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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Lost Boys: Night Ride

Dwayne x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warning: contains physical intimacy, blood drinking, and mature language.

Summary: Dwayne and you are enjoying a night ride along the Santa Carla coast when you start to feel a little cheeky. Risqué behavior ensues.

It was a quiet night at the boardwalk, typical for the time of year when school was back in session and it was off-season for tourists. There was no live music that night, instead a popular Tom Petty tune played over the loudspeakers. Human traffic was a third of what it was during the summer, people mainly flocked to the food and shop stalls in an attempt to keep warm amidst the evening chill.

Most of the time you were fine with making rounds at the boardwalk even when it was dead, but that particular night you felt restless. None of the shops had any new wares to look at and you rode the Giant Dipper coaster four times in a row which quickly took the thrill out.

Sensing your mood, Dwayne herded you to a bench in front of the carousel while the other three boys peeled off to continue following a group that was headed further into the park.

He sat next to you, his heavy, leather clad arm rested along the back of the bench, surrounding you with his presence without actually touching you. The metal seat would’ve likely felt cool to the touch, even through your pants, had you not been a member of the undead.

You instinctively scooted closer to Dwayne seeking affection despite knowing he wasn’t a big believer in PDA. Still, you cuddled into his side knowing that he would never turn you away and his arm came off of the bench to lovingly rub your arm.

The two of you sat silently in each other’s arms, observing people who walked by, the tinkling of the carousel’s jovial organ tune playing continuously in the background.

A few moments passed when you felt Dwayne’s fingers start to play with the hair near your ear. You looked up at him and found his chocolate colored eyes already trained on you. “Wanna go for a ride?”

Subdued only moments ago, you perked up and nodded eagerly. Dwayne got the okay from David that rang in both of your heads courtesy of the coven mind-link and you walked hand-in-hand back to the entrance where the bikes were parked.

Dwayne hopped on first, kicking the motorcycle upright, and you got on second, linking your fingers across his stomach to secure yourself when the bike jolted to life. He didn’t say what route he had planned but when he opted to forego racing along the beach, instead heading out to the road, you knew he was taking the scenic way back to the hotel.

The late night road was mostly vacant making it easy to cruise along the curvy road, the dark, vast ocean on the left-hand side. Dwayne ran the engine at near wide open speed and the wind beat strongly, mixing your hair with his in a whirl of tresses. In spite of riding in seemingly reckless abandon, you knew that he was keeping a close eye on the road; he didn’t want to risk wrecking with you onboard regardless of your immortal status.

Dwayne sighed in contentment up front, the speed was a way for him to have fun that he made sure to take advantage of.

You chose a different way to make some fun for yourself.

The bike was humming along, the engine humming rhythmically between your legs with a blanket of stars shining among the navy sky overhead. Squeezing your chest more fully into his back, your hands started to wander with the goal of giving him something to sigh about.

Your fingernails scratched gently over the solid ridges on his abdomen as they headed further south into dangerous territory. He went still, even by Dwayne standards, and you knew that you had his attention.

He turned his head around just enough for you to see the look in his eyes that said to cut it out. They also betrayed the interest that he tried to hide under his seriousness. You relented momentarily and your hands went returned to a respectable position with your hands linked around his stomach.

He nodded in approval and turned to face the road again. Normally, you took pride in being the mature one in the coven, along with Dwayne, but that ride had you in a playful mood. Game on, you thought to yourself.

The reprieve didn’t last long before your hands started wandering again, going upward to his pectorals that time. One benefit to him wearing an open jacket was that it made his body all the more accessible to you. You kneaded the muscle there to the best of your ability given the angle you had to work with while riding on the bike. His skin didn’t have the same heat that a human did but he still felt warm to your touch.

A low hiss was audible even over the wind when you tweaked his left nipple with a little more force. He let up on the gas a bit, enough for you to feel a lull as it shifted from a racing to a cruising speed. You raked down once more, making sure to fan out to his sides in order to caress his ribs until you reached his hips.

His knuckles tightened on the handlebars when you traced the deep v of his lower abdominals. Y/N… he warned through your link.

With bated breath from both parties, you dipped below the waistline of this worn jeans. The smooth brass button at the top snapped open, adding another splash of heat to the situation. The zipper teeth clicked as you pulled them apart until it went as far as they could go.

His head dropped back for just a second when your hand finally made direct contact with him and you proudly noticed that he was already decently hard. You briefly pulled back to lick a stripe along the length of your palm to make it easier to handle him.

The had was inserted back into his jeans and you drew him out, exposing his cock to the crisp air. The splash of heat from earlier reached a boiling point that was almost tangible. You wrapped your hand around him and gave a few measured pumps, twisting just a little when you got to the top of the shaft.

There was a constant stream of growls and shudders and you felt an incredible sense of power to be able to elicit a reaction like this from him, no matter that you had been intimate hundreds of time prior.

You vaguely registered him pulling a hard left that sent the bike across the oncoming lane and onto the wide, barren plain that lead right to the rickety wood steps outside of the cave entrance.

He let out a particularly drawn out “Shit,” with one of your tugs that had you giggling. You doubled down on your efforts, feeling more emboldened the closer the cliff and the stairs approached.

Dusty dirt and gravel kicked up as Dwayne brought the bike to an abrupt halt, so abrupt that the bike nearly threw the two of you off. A hint of salty ocean spray tickled your nose as his hands gripped your thighs with the intent to move you.

In one last act of playfulness, you brushed his thick hair aside and bit him, fangs piercing brown skin that allowed his blood to trickle into your mouth.

Tease, he moaned while you suckled at his neck.

You released your hold on him with a wet ‘pop’ and Dwayne had you off of the bike and in his arms in the blink of an eye. He fell back onto the hard ground with a loud bang and kept you on top so that you didn’t have to be the one rolling in the dirt.

His lips and tongue attacked yours hungrily, and he was so desperate to have you that he told you in a guttural voice, “Here. Now.”

You weren’t about to refuse him and your mouths met again with vigorous kissing.

He ripped your top apart easily, not in the frame of mind to be gentle with your clothes. He leaned up to capture a nipple and proceeded to nip and suck you, his hand giving attention to your other breast.

Your breathing sped up and you held his head to your chest, warmth leaving your limbs shaky. Lower down, you felt your panties start to dampen, and it was Dwayne’s turn to delve into your pants.

He dragged your pants down and moved the panties to the side so that he could cup you, his fingers teased your entrance while the base of his palm added pressure to the bundle of nerves on top. You whined when one of his fingers suddenly slipped inside you with no resistance. Unable to stop yourself you rocked in an attempt to try and create some much needed friction.

“Shit,” he groaned placing a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. “That slid right in, princess.”

He gave you a moment before adding another and you shut your eyes tight, the sound of his fingers inside of you too much to bear. But then his thumb grazed your clit and they shot open again, your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

Satisfied that you were ready for him, Dwayne tapped your hip with a gentle, “Up,” so that he could fully remove your pants.

You nodded frantically. You would do anything he wanted right then. You would do it happily.

By the time you were bare from the waist down and back on top of him, he had also kicked his pants down. The jacket stayed on, not that you complained—he looked damned good in that jacket.

Even in the midst of lust he had enough restraint to slowly push into you. His cock was wide inside you and it was disorienting as he continued to push inward. The sky spun as your head tipped from delicious pleasure. You moved in tandem from the start, a product of knowing each other bodies as thoroughly as you did.

To the untrained eye he seemed completely in control, his thrusts even and steady the entire coupling. But you recognized the truth. His hands were a vice grip on your hips and his brow protruded the moment his fangs dropped; his eyes were still brown but it wouldn’t take much to get them to turn.

The pace in no way slowed your climb to the precipice and it wasn’t long until your arms no longer had the strength to support you. “Please.”

Dwayne gladly accepted the added weight on his chest and did work for you, the tatters of your ruined top stimulating your nipples from it laid trapped between two bodies. Roughened fingertips rubbed you with precision and his pelvis bucked into you, the excitement building.

The thing that pushed you over the edge was when his tongue ran along the veins in your neck, tracing patterns and sucking at the base of your throat, whispering his love for you. His fangs broke skin and that was it. Euphoria bloomed from your core, spreading to encompass your whole body.

You chanted his name in breathy gasps, your muscles clamping down hard. He quickly followed you into rapture, kissing at your bottom lip while he rode his own wave.

When the fog lifted the two of you were still breathing heavy, every move ten times more sensitive than usual. He made an effort to cup the side of your face. You’re beautiful, princess. Always, he whispered.

Just enough blood rushed to your face to color your blush and you hid in his mused hair. He merely smiled and drew you in for another kiss—a languid one.

His eyes had finally taken on the marbled yellow-red color shared by all vampires and you were certain that your features mirrored his.

Beautiful, you parroted his earlier words, making sure that he heard.

He may have been a monster, but he was your monster.

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In the year of our lord 2021, I posted nsfw for the very first time 🙈. I’m in no way qualified to write this but was inspired by a confession made on @darling-disastrous’s blog. Enormous thanks if you stuck with it all the way through! I hope it was alright.

#the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys x reader #imagines #rated m for mature #14 days of valentines

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evabellasworld · 3 years

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Storm of the Republic

Chapter 18

AO3 Link | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18

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Summary: When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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Navigating through the asteroid field, Fives and Yara gripped on the steering, carefully avoiding from getting hit. They didn’t expect the navicomputer to fail them, but here they are, trying to key in the coordinates.

“Any luck?” Yara asked, as Fives slammed his hands on the ship’s panels.

“This thing doesn’t seem to work,” Fives groaned, as he punched the computer with his fist twice, hoping it would work. “Fuck, we didn’t have this kind of issue when we first boarded.”

Turning her head behind, she got up and rushed towards Tup’s aide, checking his breathing. Thankfully, there were no droids breaking in like the last time, but Yara still felt her stomach turning. She felt eyes watching from every corner of the ship, waiting to kill her.

Something is up , she thought, her fingers shaking. Grabbing her torchlight by her utility belt, the ARC Trooper tiptoed towards the engine room and opened the door, only to find the smoke coming out from the pipes.

From what she recalled, General Skywalker told them that the ship was in perfect condition. All the engines were inspected and there was enough fuel for the ride. But when Yara touched the pipes with her gloved hands, she exclaimed in pain, rubbing her hands on her armour. Fuck, it burns like hell!

As she got out of the engine room, the ship bumped into a medium-sized asteroid, causing her to lose her balance and fall on her face. “Oh fuck,” she cursed as blood dripped from her nose. “Why does this always happened to me?”

Pressing her hands on her bleeding nose, Yara clung onto a bannister attached to the wall and got back on her two feet as she rushed towards her ailing brother, who was still unconscious. “I got you, vod,” she spoke to him, gripping on his gurney. “Don’t you worry about a single thing. You’ll be fine sooner than later.”

She maintained her balance with Tup behind her when she walked into the cockpit, and found Fives desperately searching for the source of problems that caused them in this situation, hoping they could get back to base as soon as possible. “Did you find anything?” he noticed her holding Tup.

“Well, our engine is fucked,” she informed him, reaching for her handkerchief and pressed it against her nose . “It was smoking hot when I checked. What about you? Did you check the navicomputer?”

“Not really,” Fives shook his head, pointing at the asteroids in front of them. “I am currently busy with how not to get ourselves killed in space, again.”

“Fair enough,” she relented, as he did his best to fly to the end of the asteroid field, narrowly scraping the surface of the ship. He needed an opening if he were to jump into hyperspace, even if the engines were malfunctioning.

In a time of emergency, Fives would stop on a nearby system to fix the ship, but with Tup desperately needing medical care, he had no other choice. If his brother was going to make it, he had to make another jump, even if it meant risking his and Yara’s lives.

They’ve braved the worst-case scenarios on Umbara, when they had to fight their enemies on a gloomy planet. They were also close to execution as well, but they still lived to fight the next day. We can make it off this rock, he narrowed his eyes in determination. We’re almost close.

But he spoke too soon. As he flew through the cracks between the large rocks, an enormous asteroid hit their shuttle’s exhaust, triggering the alarm on the ship. “Crap, we’re hit,” Yara shouted, crouching underneath the cockpit with Tup.

“Brace for impact,” Fives warned her, as he jumped out of his seat and leaned closer to his brother and sister, shielding them in his arms. As much as they fight each other, Fives cares about Yara and Tup, and he would mourn if they both die in front of him.

The ship entered the atmosphere of a secluded planet in flames and crashed onto the grassy surface, leaving a huge debris behing. Coughing from the black soot, Fives put on his helmet and broke the cockpit window with his foot, turning to Yara, who was rubbing her head. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“I can’t feel my left arm,” she cried in pain as she clutched to Tup’s gurney with her other arm. “I think I broke my bones again.”

Pushing out Tup from the ship, he carried his injured comrade in his back and jumped out of the combusting ship, before it let out an earth-shattering explosion in the middle of a prairie field. Yara could feel her head throbbing as she felt a metallic in her mouth, along with dizziness and nausea.

”Well, I would say that was a great landing,” she pointed out. “Well done, Fives.”

Fives checked on Tup, who was growing paler than usual. “We have to get help for him. If we sent him back to base, he wouldn’t make it.”

“But what about Master Kaarim?” Yara protested his decision. “General Skywalker ordered us to-“

“I know he did,” Fives interrupted her mid-sentence. “But we have little of a choice. Besides, your arm is broken and I know that you’re having a concussion right now.”

