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sanchoyo · 2 years

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arc v 15-22 thoughts!!

-i forgot to say it last post, but i really really love the first op! and the ost in general is rly rly good. going to be very sad when they change the op eventually (prob around the ep 25-35 mark im guessing?) -its so funny yuya doesnt wear his school uniform at all except kinda slinging the jacket over his shoulders. all the other male students have pants that match their jacket! but fuck it hes the protag, he can wear his cargos I guess! -tbh glad shingo pointed out its unfair only yuya has pendulum cards, lol. true. (the fact yuya is upset reiji had them was bullshit! u have protag privilege! u dont even know where the cards came from! be more concerned about that!)

-shingo in general is kinda a Silly Guy and I like him more each time we see him. kinda just wanna see him and yuzu interact more too…when she yelled at him. and he still came up to tell yuya to stop eating gross infront of a 'lady'…hes a feminist king! -LMAO STRONG ISHIMA QUIT TO GO TRAIN OVERSEAS AFTER LOSING TO A 14 YR OLD. feel so bad for that guy ngl hope he comes back at some point -ok how did i not notice the xyz course student at lds has a big dipper head piece/star theme….thats SUCH a funny detail in reference to zexal? pls. not going to remember this charas name bc masumi is clearly the leader of their lil pack but I love it -very cool yuzu gets her own rival (assuming masumi will be?) and training arc moment, but also, she should already KNOW fusion! her dad! is a duel teacher! -sora being lke 'is this allowed? is this allowed?' when helping yuzu..LMAO whos boots are u licking. be an ally to yuzu and HELP her if she wants it -yuzu having a magical accessory like all the main ygo charas!! tbh shes the main character. To Me -yuyas mom having a million pets is SO CUTE. finally a protag with pets. and who is a clown. relatable. tho i dont like him rushing his mom to make pancakes or being fussy abt breakfast!! ur 14 dude just make ur own pancakes if u want some!!! good god

-the lil gang of kids that follow yuya around i am trying sooo hard not to be annoyed by them but by god are they annoying me anyway -MICHIOOOOO IS SO CUTE. FRECKLES. ALSO HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK!!! i love seeing hobbies outside of dueling in ygo lol. also his fans being housewives is like, kind of uncomfortable? his cards are cute tho, love the food theme. truly character of all time (I can already tell we'll probably never see him again RIP i hate ygo for making me attached to minor charas) -god this is so fucked up. duelists on motorcycles and xyz duelists shouldnt be fighitng they should be kissing -sora eating breakfast lunch and dinner at yuyas is so funny. freeloader king. but why did he put chocolate on sardines. what the fuck! -aaaaah yuzu not wanting to learn fusion from her dad is bc she feels like a burden to his school and feels protective over it? god her plight to get stronger and her mystery bracelet stuff IS SO much more interesting than w/e yuya's 'i have to duel 5 ppl to get in a tournament to become a pro' stuff is! shes fr the protag in my heart! -oh My God theyre putting people In The Cards. yugi grampa moment! reiji is SO chill about it like 'oh huh. ppl got sealed into cards. well, cant fix it just yet. huh. anyway. lets start working on that I Guess.' LIKE DUDE. sweet that he seems to actually care but hes SO calm -reiji's moms snake shoes fuck severely -reiji defending yuyas honor to the congressman dude is so sweet. he doesnt really KNOW yuya isnt behind any of the attacks (but like, we Know he Isnt) -…yuya admitted hes bad at science and math! a ygo protag whos bad at math!!! the duel disks must do damage calculation automatically lol, thank god for that -'yuya doesnt even know merci!!!!' boy hes not about to know mercy in this duel shut up. why would he need to know random french phrases theyre in japan arent they -ok. the whole thing nico told yuya 'its your JOB to make ppl happy as a pro, you HAVE to go beyond expectations'…feels very apt to compare this to a parasocial celeb type relationship situation. ppl always expect him to be Happy and Entertain them (and to an extent hes always playing into it…) it rly feels like a bad extension of the 'laugh when u want to cry!' emotional suppression and masking and it feels BAD man. feels like its going nowhere good! -yuzu and soras friendship is growing on me SO Much im gonna be SO mad when hes outed as a snake -masumi and yuzu moment!!!! gay asf to have a rival!!!! but god yuzu rly is being the protag for ME. she has a bff (sora) and a rival!!! dude!!! yuya ya girl is stealing the show for me!!!

- im sick of these MEN KNOCKING HER OUT OF THE WAY (LITRALLY THIS TIME) AAAH!!!! BITCH GO AWAY I WANTED TO SEE THE GIRLS DUEL!!! (syun?? ute??? these have to be mispellings of their names right. i googled them and its shun and yuto. which. yu name. 3rd protag after yuzu and yuya. better to call them this than 'emo yuya' lol) -anyway shun got punched in the stomach by yuto and CRUMBLED like a wet paper bag and yuto tossed him over his shoulder LMAO. and sora challenges him of course. HEAVEN FORBID we let yuzu duel here. christ she almost got to duel!!! we were so close!!! her bracelet seems to be just teleporting xyz boy all over the place -mieru and cathy would be besties omg her vibes! spooky lil tarot girl! (also, to enter the same tournament as yuya I assume shes at least 12-13 despite looking like. 9-10…right…since the younger kids made the comment they couldnt enter bc of their age…so her crush on yuya isnt actually So Weird right…sighs at anime always making girls look weirdly young) -BUT MIERU FOR REAL USING YGO CARDS FOR TAROT READINGS IS OBJECTIVELY HILARIOUS JKDKJAHKJN OK GIRL!!! i want her to read my fortune or whatever like tell me what house my suns are in -'your future is wrapped in darkness' no shit hes a ygo protag! ofc he will go thru some shit! itll be fiiiine in the end tho girl im not worried. (she continues to hammer in the fact hes doomed and draws the tower for him LMAO)

#id watch more tonight but. i have to go to the hospital for tesssstttts tomorrow :( dont wanna. wanna stay home and watch ygo.#aaaugh #arc v #sanchoyorambles #ygo #sanchoyo liveblogs arc v

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rafikisboy · 2 years

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tumblr won’t let me answer my asks, so I’m doing it here instead

Hi Bug!!! Thank you so much for sending these in!! ^//^ Bouquet: He wouldn't have one! He has very little actual regard for anything outside of himself, especially if it's not anything he can use to further his goals, so even the concept of having a favorite flower has probably never even crossed his mind! ------------------- Crush: It probably took him a long time to notice (at least from a human point of view; I have no idea how time passes for someone like him). But when he finally did actually notice that he was feeling unusually attached, he was probably equal parts amused and disgusted, tbh. I mean, that's kind of like a human developing a fondness for a single individual ant; he'd think it was sad and gross and hilarious and pitiful, and I think he would do his fuckin' best to never address or linger on those feelings EVER. Why waste time and energy muddling over the 'how' and 'why'-- or, god forbid, try to categorize or label it? There's no chains on him, baby! He'd just let it happen, maybe laugh over it sometimes, (probably get pissed over it in secret now and again) and maybe show me some favoritism from time to time (not that I'd ever need to know about that. What I don't know can't give me a big head!) --------------------- Date Night: I WANT TO DANCE WITH HIM. I WANT HIM TO TEACH ME HOW TO PARTY, SO, SO BADLY. I grew up stewing in so much anxiety and self-consciousness and self-hatred that I literally can't even remember the last time I cut loose; maybe never? And definitely not since I was a little kid. But Bill doesn't have those hang-ups! He doesn't let anything stop him! If he thinks something would be fun, he just does it! And no one else's opinion matters to him, because he's the center of his own world, so there's nothing holding him back from going just absolutely HOGGGG-WIIIIIILD And so I just think it would be amazing, to finally have a person and a place that I could just...have fun with. No rules. No societal expectations. No outside opinions! I could drink and scream and dance like shit and trip over my own feet, and not have to worry about masking, cuz Bill likes freaks and weirdos, so I'd finally fit right in. (And no one could ever say or do a goddamn thing about it, because Bill's the boss and if you crash his party, you get turned into a pile of salami.) --------------------- Hand Holding: Tbh, he doesn't really get it! It's been one trillion years (roughly) since he's had a physical form of his own, and based on some of the comments he made when possessing Dipper, it's implied that he may not be able to feel things at all(?), in a tactile sense. So, yeah, he can be touchy-feely, but I don't know that he really gets much out of it, other than using it to invade peoples' personal space and annoy them/make them uncomfortable. I, however...am very tactile, so odds are that I'd be the one initiating touch, most of the time! And he probably usually tolerates it, and even returns the gesture, if he's in a playful mood! ---------------------- Love Letters: Oh, he is TERRIBLE at expressing his feelings. Unless it's anger, amusement, or self-satisfaction, I get the sense that he is massively emotionally constipated. His runaway ego really gets in the way. I don't think he'd ever go so far as to say, 'I love you', and I'm okay with that! I just don't think he loves like a human does, but he's definitely capable of feeling fondness (even if that fondness is usually selfish). All I really want is for him to enjoy my company, genuinely; whether he sees me as a partner, or a lackey, or a pet-- or even just, like, a cool bug he found walking around on the sidewalk and stopped to watch for a while. He shows his fondness just by letting me hang out with him! And by letting me touch him-- maybe even inviting it, sometimes!-- and by humoring me, and laughing at my stupid jokes, and just generally tolerating my hopeless, clumsy human-ness. (And by maybe even becoming kind of endeared by that, in its own way.) It's really not an honor that he affords to most people! Fleshbags are a dime a dozen; I'm a very lucky guy!!

#ask memes /#bill #long post /#GOD THIS GOT SO FUCKING LONG I AM SO SO SORRY #I WOULD WRITE ESSAYS ABOUT HIM IF GIVEN THE CHANCE #THANK YOU AGAIN BUG YOU'RE AN ANGEL

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pchelaus · 2 years

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shoutout to @thatonegayship‘s tags

#i pour some wine into a glass #sit in a armchair near fireplace #open tumblr and read those long ass tags as some kind of belletristic literature #billdip #also thinking about bill trying to take a bite of dipper's head #actually just wants to scare him #ends up drooling all over him #dipper is very annoyed and grossed out

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agftheorist · 3 years

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Simple Man With Eager Ears

•Part 1•

Summary: A simple man with eager ears, may trust the whispers that he hears... What if on Roadside Attraction, there were more than meets the eye?

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'Just one last time', Stan thought as he packed the last one of the baskets. Was it Dipper's? Stan realized he didn't wanna know what kind of things the kid would bring. He just hoped it didn't contain anything of his brother's doing. Those attractions would give both of the kids enough weirdness.

"Alright, kids, none of your parents are lawyers right? Then be ready for a... uh, 'Stan Pines Special Roadtrip!'. That's right, the trip's completely and utterly legal."

The twins were whispering at each other. After that, Dipper seemed nervous. He assumed it was probably because him and him refusing to come with them. Oh, but of course, he had to be 'busy with the damaged he's done'.

Stan glanced at his home one more time just to be sure everything was okay. No, this wasn't his home, as Ford have 'gently' reminded him. This only made him think about the end of the summer once more. And what would it bring to both of them. At least he could spend this trip to have good time with the kids.

'One last time', he thought as he drove the car. The last annual roadtrip of the twenty five before. His last chance to bond with the kids. It might even mean his last chance to redrive all those roads in case he would ever need a 'quick escape'...

"OHMAGOSH!! Grunkle Stan!! I just saw a puppy with FOUR heads! Can I please pet him? Please please please..."

Well, that took Stan out of his train of thoughts.

"Sweetie, we're on a schedule. Besides, it's probably wild and rabid and-"

"Pleaseeee?"

"Oh please, not those puppy eyes..."

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"Wow look at this! He ate four marshmallows at once!"

"How do you know it's a 'he'? Maybe two heads are female and the other two is..."

"Ew Dipper, that's gross!"

They all seemed so busy with the fake of a Kerberus and Stan decided that he could use a little rest.

As he laid down on a back seat, he immediately fell asleep. Which surprised even him, when you think about the noise Mabel and her crew was doing.

There was a long and empty road in Stan Pines' dream. Well, empty except his beloved Stanleymobile. The sky was dark blue, it was hard to tell if it was dawn or evening.

It seemed weird at first. He never gave thought on it before, but lucid dreams were something he occasionally had. However, that one was even more realistic than those. As if he suddenly had a time travel and he was at the end of the summer, leaving his old 'home' for what?

"The roadtrip must've really got me... I would do better if I had a map or-"

Then the radio opened on its own and Stan heard the voice of the male reporter. It was too familiar to Toby Determined's voice that it was almost painful.

"On the local news, ladies and gentlemen, yesterday we've reached some shocking news. Apparently, Stanford Pines was not the man we thought he was for the last thirty years.-"

Wait- What! How did they learned this?

"The real Stanford Pines, was kept in such conditions that he was merely more than a hostage, by his own brother Stanley Pines, the filthy man who faked his own death and took his honest brother's home and identity!"

Now What Was That!? Ford would never-ever blame it all on him! He gave him back his identity and home, what else did he want? His soul?

"The kids! They know the truth! They will tell everyone that Ford lied about me!"

Then this must be why he's in his car, fleeing in such a time of the day. It had been long since the control of the dream left his hands.

He could swear he had a heart attack in his dream (was that even possible?) when he heard the police sirens behind him.

"No-No! I have to find the kids! Soos! They know I didn't do that! I would never-"

"NO!"

Stan woke up in cold sweat. His first instinct was look out to the kids. They were safe, thanks god.

He sat on the driver's seat started thinking about it. Yes he had some scenarios about how would Ford explain his mood, intelligence and six fingers to the rest of the world, but he would never-

'How do you know?' That annoying voice in his head asked. 'He hadn't seen you for thirty years, doing god knows what, meanwhile you've spent your life for him. And he doesn't seem very grateful for that...'

He sighed and hated himself for not being able to have an answer to that.

Around five minutes later, everyone was safe in the car once again. As it turned out, the dog has some kind of a super hearing ability and then flew away with using all his ears like a helicopter.

They all were peacefully sleeping in thirty minutes, except Stan who was still thinking about his latest dream.

#simple man with eager ears #gravity falls #gravityfalls #bill cipher #stanley pines #stanford pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #gravity falls fanfic #fanfic #my post #my fic

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goodomensblog · 4 years

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Afterward - Part 18

A Good Omens Choose Your Own Adventure Fic

Here’s how it works:

I’ll write a scene.

At the end of each scene, you’ll be presented with 2-3 options for what the characters will choose to do next.

Comment or reblog to vote for your choice. I’ll count all votes after the first 24 hours after each update is posted.

Read: 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, part 15, part 16, part 17

(#3 wins! Once again, we’re going with the most chaotic option and I am here for it)

Afterward - - - Part 18

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It is late, and the streets of London are quiet and tired when the Bentley growls into the barren parking lot. Overhead, garish yellow arches glow, a lackluster flickering beacon in the darkness.

