding down on the sofa like a teenage boy. That's what you're doing to him, making him focus on you and not cumming before stuffing you with him.

"Hugh, I'm-" you mutter all too quickly.

"God, can't wait to taste you cum on my tongue, honey," he said. "You want my nose huh?" He stuffs his face into your pussy, tongue flicking up and down your folds as he nudges his nose on your clit repeatedly until he has your thighs shaking.

"Hugh!" you moan, holding onto his shoulder to stabilise yourself.

Hugh slides his fingers into you, using your wetness to his advantage as he continues to work you with his tongue. He slobbers, spitting down your folds and fingers as he works it into you, groaning at the sight. "Can't wait to feel this around me. God, I wanted you on my cock so bad, with the camera's watching, with the crew. Want them all to know an old man like me can have you falling in love."

"Always," you gasp, focusing on the warmth in your stomach and Hugh's fingers curling inside of you. "Want you to take me. Use me. Have me."

Hugh flattens himself against your sofa, groaning, eyes rolling in the back of his head like it's your mouth warm against is cock. He grips your hand that was on his shoulder and holds it until his fingers bleach white from the grip. He rests it on your sternum, looking up at you.

Wisps of your hair stick to your forehead, your chest spilling out the dress and rising and falling as your body trembles. You hold his hand just as tight, if not, tighter.

"Cum on my lips baby, please," he begged. "Want to taste you. Want to make you cum."

It took little more encouragement from you before you came on his tongue, gasping and grasping as you did. Hugh ate it up, licking the mess from your pussy and your lips. It has him quivering and knowing he'll need this taste every day just to keep him sane.

"Hugh?"

He glances back up at you. Your pink cheeks and wide eyes. He grins, licking his lips and wiping your juice from the corner of his lips and licking it from his fingers as he crawls back over you. He nudges his nose against yours and grins at your smile. "That was amazing."

"You're saying it like you just had the best orgasm of your life," you laugh.

His brows rose. "Best orgasm of your life, huh? I can give you plenty more where that came from?"

You smirk, running your hand from his chest to between his legs, rubbing your hand over his dick that trembles at your touch. Satisfaction gnaws at you as you watch his eyes shut and jaw clench.

"Baby, almost had me cumming in my pants like a teenager," he chuckled, shakily.

You tut, sitting up to have better access to his lap. "Can't be having that."

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That's how the rest of the months of filming were spent.

At first, the two of you agreed to take it slow. Little dinner dates, grabbing coffee together and walks in the local parks. Luckily it was known you were filming together and the paps weren't too fussed.

You tried to take it slow, but the sex was anything but.

In the mornings when you were inevitably in the make up chair first thing- as the star of the movie- Hugh would join you, passing you your coffee order and breakfast before taking a seat next to you and chatting away with you and the make-up artists. Even if he wasn't shooting that day, he was there. On the dot. Every day.

Your team of people smirked knowingly even if neither of you confirmed it. But the stolen stares and kind offerings were enough. Surprisingly, nobody warned him about being with one so young and neither you him much older as he was.

Because everyone knew it was true, real love. Because first, it came from friendship.

He helped you with scenes when you asked, helping the emotions play out. Even you gave him new perspectives of looking and taking om scenes. It was refreshing. Life with you was refreshing.

The more intimate scene's became harder, oddly enough. Because you'd get to into it, the director yelling cut several times to tear your bodies from each other. Then, when you were alone at night, you jumped on Hugh, climbing him like a tree.

Sometimes you couldn't wait till night and dragged him into your dressing room, sliding down to your knees and un-doing his belt.

"Eager?" he'd tease.

You wouldn't justify him with an answer. Your hands messaging his balls and tongue licking up his cock until you had him down your throat or stuffed in your cheeks was enough for him.

At the end, you had to stop reading scripts with Hugh as his glasses perched on his nose was too much for you.

Enough times he knew that and would eat you out wearing them. And only them. You'd watch the lenses steam up as he licked and moaned in you until you were cumming over his chin, sometimes landing on his glasses.

"Honey, you're too much," he grinned and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Dinner nights after long days always ended up with your foot gently trailing up his leg in his dress pants, his hand gripping your ankle as it inched closer to his cock, finger running circles.

Hugh would have to park in the dark and pull you onto his cock, ruining your dazzling dress and tearing the seams of his trousers to have his cock free and nuzzled into you.

One of your breasts was in his mouth as you rode him, his arm wrapped around your waist and helping you move. His cock warm and throbbing inside of you.

"Oh baby," he moaned around your breast, teeth pinching at your nipple. "Grip me like a dream."

His hand gripped your ass, pushing you and pushing you, throwing his head back and groaning out as the car rocked form your hard movements. It didn't matter how many times either of you had each other, it was a constant need never satisfied. You breathed new life into him and he wanted to use it all on you.

"Hugh, I need you!" you whined out even as his cock was deep in you.

But he got it. Because it wasn't enough for him. "I know, baby, I know!" he lurched forward and kissed you as you grabbed his cheek, keeping him there. Your tongues fought as you tried to catch your breath, bouncing on his cock. He growled. You whimpered.

"Fuck me, Hugh," you told him, biting down on his earlobe as you cuddled into him, bouncing on his dick as fast as you could to reach your third high that night.

"Shit, just there- right there!" he held your hips down as his cum spluttered into you, him growling and moaning out your name like prayer. Nobody in the world had been so devoted to something like Hugh was to you.

And the balance was perfect. The next night Hugh would join you in your trailer- where most your times were spent. You were curled into his side as he was shirtless, reading. Those annoyingly attractive glasses still there as he laughed at some parts of the book and you'd ask what it had said and he'd explain it to you while his fingers twirled strands of your hair.

The next day you'd be attached to him all day, lips forming as one as the camera rolled and the director gave you pointers. It was a scene of the two of you in the garden. Both indecent (although of course following Hollywood guidelines) Hugh didn't even let you up from his lap, instead holding you there as you both acted professional and took the director's words. You could fuck him, love him and work with him all you needed.

That night, Hugh would have you on the floor of his trailer, the two of you hardly making it through the door before he had his cock in your mouth, stirring you with his hands in your hair.

"Did so good today, my good girl, working so hard for everyone," he groaned as you chocked around his cock.

You took him deep and took him out, spitting over his cock and working him with your hand. "So big," you mumbled, drunk on having him. You sucked one of his balls into your mouth, devoting attention to both of them.

"Oh, fuck, y/n, you're gonna be the death of me. God, I just know you wanted to ride me with everyone watching, could feel how wet you were."

You take his cum down your throat, licking every last drop before you both fall asleep in his bed to film together the next day.

You both walk on set, laughing, smiling, with coffee in hands and every on set watches and smirks cause they know. Maybe they don't know all the filthy things you get up to, but they can see it's more than just another hollywood controversial talk.

But Hugh is in love with you.

