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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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A Man Called Danger 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You avoid drama, you avoid confrontation, and overall, you avoid men. But some men can’t be denied. ~ short!late 30s reader

Characters: biker!Bucky Barnes

Note: it's another monday.

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"I'm gonna hit the bathroom before we go," Eva pushes out her chair.

"I'll sort the bill," you assure her as you check the slip left by the server. It's more than you like to spend.

As she goes, you keep your attention on your wallet. That man is still there. Watching. He ordered food but didn't eat. Most of yours is in the to-go by the untouched cocktail.

You refuse to look at him. He's waiting for it. You don't need to provoke him. Especially not with Eva around.

Her voice wafts over as if she heard your thoughts. You flinch and look over. She giggles by his table as she talks to him. He has his phone in hand as she winks and nearly skips back to you. He grins but you look away before your eyes can meet.

She sits and your cheeks pinch. The server arrives before you can find the words to ask. You pay with a tap of your card and tuck it away.

"What did you say to that man?" You keep your voice even and your back to his table.

"I was being nice," she insists. "I gave him your number."

"You--" you catch yourself before you can cheep.

"I mean he's into you. Don't worry, I told him you're shy."

"Oh my god," you drone and turn away, stomping toward the door.

She hurries after you in a clack of heels, "you're not mad at me, are you?"

"Mad? No. Irritated. Why would you give him my number?"

"I... I thought... I'm sorry," she follows you outside.

"Eva, don't be, I just..." you untangle your purse as it twists from your elbow. You feel bad as you can hear her guilt. You know she means well. "Look, I had a really long day and work has been... weird."

"Yeah, well, I didn't mean to make it worse," she mutters.

"Please, let's just go home," you get out your keys and hit unlock too many times. You crane to see over your shoulder. Is he following? "We both worked hard."

"Sure," she agrees. "It was... I didn't mean--"

"Really, I can tell him to scram if I need to." You say before ducking into the car. You are going to have to. Again.

💀

The rumble that trails vaguely along your path home doesn't surprise you, but it troubles you. You do your best not to let on. Not to let the dread bubble over to fear.

You pull up to your small modest house and for a moment, consider backing out. You know better than to lead a strange man back to your home but what choice do you have. As it were, he knows where you work, who's to say he doesn't already have your address?

You get out as Eva does the same. She yawns. You walk quietly to the front door. You're certain to lock it as she takes off her shoes.

She heads down the hall and calls dibs on the shower. You barely get out a grumble. You stay by the door.

The engine roars closer and closer. It's a game to him, not to you. It's not fun for you.

There's no sense in running away. If you hadn't in the first place, he wouldn't have come to the restaurant. He wouldn't have got so close to Eva. That was his statement. It's not just you anymore...

Deal with it. Be done with it. Your mother trailed men along so many times. You know better. Even if you never asked for this, it's your problem now.

As the motorcycle thunders down the street, the whine of the pipes fades. You twist the latch back and storm out. The man rolls toward your house and you stop at the end of the driveway.

He steers toward you and plants his feet. His blue eyes sparkle as you glower back at him. He shuts off the engine. You sigh.

"I can get you my insurance info," you begin.

He snorts and kicks the stand down. Your eyes wander to the scratches on the bars and tank. You bite the inside of your lip.

He climbs off and you feel even smaller. You don't know what else to do.

"For the bike. I didn't mean to--"

He laughs. You stare.

"I'm not here about the bike."

You don't know how to respond, so you don't. You don’t want to feed his ego. Or worse, his anger. All men are angry. Deep down.

"You're running from me," he accuses.

"I don't know you," you utter.

"Well, you don't make it easy to change that."

You look away and push your shoulders up. When you glance at him again, he's intent on you. A man's never been so fixated on you before. It makes the world feel smaller.

"It's... at the bar? I appreciate what you did," you say. "So if that's why you're here, my sister won't be going back--"

"Your sister?" He hums with intrigue. "That who she is?"

You cross your arms, heat razing up your back.

"I don't... I don't know what you want so if you could just... let me know or leave me alone. I really don't have time for all this." You say.

He snickers again and reaches to toy with his helmet strap. "You don't got time for me?" He nods, "wow, you know, I never had a lady say that to me. No men either. They're all too scared."

"Scared, er?" You swallow. "Well, I... I don't mean it rudely. It's just...the truth."

"Alright, well then, I won't waste your time, doll. Gimme your name and I'll let you enjoy your night."