Aziraphale glances up - and then back at the restaurant, and heaves a long, deep sigh. “Oh dear.”

“Oh fuck yes,” Beelzebub crows, sitting up.

“McDonald’s,” Gabriel says, voice flat with disinterest. “Is that one of yours...?”

“Oh yeah, yep,” Crowley answers, steering them into the drive through. The giant, back-lit menu bathes the passengers of the car in a dull, white glow.

By the time Crowley remembers to roll down the window, the speaker is crackling and hissing and a tired voice is saying, “-your order. Would you like to try our new Triple Grand Big Mac? It comes with triple the bacon and triple the cheese.”

“Just uh, give us a sec please,” Crowley says, and looks to Aziraphale first. “Angel, what do you-”

“I want the new Triple Grand Big Mac!” Beelzebub says, leaning over the front seat. Dark blood is still dripping down the side of their face, and Crowley recoils as it splatters on the car’s dark leather.

“Watch it with the blood!”

Shifting to see around Beelzebub, Aziraphale sighs and hums, fidgeting as he looks at the menu. “Well...perhaps the wrap? Hm...no. No. Never mind.”

Crowley feels hot breath horrifyingly near to the base of his neck, and glances back to see Gabriel’s awful face pressing up on his right, attempting to peer out the driver’s side window.

“What the hell, Gabriel!” Crowley snarls, jerking back - only to bump into Beelzebub, who is still very much leaking blood. “Oh, come on - gross.”

“What is...a McFlurry?” Gabriel asks ponderously from Crowley’s right, as Beelzebub shouts, “And I want one hundred chicken nuggets!”

“Listen,” Crowley replies, grimacing as he wipes blood off his shoulder, “they’re not gonna be able to make a hundred chicken nuggets. It’ll take too long-”

“Perhaps...the veggie dippers?” Aziraphale mutters and shudders. “Though maybe it would be best if-”

“Um - excuse me?” The voice from the speaker crackles. “Do you, uh, need help, sir?”

“No, no - we’re-”

“Yes,” Gabriel says, interrupting. “Listen. My body is a temple, and I will only soil it with the purest nutriments. Do you understand?”

From the speaker, comes a long, buzzing silence.

“So you’re um...like a vegan?”

“Veeegan,” Gabriel says, sounding it out.

“Oh my God,” Crowley groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I want fifty cheeseburger Happy Meals,” Beelzebub demands, leaning over Crowley. “And don’t you dare leave out the toys!”

“Sorry? You want fifty-”

“Do you think they could make me a deconstructed burger?” Aziraphale muses.

“If I am going to debase myself with food, it must be organic, sugar free, have no preservatives, be keto friendly-”

“And give me forty-five ice cream cones - with the flakes!”

“Excuse me - what?!”

“-of course no trans fats, no GMOs, no partially hydrogenated soybean oil-”

“...perhaps I could request they leave off the pickles. The acidity really does tend to bring down the entire flavor profile-”

“-and seventy no - eighty hash browns! I want them double fried, no triple-”

“That is….ENOUGH!” Crowley shouts, laying his hand on the horn; and finally, the car’s passengers go completely and mercifully silent.

“...sir?” The voice from the speaker squeaks out, hesitant.

“Yeah, sorry about all that. I’m ready now.”

Ten minutes later, the Bentley rolls out of the drive through.

Aziraphale sits, lips pursed, with a salad in his lap and a large milkshake balanced between his knees. Beelzebub is slouched with several greasy boxes of nuggets between their legs and an ice cream cone in each fist. Beside them, Gabriel sits, lips curling in disgust as he peers suspiciously at the baggies of baby carrots scattered over his lap.

Crowley, black coffee in hand and a small, greasy bag of fries set beside him, takes a long, slow sip of the drink. He clears his throat, and says with a measure of defeat, “Okay, yeah, fine - I’ll pop over to the store later to get us some better food.”

“Oh thank Heavens,” Aziraphale sighs; giving Crowley a conciliatory smile, he takes a dainty sip of his shake.

By the time they pull up in front of the bookshop, the car is littered with fast food wrappers, and Crowley sits in his seat, glaring, until quick hands snatch up the trash.

“Thank you,” he mutters, and shoves open the door.

So eager is Crowley to return to the well worn sofas and sleepy warmth of Aziraphale’s bookshop, that he doesn’t even consider the possibility of enemies or traps until his hand is on the door.

Fingers twisting around door handles, he halts. Aziraphale bumps into his back with a muffled noise of shock.

“Crowley-?” Aziraphale asks, pressing a warm, steady hand against his back.

Lowering his glasses, Crowley shifts to the side and takes a long, scrutinizing look through the dim windows.

It’s unlikely that Entropy would know to find them here. But...they’d underestimated the void creature before - and they were in no shape to fight their way out of a trap.

“Wait here,” Crowley says, glancing back at Aziraphale. “I’m gonna check it out. Make sure no one’s lying in wait.”

“Not by yourself, you’re not!” Aziraphale protests, reaching for his arm.

Crowley turns a considering look at the company crowding his back.

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Before they can retreat into the safety of Aziraphale’s bookshop, Crowley needs to verify that it IS actually still safe and there aren’t traps or enemies lying in wait. Aziraphale insists that he shouldn’t go alone, and Crowley decides…

To take Aziraphale with him to check the shop for dangers. Aziraphale is injured, but a part of Crowley would rather they stick together. Besides, if something is lying in wait, Crowley would give his life before he allowed harm to come to Aziraphale. Team Ineffable Husbands is a go!

To take Gabriel with him to check the shop for dangers. Okay, yes, Crowley does technically hate Gabriel. But Gabriel is less injured than both Aziraphale and Beelzebub, and the archangel does still have an ethereal sword up his metaphysical sleeve. Crowley is willing to put up with Gabriel if it means keeping Aziraphale out of harm’s way. Team Inimical Assholes is a go!

To take Beelzebub with him to check the shop for dangers. Beelzebub annoys Crowley slightly less than Gabriel, and despite their injuries, Beelzebub is a powerful ally to have in a fight and seems to have a nose for sniffing out enemies. Team Awkward Demons is a go!

To go in alone, despite Aziraphale’s protests. Aziraphale is injured and Crowley would rather face any potential traps knowing that Aziraphale is safely out of harm’s way. He doesn’t need backup anyway. Team... just Crowley is a go!

Please comment or reblog to vote! :)

And yes, McDonald’s does actually sell tiny baggies of carrots.

Part 19

#my writing #choose your own adventure #choose your own adventure fic #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #crowley #aziraphale #good omens beelzebub #good omens gabriel #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands fic #good omens #good omens fanfiction #multi-chapter fic

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tarantulas4davey · 4 years

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okay hi??? thank u for appreciating the space nerds????? i just love em a lot ok me al and rai worked really hard on the nasa au (we did not. we talked about it for like an hour and half of it was specs committing race slander but it's honest work)

feel free to ✨share ur thoughts with the class✨ about it anytime you want cause i am absolutely Useless when it comes to this au, i am clueless to anything that doesn't revolve around theatre or greek mythology (you can imagine how hyped i was about hadestowm lmao) so nasa is,,,,,,, a little out of my limits,,, but i did it for ralbert cause they deserve it

interesting thought tho. i should make a greek mythology au.

yea that's all thank u for being cool :)

omg hi !! i absolutely adore it !! i write kind of a lot for them, obviously, but i just get like,,,,, SO hype about aus and well done stories and things. i’m a simple being with simple needs and the space nerds au fit thats beautifully 👏

im like,,,,,, a very lowkey space nerd?? i’m a HIGHKEY theater and greek myth nerd (that au IS a thought you should act on cause that’s ✨✨) but most of the thoughts my brain thunk up is just,,,, cute ralbert things cause i get REALLY hyper focused on them tbh

ofc ! ik people saying nice things about my work and stuff when thats genuinely what they’re thinking is always encouraging for me to keep writing (even if i wouldn’t stop writing if everyone hated it cause ✨i cannot stop talking✨) but yee. you’re always so sweet about my writing so i though i’d share the appreciation :)

if you haven’t yet, go read the original post here cause i love it,,,, like a lot :)) so yeah <3

alright to it’s time to ✨share the thoughts with the class✨ cause there’s a lot of them

- so,,,, nasa hasn’t exactly figured out intergalactic cell phones yet, obviously, but because they both work at the same place (in almost the same job, albert just goes into the field and race works from the office, so to speak) albert can send little video diaries for race and race can send little home updates for al so they’re not COMPLETELY out of the loop when they see eachother again

- the same way that albert seemingly doesn’t understand basic geography, race shows al a picture of him and the night when he finally comes home like “babe i think you blinked” and albert’s brain full of constellation knowledge just short circuits like “i- that’s the big dipper wha- wrong side of the planet hon 🤚” like he didn’t JUST send picture of him and africa like ‘your hair looks weird in this one’ dhshdhd

- as we’ve mentioned, they’re disgustingly cute. every person not in a relationship of some kind vaguely avoids them for at least a week after al gets home cause they’re just SO mushy. luckily most of their friend group is either ace/aro or in a relationship so it’s not too bad, but even they can’t always handle the ridiculousness that IS ralbert right after al gets back

- albert was interviewed by some fancy magazine because,,,, hes an astronaut, hello??? and the whole thing was basically just him rambling about race. he mentions him no less than 12 times, goes on a tangent about how they both work at nasa but have been together since way before that, and generally just how in love with him he is. the headline is something super gross and annoying about al being the first openly gay astronaut and al acts like he didn’t know what happened but specs was in the room and he’s like “👁👄👁 you talked about actually BEING an astronaut for 5 minutes before you got sidetracked by the idea of race’s face.”

- race still gets his work done, but specs is honestly impressed by race’s ability to just,,,,, miss his boyfriend for 6 months every year. for the first month or so he’s nearly inconsolable but throws himself into his work, even if it’s not as well done as when al is home. and then he’s just vaguely sulky for the next 4 months, and only gets super race-like and energetic when he gets video diaries from albert. and for the last month he straight up doesn’t sleep for most of it cause he’s too excited for al to be home but also so DONE with waiting to see him again. he’s an extrovert and has been around albert almost his entire life, he genuinely isn’t the same when he’s not around.

- race is in albert’s phone as ‘my home’ and albert is in race phone as ‘my star’ and i hate them both in the most loving way possible. also as much shit as they gave the other for those pictures, al’s lockscreen is still race and the big dipper, and race’s is still albert and africa.

i think that’s all i got for them for now, but i’ll probably think up some other things about these guys at some point cause i just,,,,,, adore them. thank you so much for like,,,, creating this and asking me to share my thoughts cause i love them and have many thoughts about stuff like this all the time ✨

#newsies #livesies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #never not read the tags #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #space nerds tag #they !!!!#nasa ralbert #i would die for both of them in a heartbeat #chandler’s ✨losing it✨

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detectivejigsawpines · 4 years

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Ford vs. His Family-part 1 (Breaking of the fellowship)

In which Mabel’s hearing is better than she lets on, and Ford has underestimated the significance of family to Dipper; as a result, Weirdmageddon is averted, but there is still a rift in dire need of healing.

“Mabel!” Dipper burst into the attic room, overflowing with excitement. “I just had the best day of my life! UFOs are real and there's one under the town and I saved Great Uncle Ford’s life and- and…”

He finally noticed that Mabel was lying unnaturally still (as in, lying still at all) on her bed, not acknowledging him. She hadn’t even looked up when he ran in. His ebullience began to be replaced by confusion. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Tell me it’s not true, Dipper,” Mabel whispered. Slowly she sat up. “Tell me you were joking!”

In her hand was the walkie-talkie, still crackling with static.

Dipper gasped; he hadn’t realized that it had started working again!

Before he could speak, Mabel went on, “Ford’s apprentice? Seriously?”

He sighed. “Look, I’ve been thinking and...this is a huge opportunity for me.”

As he spoke, Mabel huddled in on herself, clamping her hands over her ears like that could make this not real. Then she exploded, with tears in her eyes, “Well it’s a horrible opportunity for me!”

Dipper flinched; he hadn’t realized that she would get so upset by this. No-she didn’t just sound upset. She sounded... betrayed.

“I had the worst day of my life!” Mabel ranted, jumping off her bed and walking away towards the middle of their room. “When we turn thirteen, the summer ends, and I have to leave everything behind!” She whirled on him, pointing. “You’re the only person I can count on, and now you’re leaving me too? So me and Grunkle Stan are both gonna lose our brothers?!”

“Wh-what?” Dipper blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Mabel sniffled, and wiped her eyes on her sweater sleeve. “I-I-when they were talking after he first came back, Ford told Grunkle Stan that he has to give him the house back at the end of the summer. I didn’t wanna believe it-I thought they’d work things out and stop fighting by now. But this-this just confirms it-he’s using you to replace Grunkle Stan!”

Dipper’s stomach dropped even worse than it had when he’d first seen the drone come to life. “No-no, that can’t be right. Great Uncle Ford wouldn’t do that.”

“Ask him!” Mabel challenged, eyes filling with tears again. “Ask him if you don’t believe me!”

Dipper glanced uncertainly over at his backpack, where the rift was.

********

Ford had just finished setting things up to seal the rift and finally make things safe from Bill (at least until or unless he could design a more permanent solution), when he heard the sound of very young feet walking down the stairs.

“Let me guess,” he said without turning around, “Mabel didn’t take it well.”

There was a brief silence. Then Dipper blurted, “Are you planning to kick out Grunkle Stan?”

The old scientist nearly dropped his equipment, and had to fumble to catch it. He turned around, and saw Dipper standing there with his backpack clutched in his arms, actually looking like a twelve-year-old for once.

For a moment, Ford’s thought processes froze, and he was surprised to feel a pang of something that might have been guilt or nervousness in his chest. Either way, he was annoyed by it, and tried to squelch it. But it was hard when the boy was still standing there staring at him, waiting for an answer...and looking increasingly crushed as none came.

At last Ford swallowed and said, “That-I wouldn’t put it quite like-that’s not important right now. Dipper, I-I need you to hand me the rift so we can deal with this-”

“How can you do that to him?”

Dipper’s voice was starting to rise and tremble violently, and his hands were shaking. “And why-you weren’t even gonna tell me about that when you asked me to be your apprentice?” Now his eyebrows drew together, and his volume increased. “What, were you hoping I’d be so excited about everything I’d be learning from you that I just wouldn’t notice he wasn’t around anymore?!”

“No, I thought you would understand that I’m putting an end to my brother’s farcical scam that’s been going on for far too long!”

Dipper recoiled, looking like he’d been slapped with words.

Ford barely had time to process that there was actual hurt in his nephew’s eyes, before he glared, and stomped forward, yanking the rift from his backpack and shoving it into Ford’s chest.