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[nenoname]

while the only redeeming quality of love god really is the stan joke, it does emphasize how bad mabel is at matchmaking and also how much romance sucks actually

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

head in hands. accidentally looked at old instagram posts 8 injured 400 killed

[quartings]

The original Gravity Falls pitches and pilot just dropped!!

(Link for those who want it)

For those who don't wanna look through all of it, here are some highlights I found!

Interesting changes from the pitch (What Alex Hirsch showed Disney to make them greenlight the show):

Stan’s secret was that he’s secretly protecting the townsfolk from weirdness, nothing to do with Ford. No mention of Ford in the pitch at all. Stan also wanted Dipper and Mabel to be his successors in this version.

Mabel used to be the unhygienic one instead of Dipper.

Wendy was brunette and didn’t work as the Mystery Shack cashier, instead selling veggie juice out of her van.

As such, Soos (Jesús in this version) worked the register in addition to his handyman job in this version. He was a bit less of a hard worker here, watching telenovelas on the job sometimes, but still loves his job and is extremely loyal to Stan.

Robbie was almost exactly the same, parents’ backstory and all, but there’s an interesting note that he occasionally clashed with Gideon in this version (which we never got in the final show)

Speaking of which, Gideon’s last name in this version was Garrymore instead of Gleeful.

Gideon used to personally harass and prank Stan, going out of his way to vandalize Stan’s stuff himself.

Manly Dan was always planned to be Wendy’s dad. In this version, he hates the idea that his hipster daughter prefers conserving the environment instead of chopping down forests

(For those who wanted more Wendy episodes, I’m surprised Hirsch didn’t use this as a conflict for one of them- it makes her interesting without costing any of her “coolness”)

Sheriff Blubs was originally Sheriff “Blumps”. Durland has the same name likely because Hirsch said he’s named after a real guy.

With no Ford and no Journal mentioned, episodes were originally very different-

“The President’s Cabinet/Irrational Treasure.” Instead of via the journal, Dipper and Mabel find a record of Quentin Trembley in a box buried in the yard. No Pacifica mentioned here.

“Secret Dungeon” Dipper becomes obsessed with a recalled arcade cabinet. Mabel must try and save him by finding the original high scorer.

“Thtupid Thursday” One of the many ‘Shining Twins’ episode concepts Hirsch wanted to do. Dipper and Mabel learn ‘twin telepathy’ from some creepy twins, and soon regret it.

“Periodic Mabel” Mabel invents her own element for the science fair and Dipper is jealous.

“Only the Clonely/Boyz Crazy” The exact same episode just without Candy and Grenda. Sev’ral Timez is called “ReelBoyzzz” in this version.

“Big Dipper” With surprisingly no tie to Little Dipper, Dipper asks a fortune teller to make him older so he can win Wendy over. But she makes him 22, so he and Mabel have to undo the spell.

“Sweater off Dead” Mabel buys an antique sweater and is possessed by the soul of the granny who last wore it. Stan is terrified by the spirit because she reminds him of his ex-wife Marilyn (Deep Edalyn Clawthorne lore???) so Dipper must “Swexorcize” his sister and save her.

“Teed Off/The Golf War” With no Pacifica, this was originally a Dipper vs Gideon episode- No Lilliputtians, either. Instead, the 13th hole is cursed and traps the cast in a time loop.

Now, changes from the Production Pitch (I’m guessing for when the show was already greenlit and this was a way to brief crew members on what the show would 100% be about)

Stan’s secret (likely the portal) and the journal are now set in stone.

Emphasis on continuity and character development. Nothing gets “reset” by next episode. All plot developments are permanent.

All character names and designs are locked in. Pacifica has now been added, as well as Waddles, Gompers, Lazy Susan, Candy and Grenda, and McGucket (No mention or hint at his past here)

Interesting to note is that there is still zero outright mention of Ford and Bill in this version, even though multiple episodes were seemingly in production at this point.

Manly Dan’s conflict with Wendy from the original pitch is still here. Making it even more mindblowing that we never got it in the show

Blubs and Durland are described as a little more playful instead of mean like in the original pitch.

All episode examples made it into the show with no changes this time. They are Tourist Trapped, Legend of the Gobblewonker, Fight Fighters, Boyz Crazy, and The Land Before Swine.

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Highest Bidder

Description: When you get Eddie to agree to be on auction for the Valentine’s Ball, you don't count on jealousy affecting you this much. To be fair, you didn’t think Chrissy Cunningham would be there. But maybe, just maybe, he likes you just as much as you like him? 

Warnings: Angst, fluff and smut, my favourite horsemen. NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll shoot you with arrows and not the cupid kind. Slight older, 25 ish Eddie Munson x 23 ish fem reader, confessions, BFFs to lovers, oral fem receiving, p in v unprotected sex (dress before you impress irl) 

A/N: So this was meant for Valentines but I decided to catch Covid instead. Inspired by the auction scene in Groundhog Day. I loved writing this, hopefully you get the desperate pining feeling that I was trying to give off. I love all of you, not only on Valentines but every day. 

Comments and reblogs keep this little paper heart from bursting Into flames. Please, comment and reblog, it makes me so happy you don't even know. 

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“So sweetheart,” Eddie begins, a sly smile creeping over his face as he steeples his hands in front of him, elbows on his knees, “are you gonna tell me why you did it?” He's sitting across from you in his armchair, like this is some sort of bizarre job interview. 

The surroundings are familiar. Eddie's second hand couch, the worn fabric soft under your thighs. The coffee table you helped drag up four flights of stairs, adorned with a coaster placed entirely for your benefit, of course. It's not like Eddie cares about water rings. The comforting smell of the fabric softener Eddie uses intermingled with cigarettes, and incense to cover the smoky aroma. That, and Eddie's aftershave; faint after a night in proximity of it, but there all the same. 

The situation is not familiar. The wayward glances, the lingering touches, the tension filling the air so thick it's like trying to move through cake batter. Wading through some dense, sweet, all consuming feeling that sticks to your ribs and pulls you into its gravity.

Torn between looking at him and shyly stirring your drink with its straw, you think about it. Why did you? The answer wasn't simple. It never was, with Eddie.

It all started with the Valentines Charity Ball your mom roped you into helping to organise. She was a force to be reckoned with, your mom. The human equivalent of a wrecking ball. When she got involved with any good cause, no one and nothing could stop her. Including you. 

So, when she ran to you in desperation last night, you didn't hesitate. One of the guys for the date auction had taken ill and she was stuck for a fourth. So, the first name you could think of spilled out of your mouth. It took some convincing. No, he's not just some freak. Yes, he's doing well for himself. Yes, he's got a steady job, an apartment. No, he doesn't deal anymore. Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing. 

