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the-sarcastic-trashmouth · 4 years

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A touch as beautiful as this

Summary: “What’s the great Spaghetti Man doing in the corner all by his lonesome?” Richie asked before plopping down in the seat next to Eddie.

“No one wants to dance with me.” Eddie sighed softly. “I mean, Carla Rogers hinted at it a few days ago, but now, I don’t think she’s even here.” He frowns softly.

“I’m sorry, Eds.” Richie placed his chin onto his hand as he scanned the sea of young teens. Ah, the scent of too much perfume or cologne to the reek of desperation that flooded Richie’s nose made him glad he didn’t have a date.

Pairing: Edward Kaspbrak x Richard Tozier

There was a dance, almost all high school had a dance or even more than once every year. So, why would the Loser’s club high school be any different? Still, Eddie didn’t really care to dance, yet somehow he had been convinced to go by Bev and Ben. They both harked how it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So, here was Eddie, sitting in the back of the school’s gymnasium with a scowl painted across his features. Ben and Bev were dancing together, having the time of their lives. Stan was chatting with a girl named Patty from their Sociology class. Hell, even Bill was dancing with a girl named Audra. Everyone was having fun, except Eddie.

Mike couldn’t come since he still didn’t go to their school, and Eddie has yet to see Richie even come through the doors of the gym. He hasn’t been asked by anyone to dance, and although he didn’t want to dance, the fact that no one came up to him kind of sucked. Here he was dressed in formal clothing that his mother never let him wear out anywhere but Church.

Just when he thought the night couldn’t get any better, there came Richie who showed up. His long hair had been pulled into a short ponytail. Surprisingly, he was all dressed up in clothing that didn’t make him look like a total dumpster fire. The young man grins excitedly the moment his eyes locked onto Eddie’s.

“What’s the great Spaghetti Man doing in the corner all by his lonesome?” Richie asked before plopping down in the seat next to Eddie.

“No one wants to dance with me.” Eddie sighed softly. “I mean, Carla Rogers hinted at it a few days ago, but now, I don’t think she’s even here.” He frowns softly.

“Honestly, this sucks. I was hoping maybe we’d all spend time together. I guess I should have known better with the others actually having dates.” Eddie commented.

“Ah, well, dates aren’t that great anyway. I don’t have anyone.” Richie grinned to Eddie.

“That’s because no one wants you, Rich.” Eddie snorted softly.

“Rude! I am a delight! Just ask your mother-dearest.” He wiggled his eyebrows which caused Eddie to fake gag.

“Disgusting, Richie. Truly disgusting.” He rolled his eyes at Richie who tossed his head back and cackled.

“This really does suck.” Richie groaned. “You wanna bounce?” He asked as Eddie looked to him with a frown.

“And leave our friends?” Eddie questioned.

“They seem preoccupied with some things,” He gestures to the other Losers, “Besides, I know how to make up for all those girls who are missing out on the great Edward Spaghedward.” He grins excitedly.

“How?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow before blinking in shock when Richie offers him out a hand.

“Follow me, Dear Eds, and I shall show you your wildest dreams,” He explains, “Come on.”

Eddie bit his lip gently before a grin bloomed across his features. His smaller hand slowly slid into Richie’s before the taller boy was yanking him out of the chair. They headed out of the gym room towards Richie’s car as Eddie couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that escaped him.

“Where are we going? I have to be here when Stanley comes to take me home!” He exclaims around his laughter.

“Fear not, Eddie! I shall take you home when the time comes! For now, come with me!” He explains, opening the car door. Eddie felt his face grow warmer at Richie’s smile.

“Okay,” He whispers, climbing into the car.

Richie closed the door as Eddie buckled his seat belt before Richie rounded the car. He climbed in before turning the car on, blasting the heater since the cold air of November made both of them shiver. The two shared a grin before Richie pulled out of the school’s parking lot, driving off towards the clubhouse.

“So, how are you going make me feel better about all those girls rejecting me?” He asked, glancing at Richie.

“You’ll see! Jeez, Eds, calm your pants down. I’m going to make good on my word.” Richie assured with a firm nod.

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully before glancing out the window. He started at the night sky with a dazed expression when Richie was shutting off the car. He blinked rapidly, looking up to see there were just outside the woods.

“What are we doing here?” He questioned, looking over to Richie.

“Come on, follow me,” He smiles, getting out of the car as Eddie pouts.

“Richie--” He’s cut off by Richie snagging his hand and yanking him out of the car. “Agh! You asshat!” He huffs.

Richie drags him into the woods before leading him down into the clubhouse. Eddie huffed before shielding his eyes when Richie turned on an oil lamp in order to light up the clubhouse.

“Are we--Are we down here to drink? Because if so, I’m leaving.” Eddie argues, causing Richie to roll his eyes.

“I’m not that much of a drinker, Eds.” He comments before pulling out a small cassette tape from one of the bags they all leave here. “Besides, I said I was going to make it up to you about the dancing.” He points out, walking over to the small stereo they had for music on occasions.

“Oh?” Eddie frowns when Richie pops the tape in before turning it on. “How is this going to--” He’s cut off once more by Richie holding out his hand.

Soft music poured through the speakers as Eddie blinked in shock. He looked over at Richie, noticing the goofy grin on his flushed face.

“Will you dance with me, Eddie?” He asked when Eddie smiles softly.

“You--You want to dance?” Eddie questioned, causing Richie to snort.

“Nope, I just wanted to get your hopes up.” He rolled his eyes before taking Eddie’s hands and placing them onto his shoulders.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the feeling of Richie’s hands slowly sliding onto his hips. His mouth felt dry as he stared into Richie’s eyes. Richie slowly swayed them to the music, grinning at Eddie. He slowly rested his head on Richie’s chest while listening to the rhythmic beat of Richie’s heart.

Suddenly it thumped faster, almost galloping at the feeling of Eddie so close to him. Richie immediately dug his teeth into his lower lip in order not to mess up this moment with his loud mouth. Having Eddie here, and now, was like the most precious thing to Richie.

Eddie slowly tilted his head up to meet Richie’s gaze, fire burning within those irises. All of the air in Richie’s lungs escaped him. He didn’t know what to do, especially with Eddie staring this intensely at him.

Suddenly, he didn’t get a choice in the matter. Eddie pulled him down with a hand on the back of his neck, smashing their mouths together. Richie’s eyes widened before he moved his glasses since it was squishing their faces. He tilted his head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Eddie’s fingers slid their way through Richie’s locks, tugging gently. A moan was tore from Richie’s throat as he pulled Eddie flushed against his body. The kiss turned heated as the two boys stopped swaying to the music. The same music that had been lost in the background of their kiss. Neither of them noticed the changing of the song until an upbeat tempo started to play. Eddie pulls away with a gasp before he looked up to Richie. He was watching Eddie with bated breath.

“You kissed me back.” He comments dumbly, causing Richie to snort.

“Yeah, you do that when you like someone.” He whispered as Eddie’s eyes widened.

“You--You like me?” He questioned.

“Am I reading this wrong? Because I thought you liked me considering you kissed me first.” Richie points out.

“I--I do! I do--I just had no idea that you liked me back…” He trailed off while biting his lip.

“Well, I think I just kinda proved that by kissing you back. Wouldn’t you say?” Richie snorts, causing Eddie to blush.

“This went a lot smoother in my head.” He mumbles.

“You planned this in your head? Huh. I guess we both plan things. I thought about tonight too. I was scared you wouldn’t come with me,” Richie explains, “But we both should know that we aren’t that smooth.” He grins.

“I guess not. We are kinda dumb,” Eddie snorts, “So, since I like you… and you like me. Does that mean we should date?” He questioned when a grin bloomed across Richie’s mouth.

“Well, I’d have to break up with your mom. I don’t know if her old heart can handle that.” He comments solemnly.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Eddie exclaims, shoving Richie back. “I take it back! I don’t like you!” He groans loudly, making Richie laugh.

“Nope! Too late! You are mine, Eddie Spaghetti!” He grins before smashing their mouths together again.

After Richie pulled away, he noticed the beat of the song. He grinned before taking Eddie’s hands in his own as he started to dance like a dumbass, only to make Eddie laugh. He dramatically spun Eddie around, dipping him down and making him laugh harder.

Oh, if Richie could bottle up that sound forever, he would. Eddie’s laugh was the best music. He was smiling as he thumped Eddie back against his chest before he hooked his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“So, this better than any girl who would dance with you?” He questioned.

“It’s alright,” He grins at Richie huffs. “No, this is… Perfect.” He assured when Richie smiles before burying his face into Eddie’s neck.

Richie chuckled softly when the song ended, turning once again into a slower beat. Richie held his arms around Eddie’s waist as Eddie’s arms rested over top of Richie’s own. They swayed to the music as Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut.

Richie couldn’t believe it, Eddie was his. He didn’t think any of this would work, but here he was with Eddie in his arms! Eddie liked him back! His heart was thundering against his chest as he held Eddie tightly, so afraid he’d open up his eyes. Especially if this would it would all be a dream.

Eddie was smiling softly, head leaning against Richie’s forehead. This, right here, was so much better than any dance he would have at the gym with those girls. Because with Richie, it was genuine. And he would spend the rest of his life, right here in this moment forever if he could.

#Reddie #Reddie Fic #Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak #Dances #Teen!Reddie #Dancing in the clubhouse #Richie is a goober #Eddie is a goober #Dorks in love #dancing to a slow song #Eddie has no one to dance with #:(#But Richie got him #:)#We stan these dumbass boys #Happy ending #Getting together #first kiss

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omnifalls-10 · 4 years

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Omni Falls Chapter 4: The Lil Psycho

It's a peaceful weekend at the Mystery Shack. As Grunkle Stan swindles tips from the tourists outside, Dipper, Mabel, and Soos sit at the table, discussing Dipper's mysterious watch and how he found it as the young Pine drinks a soda while his sister knits a sweater.

"So you found that watch in a mysterious ball?", Soos summarizes. "And after that you fought a giant gnome monster by turning a rock alien?"

"Diamond alien.", Dipper corrects.

"So does this mean you morph into aliens now?", Soos questions.

"It seems so.", Dipper replies.

"Cool dude. So what aliens can you turn into?". Soos probes, curious on what aliens he can morph as.

"So far he's morphed into the diamond alien, the red one that can shoot water, the speedy one, and the plant that can shoot fire but smells like a dumpster.", Mabel tallies off as she continues to knit herself a new sweater.

Dipper rubs his chin in thought. "Hm. But there could be potentially more than that."

Soos looks amazed by this. "Dude, that sounds awesome! Did you ever name any of them?"

"I only named Diamondhead, the crystal alien, Water Hazard, the water alien, and Swampfire, the plant one,", Dipper answers as he heads to the trash bin to throw away the soda can.

"Why Swampfire?", Soos asks.

"'Cause he smells like a flaming dumpster, when he transforms.", Mabel answers to which Dipper nods in agreement.

"Hm. Did you come up with a name for the speed alien?", Soos inquiers.

"Why, yes, Soos.", Dipper puffs his chest, priding himself on a cool name. "Blitz." Such a cool name, he thinks. Unfortunately, Mabel and Soos don't agree with this.

"Boooooooo!", Mabel and Soos jeers.

"What? You guys got anything better?", Dipper scoffs as he sits at the table, reading the Journal.

"Oh, I got one.", Mabel answers, dropping her sweater she's knitting to flail her arms dramatically. "Speedy!".

"That sounds like a cartoon character.", Dipper clarifies.

"Speedster?", Soos tries a name.

"That sounds even more bland than Blitz."

"Quicksilver!"

"The name's taken. Plus the alien is more blue and black than silver."

"Flash?"

"Taken."

"Zoom Zoom?"

"That sounds like a jingle for a commercial."

Mabel stops and thinks for a moment before she gets an idea, smiling. "How about XLR8?!"

"Awesome name, little dude.", Soos is impressed as he holds his hand out for Mabel to high five. Dipper just shrugs, he honestly doesn't mind because it would be nice to make names for the aliens that he would turn into. It would help for him to have an alias to turn towards in case someone would know about the aliens he would have.

But the chances of that happening are slim to none. As they start conversing on other random topics, the TV transitions into a commercial Soos recognizes.

"Hey, look. It's that commercial I was telling you guys about.", Soos points to the screen showing an actor crying.

"Are you completely miserable?", the announcer asks, to which the actor says "YES!". The announcer continues, "Then you need to meet..." before a lady's voice comes in with a silhouette in the background. "Gideon."

"Gideon?", Dipper asks, looking at the screen, curiously.

"What makes him so special?", Mabel inquires, wanting to know more about this mysterious figure.

"He's a psychic.", the announcer answers, intriguing the Pine Twins even more. "So don't waste your time with another so-called 'man of mystery'." The screen shows a clip of Stan coming out of an outhouse and is stamped with the word "FRAUD". "Learn about tomorrow tonight at Gideon's Tent of Telepathy."

"Wow, I'm getting all curiousy inside...", Mabel admits.

"Well, don't get too curiousy.", Stan answers with an annoyed expression on his face as he enters the room and flips up his eyepatch and hangs his suit jacket on his racket. "Ever since that monster Gideon rolled into town, I've had nothin' but trouble."

"But, is he really psychic?", Dipper asks his grunkle.

"I think we should go and find out.", Mabel suggests, wanting to see this psychic for herself.

"Never! You're forbidden from patronizing the competition!", Grunkle Stan exclaims in anger. "No one that lives under my roof is allowed under that Gideon's roof!" That said, the conman walks away to count his earnings, grumbling.

"Do tents have roofs?", Dipper wonders out loud since Stan left the room.

"I think we just found our loophole... literally!", Mabel proudly declares as she holds a string with a loophole, making her, Dipper, and Soos laugh at the cheesy joke, causing them to miss the announcer's words in the end.