You scratch your neck and peek behind you. You look at him then shrug. If he doesn't already know, he'll find out. You give your name.

"Beautiful," he says. "Well, I'm Bucky. Just so you got a name for the face."

You take a step back, "right, well... you got what you wanted."

"Not even close," he says as he straddles his bike once more. "But I got enough. For now."

For now? Chagrin wrinkles between your brows. He holds your gaze as he moves the bike back with patient steps. The headlight is cracked, no doubt from your panicked flight. His is anything but frantic.

He angles the bike down the street and turns the engine. He twists the throttle and pushes off. In a tear of gas-laced exhaust, he leaves you, uncertain of yourself but sure of his return. Maybe not here, but eventually, he'll find you again.

💀

Work is already stressful without the weight of your personal life. You try not to think of it as you walk in that morning. You should be content. Eva’s at her second day, she’s behaving, at least as far as you know, and you’re in the slow season as the fiscal year comes to an end.

Despite trying to cozen yourself into a false sense of security, you can’t find even the solace of denial. Not as you approach your desk and find Mr. Walker awaiting you. This is a first and it’s definitely not a good omen. The only other time you saw him at someone’s workstation like this usually ended up in an empty chair.

“Mr. Walker,” you approach, your nerves worn down. “Good morning.”

“Is it good?” He asks. You can’t tell if he’s being trite or not.

“Well, it is morning,” you say. “Is there something I can do?”

He looks around at your desk then back to you. He tilts his head. “New client. Tim’s on vacation with the family. Deb’s got her kid’s game tonight.”

You give a short nod, “I can pick up the overtime.” You’ll message Eva and hope she can find her way home. No, you’ll trust that she will. Things are different now. She’s an adult.

“That’s great,” he taps the corner of your desk and his eyes trail over. You left it raised the day before. “These standing desks, you like them?”

You clutch the handle of your lunch bag tighter. “They help me get on my feet. Not bad.”

“Hm,” his cheeks dimple. “I admire that in an employee. Straight to the point.”

You measure the comment. It could be a compliment or insult. Or even just designed to confuse you. Some true managerial mind fuckery.

“Sir, I like it. I know a lot of other places don’t have them so... it’s nice.”

“Well, I...” he looks around as if trying to seem hapless. “I’m in your way and you have a long day ahead of you.”

You check your watch, “still on time.”

He shifts but not far. As you step past him, he stays close. There’s a brush against your pants. Is it your paranoia which makes it feel intentional?

You step behind your desk and put your lunch bag on the corner. You unhook your purse and sling it over the back of your chair. You’re keenly aware of Walker’s presence.

“You drink coffee? I was going to have one.”

You hesitate. Is he offering?

“I have one a day. Before work,” you assure him.

“Huh, yeah, the caffeine,” he muses. “Could I get some help though?”

You look at him as your computer boots. This is odd. Him asking for help. Not just that he’s admitting to needing it, but that he’s not demanding it is enough to pique your concern.

“I usually pop down to the coffee shop but I’m not in the mood for crowds. I’ve never used that fancy machine that’s draining the budget,” he snorts.

As put off as you are, you’re also agitated. You just like to get your stuff down and get going. The days are already grueling enough. You won’t say no. He got Eva a job and he’s never been as big a bugger to you as others.

You step around your desk.

“Right, I think I can figure it out,” you say.

He backs up to let you through. He waves his arm to direct you ahead of him. You take the lead, ready to melt as he follows, his eyes needling the back of your skull.

You go to the break room. It’s empty. Too many people rush in late, with cups from the cafe, or yawns into their hands.

You approach the machine. Sometimes, you use it for hot water to brew some tea but nothing else. Those instant drinks are all sugar.

Well, it’s a touch screen. It can’t be that difficult.

“So... a cup,” you talk to yourself more than him. As you reach for one of the paper cups, he does too. His large hand closes around yours. He could crush it and the cup with a squeeze.

He hums and lets go. He lingers next to you as you set the cup on the tray. You bring your finger up to tap the coffee option on the screen. You feel like an idiot. You don’t think he really needs help. He’s just reminding you of who does who favours.

“Um, medium, dark... latte....” you read out the options. Is he closer? No, you’re just not used to him.

“Hmmm,” taps his chin. “French Vanilla or Hazelnut?”

You wait for him to choose. He clicks his tongue. “I’m in the mood for something sweet. Vanilla.”