You were never a thing. It was much more complex than that. Affairs of the heart always were. When you'd met Eddie at school you were quiet. A loser, living on the fringes of obscurity; not popular, but not strange enough to be bullied. Eddie was safe. A shield. You'd entered Hellfire without a second thought. And sure, he was handsome, ridiculously so. But at the time, he was seeing some twig called Stacey or Samantha or something, and you bit down on your attraction. Hid it deep within the tissue of your heart. Swallowed it whole. Then, you'd dated Thomas, and after that, he had seen Wendy, and then it was circumstantial. At no point had the pair of you been single together until recently, so it clearly wasn't meant to be. Whatever attraction you'd been harbouring was mellowed, dissolved and disintegrated in yourself. After that, he was just Eddie. 

Convincing Eddie to do the auction had been an entirely different story. It wasn't nerves. He had stood on tables in the cafeteria to speak his mind, after all. He had conveyed his innermost thoughts to almost any who would listen, like some wayward preacher at a bizarre sermon. It could never be nerves, not with him. It was always the fear of not being enough. The fear of himself. After many words of encouragement, he'd agreed. If only to shut you up, but it worked. 

What you hadn't accounted for was the sight of Eddie climbing out of his beat up van in a goddamn button up shirt and fucking dress shoes. In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun. You hadn't counted on the easy smile you'd seen a thousand times now winding into your stomach and sending raven wing beats into your heart. In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core. Moths, they say, live at most, a day, but these seem ancient compared. Alive in an enclosure you had created years ago, set loose suddenly and all at once, their once fixated caretaker ignoring his responsibilities. 

“Hey sweetheart, am I late?” 

When had his voice gained that huskiness, that depth? When had looking into his chocolate brown eyes melted your insides? A twinge in your back brought on by the stress of the night took you back to the here and now. Gazing back at him whilst you attempted to rub it away, you replied.

“N-no, not at all. You, you look really good, Eddie.” 

He scoffed aloud, shaking his head in disbelief, a cascade of loose curls flowing around his face. 

“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.” 

Your head span with the compliment, as you looked down at your own outfit. It was a ball after all, and for once your mom had insisted on a dress. It was a deep red, cheap satin, low cut, a tasteful hem at the knee, with a slit up the side providing at least a little mobility, and kitten heels. Currently, you felt like an outsider looking into a different world through plexiglass, but the way Eddie looked at you made you feel like you belonged. 

‘It's nothing, just a dress.” 

“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”

His knuckles dragged across your flushed cheek, and for a moment all sense of who you were and why this was happening was lost to the feel of his skin on yours. But only for a moment. Dipping your eyes down, you took a tiny step back. 

“We should head inside Eddie. You ready?” 

After a couple of hours of cheesy music and weak as fuck punch, you tapped your fingers on your plastic cup and turned down the latest pensioner who thought you were here for his amusement. Until finally, the host tapped the microphone and asked everyone to gather at the front for the main event. You made your way to the side of the stage in case you were needed, and waited for the bidding to start. 

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have the highlight of the night. For one night only, Hawkins’s most eligible bachelors will be yours, to an extent. Be prepared to be wined, dined, and entertained, by our finest gentlemen, all in the name of charity, of course. And first up, is our very own George Heights! Give it up for George everyone!” 

The crowd clapped as George walked onto the stage, an early balding man with just the hint of a pot belly poking through his chequered blue shirt.  

“George is an artist, and an aspiring architect, with a penchant for poetry and an insatiable appetite. Give it up for George, everybody!”

After a lukewarm auction, which ended with George being bought for 65 bucks, the next one was sold. And the next one. Pretty soon, it was Eddie's turn. He stepped forward, and whispers began to float around you. You expected that, to some extent, but there were woops, and even a wolf whistle too. Ever the showman, he bent into a low bow, straightened back up, and winked at the audience. 

“And last, but not least, we have a handsome young man up for your bidding pleasure. Put your hands together for Eddie!” 

As he did a turn on the spot, hands outstretched, the rouse of applause went on for longer than you thought it would. Enthusiastic hands clapped for your man.

No. Your friend. Just a friend. 

“That's it, that's what we're looking for! Eddie is a mechanic, and a talented guitarist, who is looking for your company tonight! So, starting bid, can I hear twenty dollars?” 

“Here! Twenty dollars!” An old lady waved her programme enthusiastically in the air. Eddie's eyes rolled and caught yours momentarily, and you flashed a smile at him. 

“There we go, twenty! Can we go to twenty five?” 

“Thirty!” an equally old lady shouted, earning you yet another look from him that made you laugh. 

“Fifty dollars!” 

The crowd went silent as a man in the back shot his hand in the air. 

“Woah, a high bidder! Anyone want to beat fifty?” 

Before the crowd had a chance to recuperate a young and extremely pretty woman's hand shot upward. 

“One hundred dollars!” 

Everyone fell silent. The only thing not getting the message was your heartbeat. The beautifully manicured and delicate hand belonged to none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham. 

She looked more beautiful than ever. Hawkins’s sweetheart, all grown up. The popular girl, the pretty girl. Prettier than you, at least to your mind. Prom queen, beauty pageant winner, and the icing on the cake? Actually a nice person. No one could hate her, it would be like kicking a kitten. 

But as your heart dropped like a lead weight into your chest, you thought you wouldn't mind seeing a bit of fur flying across the room, guided by your heels. 

You saw it, you couldn't fail to. The sudden way Eddie stood a little straighter, chest puffed up a little more, as a slow smirk crawled over his face. 

“One hundred? Wowee! Thank you young lady! Anyone for one twenty?” 

The man at the back called out, “right here!” 

Chrissy giggled, small hand held up covering the cute noise, and made another bid. 

“One thirty!” 

It seemed like the entirety of your body's blood had rushed to your head. You felt dizzy and sick, watching this happen, like some slow motion car crash. Again, your damned back hurt. you rubbed it in vain, and gazed back at the ruin in front of you.  

“One fifty!” The man at the back bellowed. Eddie's eyes widened, and he put his hands together, as if in prayer. His gaze was begging, pleading, and directed at Chrissy. 

The frozen spell you seemed to have been under lifted suddenly. This was not going to happen, you wouldn't let it. Chrissy had everything she could possibly need, she didn't need more. She couldn't have him. 

He's yours. 

Through watery eyes, you fiercely trawled through your purse, and came across the little envelope you tucked in there earlier. The money you had scraped together to go towards buying a car. You'd almost forgotten it, intending to drop it home before you came here. 

It looked like you'd have to be a pedestrian for a while longer. 

At the same time Chrissy placed delicate fingers in the air, your whole arm shot up, purse clutched in hand. 

“Two hundred and fifty two dollars and thirty nine cents!” 

Gasps and grunts from the crowd echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned to face you. Even Eddie's jaw hit the floor. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did people were cheering. 

“Well, I think that wraps it up folks! The highest bid of the night, sold to the very eager young lady in red right over here! What a great donation!”

He continued talking, wrapping up the show, and signalled for the music to start once again. Blood was hammering in your ears, making you almost oblivious to everyone around you. All you could focus on in your tunnel vision was Eddie as he walked to the edge of the stage, climbed off in a smooth hop, and started sauntering toward you. 

“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin. 