As much as she wanted to disagree with him, he had a point. This was a life-and-death situation, and they needed to save Tup if he was going to stay alive. They also don’t have a ship to leave the planet, which means they had to stay somewhere for a couple of nights. She wasn’t sure if the locals would welcome them, but they’ll have to make do with what they have.

“Alright, Fives,” she nodded. “I trust your decision. But after Tup and I are healed, then we’re getting off this rock. We can’t stay here for long. The Empire is on our tail, and endangering others is the last thing we want.”

“You can count on me, vod.”

Dragging Yara and Tup with him, Fives wandered across the plains, gazing at the golden grass and the cool breeze in the air, along with tiny dots of angel’s breath. The sky above them was tinted with orange, and the sun was the colour of the ocean, which was intriguing for the both of them. Having been stuck in space for a while, the duo were glad to see a change of scenery.

“I’m just going to sleep for a while,” Yara yawned, closing her eyes. “Wake me up once we arrive at a town or something.”

Fives chuckled. “And once we’re in town, I’ll just let you walk on your own. You're way too heavy for me to carry.”

“Fuck you,” she slapped his cheek lightly, much to his amusement.

“You’re a lazy bum, you know that? You’re only good at eating and sleeping, that’s all.”

“Well, it’s a brilliant talent and also, if I’m too heavy, then you can just put me down right now.”

“Your head hurts. It’s best if I carry you instead.”

“Suit yourself,” Yara chortled. “Also, Tup is going to be okay, right?”

“He will, Yara,” Fives consoled her. “He will.”

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tswwwit · 2 years

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hey, i was wondering if you could give a brief recap of the events in confessing it? ive been wanting to read the new chapter but its been a while and i cant recall whats happened 🙈 thank you!!

Hm, let's see how quickly I can sum things up!

Okay so. Confessing It.

Bill heads out to go to a demon party, bringing Dipper along with him for what he claims are 'show off his mortal' reasons. What quickly becomes apparent is that Bill, as always, has an ulterior motive. In this instance, it's because he really is in charge of a lot of demons, and he's using the party as an excuse to regain control.

What Dipper eventually figures out-slash-drags out of Bill, is the real reason that Dipper's along for the ride. Their whole life-bond scenario means Bill's looking more mortal than before, and in return - Dipper's looking more powerful. Bill didn't need Dipper around to get his spot back. There was another reason!

Bill pulled his human along with him to the shindig to try and sus out how being with a mortal like that was going to reflect on him. Luckily enough, for the most part, it seems like it works out okay!

Unfortunately for Bill, Dipper's clever enough to notice what Bill hasn't - and what some other demons have.

Mostly that Bill's acting strangely sane, in a noticeable way, and it's only going to paint a bigger target on that human body's back.

After the party's over, Dipper tries to indirectly confront Bill about his newfound semi-sanity - and the emotion that it sprung from - only to get Bill being a Total Asshole about it, claiming 'Nobody's ever gonna love you, kid!'

Dipper is understandably upset, and storms off, leaving Bill in his newly-regained palace.

They're.... not 'broken up', according to Dipper. But they take a break.

Serves you right, Bill, you dick.

During said break, Dipper spends a lot of time going on adventures with Ford. Eventually it's discovered that Bill - or at least other demons - think Dipper's actually broken up with him due to his assholery, and his entire realm has become a pretty bad place to party. An upset Bill Cipher is no fun whatsoever!

Between the revelation that Bill misses him, and Dipper encountering a couple methods of communicating with his semi-estranged husband - the two of them mostly make up by going on phone dates. It's a comfortable stasis that lasts a month or two.

Later, after going through some of Ford's notes, and after a conversation with Bill - Dipper finds out that at some recent point, Bill got his human body killed. Again.

Which means that the all-powerful Bill Cipher is now in a really shitty position, after just putting in a ton of effort to get his status back. Bill is Not Having A Fun Time.

The latest chapter starts where the last one ended off: Dipper's going to fix that human body, Save Bill, and most importantly -

They're going to actually talk. About feelings.

That about sums it up! Go forth and read.

#Confessing It #There's a lot of other details but this is the big summary I suppose #The last chapter was literally the biggest goddamn one in the whole fic by a factor of three #That's because it was jam-packed with important things #answers #Familiar!au

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toddtakefive · 4 years

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Can I Have a Ride Home? I’m at a Party and I Don’t Know Any1

fandom(s): Gravity Falls, Over The Garden Wall

pairing(s): Pinescone , Mabcifica (mentioned)

words: 5314

rating: M (reasons listed in trigger warnings + swearing)

work type: One-shot , AU

tw(s): homophobia , use of slurs , violence and references to past violence

Also on AO3!!

Wirt wasn’t entirely sure how Sara had managed to drag him along with her to Senior Prom, hell he wasn’t even sure how she had managed to get a suit for him when he’d refused to go in for a fitting, but now he was standing in a crowded gym full of high-schoolers and he already wanted to leave. In his defense, they’d already been there an hour and that was an hour longer than he was at most parties.

If he was going to be completely honest, the party wasn’t that bad. Sure the music would cut off whenever there was a swear - everyone would still sing it anyways -, and sure the punch tasted weird, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad party as most parties go. The reason it was a bad party is because it was a party full of nothing but high-schoolers, and high-schoolers are scary. At least to Wirt.

He lost Sara twenty minutes ago -he’s honestly starting to think she’s underneath the bleachers flirting with the girl from her Chem class- and he’s getting bored so he pulls out his phone and starts typing a quick text to Dipper.

‘Bored. Wish you were here :/’.

The reply is immediate,

‘Lol r u a postcard??’ ‘Wish I wre ther too <3 drving rigt now txt you lter′.

The next text he receives is a picture taken by the person in the passenger seat, likely Mabel, with a peace sign while Dipper attempts to get his phone back without taking his eyes off the road. The caption for the photo is ‘road safety laws are bogus B)’. He laughs to himself. Yup, definitely Mabel.

He looks up at the sound of steps approaching, expecting it to be Sara but instead seeing evil incarnate. He takes in a deep breath before plastering on a fake smile.

“Hello, Trevor.” he says.

Trevor Martin. No offense to the British actor Trevor Martin, of course, but Wirt fucking hates this guy. He’s book smart, Wirt’ll give him that, but that’s his only redeeming quality. Not only is he a totally fuckwad, but he has the audacity to say he’s not and try to date Sara, a very loud and proud lesbian. Like, dude, at least Jason Funderberker had the decency to back off when she came out. Plus, never trust a guy with a first name for a last name.

Trevor, wearing his slimy little smirk like he always does, doesn’t even meet Wirt’s eyes. “So, where’s Sara? I figured she’d be with you, you know, since you’re like her fucking boyfriend or whatever.”

Wirt scrunches his nose just slightly, he doesn’t want this situation to escalate more than it has to. “I’ve told you this a thousand times, Trevor. She is not my girlfriend.”

Trevor rolls his eyes, “Sure. You get pissed off that I’m trying to date her because you aren’t her boyfriend. Got it.”

Wirt shakes his head, “I get pissed off that you’re trying to date her because she’s a lesbian. Which is literally common knowledge, by the way.” he throws away his plastic cup and walks out into the hallway. Trevor, being an idiot in everything but school subjects, follows him into the hallway.

“She’s not a lesbian, she’s just saying that to get me to leave her alone.” Trevor explains, causing Wirt to roll his eyes as he walks.

“That’s not how that fucking works, Trevor. Besides, if a girl is literally resorting to faking being a lesbian to get you to leave her alone, maybe you just don’t know how to take a hint.”

He hears Trevor scoff, “Well she’s dating you, so she isn’t a lesbian.”

“She isn’t dating me! And you do know people can be bi, right?”

“If she isn’t dating you then why are you always talking about your relationship in World Civ?”

Wirt, just wanting this idiot to leave him alone already, stops walking abruptly and turns around. Trevor runs into him and falls back a little bit, he has a look on his face that Wirt thinks is his ‘gotcha’ face, but he’s really had enough of the whole ‘Wirt and Sara are dating in secret’ thing when they’re both very out homosexuals.

“Because I have a boyfriend, Trevor.” he deadpans, and sees that smug look fall off of Trevor’s face. God he loves the look of confusion that floods his features, it’s pure poetry.

“What?” Trevor asks, with all of his genius.

“The reason you hear me talking about my relationship -in conversations that didn’t involve you, by the way- is because I have a boyfriend. He lives in California.”

Trevor looks as though his entire world view just got re-shaped. He’s between wanting to believe and wanting to think it’s a prank, but, to Trevor, Wirt isn’t cool enough to pull a prank like this with a straight face.

The long minutes of silence is starting to get awkward, but just as Wirt is about to walk away Trevor speaks up again, “Wait so,” he pauses, “you’re a faggot?”

Wirt tenses immediately. That word. God he hates that word. The first time he heard it was when he came out to his biological dad when he and Dipper started dating back in Sophomore year. It wasn’t a great conversation, and Wirt vividly remembers the bloody nose he got out of it.

“I- uhm. Y-yeah. I- yeah.” Wirt stammers out. Trevor’s entire demeanor changes.

“Wait, what the fuck?” he says, distancing himself from Wirt by a couple inches. This causes Wirt to snap out of whatever funk he was in. He raises an eyebrow.

“Me having a boyfriend isn’t new information, Trevor. You’ve heard me get teased for talking about him before.”

“Yeah, but I thought they were joking! I didn’t think you were actually. You know.” he makes a wild hand gesture in Wirt’s direction.

“Gay?” Wirt asks with a furrowed brow.

“That! That. I didn’t think you were that.” Okay, now Wirt’s getting pissed. Obviously the use of the slur pissed him off, but not even being able to say the word gay? Come on, dude.

“Is there a problem with that?” He asks, crossing his arms. He’s not entirely sure where this newfound courage is coming from, but he can think about it later.

“No it’s just, dude have you been checking me out in the locker rooms and shit this whole time!” Trevor asks, his stance becoming defensive.

Wirt flinches back a bit at the question. “No. Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re.” Another wild hand gesture. Dude, just say the word.

Wirt sighs, “Gay. Right, yeah. We’ve established that. But I don’t go around creeping on the guys in the locker room. That would be fucking weird. And, again, I have a boyfriend, and you also aren’t my type so we’re covering all the bases of ‘I’d never do that’.”

Trevor takes a step forward that causes Wirt to take a step back, “I don’t believe you.” he says, voice lined with anger.

Wirt, quickly realizing he should have just walked away while Trevor was confused, holds his hands up in defense, “Good for you, but I don’t really care.” he glances over Trevor’s shoulder to see if he could make a break for the door. That idea is quickly thrown out the window when Trevor grabs Wirt by the collar. Wirt laughs a bit to himself, “You know, this looks kinda gay.”

Trevor’s hold on the front of his shirt tightens, he brings his hands up higher to make sure he isn’t touching the other boy anywhere, “Okay! Okay, okay, okay! Okay. Look, honestly man, never watched you while you were changing! I don’t think we’ve ever even had a P.E class together, if I’m being honest. And besides, I don’t think watching sweaty teenage boys change is that appealing. Especially not you, cause no offense you’re not really anyone’s type. At least not any gay persons type I mean! I’m sure some girl at the college you attend will think you’re hot, she’ll probably have kinda low standards but a girlfriend’s a girlfriend, right? And she’ll marry you right outta college, and you’ll become a fucking accountant or something else just as soul sucking, and you’ll have two kids, and a dog, and feel free to cut me off whenever you like.”

There’s a crunch and a massive amount of pain that makes Wirt stop talking. His head is spinning faster than a tornado, but he knows the feeling of hitting the school floor well enough to know it happens somewhere within the time he gets punched in the face a second time and kicked in the stomach the first.

He’s not entirely sure how long he’s on the floor, but he does know that when he finally opens his eyes Trevor is standing above him, heaving, staring at his own hands like they’re covered in blood- oh they are. That is blood. That is definitely blood. That’s a lot of blood. Wow.

Wirt pushes himself off of the ground, there’s an ache in every fiber of his being but the floor is cold and dirty and he’d rather not be down there right now. As he rises, slowly, he can see a steady drip of blood coming down from his face. That’s not good.

By the time he’s fully standing, Trevor looks ready to burst. “Wirt! Oh my god, dude. I am so fucking sorry, I didn’t. I don’t know why I. I never. Fuck I didn’t, I just, shit are you fucking okay?” the questions are rapid fire. Wirt’s a little too out of it to be able to tell if they’re genuine or not, and he doesn’t really care if they are at this point. This guy eats paste.

“Trevor.” Wirt finally says, “Shut the fuck up.” his words are slurred, and it’s obvious he’s still scared if the tremor in his voice is anything to go by, but he really just needs it to be quiet right now. To his credit, Trevor does shut up, but he just stands there.

There they are, two guys standing in a hallway, five feet apart cause one just beat the shit out of the other for being gay. Prom night is great. In his delirious state, Wirt can faintly hear ‘Lover Is a Day’ by Cuco playing from the gym. The beats pulse under his feet, and it’s just adding onto the pain right now.

After maybe five minutes, Trevor speaks up again. “Wirt I really am sorry, dude. I don’t know why I did that. I was pissed and you wouldn’t shut up and I didn’t what else to do! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Trevor hits the locker to his right with the side of his fist. The sound rings through the otherwise empty hall, and Wirt just stares at the first still on metal.

Wirt runs a hand through his hair, “That’s great and everything, but was the getting on top of me and repeatedly punching me in the nose necessary? Or, you know, any of it? You just fucking committed a hate crime dude, do you even realize that?” he’s talking slowly, his voice is tired and he would rather be anywhere else.