You tap the screen again. He exhales and runs his knuckles up your sleeve. You nearly flinch away but think better of recoiling. It’s nothing.

“Bring that to me, will you, sweetheart?” He squeezes your shoulder before he turns to strut out.

You stay as you are, shoulder tingling, head pulsing, ears ringing. Sweetheart? And now you’re bringing him his coffee? Like some intern? You cringe as the machine churns loudly and your insides squirm in unison.

Just when things seem to be in order, they have to go and fuck themselves up again.

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piss-pumpkin · 1 year ago

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🌲 see you next summer <3 🍂

(Older)dipper pines x reader, douce amere chapter 25 ~3.5k words Masterlist prev

Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck. The last day. You half didn’t want to wake up. The bed in your aunts house left you with the same feeling of a hotel mattress, despite the fact that it was decorated with all items yours. You probably should have slept at the twins place.

Summers been good. You should think about that Instead of the fact that you’d be leaving today. You did all you set out to, really. You’d had an adventure, you’d gotten your romance, there were world shattering stakes at play. And the ending was sweet. You’d said your happy birthdays your goodbyes were next. Shit, you still had to pack up. How could you have forgotten that?

You sat up, and scanned the room. There was a lot of you in it. Your laptop was sitting with its bunched up cords on the side table, and your clothes hung out of the dresser and a few lied on the floor. Sighing, you kicked your feet off the bed. One last morning. Your fingers were locked clenched around the bedsheets. You had to let go to brush your teeth.

Toothbrush was the first to get packed up. You slipped it into a plastic bag with the bristles still wet. Ugh. The bag felt heavier in your hand than it should have as you threw it in your suitcase, tucked under your shirts.

Sighing, you knelt knees on hardwood floor beside the pile of laundry you hadn’t yet washed, and began to fold. Each article past you by as you fit it into the case. Your hands wanted to linger on each shirt or or shorts you’d worn on the good days. Like the pyjama shirt you had on when Dipper confessed, or the ones that knew the sheets of his bed better then they might your home blankets. Or the bathing suit you’d worn plenty to swim together. And despite yourself, you had to linger on the shirt you’d worn for days without realize, stuck on the kitchen floor while Dipper was left to figure out how to save you all. You weren’t sure you’d worn it since.

The bandage on your head from that week was almost ready to come off. And the side effects were better. You could have a clear head before school started if you were lucky. As much as the idea was nice, it was weird. Going back to school. People there don’t know your story. And they wouldn’t understand unless they saw it for themselves. Everyone else you knew missed whole chapters of your mythology, and there was no easy way to change that. Maybe that’s why you and your Gravity falls friends were like family sometimes. Because it they could understand.

You scanned the room for what was left to pack. Your backpack in the corner was for easy access stuff: snacks, charger, laptop, anything you might want for the ride home. Heaving a sigh, you started to pile it in.

As your fingers brushed the inside fabric, you caught on papers. Oh. When you saw the names across their folded fronts, you knew. Your death notes, your letters. You blinked. What were you gonna do with those? They felt too raw to throw or give away. Maybe you’d keep them as a memento.

The room was lacking character by the time you were done, and the person you became in the summer was locked up in your bags. God, it sucked.

…

The bus stop. The bus stop sucked. Being at the cusp of a drivers license meant you’d nearly escaped them. The ground was crisp as you walked with Susan, the grass already drying and yellowing with the heat and creeping autumn. You sighed. A few months ago, the bus stop was the first place you saw your best friends. Back then it was one of the first busses in, now you were going to wait for one of the last out.

Every time you’d managed to say goodbye, it felt like it could be the last. Like you’d go home, and suddenly Gravity Falls and all its mysteries could be a fever dream, and you’d never find your way back. So far, you always had. But how could you be sure this time wouldn’t be the one where the illusion shattered?

You could do this. If you could survive this summer, you could survive its end.

Between everything, it almost seemed like it never would end. In the best ways and the worst, kisses that could last a lifetime, and weeks that stretched into purgatory as you waited for death that wasn’t coming.

The bus stop came into view, and the Pines family and friends were already there. No busses, though, so you had time. Your hand was shaking on the suitcase handle as you rolled it along. They were saying goodbye.

Aunt Susan, affectionately known as lazy Susan, put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Should we say goodbye now before you go off with your friends?” She asked with her halfway southern drawl.