“Hey, I was just saving you from that guy over there, pretty sure he wanted more than a date.” Your words came out calmer than you thought you were capable of as you clenched a fist at your side to hide your shakes. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, “That's what you were saving me from, huh?” 

He knew it was a lie. You knew it was a lie. You're pretty sure the entire hall knew it was a lie. 

“Of course, don't want some old geezer putting his hands all over you. Not a fun Valentines. Plus, I own you now. You've gotta do what I say.” 

Your hands dropped to your hips, holding them as you smiled at him. 

“Kinky,” he replied, stepping closer, making you falter in your confident stance as you’re forced to look up at him, “so, what are your orders, princess?” 

“Can you, get me a drink. A proper drink, from the bar? Please?” 

Taking your hand in both of his, he brought it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it that turned your insides upside down. 

“Easy. Your wish is my command. Jack and Coke, right?” 

Gormlessly nodding, all you managed to say was a stunted “uh huh.”

He flashed that grin again, and bounced off with more of a spring in his step than usual. 

You turned on your heel, begging yourself to get your head together, and busied yourself with gathering the donations for the auction, including your hefty one, and passed the cash to your mom to be locked away. When you approached, she opened her mouth but you wildly waved a finger at her. 

“I know, I don't want to hear it. Not right now.” 

She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.” 

Rolling your eyes and simultaneously rubbing your back, you passed over the cash and turned quickly, nearly slamming into someone. 

“Easy princess, I know you bought me but I won't stand for full on tackling.” 

He was holding your drink high, arms up to protect it.

“Sorry Eds, just escaping from-” 

You looked over your shoulder, but your mom had disappeared. 

“-nevermind. Thank you.” 

As you grabbed your drink you took a generous gulp in a vain attempt to steady your nerves. 

“So, now you have me, what are you gonna do to me?” 

As he guided a wolfish grin to you, you simply rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that several unsavoury thoughts were swimming through your mind. 

“What if I told you to hop on one leg and bark like a dog, huh?” You replied, sending a grin right back. 

“Oh you don't think I would? Don't test me princess.” 

You simply folded your arms and cocked your head, daring him with a look. Eddie nodded, and started fucking bouncing on one leg. 

“Woof! Woo-” 

“OK OK stop you weirdo!” Gasping a laugh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and dragged him away from the curious stares of those around you. 

As the song changed to a slow ballad, Eddie whipped the drink from your hand despite your protests and placed it on a nearby table. 

“What are you doing?” 

Grasping your hand he escorted you to the middle of the dance floor and suddenly pulled you so close that the air expelled from your lungs. There was no air, just music, and feeling, and Eddie. 

“I'm dancing with you. Isn't this what you do on dates?” 

As he held your hips, thumbs rubbing into your sides, your mind cleared. Like a bubble of smoke had popped. This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.  

“This isn't a date, Eds.” 

Your words held some spite, but it was belied by the smirk tugging at your cheeks. 

“You are right. This isn't a date. If it was, well, we wouldn't be surrounded by geriatrics.” he nodded at the crowd around you, eliciting a high pitched giggle from your chest. 

As you swayed in step with him, gazing into his chocolate eyes, the smirk only grew, fuelled by the mischief in his eyes. 

“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?” 

A part of you wants to feel bashful and turn away, but the spell his eyes have you under is in control. No force on earth could tear your gaze asunder. The couples around you could burst into flames and be chalked up to little more than background noise. 

“Well, first, I would have picked you up at your house, bought you some flowers too,” he said as he brought his hand to yours, holding it and pushing you into his frame even more, so you strained your neck up to him. His breath fanned delicately against your ear as he continued his explanation. 

“Probably took you to a fancy restaurant, with fabric napkins,” he said, making you giggle at his understanding of ‘fancy’, “would have paid too. Maybe had some wine. Shared a dessert.” 

“Yeah?” You nearly whisper it, words falling into the exposed skin of his neck. 

“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee,” suddenly he spun you, pressing his lithe front to your waiting back, his fingers scooping the hair from your neck sending comet trails of sensation down your spine. He continued, words making your head dizzy, “Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.” 

As he spun you back to face him, you held his gaze for a moment, seeing every ounce of honesty etched into those big brown eyes. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Let's get out of here.” 

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the here and now. Here you sit, opposite Eddie, invaded by his scent, debating whether or not to just tell the truth and hang the consequences. 

Taking a gulp of your drink, you set it back down and look Eddie in the eye. 

“Listen, I'm gonna be honest. I saw the way you looked at Chrissy and I… I was jealous. I didn't think, I just kinda acted. I'm sorry if it was weird.” 

Bravery fleeing your bones leaving behind an airy wobble, you look at your own lap, fingers twisting over and over. You're only slightly aware of the shuffle and rustle of Eddie rising to his feet, of footsteps, of the dip in the couch next to you. Then, Eddie's large hand comes to rest over both of yours. 

“Do you know why, sweetheart? Why were you jealous?” 

His hand is steady, fingers stilling your movements confidently, but there's a quaver to his voice that seems entirely unlike him. Grasping his fingers, you absentmindedly play with his heavy rings. 

“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”

Of all the reactions, you hadn't expected a deep laugh to reverberate from his chest. Recoiling in horror, you shift your hands away from his and move to stand, your only thought to run, flee. 

“No no no, please, sit,” he asks, hands grasping at your waist to keep you there, as you rub at the twinge in your back again. 

“Turn around,” he says, and you don't find it in you to disobey. Firm hands stroke softly down your back, “you've been rubbing your back all night. Right here?” 

Fingertips circle the spot that's been aching and you nod, confused.

“Eddie, if this is a rejection, it's a really odd one- oh fuck, right there.” 

He chuckles lowly, knuckles working at the knot near your spine. 

“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.” 

You don't say anything in response, you can't. Of course he's noticed you're in pain, he always notices stuff like that. The fact that this isn't a rejection though? It has your head reeling with so many thoughts that you can't express the words. Eddie clears his throat, hands rubbing into your skin through your dress, easing some of the building anxiety. 

“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.” 

“Shut up!” You gasp, mouth hanging open at his confession. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“You didn't even know me in middle school Eds.”

“Yeah I did. Well, sorta. You remember that day I ran into the library? I asked for help?” 

You pick at the scab of a memory, itching it to the forefront of your brain. 

“Oh yeah, you were running from that idiot... Johnny?”

“Jimmy Salinsky. He was gonna beat on me. You, you didn't hesitate. You didn't even know me, but you told me to hide under your chair, you even threw your coat over your lap to hide me.” 

“What else would I do?” 

He snorted derisively, continuing his impromptu massage, “ignore me, tell me to fuck off, just like anybody else. But you, no, you didn't. Jimmy ran in looking for me and you didn't even lie! He asked if a freak had run in and you-” 

“-I said ‘the only freak in here is you’, I remember.” 

