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Chapter 33 of human Bill is still the Mystery Shack's prisoner:

Stan takes Bill to get fillings from a creepy dentist in the back of a white van. And also they're handcuffed together the whole time.

Hijinks ensue.

Stan was startled from reading the paper by a shrill up-and-down whistle. Bill trotted into the kitchen, his voice a singsong lilt: "Incoming!"

Stan lowered the paper to glare at Bill. "Still doing that, are you?"

"Of course! I'd hate to scare you." Bill took the chair across the kitchen table from Stan. "Gooood morni—"

"Go away." Stan determinedly returned his attention to an article about the deathball arena construction.

Bill laughed. "You're funny. Anyway!" He noted Stan's plate of eggs and salsa was hidden behind his newspaper, and quietly slid the plate across the table as he spoke. "I need you to do me the teensy, tiniest little favor—"

"Nope."

"Take me to your dentist."

"No." Stan didn't even lower his newspaper. "The last time I took you anywhere, you almost made my niece cry, my brother left a Shopliftaholics Anonymous flier on my bed, and all I got out of it was a crummy ring. You wanna go somewhere, talk to Soos."

But, Bill noted, Stan was wearing said crummy ring. "Spend a day with that loser?" He rolled his eyes. "Please. I'd rather pry out my fingernails."

"You'd probably enjoy that, you freak."

"Not the point." Bill stuffed half an egg in his mouth. "Anyway, it has to be you. I need fillings, and Dr. Illing does them for free."

Stan squinted over the top of his newspaper. "How do you know about Dr. Illing?"

"What part of 'all-seeing eye' don't you get?"

Dr. Illing was a wandering dentist who spent the warm summer months in Gravity Falls. He squeezed his van and trailer into alleys between businesses in town, where he both lived and provided dental services until the police caught wind and chased him and his van out into the woods for a few days. On days with good weather, he'd pop open the back hatch of his nondescript trailer and set up a sign that read "COME INSIDE! FREE CANDY (for new patients)". He didn't attract many customers.

What really made him stand out was his unusual pay structure. He charged typical rates for regular teeth cleaning and dental maintenance; but if a patient had a cavity, he gave them a gold filling for free, and he paid them if he needed to pull their teeth.

Stan thought he was terrific. He hadn't had to pay for dental care in thirty years! Granted, he also wore dentures now; but hey, Dr. Illing had helped pay off Ford's mortgage, and at least the dentures were on the house.

Bill said, "You're the only one in the shack who knows all the places Illing might set up shop. Besides, he might be less jumpy in front of a stranger if an existing patient can vouch for it."

"I can see where you're coming from," Stan said. "But my answer is no, because I don't wanna."

Bill scowled in irritation. He sat back and ate another of Stan's eggs as he reconsidered his approach.

"Stanley—I'm a simple shape," he said. "A simple shape who's used to being coated peak to base in pure, lustrous, 24-karat gold. Having skin makes my skin crawl. I don't need any dental work done, these teeth are fine—but I'd really, really like just a bit of gold, somewhere on my body, so I feel a little more like myself in my final days."

Stan muttered, "You're trying to appeal to sympathy I don't have, Cipher."

"And then, once I'm dead," Bill went on, "I suppose I'll be leaving behind a corpse with a mouthful of free gold that whoever's disposing of my remains can do whatever they want with, do you catch my meaning Stanley?"

Stan lowered his newspaper just enough to grimace at Bill. "That's absolutely disgusting," he said. "But okay, I'm bribed!" He tried to fold the newspaper. "If you want your mouth to fund me and Ford's next year of globe-trotting, fine by me. Least you can do for messing up our summer."

"Mhm." Bill shoveled the last egg into his mouth while Stan was distracted by the paper and slid the plate over to Stan's side.

Stan slapped the paper down. "But we're not telling Ford about this. Agreed?" He offered a hand to shake.

"Agreed." Bill took Stan's hand, with the wrong hand—but before Stan could figure out what to do with that, Bill jerked his hand back like he'd been burned. "We'll take this to our graves."

"Or to your grave, anyway!" Stan laughed loudly, slapping the table.