"So come down soon, folks. Gideon is expecting you."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

As the evening air is crisp as Dipper, Mabel, and Soos arrive at the Tent of Telepathy. At first glance, it looks like the Mystery Shack but in reverse, even down to Bud Gleeful standing at the entrance with a sack for customers to put money in.

"Whoa, this is like a bizarro version of the Mystery Shack.", Dipper admits as he looks around. "They even have their own Soos." He points to a maintenance worker who looks very similar to Soos, named Deuce, to which he glares at him.

"Sshh!", Mabel shushes her brother. "It's starting!"

"Let's see what this monster looks like.", Dipper murmurs skeptically. The crowd is holding their breath as a large silhouette comes forward on the stage, but starts to shrink with each step until it is in the center. The curtains pull back to reveal a short child younger than the Pines donning a large pompadour and wearing a baby blue business suit, complete with large shoulder pads, a jade bolo tie, and a flashy cape.

"Hello America!", the Gideon greets the audience, his smile being warm. "My name is Li'l Gideon." He claps and doves fly out of his hair, causing the crowd to cheer.

"That's Stan's mortal enemy?", Dipper asks, confused by how this child could be the rival to their grunkle.

"But he's so wittle.", Mabel adds, smiling at how cute the little guy is.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is such a gift to have you here tonight!", Gideon announces to the crowd. "Such a gift. I have a vision. I predict that you will soon all say, 'aww.'" Gideon makes a cute pose and the crowd immediately gushes.

"It came true.", Mabel speaks in awe, holding her cheeks in admiration.

"What?", Dipper rolls his eyes. "I'm not impressed."

"You're impressed!", Mabel teases.

"Hit it, Dad!" Gideon calls his father, Bud Gleeful. He starts playing the piano and the young psychic starts dancing as he sings."Oh, I can see what others can't see. It ain't some sideshow trick, it's innate ability. Where others are blind, I am futurely inclined. And you too could see, if you was widdle ol' me!"

"Come on, everybody, rise up! I want y'all to keep it going!" Gideon calls out to the crowd. They, including Soos and the twins, rise, seemingly unintentionally, and they start to clap along with the beat. This confuses Dipper as this happens.

"Wha—? How did he—?", Dipper stammers in bewilderment as he looks at the young psychic.

"Keep it going!", Gideon calls to the audience before pointing to an elderly woman in the crowd. "You wish your son would call you more."

"I'm leaving everything to my cats!", the old woman yells, with her cat on her lap affirming her.

"I sense that you've been here before.", Gideon predicts as he points at Sheriff Blubs, who is wearing a shirt with Gideon's face on it and holding various other Li'l Gideon merchandise.

"Oh, what gave it away?", he gushes.

"Come on.", Dipper scoffs at this psychic's pitiful predictions. In an instant, Gideon appears beside the Pine Twins, continuing his song. "I'll read your mind if I'm able."

"Something tells me you're named Mabel", Gideon predicts before heading back to the stage.

"How'd he do that?", Mabel asks herself in amazement, she isn't even wearing her name on her sweater.

"So welcome all ye... to the Tent of Telepathy. And thanks for visiting... widdle ol' me!", Gideon finishes his dance as the song ends. The crowd cheers wildly as the young psychic catches his breath.

"Thank you! You people are the real miracles!", Gideon thanks the crowd as he drinks a bottle of water. The crowd leaves, very pleased with the performance that occurred in the Tent of Telepathy. Except for the cynical Dipper.

"Woo! Yeah!", Mabel cheers in excitement. "That was amazing!"

"No wonder our uncle's jealous." Dipper smirks, knowing that despite being fraudulent about being a psychic, Gideon is at least more entertaining than Stan. "That kid's an even bigger fraud than Stan!"

"Oh, come on.", Mabel encourages. "His dance moves were adorable! And did you see his hair? It was like, whoosh!"

"You're too easily impressed.", Dipper remarks, knowing that it doesn't take much to make his sister go starry-eyed.

"Yeah, yeah!", Mabel laughs, giving Dipper a playful shove as he starts laughing with her. What they don't know is that they are a pair of eyes watching them leave in intrigue and obsession.

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In the quiet morning, Dipper browses through the journal psychic related. He remembers what Gideon did to the audience by raising up unanimously like they were under his command, even Dipper himself, who never intended to get up. He wants to know if there is something that could do what the young psychic did to the audience because Dipper doesn't believe that Gideon is inherently psychic, mind you, but he's aware that he's able to control individuals somehow. So far he's found nothing.

His focus is deterred by his bubbly sister. "Check it out, Dipper! I successfully bedazzled my face!", Mabel exclaims as she blinks some of the sequins from her eyelids. "Ow."

"Um...Is that permanent?", Dipper asks, not sure how he's supposed to react to something like this.

"I'm unappreciated in my time…", She laments, disappointed that her brother can't appreciate her artistic ability. The doorbell rings.

"Somebody answer that door!", Grunkle Stan yells from upstairs.

"I'll get it!", Mabel answers as she wipes the sequins off her face as she heads to the door. She opens it up and finds a bashful Gideon on the other side.

"Howdy.", the young psychic warmly greets her.

"It's 'wittle ol' you!", Mabel gasps in surprise.

"Yeah, my song's quite catchy.", He laughs nervously before he gets to the point, rubbing his arm. "Now, I know we haven't formally met, but after yesterday's performance, I just couldn't get your laugh out of my head."

"You mean this one?", the bubbly Pine asks before doing her signature laugh, much to Gideon's delight.

"Oh, what a delight!", Gideon smiles brightly. "Now, when I saw you in the audience, I said to myself, 'Now there's a kindred spirit! Someone who appreciates the sparkly things in life.'"

"That's totally me!", Mabel laughs before coughing up some sequins that land on Gideon's suit, bedazzling it. This amazes the young psychic.

"Enchanting.", Gideon whsipers. "Utterly enchanting."

"Who's at the door?!", Grunkle yells from inside.

"No one, Grunkle Stan!", Mabel yells back in response.

"I appreciate your discretion." Gideon thanks. "Stan's no fan of mine. I don't know how a lemon so sour could be related to a peach so sweet."

"Aww, you're just saying that.", Mabel giggles at the compliment.

"Oh, I mean it with all sincerity.", Gideon ensures her. "Now, what do you say we step away from here, and chat a bit more. Perhaps in my dressing room?"

"Oh! Makeovers!" Mabel exclaims in delight. "Yahoo!" She pokes Gideon in his stomach a little too hard.

Gideon laughs before holding his gut in pain, mumbling "...Ow."

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Mabel returns to the Mystery Shack with her makeover: her hair is curled and held in place an absurd amount of hairspray, overmanucured nails, and excessive amount of makeup. She sees her brother at the same chair from earlier, deeply engrossed into his journal. "Hey Dipper. What's goin' oooon?", she asks as she dangles manicured fingernails over Dipper's head.

He looks up from the journal to see her fingernails and slaps them away in surprise. "Whoa, where have you been? And what's going on with those fingernails, you look like a wolverine." He really doesn't like this much makeup on his sister. It's making her look even more bizarre than the sequins she had on her face.

"I know, right?", she answers, playfully growling and scratching the air. "I was hanging out with my new pal, Gideon. He is one dapper little man."

Dipper sighs. "Mabel, I wouldn't trust anyone whose hair is bigger than their head."

"Oh, leave him alone!", Mabel defends her new pal. "You never want to do girly stuff with me! You and Soos get to do boy stuff all the time." Anything girly she wanted to do, Dipper would opt out and do boy stuff with Soos. Gideon's a breath of fresh air to share the same interests she has.

"What do you mean?", Dipper asks, only for Soos to come in the room, excited.

"Hey dude, you ready to blow up these hot dogs in the microwave one by one?!", the handyman asks, holding the hot dog pack in his face.

"Am I!", Dipper answers, equally excited as they run into the kitchen to pop the dogs in the microwave, laughing. Mabel sighs, rolling her eyes as Dipper proves her point.

The next day arrives and Gideon takes Mabel to the roof of his factory. They are able to see the whole town of Gravity Falls.

"Whoa, the view from your family's factory is nuts!", Mabel exclaims at the view from up top. "Good thing we both bought our….."

"Opera glasses!", she and Gideon cheer, bringing them before pointing them at each other, laughing.

"Mabel, when I'm up here lookin' down on all those little ol' people, I feel like I'm king of all I survey." Gideon explains, whispering the last part ominously. He turns to her, smiling. "I guess that makes you my queen!"

"You are being so nice to me right now, quit it!" Mabel laughs, smacks him in the stomach, playfully.

"I can't quit it. I am speaking from the heart." Gideon admits, holding his heart.

"From the where-now?". Mabel is confused by where the young psychic is going.

"Mabel, I've never felt this close with anyone. So, so close." Gideon explains, stroking his crush's hair, giggling.

"Look Gideon, um…", Mabel tries to explain as she pushes his hand away, uncomfortable. "I like you a lot, but let's just be friends."

"At least just give me a chance." Gideon insists. "Mabel, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?"

"A play date?", Mabel helplessly asks.

"Uh-uh."

"A shopping date?"

"Nope. It'll just be one li'l ol' date, I swear on my lucky bolo tie." Gideon swears, holding his bolo tie. Mabel looks at the smitten psychic’s green eye, uncertain. She knows that Gideon means well and it would be cruel of her to leave him up on his offer. After all, he promises for one date and he seems to be a man of his word.

"Ummm. Okay, then... I guess…", Mabel answers, still feeling weary about it internally.

"Mabel Pines, you have made me the happiest boy in the world!", Gideon laughs, giving her a big hug. She doesn't feel fully comfortable with it until she realizes something.

"Are you sniffing my hair?"

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"It's not a date-date, it's just, you know, I didn't want to hurt his feelings and so I figured I'd throw him a bone.", she explains her dating situation as she and her brother play some video games in the living room.

"Mabel, guys don't work that way.", Dipper refutes, his focus never faltering from the game. "You give them an inch, they'll take a mile. At some point, he's gonna fall in love with you."

"Yeah right. I'm not that lovable.", she scoffs, before executing Dipper in the game, cheering in victory. "Yes!"

"Okay, we agree on something here." he grouses and drops the controller. The doorbell rings outside, causing Mabel to stand up and get it.

"I'll go get it", Mabel goes to answer the door, only for a white stallion horse to burst through, neighing. This causes her to scream in surprise and take a few steps back. She looks up from the horse to see Gideon donning cowboy attire, extending her hand out towards her.

"A night of enchantment awaits, m'lady!", he says.

"Oh boy.", she mumbles, to herself. After the horse ride towards their destination, an aquatic themed restaurant which is one of the expensive and finest restaurants in Gravity Falls, they're able to get their own private booth. Even Gideon's stallion is allowed in as it drinks from the fountain.

"I can't believe they let us bring a horse in here.", Mabel says awkwardly. Honestly, the extravagance of this place is not something she's used to being in. Even the menu options when she first checked looked very expensive, even though Gideon said he would pay for it.

"Well, people have a hard time saying no to me.", Gideon winks at her, putting his feet up on the table. As he does this, a waiter arrives to refill their glasses with crystal water, smiling.

"Ah, Monsieur Gideon! Ze feet on ze table! An excellent choice!", the waiter compliments.

"Jean Luc, what did we discuss about eye contact?", Gideon asks, not even glancing at the garcon, frowning.

"Yes, yes, very good.", the waiter adheres, walking back and keeping his eyes away from the young psychic.

Mabel actually looks down at her plate to see various forks, "I've never seen so many forks.", she mentions in amazement. "And water with bubbles in it? Ooh lala, oui, oui."

"Oh! Parlez vous francais?", Gideon asks her.

"...I have no idea what you're saying.", She admits. This makes the young psychic chuckle as their orders arrive, a live lobster for Mabel and a steak with mash potatoes for Gideon.

"I gotta say Mabel", Gideon speaks. "I've been to this restaurant many times but tonight, it feels very special."

"Yeah…", she says as spokes at the lobster on her plate which it pinches her fork in return.

"And tomorrow's date promises to top this one in every way!", Gideon promises.

This causes her to jolt up in realization at what he just said. "Whoa whoa, you said just one date, and this was it."

"Hark! What a surprise!", Gideon says, seemingly ignoring what Mabel is saying. "A red crested South American rainbow macaw!" As he said that, a giant macaw lands on Gideon's forearm. He silently counts to three before the macaw talks.

"MABEL! WILL YOU- ACCOMPANY- GIDEON- TO- THE BALLROOM DANCE- THIS THURBDAY-", Gideon shakes the bird briefly. "THURSDAY?!" The macaw coughs up a letter and flies away. After that declaration, many of the patrons started gushing at Gideon's display of affection to the point crowd near the booth in excitement on Mabel's decision.

"They're expectin' us. Please say you'll go.", Gideon asks her, holding up the letter and unaware of the pressure he's putting on her.

"Oh, Gideon, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to say-", Mabel starts before looking back at the patrons and to Gideon, who are waiting for her to say yes. She's been promised only one date and that's all she wanted, but the pressure from saying no to someone who went out their way to do this seems too steep. She doesn't want to disappoint anyone, especially Gideon. After a deep breath, she makes her decision.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

At the Mystery Shack, Stan arrives in front, looking miffed as he holds a newspaper article showing a picture of Gideon and Mabel together with Dipper, Wendy, and Soos. "Hey, hey! What the jackal is Mabel doing in the paper next to that crazy pickpocket Gideon?!" Stan specifically told to not hang around the little gremlin. Why don't they listen?

"Oh, yeah, it's like a big deal.", Wendy explains, looking up from her magazine. "Everybody's talking about Gideon and Mabel's big date tonight."

"WHAT?! That little shyster is dating my great niece!?", Stan yells.

"I wonder what the new name will be for the power couple. Mabideon? Gideabel?", Soos brainstorms before gasping."Magidbeleon!" Stan turns towards a nervous Dipper.