“That's right!” He laughs, squeezing your hips appreciatively, “Then he asked if you'd seen the poor kid, Eddie. You said, ‘I've never even met an Eddie’, which was true too. Not like I introduced myself before I dived under your chair. I remember crouching there, trying not to laugh, watching your little legs swinging. You had odd socks on, and you smelled really good. Anyway, I crushed on you hard.” 

Head buzzing over his words, you try to organise your thoughts. 

“Did the guys- did Hellfire know?” 

“Sweetheart, I'm surprised you didn't know, it was common knowledge. I just thought you never liked me like that.” 

Turning to face him again, you stroke hesitant fingers over his knee. 

“Didn't say anything, you were seeing Stacey.” Eddie's face screws in confusion until clarity rings like a bell in his mind. 

“Her? I wasn’t- that wasn't a relationship. I would have stopped in a fucking heartbeat if I'd known.” 

“Oh. I dated Tom to get over you.” 

“I dated Wendy to get over you!” 

Sharing a laugh, you both hold eye contact, giggles dying at the realisation of what this means. 

“So, Eddie, about that kiss…” you inch forward, ever so slightly nearer to him. A pink tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip. 

“Yeah, that. That was me, running my mouth,” he says, anxiety wracking his voice as he strokes his neck compulsively, “Not that I don't want to kiss you, I do, just, erm, don't expect fireworks?” 

It's almost like he's back at middle school, the nerves radiating off of him. Smiling sweetly, you take his hand and place it on your jaw, leaning into its touch. The breath he exudes is shaky as he moves closer, eyes darting to your lips as yours flutter shut. 

It's tentative; a brush of his mouth as if he's scared of you running, of some practical joke. When you make no move to pull away his thumb strokes your cheek, lips now moving more confidently against yours. Your heartbeat is echoing inside your head as your hand slips to slither down his chest and around him, circling his side. 

Only then does his tongue slowly snake out to wet your bottom lip; a silent plea which you happily grant. Still, it's delicate, tongues moving leisurely against one another as if you have all the time in the world. It's by no means dispassionate; far from it, it may be the most emotionally  charged kiss of your life, but it feels like he's holding back. 

So, you pull him closer by the front of his shirt, flicking your leg over his knee as your fingers tug hard. It's then that his tongue licks into you in earnest, thick and smooth, filling your insides with need. Just when you feel utterly consumed, whining inside his mouth, he breaks away. After a few pecks to your lips, he presses his forehead to yours, breath uneven, cooling your swollen lips. 

“I'm in love with you.” 

It comes out of his mouth in a rush. All you can do is stare gormlessly. 

“Huh?” 

“I love you. I just needed you to know that. This isn't just a- a thing. I'm in love with you, I have been since forever. I know it's a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to say it back I just need you to-”

You shut him up, pressing a hard kiss to his parted lips.

“Eddie, you lied.” 

“What? I'm telling the truth I-”

“You said don't expect fireworks. You were wrong.” 

Wasting no more time, you force your body onto him, tongue clashing against his teeth as the force of your kiss presses him backwards. His head makes contact with the arm of the couch, hands hot and heavy on your hips, pushing you into his bulge. 

The fabric of your dress is constricting your movements, making you huff into his mouth. 

“Eddie,” you manage in between spit slicked kisses, “unzip me.” 

There's a cross between a grunt and a moan that vibrates from him into you as his hand wanders across your back, groping its way to the zipper. In a few short bursts he manages to unzip it, not once breaking the kiss. 

Cool air hits your skin and you stand up, shimmying the dress to the floor and you straddle him moving in for- 

“Woah, slow down a second, just, just wait.” 

You try to kiss him again but he pushes you back, your ass flush against his crotch as you sit up. His gaze is scrutinising, examining every inch of your form, making you feel more exposed than you've ever felt in your life. 

The desperate urge to shy away works into your arms as you cross them over your chest, but Eddie's having none of it. He tugs at them gently, pulling them to your sides as his thumbs rub encouragement into your skin. 

“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.” 

A little laugh you let out comes out as a snort whilst he gazes up at you in wonder. So, you give him a show, flicking your bra undone in one practised movement and sliding the straps down your arms, eventually letting it fall to the floor. 

“Jesus H Christ and all the angels.” He breathes, grip tightening on your forearms. 

A quivering hand reaches up, and to your surprise, cups your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” 

Eyes suddenly watering, you blink twice to will the onslaught of emotion away. 

“Not like Chrissy though,” you shrug, eyes downturned. 

“No, you're not like her. You're beautiful, like you.” 

Tugging you forward, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss, the full force of his feelings overflowing and filling your heart with heat. With a nibble to your bottom lip, he lets up for a second. 

“Can we go to my bedroom?” 

Nodding, you clamber off him and stand up. Eddie just makes a noise like you knocked the wind out of him, holding his hand to his heart. 

“What?” You ask, hands on your hips, like it was normal to be standing in front of him in just a pair of panties. 

“Don't look all stern like that, or I'm gonna bust in my pants,” he jokes, standing and crowding your back. 

The journey to the bedroom takes a while. Mostly because you can't keep your hands off of each other. He's grinning, giddy as a school boy, firm hands pressing into your sides, hips, ass. You respond in kind, nearly ripping his shirt in your efforts to remove it, only managing to unbutton the offensive material to expose his lean tattooed torso. 

Eventually, your spine hits Eddie's mattress, the soft furnishing welcoming you, begging you to sink in further. His touches are soft too, almost reverent in their delivery. He stands to remove his shirt and jeans, bulge prominent in his black trunks with little patterns on them. As he coaxes you further up the bed you squint and realise what they are. 

“Eds… are you wearing Star Wars underwear?” 

He chuckles, following your eyeline. “They are Darth Vader pants, to be specific, very manly.” 

The smile you flash him almost hurts your cheeks, the situation feeling so close to normal. Normal adjacent at least. 

“Yeah, very manly. Almost caveman like.” 

“Look, I didn't think I'd have a hot girl watching me undress tonight, let alone the woman of my dreams. Just forget the nerd pants.” 

You're laughing now, even when he's grabbing a pillow and getting you to lay on top of it, positioning you just where he wants you. Your giggles stop however, when he asks a question that steals your breath away. 

“Do I need to put a towel down?” 

“That's very presumptuous of you.” You smile, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Look, I'm just asking. I don't mind sleeping in a wet patch I just want you to be comfortable.” 

He hovers over you, lips pressed into a line of concern. pressing your mouth to his to will the tightness away, you whisper into his face. 

“You want me to stay?” 

“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.” 

The next kiss is a searing heat, all heaving tongue and grinding hips. His hand winds into your hair, tilting your head to get you just where he wants you. No longer the blushing boy, he's the confident man, taking just what he needs and giving you what you crave. It's fire, it's want, it's everything. 

“Eds?” You murmur into his mouth as your hips chase his form. 

“Hmm?”

“Get the towel.” 

Hopping off of you, he practically skips out of the room, leaving you to debate whether or not to take your panties off. As you finally decide to strip them, fingers wedged into the fabric, he returns. 