Bill watched him with a forced smile. "Great. Deal made. Let's go get the magic friendship bracelets and—"

"Ohhh no," Stan said. "I'm not trusting a little bit of colored lace and some mystical hocus-pocus to keep you contained. If we're going anywhere, I'm making sure you can't escape."

"Okay," Bill said, a touch warily. "Fine. How?"

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Soos took the handcuffs out of his toolbox, removed the key and stuck it in his pocket, and asked, "What side do you want it on?"

"Left," Stan said. "Gotta keep my punching arm free." Bill rolled his eyes.

Soos closed the cuffs on Stan's left wrist and Bill's right, then tightened Bill's half until it actually held his tiny wrist. "There."

"Ha!" Stan grinned at Bill. "Try escaping that!"

"I wasn't planning to escape."

"Sure, pull the other one." Stan pointed toward the door. "Now... to the car!"

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They stared in dismay at Stan's car.

The El Diablo was a classic of the 1960s American automotive industry—and it was in terrific condition. (Notwithstanding the recent dents, scrapes, and keyed scratches in the paint reading "TRICK-OR-CHEATER!!") It came with the features standard to American cars of the time, like a steering wheel on the left, and a wide front bench that provided space for multiple passengers to sit to the driver's right side.

Bill was handcuffed to Stan's left side.

"Wow. You're stupid," Bill said.

"I'll break your smart mouth."

"What do I care, we're headed to the dentist anyway." He sighed. "Okay! Let's go inside and tell Questiony how stupid you are."

Stan did not want to tell Soos how stupid he was. "No! How do you know I didn't do this on purpose? Maybe having my right arm free is more important than—er... driving."

Bill considered that with pursed lips. After a pause, he ventured, "Do you want me to drive—?"

"No, no, nope, I am not letting you drive my car, under any circumstances, ever! Not a chance!"

"Then how are we doing this?"

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Stan gripped the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles white and jaw clenched.

Bill was uneasily cuddled up against Stan's right side. The handcuff forced him to stretch his right arm across Stan's chest.

They were both wearing tank tops. Their bare upper arms were plastered together with sweat.

They were getting cricks in their necks from how far they were tilting their heads away from each other.

On the radio, a hit 50's soul song crooned romantically, "Oh, my sweet love... you're my lovely sweetie... and I never love you more, than when you're pressed to my side... as we go for a sweet loving car ride..." Neither of them could reach the radio dial without touching each other even more. They'd silently decided to pretend as hard as possible that they couldn't hear the radio.

"Welp," Stan said. "Out of all the times I've been handcuffed in a car, this is one of the worst."

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They spotted Dr. Illing's "FREE CANDY" sign posted surreptitiously near the barrel and crate factory, and circled the block to park the car in front of a business that looked responsible enough to file a missing persons report if the car was still abandoned there by nightfall.

They tumbled out of the driver's side door with a maneuver that looked like a cross between a waltz and a mugging. Stan kicked the door shut. As they untangled themselves, in a surprisingly decent impression of Stan's voice, Bill said, "Gotta keep my punching arm free. How's that working out for you?"

"Bold words from a guy in punching range, you little—" As Stan finally separated himself from Bill and straightened out, he caught sight of Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland halfway up the block. "Oh, great. Cops. Exactly what you want around when you're doing something weird." Stan shook his head. "Well, as long as we go the other way and don't make eye contact—"

"Hi Darryl! Hi Edwin!" Bill stood on his toes and waved wildly. "Hey! Working hard or hardly working? Haha!"

"Oh, hey Goldie!" Durland waved back, and he and Blubs headed their direction. "How've you been, did you have a nice Summerween?"

"Ahh, I was stuck in the house—"

"Bill," Stan hissed. "Whaddaya think you're doing? Do you want them asking questions?"

"Hey," Durland said, "Why're you handcuffed to Stan?"

Bill turned toward Stan. He smiled at him. It was a smile that said I did not think this through.

"You need some help there?" Blubs asked. "I bet we've got a key that matches that handcuff model."

Stan bet Bill would love to accept that offer and go traipsing off with the cops. "Nope! That's fine! Thank you officers, but we're keeping the handcuffs on," Stan said. "Because." He paused. "They're necessary. For... uh... for me."

The cops and Bill watched him expectantly. Bill had that awful gleam in his eyes that he got when he saw an opportunity to make up a story.