“I know! I know it was! But it honestly didn’t have anything to do with you being,” he pauses, and Wirt is about to finish for him before he continues on his own, “Gay. It didn’t have to do with you being gay, okay. I just. I have like severe anger issues. It’s some fucking long ass name, but the shortened thing is IED. It’s not really something I have any control over, and it’s been a while since I’ve had an episode that bad, and I promise it has nothing to do with you being gay or anything! That fucking chill, man! This stuff literally just happens, I swear on my motherfucking yeezys!” Wirt, who is finally coming back down to Earth and is able to process English language again, raises his brow, “ Okay, I don’t own yeezys, but you know what I mean.” He looks down to the floor, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Wirt sighs, wiping under his nose with his suit sleeve. It doesn’t help, the blood keeps flowing and now his suit is ruined. Fuck Prom night, dude. “Look, Trevor. If you actually have a genuine mental illness that does that, you get a fucking pass on the beating the shit out of me part.” Trevor flinches at that, “But you’re still kinda homophobic dude.”

Trevor looks up from the ground, “What? How?”

Wirt shrugs, crossing his arms again. “Assuming someone isn’t a lesbian when they say they are is pretty high on the list. Actually, assuming a gay guy is checking people out while they’re changing is also pretty high on the list. Both of the things you said are pretty high on the list, actually.”

This time it’s Trevor who furrows his brow, “But she isn’t a lesbian. I asked her why she thought she was a lesbian a couple weeks ago and she said it’s because she thinks girls are hot and that she wouldn’t mind kissing them, but that’s normal. Like, I know a couple guys in my classes that I wouldn’t mind kissing or like fucking or something and I’m not gay or whatever. Everyone thinks like that.”

Wirt’s mind just fucking imploded on itself. He’s joking. He has to be joking. Oh fuck he is not joking. Oh dear. Wirt cringes to himself, “Oh Jesus.” he whispers, “Trevor, you do know that isn’t a universal thing, right? Like, you know not every guy would be fine with fucking another guy, right?”

“Wait, really?” Trevor asks, his voice quiet. Wirt simply nods and watches as Trevor seems to contemplate his whole existence in front of him. “But I’m not. My mom told me that I couldn’t be gay, I just needed to find the right girl and it would be fine. I don’t like guys like that, I’m not.”

Fuck, why does Wirt have empathy. If he was a dick he could just walk away from this situation and not feel a thing, but he can’t leave this guy in a crisis. Even if he did just beat his ass.

“Trevor, why do you like Sara?”

“She’s funny, and kinda cool, I guess. I just want to hang out with her more, plus my friends kept saying I should go for it, so I figured why not.”

“Dude, you just want to be her fucking friend. That’s, what you want is a friendship. Jesus dude, you don’t even actually like her do you?”

Trevor shrugs, “I don’t know. I mean, she’s cool and everything.”

“Would you kiss her.” Wirt asks.

“What?”

“Would you kiss Sara. Or any girl for that matter.” He asks again, slower this time.

Trevor rolls his eyes, giving Wirt a look that suggest the answer should be obvious, but when he opens his mouth, no words come out. It stays open for about ten seconds before he frowns. “No I. I wouldn’t” he lets out a dry laugh void of humor. “Holy shit, I fucking wouldn’t. What the fuck.”

Wirt sighs taking a few steps over to Trevor, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Go home, Trevor. You have had more than enough action tonight.” his hand slides off and he turns around to find the nearest bathroom, he about to round a corner when he remembers something and looks over at Trevor, who hasn’t moved an inch, “Try to refrain from using the f-slur before you figure out your whole mess, maybe?” He gives the other boy a quick smile before walking away.

The nearest bathroom is way too fucking far away, in Wirt’s humble opinion. And why are half of the lights off in these hallways? God, he feels like the character about to die in a horror movie. Thankfully, the light switch in the bathroom was easy to find so he isn’t completely in the dark.

He grabs some paper towels and wets them, and then he finally looks in the mirror. Jesus fucking Christ.

Trevor did a number on him, and if it were any other situation that required less brain power he would be kinda impressed. His nose is definitely broken, if the aching and gushing blood are any indicator, he’s got a black eye, a busted lip, bruises across his face and collarbone -and if the amount of times he was kicked in the stomach is as many as it felt, he’s got them there too- and, the cherry on fucking top, his suit jacket ripped a little bit.

His phone buzzes in his pocket as he finishes wiping the blood from his face, but his nose is still bleeding. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket he finds two new messages. One from Sara, saying she scored with the girl from her chem class and that she has a date next Saturday, and one from Dipper saying they’ve finally stopped driving.

Wirt texts Sara back congratulating her on her suaveness that she most definitely didn’t have (see: nearly puked on a cute girl for complimenting her shoes once) before opening up his texts with Dipper and taking a picture in the mirror holding up a peace sign. He masterfully captions the photo: ‘babys first hate crime <3′.

His phone rings immediately.

He picks up right away, and is greeted with a very frantic, “Where are you?” there’s faint music in the background, they must be at their dance right now.

“Uhm. The bathroom in hallway E, I think. Why?” Wirt asks, throwing away the bloody paper towels.

“We’re on our way.” Is all he gets in response.

“What? You’re in California how are you supposed to. Did he fucking hang up on me?” Wirt pulls his phone away from his ear, “Wow, okay.” He pockets his phone and stares at himself in the mirror for a few seconds. It’s gonna suck having to explain this to anybody, and he knows his mom will go full Godzilla mode on the school board if he tells the truth, but he can’t just out someone. Fuck, man.

The door to the bathroom swings open and two rapid sets of footsteps approach him, he’s almost expecting to be beaten up again until he’s turned around and hugged tightly. His confusion only lasts for a second when his land on Mabel, but then it flares up again because what the fuck that’s Mabel.

He pushes away from the person hugging him and is met with a person he both did and did not expect to see.

“Dipper.” He not shocked that Dipper did actually find hallway E, they broke in last summer to investigate if the place is actually haunted (it is), so he learned the layout pretty well in that instance, but he’s shocked that he’s even in the room. “Wait. Am I concussed? Is this a hallucination?”

“Er, wrong!” Mabel says, pushing Dipper out of the way and hugging Wirt tighter than a strait jacket. He lets out a sound of pain and she lets him go immediately. “Sorry! I forgot you’re like, dying right now.”

“Not dying, per se, but getting there if my nose doesn’t stop bleeding soon. I didn’t even know I had this much blood, if I’m being honest.” Mabel laughs a bit and wow did he miss that sound. He missed them, really. It’s always better when they’re around.

“What happened?” Dipper’s voice finally enters the conversation, and it makes his heart flutter but also reminds him the situation in which they’ve been reunited. Especially if the pissed off tone is anything to go by.

Wirt shrugs, “I got into a fight?”

Dipper gives him a look, “You called it a hate crime, before.”

Wirt laughs, “Yeah, I know. But it wasn’t, technically? I don’t know I’m still having trouble processing the whole ordeal. But I just got into an argument with Trevor, you know who I’m talking about, and he got really mad so he fucking beat the shit out of me and,” Dipper turns to walk out the door but Wirt pulls him back by the arm, “don’t walk away, I’m not done yet. He has a thing called IED, or something? He didn’t know the full medical name for it, but he said it had to do with like uncontrollable anger? Like it just happens or something.”

Dipper nods, “Intermittent Explosive Disorder.”

“Yeah, probably. But he felt really bad after, and I can’t blame him for having something he can’t control, dude. That would be a dick move. But yeah, we talked it out I guess. I think I just made him question the entire universe.”

Dipper sighs, still tense but loosening now, “So you called it a hate crime, because?”

“Well, I mean, okay. At first I thought he did it because I was gay, but from our little conversation we had after, it was definitely not that.”

Both twins raise eyebrow, “Are you gonna give us any more info, or?” Mabel asks and Wirt just shrugs. Dipper lets out another, deeper sigh. He’s known Wirt long enough to know that little shrug means ‘never in a million years ever’.

“What are you guys doing here, anyways? I mean, I’m happy you’re here, but I live in Arizona? It’s like an eleven hour drive.”

Dipper shrugs, taking Wirt’s hand. “Guess I missed the ‘Team Roping Capital of the World’.” he teases and Wirt groans.

“Shut up! You know I think that’s stupid as shit.” He says, and as the twins laugh at him he takes a second to admire his boyfriends face. Dipper always laughs freely, and Wirt thinks that’s one of the reasons he fell in love with the younger (”by two days!”) boy at summer camp. His hair isn’t in his usual baseball cap with a pine tree on it, and is styled just the right way to cover his birthmark. He looks happy, if not still tense about the fact that Wirt got his ass beat. An easy smile finds it’s way onto Wirt’s face as Dipper calms down.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Dipper says, leading him towards the door. Mabel follows quickly behind, flicking off the light. She runs ahead of them, twirling around the hallway and nearly falling over herself in the process.

“So, I know Wirt is gonna wanna bounce because he’s covered in human juice.”

“Stop calling blood human juice.”

“Don’t interrupt me, Dipper. But what are we gonna do when we skedaddle out of here?”

Both twins look to the brunette for an answer, he huffs as he tries to think of something. “We could get burgers and shakes at McDonald's? And then head home, probably. Greg’s gonna be super excited to see you guys.”

“Oh! I can’t wait to see him! We’re here for the next four days, by the way, god I can’t wait!” She pushes open the doors to the gym and the music floods over them. Jesus, was it always that loud? How long had Wirt been away from the party?”

“What time is it?” He asks Dipper, trying to ignore all of the strange looks that are being sent his way. He can’t blame them, it looks like he got mauled by a pack of wild dogs.

“It is, nine forty-eight.” The other boy responds, Wirt nods as they exit the gym into the parking lot. Dipper’s car is still as messy as it was the year before, if not more, but Wirt thinks that just adds to the charm.

Sara, who had apparently been in front of the gym the whole night, drops her punch at the sight of Wirt. “Oh my god! Wirt!” she rushes over.

“I’m fine, Sare. Really. It’s all good.” He gives her a smile, but she doesn’t stop giving him a look.

“Trevor did this, didn’t he? You know he came out here like thirty minutes ago fucking covered in blood and looked like he pissed himself when he saw me. So don’t cover for him.”

“I’m not covering for Trevor! There were circumstances that I don’t know if I’m allowed to share.” Wirt says, gesturing wildly with his hands, thankfully Dipper doesn’t seem to mind.

“Wirt, if he’s blackmailing you just tell me. I can fix it!”

“Sare, I appreciate the thought, but this is really something that should be left alone, alright? I might tell you on a different day, but right now it is confidential. No I’m not being blackmailed, if anything the information I got out of him after everything could be considered blackmail, just. Not tonight, okay?” He can tell she doesn’t want to give up but he really can’t explain all of this right now, “Please?”

She sighs, “Alright. Fine. But I expect a detailed report of what happened tomorrow morning.” Wirt nods and it’s then Sara finally notices the twins, “Oh. You found him. Cool, see you guys.” The twins giver he simultaneous ‘later’s’ and she walks back to the girl from her chem class.

Mabel moves to get in the front seat before she’s stopped by Dipper, “Ah ah ah!” he says, gaining her attention. He passes her the keys and she whines but moves to the other side anyways.

“You fucking suck, Dip-stick.”

“Sorry that I want to be able to comfort my boyfriend in the backseat of my own car and can’t do that when I’m driving.” he opens the back door and motions for Wirt to get in, and once they’re all set they drive to the nearest McDonald's.

Ordering food had thus been the easier part of Wirt’s night, but he’s hoping things will start going up from here.

The food sits in the passengers seat in the quiet car before Mabel presses play on the car stereo. Wirt immediately looks up from where his head was buried in Dipper’s shoulder, a smile crossing his face.

“Isn’t this the mixtape I made you?” He turns back to Dipper, absolutely beaming.

Dipper’s face is red, but he nods. “Yeah. I listen to it sometimes.”

“Liar! He listens to it all the fucking time. I have it memorized by now.” Mabel calls from the front. Dipper kicks the back of her seat, “Shut up! At least I don’t have an entire folder dedicated to pictures of him on my phone!”

“My Pacifica picture collection is none of your business! And you have like eight hundred Polaroids on him on your wall, don’t even try that shit with me!”

Dipper’s rebuttal is cut off when Wirt presses a kiss to his cheek. The younger boy turns and immediately presses their lips together in a kiss. It’s soft because of Wirt’s busted lip, but it’s still incredible. It’s never not incredible when it’s the two of them.

Mabel makes fake barfing noises, causing Dipper to flip her off, causing Wirt to laugh. They pull up to the drive way, walk through the front door, and are immediately greeted by Greg. He rushes into Wirt, giving him a tight hug. Even at ten years old, Greg still has as much energy as he did at six.

“Welcome home, brother o’ mine. How was, whoa what happened to your face?”

Wirt ruffles his little brothers hair, “I got into a fight with a dragon, dude. I won, obviously, but my jacket didn’t make it out alive.”

“I can fix that for you.” Mabel says taking his suit jacket, she’s almost knocked over when Greg charges into her next which makes her laugh. “Hey there, space cowboy. I missed you too!” She pulls him into a tight hug twirling him around the foyer before setting him back down. Dipper gives him a hug as well, just as tight but without all the spinning, and then Greg’s attention is back on Wirt.

“Okay. Why was this dragon mad at you?” He asks. This had become their thing ever since The Unknown. They would talk as if they were still there, or at least like they were in a fantasy world, and explain things to each other that way. Wirt thinks it helps them cope, but it’s probably just a result of being some weird kids.