You pursed your lips, and nodded. She smiled, and wrapped you in a hug. “You’re a joy to live with, and a pain in the ass to try and take care of,” she said, brushing a few hairs out of the way of your head bandaid. “Thanks for helping out at the diner, and for keeping things… lively.”

You smiled as her big arms held you close. “Yeah… thanks for letting me stay with you,” you said.

She laughed, letting you go after a few moments. “Please,” she snickered. “You’ll hafta thank that boy of yours for living there, too.”

You smiled at the grass, “yeah, I will.”

She nodded, and the two of you started to walk again. Until the Pines saw you and you started to speed walk, leaving your Aunt behind, and eventually when you got close, devolving into a jog and you ran for your friends. You rushed up, practically jumping at Dipper and Mabel, your suitcase falling behind you.

You launched into Dippers arms, and when you landed, almost knocking the air out from your lungs. Shit man, you had to say goodbye today. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his sweater. “Dude,” you said, muffled by his chest. “Dude, oh my god.”

He squeezed you back almost enough to suffocate you, too. “I know, man,” he said, resting his head in your hair. The unspoken agreement was that no amount of time could ever be enough, probably. And even though the summer was great, a part of you regretted every moment you hadn’t spent clinging to him like a life raft.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said, maneuvering your face sideways to better speak.

He sighed, leaning his head on yours, “yeah.”

Then you remembered there was also a bunch of other people around. Pulling only slightly away from Dipper, you pulled Mabel in, too, the trio you were. Her hand slapped your back as she wrapped an arm around you, and one around her brother. “I’ll keep you updated on literally everything embarrassing he does,” she said.

Dipper didn’t even complain. You snickered, “okay, well he better keep me up on all your shit, too, just so you know.”

”As usual,” he nodded.

Mabel groaned, “Ugh, snitch. Hey, who’s gonna tattle on you, then Y/n, this street has to go three ways.”

”I’ll self snitch, I’ll eat that bullet.”

The three of you pulled back, and you looked at them both. You’d see pictures, but the next time you saw them in person, they’d probably look different. A year can change a lot, as short as it was in the long run. Nobody was ever quite the same coming back to Gravity falls after school ended. The best hope was that the people you changed into were just as close as the people you were before.

You sighed. There were other goodbyes too. You looked at the Grunkles. You weren’t sure who taught Stan what dapping up was, but whatever. He wanted too. You dapped him up as he smiled sadly. And Ford tried and failed to do the same.

“Thanks for, like, basically letting me live at your house,” you said, only somewhat awkwardly.

Ford patted you on the shoulder, “it’s really nothing, Y/n, your basically family.”

”Yeah, what’s another mouth to feed, and a dent in my car,” Stan tried to complain, but he was still smiling, and occasionally glancing between you and the twins.

Wendy and Dipper swapped hats, she plucked his off his head and wore it backwards with a little smirk.

You saw Pacifica next. She was a little late, just approaching now. She seemed… fine. Better than the other day. You couldn’t help but to grin at her, and wrap her in a hug. And shake her side to side.

“My number one bitch,” you laughed.

She snickered, “I better be.” When you let go, she was still smiling at you, with a slight purse of the lips to hide the fact that she’ll miss you. “I’ll send you like, cool stuff… you know how it is.”

Daddys money was how it was. Even after supposedly becoming poor. But poor to a rich girl was still enough to shop a lot, and send you gifts when she saw something you’d like. “Thanks man,” you laughed. She really was nothing like her parents.

“And tell you like, all the gossip I hear,” she added. “So when you come back, your caught up.”

You smiled, “you better.” Snickering, you shook your head, “I’ll dutifully do the same.”

Mabel said her goodbyes to Candy and Grenda. Dipper said goodbye to Soos. Man, this sucked. A bus was starting to creep over the horizon, and you weren’t sure if it was yours or the twins. You weren’t sure which would be worse, actually, you leaving first or them.

It seemed like most of it was all said. Sighing, you went back beside Dipper, and leaned heavy on his side. Without a moments hesitation he wrapped an arm around you and tried to pull you in closer.

He sighed as the bus moved in. It was still too far to see the number, though. “Man, this sucks,” he complained. “I’ll see you next summer, I guess,” he said wistfully.

Well, that was like a stab in the chest. But that gave you an idea. See you next summer. The papers you wrote on your deathbed weighed heavy in your bag, and you had a good idea of what to do with… at least one of them.

“I have something for you, actually,” you said, slinging your bag off your shoulder and rifling through. Your hands landed on the golden letters, until you saw the one with his name on it.