“Nope, just wait, please?” He asks, propping you up with ease to lay the towel down under you. So, you let go, allowing your arms to fall to your sides.

“Lemme look after you,” he says, climbing on top of you to plant open mouthed kisses to your neck. You nod, gasping when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. Short nails dig into his back as you whimper at the contact. 

“Right there princess, hmm?” He chuckles, mouthing at your neck. 

“Uh huh- oh fuck,” as he bites softly, tongue flicking out to lather at the spot. 

Moving down, his lips press to your collarbone, then down your chest, until he places a peck to your nipple. 

“I've been dreaming about these tits, but nothing can compare to the real thing,” his tongue darts out, swirling around the pebbled nub, sending goosebumps over your skin, “fuckin’ flawless sweetheart.” 

You want to say a smart remark, shaking your head, but all thoughts fly out the window when he sucks, rough fingers reaching out to rub the other. Back arching, your legs clamp on his little waist, saying their own prayer to keep him there. 

As he releases his mouth with a wet noise, the thoughts flood back, all barriers forgotten. 

“I've been thinking about you too, what you'd do, what it looks like,” you admit, truths flying free in the heat of the moment. 

“Yeah?” He smiles up at you, “been thinking about my dick?” 

“Yeah, how'd it feel in my mouth, how'd it feel inside me,” you breathe out as he continues his worship of you, tonguing and kissing at your tummy. 

“Fuck,” he says, hot air fanning over his wet string of loving kisses, “you're gonna kill me, saying shit like that.” 

“Don't die, I'll never find out,” you joke, breathing unsteady as he falls between your thighs, playfully nipping at the sensitive flesh. 

“Oh we wouldn't want that. How else could you know what this feels like?” 

Lifting your head, he locks eyes with you as he licks thickly over your clothed clit, pressing hard. 

“Oh Eddie, yes,” you wail, wriggling under his touch. 

He merely smiles in response, hooking rough fingertips into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down almost torturously slowly. They stick between your legs so much that your cheeks flush. Eddie doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, working them off your feet and tossing them on his bedside table. You briefly wonder if you're going to get them back, but then his lips are sucking at the soft skin on your ankle and you stop caring. 

Up, up, up he moves, showing each patch of skin just the same amount of love, until he reaches the crease where your thigh meets, tongue rippling over it. You huff in frustration, hips wiggling. 

“I'm getting to it sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound, “I wanna savour this.”

Words of protest dissipate when he laps at you, rooting out your clit without a moment's hesitation. Any clandestine thoughts you had about this very moment are nothing compared to this. To the feel of Eddie sucking at your clit, his pillowy lips wrapped around it. To the sudden roughness of his fingers as they graze your entrance. To the breach of one, slipping deep inside of you, immediately seeking out your sweet spot. 

“Eddie, ri-right there, oh God!” 

He moans into you, vibrations tickling you in the most delicious way. It's an amazing feeling, but you can't help but think about the noises you're making. Maybe they're pathetic, and not what he's used to?  You bet he's heard some beautiful moans in his time. Some pretty blonde things with long legs and big tits. Girls who know what they're doing. Oh God, what if you start feeling him up and he laughs at you? What if- 

“Hey, sweetheart, you here?” 

He gazes up at you between your legs, eyes boring into you with the question. 

“Sorry, so sorry, I'm here I-” 

“Hey. Don't apologise. You in your head?” He asks, head resting on your thigh, “you know we don't have to do this right now.”

“No, no I want to, honest, it's just- I dunno, second guessing myself? I'm just thinking about-” 

“See? That's the problem. Stop thinking. Lie back and enjoy it. Just, get out of your head. No place I'd rather be.” 

His brown eyes are wide, wet with honesty. He was never able to hide his real emotions, at least not with you. 

“OK, I'm so- I'll enjoy it.”

“That's it. Close your eyes princess, and just feel.” 

Eyes fluttering shut, you concentrate on the feel. Of his lips, suckling softly at your clit, tongue running around the hood. Then, fingers slipping inside once again, curling within you. Moans slither out of your hoarse throat as your hips roll up to meet his lips. 

“That's it, so good for me,” he mumbles into you, “doing such a good job. You sound so sweet.” 

Sweet. You sound sweet. 

In that instant, all your hang ups begin to melt away. The pleasure he's giving you is hitting just right, making you forget all your worries. Pressure builds in your tummy; a whirling, winding force hitting you from the inside out. You're squirming, but it's as if someone outside of you is letting you know. It must be Eddie's firm palm, the one that presses into your abdomen, keeping you steady. Keeping you here, in this moment. 

There's no rush. Time loses all meaning. He could be between your thighs for minutes, hours, days. All you know is the ball of desire tightening within you is fit to burst, bubbling over in a melting pot of raw emotion. 

“Eddie, I'm so close, s-so close!” 

He doesn't falter, doesn't deviate in his ministrations. He continues, tongue circling, fingers curling so deep inside you think you can see God. A swirling, cloying heat encapsulates you, winding around that feeling you buried in your heartstrings and tugging it loose. That deep emotion you pushed aside years ago, a healed splinter, set free by the love and care he's pouring out of his flowing tongue.

It reaches its crescendo, vision darkening as every nerve is coddled with an inner fire. You're not even sure what you feel; release, blinding pleasure, pure love? It could be all three as you cry out, fingers tugging at Eddie's hair. 

He rides it out with you, fingers coaxing your orgasm to the very brink and beyond until you flop back into the bed. 

The first clue you have that something different just happened is the wet feeling underneath your ass. It feels damp, and cold? Opening your eyes, you haul yourself onto your elbows to look down. 

“Now are you glad I said about the towel?” 

Never have you seen so much of your own release coated on a man. It's covering his mouth, chin, cheeks, hand. You briefly wonder at how it could have happened, how that much could have come out of you. 

Eddie wipes his mouth and hand on the towel underneath and makes his way to hover over your heaving form, eyes practically shooting hearts at you from deep within.

“You alright princess? We can stop right now if it's too much.” 

Blindly you reach out, clumsy fingers rubbing at the hard swelling of his member inside his underwear. 

“Don't you want me to return the favour?” You ask, confused. 

“Sweetheart, one kiss of those pretty lips on my dick and I'll be done for.” 

“Then- I'm on birth control. Fuck me, please.” 

The groan that he lets out is deep and guttural, moving his limbs for him. He gets up to whip his pants down and you see it for the first time. You see him. 

It's big. Fuck, its the biggest you’ve seen; not just long but thick, even thicker than your fumblings thought. A glint of silver throws you for a loop, almost making you think you imagine it, but there it is again. 

“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??” 

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, glancing down to follow your eye line, “you didn't know about that huh.” 

He climbs on top of you, kissing as he goes, plush lips on your skin. Soft, delicate, and warm. Guiding his hardness to your opening, you can't help but rub your thumb over the tip, pre cum slipping on the balls of the piercing. Eddie's breath stutters, nearly panting in your mouth as you smirk. 