“Anger issues.” Wirt says. That’s way too simple a phrase for it, and he knows that, but Greg is nine. He can explain it another day, but this is now and it’s ten o’clock.

Greg gives him a goofy grin, “Alright!” he says, skipping into the kitchen. The three teenagers follow him, Dipper once again takes Wirt’s hand.

“What were you doing in here little man?” Dipper asks, noticing that all of the chairs at the edge of the kitchen.

Greg picks up Jason Funderburker, the frog, and smiles again. “Well, Wirt was at his dance, and I wasn’t allowed to go with, so I made my own! Mom and dad are out tonight, too so I can play is as loud as I want!”

Greg being allowed to stay home alone tonight was a big decision. Not because no one trusted him but... okay yeah no one trusted him. Plus, it was dangerous! But, tonight was their mom and Johnathan's ten year anniversary and his mom didn’t want him to miss out on his Senior prom -no matter how much he assured her he could live without having gone- so it was the only option. No one was available to babysit, again prom night, and they couldn’t exactly take their nine year old to a bar. It doesn’t look like anything is on fire or broken yet, so Wirt can say it’s been a success so far.

“Alright then,space cowboy, lets get this party started!” Mabel says as she turns up the music. The song is ‘You Really Got Me’ by The Kinks, how Greg knows this song Wirt has no clue, and it bounces off the walls echoing up the stairs.

Greg does his weird jump step thing that he’s been doing since he could walk. It’s literally just jumping side to side to music, with the occasional dangerously fast spin, but it’s not a bad move. Jason Funderburker looks sick from all of the motion and Greg stops his movement just to let the frog go.

Mabel has always been a crazy dancer, just jumping around, arms flailing, hair going everywhere from her shaking her head. She’s probably going to poke someone’s eye out one of these days, but at least she’s having fun. Or, maybe she’s trying to poke someone’s eye out. Either way, she’s having a good time.

Dipper makes sure his arm movements hit every beat, spinning around for the parts where there are no hard beats to hit but smiling nonetheless. He looks like an idiot, and he knows he looks like an idiot, but what’s the point in being around all of your favorite people if you can’t look like an idiot in front of them?

Wirt, not much a dancer in normal circumstances, is going all out right now. He’s much more graceful than Mabel is being, but other than that they’ve got practically the same vibe. Except that Wirt actually did hit Dipper in the eye on accident earlier, but that’s in the past now.

The song ends and another begins and that cycle repeats for an hour until they’re all too tired for it anymore. Wirt sits down in one of the chairs, looking out over the kitchen. Greg is sitting on the floor with Jason Funderburker while the twins argue over what terrible movie to watch simply to make fun of it.

They both turn, “Wirt,” Dipper says, “What do you think?”

Wirt smiles. Maybe Prom night isn’t so bad after all.

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 4 years

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Number 8 with Paul please 🥺❤✨

I hope you'll like it💕

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"We're not getting Chinese again!" You looked at Paul with a tired grin- if he had his way it would be the third time that week, and it was only Thursday.

"But -"

"Nope! I'm not doing it," you smiled as you took his hand, "why not some Italian or Mexican or-"

"Chinese?"

"No?"

Paul chuckled, kissing you on your forehead. "Alright, you pick baby."

You smiled, dragging him into a small restaurant. It served food from all over the world, and you made sure you got exactly what you liked. Paul did so too - giving you a teasing smile when he decided to order Chinese for himself anyways.

"One day you'll wake up and find yourself turned into a box of noodles, you know."

"Lucky for me noodles are your favourite."

"What if I lied about that?" You grinned, continuing to eat your burrito. It was the first time in months the two of you had been on a real date. A lot of stuff came in between, family problems on Paul's side, school on your side. It didn't matter how hard you tried, you were always stuck with more deadlines than you wanted, and hardly any time to hang out with your boyfriend. But now, with school being over for the summer, you were finally free.

"So, what now?" Paul asked as the two of you walked out if the restaurant. You looked around. "I'm not really sure. Can't we just watch a movie or something?"

"Nothing good is playing at the moment, and we can't borrow Max's TV anymore."

"Ugh," you leaned against him, looking up at him, "then what do you suggest."

"Rides?"

That didn't sound like a bad idea, if you were being honest. So, with a big goofy grin he pulled you along towards the many rides if the boardwalk. He dragged on into the big dipper, into the haunted mansion, onto some other adrenaline rides- you giggled, the way Paul ran around as a hyperactive puppy was adorable. He just wanted to make the most of his time with you, and he would be damned if he didn't. Time passed quickly as you rode the rides, and it didn't take long before the lights went off, and the two of you had to head home.

"Do you want me to drop you off?" Paul asked, knowing you'd probably wanted to go back home.

"No thanks."

"I won't have you walking alone at night, babe."

"I won't be alone," you grinned, showing him your backpack. "I- I'd like to spend the night, you know?"

Paul grinned, hugging you tightly. He helped you on the back of his bike, waiting till you'd wrapped your arms around him, and drove off. The ride was short - maybe because of the speed Paul was driving at or maybe because you became so familiar with the road. You weren't entirely sure, all you knew was that you might have wanted to spent a little more time with him on his bike.

"Come on," Paul took your bag from you and lead you inside. He yawned - looking out to realise it was close to sunset already. "Will you be okay?"

You looked at him. You'd assumed he'd just spend the night with you.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"I - I don't want to sleep alone."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"I- eh- I get nightmares."

"Nightmares?"

You nodded, looking at him. "Just please stay with me?"

Paul agreed, helping you unpack. He got an extra blanket for the bed that stood in a room close to their sleeping area. He couldn't help but look at you as you changed in the shirt you slept in. "Fuck, you're hot," he mumbled, grabbing your hand to pull you on the bed, kissing you as he tried to roll om top of you.

"I'm also really tired," you mumbled, snuggling up against him, "I missed you."

"Me too, babe," Paul rubbed your back softly, holding you close to him as you slowly drifted of to sleep.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #lost boys #paul #vampires

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pyromania2667 · 4 years

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Proud to be Mabifica

My first commission, done for @wombatking It’s a bit of an AU with an injured Mabel and Pacfiica

Pacifica knocks onto the door to Mabel’s home, unable to shake her mind off the thought of last year. The Pride Parade is today and Mabel is excited as ever. She idly fans herself as she waits another moment for anyone to answer the door. Even in the morning, the California heat can be discomforting, at the very least her light dress isn’t hurting the situation.

She waits hardly a moment longer as footsteps approach. She is greeted with Dipper opening the door, “Oh, Hey Pacifica.”

“Hello! It’s me, I just need to get out of this heat… Thanks.” Pacifica wastes no time entering as Dipper shifts aside to make room for her, “The AC back at my place is on the fritz, this city life can be harsh.”

“What, is the fashion line not paying the bills?” Dipper mocks.

Pacifica brushes the bangs from her eyes, now locking her gaze with Dipper, “Everything is going great, I’ll have you know. It’s just that my AC broke down earlier this morning and I wanted to get out of the heat.”

“Hope everything is alright then. Mabel is in her room as per usual, I think she just finished vlogging, so you can go ahead and meet up with her.”

“Looks like I’m fashionably on time, as per usual,” She replies as she dismisses herself from Dipper.

Pacifica sashays to Mabel’s room, knocking on the closed door.

“Come in!” Mabel exclaims, “I just finished my morning vlog anyway, it was great!”

Pacifica presses open the door, it slides open with little resistance.

“Hey Mabel, I wanted to come over and say hi. We have plenty of time to prepare for the Pride parade today.”

“Pride march, pride march!” Mabel chants as she blows into the straw of her wheelchair, spinning it around to meet with Pacifica, “I can’t wait, we can finally go together as a couple, it’s going to be so great!”

Pacifica stifles a snicker, even since the accident, Mabel has not changed one bit. Waves of sorrow cascade through her mind as the memory of last year consumes her. It was at the beach and Mabel wanted to show off her “amazing swimming skills”, but she crashed into a wave and fell straight into the sandbar along the beach floor. The horror of it all and the trip to the hospital was brutal, but Mable remained strong. She broke her spinal cord and is completely paralyzed from the shoulders down. Despite everything, Mabel has not lost sight of herself or dropped an ounce of her delightful demeanor.

“Do you like my shirt?” Mable asks, shaking Pacifica back into reality.

Pacifica takes a peek at Mable, she’s wearing a violet short sleeve V-neck with the center supporting a rainbow flag with a handicapped figure in the middle of the motif.

“Of course, you definitely rock any kind of shirt you wear,” Pacifica replies.

“Ha! I knew you’d like it, so I got one FOR YOU TOO!”

“What? You did?”

“Yeah, check out my closet, silly!”

Pacifica shifts her attention to the closet door of Mabel’s room, on it is an identical copy of the shirt Mabel is currently wearing, clung onto a hook with a clothing hanger.

Pacifica rushes to the shirt, clutching the soft fabric between her fingers, “Oh my gosh, you actually went and got one for me too?”

“Uh, yeah!” Mabel exclaims, “What a ridiculous question. I would be insane NOT to get us matching shirts for the Pride march!”

Pacifica can’t help but laugh this time, unhooking the shirt from the door and laying it on Mabel’s bed. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she gives Mabel a soft hug around the shoulder, “Mabel… I… Thank you so much for this gift, I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I’m so happy we can finally do this together.”

“Aww, it was nothing…” Mabel replies, “Afterall, it’s the least I could do, we are a couple, right?”

Pacifica begins to disentangle herself from the hug, “Yeah, we are, aren’t we?”

“And you know what couples do, ri-i-i-ight?”

Pacifica stares at Mabel briefly, “They do things together?”

“They decorate my wheelchair for the PRIDE PARADE!” Mabel exclaims, “Go to my closet! I have stored EVERYTHING we could need to decorate.”

“Alright, decorating your wheelchair sounds kinda fun,” Pacifica replies as she saunters over to the closet, “What did you think of decorating with?”

“EVERYTHING!” Mabel exclaims as Pacifica opens the closet.

Pacifica stares in awe at the array of bins stuffed within the interior. Toys, baubles, and plenty of crafts litter the closet.

Pacifica turns back to Mabel, “So… what did you want me to-”

“Everything!” Mabel exclaims once more, “Take out everything! We’re going to make this the best wheelchair ever!”

“Oh, everything? That’s… that’s just like you, alright.” Pacifica spends time taking out the bins one by one until there’s an assortment of different accessories for the chair to be decorated splayed out across the room. “That’s everything…” Pacifica states breathlessly as she drops the last bin onto the ground.

“Any idea what we should start with?” Pacifica asks.

Before Mabel can give a response, there’s a knock on the door.

Dipper’s voice rings from the other side “Is everything alright? Did something fall over?”

“Everything’s fine, thank you,” Pacifica responds.

“Pride march! Pride march!” Mabel chants, “We’re getting ready for the pride parade by decorating my wheelchair!”

“Ha, well okay then,” Dipper replies, “Happy you two are having fun then. You guys go enjoy yourselves at the parade.”

“We will!” Mabel chimes.

“Okay,” Mable says, shifting her attention back to the decorations, “I say we start with some stickers. You can never have too many stickers!”

Pacifica opens the lid to the bin filled with sticker books, “Any in mind?” She asks.

“Yeah! You already know what the answer to that is!”

“All of them?”

“ALL OF THEM!”

“Okay, let's stick to a theme, how about some rainbows, like our shirts?”

“Yeah, that works, just slap them on the back of this sucker!” Mabel states as she nods toward her wheelchair.

Pacifica peers at the book in her hand. It’s slathered in stickers of bright rainbow colors and rainbow-colored animals. Lisa Frank herself would be proud.

Pacifica sifts through the pages until she’s found stickers she’s content with before showing them to Mabel. Peeling off the sticker as it clings onto her finger, she shows it to Mabel.

“Look, it’s a little rainbow pig. Cute, right?”

“Just like Waddles! I know he’s having just as much fun as we are back at Gravity Falls,” Mabel cheers

“Alright, in memory of him, let's get to these stickers, shall we?”

After sufficiently decorating the back of Mabel’s wheelchair to her satisfaction, Pacifica moves onto the other bins.

She pops open the lid to one of the plastic bins, “Tassels,” She states

“TASSELS!” Mabel chimes, “Yes, I LOVE tassels!”

“Nice, I’m sure they’ll look great on the arms.”

Pacifica grabs hold of the rainbow-colored paper tassels. She brings them up to her eye, getting a closer look, “These definitely will do.”

“Slap those bad boys onto this baby!”

“Oh, of course, your highness…” Pacifica teases.

“It is to my decree, that my steed shall be primed and proper for the event,” Mabel replies mockingly.

Pacifica lets out a small chortle as she ties the tassels to the arms of the wheelchair. She drags her fingers along the loose strands, causing them to sway gently in the air.

“It’s nice, but what could we be missing..?” Pacifica asks.

“I got some balloons on my desk just for the occasion!” Mabel responds

Pacifica turns her attention to Mabel’s desk, there’s a handful of balloons held down by the weight of a plastic tube instead of a string.

“Balloons! Yes!” Pacifica exclaims, “That’d definitely complete the look!”

She grabs the glittery rainbow-colored balloons and ties them to the back of Mabel’s chair. Once fastened tightly, Pacifica takes a step back to admire the view.

Pacifica gives a nod of satisfaction, “Perfect, I’m going to change into this shirt and we’ll be set to go..”

Pacifica leaves for the restroom to change her dress, upon exiting she realizes that Mabel has already made her way to the main room of the home.