"You knew anything about this, kid?", he interrogates him.

"I didn't!', Dipper answers. "I didn't hear about it and plus, I told her not to do it anyway." After hearing this, Stan grumbles before re-entering, wearing his suit.

"Yeah, well it ends tonight.", Stan declares, heading towards the door. "I'm going right down to that little skunk's house; this is gonna stop RIGHT now!" He slams the door and heads to the car, driving to the Gleeful residence. Stan's car skids to a halt in front of Gideon's house. He gets out of the car and marches towards the front lawn and starts knocking on the door, loudly.

"Gideon, you little punk! Open up!", Stan yells before reading a sign on the door that says 'Please Pardon This Garden', before slamming the sign towards the ground. "I will pardon NOTHING!" Gideon doesn't answer the door, rather, his father, Bud Gleeful answers it with a balmy smile.

"Why, Stanford Pines! What a delight!", Bud greets the conman.

"Out of the way Bud, I'm looking for Gideon!", Stan answers, pushing past the patriarch to find the little twerp.

"Well, I haven't seen the boy around.", Bud informs, his smile never leaving. "But since you're here, you simply must come in for coffee!" He gently pulls Stan inside.

"But-but I came-", Stan stutters, trying to get back to his task.

"Ah, ah, ah. It's imported.", Bud explains. "All the way from Colombia." They walk as the tea starts to get made.

"Wow... I went to jail there once." Stan remembers fondly. He allows himself to enjoy the interior design of the house, whistling. "Some digs you got here.", he compliments before eyes focus on a clown painting. "Oh, this. This is beautiful." Bud and Stan sit down and enjoy some freshly brewed coffee.

"Now, I hear that your niece and my Gideon are, well, they're singin' in harmony lately so to speak.", Bud recalls, seemingly happy for son's blooming romance with his beau.

"Uh, yeah, and I'm against it!", Stan declares, pushing a couch cushion to prove a point.

"No no no. I see it as a fantastic business opportunity.", Bud explains to Stan as they pass across the family photo in which there was Bud, Mrs. Gleeful, and their two children: a younger Gideon and a blonde haired teen with a bored expression. "We've been at each other's throats for far too long, yes we have. This is our big chance to set aside our rivalry and pool our collective profit, you see."

Stan closes the register. "I'm listening."

While Stan and Bud are talking about financial profiting, Mabel returns to the Shack after an emotionally draining date with the lobster still on her. She walks in to see Dipper relaxing at the table as he's reading his from the Journal.

He looks up to see his sister come in. "Hey. How'd it go?"

"I don't know.", Mabel answers, putting the crustacean in the fish tank. "...I have a lobster now."

"Well, at least it's over and you'll never have to go out with him again.", Dipper proclaims before going back to reading. He realizes his sister hasn't said anything, onliy tapping on the glass of the fish tank. "Mabel? It's over, right? Right?"

She turns around and exclaims frustratingly, flailing her arms. "He asked me out again and I didn't know how to say no!"

"Mabel, it's not that hard. All you have to do is say no."

"It's not that simple, Dipper.", Mabel says. "I do like Gideon, as a friend slash little sister, so I didn't want to hurt his feelings! I just need to get things back to where they used to be. You know, friends."

Easier said than done. Dipper thinks to himself, shaking his head. Mabel has always been the one that tried to make everyone else feel joyous. Disappointing them is something she hates doing.

True to Dipper's thought process, Mabel tried to say how she really felt about dating Gideon, only for her to backtrack and just go dancing with him on the ballroom floor. She tried again when they were getting some food, but she got nervous as people were gushing at the "couple". Even now, as they're boat riding down the stream with Old Man McGucket paddling, she's mentally trying to push herself into telling Gideon the truth.

"Hah, you know I thought dancing was gonna be the end of the evening, right?", Mabel recalls, nervously as Gideon said that they were just going dancing. Gideon holds her hands, lovingly.

"Don't you want this evenin' to last, my sweet?", the young psychic asks.

She instinctively jolts away. "NO!", she answers quickly before backtracking and trying to be more passive towards the clingy Gleeful. "I mean yes. I mean I'm always happy to hang out with a friend, buddy, pal, chum, other word for friend…"

"Pal?", McGucket chimes in.

"I already said pal.", Mabel answers before coming up with another word. "Mate?"

"How about soulmate?", Gideon asks, lovingly. As he said, fireworks appear with a heart and Mabel's name inside of it. She looks distraught, she wanted to just to let Gideon off easy but he's basically put her in a situation that she can't say no to.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Dipper walks downstairs, humming. Once gets closer down the stairs, he hears his sister talking towards herself.

"...I mean, he's so nice, but.. I can't keep doing this. But I can't break his heart. I have no way out!", Mabel rants towards, walking around in a circle, trying to find a way out of this.

Dipper walks in. "What in the heck happened on that date?", he asks her.

"I don't know!", Mabel admits, holding her head in frustration. "I was in the friend zone, and then before I knew what was happening, he pulled me into the romance zone. It was like quick sand! Chubby quicksand!"

Dipper shakes his head and puts a consoling hand on shoulder. "Mabel, come on. It's not like you're gonna have to marry Gideon.", he comforts her. Unfortunately, Stan doesn't get the memo as he walks in with a Team Gideon T-Shirt.

"Great news, Mabel. You have to marry Gideon!", Stan informs, much to her distress.

Mabel is distraught. "Wh-what?!"

"Yep. It's all part of my long term deal with Buddy Gleeful. There's a lot of cash tied up in this thing.", the conman explains, pointing to his T-Shirt. "Plus I got this shirt. Ugh, I am fat." Mabel runs out of the living room, screaming.

"Bodies change, kid!", Stan yells to her, missing the point as to why she ran. "Bodies change…." Dipper just sighs and walks into the attic to see Mabel hiding in her sweater. It's getting that bad.

"Oh no. Mabel?", Dipper asks.

She's cradling her head in her sweater and rocking back and forth. ,"Mabel's not here. She's in sweater town."

He crouches near her with a sympathetic look on her face. "Are you gonna come out of sweater town?", he asks her, only for a whimper to be her response. "Alright, enough is enough. If you can't break up with Gideon, I'll do it for you."

She pops her head out with a hopeful expression. "You will?" He nods his head in response and she gives him the biggest hug that she can. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

True to his word, Dipper took a long trip across Gravity Falls flying as a new alien he found in the watch until he reached his destination: The Club, another restaurant known for its extravagance. He reverts back to his human form and takes a big breath before reaching inside to see Gideon sitting in a booth awaiting Mabel. Dipper heads to the booth and clears his throat.

"Oh. Dipper Pines, how are you?", Gideon greets the young Pine with simulated delight. "You look good, you look good."

"Thanks, you uh…", Dipper laughs nervously. "Look, Gideon. We've got to talk. Mabel isn't joining you tonight, she uh, she doesn't want to see you anymore. She's uh….. kinda weirded out by you, no offense." After he says those words, Gideon sitz there with the same expression on his face processing those words. He stays like that for three minutes, creeping Dipper out.

"So what you're sayin' is...you've come between us.", Gideon says very slowly, his eye twitching ever so slightly.

Dipper starts to get a little nervous. "You're not gonna like, freak out or anything, are ya?"

"Of course not.", Gideon laughs, faking a smile on his face. "These things happen. Bygones, you know."

Dipper sighs, relaxing. "Oh, well that's a relief." Just as he says that, the watch twitched from red to green, beeping to signify that it's charged up. This action causes him to jolt a bit in surprise and Gideon to look at it in intrigue.

"That's an interesting watch you got there.", Gideon inquires as looks at the watch. There's something engaging about it. "Where'd you get it?", Dipper instinctively hides his hand with the watch behind his back for a moment before coming with an answer.

"Uh...", Dipper stumbles before finding an answer. "I-I bought it from…..Japan. It took alot of money to get and it was a...rare item to search for, you know."

Gideon continues to stare at the young Pine, with a smile that starts to become erie. "Fascinatin'."

Dipper looks left and right, chuckling nervously. "So. Okay. Cool. Sorry man, again but uh, hey, thumbs up, right?" He turns around to leave, unaware that Gideon still had that malicious smile on his face.

"Thumbs up indeed, my friend.", he whispers to himself.

As he reaches outside, Dipper lets out a breath that he didn't know held. "Huh, that went better than expected." He honestly expected for Gideon to flip out if anything, he sighs and heads back to Shack, ready to tell her that her Gideon situation is taken care of…..or so he thinks.

In the Gleeful Residence, Gideon is staring into his mirror, seething with rage. He usually doesn't get this angry most of the time, but there are a few things that make reach this peak. The first cause for this could be that he couldn't get what he wants and the second being siblings. Everytime, he hears anything about siblings, it always goes back to his older brother. How his father or mother would look at the pictures of him fondly, how they wouldn't have so much finance without some of his help, how he would always be respectful towards his parents, how successful he is. Him, him, him. No matter what he tries, he'll never have the power, attention, and success to the magnitude of what his older brother has.

With Dipper, he did two things wrong: him being the brother of Mabel and him taking his love away from him. "Dipper Pines, you have no idea what you've done!" He growls, grabbing his amulet tightly and a candle starts to levitate and the light bulbs on his boudoir explode. His other furniture starts levitating. "You've just made the biggest mistake of your life!" And like that, he throws the levitated objects on the ground hard enough to shake the room.

Bud Gleeful arrives into the room, shocked to see mostly everything destroyed. "Gideon Charles Gleeful, clean up your room this instant!", he scolds his son, firmly.

"I CAN BUY AND SELL YOU, OLD MAN!", the young psychic yells furiously, scowling at his father, who looks taken aback before shrugging.

"Fair enough.", Bud sighs before closing the door. Gideon turns his attention away from the door and looks down to see a picture of his love, Mabel and the wretch who angers him, Dipper. He holds his amulet and concentrates on incinerating the side with Dipper, leaving Mabel on it. He laughs with malicious intent.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

After the breakup, Mabel has been feeling a whole lot better. To celebrate, Soos and the twins decide to have a simple game Soos tucks a pillow under his shirt and they try to tackle him.

"Hit me, dudes.", Soos holds his arms out, waiting for them to charge at him. They come at him in full force, laughing as they fall down. "Feels good."

"I'm so glad everything's back to normal!", Mabel sighs in content, feeling relieved that the Gideon ordeal is over.

"You said it.", Dipper agrees, chuckling. As he speaks, the phone rings from inside the Shack, causing the twins to look at each other.

"Your turn.", they both say, only for Dipper to say it later. He gets up and heads inside to answer it. "Hello?"

"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper."

"Oh hey man. Sorry for accusing you of murder last week."

"Water under the bridge! Say, we want to interview you about whether you've seen anything unUSUAL about this here TOWN since you've arrived."

"Oh, finally! I thought nobody would ever ask! I have notes and theories! Uh huh, uh huh." He pulls out a notepad and writes the address Toby tells him. "412 Gopher Road. Tonight? Got it." He heads back out, telling Mabel and Soos where he's going and when he'll be back. After a long walk to his destination, he arrives at a factory. Dipper looks at the notepad to check and see if he has the right address, to which he realizes that he does. He opens the door to the factory.

"Hello?", Dipper calls out, hearing nothing. He looks inside to see that nobody's here and turns around to leave, only for the door to slam shut. He pushes on the door to try to open it to no avail. Suddenly, lights turn on and he turns around to see Gideon in a swivel chair, petting a doll of himself.

"Hello, friend.", the young psychic greets him, coldly.

"Ugh, Gideon.", Dipper groans, exasperatedly. Why is he bothering him?

"Dipper Pines, how long have you been living in this town?", Gideon asks the Pine, playing with his toy. "A week or two? You like it here? Enjoy the scenery?" His voice changes from veiled child-like curiosity to quiet fury at the second half of his question.

Dipper starts getting uneasy but calms himself. "What do you want from me, man?", he demands, wanting the young psychic to get to the point.

"Listen carefully, boy.", Gideon's tone becomes deathly serious. "This town has secrets you couldn't begin to understand!"

"Is this about Mabel?", Dipper asks, getting to the point. "I told you, she's not into you!"

This makes Gideon slam his arms on the swivel chair. "LIAR! YOU turned her against me!", he yells as he jumps from his chair, grabbing his amulet and marches toward Dipper. "She was my peach dumplin'!"

"Uh, you okay, man?", Dipper asks, walking back. Gideon lifts his hand up and Dipper's body is covered in an ethereal blue aura and lifted into the air. With a swipe of his hand, Dipper is thrown onto boxes hard. He pulls himself up only to see Gideon grinning at him with malice.

"Readin' minds isn't all I can do.", Gideon laughs ominously, enjoying the dread etched on Dipper's face.

"But-but you're a fake.", Dipper tries to explain.

"Oh? Then tell me, Dipper….", the sadistic child inquires, levitating various merchandise and objects. "Is this fake?" After that question, he starts throwing plates, spoons, and forks at Dipper, who dodges a good portion but gets nicked in the face, vest, and knee, much to the vengeful child's pleasure. Gideon decides to up the ante by throwing cups at constantly moving Pine.

Dipper does everything he can to avoid the merchandise Gideon telekinetically throws at him. The ruthless psychic grabs a cabinet and launches it at the Pine, who jumps out the way to avoid it but ends up hitting the back of his head in the process. He rubs it to ease the pain before he sees the malicious Gideon levitating above him, sneering.

"Grunkle Stan was right!", Dipper yells at the young psychic. "You are a monster!"

"Your sister will be mine!", Gideon declares madly, laughing as he lifts up another cabinet to launch at the young Pine, who hides behind a stack of heavy boxes. The cabinet crashes into the boxes to the wall. Dipper grunts as he realizes that his right arm is bruised, but thanks to the boxes taking most of the damage from the cabinet, he's mostly fine.