“Now that's not fair sweetheart.” 

You continue to smile, gathering your slick to slide him in, but it quickly turns into a wince. 

“Fuck, Eddie, you're too big,” you whimper out as your eyes screw shut. 

“You're fuckin’ flattering me princess.” 

“I'm not, seriously, you're- oh goddamn-” 

He's pushing into you, slowly, but it still burns, the sheer stretch at his girth almost too much. Gnawing at your lips, tears well in your eyes. 

Eddie looks shocked, taken aback by your reaction. 

“Really? Fuck, OK sweetheart, you're OK. Look at me, you can take it, yeah?” 

Trust Eddie to say the hottest thing by accident. He's just trying to check in, but by God it sets your insides on fire. 

“I-I'll try.”

“That's it, atta girl, little more.” 

Reaching down to where you're joined, you wrap your hand loosely around the base, realising he's only halfway in. 

“Eddie, jeez you could- oooh- you could have f-fucking warned me, ah!” 

“Just relax, I've got you princess, you're taking it so well, you can take the rest- oh Jesus H Christ you're tight.”  

A long drawn out cry echoes out of you as he bottoms out, tears loose and running down your temples. He's leaning on his elbows, fingers stroking at your hair, leaving snowflake kisses on your cheeks. 

“Uh- mmmph- Eddie, you've got a pornstar dick.” 

Gritting his teeth, he looks at you almost sternly.

“You can't say that or I'll cum right now, please.” 

Eyes softening, you kiss his lips instead. He envelops you, tongue dancing in your mouth making you forget the dull ache. Nothing can make you forget how full you feel however, your pussy quivering uncontrollably around him even though he's not moving. 

“This is so nice,” he says, entwining his fingers with yours over your head. 

“Eddie, you're literally balls deep in me and it's ‘nice’?” 

Laughing so hard you feel it in your chest, he kisses you again. 

“Sorry, I mean, just being this close with you. It's everything I've ever wanted.” 

Lips quivering, you stare at him, eyes wide and wet. 

“Eddie, I lo-” 

“No, don't. Not like this. Just- can I move?” 

You nod, biting back the words, and he slowly rolls his hips. Eyes nearly hitting the back of your skull, you moan, meeting his movements. He's so deep, it's like he's everywhere. Every pore, every capillary, pulsing with him. 

“Oh my God, baby, oh God!” 

You're rambling words but it doesn't seem to matter, mind filled with fog, with feeling. With him. He links one arm under the fat of your thigh, coaxing you to curl it around him, and everything seems to fall into place all at once. Each rolling movement is pressing into that sweet spot inside of you, that spot he seems to find so easily like a gravitational pull. He smiles, panting in tandem. 

“Right there princess?” 

Nodding like a puppet on a string, he lets out a long groan. 

“Good, I-I’m not gonna last, you feel too fuckin’ good.” 

Pleased at his reaction, you link one arm around him, stroking at the taut skin of his back as he drives into you harder. Grunting with each thrust, he's tensing, holding back. 

“You can come, Eddie,” you say shakily. 

“Not before you sweetheart,” he replies, doubling down on his efforts. 

It all feels so intense, each whirl of feeling sinking deep into your bones and fanning the flames of your heart and desire. 

“Eddie, s-so close, come with me, please.” 

Almost as soon as you say the words your climax springs out, overflowing with every emotion he won't let you say. It fizzes through your nerves, throbbing with each beat of your pulse. 

Eddie groans, releasing at the same time, two bodies with one heart. As you both relax, melding together, you giggle at the same time. A laugh of relief, of pure happiness. 

“Sorry, thought I'd last a little longer.” 

He seems embarrassed, lifting his head enough to look you in the eye. 

“Eddie, that was perfect.” 

He snuggles his head deep in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were the last time. 

“I'm gonna get you cleaned up, hang on.”

Lifting his head once more, he kisses, and kisses, lips moving against you with pure feeling. 

“OK, now I'm really gonna go.” 

You giggle as he just keeps kissing you, staring up at him with each unspoken word swimming in your mind. 

“Right, now, just hang on.” 

With a final peck, he slips out of you, returning with a warm cloth. Not used to this affection you merely lay there, allowing him, and wriggle out of the way when he takes away the towel. When you move, you see there's still a wet patch, but it's been mitigated at least somewhat. 

“I can change the sheets if you want-” 

“Eddie, I don't care, just hold me.” 

Grinning like a boy he climbs back into bed, pulling blankets over the both of you. Fitting together like you were always supposed to, you sigh with relief. 

“Eddie? Can I say it now?” 

You whisper it into his chest as he holds you close, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the evening. 

“That depends sweetheart,” he says, fingers tracing unknown patterns on the skin of your arm, “you have to mean it. I couldn't take it if you didn't mean it.” 

“I mean it. I love you Eddie, I think I always have.” 

The smile in his voice makes you smile too.

“I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day."

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[unproduciblesmackdown]

among the boundless billions zaniness like laugh track as it definitely has that moment of expressing "rolling my eyes as The Left makes a kerfuffle of Acting like they have a stance as a veneer over the true belief that [xyz] is cool & chill actually" like what, approximate 0.000% chance wendy isn't, as usual, given the Objective Stance of "yeah yeah ohh we are cancelling involved parties talking about how we Don't watch this But. we all love this damn epic movie & already have it memorized so shut the fuck up, kids today" like. don't wanna really delve into how much billions thinks taylor or anyone is "really" trans / nonbinary like not too much benefit of the doubt in this material including what does provide info abt that specifically

& the general like [head in hands. what do you think any of this could possibly be about (you're the one that made your show at all about Power)] of "yes, it's bad/wrong to be someone that someone has done something to / victim of something" like that to be anti misogyny All Women Must Be Epic Winners b/c there's something to be proved: that they don't Deserve to be victims (of misogyny), not taken as a Given. while when we see some epic winner men stepping on other men (who need not all be guaranteed Winners so as to say misogyny is wrong), that's often Good, well beyond any assumption that various forms of basic disrespect / violation / patterns of emergent/entrenched power difference as Bad (for being things done to people, not for there being people they're being done to), & generally billions has to take an extra step when ppl get shitted on & tell us the Specific Cases when it was undeserved actually & someone was being mean to a specific person who didn't deserve that. & the specific cases when hey guess it wasn't that bad(tm) or when hey It's Okay that you're someone something was done to, in this case. & tell us what we were supposed to know all along like when someone who something was being done to (wrong Of Them, whether b/c they inherently deserve it no matter what, &/or b/c they failed to be someone who could make it Impossible to do anything to them, which, how do you do that besides being The Authority / Superior yourself, exactly? nonrhetorically? what if the in group vs out group / fascism / authoritarianism protected Me?) was actually being treated Too Well b/c ah well the abuse meant you were getting any attention, maybe it meant you were claimed as any superior's property, maybe it meant you weren't Already disposed of, as all Losers were in the end, You're Welcome.