Mabel cheers upon catching eye of Pacifica, “I’m so ready for this! Finally!”

Pacifica grabs the keys to their van, “Alright, let me help you into the van, it’s time to get our pride on.”

After helping her into the vehicle, Pacifica fastens her phone to Mabel’s chair so she can begin streaming their journey.

“It’s time! It’s finally time!” Mabel cheers into the camera, “I can finally go to the pride parade with my beautiful girlfriend! Say hi, Pacifica!”

“Hey guys…” Pacifica responds, not taking her eyes off the road.

“Haha, yeah! Pride march! Pride march!”

“I’m definitely excited.”

The ride to the parking lot was mostly uneventful to their pleasure. Mabel never ceased her cheer nor her constant downpour of commentary into the phone.

Pacifica parks the van and helps unload Mabel from the vehicle. “It’s about time,” Pacifica states, “I’m getting so excited, I can’t believe this is actually happening!”

“Woah, calm down, Pacifica,” Mabel states, “We’re just here to… HAVE FUN! Pride March! Pride March!”

Pacifica gives Mabel a gentle grin, “Alright, let’s get this parade started!”

“Aww, c’mon,” Mabel croons, “You have to give your girlfriend a kiss before we get started…”

Pacifica smirks, shaking her head softly, “All right.” She replies before giving Mabel a quick peck on the cheek.

“That’s more like it!” Mabel cheers, “Let's get to this march!”

Pacifica waves to the phone camera as she positions herself behind Mabel, guiding her to the event.

The summer warmth isn’t overbearing at this hour as they journey deeper into the parade.

Mabel continues streaming her vlog. “Finally here! After all this waiting, I’m finally here!”

Pacifica clears her throat.

Mabel snickers, “We’re finally here! I’ll let the whole world know that we’re dating!”

As the event begins to heat up, the pair quickly find themself slowly forming a crowd. Several fans for both of them are cheering and elated to see their idols at the parade.

“Line up, people,” Pacifica commands, “Let’s get things a little in order so we can take pictures.”

“Yeah, get in line you bunch of weirdos.” Mabel mocks, “You guys need to take turns so everyone can take a pic with this weirdo.” Mabel shifts to Pacifica, “It’s okay, they can take a pic with me after they’re done with yours.”

Pacifica can’t help but laugh a little, “Yeah, yeah, but you’re my weirdo…”

“That’s the spirit!” Mabel cheers.

With the sun high above the sky, the couple spends well over an hour conversing with their fans. Pacifica goes on about her design techniques.

“Actually, it was Mabel who gave me this shirt,” She states, pulling on her shirt to give an unobstructed view of the motif, “It was such a nice gift, and it means the world to me.”

Soon enough, the Parade is taking off as the couple begins making their way down the streets of Los Angeles.

“It’s too bad I couldn’t fit a confetti cannon on this sucker...” Mabel remarks.

Pacifica gives her a gentle nudge, “I’m sure there’ll be plenty of confetti cannons in this parade.”

As if on queue, several beads are tossed along the road, along with confetti and glitter as the floats spring to life. The streets are littered with people parading around with colorful balloons and bubbles flying through the air.

“Pride march!” Mabel chants in elation, “Pride march!”

Assisted by the overwhelming emotions of her girlfriend, Pacifica can’t help but join in, “Pride march!” She shouts, raising an arm into the air.

The remainder of the afternoon is spent vlogging their experience and chatting with fans as they march with the parade.

Mabel is completely enthralled by the barrage of colors and assortment floats and gimmicks. Pacifica finds herself comforted by the fact that Mabel is enjoying every last moment of this just as much as she is. Mabel couldn’t be happier than to represent her pride along with Pacifica.

The hours fly by as the parade begins to reach its end. The couple spends a moment reveling in the afterglow of the event, meeting up with even more fans. They share in the cheer with everyone, catching up on even more fan photos and having a few members join in on the vlog.

“The night is still young Mabel,” Pacifica states as they prepare to leave.

“So much to do, but I really want ice cream!”

“You know… ice cream sounds really nice right now, we can share a cone.”

“Aww, I am blessed to have a girlfriend like you!”

#mabifica #gravity falls #writing commission #pride #gay #sfw #au

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im-actually-ok · 4 years

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Welcome To Gravity Falls

Chapter 1

Next (coming soon)

Fandoms: Gravity Falls, Sanders Sides (Human Au)

Ships: None (Yet)

Word Count: 1593

Warnings: Like one swear, (I think that’s all, let me know if I should add anything!)

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“Remind me why did I let you guys talk me into this again?” Logan asked, staring out the window of the plane.

“A little fresh air is going to do you some good, Microsoft nerd. It’ll be good for you to get away from the city, you were working yourself to death!” Roman threw his hands in the air for emphasis, the close quarters made it so he bumped Logan with every movement.

Logan rolled his eyes at his over dramatics, “And you really believe the best way to spend our summer was in a small nowhere town in the middle of Oregon?”

“Well,” Patton stated, “I’ve heard that it’s a nice little town, I actually have a friend there, that’s why I chose it, she’s gonna meet us when we arrive!” He gave Logan a small smile in an attempt to cheer the other up in some regards, but he just sighed and went back to staring at the land below.

Logan Wilbert was not the most adventurous young man, by any means. But here he was, stuck on a plane with three other crazy teens on a flight path to a small town in Oregon. He was nervous, to say the least, having never traveled with friends before. A week ago, he had planned to fill his summer break before a senior year with internships and part-time jobs and compiling his college portfolio. But all that changed when Patton’s ‘friend from Oregon’ suggested they come and visit and stay for the summer.

He closed his eyes, resting his head against the cool glass of the window. ‘Four weeks’ he thought, ‘four weeks until we can go home, only four weeks’.

It was going to be a long four weeks.

Roman woke him once they had landed, confirming that he had, in fact, slept through the entire plane ride. After another hour of waiting and picking up bags and more waiting and finding their way through the airport and more waiting, they finally were able to catch a cab that took them to a bus stop where they waited another hour before arriving at the outskirts of the town.

Roman groaned loudly, dragging his luggage on the ground behind him, “I am not looking forward to doing this again when we leave,” he huffed.

“Quit whining, we’re almost there,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes.

Patton slung a backpack over his shoulder with a small grunt before saying, “Now I know we’re all exhausted, but my friend should be here soon to show us the way into town, I’m sure it’s not too far a walk!”

“Yeah, alright,” Roman sighed, dragging his bag over to the side of the road to sit on while they waited. Virgil, Patton, and Logan soon followed his example and did the same. They sat there for a while, trying to find things to keep them busy while they waited.

Logan took off his glasses to rub his eyes, trying to fight off the growing headache that was soon to arrive. He only opened his eyes when he heard it. A soft rumbling sound coming from the forest that lay behind them.

He turned towards the trees, squinting in the dim light of the setting sun to try and catch a glimpse at what he had heard. Standing, he moved closer to the line of trees, slowly approaching the sound.

“And where do you think you’re going, pocket protector?” Virgil asked with lidded, exhaustion taking over. Patton had fallen asleep on Virgil’s shoulder and Roman was stretched out over his, Patton’s, and Virgil’s bags, snoring loudly.

Logan glanced between Virgil and the forest, “I just, I think I heard something. I was going to check it out.”

Virgil sighed and mumbled out, “Just don’t get yourself killed,” before falling asleep against Patton’s head.

Logan whispered, “I’ll try,” before slipping into the line of trees.

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“How do you know these people again?” Dipper asked as they walked the road to the bus stop.

“Well,” Mabel started, “I met Patton when I was in Florida for that Sev’ral Timez concert, remember? After the concert, he introduced me to his one friend who was at the concert with him and I introduced him to Candy and Grenda! We all hung out the rest of the time our time in Florida and we’ve been pen pals ever since!”

Dipper sighed, rubbing his arm, “And you invited them here because?”

Mabel elbowed Dipper in the gut, “I invited them because they needed a place to get away from it all. Patton had told me how overworked and pent up his one friend was and that he was trying to find someplace to go for the summer to ease up the tension before their senior year! Plus, from what I’ve heard I think you’ll get along with him, Patton’s told me he’s a bit of a nerd like you.” She laughed and Dipper rolled his eyes.

She glanced at Dipper, just long enough to see the worry in his eyes, “I know you’re nervous bro bro, and I know Gravity Falls has been ‘our place’ since we were, like, thirteen. But it’s only four weeks, ok? Plus, I think it’ll be fun!”

He sighed before giving up a little smile, “Yeah, ok,”

“That’s the attitude!” She said, shoving him with her shoulder. He staggered back a bit, but smiled and shoved her back.

They talked as they made their way out to meet the group, but as they approached their destination, Dipper stopped. His eyes fell on the trees and what lied beyond them.

“Mabel, did you hear that?”

By now Mabel was already a little ways ahead of him, “Hear what?”

He didn’t respond, he only looked out into the darkness of the forest, “I’ll -- I’ll be back, you go meet the group. I’ll catch up with you, Ok?”

Mabel sighed, “Alright, go chase your monster ya dork, I’ll see you later.”

He gave a small laugh, “Thanks, Mabel.”

“Yeah, yeah, just go before I change my mind!” She smiled at him, waving a hand towards the trees as she watched her brother disappear into them.

He followed the slight sounds and crunching noises of the leaves and twigs into the forest before hearing and feeling the familiar rumble of a passing herd of manotaur. He turned his head in the direction of the rumble only to find what he had first heard.

There, in the clearing, there was a young man, around his age, crouching on the forest floor, his hand pressed down to the ground, feeling the vibrations of the herd as they steadily increased. The man had dark brown hair and wore a collared dark blue shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, his brown eyes were sharp behind his square-framed glasses.

As the manotaur herd drew closer, he watched the man stand, squinting in the direction of the herd, trying to see what was coming. He watched the man’s eyes widen as the first manotaur came barreling towards him, missing him by a few feet. The man stood, paralyzed, as the herd charged towards him.

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Logan couldn’t believe his eyes. Bull like humanoid creatures were running at him and he felt like he couldn’t move -- like he couldn’t breathe. He watched in horror as the herd charged at him.

He barely processed when he was knocked off his feet, hitting the ground outside the small clearing with an ‘oof’. He watched the strange creatures pass, and when they were gone and the rumbling had stopped, he took the time to acknowledge the body on top of him.

Their heart was beating rapidly and their breathing was heavy. They rolled off of Logan and stood, brushing their clothes off before offering Logan a hand.

“You ok?” Logan just stared at the young man second before taking his hand. The man who had saved him was a little shorter than Logan, with light brown poofy hair trapped beneath a blue and white baseball cap. He was wearing a light orange t-shirt with a dark blue vest, his brown eyes lit up in the newly shining moonlight.

“Uh,” Logan found he was at a loss for words, which was very odd indeed, “Y-yeah, I’m ok, I think. Um, What was that?” He asked pointing towards where the bull creatures had come.

The boy ran a hand through the bit of exposed hair from under his hat, “Oh, that’s just a herd of manotaur,” he stated quite matter of factly.

Logan stared at the young man in front of him for a minute before saying, “Just a herd of manotaur, is that all?” He laughed, running a hand through his hair before turning and punching the tree behind him.

“OW FUCK!” he exclaimed, clutching his hand, before turning back to the other, who was now backing away a bit and eyeing him worriedly, “That rules out the possibility of this being a dream, ok, what the hell?”

The man laughed, “Nope, not a dream, I assume you’re not from around here?”

“Is it that obvious?” Logan asked, rubbing his sore hand, “Say, do you know how to get back to the main road from here? I think I got a little turned around when the, um, manotaurs, came through?”

He smiled, “Yeah, sure, I was heading that way anyway!”

Logan stuck out his hand to the man, “Logan Wilburt, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The other awkwardly took his hand to shake it, “Dipper Pines, welcome to Gravity Falls”

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Thanks for reading! I’m hoping to come out with the second chapter soon but who knows. If you want to be tagged for when the next one comes out, either comment or leave an ask in my ask box! Thanks!!!

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splat-dragon · 4 years

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Whumptober 2020, #27: Ok, Who Had Natural Disasters On Their 2020 Bingo Card?: "Earthquake"

It's a very long walk back to the nearest stable, her saddle heavy in his arms.

@whumptober2020

the land relinquished her ghost ~Pale White Horse, Oh Hellos

Dipper’s a good horse.

Arthur had had to put a lot of work into her. She’d been a rescue - he’d taken her out from under a Raider, found her half dead, mane matted and legs shaking, eyes dull and lacking anything resembling a will to live.

He’d loved her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her.

She’d nearly killed him when he worked at getting her tail unmatted, kicking him so hard in the chest she threw him off his feet. But he’d dusted himself off, plied her with peppermints (he’d discovered they were her favorites) and managed to survive getting the knots and tangles out of her mane and tail if by the skin of his teeth, and she’d clearly felt so much better without it pulling at her skin, amenable to him tending to her scrapes and scratches and tending to her hooves.

It had taken months, but finally he’d been able to saddle her again, and they’d started going for rides. If he didn’t take her out at least a few times a week she’d ignore Miss Grimshaw’s screaming to shove her way into camp and yank at his jacket, dragging him out of camp and up to the hitching post, demanding he tack her up and go for even the shortest ride.

He’d loved Boadicea, and no horse would ever stand up to her. But Dipper was the first horse he’d met that he thought could, and eventually, did, follow in her hoofsteps.

Arthur had decided to take her out for a long trail ride.

She’d gotten fussy, as she always did when they spent too long in camp, too long riding the same paths. He’d wanted to see what he could find - not go hunting, not run bounties. Just ride around, him and his horse.