“You can keep your dumb mysteries,” he whispered venomously. “I’m going back to Piedmont with Mabel. Because yeah, she can be kind of annoying and insensitive sometimes, but she is not suffocating. She’s my sister.”

And without another word, he turned and rushed back upstairs, slamming the door behind him.

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The attic door opened for the second time that evening-but it was a very different boy who came slowly inside, kicking it shut with his heel and letting his backpack slip off his shoulder onto the floor.

Mabel could tell from his expression that he’d just been to see Ford, and what she’d heard had been true. And a nasty, vindictive voice in the back of her mind kind of wanted to say “I told you so.”

Except Dipper looked so crushed that immediately she felt bad for the thought, and let it vanish like a wisp of cotton candy in the wind.

She got off her bed and went over to her brother, putting a tentative hand on his shoulder.

“Dipper? You okay?”

His mouth trembled, and he closed his eyes to keep her from seeing the tears starting to form.

Mabel wrapped her arms around her brother.

“Oh man, I’m sorry, Dipper. I know you were excited about the possibility of staying here-”

She stopped talking when Dipper began sobbing, and just rocked back and forth, trying to soothe him.

“I can’t believe I thought he was so great,” Dipper whispered sometime later, moping on his bed with Mabel at his side. “I mean-he acts so cool! He likes D,D&D, we can talk for hours about all the science and supernatural stuff that puts you and Grunkle Stan to sleep, he can pull off wearing a trench coat and turtleneck in the middle of summer-and all this time he was planning on-this.”

His shoulders drooped miserably.

“Dipper…” Mabel gave him another hug. “He’s still pretty cool. He’s just also kind of a poophead.”

To her relief, that finally got her brother to laugh a little. But it didn’t last long before he was sighing again, and staring gloomily at his knees. “We need to do something to help Grunkle Stan. He’s too old to go back on the streets.”

She cringed at the very idea of her favorite (she had decided that right now he was definitely her favorite, and likely to stay that way for the foreseeable future) grunkle being alone again; because even though he’d claimed he was fine after getting kicked out, something told her that he was lying. And then her eyes brightened.

“I have a brilliant-beyond-brilliant idea!”

********

Stan came back inside from putting up more signs advertising the Mystery Shack, massaging his back in the spot that always seemed to be getting sore nowadays.

Moses, there were times when he hated being old and decrepit.

With a sigh he headed for the fridge and grabbed a Pitt, wondering if the two nerds were back from their little trip yet. If they’d deign to descend from on high (metaphorically, since their typical meeting place was in the opposite direction-heh, there was some great joke material there) to mingle with common folk like him and-

“Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Stan!”

The chorus of young voices was soon enough followed by just the gremlins he’d been thinking about. Dipper, he noticed, was looking kind of banged up, and he felt his protective instincts bristle.

I ask one thing of you, Stanford. ONE THING!

“What the heck happened ta you?” he asked, looking Dipper over with concern.

And to his horror, the kid’s eyes watered...before he lunged at Stan and threw his arms around his waist.

This time, Stan didn’t try to make any kind of jokes or write this off somehow. Not when he suddenly felt his shirt growing damp, and saw that the kid's shoulders were shaking. He just looked over at Mabel for some kind of explanation, while putting his hand on Dipper’s head and awkwardly petting his hair.

“Hey, what-what’s the matter, huh?”

Mabel came and hugged him too. “We know that Great Uncle Ford’s gonna throw you out at the end of the summer, Grunkle Stan,” she said.

Stan cringed. “What’re you-”

“You don’t have to pretend,” Dipper murmured, voice muffled against his jacket. “He admitted it already. We’re so-so sorry.”

At last Stan stopped just standing there awkwardly, and put his arms around them both.

****

When the kids had both calmed down somewhat Stan got them all settled around the kitchen table, with sodas for everyone, and the whole story came out-from the rift created by the portal, to Ford’s offer for Dipper to stay. The last one in particular had Stan resisting the urge to bring out his bat and see if Ford could dodge getting it in the teeth (he figured it was even odds; for someone who was supposed to be such an awesome butt-kicking space traveler now, Ford had still needed to be rescued twice ever since he came home, so he wasn’t as great as he thought he was). He resisted in lieu of checking the kid over to make sure he wasn’t banged up too badly. To his relief, it was mostly just a few scrapes and bruises, easily taken care of.

“...So we came up with a better idea,” Mabel said as Stan sat down, and took a gulp of his soda. “We think that at the end of the summer, you should come back to Piedmont to live with us!”

She got a blast of Pitt cola in the face, but Stan was too busy gasping for air to appreciate the perfect comedic timing.

“Sorry,” he said after he got his breathing under control.

“It’s okay,” Mabel assured him as she rinsed her hair out in the sink, “my soda was empty anyway, I needed a fresh drink.”

“Gross, Mabel, that was in his mouth!” Dipper pointed out. “It was probably all full of old man backwash!”

“Hey, watch it!” Stan scolded.

They all laughed, before he sighed and got back to the point. “Kids...I don’t think your parents really want a grumpy old codger leaching off them.”

“Oh come on,” Mabel argued, coming back to the table. “They’d understand! You can tell them that you’ve retired and want to spend more time with us!”

Stan shook his head. “It ain’t that simple, sweetie. Besides, I can handle myself-I’ve done it before.”

“But you shouldn’t have to, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel put her hand on his arm. “You’re our family, and we wanna help you out.”

“Yeah, maybe you could start a new mystery shack downtown!” Dipper grabbed his notepad and pen, and flipped to some pages where it looked like he’d actually started turning this into a plan. “Or a novelty shop-that way you wouldn’t be leaching at all, you’d be earning your keep! If you really wanted to, you could just stay with us until you earned enough money to get a place nearby or something!”

Stan...got a little glitter in his eyes again.

“I’ll haveta think about it,” he murmured.

The kids cheered.

********

In the gift shop, the secret door behind the vending machine slid shut.

#pre-weirdmageddon au #gravity falls #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #dipper pines #mabel pines #weirdmageddon is averted #but there is still fighting #things are different #pines family actually talking (gasp)#ford is an idiot

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toothpastecanyon · 5 years

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Belle’s Brother, Chapter 1

Huge thanks to @onlyroomforhope for betaing this chapter, she was extremely helpful! Go check out their writing, it's awesome! I highly recommend 'roses are red', it's angst as hell :D

Dipper Sterling goes to high school with his sister like a normal human boy. It's all he ever wanted in his life... and now he's going to make it stop.

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Belle came home to a demon on her bed. Alcor - not Dipper, Alcor - was lying coiled up around his schoolbag, claws sinking into her pillow and glitchy brickworked wings spread to their fullest extent, drooping off the side of the mattress and touching the floor. A low, distorted growl emanated from him.

At first she thought he might’ve gotten a whiff of yggdrasil, but when he looked up his pupils weren’t blown wide. No, they were small, and bright, and angry.

He stopped growling when he locked eyes on her, but the anger kept smouldering. It would have been an intimidating glare - if it was on anybody else, she might’ve been scared - but Belle couldn’t help but recognise that as the same sulky expression he had on after their dad refused to let him drive underaged: “I’m sorry, Dipper, I know you can drive, but I really don’t think I’d be comfortable letting you behind the wheel before you can see over it.”

(And stars, Dipper’s outraged voice going “I’m not that short!” and his face… Belle found herself snickering at the memory.)

She set her bag down on the floor and wandered over to him now.

“Hey, Dipper!” She gave a little wave. “Me and Oni missed you at lunch today! What happened, some kinda summons?”

His growl rattled the pictures on the walls. Belle made a face.

“Oof, sounds like a bad one.”

“I̺̘̰t̢ ̨w̯̣̙̤̰̰a̸̖̩͎̯̻s͓̗͓ ̮b̥̝̣a͖͔d̳̳.” Alcor looked away. ”F̼̟͎̰̭̹̝o̧̝̫r̴̼̜ ͓ț̦͈̖͉͚̗͟he̩̬̘̘̠m̯͓͚͉̟͕͡.”

The reverb in his voice - it shook through her chest, and she paused for a moment to grimace at how weird that felt. Then she shuffled closer, and nudged one of his wings. He lifted it up, and she crawled in next to him, smiling when a second later his wing came down again and enclosed the two of them in a comfy little cuddle.

And for a moment, it was quiet, and despite whatever had happened to Alcor, it was nice. It was peaceful. Her brother kept sinking his claws further and further into the pillow, but he was careful to keep his grip on her gentle; his wings felt soft and warm, and whatever his brickworked body was made of, it was nice to feel leaning against her.

She leaned in right back, and rested her head on his shoulder, and slowly, so slowly, the colours started to return to his form. He still looked like Alcor, not Dipper, but his hair was brown again and his clawed hands, now playing with a zipper on his backpack, looked less like void and more like normal, human skin.

Belle smiled at that. They stayed like that a moment longer, then she leaned in closer, and finally broke the silence.

“Hey, bro,” she said. “You know you’ve still got that ketchup stain from lunch on your shirt?”

“What?” Alcor looked down, and groaned at a little red smudge. “Oh, for god’s sake, really? That means I had it during the whole summons!”

"Hah! Don’t worry, it’s a tiny stain, I’m sure they didn’t notice.”

“But I can’t go showing up to summons with dirty shirts! I’ve got a reputation to uphold!”

“Says the dork who uses the washing machine once a year.”

“Wha- no, that’s- that’s completely different!” Alcor spluttered. “Washing clothes is a waste of time, I have stuff to do! A-and besides, I can just use some quick magic to- are you holding your nose, Belle?”

“Ewww, it smells like stinky brother in here!”

“Seriously? I’m not even human right now! Belle, I’m not even in a body right now, I can’t… oh my god, Belle. You’re the worst.”

“Love you too, Mr Stinkbender.”

They both laughed at that for a little while. Alcor trailed off first; he started fiddling with his backpack again, his smile slowly fading from his face. Belle nudged him, and he tried to bring it back when he looked at her, but the happiness was gone.

“Hey,” she murmured, quietly. “Do you, uh, wanna talk about that summons you had?” His expression darkened; quickly she added: “You don’t have to, of course you don’t have to, but I just thought-”

“No, no, yeah, I want to talk about it! Thanks, I want to talk about it, it’s just…” He rubbed his forehead. “Frustrating. Very frustrating.”

She made a face. “Yeah, I bet cultists are not fun to deal with.”

“It’s not even that the cultists are annoying! They are annoying, and summons are annoying, but…usually I don’t mind them too much?” He laughed at that, but it doesn’t sound happy. “I actually…kind of like them a lot of the time. I like getting summoned, I like getting sacrificed to, I like making de̢a͝l̕s… but that’s, uh, that’s its own problem.”

Belle watched him as he sighed, and let his hands flop down on the pillow.

“No, right now I just wish they’d stop trying to summon me during school hours.” He curled his lip. “Like seriously, I’ve put it in my answering machine when I want to be summoned but there’s always gotta be that one cult who’s decided they don’t have to follow the rules!”

“That’s so rude.”

“It is! Argh, the school called Dad last week because I’ve been pulled out of so many math classes - usually by some weirdo in a robe who thinks I’ll make him king of the world for, like, some lamb chops from the supermarket. Ugh. Then they act sooo offended when I tell them no, summon me during normal hours… Stupid humans.”

“Gross.” She wrinkled her nose. “Humans are stupid, bro. Sorry you gotta deal with them.”

His head sank down, and he muttered, “That’s not even the worst part, though.”

His voice was quiet. It had an edge to it, a cold hint of that anger from earlier, and Belle didn’t try to respond with some funny quip or sympathetic phrase; she hesitated, then, wordlessly, she slipped her hand into one of Alcor’s hands, and squeezed.

He squeezed back, and a few moments later, he spoke again.

“That’s not the worst part,” he started. “No, the worst part is…what they do to get my attention. What they offer, that I…”

Alcor squeezed her hand, hard. Almost too hard, but she sucked in a breath and let him keep talking.

“...that I can’t resist. Because it doesn’t matter what time school hours are, everybody knows there’s certain things that’ll get a demon to show up every time, and if I don’t answer my normal summons they’re not gonna try and see if they did anything wrong - nooo, they never do anything wrong, they’re special little humans.” He curled his lip. “No, they’re just gonna escalate, they’re gonna go find some other mortal who did nothing wrong and they’re gonna sacrifice that to me and all of a sudden someone’s died just because I wanted to play human for a couple hours and eat lunch with my sister and-”

“Dipper, Dipper!” Belle winced as he squeezed even harder. Alcor blinked, looked down, then let go immediately.

“Sorry, Belle! I’m so sorry!”

“No, it’s all good.” She rubbed her hand. “Sorry for cutting you off there, bro. You keep going.”

“Well, there’s not much more to say, I guess. It just…sucks. I don’t know what to do about it.”

Belle didn’t know what to do, either. Her heart hurt as she watched her brother sink down into the mattress, eyes distant, deep in thought. He played with the stuffing of her pillow for a moment; with a blink he realised what he was doing and he shoved it away.

Then, he sighed, and seemed to come to a decision.

“Belle?”

She tried for a sunny smile. “Y’ello, bro?”

Alcor turned to look at her, but his eyes didn’t quite meet her own. “I think…I think I might need to stop going to school.”

“Heh…” Belle paused as she processed what he’d just said. “Wait, what?”

“It’s not worth it. I can’t put lives on the line just because I like going to school-”

“But-but wait, it’s school! You can’t just not go to school!”

“I can.” He stared past her, and suddenly he looked very, very ancient. “I can do anything I want.”

Belle put a hand on her shoulder. “Dipper, come on. You like going to school; there’s gotta be a way to get around this! You know…what about before you found out you were- uh, before we went to Gravity Falls? You weren’t getting summoned back then!”

“It wasn’t for lack of trying.” Alcor curled his lip at a memory. “So many souls sacrificed to my answering machine - and for what, huh.”

“Well…” she struggled for words. Then, lamely: “You gotta tell Dad, at least.”

“I know.”

“You know, he’d be the one dealing with all the school stuff. You can’t, like, just stop going to school, like you and Dad’d get in trouble for that probably and-”

“I know.” There was a rumble to Alcor’s words, but it ended in a sigh. “I’ll…I wanna think on it more, okay?” He curled up tighter. “I wanna stay in school.”

Belle squeezed his shoulder.

“I just…I don’t see a way to do that, I guess. Not without getting more people hurt.”

She laid down next to him. “I’m sorry, bro. That sucks.”

“Yeah…yeah, it does.” There was a pause, and he nestled up close to her. “It does.”

And with that, they sat together in disquiet silence. Belle hugged her brother, and found it funny to realise her arm didn’t quite reach as far around his shoulders as it usually did. He was slightly bigger in this form, slightly older, and the claws tipping each one of his fingers were black as night and sharp as obsidian.