You pulled it out, and passed it around your hands a moment. Too late to back out now, even if its contents were embarrassing. “Here,” you said, holding it out to him.

His fingers brushed your as he grabbed it, and started to unfold it.

You cut him off, swatting your hand over his. “No, do that when I’m out of sight it’s too cringe,” you laughed, shaking your head. “And like, maybe don’t message me about it. But…” you pursed your lips, looking at the grass, leaning your cheek onto your shoulder. “I wrote it the day before my exorcism. Read it or don’t, but don’t tell me about it,” you laughed

His eyes widened a moment, and he nodded, slipping it into his bag. “Uh, thank you,” he said quietly, with emotions unreadable.

The bus was pulling up, and you sucked a breath in through your teeth. It was yours. You’d be the first to arrive, and the first to leave.

You met Dippers eyes, and he sighed. The bus door was opening. And somebody must have gestured at the bus driver to give you a moment, because it didn’t pull away.

Dipper sighed. “Well,” he said, glancing at the bus. “Guess I’ll see you later,” he smiled, “I love you,” and gently kissed your forehead where you bandage was, light enough as not to hurt you, hard enough to leave an impression.

A crooked grin here on your lips, and you fought the urge to cover your face, which was probably blushing. “Cringe. Love you too, Dip,” you said, fighting to maintain eye contact. You gave him one last kiss, and grabbed your suitcase.

You sighed at the busses stairs, and looked back. “Bye guys,” you waved, looking over your friends once more.

They smiled. Pacifica waved, “Let me know when you get home.”

”Oh, us too,” Mabel said, elbowing her brother.

Dipper nodded, slightly blush on his cheeks, “bye Y/n.”

And then you were on a bus, going the opposite direction of Gravity falls, and on the first stretch of a journey far away from your friends. Into the… somewhat known, you supposed.

…

Dipper sat with his legs crossed on the bus. Mabel was already asleep beside him. He wanted to chide her, but it was already dark outside, the only light was the dim and blueish bus LEDs. He checked his phone. Almost midnight. They’d probably get home around one.

He tried to look out the window, but it was hard not to see his own reflection.

He pursed his lips. Your words were echoing around in his brain. Read it or don’t. But don’t tell me about it. He snickered to himself. But the paper felt heavy in his bag.

Sighing, he pulled it out. Just his name was written across the front, and the thought that you wrote it thinking it would be the last he read of you… he pursed his lips, and unfolded the paper.

Dear Dipshit

He smiled.

I’m sorry. We just got done talking about what we’re gonna do with me and Bill and whatever as I’m writing this. You didn’t seem too happy about the idea. This all sucks, I know. I guess I’m a little glad that you care enough to argue for me though, that you weren’t so mad at me for… this whole thing that you’d be fine with the risk. Sorry I worry you so much.

Dipper winced reading over the words. Of course he cares, he wanted to say. A part of him did begin to understand why you wouldn’t want him to message you about this though. The thought of you writing this, alone and thinking you were going to die…

Honestly, sorry about all of this. It was my mistake that landed us here, there’s a thousand things I could’ve done differently. Like, I could have told you about the statue, that would have been so easy. I could have told you about what he was saying in my head, I guess I thought it was my own thoughts. That seems so silly now, he was saying some weird shit. I could have told you “hey I shook hands with a rock” and even that would have been something. I guess that’s all over with now though, no use dwelling on it. Even if it’s hard to help myself.

So sorry. Yeah. I should write about better stuff.

Dipper fought the urge to text you and tell you it wasn’t your fault, reminding himself that he promised not too. But his chest tightening thinking of your guilt. Deep breaths. He told you. He told you after that it was a burden they all had to bare.

This summer has been one of the best regardless of all this, I won’t lie. Like, deadass. We did a lot of cool stuff. Hanging out, monster hunting, scheming. I really liked the Fourth of July. Bet you can remember why lol. I feel sorta cringe writing that. Whatever, I’ll live. Or… heh. Jokes.

Ugh, that was bad. He shook his head as he smiled. You were totally right though, that was a good night. He chose to think about that rather than your horrible dark jokes.

Honestly, you’ve been great. Like, as long as I’ve known you. It’s weird, we’ve been friends since we were thirteen. I’m surprised our friendship survived the school years. I’m glad it did.

He nodded along reading it, as if you were there next to him.