Dipper pushes himself up as much as he can to activate the watch. It beeps on and tries to find the right alien that can help. Diamondhead?, Dipper thinks. Swampfire?! Water Hazard?! XLR8?! Come on, there has to be an alien that I'm familiar with! He tries to find the aliens that he knows but to no avail. He almost stops seeing a fire alien. But could this help? He doesn't know what it can-

"Come on out, boy!", Gideon demands , levitating cutlery that are poised to skewer the shapeshifter. "I ain't finished punishing you yet!" Dipper hears this and tries to move, accidentally pressing it via moving across the boxes. As this happens, a massive green light illuminates under the boxes, temporarily blinding the vengeful psychic.

"What in tarnation?!", Gideon asks, puzzled. That green light just came from under there. How did this scoundrel create a light that bright? This might be a distraction of sorts. Gideon thinks as he starts getting impatient and levitates the boxes away. But before he can finish, a massive torrent of flames breaks out of the clutter in an explosive fashion.

Standing opposed to the malicious child is a confused charcoal man. He's composed of a brownish-red rocky texture with intense heat radiating from underneath, specifically ending out of his flaming head, hands, and feet. This shocks the young psychopath before he gets enraged.

"How?!", Gideon demands. "How did you manage to turn yourself into a Pyronite?!" His outrage causes the fiery man to jolt out of his stupor and gives a determined scowl towards the delusional psychic. So this is another flame alien like Swampfire. Maybe I should call him Hetablast, Dipper thinks before mentally sighing. Really wished I had something on this alien that….Gideon somehow knows? He shakes his head and focuses on the present.

"Stop this, Gideon.", the Pyronite demands before getting into a battle stance. "This is your first and final warning." His ultimatum provokes the sociopathic psychic more than he's already feeling at the moment. He lifts up his patented cutlery and launches them at the morphed Pine, who only raises his hand and gives a precise fireball that melts them and charges towards Gideon, pelting more fireballs at him. The crazy psychic sets up a shield as the fireballs explode and disperses on impact. The embers land on some of the boxes, to which causes them to ignite.

"You think you have the right to threaten me, boy?!", Gideon scowls, telekinetically grabbing the flaming boxes and tosses them at the flaming alien, who blasts them into nothing but ash. This gives the young psychic enough time to grab the Pyronite and throw him out through the wall.

Heatblast rubs his head, groaning in pain. "Ow...that hurt." Dipper gets up to see a levitating and apoplectic Gideon, holding up cabinets and heavy boxes. The insane psychic glares at the familiar emblem on the center of the Pyronite's chest. That design looks familiar, Gideon thinks before he realizes it. That watch! That watch is what is allowed that wretch to morph into that Pyronite. First, Dipper turns the love of his life against him and now, he has a piece of technology that can morph him into any alien he sees fit? The insane psychic doesn't know which one makes even more angrier. He decides to channel his anger into throwing his crates at his pyrokinetic opponent.

The transformed Pine dodges most of the crates and blasts the rest of them away. He looks at his fiery hands before looking at his fiery hands before looking at Gideon, who is pulling out more items from the factory as potential weaponry. The Pyro-Pine looks down, quickly trying to form a plan. He probably can't attack and defend at the same time. I can exploit that. He points both flaming hands on the ground. Let's hope Soos was right about copying that comic book character. The flames escape from Heatblast's hands and he finds himself being able to rocket up into the air via propulsion. Once he finds his balance, he flies towards Gideon at high speeds, reaching ascension and delivers a two handed fireball attack.

The vengeful Gleeful puts up his shield as Dipper delivers a massive fireball. Just at the right moment, Gideon grabs the fireball, the flames going from a raging orange to ethereal turquoise, and throws it back to the descending Pyronite. Reaching high velocities, Heatblast crashes into the grassy ground to leave a crater and upheaval of dirt, he propels him out of the crater after a moment's pass. Gideon levitates a massive assortment of lamb shears and in tow, the morphed Pine delivers an intense stream of fire that melts them onto the ground in a hot mesh.

While Dipper's attention was on melting the scissors, Gideon sneakily grabs two of his branded water gallons. After he deals with the scissors, he sets himself up and tosses them into Heatblast, the water causes the Pyronite's fire to be extinguished.

"Uh oh", Heatblast is surprised that his flames are out. What do I do?, Dipper thinks. Before coming up with an idea. If my flames are high enough to melt metal, maybe I can reignite- Heatblast is slammed by a barrage of heavy boxes courtesy of the vengeful Gideon. He finishes up his attack by grabbing one of his cabinets and lifts it up under the Dipper before slamming it down hard on top of the morphed Pine.

"What can you do now, boy?!", Gideon yells, grabbing every item in the factory, ready to finish off the transforming Pine. "That Pyronite form takes time to reignite! Now that you're weakened…." Heatblast gets up slowly, his heat coming back. Gideon tosses everything at him with devastating force. "DIE!"

The Pyronite gets himself up to deliver an equally powerful attack. "HAAA!", Heatblast screams intensely as he delivers a massive flow of flames, greater than before.

The barrage of items being thrown at high velocity and the great stream of fire causes a massive collusion. The massive collusion causes an explosion to erupt instantly, making Gideon to skid across the ground and Heatblast rolls across the grass, burning it, slamming into a tree before falling to the ground. After a few moments pass, Gideon and Heatblast get up, both looking heavily damaged. For Gideon, his blue suit is mostly covered in dirt and ripped on the sleeves and face is scrapped, there's some cuts on his arm. Despite this, he still looks very angry, panting for his breath. Heatblast's movement is slower than usual and, like Gideon, is panting, feeling exhausted.

Heatblast decides to ignite another fireball, while Gideon gets ready to counterattack. Just when he's about to launch at the Gleeful, he hears a dreadful sound. Beep-Beep-Beep. Heatblast's eyes widened. "Oh, no.", he rasps before being enveloped in a crimson light. What replaces the Pyronite is a beaten up Dipper, who's levitated by an apoplectic Gideon and slams him into the wall of the factory, knocking the wind out of him. He tries to break free but to no avail.

"Will you just give up?!", Dipper yells, glaring at the crazy child. "She's never gonna date you, man!"

"THAT'S A LIE!" Gideon screams in anger before his attention is turned towards a flaming box of lamb shears. He turns back at the restrained Pine, smiling sadistically. "And I'm gonna make sure you never lie to me again, friend." He levitates the flaming lamb shears slowly towards Dipper, who tries to move out the way but can't. The deranged psychic just keeps laughing in twisted delight as the shears get closer and closer towards cutting the Pine's face.

"Gideon! We have to talk!" Those words make Gideon freeze in surprise. He turns to see a livid Mabel with her fists clenched.

"M-Mabel. My marshmalla.", Gideon drops the shears on the ground before fixing his hair, nervous as he's caught redhanded. "What are you doin' here?"

Mabel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry Gideon, but I can't be your marshmallow. I needed to be honest and tell you that myself."

Gideon is taken aback by what she says. She doesn't want to be his marshmallow? "I-I don't understand." he responds, squeezing the amulet that represents his broken heart, which in return, squeezes Dipper.

Dipper feels his body tightening up, uncomfortably. "Uh, Mabel!? This probably isn't the best time to be brutally honest with him!", he calls out to her. Mabel gets a brief look of concern on her face when she glances at Dipper before giving a "sincere" smile towards the distraught Gideon.

"Hey, but we can still be makeover buddies.", she offers, holding his hands gently. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Really?", Gideon asks, hopeful as he loosens his grip on the amulet. Mabel's eyes never left the amulet and at the right moment, she takes the chance.

She snatches Gideon's amulet off and Dipper falls down."No, not really! You were attacking my brother, what the heck?!"she exclaims. Gideon is shocked by what Mabel just did and tries to get his tie.

"My tie! Give it back!", Gideon demands, only for Mabel throws the amulet to Dipper who gets up and runs after the amulet's trajectory and catches it.

"Not so powerful without this, are you?" Dipper taunts but Gideon screams and charges at Dipper with sudden speed, making him drop the amulet and knocking them both off the cliff.

"Dipper!"

Dipper and Gideon scream. Gideon punches Dipper and the two start hitting each other before they realize that they're getting closer to the ground, making them scream again. But before they splat on the ground, they're both covered in the ethereal blue aura. They look up to see Mabel, holding the mystic amulet, levitating along with them and then floats down.

"Listen Gideon, it's over. I will never, ever, date you.", she declares. With that, she drops them down and throws the amulet to the ground, breaking it. The ethereal glow howling away in the wind.

"MY POWERS! Oh this isn't over. This isn't the last you'll see of wittle... ol' me.", the crazed psychic declares, walking into the dark forest.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Stan finishes signing papers in the Gleeful's living room area. "Ah, this is livin', brother.", Stan sighs in content, leaning back on the couch.

"From now on it's all name brand foods and clown paintings.", Bud Gleeful agrees, taking a swig of his coffee. Just as he says that, a livid and beaten up Gideon bursts through the door. "Gideon? Are you—?"

Ignoring his father, Gideon stands on the coffee table, scowling at Stan, pointing his fist at him. "Stanford Pines, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee!"

Stan is confused. "Rebuke? Is that a word."

"The entire Pines' family have invoked my wrath! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions!", Gideon declares as he points his nemesis.

"What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?", Stan asks, still not taking the young psychic's rage seriously.

"But-but sunshine?", Bud intervenes, laughing nervously. "What about our arrangement with Mabel and—?"

"SILENCE!", Gideon yells at his father, "The deal is off!"

Bud just sighs, before looking at the conman. "Well, I see that he's takin' to one of his rages again. Sorry Stan, but I have to side with Gideon on this one." He rips up the contract, terminating any plans for Mystery Shack and Tent of Telepathy merger.

"Okay, okay. I can see when I'm not wanted.", Stan realizes before grabbing the clown painting and starts to run.

"Stan, I'm-I'm sorry but I'm gonna need that painting back! Stan? STAN!", Bud tries to call out to the conman, only for his words to go on deaf ears.

"TRY AND CATCH ME, SUCKERS!", Stan declares, running to his car, putting the clown painting in the back, driving away. After a long ride, he arrives at the Mystery Shack, where he hangs up the clown painting. "I coulda had it all.", Stan contemplates. He turns and looks at the twins, who look exhausted physically and emotionally exhausted. "What the heck happened to you two?"

"Gideon.", The Pine Twins answer, equally tired after dealing with the crazy psychic.

"Gideon. Yeah, the little mutant 'swore vengeance' on the whole family.", Stan scoffs sitting in the recliner, mockingly raising his fist in the air imitating the angry psychic. "Ha, I guess he's gonna try to nibble my ankles or somethin'."

Dipper gets up a bit. He realizes that Gideon's powerless without his amulet. "Oh, yeah. How's he gonna destroy us now, huh? Try to guess what number we're thinking of?"

Mabel gets up, smiling at the young psychic's misfortune. "He'll never guess what number I'm thinking of.", Mabel says before laughing. "NEGATIVE EIGHT! No one would guess a negative number."

"Uh oh.", Stan gasps jokingly at the Twins. "He's plannin' on destruction right now!" He lays on top of the twins, to which they all laugh, enjoying Gideon's loss.

Meanwhile, at the Gleeful Household, in Gideon's room. He's making dolls of the Pines family, grumbling and growling to himself. He plays with the Mabel doll, looking at it lovingly as he imitates her voice. "Oh, Gideon, I still love you. If only my family weren't in the way." He picks up the Stan doll, disgusts etched on his face as he impersonates him. "Look at me. I'm old, and I'm smelly." He grabs the Dipper doll with a scowl on his face, mocking the Pine. "Hey, what are you gonna do without your precious amulet now that I got a watch that allows me to morph into aliens?"

He laughs, ominously. "Oh you'll see boy…", he closes Journal 2.

"You'll see."

#chapters #dipper pines #mabel pines #soos #stan pines #gideon gleeful #heatblast #omni falls

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Who’s a Threat Now?

: Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Chapter 3 : Chapter 4 : Chapter 5 : Chapter 6 :

In this chapter we finally get to the scene I first envisioned when I decided to write this fic. It was loosely inspired by this post by @a-tale-of-two-stans Obviously my idea ended up being quite different, but I still slipped in some of the dialogue.

Morning came cold and cloudy. The storm last night had left a fine layer of ice over everything, which in turn was hidden under another layer of snow. Dangerous driving conditions, which Stan would normally take as an excuse to stay home all day. Not today though. No, today they had a very important mission. Thankfully, they only had to drive as far as the high school, and the poor road conditions meant they would probably be the only ones there, leaving very little chance of being caught.

“Why did you have to buy such a conspicuous car?” Ford complained as Stan parked the Stanleymobile as best he could behind one of the school’s dumpsters.

“Hey! This baby’s a classic, and easily the best purchase I’ve ever made!” Stan defended. “She’s gotten me through some of the roughest patches of my life!” Although, Stan would be lying if he said he’d never thought the same thing to himself. There had definitely been some points in his life where driving a car that blended into the traffic more easily would have saved him some trouble. “And besides, we’re just breaking into the school on a Saturday. Even if there were people out in this weather to see us, who would even care?”

“I just don’t want to attract any undue attention.” Ford grumbled.

They made it to the autoshop’s door with minimal slipping and sliding. Stan picked the lock with ease, and they began searching for another small soldering iron.

“If we can’t find another iron of the same size, I may have to just make one myself.” Ford mused as he perused another box. They were all too big. “On the positive side, I’d be able to make one the perfect size for the microcircuitry, but on the negative side, it would add yet another day to our stay here.”

“Well, let’s hope we can find a little one here then.” Stan said, pulling out a drawer and dumping its contents onto a workbench. “The sooner the better, right?”

Ford hummed in agreement. Their search was much more thorough that the one they’d conducted during the school day earlier in the week. They had no fear of discovery while the school was empty. Still, they searched two whole supply closets, and couldn’t find a similarly sized soldering iron.