She traced her own fingers down one of them, felt the pointed edges, and looked up when Alcor let out a short snort.

“What?”

Alcor raised an eyebrow at her. “What are you doing, Belle?”

“I dunno. Doing whatever.” She yawned. “This bed’s making me sleepy, I wanna take a nap. Heh, what about you, bro?”

He didn’t say anything to that. Instead, he rolled over a little, and let his wing drape over her like a comfy blanket. His face nestled into her shoulder, and she smiled at that.

Things were weird, right now. Life was weird with a demon for a brother, and it wasn’t always the fun kind of weird - sometimes, it was this kind of weird. The kind of weird that was hard to think about, hard to solve.

The kind of weird that made Belle want to hug her brother tight and never let go, because he didn’t deserve to deal with this…

So, for a little while, she did. She fell asleep shielding him from the world, and it was nice.

For a couple of short hours, it was simply nice.

#transcendence au #belle sterling #alcor the dreambender #toothwrites

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tswwwit · 7 years

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I have no idea when the love potion thing happens! But here’s some more of it.

Three hours without Bill is possible. Beautiful, even. It’s only a matter of heading off to do something Bill thinks is boring. Or shoving Bill back in the Mindscape, where he finds far more entertainment than hanging around a grumpy human.

Unless -

Dipper feels his lower eyelid twitch -

Bill somehow senses that you don’t want him around.

Then he’s impossible to get rid of.

“Hey,” Bill says, and dangles another book in Dipper’s view. “Guess what I got from your little ‘hidden stash.’. So much for your secrets, kid.” And he leans in, very, very close. “They’re no good to you now.”

Dipper meets his demon’s eye, staring into that slit pupil. He feels hot and sick in his chest, something roils inside him.

And he hates this, he hates it so much, and he can’t-

He can’t hate Bill. Even if he wants to.

Part of him wants to wrap his arms around Bill. Bury his face in that nice, warm human chest, to feel that unnatural heart beating.

When he looks up at the stupid smug face, and reminds himself that he’s seen the truth, what Bill really is -

Another part.

The worst part.

Is that he would hug onto the hard-cornered, triangle version of his stupid asshole husband, because.

Because, fuck it, he’s warm in that form, too. And has lots of arms to hug. If he makes them. Bill’s not much into hugging, though. He’d only mock Dipper for even wanting it. Those edges wouldn’t be comfortable anyway.

Dipper buries his face in his hands.

There’s only an hour and forty minutes left, out of the three the potion should last.

And it completely fucking sucks.

Dipper hasn’t acted weird, he knows how not to. And he isn’t going to. He won’t hug onto Bill. Or kiss him. If at any point he felt the urge - he could stop himself, easily.

Bill’s pulling this bothering bullshit because Dipper’s not paying attention to him, when Bill thinks he should, and that’s something Dipper is nowhere near in the mood for.

Love potion or not, Bill’s still super annoying.

“Whoops!” Bill says brightly. He claps a hand to his cheek in surprise, as the book burns up in his hand. Ash falls onto Dipper’s lap, trickling down in a grey pile. “Guess that’s gone.”

“Mmh,” Dipper agrees. He sits in place, stares at Bill, and simply feels sick inside.

In front of him, Bill makes an annoyed noise.

Whatever. That was a duplicate book anyway. Dipper knows it, Bill knows it. He was only doing it to piss Dipper off, for burning any of his property.

Dipper can keep himself calm.

One hour and thirty-ish minutes, until this stupid thing ends. Then he’ll be over this…. Thing, and everything will be fine. It’s halfway done, and he hasn’t horribly embarrassed himself yet. In terms of bad situations, he’s already doing better than his previous records.

Something cool presses against Dipper’s forehead. He jerks back.

Bill’s glaring at him, pulls the back of his hand away from Dipper’s face. “Jeez, kid, you’re all outta sorts.” He frowns. “And you’re a little hotheaded. Caught a bug or something?”

Dipper swallows.

He doesn’t say, ‘you’re so handsome it makes my stomach do flips.’’ He doesn’t say, ‘You’re stupid, and insane, and I think that’s more interesting than I should’.

He definitely doesn’t say, ‘I think that sometimes you might care if I’m okay, and that’s.”

Something in Dipper’s chest surges. It’s gross and painful. Bill’s glaring at him like Dipper being out of sorts is some kind of personal offense.

Dipper grimaces. He can feel his stomach twitch. “I think I’m gonna puke.”

Bill recoils, standing up.fast. “You are sick! I knew it!” He points at Dipper accusingly. His eye narrows. “You do anything deadly recently?”

“Not that I know of.”

Bill sticks his tongue out in disgust. “Yeah, you wouldn’t. King of blunders, right here.” He rolls his eye, gets up. “I’m gonna get a bucket before you hurk up your stomach and ruin my outfit.”

“Okay,” Dipper says. He leans into his open palms, eyes shut. “Cool.”

Ninety more minutes. That’s all it’ll take.

If he can put up with everything else. With everything about Bill, even outside of. Any influence.

Then he can last that long.

#familiar!au #I'll link the other parts once I'm less lazy #Oh look I'm writing #Forgive me for doing this horrible thing

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fordarkisthesuede · 7 years

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JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 3)

Oh boy. This is it. The final stretch.

A New Concern: “What if he wins? It is a thought to horrible to imagine, but imagine it I must. If Bill succeeds in opening the gateway between worlds, it will result in an… Odd-pocalypse? Weird-mergency? Unsual-tastrophe? No matter. If the big day arrives, coming up with a catchy nickname for it will be the least of my worries. To prepare for this worst-case scenario, I have begun stocking my old research bunker with supplies, rations, and weapons. I also tried to choose which theoretical physics books would be most fun to spend 50 years rereading, but they’re all so great I couldn’t decide!” [Picture of the Unseen Eye with the caption “Saw this symbol again recently!”]

Hiding Spot? page: “In case of catastrophe.” [The tree leading down the bunker is shown, with a staircase winding around it to the roots, with “danger!” pointing down, ending in a rectangle with “prepare for the end” inside.] “LAST RESORT – hopefully cryonics have sustained. Watch out for Shifty.”

Page left of Security Room: “I need to stop spending time down in this bunker. I was reprogramming my security code when I could have sworn I heard someone speaking to me. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I suppose I was voted “most paranoid” in junior high, bt I thought I had gotten over that phase. Then again, maybe that’s what people wanted me to think: that I wasn’t paranoid anymore so they could start plotting against me, plotting to take my precious thoughts, my MIND-thoughts! Okay, I’ve been inhaling bunker coolant for too long. Going up for some air now.”

Security Room page: [it now says “Security Code” and has the four buttons to open the bunker highlighted and numbered.] “If I forget this, I’ll be taking a trip to the FIRST dimension!” [There’s a picture of an exit door with “don’t forget!” pointing at it.]

Bill’s Teacup page: This one’s unusual. “One of Bill’s friends… Where have I seen him?” The face is so normal that I can’t really say who it could be. Seems masculine? I mean, my best guess is Alex, but who knows for certain…?

[Edit, 4/26/18: I kept forgetting to fix this bit, but this is a reference to the “Have You Ever Dreamed of This Man?” hoax! Thanks to everybody that pointed it out! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) ]

The machine pages: “The machine was meant to create knowledge but it is TOO POWERFUL! The device if fully operational could”

My Muse Was A Monster page: All the eyes drawn here glow in the dark. It looks just as creepy as you’d imagine – especially the big one. It also says “Laseep” “ELPH EM” “sit lal vero” and “rutts on eno”. This is just normal English with rearranged letters, so it says “Asleep”* “Please” “HELP ME” “its all over” and “trust no one”.

*in my defense, I was sleepy when I first unscrambled the words, and I peeked at that “Can’t Sleep!” page...guess I knew what was on my mind that night :/

Bill Cipher pages: Spanning both pages: “If he gains physical form then all is lost!” Left page - “If he entered our dimension, what form would he take? Flesh and blood? Metal? Vinyl? Spandex? Would he be a suave, well-dressed, possibly British man in coattails? Absolutely unequivocally not. Bill is a screeching, senseless lunatic. By best guess at his physical form is something like this.” [arrow points to Ford’s idea of Bill, which is like a triangle-shaped meatball with his eye and a strange large mouth]

I love you, Alex. I really do. Getting that nod at the fandom’s general depiction of human!Bill is the greatest feelings that I didn’t know I could have - yes, we had it before, but not so directly and in a published book. It still brings that certain level of satisfaction. I’m continually amused at the jabs at it, and I still to this day love quite a few depictions of him, but more than anything I’m flattered and amazed that fan-artists can get recognition at this level in this day and age. It is truly a time to be alive. I love this book.

Right page: [the figure of the human head’s brain separated into categories reads “ego, deceit, lies, pride”.] “Counterattack strategy: ?????? A triangle is supposed to be the most stable shape in geometry, but there is nothing more unstable than this angular psychopath. The damage he’s done to my thoughts is impossible to calculate….what havoc might he have wrought?” Underneath, Bill writes: “Wanna know what I did last time I was in your mind, Sixer? I deleted the world “burden” from your vocabulary and replaced it with “sea otter”! Good luck next time you try to sound ominous, smart guy!”

You know, I’m surprised that Bill writes properly. You know, proper grammar, capitalization, punctuation… You’d think he’d be the one to write in all-caps, like he talks! I didn’t think about that before now. Weird, isn’t it?

Blank page next to Invisible Ink page: “I have decided to use invisible ink to keep away prying eyes. ANYONE could be watching me!”

Invisible ink page: [the lightbulb has rays of light coming from it as well as a normal eye in the bulb. The ink pot has invisible written on it, with splatters where ink might drip from the pot. There are a series of odd symbols drawn around it as well as a few on top of the page.] “I may provide previous pages with new secrets I have learned since originally writing them, and perhaps reviewing old passages will stabilize my rapidly dwindling sanity…”

No picture, but the page where Ford goes into town has all the townsfolk’s eyes glowing. Even Paul Bunyun’s.

Hiding Places: [doodle of journal 1] Journal 1 – Describes my first 3 years in gravity falls. Focuses on mythical beasts, geographic anomalies, and my 30-hour arm-wrestling match with a very annoying unicorn.” [doodle of journal 2] Journal 2 – The most dangerous journal! Curses, incantations & dark power became an obsession in this volume. Describes the hiding place of the mystic amulet. I buried the amulet once I learned that it corrupts your soul (and whitens your hair)!” Journal 3 – The volume I hold in my hands. Describes my embarrassing defeat at the hands of Bill and the loss of my very sanity. Also contains a pretty good drawing of a plaidypus. Will soon be bestowed upon S and hidden at the ends of the Earth (I hope).”

Hiding places page 2: Underneath the scribbled out drawing is the picture of the momentum conserver Ford made back in the seventies. Underneath it is written “what might have been…”

Trust No One page: “Can’t sleep!” Is written nine times, and trust no one is highlighted and circled.

On the page next to it, it looks exactly like the show, with several spots on the odd wheel scribbled out, the sad face over the center, and “IS THIS RIGHT? I just don’t know anymore!” written beneath it.

The next two blank pages are Bill’s: “GUESS WHO! That’s right, pal, ol’ Six Fingers just conked out, & that means Captain Bill is steering the ship! And by “STEERING THE SHIP,” I mean making Sixer slap himself over and over! HA-HA-HA! That’s right, I just wrote down the sounds of my own laughter!” [next to the next paragraph, there is a drawing of Bill pouring gasoline on a flaming planet Earth, with the strange expression of someone watering flowers and encouraging their growth.] “Now where was he? Ah, yes! Mr. Serious was saying that anyone who was smart enough to decode these messages is smart enough to get on the right side of history! And that meant joining ME, your new best friend and style consultant, Bill Cipher! All it takes is a little handshake! Ever wanted to see inside the dreams of your crush? Or crush the dreams of your enemies? Or jet someone else control your body and take the old bone-mobile for a spin? ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS SUMMON ME!”

Page 2: “And it’ s so easy! Just say the words “BILL CIPHER” three times out loud, alone in the dark. Ready? I’ll say it with you! BILL CIPHER! BILL CIPHER! BILL CIPHER! See? That wasn’t so hard! Now there’s a pathway between your mind and mine. I can see everything you can see! Sixer’s about to wake up, but the business between you and me has just begun. Let’s just say I’ll see you down the road. And if you ever get a phone call from a number that says “UNKNOWN,” pick up. Your Guy on the Inside (of Your Mind), BILL”

June 1 page (aka Dipper’s starting page]: “I discovered the Author’s black light secret! I invented some invisible ink and I’m going to try to write a few sneaky – Ugh! I spilled it! Now it’s everywhere! Oh, gross! It’s all over my pants! Ugh, this is embarrassing. I’m going to go wash it off. No black light for me. Yuck! –Dipper” [True to his word, dipper spilled the ink all over the next page, and indeed the page he was writing on. It’s like 2 giant splatter marks.

Mabel’s Smile Dip page has the “Do you like me” letter!!! I’m so tempted to check Absolutely!!! BUT I CANNOT TARNISH SUCH A TREASURE!

Bipper page: Underneath the note Bipper left is the best gift this book has given me – a caticature of Bipper. It even says “Bipper as a cat!” underneath it. All is right in the world at this moment. I couldn’t be happier. If you can, look upon that drawing and feel the joy enter your soul.

Category 11/Dipper’s page on Pacifica: (underneath the photo of Archibald Corduroy) “Roses are red, Pacifica’s blood is blue, I read what you crossed out! I’m on to you! Start combing your hair, Brother! –Mabel” Dipifica fans are now 10x happier they purchased this book – or got to read that poem!

I’m Back page: “I have found my old bottle of invisible ink! It was right where I left it 30 years ago – hidden inside the science fair trophy in my electron carpet room. Unfortunately, most of the ink is gone, and there’s a note on the bottle which reads: “Hey, dude! I tried to drink some of this and it made my tummy glow. Like Shimmery Twinkleheart! Ha ha! I think I’m gonna go lie down forever now. –Soos”

I’m Back adjacent page: “What a waste! Although, I am amazed that “soos” survivied what should have been a lethal dose of ink. He must be one of the most fit and healthy men on Earth! It’s just as well – this ink did little to keep my secrets from Bill Cipher. And I may have permanent retina damage from constantly flipping the lights on and off while trying to read my own messages. NOTE TO SELF: Invent bionic eyes. I’ll use what little ink I have left for some….private thoughts. NEW DIMENSION CHECKLIST:

Read the past 30 years of newspapers. I wonder if whales have finally made it onto land and become the dominatnt species. Also, looking forward to seeing how advanced the lasted fax machines must be!

Catch my breath – literally! I haven’t breathed the proper combination of nitrogen, oxygen, and trace vapors in years. Air is great. Really can’t overemphasize how great air is.