Dipper had always been ridiculously well behaved, aside from barging into camp and hauling him around. So long as he was in her saddle, she was happy to let him take the reins - quite literally. Though if there was danger, she wasn’t afraid to tell him. Would start grunting, throwing her head.

So when she began to scream, throwing her head and shrilling at the top of her lungs, he was alarmed. Had never seen her act as such, even when she’d been new to him, messy and hurt and scared.

He’d jumped from her saddle, grabbing her reins when she began to rear, trying to talk her down, kissing his teeth and love-talking her, but she continued to strain against her reins, slamming her hooves so hard into the dirt she left indents. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he dropped one hand to his gun, looking around for… well he wasn’t sure what—

—and then the earth was moving.

Rocking beneath him, roaring so loudly his ears began to ring, and Dipper tore her reins from his hand so rapidly she ripped his skin and he began to bleed, whirling and racing away.

He tried to chase her, staggered and went to his knees as the ground rippled, slapped his hands down to brace himself, closed his eyes and gagged as his stomach churned, quickly growing dizzy until—

—finally, as abruptly as it began, it stopped.

He dropped his head, grinding his forehead into the dirt, heaving as he tried not to be sick. Arthur’d been in one earthquake in his life, and had never wanted to be in another one again, thankyouverymuch, but since when had he ever gotten what he wanted?

‘Dipper!’

Arthur lurched to his feet, keeled over, was violently sick, staggered to his feet again, and whistled sharply.

There was no response.

He whistled again.

There was no response.

Arthur’s heart leaped into his throat, and he began to head in the direction that Dipper had darted off in, calling her name. The ground had changed considerably - trees had dropped their branches and fallen onto the path, rocks had tumbled on and off the trail, and fissures had left the dirt jagged and uneven. He wasted valuable time picking his way around tiny ledges and gaping holes, tossing branches out of the way and vaulting over fallen trees and rocks, whistling in between calls of “Dipper!” and “Here girl!”

He heard the screaming before he saw her.

His heart broke, and he skidded along the dirt as he ran as quickly as he could to her, dropping to his knees at her side. “Oh, Dipper,”

she whickered at him, tried to stand, and collapsed back to the ground when he pressed against her shoulder, “Easy girl, easy, stay down.” she flattened her ears but did, shaking like a leaf, her neck sweaty beneath his hand, making a final attempt to stand when he removed his hand to wipe his eyes, burning suspiciously.

But her leg was well-stuck, trapped in a fissure in the ground, and he could see bone sticking out of the black of her leg. He took a shaky breath, pressed her down, “No girl, easy, it’s okay,” and she butted her head against his chest as she folded her forelegs beneath her as though she were laying down in the grass next to camp, snuffling at his pockets as he hugged her head.

Arthur couldn’t help the way his laugh was watery as he removed a hand to dig out a peppermint, then two, then three, then all of them, letting her eat the entire handful, pressing his forehead against her dark head, burying it in her forelock. “S’okay girl, s’okay. I’ve got you baby girl.”

She crunched contentedly, ears perking when he dug through his satchel and offered her the rest he carried with him, unaware of the way his eyes burned with tears, though she did take a moment to butt her head into his chest when she heard his breathing hitch. He grinned, “S’okay girl,” again, carefully adjusting his grip on his gun, pressing a kiss to her forelock, aligning his gun and taking a deep breath, listening to her crunch on the peppermints,

“I love you so much girl,” crunch crunch, “Thank you.”

Arthur took a while to collect himself, wishing more than anything that he could bury her, but even if he could get her leg unstuck she was far too heavy for him to drag and he had nothing to dig a grave with. So, once he could see without the world wavering, he collected a fistful of her mane and cut it as close to her neck as he could, braiding it and carefully tucking it into his satchel before going to work untacking her.

It's a very long walk back to the nearest stable, her saddle heavy in his arms.

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SE4SON: Chapter 21

Mitzi was at the market, shopping for any necessities her family, and the farm animals, needed to live on for a whole month. She wasn't halfway through the list yet. It was difficult working under a budget, especially with prices like these to bear with. The cheapest deals came in bruised, damaged, or ready to go bad. You can already guess what deals Mitzi went for. Pretty soon the basket will get heavy, and it's a shame Diana didn't came along with her. Speaking of Diana, where has she and the others gone to with those strange boys? Just as Mitzi continued with her shopping, she ran into a strange man wearing a black trench coat and a feathered hat. The man opened his coat to reveal items hidden.

"Pssssssst. Mistress. May I interest you in some optical instruments? For only 5 pence, one of these lovely specimen could take thee on a trip to the solar system where the big dipper awaits. Or you could catch a glimpse of what life dwells outside of these walls from thy bedroom window." Said the salesman. "Thank you, young sir, but your price is far too rich for my blood. And if I wanted to see something up close, I could just walk up to it."

Suddenly, a carriage came speeding by and everyone quickly jumped out of the way, including Mitzi.

"Gangway, peasants! Prisoners in the King's custody!"

Mitzi got up, and started picking up the groceries the carriage made her drop, while cursing under her breath. Then a thought occurred to her. She could've sworn she witnessed something recognizable in the back of that carriage. As Mitzi seized a telescope from the salesman, she looked fixedly into it. Her hunch was right, but she wished it wasn't. Diana was still as a statue. Rodent Girl was muzzled and shackled. Benson was fearing for his life. Some little girl was trapped in a cage. Jimmy and Nick were chained together, also dressed like a wizard and knight. The expression on Jimmy's face looked to be he was angry at something. Or someone. He was even yelling, though Mitzi couldn't hear nor read his lips. Then, she saw King Jason, who was repeatedly kissing this valuable amulet around his neck.

"Uh, Miss? You're gonna purchase that or what?"

Mitzi tossed the telescope back to the salesman, and decided to follow the carriage.

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[*Back in modern time*]

The squad was still putting together the time machine, piece by piece. Well, mostly the adults, and Goddard, did all the work. Libby was reading through a fashion magazine. Sheen watched numerous conspiracy theory videos on his phone. They wanted to help at first, but it seemed like the grown-ups had everything on hand. Carl, however, served the squad refreshments. He came out of the house with a tray, which held pink lemonade and cookies. The allergy boy served his friends first, then Judy. Instead of drinking the lemonade, Judy used the whole pitcher to drench herself. Through Carl's point of view, the image was more sultry. The scene played in slow motion. From the beverage cascading down like a waterfall, to the sunset glistening on Judy's beautiful frame. Mrs. Dean looked at Carl, absolutely disturbed.

"Oh, Butter Biscuit!" Hollered Hugh. "What is it, Hugh?" Asked Judy. "After we finish assembling the parts on this, thingumabob-thingumajig-kajigger, what's say we pay the prehistoric era a call? Let's hope they'll be home to answer it, though. *RING RING!* Hah hah hah hah hah!" "Do you believe Jimmy might be there?! Oh, dear." "Nnnnnnnnnnoo, frankly. I just wanted to see if I could shoot myself a photograph of the rare bullockornis planei for my duck-lovers blogspot! We call them the demon ducks of DOOOOOM!" "Hugh: Our son's life is riding on it, and all you can think of at this moment is your stupid ducks! The poor little boy is probably lost out there, suffering, and confused! He must be pining for the warmth of his family about now! So, after Jimmy has been found, then you can let yourself get eaten by dinosaurs!"

Mrs. Dean and Hugh were thrown back by Judy's sassy personality.

"That's some woman you got there." Mrs. Dean whispered to Hugh. "Tell me about it. You think I only married her for her looks?" Hugh whispered back.

Elsewhere, Cindy watched everything from out her window, before shutting the blinds. Everyone is putting their best effort to bring Jimmy and Nick back, and here she is, shutting herself in her bedroom. She has nothing to do but eat junk food, watch TV, and continuously refresh her Cheeper account to see if she got any new re-chirps. Even if Libby is just sitting around while reading a magazine, she looks like she's having more fun than Cindy, because she's in the presence of friends. She at least has an adoring company surrounding her, not to mention someone to share chats with. There, Cindy's inferiority complex began to kick in. How dare that traitor think she can have more fun than me? Cindy looked over to her sleeping dog, then had an idea. She went under her bed and reached for Humphrey's favorite bone. Dogs can be much better friends than humans.

"FETCH, HUMPHREY!"

The bone bounced off of the bulldog's head, waking him up abruptly. Humphrey looked at the bone, which was six feet far from him. Instead of retrieving the item to his owner, Humphrey just yawned, and fallen back into his slumber.

"Aw, you're not as productive as you used to."

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[*Back in medieval*]

Everyone sat helpless in their cell. Benson was clattering a metal mug against the bars. Rodent Girl was chatting with a rat. Diana was punching the wall, and she's been doing it for about 30 minutes. Jason used his powers to turn the cell indestructible to Diana's strength, but she was determined to find a weak spot eventually. Jimmy and Nick sat with their heads hanging low, while Sally besides them played a harmonica. Jimmy can't help but feel guilty for landing his new friends in hot water. The plan Jimmy discussed with Sally earlier, about turning the tables on Jason in case he decides to double-cross, had actually been a lie. He had no plan for that from the start. Jimmy didn't suspect that King Jason would try to betray them, because the boy genius thought he was capable of changing him.

Jimmy was confident enough to believe that he could manipulate the king, despite his friends claiming they knew him more. Hell, they live in the same town with this tyrant. The boy genius was arrogant in himself as usual. He always had a knack for shrugging off voices of reason. Just because he won every science fair (not counting this year's), just because he has the highest grades in school, just because he successfully saved Retroville and possibly the whole world from countless mayhem, he automatically assumes he's smarter than anyone with experience. Jimmy recalled a year back, in fourth grade, where he wanted to drain his own genius for everyone's sake, because this is what his brain gets people into. Worse, he dragged his best friend, Nick, into a mission he wanted no part in.

"Gee. I'm awfully sorry, everyone! Especially you, Nick. All the blame goes on me!" Said Jimmy.

Rodent Girl was about to give a rude remark to the boy genius, before Diana covered her mouth.

"Hey. It's okay, bruh. Don't beat yourself up. You at least tried your best." Nick provided comfort to his friend. "Where's a reason that I shouldn't beat myself up? I cost Butterscotch his life, got ourselves imprisoned, and possibly endangered the whole village by letting the king take hold of the amulet! Worse: We'll never see our families again." Jimmy continued to doubt himself. "But you didn't know! It's not your fault your brain couldn't predict the obvious!" "Thanks for pointing that out. I'm stupid. I have now lost the right to use the 'Boy Genius' title." "No, I did not mean it like that! C'mon, Jimmy!" "I know you're trying to be supportive and all, but you can't deny that it's true." "It's not true! I deny it! I deny it! You were just doing... ...what your gut was telling you to do!" "I think Nick is right, chum! We knew King Jason for years now! You two hardly knew him at all, so ya can't blame someone for being naive!" Said Diana. "And it didn't help the conclusion that the king manipulated you with kindness in your first encounter!" Added Benson. "In the earlier two chapters of my first and second appearance, I used to address myself by 'me' instead of 'I.' Somehow, I just don't anymore. Strange, ain't it?" Also added Rodent Girl, which only confused everyone. "No need to help me recoup, gang. After all, Butterscotch's demise was all my responsibility." Exclaimed Jimmy. "That's nothing to feel responsible for! Jason was the one who was responsible. He knew the bridge was unstable! To add insult to injury, he pushed the buttons on a sensitive, kind horse! *Starts to tear up* I'm gonna miss that old lug. But that's okay. I'm now sooner to meeting him again." Said Diana. "Why all the forgiveness? I clearly don't deserve it! The gallows are right around the corner, all because of me!" "It's like your friend said! You didn't know! You only wanted to do what was best for us! You two have been good, modest friends, so I can't help not being angry at you! Especially over a mistake! The way you held onto your hope, stirred forward with obstinacy, kinda reminded me of myself during my youth. You know, before I went swole." "Although we've never communicated much, I'd like to pay some blessings to thee. You gents never ridiculed me, or did insult me, for my own way of expressing masculinity. Every other man that I've met aren't hesitant to profane my selfhood. Even father." Quote Benson. "You guys were very nice to us, I guess. And, I've never had a human friend before. Kids never stick around to play with me cuz they always run away whenever I bring out the rats. Most of them just run away from looking at me." Rodent Girl gave her part. "Whether or not you guys may be the legendary Wise Wizard or Silver Knight, which I still doubt that you aren't, you guys are pretty neat, and I'm glad that I've met you." Said Sally. "Look, Jimmy. Mistakes are a healthy part of growing up. You make a mistake, learn from what you've done wrong, and improve it. The more you improve, the better it gets. Trust me, as a young cook, I made a fair share of mistakes in the past." Nick attempted to cheer up the boy genius. "C'mon, gang! Group hug!" Shouted Diana.

Jimmy declined at first, but it was too late. Unfortunately, just like with Mitzi, Diana put in little strength. It was actually quite joyous, getting hug by the people you love. After the group hug was over, Jimmy looked at everyone. In spite of his mistake, they were all understanding. Understanding and naive. They're about to die in the following day, and King Jason might wreak havoc on the whole village. On the up side, Jimmy hasn't felt the purity of friendship in so long. Him, Sheen, and Carl were like this, way before Jimmy spent more time hitting the lab. Why does it have to end this way? He never had the chance to apologize. If any of them start to grow any sense, they'll come to realize how much of a jerk he's been. And Nick... In case this does turn out to be their final hours together...