Their hunt for the tool paused when they heard a car’s engine zoom right past the shop’s door.

“It’s, uh, probably just some kids spinning cookies in the snow.” Stan reasoned nervously.

“Probably…” Ford agreed, although his posture was still tense.

“I’ll just go check, to be sure.” Stan offered, edging towards the shop door. “While you keep looking.”

“Alright. Just don’t get caught. We’re in enough trouble with dad right now as it is.”

“Yeah, no kiddin’.” Stan rolled his eyes as he slipped out the door.

Searching the final supply closet took longer with just one person, and still no luck! Ford carefully surveyed the room, trying to think where the teacher would hide the nicer tools so rowdy highschools students wouldn’t break them. His eyes landed on the bottom drawer of the teacher’s desk. Bingo! It had a small lock built into it. The scientist had done his fair share of lock picking during his interdimensional travels, and while he still wasn’t as practiced as Stan, something like this was hardly a challenge.

His breaking and entering was rewarded with the soldering iron he’d been searching for! It was even smaller than the one Stan had accidentally snapped, although it was still larger than Ford would have preferred. Still, it would get the job done.

* * *

Despite the thick clouds still hanging in the sky, Stan had to squint against the rising sun’s light as it reflected off every flake of snow on the ground. The parking lot looked empty. In fact, it looked just like he’d left it just fifteen minutes ago.

Wait, no. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw a fresh set of tire tracks in addition to his own. The parking lot had been an unmarked blanket when they’d first arrived, so someone was definitely there. What’s more, the tracks went straight around the back to the teacher’s parking area; no cookies or fishtails or any other skids that Stan would expect from a student looking to have some fun in the snow. So whoever was here was probably a teacher.

The old man in a teen’s body sighed. Just his luck. He didn’t remember any of their teachers being this dedicated.

He followed the tracks, hoping to figure out who they belonged to. Depending on the teacher, Stan might be able to talk his way out of this. As he peeked around the corner, he was surprised to see a car he recognized, but not one that belonged to any of the teachers. He’d seen it just last night, at the boxing match.

Crampelter’s car. Well, Stan was pretty sure it was his parents’ car, the guy didn’t have the patience to save up for his own car, but that's besides the point. This was the car Crampelter would drive around in. The goon had probably seen the Stanleymobile parked behind the dumpster and decided to come harass the twins. Stan turned on his heel and ran back towards the auto shop to warn Ford, but he didn’t make it very far before he slipped on the ice.

Luckily, Stan recovered from having the wind knocked out of him much more quickly than he was expecting. Unluckily, before he could pick himself up, a foot stepped heavily onto his upper back. Several sharp points dug into his winter coat.

“Just the guy I was lookin’ for!” Crampelter sneered.

“Hello to you too.” Stan mumbled into the snow.

Two more figures stepped into Stan’s limited field of vision. Oh great, Crampelter’s lackeys. And they all had plastic ice cleats strapped to their snow boots. He quickly pulled his hands in close, to prevent the jerks from stepping on them.

“It’s about time I reminded you of your place, Stan the lesser!” The bully snarled. “You really thought you could get away with breakin’ my nose?”

Stan did note with some satisfaction that although he couldn’t see the bully’s face from where he was lying in the snow, Crampelter’s voice was much more nasally than usual.

“‘S part of the gig, kid.” Stan shrugged. “Y’know what they say. If ya can’t take the heat, get outta the kitchen.”

“I’m two years older than you!” Crampelter shouted indignantly.

“Oh, right.”

“See, this is exactly what I’m talkin’ about!” the bully whined. “I’m tired of you not takin’ me seriously anymore! I’m gonna make sure you never forget that I’m a threat!”

“Yyyyeah, you’re really not.” Stan rolled his eyes.

Crampelter growled with rage and shifted his weight forward, digging his ice cleats further into Stan’s back before releasing his foot. Stan sprung up to strike the bully, but the lackeys each grabbed an arm before he could land a blow.

“What, afraid you can’t take me one on one?” Stan taunted.

“This isn’t about proving who’s the better fighter.” Crampelter chortled. “It’s about teaching you your place.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” Stan had plenty of experience fighting three on one, heck, even more than that, and most of the time those people had guns or at least knives. He dropped to his knees, knocking the two lackey’s heads against each other in the process. Once free of their grasp, he sprang back to his feet with an uppercut to Crampelter’s jaw. He felt a tug on the back of his coat; the lackeys had recovered faster than he’d expected. Stan simply shrugged the coat off and swung his arm backwards, catching one goon with a hard backhand. The other one tried to grab Stan’s arm again, but he wound up and punched that guy with the other arm.

With all three of the bullies reeling, Stan made a run for it. Over the years the main thing he’d learned about what to do when people ganged up on you was to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Coward!” Crampelter shouted after him.

Stan flipped him the bird over his shoulder. “Better a coward than a guy with a broken nose!”

Unfortunately, luck was rarely on Stan’s side, and today was no exception. Before he even ran three feet, he slipped on the ice again, and this time he hit his head on impact. When his vision cleared, three ice cleats were digging into his back. Stan struck out with his arm, trying to knock over whoever’s leg he could reach, but they had too much traction to be knocked over from this angle.

The lackeys didn’t bother letting him up and holding him by his arms this time. The three of them just stomped down on him with their ice cleats, kicking snow in his eyes whenever he tried to squirm away. While it wasn’t the worst beating Stan had ever received in his life, it still felt like being on the wrong end of a meat tenderizer. Without his coat, the ice cleats tore through his shirt and into his skin, leaving stinging scrapes across his back and arms.

Eventually the three bullies were satisfied that Stan was too dazed to fight back, and Campelter hoisted him up by his shirt collar.

“Whaddaya think, should we cram him in the freak’s locker to find on Monday?” One of the lackeys asked with a snicker.

“Nah, he’s too big to fit anymore.” Crampleter scrunched up his face like he was thinking hard. “Oh! I know!” He turned back towards his car.

The other lackey sneered and popped open the trunk.

Stan’s heart leapt into his throat. Not again! He tried to break out of Crampelter’s grasp with renewed vigor, but the lackeys each clamped down on his arms. The three bullies roughly escorted him to the open trunk and shoved him in. The panic began to overtake him as they began to shut the door, and he wildly flailed about, trying to wedge it open with his legs. Crampelter kicked him in the calf, and his legs reflexively curled in pain, allowing them to shut him in.

Stan could do nothing but bang his fists and feet against the roof of the trunk as his breaths came in shorter and shorter gasps, until it felt like he couldn’t think or breath at all.

* * *

Ford waited a couple of minutes for Stanley to come back after finding the correct tool. Their search wouldn’t exactly be a success if the soldering iron was confiscated by a teacher immediately after he found it. The fact that Stan hadn’t come back immediately suggested that there was indeed a teacher out there. Stan was probably hiding to escape notice.

After a solid ten minutes of waiting, Ford began to worry. Surely Stan would have been able to sneak past any teacher by now. Unless he’d been caught? Perhaps he was causing a distraction so that Ford could get away?

The young scientist carefully cracked the door open and peered out into the parking lot. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the bright winter sunlight, but it was clear that his brother wasn’t just waiting out there with a snowball. At least there weren’t any teachers out there either. Ford made sure the soldering iron was zipped securely inside his bag, flipped off the lights, and stepped outside, making sure the lock clicked behind him.

Now, to find Stan. His brother’s footprints followed a second set of tire tracks around to the back of the building. Ford cautiously followed them and peeked around the corner, his breath catching in his throat when he saw Crampelter and two lackeys sitting on the trunk of an old car. From where the young researcher was standing, he could just barely hear the occasional thump over the bullies’ mocking laughter.

It was like the whole world ground to a halt. In that instant, the rest of the universe outside of this parking lot didn’t exist. All concerns about the timeline and returning to the future just melted away. The only thing that mattered was getting Stanley out of there and away from those neanderthals.

“Let him go!” Ford commanded as he marched menacingly towards them. The three bullies looked up with a start.

“Should’ve known you’d be shadowin’ him, freak.” Crampelter sneered. “Hey, you’re pretty scrawny, I bet we could fit you in here too.”

“Just try it.” Ford said in a dangerously calm tone. “I’ve faced unimaginable horrors twenty-six times your size and didn’t even flinch. You are a child with the IQ of a peanut and I can beat you without even lifting a finger”

Crampelter chortled. “Yeah, I’m so sure! After nine years of boxing lessons you never learned to even throw a real punch, but today’s the day you’re gonna beat all three of us up!”

“Let me put this in simple terms you can understand.” Stanford said slowly. “You let my brother go, or I will break every one of your fingers.”

The lackeys exchanged a glance. Something about their old victim had changed. There was a new, cold glint in his stare and a confidence in his stance that was completely different from Stan’s usual casual bravado. Cramplelter, however, took no notice of these changes. He just rushed forward with a raging yell, winding up a huge haymaker.

Ford watched the clearly telegraphed punch and ducked under it with ease. He crouched down and gently pushed up on Crampelter’s stomach with his shoulder, which combined with the bully’s forward momentum, sent the lunk flying over Ford’s back. He spun around and backed up a few steps, keeping all three aggressors in his sight.

Crampletler picked himself up off the ground, spitting out snow and ice, his eyes blazing with fury. Someone smarter might have noticed that just charging in wildly hadn’t worked last time, so it probably wasn’t going to work again. However, Ford’s earlier assessment of his IQ wasn’t too far off.

The bully bolted forward again, this time attempting an uppercut. Ford reached out and batted the jab aside, grabbing his attacker’s wrist in one hand, and his face with the other. Crampelter cried out in pain as Ford’s fingers clenched down on the bully’s already broken nose. Once again, Ford used his opponent’s weight against him, and sent Crampelter crashing into his lackeys.

“D-don’t just stand there gawkin’, get him!” Crampelter demanded.

The lackeys charged forward, slightly more cautious than their boss had been. They tried to surround Ford, but he was too fast for them, ducking around them or jumping back whenever one tried to get behind him. Eventually, one was brave enough to try a straight-arm punch. Ford grabbed onto his arm and swung him into the other guy, crashing them both to the ice. The lackeys, now thoroughly intimidated, decided that they’d had enough, and fled.

Crampelter’s face contorted with rage. This time, he just outright tackled Ford. The young scientist thrust forward his forearm, catching the charging bully by the shoulder. Ford took Crampelter’s head in his hands, craning the bully’s neck down and to the side, throwing him off balance and toppling him to the ground.

With the other two gone, this time Ford was free to position Crampelter into an arm-bar. He pulled the bully’s wrist back, and he was sorely tempted to follow through on that threat to break all his fingers. It would take too long, though, and he needed to get Stan out of that trunk now. So he had to settle for stomping down on his tormentor’s hand.

When Ford threw open the trunk, it was obvious that Stan was in the throes of a panic attack. His eyes were wide open and staring blankly, his breaths came in short shallow gasps, he was sweating despite the cold winter air, and he was shivering uncontrollably. Well, the shivering might have been from more than just the panic attack. Ford spotted Stan’s discarded coat lying on the ground and scooped it up, shaking most of the snow off of it before gently wrapping it around Stanley’s shoulders.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.” He assured his brother softly, half lifting, half helping him out of the trunk. “Let’s get you back home where it’s warm.”

The two brothers staggered back to the Stanleymobile, leaving a completely dumbstruck Crampelter lying in the snow.

#Gravity Falls #Fanfiction #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Crampelter #My Writing

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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I got like two asks about the Avatar AU I mentioned yesterday, and a surprising number of notes, and apparently that’s enough to inspire me to write a thing. So uh, here. *throws fic at you and runs*

(As a note: This AU is a collaborative effort, with this scene being created primarily by myself and @vulpixen, though @bluestuffeh and @nour386 have also been involved in the development of the AU.)

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Stan ran into an abandoned alleyway and collapsed next to an overflowing dumpster. He pulled his knees to his chest.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. I didn’t just airbend. The scene that had caused him to flee the pro-bending arena in a panic flashed before his eyes. An illegal move from the opposing team sending Angie flying, about to crash into the wall, not the pool of water below the court. Stan rushing forward, moving without thinking, causing a cushion of air to form around Angie and lower her gently to the court.

The arena going dead silent.

Angie whispering that Stan just did airbending, her voice echoing in the quiet arena. All eyes on Stan, and not in the way that he liked.

Stan rested his head on his knees, tears beginning to prick the corners of his eyes.

I can’t airbend. I’m a firebender. If I can airbend, that makes me… Stan squeezed his eyes shut. No. It’s Ford. Ford is the special one, he’s the- I can’t be-

“Stan!” Stan didn’t look up. “Lute, I found him!” Stan kept his eyes closed as Angie sat on the ground next to him. Footsteps sounded. Lute crouched next to Stan, opposite from Angie. “You all right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Stan mumbled into his knees. He knew without seeing it that Angie and Lute would be sharing that concerned look of theirs.

“Well, ya did leave the arena in the middle of the championship fight,” Lute said. Normally, the drawl he and Angie had picked up from their Foggy Swamp Tribe father was soothing, but right now, it irritated Stan. Stan looked up, about to give Lute a piece of his mind, but the words died on his tongue at the sight of a purple bruise on Angie’s cheek.

“Great,” Stan spat. Lute frowned at him. “I- I do that, just to protect Angie, and then it doesn’t even work.”

“It did,” Angie said.

“You’ve got a bruise.”

“I’ve had worse,” Angie said firmly. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind one ear. “Stan, please, talk to us.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Stan muttered. “I’m the- I’m the-” Angie and Lute looked at him expectantly. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” The siblings nodded. “Fine. I’m the Avatar.” Stan held his breath, half-expecting there to be an earthquake, or to be lifted in the air, or something similar. Nothing happened. They were still in a dirty alleyway, the smell of the nearby dumpster permeating through the air.