Order red turtleneck sweaters in bulk.

Check out The Eurythmics’ latest chart-topper!

Invent something as a sign of goodwill towards my niece and nephew. What do kids like these days? Bionic arm-lasers? Maybe a pet Cthulhu?

ILJXUH RXW ZKDW D “VLOYHU IRA” LV DQG ZKV HYHUBRQH NHHSV. FDOOLQJ PH RQH.” [Translated with Caesar -3: “Figure out what a “Silver Fox” is and why everyone keeps calling me one.”]

OMG

EVEN MORE PROOF THAT I LOVE THIS DAMN BOOK. THE LAST PAGE WHERE FORD WRITES:

“AN INITIATION: to fully complete your initiation as an honorary Pines, there is one final task - to place your hand on this page, hold it while you charge up the black light and then remove your hand. See what happens? Welcome to the family! Zh’yh ehhq zdlqlqj iru brx – Stanford”

If that didn’t rip your heart out, translated with Caeser -3, the last line reads “We’ve been waiting for you.”

I’m literally tearing up. Thank you to everybody who made this book possible. I’ve never been so happy to pay over a hundred dollars for a book. It was worth every penny. And the weird nightmares I got after receiving it.

[Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3]

#gravity falls #journal 3 #journal 3 blacklight #J3 Blacklight Reveal #spoilers #I LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH #SO SO MUCH #stanford pines #bill cipher #mabel pines #dipper pines #pines family #618 #long post #like long long post #i love that Do You Like Me note #but i can't remove it from it's sacred place of honor #I'll have to just open the book every day i want to see it #i like how Bill drew himself setting the world on fire #but he still wants us to summon him #i did have some seriously disturbing dreams the night i got it in the mail #like no kidding #the most violent gory dreams i've ever had #there were 2 goat heads in the oven #but they weren't cooking #they just turned grey and their horns charcoal?#it was strange #i also got a knife thrown at me in that same dream #like it almost hit me #i really felt like i felt it scrape my neck!

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“Did Dan get TOO TAN?”

(Sept 19th 2017 Dan liveshow timestamps)

0:03 After an awkward pause and salute: “Hello cyber friends” (instant regret and reflection)

0:29 (Dear god, don’t grab your laptop by the screen like that Dan.)

0:44 Grimace #1

1:06 No Dan, you do not look *atol* different. That tweet, title and pic are all just clickbait.

1:10 (Bronze my ass.)

1:19 Hitting us with that meme.

1:25 (Didn’t need to be in your face thanks. Teasing angles?)

1:36 “Never say Trumpy ever again, in any circumstance.”

1:45 Lovely pores and freckles.

2:00 Obviously everyone subscribes to YouTubers for their freckle content.

2:30 Livestreams are “a mistake” because of the chat clinging on to one thing and spamming it.

2:40 No probing or questioning at airport, big grin.

3:01 “The broadband is terrible but the 4G is great.” Okay…

3:17 “The toasty Dan experience”, orangish filter.

3:26 Double rhyme: “I guess that’s a rhyme, yeah that’s fine” (okay it’s a slant rhyme)

3:47 “Buttered crumpet Daniel.”

4:02 “Went to an island in the Mediterranean.” (This is exactly the answer I expected and quite frankly the only one he should give.)

4:09 “Literally did nothing for about six days, it was great.”

4:15 ‘I am Pilgrim’ book recommended by his mum.

4:30 Tricked into reading 900 page book.

5:00 Holiday was incredibly relaxing.

5:10 “Ordeal” getting there, delayed flight, three hours “traumatizing”

5:22 “Haha long boye” “literally, shins driving into my chest, bleeding” alright hyperbolic humor Dan. “Tough.”

5:38 “Violated” on flight by guy’s elbows, “no respect for personal space”, “fully leaning into me”, “didn’t even care”, “honestly an icon for all of us.” (Was it Phil?)

6:03 3 am, old driver, mini bus, cliff roads, did pre-ritual preparing for death.

7:00 “So much yogurt”, doesn’t know why.

7:05 “Assaggetti” tweet, we can shame him, “has the worst sense of humor in the world”, check it out and unsubscribe, doesn’t remember the language (Italian), apologizes, “constantly problematic”.

7:55 “Got that D from the S up above” (vitamin D, or Phil…)

8:16 Phil came on the holiday in case anyone didn’t know.

8:18 “He went from like glass to pale ivory, which is good”, “Phil is someome who erupts in freckles whenever he goes outside, so it’s hard to tell if he tans or if your eyes are just kinda like drawing the dots between the space all the freckles are, if you know what I’m saying.” (Wow, I… I’d like to think you mean what I know, but I’m not sure. Wow.)

8:37 Someone in the chat: “Nice Ursa Major on that cheek boy”. Turn, pose, laugh.

8:41 “The Bigger Dipper of my self esteem.”

8:53 Good day: watched Bake Off and answered emails, “thrilling”.

9:13 Tumblr likes, fan art, “beautiful to celebrate the great people.”

9:43 “The internet is not here”, laughs, sighs, apologizes.

9:55 Some peer pressure advice.

10:25 Had to check what his video title is.

10:35 I don’t know why he bothers to ask if we watched either.

10:55 Accept that he does things by his British calendar.

11:11 Why he didn’t he talk about uni stories when it was happening. Ashamed? Yeah, processing turmoil at the time.

11:55 Now shares traumatizing, terrifying, shameful, embarrassing stories straight away.

12:15 Rowing club guy AU… (not what I was thinking)

12:46 Laundry story: Phil was nice, Dan didn’t ask, *literally* ordered a cab, turned up with suitcase, Phil assumed he dropped out and was moving in, “I’ve had a day and I’m going to wash my socks in your washing machine.”

13:13 “If you struggle to function as a person-” (I really wish he had finished this sentence)

13:15 Asda sponsor for crying in the cheese aisle?

13:23 Pasta burn shaming (were you just never in the kitchen with your mum Dan?)

13:36 Dropping laptop so much recently.

14:00 Never taught cooking, laundry, accounting.

14:18 “No one told me shit!” (in Dan’s face again).

14:33 “What happens when I’m 23?! How do I do a tax?!”

14:54 It was ravioli (pretty sure the instructions mentioned water Dan…)

15:15 Thick as in stupid, not thicc fat booty.

15:30 “Look Fatima, we all have different life experiences, okay?” (lol)

15:36 “Ravioli ravioli, give me the death I deserveioli.” Relates.

15:45 Rihanna livestream, forehead fetishist? Wouldn’t mind if anyone leaves for that.

16:08 Not up on BTS, DNA.

16:33 Shames Eden for “let me see that pastussy” comment, “leave.”

16:45 “Love on the Brain”. He really loves Rihanna, amazing, blessing, doesn’t give a shit, casual, informal, etc. “Bitch Better Have My Money.”

17:25 Is sure BTS video with be “pure and beautiful”, expects “softly applied eyeshadow and very fluffy hair”, he’s sure he’ll enjoy.

17:38 Maybe new gaming video/livestream tomorrow.

17:45 Overcooked, ironic kitchen fire, foreshadowing.

18:08 Wasn’t sure if he should get into Chinese guy story again, but he has to.

18:13 Deep breath: “It was 4 am, I’d been you know, well hydrated that evening, but I decided I needed another drink” go into the kitchen, everyone else was asleep, guy had a whole chicken, with neck and feet, fine but surprising, tiniest pair of white y-fronts, hacked head off and made eye contact, just couldn’t, usually would awaken some kink in him…

19:39 Pool pic, shout out to friend, no consent, relaxing, absorbing sun like a lizard, *basking*, fell asleep, lucky it was a pool and he didn’t drift out to sea, sun stroke vid reference, “the bad tan”.

21:08 People saying “trying to be cute”, the double chins (really?!)

21:21 The least Dan-like photo.

21:33 Thought it would ruin his Instagram aesthetic.

22:10 Lack of other content: relaxing, reading,

22:24 Took a couple other photos, sunset selfie, “no one’s going to take a photo of me” (what the hell happened to your personal photographer?) but then people came (please post, please!)

23:40 Bake off is his life, “Noel Feilding is a national treasure”, caramel was torture while hungry, faves are Liam and not!Val (what did he whisper about Liam? Really wanted him to be…?)

24:30 *Maybe* Halloween Baking, they don’t think that far ahead about anything.

24:48 Phil’s role in Dan’s video, mugging scene took nine takes, afraid to punch him. Outtakes please!

26:03 (grimace #2) “Hello Grandma, my name is Daniel, I’m a wholesome person, that’s a very great influence”

26:16 Wachowski films

26:23 Dan floating in donut plushies would be very challenging.

26:33 Dan flips a bit at the idea that’s it’s weird to like people who don’t know who you are. Uses Ed Sheeran as example.

26:55 Scrolls past person who said they feel better when they have a dream about Dan and Phil.

27:17 Cared more about YouTube than university socializing and class, Pom Bear Massacre reference, made Tumblr account.

29:09 Chapped lips, season changed the moment he stepped off the plane.

29:42 “Okay Universe, I know I can be a bit of a downer, sometimes.”

29:51 Haley Barry Storm powers

30:08 Yes the furry blanket comes out, polyester, sad pimp, Marks & Spencer.

31:06 Ready for everything seasonal, autumnal Yankee Candle range, not haute, but fun themes.

31:31 Frisbee laptop across the room on to the bed, missed.

31:46 Candle haul, yes it is content we need right now!

32:26 Furry invasion on Splatoon, scaley, yiffing proposition, “this is a family game”, not shaming just concerned for kids, though it is hentai-esque…

33:27 Sonic: 2010 reminiscing, formatting of boxes.

34:04 Was stupid side kick, Phil being good, Dan trying to be helpful, actual just a cheerleader, Phil was disgusting, doesn’t know if Phil even knew what he was saying (of course he did).

34:38 Didn’t know uni vid was trending

34:52 Reflection (I think that’s the piano nook)

35:00 Weird because of swearing, someone at YT didn’t watch the vid, “Ah, keep doing that, don’t watch my videos, just know that I’m a good person…”

35:25 “I make great friendly content.” (grimace #3)

35:30 Explains why trending isn’t automatic. Yes, think of the children.

36:05 “But hey, I’m not bad, everything’s fine”.

36:45 “People of all genders do and don’t wear makeup”.

37:10 (I’m pretty sure that the no candles with birds is because of the fumes.)

37:25 What is with the nose touching when confirming Spooky Week? “Next video (nose touch) soon, don’t worry”…?

38:28 “Fans of everything are annoying, that’s just what happens when people are enthusiastic about stuff.”

39:19 Dan doesn’t get annoyed by different fandoms. Says more about the people being annoyed, part of their own insecurity, their lack of community, togetherness, celebration, shared experiences, jealous or sad, or maybe everyone just everyone’s annoying.

39:56 Dream Daddy: so dangerous saying Dilddy. Dan likes Damien, great taste, immaculate presentation, probably not Dilddy’s romantic soulmate.

40:31 Dan is in like ten fandoms (makes a face).

40:45 Chat: “Will Phil become a furry, what’s your fursona?” Dan: “Is it time to go?”

40:55 Has never thought about it, promises he’ll get on it soon, he knows what the internet wants from him.

41:31 Chat full of fursona suggestions. He’s going to start crying.

41:52 “A llama fucking hell.” “Look at the time.”

42:01 Going to go into a (not disturbing) hole later looking into axoltl fur suits.

42:24 Elf on a shelf meme, was going to post a Dan one, “old meme!” (Still don’t need to be up in your face Daniel.)

43:27 Really wants to go see IT, needs to see Mother.

44:04 Shut up! American Horror Story, makes him happy. Loves Sarah Paulson (is his life), feels represented by a lesbian with anxiety. Evan Peters is great, looks gross, or great depending.

45:25 His fursona should be a big bear, I agree. What a reaction.

45:46 Left comb on holiday, looks like a bush.

46:13 (grimace #4 at group chat names.)

46:20 “What is wrong with all of you?”

46:22 Glosses over diet ask. Indeed.

46:26 “Don’t call me Uncle Dan when we’re talking about fursonas.”

46:36 “If you live in Australia vote for marriage equality, we don’t need to have this conversation.” “Come on, come on Australia, sort your shit out.”

47:03 Going to “innocently Google things that are fine”.

47:22 “Me and Phil would love to come to Russia”.

47:27 Limitations of TATINOF.

47:44 Watch uni vid: “Don’t take it too seriously. Remember that most of the time I’m just trying to be funny, and if you ever want like my real feelings or opinions, just think about whatever the opposite of what I’m saying is, and that’s usually how to get to the sincere heart of whatever Dan’s talking about.”

48:13 “Stay calm, ask some senpais for some life advice and think carefully about what your fursona should be.”

#phan #dan liveshow #dan and phil #dan livestream #dnp timestamps

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Axolotl - Chapter Eleven: There's A Room Behind A Door

Read previous chapters on Ao3

Whaaaaaat? An update for Axolotl?! It’s a Summerween miracle! You won’t have to wait as long for the next chapter, that’s a promise.

Thanks as always to Scribefindegil for betaing!

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Dipper stepped into the darkened kitchen, yawning as he filled a glass with water from the sink. Between the day he'd had looking for clues, the news he'd gotten before dinner and then a couple hours of what Great Uncle Ford had called “debriefing” (which had been a mishmash of information about the mindscape that he'd had to absorb quickly and a number of long rambling tangents that he still couldn't connect to anything) Dipper was thoroughly exhausted.

He grabbed an apple from the basket by the window and took a big bite, looking out the window as he munched on his snack. He'd finish this, then get ready for bed. One way or another, tomorrow was going to be a big day.

Some noise from the back porch attracted his attention, and he opened the door, looking out. He saw Waddles first, ambling around in the moonlight. When he was smaller Mabel wouldn't take him outside unless he had his leash and harness on, but by now he'd grown so massive that she reasoned any flying archosaurs or viking hordes that had a mind to carry him off would be slowed down by his weight enough that she'd be able to catch them. Besides, there wasn't a harness or leash on the market that would fit him now.

A few steps further out and he saw Mabel watching her pig from the porch. At least, she seemed to be watching him. Her gaze was distant, and her knees were drawn up against her chest. Even through the material of her sweater, Dipper was pretty sure he could see the tension in her shoulders...or maybe he just recognized the pose.

He walked out onto the porch and whistled. “Here, Waddles!” he called. The pig glanced in his direction, then looked away. Typical. He held his hand out in front of him. “I've got, like...a third of an apple for you.”

Waddles's ears lifted up and he made his way over, snuffling the air. Dipper sat down beside Mabel, holding the apple out.

“Don't feed him too much, or he won't sleep well.” Mabel muttered beside him.

“I won't.” Dipper promised. He nudged her with his elbow. “How about you? Think you're gonna get any sleep tonight?”