"Everyone, may I propose a very important promulgation?" Said Jimmy. "All of you are such wonderful people. Each special in your own ways. The whole kingdom may look down on you, but that's because they never took the time to see your full potential. Diana, your strong and full of heart! Benson, you take pride of what you are and what you do! I envy that! Except for the whole eavesdropping gig. Rodent Girl, I'm surprised you don't have any friends! You're only one of the most funnest human beings (or whatever you might be) I've ever hung out with! Sally... Thanks for letting me know about this Wise Wizard and Silver Knight. Actually learned a lot from them, thanks to your father's logs. N-no, don't get the wrong idea that, POOF, I've suddenly 'regained my memory back.' I love you all so very much! There's no where I'd rather be than to spend my last day with you guys! And speaking of love..."

Jimmy turned to Nick.

"I haven't forgotten you. May I tell you something?" Asked Jimmy. "I was gonna tell you something. Something that's very, very personal to me, and now I may finally get it off my chest. But it can wait. Proceed." Replied Nick. "Okay... *Sighs* Nick, ever since you let out the real you, my whole life just lit up. All this time, I've been admired by the formally most popular guy in school and didn't know! We could've been good best friends then. Of course, I can understand your insecurity. I've never met a guy like you before. It's... ...hard to believe you've been hiding this from me!" "That's not all I've been hiding." "What?" "Nothing! Go on!" "*AHEM* As I was saying, you and me seem to find comfort in each other. We agree on the same mindset level. Me and Carl couldn't connect this way. Or Sheen. Or Cindy. You're very honest. Although you may be overdoing it, nobody has shown me that much care other than my own parents. I really appreciate it. And thanks to you, I have rediscovered pure friendship." "*Blushes* Don't mention it." "You're the bestest of best friends I've ever had! But..." "Oh no, not the 'but.'" "This may come as a shock to you. Lately, I've been having these certain feelings that I've yet had trouble summarizing. As a matter of fact, even if I was sure I knew how I was feeling, I was too scared to stomach it. We live in a society, where we're never exposed to this kind of stuff. We've only been raised on the 'default.' I didn't think this stuff would happen to me. Then, a tale of two valiant heroes have shown me that it is possible, and normal as well. They've taught me something a genius like me didn't know." "Huh? Huh?! (Could this mean what I think it means?!)" "*Gulps down* Nick, I... I, I... I..."

Rodent Girl suddenly interrupted.

"I SEE A RABBIT!"

Everyone turned their attention to what Rodent Girl was pointing at. There was that same white rabbit again. Nobody found that exciting, until it began picking up the ring of keys with its mouth. Nick groaned in disappointment. He was looking forward to hearing the rest of Jimmy's confession. The rabbit, holding onto the keys, jumped off the wooden desk. Everyone beckoned for the rabbit's attention, expanding their arms outside of the cell. The rabbit just sat at a far distance, staring at them. Jimmy suspected that they needed to lure the rabbit in to grab the keys. Luckily, Rodent Girl happened to smuggle some food. First, she pulled out a piece of cheese, but the rabbit just backed away from the stench. She tried a piece of meat, but Jimmy pointed out that rabbits are vegetarians. That gave Rodent Girl an idea, and she pulled out a leaf of lettuce. This time, Jimmy wanted to bait the bunny.

"Hey there, Cottontail. Remember me? Now, you look like you could use a snack."

The lettuce was working. The rabbit took its time, and hopped towards the vegetable. As the rabbit got closer, it was soon standing over a floor drain. That fluffy creature began to sniff the lettuce. Jimmy planned to grab the key after the rabbit goes for the leaf. On that spur of the moment, a loud sound entered the dungeon, which startled everyone, including the rabbit. In shock, it dropped the keys and they fell into the drain. There goes their chance to escape. The rabbit hopped out of the scene to get away from whatever disturbance it just heard. Nick patted Jimmy on the back as comfort.

"Well, that was far by a long shot. At least we all have each other!" Said Jimmy. "If only we had told Mitzi. It isn't a family without her." Quote Diana. "Hey, I think our time might be up!" Screamed Rodent Girl. "No it ain't! Our penalty doesn't start till tomorrow!" Replied Nick. "Then why do I see DEATH approaching us?!"

An ominous looking visitor, wearing a black cloak with the hood over their head, was walking towards their cell. Rodent Girl quickly scurried behind Diana for protection. Benson also went behind Diana. Jimmy, Nick, and Sally just stood frozen, with their hands gripping the bars tightly. The two young boys didn't believe that was Death, but they are curious about this unknown stranger. Rodent Girl peeked from behind Diana, then let out a whaling scream. The visitor then uncovered their hood.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It was Mitzi in disguise. Nick was not pleased.

"Mitzi?" Spoke Diana. "Fancy meeting you here. You came to rescue us, or to gloat in me and my friend's face cuz you have substantial proof that we're 'bad people?'" Asked Nick. "What does it look like?" Also asked Mitzi. "Looks like you wanna gloat." "This isn't what you think it is, Mitzi! We have a perfectly good alibi behind-" Said Jimmy, before Mitzi cut him off. "No need for an explanation, young man! I can plainly see what's going on here."

Jimmy put on an expression that was a mix between concern and sadness.

"You were planning to conquer the king! It's a shame you didn't invite me." Said Mitzi. "Huh- How could you tell?" Asked Jimmy. "Well, it must be the story behind why you're locked up down here in the dungeon. Look, I'm not very informed about demons and their history, primarily because all I want to do is forget about them, but I know for a fact that Jason seems like the type of gent who would be good friends with these creeps. Judging by your current situation, it don't look to me like you're his friends at all. Jason is as close to a demon. Whatever you did, I wilt admit: That was quaint noble of you boys."

Rodent Girl was about to explain what really happened, but Diana shut her mouth closed once again.

"Does that mean we're off the hook?" Asked Nick. "I think... Why the hell not? Being upset with you has gone exhausting anyways."

Jimmy then let out a slight smile. Sally stuck her hand outside of the cell to shake with Mitzi.

"Hi, I'm Sally!" Greeted Sally. "I'm Mitzi. Nice to meet you."

Now Mitzi was ready to free them. Unfortunately, she couldn't find the keys to the cell.

"What happened to the keys?" Asked Mitzi. "Apparently, there's somebunny who hates us very much." Replied Nick. "Wait a minute. Hold on!"

Mitzi suddenly dashed off somewhere. Everyone hesitated in silence for a moment. Diana started whistling a tune. Benson continued to clatter his mug against the bars. The gang was waiting patiently for Mitzi's return.

"You were saying..." Said Nick. "Pardon?" Asked Jimmy. "I believe you were gonna tell me something." "Oh, oh, that! Hmmmmmm... I'm afraid I forgot what I was going to say. Sorry." "*Sighs* It's okay." "Keeping secrets again?" There was that familiar voice.

Mitzi was back, with a brand new key in her hand. Wow, that was fast! After she unlocked the cell, everyone ran out free. Rodent Girl even kissed the outside floor.

"Remember who was the best darn blacksmith for 12 years!" Mitzi bragged, while spinning the key around her finger. "It's good to see your spirit has returned, old friend!" Said Diana. "Not so fast! I believe you owe me and my friend something! We've been patient for it." Exclaimed Nick.

Jimmy and Nick were standing next to each other with their arms crossed.

"I-I already have! I freed you, didn't I?" Said Mitzi.

The two boys stayed in position, still not satisfied enough. It's obvious they want an apology.

"*Groans* OKAY. I am sorry! From the way I did treated you from the start, to making Oona watch you in your slumber, and destroying your device! You two were right! I should've have took the time to know you better and check your backgrounds! I am truly a fool." Mitzi finally apologized. "You made Rodent Girl do WHAT?" Yelped Diana.

Jimmy went up to Mitzi and shook hands with her, telling her that she is now off the hook. But as for Nick, he was still standing in place, with his arms crossed.

"What's wrong with your friend?" Asked Mitzi. "I think he wants a straight-forward opinion on his cooking." Replied Jimmy. "Alright! I'll say it! It's good! The damn best! I have never tasted such nourishing delight in years! It's like having dinner with God." "Okay we good." Nick was finally satisfied. "By the way; How were you able to stealth your way in? Isn't the king's facilities heavily guarded?" Questioned Jimmy. "Well, there was no one on post." Said Mitzi. "Really?" "Afraid so. No guards, no knights. The whole castle was unsecured for some reason, and the drawbridge was left opened." "That's strange. Where could everyone be at this hour?"

............................

Little did the Faithful Seven know, the king made the whole staff take a break to join him in this huge dinner celebration. There was enough food on the table to feed the whole village. They had entertainment involving female jesters in skimpy outfits. Even the table was expanded to invite more of his men. Nobody questioned the king's newfound powers. They just greedily stuffed themselves to their hearts' content. Any food that is gone from the table, the king conjured up some more. Jason then raised his glass to make a toast.

"To the young clods, and their misfit friends!"

Everyone repeated the king and raised their glasses as well.

"Uhhhh, your greatness? I-I thhinking I might've left, the drawbridge..." The bridgekeeper stuttered. "Relax! Have a drink! It's on the castle!" Said Jason, then conjured up a wooden jug of beer for him. "Sire?" Questioned Richard. "Hmmm?" "Now that you've successfully possessed the powers of the amulet, what do you plan to do next?" "Why, that's a good question! You see, I plan to use my newfound powers to make the world a place worthy of living in! There's plenty of space to take up!" "Space? What space?" "Oh, you know, the space those unwanted refugees have marked up! Pretty soon, they won't be a problem to us anymore!"

Jason handed Richard a map of around the world. With a point of his magical finger, the pictures started to move. The chancellor was quite amazed, and mesmerized by the moving images. Multiple castles, architectures, and gallow stands appeared in every place of the map. Then, the pretty sight took a turn for the ugly. Climate change was happening in every polar region. A sandstorm was blowing in Egypt. Floods occurred in Asian related regions. Multiple volcanoes rose from the ground. However, English related territories were left untouched. Jason is taking out many innocent lives and establishing a colony for his people. Richard felt uneasy about the king's new plan. He passed the map around to know what the others think. They all had the same reaction as him.

"Your greatness?" Asked a random knight. "Yeeeeeeeeeesssss?" "Are you sure this is all necessary?" "What kind of dumb question is that?" "You see, majestic one, I don't recall... Ehhhhhhhh ...human extinction involved." Spoke one of the guards. "Human extinction?! HUMAN EXTINCTION?! This is not humans we're talking about! I'm referring to those inferior, contemptible pests crawling all over our planet! They are far beyond in compare to real humans like us!" "It seems unfair, if you ask me." Said the royal painter. "Well, I didn't ask you!" "C'mon, your greatness. Don't you think your taking this a bit over the top? Sure, they might be different from us, but they live like us. Eat like us. Work jobs like us. They even have families of their own." "Fish have families! And so do dung beetles!” "I thought you wanted to make the world a better place! Their lives matter!" The royal taste tester spoke up. "SILENCE! It's not 'Their lives matter!' It's 'Every lives matter!'" "Yeah, your greatness, but other than that, you're bound to open up an apocalypse. I'm no physicist, but I don't think the Earth can hold that much physical force. They go down, and we 'Every lives' will go down with them." Quote one of the servants. "THAT WON'T HAPPEN TO US! I AM THE KING!"

The king's voice turned monstrous for a second, followed by a strike of lightning.

"Let's settle this like gentlemen! Who else is opposed to my brilliant proposition? All in favor, say I!"

Everybody, minus the cowardly Richard, all put their hands up and said "I." The king never felt so betrayed in his life.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! All of you are no longer of use to me anymore! You're fired! You ought to be hanged for disagreeing with the highest authority!" Barked Jason. "You can't just hang all of us! It's usually us who are commanded-" "ARE YOU UNDERESTIMATING MY POWERS?!"

The king's monstrous voice was back, and so was the lightning. Not only that, but his eyes turned a bloodish red color. As Jason snapped his fingers, the whole staff's necks where grabbed under nooses, then pulled upward into a painful choking hold. If that wasn't scary enough, the king's physical form began to change. He was also growing as well. Richard hid under the table and watched.

.............................

Back in the dungeon, Jimmy, Nick, and everyone else stood in place, while holding onto each other, as the ground started shaking. After the shaking was over, Jimmy suggested they not question about the occurrence and just move on.

"It's just an earthquake! Nothing to be alarmed up!" Said Jimmy. "Do you have these back at your world?" Asked Benson. "Well... No."

Pretty soon, the gang reached the main door that led to the stairway out of the dungeon. But, they promptly started to hear someone pounding on the other side. Everyone just stood their ground. The threat then got more serious as the person began to bust their way in, breaking down the door. Whoever it might be, they must be really strong. And not nice. The gang went behind Diana. The bulky woman put up her hands, ready to take on whatever comes out that door. Although she was secretly afraid. With one more pound, the stranger eventually broke down the door and sent it flying across the room. The first thing everyone saw was a bright glow illuminating.

This person didn't look like a person at all. It was more of an animal. The most beautiful sight they've ever seen. It appeared to be a white horse, a stallion maybe, with a matching white mane and tail. The rest of its features looked artificial. He had a pointy horn on the center of his forehead, his whole body was glowing and dazzled with glitter, there was a "tattoo" of an arrow impaling a red heart on his flank, and lastly, he was wearing eyeliner.

"Neeeeeiigghhhh! (Glad to see you guys again! Good thing I followed Mitzi!)"

However, the majestic horse looked somewhat familiar to Diana.

"Butterscotch?"