“You don’t seem very pleased about it,” Angie said softly. Stan snorted.

“No shit. I’m not exactly the best with responsibilities. Being the Avatar is about the biggest responsibility in the world.” Stan kneaded his forehead. “Not to mention, Ford’s supposed to be the Avatar.”

“You can handle it,” Angie said, placing a hand on Stan’s knee. Stan’s heart fluttered at her soft, warm touch. “You’ve done it before, in all yer previous lifetimes.” Stan’s mouth went dry.

“Previous lifetimes,” he croaked. “Son of a hog-monkey, I- I have previous lifetimes.”

“That’s kind of how it works,” Lute said. Angie frowned at him. “Look, Angie’s right. You can do this.”

“None of the other Avatars have been a screw-up like me,” Stan choked out. “Did they get shoved aside ‘cause everyone thought their twin was actually the Avatar? Did their dad challenge them to an Agni Kai when they were a teenager? Pops was right about me.”

“Yer circumstances of yer life and birth have nothin’ to do with who is the Avatar,” Angie said. “Kyoshi was born to criminals and lived as a criminal even after she discovered she was the Avatar. But she was one of the greatest Avatars in history.”

“Not to mention, this sort of mix-up has happened before. The Fire Sages are s’pposed to have gotten better at their testin’,” Lute said. “You shouldn’t have had to find it out this way.”

“I don’t exactly have an aura of greatness or whatever,” Stan argued. “No wonder they thought it was Ford and not me.”

“You do have an aura of greatness,” Angie said softly. Stan raised an eyebrow at her, doubtful. “Pa taught us what all swampbenders learn – how to tap into the spiritual connections of the world. The moment we met you, we could tell there was somethin’ special ‘bout you. And we don’t even have any formal trainin’.”

“If we could tell that you were exceptional, then of course the folks who train fer years to do it could,” Lute added.

“You’re just making things up to make me feel better.”

“You remember how we met, right?” Lute said.

“Duh. I overheard you two saying you needed a firebender for your pro-bending team, so I told you I could do it. And you two were stupid enough to say yes without doing a background check or whatever.”

“We might not have the skills of a city slicker, but we ain’t fools, neither,” Lute said. “If you were just some random Joe off the street, we would’ve turned ya down. But we could tell you that there was somethin’…more about you.” Lute smiled at Stan. Stan scoffed and looked away. Lute’s face fell.

“See? I’m a shit Avatar.”

“What-”

“The Avatar’s supposed to be the most spiritual person around or whatever. But even you guys are better at that than me, and you’re not sages or guides. Your dad grew up in a swamp.”

“There have been plenty of Avatars who struggled to tap into their spiritual side,” Angie said. She smiled sweetly. “Heck, if ya want, we could always help ya make those first baby steps into bein’ more spiritual.” A silence fell. After a few moments, Stan sighed.

“…Fine. I’ll- I’ll be the Avatar. I’ll go train and whatever else the avatar does.”

“Really?” Lute asked. Stan nodded.

“I mean, do I have a choice? If I don’t, you guys will just talk at me until I do. Might as well save all three of us the trouble and cave early.” Angie and Lute got to their feet and helped Stan up. “Any chance we can go back into the arena and win the championship?”

“I think when you ran out, we forfeited,” Angie said. Stan sighed.

“Figures.”

#not putting it under a read more bc it's not THAT long #def not that long in comparison to some of the other nonsense I post lmao #(anyways if people wanted to send some more asks about this AU.....they would be appreciated)#Avatar AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Lute McGucket #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

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choiroom · 4 years

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while we’re on the topic of stanning kurt humm.el, let me remind you that he

continuously stood up for himself for nearly 2 years at a school that ignored his bullying (oftentimes violent bullying by being shoved into lockers and thrown into dumpsters, things that went beyond slushies)

defended his friends while taking the brunt of the abuse (protecting tina when the jocks harassed them for their gaga attire, shoved kar.ofsky off of blaine when they approached him at school)

always insisted on acting out of nonviolence (when se;bastian slushied blaine with the rock salt and santana insisted they blackmail him, kurt instead insisted on teaching him a morality lesson)

carried this bravado with him to nyc where he saved a man from being seriously injured while sustaining injuries himself (full on ran into an alleyway in nyc to shove two men off of another gay man after suffering the trauma of watching a classmate also get injured)

if you come into my house and try to reduce kurt hummel to his “predatory crush on finn” (rachel’s crush on finn in s1 was worse), and his “obviously biphobia” (a one off comment made out of spite, he never ever shows that behavior again, but san.tana sure does in s5!!!), then you need to Learn a thing or two.

i’ve already made posts about this but i’m getting more and more frustrated. mun =/= muse we all know that, i don’t give a Hoot if ur muse hates kurt, i’m sure plenty of them do. but taking away the hard work and credit that i’ve put into his characterization bc of broad assumptions isn’t gonna fly, so please. knock it off.

#i ! am ! angry !#respect this man he is just doing his best !#he is a dumb teenager they all are !#but no one wants to hold anyone else accountable !#goodness gracious !#🎶 ¦ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ( kurt headcanon. )#🥺 ¦ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴅᴏɢꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ( ooc. )#( ask to tag. )#re: violence / injuries /#bullying //

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eddie-boii · 5 years

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Never Let You Go (part 4/14)

Fic info: Both Eddie and Stan live because I do what I want. Multichapter.

Rating: Teen and up (may change). Language, drinking.

Pairings: Reddie, Benverly.

Ao3 link: here

Summary: The Losers prepare for a wedding. Drunken Bachelorette party shenanigans time my dudes

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Beverly’s bachelorette party was a blur of laughter, loud music, and alcohol. A lot of alcohol.

Eddie was sensible when it came to drinking. He drank as much water as alcohol to keep hydrated and he measured his intake of units carefully because he liked having a working liver, thank you very much. The other Losers had no such qualms and Eddie suspected the night would end with one of them in the ER getting their stomach pumped.

Richie was hosting the party at his place, a huge modern house in the suburbs of Los Angeles where the local law enforcement was likely to get a noise complaint about Richie from about three famous actors and a musician who lived on the same street.

Though there were only six of them - Ben being absent for obvious reasons - they created enough chaos for a party of six hundred. Richie had ordered a male stripper which Beverly was thrilled with. She ended up taking body shots off the guy’s bare torso while the others cheered, and when she finished, tequila dribbling down her chin, she turned the stripper on Richie and Eddie tried to keep down the boiling jealousy rising in his stomach at Richie’s dark red blush and flustered expression. Eddie ended up grabbing the bottle of tequila from Mike and chugging half the remaining alcohol, unit intake be damned.

“Oh my fucking god!” Beverly cried out suddenly. “We should- we should like- like play kids party games! Like spin the bottle an’ shit!”

“Truth or dare!” yelled Stan.

“I fucking hate truth or dare!” Richie yelled back, shoving Stan’s face clumsily and nearly tripping over his own feet.

“I will give you this donut!” Stan declared, grabbing one from the food table Mike had layed out before the party as though it wasn’t free for all.

“Deal!”

“Truth or dare, Trashmouth?”

“Dare! Lay it on me, Stan-the-man!”

“Striptease for Eds,” Stanley said immediately and Eddie felt his face go bright red.

“No fucking way!” he said. “I don’t wanna see that.” That was a lie.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Bill, Mike and Bev chanted as one and the stripper joined in.

“Get fucking ready, Eduardo!” Richie declared as Bill shoved Eddie into the closest seat. “But if you get a boner on me, I’m outta here!”

Eddie could not promise that wouldn’t happen and he clamped his hands over his eyes as Richie started taking off his jacket to Bev wolf-whistling.

“Oh, come on, Eds, you gotta look!” Stan cried.

“That wasn’t the agreement!” Eddie yelled back, squeezing his eyes shut as someone - probably Bill - tried to wrench his hands away. His mind, however, would not stop picturing what Richie was doing, and that was almost worse than the actual show.

“Aww, come on, Eddie’s uncomfortable,” Mike said sympathetically and Eddie was eternally grateful for his thoughtful friend. “Give Rich the donut before he takes off his boxers. No one wants to see that.”

“Worried all my size jokes were true?” said Richie, and Eddie opened his eyes to see him wink at Mike as he pulled his trousers back on. His chest was still bare and Eddie looked away quickly before his dick really did betray him.

“Put the tits away before Eddie bursts!” Bev said, smacking her hands on Richie’s chest as though she were playing the bongos.

“Like what you see, babe,” said Richie, sticking out his chest.

“Oh, you know it, babe,” Bev replied.

“Leave Ben and run away with me, sugar-boots.”

“Oh, sweetums, I’d love nothing more.” Bev leaned up as though to kiss Richie, then stole his glasses instead.

“Hello, I’m Trashmouth Tozier,” she said in an exaggerated weedy voice then immediately started cackling.

“Gimme, gimme!” yelled Bill, snatching the glasses from Bev before Richie could get them. “Hey, Eddie-ssspaghetti,” he said, voice even weedier than Bev’s impersonation as he turned to Eddie. He didn’t stutter much when he was drunk, but he slurred something awful. “I fffucked your mother even though I’mmm a huge virgin and allll I do isss play street-fighter!”

“I do not fucking sound like that!” Richie yelled, trying to snatch his glasses back but missing as a result of his slowed reflexes, impaired vision, and Bill dodging out of the way.

Bill whipped the glasses off and tossed them to Mike. “Hide them, hide them!” he yelled and Mike shot out of the room.

Richie tried to chase him but tripped over a chair leg, faceplanting the floor. He didn’t bother getting up and just rolled over pitifully.

“What happened to truth or dare?” he whined. “You guys are fucking bullies.”

“We love you, Richie,” said Beverly, still giggling.

“I don’t. I fucking hate you,” said Stanley.

“You love him, you fucking liar,” Beverly shouted, tackling Stan into the couch and smushing his face into a cushion until he cried out, “Okay, okay! I love you too, Rich!”

Eddie just shook his head at his friends’ antics, then set about clearly away some empty bottles because a vision-impaired Richie could well end up bumping into or breaking some, and broken glass was just a huge safety hazard.

When he finally located Richie’s kitchen with his arms full of empty bottles, he found what could only be described as a fucking dumpster. There were dirty dishes piled up in the sink and takeout containers lying around, and when he opened the fridge half of the stuff inside was growing its own ecosystem. The place was just a health and safety hazard, so he pulled out drawers and opened cupboards until he found rubber gloves, dish rags and bleach, and he set about cleaning the entire kitchen.

He returned to the party an hour later smelling faintly of lemon dish soap to find that the stripper had gone home and his friends were, if possible, even drunker than before. Richie was stumbling around still looking for his glasses and the others were huddled together in a corner giggling about something.

“Oh hey, Eds, Richie’s been looking for you,” Beverly said when Eddie approached them and the others instantly burst into another fit of giggles.

Eddie narrowed his eyes at them. “What’s so fucking funny?”

“We’re renaming the club,” Mike wheezed, eyes watering.

“We’re the ‘had Richie Tozier’s tongue down our throats’ club now,” Stan said.

“You gotta do the initiation, man,” said Bill.

“Oh for fuck's sake,” said Eddie, eying the still stumbling Richie. “How drunk is he?”

“So fucking drunk,” said Beverly between giggles.

“I gave him a bottle of vodka and told him it was water and he drank half of it before he noticed,” said Stan, snorting.

“You are all fucking terrible friends,” Eddie told them before walking up to Richie. “Hey, Rich, come on, man.”

Richie turned to him, squinting, then his face split into a wide grin. “Eddiieeeeeee!” he practically screamed. “Eddie, my love, I love you so!” he was singing now and very out of tune. Eddie hated that song.

“Yep, come on, Rich, we better get you to bed,” he said. He tried to take Richie’s shoulder, but Richie stumbled forward and Eddie caught him reflexively. “Woah, careful, Trashmouth.”

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie-spaghetti.” Richie reached up to poke the scar on Eddie’s cheek, making no move to pick himself up. ”You’re so goddamn pretty, Eds.” He pinched his cheek affectionately. “Cute, cute, cute!”

“That’s nice, Rich,” said Eddie, swatting Richie’s hand away and blushing slightly even though he knew this was only the alcohol talking. He pulled Richie into a standing position, hands at the ready to catch him if he fell again, but he only swayed slightly, staring at Eddie with a stupid grin on his face even though Eddie was probably just a blur to him.

“Eddie, Eddie,” Richie slurred again, then without warning, he lurched forward and jammed his tongue in Eddie’s mouth.

It took an enormous amount of effort for him to push Richie away, partly because Richie was very insistent and partly because he didn’t really want him to stop. When he finally managed, Richie let out a low whine that made Eddie want to push him up against the wall, but he would not take advantage of a drunk Richie.

He caught sight of Stan holding up his phone camera out of the corner of his eye and stuck his middle finger up at him.

“Come on, Trashmouth,” he said, guiding Richie to the stairs. “Bedtime.”

Eddie helped Richie up the stairs and, after trying several doors, found what he could only assume was Richie’s bedroom as it was the only room covered in piles of laundry with an unmade bed. It also had Richie’s glasses set neatly on the bedside table because of course Mike wouldn’t actually hide them.

Eddie gathered up the bulk of the laundry and put it in the hamper so Richie wouldn’t trip over it, then turned to find Richie had wrestled himself out of his jeans and jacket. He grabbed Richie’s wrist before he tried to take off his shirt or, god forbid, his boxers.

“I think that’ll do, bro.”

Richie just shrugged, murmuring something unintelligible, then collapsed onto the bed. Eddie pulled the sheets up over him, then returned downstairs to fetch a glass of water and aspirin. He returned, made Richie sit up to sip the water, then refilled it in the bathroom sink and set the glass on his bedside table beside the aspirin and the glasses. He turned to leave but stopped when Richie called out to him.