Mabel sighed. “I should be asking you that. You're the one who's gonna have to face down Bill. I'm just gonna have to watch. And wait. From the outside.” She threw her arms in the air and flopped back on the porch. “Totally helpless and unable to do anything about it! I'm! Fine!”

“I can tell.” Dipper smirked. “Since you sound so fine and cool with it.”

“Super cool!” Mabel said, raising her voice to a near shout. “Never been better!”

Dipper smiled a little, then his smile slipped. “...Is that what you're upset about? Grunkle Stan picking me to do this instead of you?”

“No!” Mabel said, pulling the neck of her sweater over her face. “That would be totally dumb and childish.”

“...You know he probably only picked me because he doesn't want you to see all the gross, embarrassing stuff in his head, or something. I mean, you said it yourself, you know you're his favorite.”

“I know.” Mabel muttered. “And it's okay to say that because you're Grunkle Ford's favorite, and it's okay to say that because even if they have favorites they love us both very much. And we can both have favorites too, because fair's fair.”

“So what's the problem?” Dipper asked.

Mabel was quiet for a long time. Dipper sat beside her, letting Waddles gnaw on the apple core in his hand. When there was nothing left, he wiped his drool-covered palms on Waddles's back. By the time they were halfway to clean, Mabel had begun to poke her head out of the top of her sweater neck.

“...I think Grunkle Stan made the wrong choice.” she said quietly.

Dipper frowned. “Oh, thanks.”

“No! Not like that!” Mabel sighed. “I know you're totally badass, Dipper. That's not what I meant. It's just...if it were you and me, that'd be one thing...”

“...It's Grunkle Ford you're worried about?” Dipper raised an eyebrow.

“Yes! And also no!” Mabel sat up. “We're all scared of Bill. But it's different with Grunkle Ford. And with you. You know that, right?”

Dipper went quiet. He nodded. It was different with them. Bill might have kept Mabel prisoner in that bubble, but the whole time she was in there, she never saw his face. She had bad dreams about Mabeland, and once in a great while she'd wake up screaming about the monster that chased them in the Fearamid. But usually when she had Bill nightmares, they weren't about him hurting her.

Usually, they were about that note. About her not noticing that he was possessed in time.

Dipper held out a hand for her to squeeze, and she took it. Her grip was tight as a vise, and he winced, but didn't pull away. She looked him in the eye.

“What if something scary happens in there,” she said, “and it's just you and Grunkle Ford, and you're both too scared to think, and there's no one to make you laugh or remind you to be brave?”

Dipper squeezed back, even though the ache in his own hand was beginning to spread up his arm. Mabel had cried for a day and a half after the two of them split up to go to separate colleges. He knew because he'd kept calling her over and over, just to say goodbye one more time. It had been a while since then, and a lot of things had changed. But some things would always be the same.

Dipper thought for a moment. “Give me your hair thing.”

Mabel unclipped the barrette from her hair, handing it to him. It was one that she had made—a fuzzy, little green monster with one eye, felt feet, and a big, goofy smile. He clipped it onto his shirt.

“There. I'll wear this, and if I get too scared I can just look down at it, and I'll remember to be brave. It'll be just like your glitter.”

Dipper saw a weak smile start to spread across Mabel's face, and then he saw the roof of the porch as he was grabbed and knocked back by one of her full-body hugs. He laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Ow. You gotta stop doing that, you know.” He said, a smile still on his face. “You're way too old for it to still be cute.”

“Liar.” Mabel's voice wavered, and even from his mid-hug vantage point Dipper could see her eyes were tearing up, but she was smiling too. “I'll never stop being cute, ever.”

“You're gonna cutely give me a concussion one of these days.” Dipper reached up and ruffled the back of her head. “C'mon. We've got a long day tomorrow.”

Mabel's grip around him tightened a measure, but she nodded and reluctantly let go. Waddles followed her as she stood and headed for the door, with Dipper walking behind them.

“Think either of us will sleep tonight?” Mabel asked as they headed upstairs.

“Maybe, I dunno.” Dipper shrugged. “I heard Grunkle Stan snoring when I passed by his room earlier. With all that's going on his head, if he can still sleep, I guess anyone can.”

* * *

Stan heard Bill's voice deep in his dreams. It came from everywhere, echoing in his head even when he tried to cover his ears. It echoed in a way that wasn't natural, that had nothing to do with acoustics or ordinary sound. And why would it? The voice wasn't in his ears. It was in his mind.

It was so, so, so damned annoying.

“The game is called three-card Monte.” Bill's voice came from a spot in one of the corners of the room. “Find the lady! Nothing to watch, a dollar to play, who's interested?”

“I'm ignoring you.” Stan said, pulling the newspaper up a little higher in front of his face.

The newspaper was a prop, there was nothing to read on it. The letters on it swum and danced the way writing usually did in dreams, blurring as his eyes ran over them. Still, it was either look at that or look at Bill, and Stan didn't feel up to that. Not tonight.

When he'd first seen him in the dream, Bill had said they'd had that same conversation over and over a thousand nights before. Stan thought that was at least partly true...there was a deep sense of familiarity to this place, and not just because it looked like a room he knew so well in reality. Everything had a sense of deja vu to it. He'd shouted in surprise when he first saw the little demon, but his heart had barely been in it. On some level, he'd already known he'd be there.

Tomorrow they'd take care of all of this. He just needed to get through one night.

“Find the lady, find the lady!” Bill hovered over the card table in the corner, flipping a deck of cards between his tiny hands.“C'mon, there's gotta be a wagering man out in the crowd today!”

“I told you, I don't play rigged games.” Stan muttered.

“I gotcha, cards too complicated for your tiny human brain, huh?” Bill tossed the cards in the air and they vanished in a puff of smoke. He set three walnut shells down in front of him. “I've got something easier for you, then. Just find the pearl. Even an idiot can find a pearl hidden under a shell.”

Stan grunted with irritation and flicked the newspaper while Bill held a tiny black pearl out and placed the middle shell over it. He kept pretending to read while he heard the click of shells being moved around behind him.

“So, muppet-face, you think you know where the pearl is?” Bill asked.

“It's in your hand.” Stan muttered without turning around.

“You aren't even looking.”

“Don't need to. I know how that one works. You pinch it between your middle and ring finger and slip it out from under the ridge of the shell. Then you wait for the sucker to turn over an empty shell and you load it next to the one he picked when you turn it over. That trick's even older than I am.”

“Ahh, I see we've got an educated man in the crowd!” Bill said. “Tell ya what, smart guy. I like your face, so for you we'll wave the fee. Just tell me if you can spot me palming the pearl.”

Stan sighed and put the paper down. With a grunt, he hefted himself out of the chair and walked over to the table Bill was playing at, sitting down in front of it. Hell, it was a way to pass the time. Besides, he didn't feel up for a brawl, and the little glowing bastard probably wasn't going to stop talking unless he indulged him.

Stan watched Bill's fingers move with unnatural speed and deftness as he flipped the walnut shells back and forth.

“There.” Stan said, pointing. “When you moved the middle one forward.”

“Not bad. Think you can do that again?”

“Let's see.”

Bill moved the shells back and forth, twirling them around. Stan kept watching for the palm, waiting for him to lift the back of a shell just slightly while moving it forward. But it never seemed to come.

“Well?”

“...No idea. Didn't see you palm it.”

“That's because I didn't. It was under the middle one the whole time. If you'd been watching the shells, you'd have found the pearl.”

“That's not how the con works.” Stan protested. “Only a sucker watches the shells.”

“Unless the guy moving them knows you're paying attention to his hands, waiting for him to slip the pearl out. Then his best bet is to play the game straightforward.”

“You're nuts.” Stan said

“Sure I am, but I don't see what that has to do with anything!” Bill stacked the shells in his hand. “I still had you looking in the wrong place.”

“Fine, fine, I see your point.” Stan grunted. He smirked a little, “kinda like what Ford and I did with you, eh?”

Bill's eye briefly glowed red. He resentfully closed his hand around the shells, crushing them to powder which vanished in a puff. He produced three cards again. “You still remember how to play this one?”

“It's been a while.” Stan took the cards and started shuffling them between his hands. He was a little shaky at first, but muscle memory soon took over and he was throwing them down naturally again. “Okay. Here's the queen. Keep your eye on her. Easy enough for you with that big boiled egg in the middle of your face.”

“Sticks and stones can break your bones, meatbag, but I haven't got any handy!” Bill leaned forward on his hands, watching Stan flip the cards back and forth in an imitation of rapt attention. The pose was deliberate, Stan was sure of it. Something to make him look more childlike. He wasn't buying it for a second. This thing wasn't a child, and it sure as hell wasn't cute.

“Three-card Monte's all in the throw.” Stan said, tossing the cards back and forth. “It's best if you've got another guy in on it to help work the crowd, but in a pinch you can do it alone.” He stopped and spread his hands, inviting Bill to pick one.

Transparently playing along, Bill pointed to the card on the left. Stan flipped over a joker, then turned over the queen on the right. He stacked the cards and started shuffling them again.

“I look like I'm throwing down the queen, but I'm really throwing the top card down. That's what the sucker keeps his eye on while I'm shuffling.” Stan said. “Of course, half of it is working the rube. Keeping him entertained with quips and games so he doesn't see what you're really up to. Y'know. Like what you're trying to do with me right now.” Stan said, fixing a hard eye on Bill.

Bill ignored the bait and pointed to the middle card. Stan turned over a joker.

“Technically, unlike a shell game it's possible to beat three-card Monte if you know the trick and have a sharp enough eye to see the throw.” Stan said, shuffling the cards again. “Of course, if the dealer sees you're onto him he'll start throwing down the bottom card instead of the top. If he's fast and has a smooth technique it's almost impossible to see which he's doing.”

Stan spread the cards out and leaned forward, looking down at Bill pointedly. “The real con isn't in the throw itself, it's in making you think you can win. The dealer tries to convince you that you're the smart guy who's onto him, and that's how he beats you. The only way to win is not to play.”

Bill glanced up at Stan, looking irritated, and flipped the queen of hearts over with a gesture. “That's if he's trying to con you.”

“Why else would he be playing the damn game?” Stan folded his arms.

“Maybe he's bored.” Bill twirled his finger and the cards floated around it.

“So, what game are you playing, huh?”

Stan swore he saw a playful glint in the monster's eye as he picked the cards up again and shuffled them.

“The game's called three-card Monte. Find the lady.”

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#axolotl #fanfic #post-finale #the second half of this chapter was #appropriately enough #based on a dream #that dream is actually one of the reasons i decided to write a story about bill being in stan's mind #so i've been waiting for like a friggin year to finally finish and post that scene

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theajaheira · 7 years

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Imperfections (20/?)

this might be the last update for...a while. or not. who knows. posting this chapter early because it’s fuffy day and it. kind of has some faith/buffy? lowkey? i don’t know. i want to contribute Something at least

and it kind of works as a oneshot i guess? clearly i have no idea what i’m doing

ao3

The whole candy thing actually got solved pretty quick. Faith helped save the babies, and Buffy set Lurconis-the-baby-eater on fire with a gas pipe, and then Buffy made out with Faith for her amazing baby-saving skills. Except that last part was mostly in Faith’s head, but Buffy did hug her, so, you know, that was basically making out. As close as Faith was gonna get, anyway.

It was only when they were exiting the sewers, all slimy and gross, that Buffy said with some concern, “Faith, where are Giles and Ms. Calendar?”

“Huh?” Faith was still kinda riding the high from that hug.

“We left them at the factory, but they were gone by the time we were heading to check out the hospital.” Buffy bit her lip. “You think they’re okay?”

“That Ethan guy said the candy should wear off by tomorrow,” said Faith, “and beside which, if Jen’s apologizing to me, she’s definitely not the kind of teenager to murder someone or do some reckless shit that’ll land her in trouble. She’ll keep an eye on Giles.”

“Ms. Calendar was apologizing to you?” Buffy frowned quizzically.

Damn, Buffy was cute. Faith had a feeling that that was the reason she answered honestly. “I was kind of awful to her,” she said, “the day before the candy kicked in, and then when I went to check up on her she was awful to me back. And then she apologized for that outside the factory, which was pretty nice of her. Considering how awful I was.”

Buffy hesitated. “Look,” she said. “I—I don’t know the whole situation, but I think you’re really—” She blushed a little, looking down. “Cool,” she said finally. “And I’m sorry you and Ms. Calendar are having a hard time. You guys seem really close.”

“We’re not—” Faith stopped, blinked, thought about Jen signing forms to buy candy she didn’t need. “Yeah,” she said.

Buffy looked pleased. “Good,” she said. “Because I like having you here in Sunnydale, and it’d suck if you got in some big fight with Ms. Calendar and left or something. It’s nice to have another Slayer in town, you know? You did some great baby-saving tonight.”

“A girl doesn’t hear something like that all that often,” teased Faith. Then, before she could stop herself, “Hey, you want to go grab a milkshake? There’s this diner place that I think is open till two.”

She was expecting B to blow her off. She was already kicking herself for asking. But that soft, almost unconscious smile spread across Buffy’s face, and she tucked a slightly muddy hand into Faith’s. “I’d like that,” she said. “I just hope we don’t get ick all over the diner seats.”

“Hey, their only policy is no shirt, no shoes, no service,” Faith quipped. Her heart was doing jumping jacks at Buffy’s hand in hers. “And we got ‘em all. They can’t turn us away.”

“Diner,” said Buffy happily. “Wow, a milkshake sounds so good right now. Or a hamburger. Or five hamburgers.”

Faith laughed. “Late night dinner with the prettiest girl in town,” she teased, even though she knew she was pressing her luck. She guessed she just had a thing for risk. “How lucky can I get?”

“I don’t know about that,” said Buffy, her smile fading a little.

“Hey, you know who I didn’t ask?” Faith let go of Buffy’s hand to throw an arm around her shoulder as they walked. “Any of the loser boys in your loser high school. Boys are losers, B, and you’re the best thing in that sad, sad, lonely, sad little place.”

Buffy laughed, nose crinkling. Faith felt like she’d just won the lottery.

“Big Dipper.”

“I decided to call that one Big Ladle.”

“Why?”

“Mmm.” Janna shrugged noncommittally, shifting onto her side so that she could rest her head on Ripper’s chest. They were lying together on the hood of Jenny Calendar’s car, looking up at the stars. “I didn’t get why anyone would call it a dipper. Ladle makes more sense.”

“Dipper,” said Ripper, frowning. “Haven’t you ever heard—some people call ladles dippers.”

“Who?”

“Dunno. Some people.”

“I could call you Dipper.” Janna smirked. “Rhymes. Plus, you’re kind of a dip.”

“I don’t like you,” said Ripper, and pulled her on top of him. Janna felt a full-body shiver at the way he was looking at her. “Not,” he kissed her, “at all.”