#Jimmy Neutron #Boy Genius #Nick Dean #Cindy Vortex #Libby Folfax #Sheen Estevez #Carl Wheezer #Season 4 #fanfic #romance #adventure #TVverse #TVEE

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Seven’s a Lucky Number (part four)

Night Four

Ben half expected not to wake up the night next, but he did, and Joe was right beside him, silent.

“Enjoyed Catalina, didn’t you?” Ben asked, testing the waters.

“Yeah, sure did.” Joe said, and he smiled. “Especially the boat ride.”

Okay, so he was given another chance. He could forget about the previous night and pretend it never happened. That he never experienced Joe dying just by his side.

He was given another chance, but another chance to do what, exactly?

Ben had tried confessing before, but it didn’t work. He doubted it would work this time, and he doubted it would ever work. It just seemed as if Joe did not feel the same way. Just as his nightmare insisted.

And that nightmare sparked a fear in Ben. He would never admit it, of course, but it did. It made his blood run cold; made him lose hope. What if it was true? What if Joe truly saw him as nothing but a close friend (if he was lucky to even be called that)? All the more did it compel him to keep silent and treasure what he already had with Joe. Something bad brought about something good, and maybe—just maybe—this was the solution. His answer to this dilemma.

He knew he was lucky to have even met Joe. Since the first day of shooting, he had fallen in love with the man’s silly demeanour and chaotic energy. They say opposites attract, and although Ben had believed that at first, he stopped when he finally met Joe, for he could be silly and chaotic too. From the moment Joe gleefully said “hey man, I’m Joe,” and shook his hand did he feel a spark he never felt for anyone else before, and he knew that spark was special.

His internal thought parade made him look at Joe tenderly, silently adoring the very blessing who was this man. It made him want to pull Joe close to and tight against him, but he doubted Joe would be comfortable with that, so he kept his hands (or rather, his arms) to himself and smiled ahead.

“Hey,” Joe said, a smile evident in his voice. “What’re you thinking about, there?”

Ben turned to face him. “Oh. It’s nothing, really.”

“Oh?” Joe said somewhat teasingly. He inched closer to Ben and whispered into the blond’s ear “I don’t think it’s nothing.”

This is nothing, Ben thought to himself as he bit his lip. It’s nothing but a playful gesture, and nothing more. Don’t overthink it, you bloody idiot.

“You’re right,” Ben confessed, and Joe’s eyes flew wide. “It is something. But I’ll only tell you once we’re home. We wouldn’t want anyone else to hear, would we?”

“Hmm,” Joe hummed, as if thinking it. “I don’t know, man. I don’t think he’d give a damn...” he said, a bit flirtatiously. Oh, Joe, teasing him again.

But that was just Joe, wasn’t it? Always there to tease Ben? Ben enjoyed the attention, but sometimes he wondered why him, out of all people. There were other people he could tease, but he chose Ben. And Ben wanted to know why.

“That’s what you think, buddy,” Ben laughed, pushing Joe away coltishly. He noticed how the driver was eyeing them strangely through the mirror. “That’s what you think.”

Joe huffed. “Fine. I’ll wait till we get home. But... you won’t mind if I... leaned on your shoulder for a bit, would you?” he asked.

“You don’t need to ask, Joe,” Ben said truthfully. “Just go ahead.”

“Thanks, Ben.”

Ben smiled as Joe got himself more comfortable and leaned his head on Ben’s shoulder, just as he had done three nights ago.

I think we’re going to make it tonight, Ben thought to himself. The peace was comforting, but he avoided sleeping, himself, just in case the nightmare would come about again.

Little did he know that silent peace wouldn’t last.

Don’t Stop Me Now started playing on the radio and Joe practically jumped from his seat. He started singing along, and Ben just smiled and stared outside as he shook his head. Ah, classic, joyful Joe. Always up for having fun, no matter what time.

“Don’t stop me now! I’m having such a good time, I’m having a—Ben, join me, come on!”

“I’m fine, mate, go do your thing,” Ben said, chuckling. It felt an awful lot like Joe was dragging him to the dance floor, but he wouldn’t give in. Not too easily.

“Don’t stop me now, ‘cause I’m havin’ a good time! Don’t stop me now, yes I’m havin’ a good time—Ben, don’t be like that!”

Joe continued to sing until Ben finally joined him at “like at atom bomb, ready to oh, oh, oh, oh, oh explode!”

“That’s the thing!”

Ben was enjoying himself, although reminding both Joe and himself from time to time to quiet down a bit in order not to startle or disturb the driver. Queen songs continued to play on the radio until they arrived at Ben’s home, laughing their hearts away.

This was so far the perfect night, and Ben could not ask for anything more. Perhaps if he didn’t bring it up at all, the night would pass without any problem. Ben counted on it.

Ben got their luggages out of the cab’s trunk and opened the door to his house. Joe didn’t appear to forget their conversation in the car because, the moment they were settled down on the couch, Joe said “now, tell me what you were thinking about in the car.”

How much I’ve loved you since we first met, Ben wanted to say, but instead he said “Just our time in Catalina.” Joe looked at him expectantly. “Including the boat ride,” he added.

“You wanna talk about it? Just to pass the time,” Joe said somewhat nervously. What exactly was there to be nervous about?

Ben was more than willing to talk about it till the night passed, so he began the conversation. “What were your thoughts when we first arrived?” he asked.

“Well, I thought it’d be a fun experience; seeing Catalina with you. I wasn’t wrong.” Joe said, shrugging. “I’ve been to that island many times before, but I knew that time would be... special. Especially seeing it with a good pal.”

Ben put a hand on his chest, mock-pouting. “Aw, Joe, I’m flattered.”

In truth, his heart was leaping in his chest. Joe really thought it would be special... with him? But he said he was only a ‘good pal’. A friend, in other words.

Stop overthinking, stupid.

“Ben...” Joe said, chiding. He was serious, and that was one thing Ben adored about Joe. The man could definitely be serious when he knows the time is right. He was, just like Frankie, very perceptive, and he knew exactly what to say during various moments. It was very... ‘John Deacon’ of him.

“Sorry, sorry,” Ben said, raising his arms in pacification. “But really, I’m glad you thought it would be special.” He smiled.

“How ‘bout you?” Joe asked. “What did you think when we first arrived?”

That I would finally get the courage to tell you after all these months... but I was wrong.

“I thought it would be a meaningful time for both of us. A time where we could get to know each other more. I already knew we knew each other bit; our backgrounds and all that... family, you know... but there, I thought we would be able to understand each other on a different level.”

Oh god. Did that sound too intimate? Ben started to regret his words, although everything he said was nothing but unadulterated truth.

Joe swore. “Well, my thoughts pale to yours.”

“No! They don’t! Swear,” Ben said, and, like a child, drew a cross with his finger atop his heart. “They’re just as substantial as mine.”

Joe smiled, though his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was thinking of something—there was no doubt about that—but Ben wondered what he was thinking of; what thoughts were racing through that brilliant mind of his.

“What are you thinking of?” Ben asked, his words an echo of Joe’s just moments ago, in the cab.

Joe’s smile grew wider, his white teeth flashing in a grin. His hazel eyes twinkled with such pure mirth that Ben’s heart ached. “My favourite moment. In Catalina.”

“What was it, then?” Ben asked, genuinely curious.

“I’ll tell if you tell,” Joe answered, and Ben knew how precious that moment must’ve been for Joe, to treat it as a valued secret that must be stored away and be revealed only to the people he trusted most. Ben felt fortunate to be one of those people, and though he must hold Joe at a distance, he was almost content with the knowledge that simple statement gave him.

He still ached for more, but it was better only he suffer than have them both hurt.

“Okay, then... my favourite part of the whole trip... was the time when we were on the balcony.”

“Hey!” Joe exclaimed, almost making Ben jump in his seat. “Copycat! That’s my favourite moment, too!”

“Really?” Ben asked, not that all surprised, for it truly was a memorable and intimate night shared only by the two of them.

No wine, no gin, no beer, nothing at all. Just the two of them and the stars.

Ben closed his eyes to recall that night.

***

“Today was a good day,” Joe said, staring up at the starry, cloudless sky. He then pointed at something above. Ben tried to set his gaze on that direction, seeing a group of stars clustered together. “Oh. There’s Ursa Major.”

“Isn’t that the Big Dipper?” Ben asked.

“You’re right, it also is the Big Dipper, but the Big Dipper is nothing but an asterism of the constellation Ursa Major,” Joe replied.

Ben remembered this from his astronomy class in seventh grade, but he loved to see Joe gush about anything in the world, may it be baseball or astronomy, so he asked “an aster—what?”

“Didn’t you pay attention to your seventh grade astronomy class?” Joe asked, shifting in his seat, turning his head to look at Ben. The latter caught his gaze and did his best to look guilty in the dim light. Joe sighed good-naturedly.

“An asterism,” Joe said, “is a popular pattern of stars that is not part of the 88 official constellations of the IAU.”

“Ah, I see,” Ben said, nodding his head. “You must know a lot about these things.”

Joe huffed a laugh. “Hardly. Astronomy has always just... interested me, you know? I never wanted it to be part of my profession, but I guess it’s just everywhere, huh?”

“Speaking of which, what would your next movie be all about? If you don’t mind telling me, of course.”

“Hmm... not sure yet, but maybe one day, I’ll make a movie about space. And maybe... maybe I’d cast you as the lead.”

“And be the hunkiest astronaut to ever have lived?” Ben asked playfully. It didn’t look like Joe appreciated the joke.

“No. You’d be the smartest, most compassionate and hardworking scientist to have ever walked the earth,” Joe said earnestly. “Ben... you’re more than just a pretty face, you know that? You’re so much more than that.”

Ben’s jaw dropped at that, and he was found completely astonished at Joe’s words.

Joe continued. “And anyone who dares say the opposite can just piss off for good.”

“Joe... thank you.”

“No. Thank you, Ben. For everything. For being my best buddy, the most amazing colleague... just. Everything.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“This was the best vacay I ever had with anyone, honestly. And although we’ll be well on our separate ways tomorrow... I want you to know this meant so much to me. More than both of us—or anyone in the world, really—would ever know.”

“Joe, I—“

“Unless.”

“Unless what?”

“Ben. It wouldn’t bother you if I accompanied you back to London, would it?”

“Joe, I think I can do that well on my own. I don’t want to trouble you.”

“You won’t. Promise.” Joe drew a cross with his finger on his chest.

“Really, Joe.”

“And really, Ben.”

Ben huffed. “Fine. But no complaining about jet lag or anything. Got it?” he said, frisky.

“Yeah, sure. Now, let’s go inside.”

And so it was: the two went inside and brushed their teeth in their shared bathroom, arms almost brushing, so close yet not quite.

When they had finished, they slipped into their separate beds, and Joe answered text messages on his phone.

Mom:

<How’s everything, honey?>

He replied:

<Everything’s going pretty well, Mom>

Mom:

He replied:

<Mom!>

<It’s not like that>

Mom:

<Well, Joe. Whether he likes you back or not, treasure what you both have. It’s hard to find people like Ben these days, and I hope... I hope everything goes well between the two of you>

He replied:

Mom:

He replied:

<Thanks... have a nice day, Mom>

Next was from Rami:

He replied:

<Good. Very good. You and Lucy?>

Rami:

He replied:

Rami:

He replied:

Rami:

<!!!>

<Well, good luck, Joe>

He replied:

<Thanks, Rami>

And from Gwilym:

He replied:

<Yeah. I think so>

Gwilym:

He replied:

Gwilym:

<Remember, Joe. Just stay calm and tell him everything earnestly. If all things go well, then that’s great. But if not... then remember, you got us to fall onto>

He replied:

<Yup. Got it>

<I’m so tired... better sleep now>

Gwilym:

<Okay, Joe. Goodnight there>

He replied:

<Night, Gwil>

Joe shut off his phone and glanced at Ben who was laying down on the blanket.

Guy might freeze sometime in the night, Joe thought to himself. Better do something about it.

Joe carefully pulled the blanket from under Ben and placed it atop the other man, covering his body till the chin. He stared at the blond for a while, wondering what he must’ve done to be able to have met this man.

Well, whatever it was, it must’ve been a very good thing.

Ben was murmuring in his sleep. Adorable, Joe thought.

He snuck a light kiss on Ben’s forehead, cautious so he may not accidentally wake him. Ben’s murmuring stopped, and Joe went back to bed and shut the light off with a smile on his face.

***

“Mmm... best night of my life,” Ben said.

“Same for me,” Joe said, smiling softly. He looked so precious, with his slight scruff. The crinkling sides of his eyes while he smiled. His soft complexion that radiated only a childlike joy.

“Ah, come here,” Ben said, and Joe willingly placed his head on Ben’s lap.

“I’m... really tired, Ben,” he said.

“So am I,” Ben said. “You can sleep now, if you want. I won’t disturb you.”

“Won’t you feel uncomfortable?”

“Inconsequential.”

Joe yawned. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but just couldn’t. It clearly seemed like he was basically itching to tell him something. And honestly, so did Ben. He still wouldn’t say anything. What if Joe pushes him away? What if he ruins the best thing that’s ever happened in his life? He just won’t allow that to happen.

So he remained silent, instead carding his fingers through Joe’s hair just as he did the night before. He wouldn’t push Joe either. Whether Joe would say something was his own choice, not Ben’s.

Maybe this time, Joe wouldn’t leave. Maybe this time, Joe wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t. They’re both safe and sound, and there’s nothing that could ever change that.

Ben closed his eyes, waiting for the morning to come.

***TO BE CONTINUED***

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