“Eddie?” Richie was half asleep now, his speech even more slurred then before. He looked up at Eddie, his eyes bleary. “Eds, I gotta tell you s’mthin’.”

“What, Rich?” said Eddie, turning back and kneeling beside the bed.

Richie reached out and grasped at Eddie’s shirt, his hand bunched in the fabric right over the spot where Eddie sported a huge scar courtesy of a certain clown.

“Eds, ‘m so glad you're alive.”

Eddie smiled. “Me too, Rich.”

“You’re m’ favourite person.”

“Don’t let Bev hear you say that,” Eddie joked, though inside his heart was trying to rip its way out of his chest.

“Really, Eds,” Richie slurred. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Rich,” said Eddie because it was true, though not in the way Richie or any of the Losers loved him, and that broke his heart just a little.

“No, no, no,” Richie whined. He turned slightly and buried his face in his pillow. “You don’ un’erstan’.”

“What don’t I understand, Rich?” said Eddie, heart beating a little too quickly, but Richie didn’t respond, and when Eddie gave him a nudge, he let out a huge snore and Eddie realised he’d passed out.

He sighed, then manoeuvred Richie to the recovery position so he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit in the middle of the night. He paused, then pressed a kiss to Richie’s temple, mostly because there was no way Richie would remember it even if he wasn’t passed out. He stood, then jumped when he turned and saw Bev standing in the doorway, his face immediately flushing when he thought of what she might have just seen.

“Heyyyy, Eds,” she said, grinning at him. She kissed his cheek then moved passed him and heaved herself onto the bed, tucking herself in beside Richie who gave a grunt at the movement but didn’t wake up.

“There are spare rooms, Bev,” Eddie said pointedly but she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I don’t have Ben and Richie is cuddly,” she said, wrapping her arms around Richie’s back and snuggling up to him. “The sleeping arrangement was agreed upon this morning.”

Eddie shook his head at the pair but smiled slightly, wishing he could be that close to Richie but knowing he couldn’t without giving himself away. Richie and Beverly had a special sort of friendship that they could be close like that while remaining completely platonic, but Eddie knew if he let himself get that close to Richie, if he let himself touch him like that knowing that he could never really have more, that they could never be more, then he’d break.

“Night, Bev,” he said, softly.

“N’night, Eddie Bear,” she said, her speech slurring even more with sleep. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Eddie closed the door softly behind him, then set off to find a spare room he could sleep in, trying all the while not to think of Richie or his drunken kiss or the things he’d said while half asleep and barely in control of his verbal filter. It didn’t mean anything, after all.

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#it chapter 2 #reddie #benverly #the losers club #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #beverly marsh #stanley uris #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #fic #fanfic #writing #fix it fic #fluff #EB writes

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ORN-Part 4 (Punching and Propositions)

Ford didn’t get much sleep that night, and not just because he was a chronic night owl even in normal situations. He was busy thinking about some troubling conclusions he had drawn regarding his brother from what he had seen of him so far.

Namely, Stan was not taking very good care of himself (even worse than his usual not-taking-good-care-of-himself).

Exhibit A: He had fresh, painful-looking injuries that he left unattended until Ford had produced some ice for them; in addition, he had noticed a number of old scars and cuts on his brother’s face and arms alone, with probably even more on the rest of his body.

Exhibit B: His first bites of food had been long and slow, savoring the taste of the soup, before he started absentmindedly shoveling it into his mouth like any second it was going to be snatched away. And while he could make the excuse that it was Stan’s poor table manners at work, he could tell that the more likely reason was just plain hunger. His twin hadn’t asked for seconds, but when Ford offered him more he hadn’t refused, and had continued to eat with barely concealed eagerness. And, this was the most troubling thing of all, he’d eaten all of the soup, even the vegetables-something that their mother would have considered an occasion for celebration.

Exhibit C: He smelled like he’d had a dumpster full of alcohol dropped on him, and one of the only things he asked for was an opportunity to wash his clothes-and he’d dumped pretty much everything in the duffel bag into the washer, followed soon after by the duffel bag. Which, by the way, was apparently the sum of his possessions besides his car and whatever he might have left inside it.

Conclusion: Stan was probably homeless, and occasionally engaged in activity that put him in harm’s way. If he’d ever had a job, he definitely didn’t now. And he hadn’t said anything to Ford, and probably not to anyone else in their family either, because he didn’t feel like he could go to them for help.

Well, maybe that was a justified assumption for their father, considering that he’d thrown Stanley out on the street and told him he couldn’t come home without a fortune, which was as good as telling him that he could never come home.

But what about Ford? No matter how angry that lost chance had made him, if he’d known that Stan was in really bad trouble he would have helped him, right? Surely Stan knew-

No, obviously he didn’t.

It made Ford wonder if all those silent phone calls, in addition to sort of keeping in touch, had been Stan attempting to reach out to him in his hour of need and chickening out at the last second; his stomach curdled at the idea.

He hadn’t even asked for help from Mom or Shermie, who were less involved in this whole nasty business and who would have been more than happy to give him aid; neither of them seemed likely to ever forgive Pa (or Ford, he suspected) for what he’d done, and were clearly always worrying about Stan whether they said so or not.

How could he possibly bring it up?

Should he?

What if Stan just lashed out at him, which he was more than likely to do if he felt like he was being pitied?

What if he decided to leave again?

The thoughts raced around and around his head like multiple hamsters running on the same wheel; even when he fell asleep at last they were still lurking in his dreams.

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When he finally gave up on sleeping, at the crack of dawn, and went to look for Stan, his twin was not in his room.

Ford had a minor panic attack for a second, but then he rushed to a window looking out at the front yard and saw that the car was still there. And shortly after that he found his brother sprawled on the couch on the front porch, fast asleep.

With a sigh of relief (and a slight pang of nostalgia) Ford reached out and shook his shoulder.

“Hey, Stanley, wa-”

In a moment that was almost exactly like a lightning strike (without the electricity) Stan shot up and punched him in the nose, knocking him off the porch.

Ford felt the old, familiar (not that it had happened in a long time, thank goodness) sensation of blood trickling through his nostrils and a sharp pain in the middle of his face, even as he heard Stan’s horrified voice calling out to him, “Oh [CENSORED] I’m so sorry Ford, I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry-!” and a few seconds later his brother was helping him to sit up, and bringing him inside to shove a fistful of damp paper towels under his nose.

“...Sorry, I just-it was a reflex,” Stan concluded sheepishly a short time later, after a long litany of apologizing and fussing.

Ford grimaced over at him. “At least you’ve still got a good left hook,” he said, voice nasally.

“...Yeah.” Stan stared down at his fist. He looked for a second like he wanted to say something else, but he just patted Ford’s shoulder once and headed for the fridge.

Stan used Ford’s somewhat sparse groceries to put together some pancakes (which wound up with bits of his hair in them, but Ford ate them anyway); by then the bleeding had stopped, and they had managed to ascertain that no, Ford’s nose had not actually been broken by the punch.

Stan still looked ashamed of himself, but he went and got dressed for the day in clothes that were at least clean now, but still looked like they could come apart at the seams any second. Ford, in the interest of obeying the law of equivalent exchange, took the opportunity to do the dishes before getting dressed himself.

When they met up again in the kitchen, they stared at each other uncertainly for a moment. Then Stan said with a cough, “I’ll, um, let ya get back ta work or whatever. I’ll try not ta break anything.”

If the phrase had seemed the least bit barbed or sarcastic, Ford would probably have gotten defensive and they might have started fighting. However, it sounded more like he was trying his hardest to be conciliatory. So instead Ford said softly before he could leave the room, “Stanley, wait.”

Stan looked over at him expectantly-or nervously. Or a little of both.

Ford swallowed...and at the last second he changed his mind and said, “I was actually wondering if you wanted to go visit some caves with me.”

“...Caves,” Stan said, tone a little flat.

“Yes. As I told you earlier, I’m a little stuck in my research on why Gravity Falls has such a high level of weirdness magnetism. And I was thinking of going on a hike to a series of caves with some ancient drawings, left by the earliest settlers of this town. Maybe they can give me some answers. You should come.”

Ford tried to make his expression inviting. If he kept reaching out, tried to make it clear to his brother that he wanted him to stay, maybe it would be easier for them to talk about things.

Stan chewed his lip thoughtfully for a moment. Then, at last, he shrugged.

“What the heck. Beats sitting around watching my hair grow.”

“Great! I’ll start figuring out what supplies we’ll need!” And Ford hurried out of the kitchen.

You’re being too eager again, Stanford.

It’s worth it!

#Gravity Falls #flipside AU #young stan and ford #stan pines #ford pines #Ford being smart for once #punching #caves

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someone made a post about BBOTT and it made me think how much we took for granted shelby, danielle, morgan, justin etc, even scott/alex/whitney/neeley were great. and kryssie was hilariously overemotional and so bad at big brother it was funny. such great houseguests. it makes me pissed knowing CBS will never bring any of them back and they fuckn cast them on that lame short series instead of the full one. but something i DONT miss is j*son’s slutshaming of shelby and calling her a cum dumpster and a whore, threatening her mother and saying he’d shove his dick in her mouth etc. but we plastics stans were vindicated when america voted to give morgan the win and the money over that evil gremlin freak.

#bb21 #bbott #good times.

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iasip s3 rated by macdennis content

The Gang Finds a Dumpster Baby: Dennis chides Mac for littering and not caring about the environment... Mac agrees to check out the global warming movie he watched bc Dennis kept talking about it even though everyone else was annoyed by it... they really are in love huh. 5.5/10

The Gang Gets Invincible: Mac and Dennis decide to try out for the Eagles because they want to figure out who’s the better football player. “Lincoln Field, baby!” This should be a generic ‘Two Bros Compete Over Sports Thing’ plot but Mac and Dennis are like... really gay about it. They mock Dee together for wanting to try out too and they’re being very misogynistic but the way they laugh at her is so cute. Mac leans in very closely to Dennis’ face when talking about how Dee could embarrass them in terms of running stamina. Mac and Dennis have a whole conversation with their dicks out as they stand over the Lincoln Field and Mac looks at... he looks at Dennis’ dick and asks him if he’s done peeing. And Dennis says no because Mac standing next to him and talking to him makes him nervous,,, okay,,, Mac and Dennis bicker over Mac’s makeup skills and Dennis’ cheekbones. Mac and Dennis sit together on the bus. They’re cutely excited about getting to see Donovan McNabb (even though they don’t) and they’re both... so bad at running. We stan unfit losers who cant even run for ten minutes!! “I liked your form on that, and I liked how you went before the whistle.” “Goddamn right!” “Nice!” Jesus Christ do these two even remember they’re supposed to be competing? Dennis essentially verbally sucked Mac’s dick for tackling his sister and told him he liked his FORM I know I quoted that but like... y’all seeing this... Also can we talk about how Dennis had this running monologue going on while he was running in the field to catch a football was this: “I’m going to make Mac look so bad. My form is perfect–“ like why is Mac always his first thought like it came before his narcissistic thoughts AND his throwaway comp het thought... sigh... 9/10

Dennis and Dee’s Mom is Dead: Mac and Dennis not realizing how gay they are is so fucking funny... Mac banging everyone’s sister but also calling them gross? Comp het rights! Dennis talking to men trying to invite them over to their party is literal actual flirting and he is so stupid for it. “Bro, aw, I just had the most perfect blonde guy slip right through my fingers. I mean, I had him in the palm of my hand and then... he was gone, you know what I mean? I mean, this guy would have been perfect for you. What’s up with this beefcake? Is he coming to the party, or what?” I can’t believe Dennis told Mac this. This sounds literally like they’re gays trying to find love in this world. Give me a break maybe!! Mac and Dennis having no idea that they were waving around a dick flyer that they literally cut themselves is peak metaphor for how in denial about their sexualities they were. Mac and Dennis get up to PEAK gay activity during their party because of how excessively Dennis touches Mac, he literally says “oh yeah, baby, nice one!” when Mac punches a glass frame, breaking it, and taking a random apple and biting into it. He’s so proud of Mac for the dumbest of shit. “You’re gonna tell everybody how we’re like those guys from Jackass, how we like to smash stuff and shove shit up our asses.” “That’s right! You’re gonna get so much shit shoved up your ass tonight!” Oh my god? Oh my god! Nothing says love like throwing knives at college students and basically putting them through emotional and physical torture! That’s just how it is! The symbolism and just everything in this episode pushes this up to a shocking 8.5/10

The Gang Gets Held Hostage: “Come here, come here, come here! I think I got a plan to get us out of this, but I need you to do the destroying thing. Can you?” “I’m a great destroyer.” “Are you kidding me, dude? You’re a born smasher.” “Yes! I’m a born smasher.” “I’m gonna work a different angle with the girl.” “Work those pecs.” “Yeah, exactly.” “Bump it.” “All right.” “Dennis.” “What?” “I love you.” 9/10

The Aluminum Monster Vs. Fatty McGoo: The whole “Dennis has an announcement!” scene is so cute and so funny. Other than that though, Mac and Dennis don’t get up to much, but Dennis does lie to him about dress orders which pushes Mac into Frank’s arms where he learns how to run a sweatshop. 4/10

The Gang Solves the North Korea Situation: Dennis wearing Mac’s duster with no shirt and the way Mac was staring at him? Good shit! 7/10

The Gang Sells Out: Mac and Dennis both somehow managed to get each half of Charlie’s shares in the bar. Charlie gets confused between ‘wood’ and ‘wooed’ and when Dennis tries to explain it to him Mac gives him a little “Dennis, just...” and Dennis goes “It’s a waste of time?” and like. That’s just really domestic of them actually. 6/10

Frank Sets Sweet Dee On Fire: Nothing v specific here but Mac calls Dennis a ‘club kid’ which is cute. 2/10