“Are we going to go back?”

“Mmm. We have time.”

“It’s getting late.”

“It’s early.” Ripper tucked Janna’s hair behind her ear, and she smiled. “Stars are still out. We can stay out here.”

“What if it’s cold?”

“California climate,” said Ripper, and made a face. “Nothing like London.”

“Maybe I’m cold.” Janna made a face back at him.

“Maybe Jenny Calendar keeps a blanket in her car.” Ripper sat up on the hood of the car, hopping off to head to the back and hunt through the trunk. Janna waited, rolling onto her back and looking up at the quiet, twinkling early morning sky. “Hallelujah!” she heard Ripper shout with a laugh. “Bloody hell, Janna, you come prepared.”

“That’s Jenny Calendar, not me,” Janna corrected.

Ripper came back over with the blanket. Janna sat up, and he jumped up to sit down next to her, draping the blanket over her shoulders. “Jenny Calendar is you,” he said with certainty.

“Debatable.” Janna leaned into him.

“Well, then, Miss Smarty, don’t you think Jenny Calendar would say you’re her?”

He had a point. It was weird and roundabout, but it still made an annoying amount of sense. Janna laughed and lifted the blanket up so that it was around Ripper’s shoulders too. “Fine,” she said. “Fine. You win. I’m Jenny Calendar, and she’s me, and I come prepared to every occasion.”

Ripper grinned, looking very pleased with himself, and wound an arm around Janna’s waist, pulling her in for a long kiss. “Tell me more of your constellations,” he said in a low murmur when they’d pulled away.

But the memories seemed dulled, somewhat, not as easy and accessible as they had been a few minutes ago. Janna looked up. “That one,” she said, pointing to a cluster of stars, “that’s Janna-and-Ripper-should-totally-make-out-on-top-of-this-car-right-now.”

Ripper laughed and threaded his fingers through Janna’s hair, kissing her again and again until everything became sensation and feeling. Usually Janna’s mind was working a mile a minute, but Ripper tethered her firmly to the now with the way he was touching her, his hands tugging cautiously at the hem of her shirt. Janna raised her arms over her head, untying her hair from its ponytail as she did so, and let Ripper slide her shirt off.

Ripper paused. “Are you—”

“I’m good,” said Janna, and meant it. This didn’t feel impulsive—it felt natural. And she remembered Rupert now, a little more clearly than she had before, so why not, right? This teenager thing, whatever it was, was looking like it might wear off sooner or later, but Jenny and Rupert cared about each other just as much as Janna and Ripper did. Definitely more, actually. No risks to take here, which felt like a first for Janna and Jenny alike.

Ripper smiled, hesitant in a way that belonged to Rupert, and he kissed her. Janna stopped thinking about names.

“Two milkshakes,” said Faith, glaring at the waitress when she looked dubiously at Buffy’s sewer-splattered clothes. “Vanilla for me, strawberry for the lady.”

“How’d you know?” Buffy looked delighted by this.

“You seemed like the type,” said Faith. Her cheeks felt hot, but she kept her smile bright. “That all right by you?”

“Extra whipped cream,” Buffy said hopefully to the waitress, who rolled her eyes and headed behind the counter.

“So.” Faith propped her chin up on her hand, studying Buffy’s face with casual interest, even though the question she asked was anything but. “Any new guys in your life?”

“Hardly,” said Buffy with a rueful laugh in her voice. “I’m not sure if guys are really my thing right now.”

Faith thought she might want to set the entire diner on fire, because she knew what Buffy meant, but it sure sounded different. What she said was, “You’ll change your mind sooner or later, I bet.”

Buffy shrugged. Then she said, “So, how are you liking Sunnydale so far?”

“I like Sunnydale a lot,” said Faith. “Best place I’ve been in a while.”

“You think you’re gonna stay?” Buffy asked, and Faith could hear the thinly disguised hope in her voice. “Not just on a temporary basis—on a real basis?”

“Yeah,” said Faith. She thought about Jen, who was probably off having some wild and crazy adventure as her teenage self, and smiled. “I’m staying. Too many good things in this town to leave behind.” She wasn’t just talking about Jen, this time, and directed a very pointedly flirtatious look at Buffy. Straight girls never picked up on things like that.

Except—Buffy blinked, then smiled, blushing a rosy red, and directed her gaze at the tablecloth. “I like Sunnydale too,” she said. “I mean, the night life’s not exactly lively, but, um, there are a lot of nice people who show up in town sometimes when you don’t expect them.”

Well. Here was yet another thing that might not be as unattainable as Faith had first thought. “Yeah,” she said. Screw it. Time to put all her cards on the table; if it worked with Jen, maybe it might work with Buffy too. “Listen, B—”

Their milkshakes showed up at exactly that moment. Faith wasn’t super sure how she felt about that. A little relieved, maybe. She took a sip of her milkshake instead of finishing her sentence.

“Yeah?” Buffy prompted.

Faith swallowed. “Just really happy we’re friends,” she said. It felt weird to say shit like that, but also nice. She thought maybe she’d tell Jen that when Jen got back from…wherever she was. “Also, you think maybe we could have a study session in the library sometime?”

“Oooh, you should hang out with me and Willow at lunch!” said Buffy excitedly. Her smile faltered. “What do you do at lunch?”

“Not much,” said Faith, who usually spent lunch in the library with Jen and Giles. Giles was always giving her this semi-worried look, like he thought she should be somewhere else but didn’t think it was his place to say. “Might be nice to hang with you and the crew. Guess I just wasn’t sure whether or not I was a member.”

Buffy looked down, biting her lip. “I’m sorry,” she said. Faith felt a little guilty. “I’ve been kind of distracted lately. I hope I—I didn’t make you feel like you couldn’t be a Scooby.”

“No way,” said Faith emphatically. “We’re cool, okay?”

“Okay,” Buffy agreed, not sounding all the way certain.

“You’re cool,” Faith added playfully.

“So are you,” said Buffy, and damn if Faith wasn’t smiling like an idiot at that.

Faith stumbled home early in the morning and took a long, luxurious shower, enjoying the way it felt to be in a bathroom that she knew really well. The sink was squeaky because Jen had tried to do some weird shit to fix it instead of calling a plumber like a normal person, and there were three toothbrushes in the little toothbrush cup thingy. Faith brushed her teeth and smiled in the mirror, playing with the ends of her wet hair.

She came out of the bathroom to see that Janna and Ripper had come back, both of them fast asleep on the couch. Janna was lying on top of Ripper’s chest and snoring ungracefully, her arms wrapped tightly around him. Faith found them a blanket and threw it over them as casually as possible before giving in and tucking it more securely around Janna. Jen.

She felt a little weird about going to sleep and leaving them out in the living room. Like—if a vampire broke a window or some shit, there might be glass all over the place. Or something. Faith settled into the chair next to the couch, resting her head on her arms and closing her eyes.

She woke up with someone tucking a blanket around her. Faith kept her eyes closed for a little longer than she needed to, which turned out to be a good call, because then she felt Jen gently smoothing down her hair in that way she’d always wanted a little.

Faith opened her eyes.

“Hey, sleepy,” said Jen with a small, wry smile. “Should I start with how embarrassed I am or how sorry I am?”

Faith felt a lump in her throat, pushed off the blankets, and hugged Jen, hard, burying her face in Jen’s shoulder.

#i kinda like this chapter but. idk when i'll get back into the swing of writing this #this one's an old one that i wrote a While ago #fic #imperfections #fuffy #calendiles

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confidenceatitsfinest · 8 years

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Perfectly Imperfect

Pairing: Jikook

Length: oneshot, 4k

Description: Jimin was always a romantic, believing in love at first sight and perfect little fairy-tale endings. He’d met Jungkook on a trip to Busan, the final summer trip before his junior year of college started and he could’ve sworn he fell in love with the doe-eyed boy the moment their eyes met.

The time when Jungkook and Jimin had their first time after months of a summer love they never wanted to end.

Crossposted on AO3!

For my hoe, my sweet cheeks @mintsugakookies!!!! I larva you!!! Here’s the first time fic you requested and I’m sorry I took ages on this. BUT it’s 4k so I think that makes up for the long wait? Hopefully? Anyways, my love, I think I filled every request you had for this. Also, I added a little surprise at the end because I couldn’t resist.

Jimin was always a romantic, believing in love at first sight and perfect little fairy-tale endings. He’d met Jungkook on a trip to Busan, the final summer trip before his junior year of college started and he could’ve sworn he fell in love with the doe-eyed boy the moment their eyes met. Jungkook wasn’t so convinced, believing that true love was built on trust over time. Besides, they weren’t going to see each other ever again after that summer. Right?

Jungkook’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Jimin laughing with his friends…in the common room…in college…the college Jungkook was attending.

“Jimin?!” The older turned to him at the call of his name and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“Jungkook?!”

With the reassurance that maybe, just maybe, fate was real, Jungkook came to fall in love with Jimin and no, it’s not just because Jimin praised him to the end of time.

It was only a matter of waiting until Jungkook had confronted Jimin with the topic they’ve been skirting around. Sex. Making Love. Whatever. Thing is, Jimin wasn’t expecting his younger boyfriend to pop the question while they were casually eating lunch at a small café.

“Jiminnie hyung.” Jimin made a muffled noise of acknowledgement as he stuffed his mouth with pasta (it was quite good actually).

“Hyung, I want to have sex with you.” Jimin nodded along until Jungkook’s statement sank in.

He choked on the shrimp immediately, coughing and whacking his chest as Jungkook scrambled to pat him on the back too.

“Hyung! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah—” Jimin cleared his throat, tears welling up from the coughing, “Fine, just give me a warning next time.”

“Sorry…”

“No, it’s fine. Just, what prompted you to say that all of a sudden.” Jimin took a sip of his water, waiting patiently for the other boy to start talking again.

“It’s not that sudden, I was thinking about this for awhile now. I…I’m a virgin, hyung,” Jimin nodded at this, albeit a little surprised, “but I trust you. So, hyung, I want you to be my first time.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, sure he had expected Jungkook to tell him about his inexperience and maybe be a little embarrassed, but he hadn’t thought the other would ask him to take this huge first step.

There was dead silence for a least a minute until Jimin mustered up the courage to talk again, “Jungkookie, are you sure? I want you to be absolutely sure before you decide. This isn’t something small, sweetie.”

“I’m sure. I want it to be you. You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever met and I’m certain you’d never hurt me on purpose. A lot of people get annoyed with me because I get too shy. My previous boyfriends didn’t wait…” At this, Jimin reached over the table to cover Jungkook’s hand with his.

“You should never feel pressured to do anything you don’t want. This is why I wanted to make sure. Don’t rush to lose your virginity, okay? Promise me that.” Jungkook smiled, this was something he loved about Jimin. The older always made sure he was comfortable and felt safe.

“I know, but really Jimin, I’m ready. You made me realize that.”

Jimin took a deep breath, “Okay, okay, let me pick up some supplies from the store first. You can go home and take a shower? Sound good?” Jungkook nodded, more relaxed now that they’ve both agreed on going further than making out.

“I’ll wait for you at the apartment then. Come home soon!” Jungkook skipped off happily, Jimin watching him in fond amusement.

Jimin had gotten home fairly quickly, blushing the whole time he was paying for the pack of condoms and a new bottle of lube. He had a feeling they’d need a lot of lube.

“Kookie, I’m home! Where are you?” Jimin toed his shoes off and flicked on the lights.

“In the bedroom!”

Jimin opened the door to the bedroom and froze. Jeon Jungkook, his boyfriend of three months, was currently trying on lacey panties.

“Oh, hyung. That was quick.” Jungkook didn’t seem to have any qualms about flaunting his panty-clad ass in front of Jimin but Jimin sure as hell did have troubles focusing.

“Why are you – Where did you – ”

“Taehyung hyung got them for me as a gag gift. I wanted to see what they felt like. Hyung, don’t tell me…you’re into this stuff?” Jimin gulped, unable to response without sounding like an idiot.

Jungkook laughed at his expression, “Don’t worry hyung, maybe we can try it next time?” Oh shit, there was going to be a next time. Wait, of course there was going to be a next time. Jimin was planning on staying with Jungkook for a long time thank you very much.

“Umm…I got some stuff so we can start whenever you’d like.” Jimin coughed as Jungkook slipped his regular clothes back on.

“Tonight.”

“What?”

“I said tonight. I want to do it as soon as possible.” Jungkook’s voice was fiercely determined, like the time when Taehyung dared him to stuff a whole hotdog in his mouth.

“Jungkook, I haven’t even told you how this works yet.”

“You can just tell me about it while we do it.” Jimin was still hesitant, but the look in Jungkook’s eyes told him it was useless to argue.

“Alright, but we’ll got super slow okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. You said you got stuff.” Jimin silently handed him the bag and Jungkook peered into it.

“Jiminnie hyung…are you sure you’re standard sized?” Jimin’s jaw dropped at the blasé comment, he spluttered in an attempt to respond. Jungkook smirked; he loved teasing the older just because it was so easy.

“I – I…Jungkook!”

“What? I just thought you wouldn’t fit. Oh, did you think I was calling you small? Poor Jiminnie hyung, so insecure. It’s okay, I’ll love you no matter what.”

“You better, brat.” But there wasn’t any bite to his words as Jungkook smiled cheekily at him.

“So…how do we start?” Jungkook had reverted back to the shy little bunny he was when they first met and Jimin’s eyes softened. He takes Jungkook’s hand and leads him to the bed.

“Lie down for me, sweetie.” Jungkook wordlessly obeyed, a sign of absolute trust in Jimin.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you.” The younger nodded and closed his eyes.

Jimin leaned down to kiss him slowly, gentle caresses to his face, letting Jungkook decide the pace.

“I’m so lucky to have you by my side.”

Jungkook beamed at him, “So am I. Kiss me again, hyung.” And Jimin did, he gave Jungkook everything he’d ever wanted, all the love and care he needed.

“Kookie, I’m going to take your shirt off now. Is that okay?” Jimin drops another quick kiss to Jungkook’s forehead when he nods and moves to unbutton the shirt.

Jungkook turns his head to the side when he notices Jimin’s unwavering staring.

“Hyung…don’t look at me like that.”

“Why not? You’re beautiful. I wish I could just look at you forever.” Jimin decides he loves the bright flush on Jungkook’s cheeks.

Jimin flashes him one more smile before kissing a trail down his boyfriend’s chest all the way to his hips. Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous, because he was (he hadn’t had sex with anyone for so long), but Jungkook in front of him was enough to keep his mind off the anxiousness.

Jimin look up at the younger, silently asking for permission to tug his pants off. When Jungkook consented, he lifted the boy’s hips and pulled his pants and boxers off in one go.