I forget what made me like you. Well, no, bad phrasing. I know why I like you, but I forget what exactly did it, you know? Like, I wonder what the moment was for little fourteen year old me that made me go “yeah, this guy… this is the guy.” Honestly, I wish I did.

I wonder what the moment was for you, too. Like what the fuck game did I have when we were thirteen that got you down bad for like, the next several years. Well I shouldn’t flatter myself too much, I guess, I don’t know if it was just a summer thing. I know we both dated other people during school. But still though, several summers.

Dipper covered his mouth with his hand. Who he was hiding from, he wasn’t sure. Unfortunately, the memory was clear in his head. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, not even close, but he definitely had a crush on you after maybe five hangouts, however quick that was. It was after the two of you worked with Soos to catch Bigfoot.

Oh god that totally reminds me: dating other people. When I dated that bitch I refuse to name, like, several times I basically just wished it was you. Like, he sucked so much, you know I’m not gonna get into it, and so much towards the end I thought about you. Like, how much nicer you are to me. Wow that felt super weird to admit. True though.

Oh my god. Dipper wanted to hide in his hand. He could relate too much. Dating somebody else to try and get over you, he definitely screwed up, and so much just wished he could be done with his feelings, or just be with you instead. He tried to avoid thinking about that year, it was embarrassment and shame enough for his whole life.

Dipper, I hate that as i write this, we haven’t even been dating that long. Like I know it feels like forever, to me at least, just cuz we’ve been friends so long, but we only got together like, this month. Isn’t that crazy? It feels crazy to me.

There’s a lot I imagined we’d do together. Like, we’ve never spent a Valentine’s Day together, that feels like a thing most couples do, right? I don’t even like that holiday much, and I’m still lamenting that. Have I even seen you in winter? The only time we hung out not in the summer was that one spring break. Winter would be fun, I think.

I love you, man. Like, for realsies. Sorry about everything. I’m glad you still like me, but I guess that means you’d be sadder if this doesn’t work out. Pros and cons to everything.

It’s been good. You’re one of my best friends in the world, and I wish there was more time. You’re sweet. Don’t forget me.

Yours,

Y/n

Dipper smiled. His vision was a little blurry, and he stared at the ceiling with his pupils to try and stop himself from crying. You really thought that was going to be your goodbye, didn’t you. Well, it was a good one.

Fuck. He glanced at Mabel, then back out the window. His face was a little red. His eyes drifted over the paper again as he skimmed through it once more. You wished that you’d had more time. And didn’t want him to forget.

As the lights of Piedmont drew closer, he thought; You’d have plenty time together. It had been a good summer, believe it or not. Just like the first one had been, despite the apocalypse. The world nearly ending seemed rather normal for an eventful summer. And how could he ever forget you? The idea seemed laughable.

He tapped Mabel on the arm to rouse her, and she started to wipe her eyes as they got closer to home. Plenty of time. Whether it be next summer, or maybe spring break if he was lucky, you’d have plenty of time. He looked over your letter. Wendy’s hat was heavy on his head. Next year, he’d go back and trade again. He’d see his grunkles for the holidays. He would watch Soos’ terrible YouTube channel. He had the number for everyone else he cared about.

Next summer, he’d have plenty more time. They got off the bus, hauling their bags behind them. His home always felt foreign after summer. There was a light on in the kitchen he could see. One of their parents must have been waiting for them to get home safe.

He sighed, and they started for the door, Mabel following groggily behind. Next summer, plenty of time. Maybe sooner. Hopefully sooner. How would he survive this school year? Dipper shook his head on the doorstep. He was already counting the days until classes ended, and he could go back. Because right now, Gravity falls felt more like home than the suburbs.

Next summer, he’d have plenty of time.

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Epilogue

Chat. Im free. Finally. HUGE THANKS TO ANYONE WHO EVER COMMENTED!!! You guys were sometimes the only reason I actually started to write. Huge motivator. I’m done with this summer, main story over now. It was a long summer. But I’m a sucker I’ll probs write an epilogue or two.

Anyway, I started this fic with like 1/4 of a plan and a dream and somehow it ended at a cohesive story an even 25 chapters.

Also I’m goofy im arospec, I Bounce back and forth between loving the idea of romance, and being completely repulsed by it, which makes it hard to write a y/n romance sometimes. I tried to power thru it, but I feel like it shows in how little they actually kiss or say “I love you” 😭 I just can’t stand that stuff sometimes. Hope it wasn’t too obvious.

Thanks so much for reading!

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