obviously referring to winston where it's spelled out all the abuse towards him was deserved, & More than he deserved in the case of rian having more access & taking advantage of that, all for billions' enjoying its own sendoff there of, again, maximizing violation & violence short of [real violence is physical & leaves bruises / draws blood / Literally kills] which would be distasteful in general But doesn't it make wags look like the winner & winston the loser is that the former's completely unrelated completely impersonal ego blow gets way amplified taken out on winston, the most vulnerable recurring character when spyros as [first & ultimate Everyone Hates Him role] is more entrenched in there & billions still magnanimously pities tuk, as it does winston too, just not quite as much. again that like completely surface level realized power fantasy of forcing the mirror up to the Inferior so they're like nooo my inferiorityyyy & in doing so like, the projection in that lmao, we get it re: the valuing of & need(tm) for such Power Tripping & Reaffirming My Superiority & My Ego Restored; Everyone Claps like good god. & then for all ben & tuk are the slightly softer Two Too Nice Boys duo to the rian & winston quant duo, also like too nice i guess but not as much, ben is in charge of tuk but Any instance of rian being in charge of winston outstrips them in that "yay interpersonal abuse" dynamic, like then in the end billions may be like "yeah it's possible to be mean to them unlike how being mean to winston is actually Nice b/c he deserves everything he gets, we only vicariously enjoy it vs Feeling Bad for tuk & ben sometimes (still magnanimously & it's Not That Bad / just goofin)" like ben & tuk still Fail by not being people it's impossible to do anything to. & not Exceptions who anyone is really being Too Mean to. like if they were women, in which case, no problem surely with a "positive" kind of victim blaming where there is something Inherent that Will be victimized so hey how about to cancel that out there's this special Paternal Protection you Need always, Or Else? :) but instead they are men who are asian & is ben gay & w/tuk & winston nobody mentions glasses or fatness but billions doesn't really do much or very in depth textual mentioning of Anything, even w/nonzero mention that there may be gender & race in this world. a gay man, once. no disability. we just Know who are the inferiors who deserve it when they're treated inferiorly, or if they don't, they start deserving it when they fail to stop/avoid it, but if you start mentioning the factors behind who we all totally agree is inferior like whoa nobody was Saying any of that? being the real agent of oppression on the basis of the factors only You spelled out, much? nonbinary? i never say anything about the Gender Binary when i'm subscribing to it, sounds like You've created & enforced it. obfuscation & deflection onto [so Just Normal nobody has to label, explain, or argue it] couldn't serve a purpose & protect the existing power differences as they are. maybe You're the problem? perhaps you brought it upon yourself & now you're causing too much trouble standing up for yourself while everyone else's criticism is laser focused on you as the prior & continuing negative actions done to you are taken as a given / unquestioned / covertly protected to overtly encouraged?

anyway so wild if the Completely Normal(tm) Victim Blaming is uncritically recreated & oft embraced for "if you're watching this & don't wish you were axe / find him appealing" [billions as a sequence of vicarious power trips] purposes in this series....but a bit wild considering like this is your multiseason show that wasn't just purporting to be those power trips for [enough demographic & apparently specific personal tastes overlap w/creators] & was at all purporting to question the matters of power at play in the material, or yknow, at least to not be completely superficial material while said material is textually & thematically all about power difference being leveraged, how, the consequences, & so on. thus i will have to intermittently talk about it forever like this like lord unbelievable. & the funny little & sometimes less funny less little characters it has trapped in there so that those of us who were never meant to be in the audience can be cursed with this knowledge. like i have some feedback. "imagine not victim blaming" & "imagine adjusting your perspective can go beyond superficial layers added to politely defer to some other ppl while they're present but really like cmon do they deserve that. am i not just saying what we're allll thinking"

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about how scary people find the "non-traditional" looking merfolk like the tweels and Azul only to remember the mermaids in Peter Pan were straight up trying to kill Wendy and now I'm chewing on the walls thinking about Azul or the Tweels saving Yuu from some mermaids who "were only trying to drown her <3". Just the idea of the "traditionally beautiful" mermaids actually being a lot more fucked up, despite the reputation they got from The Little Mermaid/Mermaid Princess. Or something, I'm rambling.

Imagine going to the beach with the octotrio, the twins specifically wanting to swim with you in the water. But they get distracted trying to drag a still human Azul into the water, pleading for him to turn into his merform too!

Eventually, they manage to drag a screaming Azul into the water, bubbles slowly dissipating as they take him further in. Imagine your surprise when a lovely, blonde mermaid and purple haired merman pop out almost immediately after.

They look harmless, especially compared to the twins and Azul. They look like an average reef merperson, like the Mermaid Princess. Their tails match their eyes, pink and violet, as they playfully splash you. It seems pretty harmless at first, they look pretty young after all, but then the merman starts pulling at your leg, asking you to join him in the water with a smile and lead-eye stare.

The mermaid swiped your sandals, swimming further into the water where you can't reach as she beckons you to come after her. Don't you want your shoes back? They get visibly annoyed when you don't follow into their whims, trying to hop away from the stone you're at and back to shore. That's when the mermaid starts to tug you by your bottoms, asking why you won't play with her. The merman starts to do the same, giggling at your panic-stricken face.

They're tearing the hem of your bottom as you struggle to get out of their grasp. Up until you slip on the slick rock and fall into the water. The two start to swim circles around you, now full on laughing, as they drag you further into the water by your feet.

“Relax, I just wanna see if humans really do get red when they drown, huh?”

The merman giggled as he replied to his companion, “Yeah! We only want to drown you a little bit, why so scared? Is it cause you might die? How funny!”

“Ha!” The mermaid cackled as she swam up to curl her tail around you, grabbing your face to stare you in the eyes as you started to lose consciousness.

“Yeah! Don't worry, I hear that dead humans float back up, so you'll get to go back home…soon…”

Horror fell over her pretty face as she looked behind your drowning form. The surrounding turned darker, colder, as a large black and purple tentacle slowly reached from behind you to pull you from her grasp. She and her friend both shrieked at the sight of a giant octomer curling his arms around you protectively, an inhuman hiss, followed by a growl, reverberating through Azul's chest. From behind him, two glowing teal morays giggled as Jade and Floyd both chased after the two merfolk who were now begging for mercy. After all, the twins were a good 3 feet larger than them.

Azul is cooing at you as he brings you back up to the surface, though you can hear the crunch of what sounds like ribs breaking, a shriek, and Floyd's unique cackle. You leave that knowledge behind you as you gasp for air upon breaching the surface. You're clutching at Azul like he's your lifeline, murmuring for him to not leave you. Which Azul agrees to.

The twins come back up a few minutes later, Jade digging something fleshy from his teeth while Floyd offers you a lock of purple hair, which still had a bit of scalp on it. You thanked him, but refused the hair, to which Floyd shrugged and tossed it behind him. The three of you spent the rest of your time in the shallow end of the water, three mermen curled protectively over you.