Jungkook gasped at the shock of cool air hitting his bare body, but Jimin’s hands running down his sounds was more than enough to warm him up again.

“Gorgeous…so beautiful. Ah, don’t hide baby. I want to see all of you.” Jimin gently parted Jungkook’s legs when he tried to cover his crotch.

“It’s really, really embarrassing, hyung.”

“I know it is Kookie, but don’t be embarrassed, okay? I’ll never judge you, and I’ll always think you’re perfect.”

“How can you say that so easily?”

“Because I love you.” Jimin didn’t miss a beat, no sign of hesitation. The statement seemed to relieve Jungkook of his insecurities as he let his legs and arms drop, allowing Jimin to look and touch him freely.

“See? Beautiful.” Jungkook smiled up at him and returned it easily.

Jimin gave him one last reassuring kiss to his forehead and dipper down to his stomach, nuzzling the soft skin which made Jungkook giggle.

“Hyung~ Stop, it’s ticklish.”

“Why are you so cute?”

“Got it from you, Jiminnie hyung. My mochi sexy boyfriend.”

“Cheesy, as expected from my little bunny boyfriend.”

“Ew, we’re gross.”

“You mean we’re cute.”

“No, I mean hurry up. Do you want me to get blue balls, hyung?”

“Okay, I’m hurrying. Don’t rush it Kook, my specialty is deep and slow. You’ll love it.”

“I better.”

Jimin takes the light-hearted air as a chance to go a bit further, mouthing at the skin around Jungkook’s groin and lightly squeezing his thighs.

“Hyung, more please.” Jimin obliges him easily, giving little kitten licks to the pink tip of Jungkook’s erection which makes Jungkook jerk under his hands.

“Feels so good…I want more. So much more.” Jimin detaches himself for just a moment.

“Kookie, I want you to listen to me alright? I’m going to start stretching you a bit so it doesn’t hurt when I put it in, but it might feel a bit uncomfortable when I do it. Is that okay?”

Jungkook nods, eyes hazy with arousal.

“I need words, baby.”

“Yes, hyung. It’s okay, you can do it.”

Jimin pats his thigh, “Good boy,” and Jungkook shudders at the praise.

Jimin uncaps the brank new lube bottle and squeezes a generous amount on his fingers just in case. Jungkook is watching him intently, nervousness evident in his eyes and Jimin notices immediately.

He starts sucking at Jungkook’s cock again, waiting for the younger to give in to the pleasure. Once his eyes close, Jimin gently nudges Jungkook’s rim with his index finger. Once the tip of his finger slips in, Jungkook tenses, the unusual feeling of something intruding his body has him anxious. “Relax, baby. It’s okay, hyung is here. Just relax for me.” He feels Jungkook’s muscles loosen around his finger and kisses his boyfriend’s thigh.

He slowly pushes his finger in further, carefully watching Jungkook’s expression. When he’s all the way in, Jungkook lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook sounds a bit breathless but fine nonetheless.

Jimin shallowly moves his finger in and out and Jungkook furrows his eyebrows.

“It feels funny.” Jimin laughs at the perplexed expression on his face.

“Better than painful. It’ll start feeling good in a bit.” Jungkook closes his eyes again and that’s the signal for Jimin to continue.

He presses the tip of his second finger against Jungkook’s hole and gently slides it in next to his index finger. He hears the younger take deep shuddering breaths as he wills himself to calm down.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jimin keeps his voice steady to avoid scaring Jungkook.

“No! Keep going!”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes, Jimin! Just fucking do it.”

They both heave a sigh of relief when Jimin’s second finger is fully in. Again, Jimin waits a bit before shallowly pumping his fingers, pressing the pads of his fingers at an angle in an attempt to find Jungkook’s sweet spot.

Jungkook opens his eyes a bit to watch, smiling at the way Jimin’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his tongue sticking out. The sensation is weird, but he feels strangely safe right now. Sure, he’s a bit worried about the part coming next, but in this moment, he feels secure and protected.

Unlike Jungkook, Jimin is biting his lip anxiously. His movements are cautious and he doesn’t dare to even shift in fear of accidentally jabbing Jungkook where it doesn’t feel good. The clench of his hole doesn’t make him think of how good it’ll feel when he finally gets inside the younger. Oh no, it just makes him think of how painful it’ll be when something bigger than his fingers is pushed into Jungkook.

‘Deep breaths, Jimin. You’ll be fine. He’ll be fine. We’ll both be fine. No need to worry…I think…Oh who am I kidding! I’m gonna fucking mess up and he’ll hate me and never want me to touch him ever again. I –’

“Hyung,” that one word has Jimin jumping from being startled, jerking his fingers inside Jungkook causing the other to yelp.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?! Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Shit, shit, shit…” Jimin had pulled his fingers out immediately, hands flailing around and not knowing what to do.

“Hyung, Jiminnie, relax. I’m fine, it didn’t hurt.”

“Are you sure?! Because that looked like it hurt and oh no…I didn’t cut my finger nails yet!”

“You barely did anything, hyung. Chill. Try again.”

“No! Maybe we’re going too fast. We should’ve waited. Kook, let’s stop –” His words were cut off when Jungkook cupped his face tenderly, looking into his eyes and Jimin couldn’t help but let himself drown in the deep brown.

“Hyung, we’ve waited a long time already. I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts. But hyung, it’s going to hurt even a little bit. It’s my first time. A little pain is natural, but it’s never going to be your fault. It’s okay, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry…I’m doing a really bad job of being your first right now.”

“Shush, hyung. You’ve done really well so far. It even started to feel good!” For once that night, Jimin felt relaxed. He smiled naturally, a sense of renewed determination washing over him. “Okay, we’ll try again.” He watched Jungkook lean back and settle himself into the sheets before he began his attempt at stretching his boyfriend.

The first finger pushed in much more easily than before, and second one following suit. Jimin held his breath when the third finger eased it’s way in, but Jungkook showed no signs of discomfort. He let out a long, relieved sigh when Jungkook nudged him to continue.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” Jungkook wiggled his hips experimentally, eyebrows furrowing at the weird feeling of being filled. He tried not to think about how strange it was to have Jimin’s fingers up his ass.

“Why are you frowning? Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt. It’s just that you feel funny.” Jimin blanched. “Really, Jungkook?”

“Yeah, really. Are you doubting my nervous system?”

“Let’s not talk about your nervous system when my own nervous system is ready to shut down because you’re giving me a heart attack.” Jungkook nearly laughed at the deadpan expression but coughed instead, schooling a serious (well, hopefully serious) expression on his own face.

“Yes sir, hyung!”

“Please don’t call me sir while we’re doing this.”

“Ohhhhh, should I call you oppa? Daddy? Or how about muffin butt?”

“How about hyung? Or even Jimin? Those are nice!”

“Boring.”

“Jeon Jungkook, I swear.”

It took awhile of stretching for Jimin to feel comfortable with moving on (despite Jungkook’s fervent protests that he was fine). With shaky hands, he rolled on a condom and covered his cock with a layer of lube, not even paying attention to the zing of pleasure from stroking himself.

“R-ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Jimin thought Jungkook sounded way too nonchalant while his own heart was ready to give up on him.

“If you say so…Remember Jungkookie, you have to talk to me if it hurts.” Jungkook’s small nod seemed to satisfy him and Jimin shifted to position himself more comfortably.

Jimin braced himself for the tight squeeze, feeling Jungkook’s muscles tense under his hold. He slowly guided his cock in, breath hitching at the intense heat. He choked, the sensation was almost too much on his sensitive tip. He dipped his head in an effort to control his rapid panting.

“Jungkook…relax please.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, “hyung I can’t r-relax.” Jimin immediately looked up, the movement jostling Jungkook causing him to gasp.

Jungkook was tearing up and his hands fisted the sheets beneath him. Jimin’s eyes widened at the sight and he froze.

“It really, really hurts hyung. It’s too big and, and it’s too much.” Tears were freely spilling down his cheeks and Jimin scrambled to wipe them away.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop.” Jimin was just about to pull out when Jungkook’s nails dug into his arm.

“N-no,” Jungkook was gritting his teeth, “don’t. I can take it. Just gimme a minute. I-I need to do this. It’s now or never.”

“Jungkookie, no. We have other chances to do this. Come on, it’s hurting you.”

“I said no! Please, hyung! Please!” Jimin didn’t know why Jungkook was so desperate but he felt his resolve wavering anyways.

“Fine. Fine, but I decide if we’re stopping if you’re in too much pain.”

“Deal.”

Jimin was careful, even more so than before. He stopped every few centimeters in to let Jungkook adjust for five minutes. He repeated the process until he was halfway in and his hips were stuttering from restraining himself.

“Jungkook, you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” he sounded breathy, “I’m fine. You can keep going.” Jimin studied Jungkook’s expression carefully, just to make sure he wasn’t lying.

“I’m moving now,” he whispered the words against the soft skin of Jungkook’s shoulder.

He pushed all the way in, as slow as ever, and bottomed out when his hips met Jungkook’s. His arms caged the younger in protectively.

Jungkook’s breaths were deep and shuddering beside his ear but he didn’t sound too pained.

“Still okay?” Jungkook grunted in response.

“Need a moment?” A sound of affirmation.

Jimin took the time to feel, to really feel. He was surrounded by Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. His warmth, his touch, his voice. Just his presence and Jimin was melting. This was perfect.

Jungkook soft laugh brought him out of his daze. “We finally did it, hyung.”

“Yeah, we did it.”

“It’s nice…even though it kind of hurts. It’s okay though, still nice.” Jimin always loved how endearingly honest Jungkook was and a sense of absolute adoration made sparks of heat burst in his stomach.

“I love you.” He felt Jungkook twitch underneath him.

“I…love you too.” Jimin’s heart swelled. He knew how hard it was for Jungkook to vocalize his feelings, especially something he deemed was ‘embarrassing’ to say.

“Hyung, you can move now.”

“Remember, whenever—”

“I know, I’ll tell you.”

“Good, Jungkookie.”

“I’m not a dog. And don’t you use your eye smile on me. I will actually hit you.”

“Mean.”

Jimin rolled his hips experimentally, groaning when he felt Jungkook’s walls meld around him. This was nothing like he’d ever felt before. Sure, he’d had sex a few times before he met Jungkook, when he was young and reckless, too eager to give up his virginity. It was nothing like this, void of the warmth and love he felt now.

This? This was bliss. Euphoria. Pleasure. Everything good in the world. This was Jungkook.

“A little more, Jimin-ah.” So Jimin pulled out a bit and pushed back in, earning a small gasp.

He looked down to see Jungkook covering his mouth and frowned. He gently pulled his arm away.

“Kookie, I want to hear you. Don’t hide, please?”

“It’s humiliating, hyung.”

“No it’s not. It’s cute and I like hearing you. Pretty please?” Jungkook’s face burned and he looked away. Jimin smiled at his reaction, taking his silence as an agreement.

He took to thrusting shallowly, just enjoying the feeling of being so close to his lover. Jungkook let out soft moans, quietly urging Jimin to give him more.

“Hyung…ah! Harder?” Jimin obliged, pulling back further and using his hips to fuck into him.

Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut, whimpers pouring out of his lips uncontrollably. “O-oh, that’s good. You feel so good.”

Jimin jerked his hips in short thrusts, wanting to hear more and more. He lifted Jungkook’s legs over his shoulders and gripped his thighs, driving his cock in deep. Jungkook cries out, his whole body quivering at the intensity.

“Hyung, more, please more. I want – I need – ” He was rambling now, his own flushed cock begging for attention.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll make you feel good. Relax for me, Jungkookie.”

“I can’t, I can’t! Hyung, please. Give me more.” Jungkook was nearly crying with the need for release, but his older boyfriend was still looking at him warily. Jimin was still treating him like he was fragile, breakable.

“Hyung, I swear. I can take it. You won’t hurt me! Just – Jimin!” The older bucked his hips up suddenly, giving Jungkook what he wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes!” His voice got higher and higher with every thrust, hands finding purchase around Jimin’s neck.

Sweat was beading on Jimin’s forehead, his own eyes fluttering closed as Jungkook’s thick thighs wrapped around his waist to pull him forward.

“Oh… oh shit, Kook.” Jimin swallowed. The heat in his groin was building way too fast for his liking but he couldn’t stop.

He gripped Jungkook by the back of his knees and spread his legs wider. Jungkook wailed as the angle allowed Jimin to get deeper, his cock to press right against his prostate. It was the first time he’d felt this kind of pleasure and it was overwhelming.

“Hyung, I’m –” Jungkook’s voice was strained, his lower lip bleeding from biting down too hard.

“Me too, baby. Hold on for just a little bit more okay?” It took Jimin a significant amount to gasp those words out as Jungkook squeezed around his cock. The younger is clearly close to climaxing.

The coil of heat in his groin is too much to handle and he wraps his hand around Jungkook’s leaking erection, stroking him rapidly while still fucking into him slowly. The dual onslaught of pleasure and the differing paces has Jungkook squirming. He doesn’t know whether to buck up into Jimin’s fist or grind down onto Jimin’s cock.

“Jungkook, baby, come for me.”

Jungkook lets go after holding back for so long, pleasure washing over him in waves. Ribbons of cum spurts from his twitching cock, streaking his chest in warm white. He moans his way through his orgasm and his whole body shakes with the force.

Watching Jungkook come undone has Jimin moaning against his shoulder, his hips stuttering as his own release fills the condom. The aftershocks have him unable to move for a few moments.

They’re sticky and hot, but neither of them care, too caught up in each other. Jimin catches his breath first and drops his forehead against Jungkook’s.

Jimin smiles, “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

“Not too bad yourself, Jiminnie.” Jungkook tilts his head up to catch Jimin’s lips, engaging him in a soft kiss. They parted long enough for Jimin to roll over and pull Jungkook against his body, effectively ignoring the growing stickiness.

“God, I love you so much. So, so much.” He emphasized every word with a kiss to Jungkook’s face which the younger laughed at.

“I love you too hyung. I love you more than anybody else will love you. Thank you for doing this for me. I know you were scared too, but thank you.”

“Anything. You know, I was really happy to hear that you trust me enough to be your first.”

“You were the right choice, hyung. I knew you’d be perfect.”

“But it wasn’t perfect. It hurt for you.”

“That doesn’t matter. It was perfectly imperfect and all because it was you.” Jimin swore his heart skipped a beat at that.

“My Jungkookie, you make my heart melt.”

“Don’t make this weird, Minnie.” Jimin could tell Jungkook was getting sleepy, his voice muffled against Jimin’s neck.

“I’m not, I’m not. But…Kookie, you’re perfectly imperfect and I wouldn’t change a thing.” Jimin looked down to see Jungkook fast asleep and he smiled fondly.

“Okay, except maybe I’d change that empty spot on your fourth finger…” Jimin glanced at the little crevice behind their night stand.

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