Sweet Dee’s Dating A Person: “You do have a great voice. You have, you know what man? You have an excellent voice.” The look of absolute BETRAYAL Dennis gives Mac when he doesn’t let him be in his band... wow. “We need a new front man.” “Right. You want someone with a good voice.” “Yes.” “Who’s attractive.” “Yes.” “Someone with charisma.” “Yes.” Somehow they both bottomed in this scene and Dennis wearing glasses is so fucking stupid. This episode would’ve gotten a perfect score if Mac didn’t kick Dennis out of the band for having slutty hips. Mac, those slutty hips are everything you’ve ever wanted in life. Wake up. 9.5/10

Mac is a Serial Killer: Dennis seems to REALLY take notice when it comes to Mac’s comings and goings from the apartment... His reactions to Mac getting laid seems like fake enthusiasm to me :/ 3/10

Dennis Looks Like a Registered Sex Offender: “Listen, I need your help, okay? You’re part owner of the bar, and you’re probably the only person that Mac listens to, and I need you to talk to him.” God Dee really out here knowing the truth huh. She really out here knowing everything, huh? 7/10

The Gang Gets Whacked Part 1: Mac and Dennis the cute little work couple who tries to fix the electricity and both having differing but wrong opinions about how to do it! Mac and Dennis the cute little work couple who ditch work to sit outside their bar in lawn chairs and drink beer together! Mac and Dennis the dumbass work couple who can’t understand the things people say to them because they drink a lot! 9/10

The Gang Gets Whacked Part 2: Mac slaps Dennis and rescues him from his life of prostitution. Wow that’s like a line straight from a very weird mafia AU. 7/10

Bums Making a Mess All Over the City: The way Dennis looks at Mac when he says “In fact, Special Agent Bauer and I plan to take care of a few things today...” Mm... Conspiring with your boyfriend and twin sister while holding your cat as you plan to take down your dad truly is the life huh. 5/10 because it was a great fucking look

The Gang Dances Their Asses Off: One of the most ridiculous things in this episode is the fact that Frank ranked Dennis and Mac second and third best after himself. Some other ridiculous things? Mac and Charlie’s talk about Mac’s... cream... which led to Mac saying this golden line “I’m always putting my cream all over his face.” Mac and Dennis have a dance off where Mac mimes himself sucking Dennis off. Repressed rights! It’s a crime that we didn’t get to see Mac and Dennis slow dance this episode, but still I’m gonna give it a 10/10, especially because Dennis and Mac had 25 pound kegs hanging off their chests and Dennis said “Come on, man! Give me some of that liquid hydraulic shit!” it sounds dirty somehow, anyway, Dennis wrapped his arms around Mac and they both fell to the ground. Very sexy.

#text #iasip #macdennis #its always sunny in philadelphia #rated

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respect-my-authoritah-imagines · 6 years

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Pissed Off (Craig Tucker/Reader)

Chosen prompt - Angst - “This is all your fault” || This serves as the part 2 of piss off

READ PART ONE HERE

LIST OF PROMPTS IN THIS CHALLENGE

MY PROGRESS ON THIS CHALLENGE

It’s been 2 months since I last spoke to Craig. After I decided to break things off with him, I never bothered to look for him or any of his friends. Bebe is the only person I know in my friend group who has spoken to Craig or to Clyde. Bebe isn’t doing this to piss me off, but to hang out with Clyde. A few weeks ago Bebe overheard Craig and Clyde’s conversation. Apparently Craig has been hooking up with others girls.

“I told you, Bebe. He can do whatever he wants” After all I was the one who broke up with him. He used me to piss off his parents. He knew that going out with a scholar like me would make his parents mad, his parents knew that if dated someone who was aiming to be an academic awardee Craig could get them involved with some bad shit causing them to lose their spot as an academic awardee. I bit my bottom lip as I remembered the feeling I had when I found he was just using me.

“He’s been trying to replace you.” Wendy suddenly spoke up which was weird. Usually when someone speaks about Craig in front of me Wendy would always have my back by getting them to not talk about him. “I’m sorry for not telling you this, (Y/N). Clyde asked me a few weeks ago if I knew anyone similar to you.”

“Such a dic--”

“I know, (Y/N). It really is a dick move. Craig asking Clyde to do something like that is weird and terrible, but Craig isn’t the type of person to make Clyde do all his dirty work. I asked Stan and Kyle to come with me to investigate and--”

“Wendy, it’s fine he can date whoever he wants.”

“We found Craig digging through the dumpster behind one of the restaurants nearby.”

I don’t know what Wendy expects me to say. I don’t care nor want to know what he was doing. I tried to erase everything that reminded me of Craig. The gifts he gave me, the messages he sent me and the blanket-- Thinking about that blanket filled my mind with the intimate things I did with Craig that I felt disgusted. I gave in. I let myself be fooled.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry I brought him up.” Wendy who was suddenly in front of me said as she pulled me in for a hug. Why did she apologize? She didn’t do anything wrong, she just wanted me to let me know. “It’s okay, (Y/N). Let the tears out.” I heard Bebe said as she placed her hand on my back. I didn’t realized that my eyes started to water. I’m angry that Craig fooled me, but I never understood why I cried about it. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” I said as I looked up to Wendy. I could feel the tears roll down my cheek as I raised my head. I met Wendy’s eyes and they reflected the state I was in. I’m a mess and I keep on blaming it on Craig when it’s my fault. I should have been more cautious.

I spent a few more minutes in Wendy’s arms then moved back. “Thank you. Wendy and Bebe” I said as I wiped away my tears. This wasn’t the first time I’ve ended a relationship, but this was certainly the first one I’ve fallen hard for someone. “We’ll be here for you, (Y/N).” Wendy said.

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A few days have passed and I was walking the hallway alone. Bebe had to do something for class and Wendy was at a meeting. Right now I was heading to the cafeteria alone until I heard Stan’s voice from a far. “(Y/N)” I turned my back in order to face him. “What is it?” I asked. “Please talk to Craig.” He plead. If it was coming from someone else I would have denied, but seeing it was coming from Stan, someone who hated Craig I started to have second thoughts. “No.” Even if a part of me wanted to see Craig. I would have just gotten mad at him. “(Y/N), please. He’s in pretty bad shape.”

I was curious on what he meant, but at the same time. I’m scared of seeing Craig. “(Y/N). Even I’m starting worry about the guy.” I took a deep breath and thought about it. “Fine.” I felt a bitter taste enter my mouth as I said that. “Follow me.” Stan said as he slowly made his way to the janitor’s closet. “He went to class today, but we noticed that something felt off about him.” Stan said as he grabbed the door knob. “We think he came to school either high or drunk. Maybe even both.” Stan then opened the door revealing a familiar chullo hat lying on the floor next to a body on top of woman. I was too distracted by who was on top of the woman to even recognize who she is. I looked over to Stan with my brows furrowed and said “Is this some sick joke?” as I shoved Stan and started walking away.

Whether it was Stan’s intent to show me that I don’t care. It was a horrible sight. As I was storming off I bumped into Clyde. I looked up with an annoyed look in my face and said “Get out of my way.” I said with an unusual high pitched voice which cause Clyde’s eyes to grow wide. “Hey-- Are you okay? Listen I’m not here to force you to do or say anything to Craig.” He tried to calm me down. For a moment I noticed that Clyde’s eyes left mine and then went back to me. “W-what is it?” I asked, stuttering as I was trying to calm down. “Nothing. C’mon let’s go get you some water.” Clyde said as he placed his hand on my back to calm me down. Oddly enough it reminded me of Bebe. “Thanks.” I said as he led me to the cafeteria through a different hall.

I spent a minute and a half calming down. “Do you want me to get Wendy and Bebe?” Clyde asked as he handed me a bottle of water. “No, it’s fine. They’re busy right now.” I said as I held on to the water bottle and kept it close. “What happened?” Clyde said as he sat down next to me. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Don’t get mad, but Bebe told me that you’re really hurt by what Craig did.”

“No shi--”

“I would be too.” Surprisingly Clyde is on my side. “Wendy saw me punch Craig the day after you found out about the whole thing.” My eyes grew upon hearing those words. I looked over to Clyde who had a serious expression on his face. “Wendy told me not to tell you. That you had a lot on your plate already.”

“I know you’re hurting and I don’t expect you to forgive Craig. To be honest I would be glad if you punched him in the face too”

“I just want you to see him. Just once.” Clyde added. “I just did.” I ended up opening up a conversation about what i saw. “I noticed he’s wearing something new. A new girl” Clyde looked over to me, surprised with what I said. “He’s such a dumbass.”

“He came to school high and drunk.” Clyde added. “And I’m just suppose to forget that happened? Clyde, there’s a lot for me to look through besides that. I can’t forgive him” Clyde bit his lower lip and rested his back on the seat. “God, why did that dumbass have to make things worse for him.”

“Clyde!” I hear someone scream Clyde’s name from the entrance, this causes the two of us to turn our attention there. “I have to go” I said as I got up from the chair and started heading to the other entrance. “(Y/N)!” It’s the same voice, but this time it was calling me. “I don’t want to talk to you.” I said as was about to open the door. “I still love you.” The voice said from behind. I stopped for a second then continued to head towards the door. “Yeah, that’s why you had your mouth against some other girl’s lips. Sure, Craig. Real convincing.” I wasn’t looking at him as I said this.

“You wouldn’t let me talk to you.”

“Well you used me. Why would I talk to you?” Craig froze as I said those words. “You’re still mad?”

“Of course! What do you mean by ‘You’re still mad?’ ? Of course I am dipshit. You used me to piss off your parents. You started our relationship with a lie.”

“I never lied about loving you. I choose you out of everyone.”

“Oh wow! You choose me out of every girl. Amazing Craig” I said sarcastically as I clapped my hands. “I am not happy about being a choice. You’re telling me I was part of a list of girls you could have used. Do you think that makes me happy?” He’s such a dumbass. I’m not happy. I thought that I was the only one he liked.

“Okay. I admit it was fucked, but I really do love you.”

“This whole time we’ve been talking you haven’t apologized. You don’t feel bad at all.”

“Of course I feel bad. Everyday I wake up think about you. How things would be if you have--”

“So you think it would be better if I were naive.” I said as I finally looked at him. “No, I fucked up. I’m sorry. I would have been happier if I hadn’t dating you to annoy my parents. I love being with you. Every day with you has been amazing.” Craig said as he walked closer. “Craig, Stop it. We can’t go back. This all because of you.” I raised my voice. At this rate I didn’t care if people saw. “This all your fault. You think I want to stay mad at you? Of course I don’t. I wanted you to tell me that what you said to Clyde was lie or that I was the only one you liked.” I started to feel my cheeks get wet from my own tears. Craig started making his way towards me, but I moved back and he stopped in his tracks.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N).”

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Give me one last chance.”

“You had one, but you threw it away when you decided to kiss someone else.”

“I won’t drink or do drugs again. I won’t do it again. I really thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”

Craig saw the tears in my eyes and started walking towards me again and this time held my hand. “I won’t ask you to forget what I did. All I want is to treat you better this time. I really love you. I’ll do everything and anything to get you back.”

“Funny. Kissing other girls and asking my friends if they knew anyone like me doesn’t like you want to treat me better. It sounds like--”

“Yeah. It sounds like I was looking for replacement.You’re right. I was looking for someone to replace you. I can’t love anyone else, but you. That’s why I was looking for someone similar to you to fill that hole.”

I looked at him, trying to figure out if this was a good thing or not. “(Y/N). Every girl I’ve been with never once did I think of anyone, but you. It’s always been you. This time I won’t give up on you. Seeing your reaction when you saw me with another girl made me sick to the stomach. I’ve been so disgusted with myself since we’ve gotten serious when we were going out. I knew I had to tell you, but I was so scared of losing you.”

“Since we’ve gotten serious there’s been no one, but you in my mind. I haven’t showed my face to you, because I didn’t want you to feel bad for me. I’ve been drinking and just been ruining myself. I tried everything to forget about you, but there’s only you.”

I could feel myself shaking some more as he spoke. “(Y/N), I’ll make things right. From this point on I’ll only love you.” He said as he started rummaging through his pockets and brought out a bunch of receipts. “Eventually drinking wasn’t enough. I realized I can’t let you go, so I went through all the dumpster of all the restaurants we went to. Knowing the rednecks in this town they haven’t picked up the trash and I was able to find most of the receipts we had on our dates.”

“How do you know they’re ours?”

“I remember what meals you’ve ordered.” Craig said as he faced the receipts and started saying each dish I’ve ordered. Ever single one of them hit the mark. “How do you remember all this.”

“I knew which one you liked. While we were off I went out to collect everything that reminded me of you. Even the blanket you threw out.” As soon as he mentioned that blanket I found myself slapping him. That blanket was from the night that we first--

“How could you do that to me knowing full well that you were just usin--”

“At during that time, before and after I loved you. I didn’t do it just to play with you.” He said as he held my hand closer to his chest and said “I have never loved a woman as much as you. I regret what I did and I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but please give me one more chance.” As he said those words I noticed his hands, they were covered with bruises and bandages, he really went looking for those receipts.

“I’m so stupid.”

Craig raised a brow as I said those words. “I still love you, but I’m scared of going out with you again.” for a second I saw Craig’s eyes show a sign of remorse. I could have seen the look on his face a bit longer, but I felt his arms wrap around me and he hid my face on his chest. “I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you again.” As Craig said that I could hear his voice crack and at the corner of my eye I could see Clyde pushing people away from us. “I love you. Please give me another chance.”

“Fuck up one more time, Tucker and It’ll be the end forever.” I said as I broke the hug as to look at him. “Never again.” He said as he tried to pull me in for a hug. “I don’t feel comfortable with hugging you after you were just making out with someone else.” I said as I moved back. “Sorry.” He apologized. “I’ll take my time this time.” Craig said.

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