"Because I'm old," Stan said. "It's to keep me from wandering into traffic."

Bill laughed, "Yep, that's true!" He jabbed Stan's shoulder with a finger (harder than necessary, he thought). "This guy's cataracts are so bad, sometimes he asks us if he's dying because all he a see is a white light in a dark tunnel! And the way his mind's going, woof—"

Stan growled, "All right you don't have to lay it on so thick—"

"—he's so addled it's like he's completely forgotten the last century of technology, he'll just walk right off the curb and expect the horse-drawn carriages to stop for him—"

"Hahaaa, but we won't bore you with my medical history!" Stan jerked on the handcuffs. "C'mon, Goldie, you're gonna make me late to my heart doctor appointment. You don't want my life on your hands, do you?"

Bill murmured, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Hold on," Blubs said. "You can't see? Didn't we just see you get out of the driver's seat of your car?"

Stan and Bill exchanged a look. Stan said, "Goldie's giving me directions."

"Oh! That makes sense," Durland said.

"All right," Blubs said, "We'll let you get to your doctor's appointment. You folks have a nice day."

As the cops left, Bill called after them, "You too! Hey, I'll see you guys at Rainbow Club!"

"See you there!" Durland turned to Blubs. "Y'know, I think Goldie's a step up from that seeing-eye bear."

Bill and Stan eyed each other. "All right, you're not bad at improv," Bill said. "I can respect a decent actor."

"You too," Stan said grudgingly. Bill looked at Stan like he expected a little more than that; but Stan kept his mouth shut. Bill didn't need the encouragement.

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Dr. Illing's "FREE CANDY" sign leaned hopefully near a gap in the fence around an overgrown lot by the barrel factory. The gap was large enough that a reasonably limber human could duck through with little difficulty; however, Stan was old and Bill was still controlling his alien body like a rookie puppeteer learning the marionette, so they circled halfway around the lot until they found a gate in the fence to push open. They trod across scraggly grass, a row of dying mushrooms, and years-old litter to reach an unmarked white van hooked up to a camper trailer.

The back hatch of the trailer was flipped up to serve as a makeshift metal awning, and inside, a tall, spindly man was snoring atop a military cot in his underwear, using a white lab coat like a blanket. Stan cleared his throat loudly, and when that didn't disrupt the snoring, knocked on the side of the trailer. "Hey! Doc!"

Dr. Illing jolted upright with a yelp, seized an enormous wireless power drill off the floor to point at them like a gun, lowered it slightly as he registered he wasn't under attack, then realized he was nearly naked and yelped again. He tumbled off the cot, flailed his way to his feet, and turned his back to them as he jerked on his coat and buttoned it. "Just—just a second!" He got on one sock, couldn't find the other, and gave up, pulling on his sneakers with one bare foot. "Sorry, so sorry, I must've—just—nodded off for a second, there—"

"Maybe we should have made an appointment," Bill said wryly. "He looks busy." Stan snorted.

Dr. Illing turned around, smoothing out his rumpled lab coat. He was a jumpy, twitchy man with heavy circles under his eyes, short badly-cut hair, and a 5 o'clock shadow that had evolved into a 25 o'clock shadow. His gaze darted nervously between their faces. "Sorry. Hi, hello, can I help you? Are you maybe here for a tooth extraction, or—or perhaps wisdom teeth removal...?" His gaze caught on Stan's face, and he started. "Stan Pines! I haven't seen you since I pulled your last tooth ten years ago! What are you doing here?" His brows creased in worry. "You're—you're not mad about that, are you—?"

"What? No! The dentures are—fine. They're actually lower maintenance than teeth. Sort of. In a way," Stan said. "No, I'm here to refer a new customer." He pointed at Bill.

Bill made a gesture like he was tipping an invisible hat. "Hi there!"

"A customer?" Dr. Illing said blankly. "Oh—yes! Of course, hold on—" He pulled a hospital curtain over the front half of the trailer to hide a dinette covered in laundry and old magazines, lifted one end of the military cot and slid a step stool under the legs to keep it raised, and tugged the arm of a dental light down from the ceiling to aim it at the chair.

Stan said, "So, do I get some kind of referral bonus, or..."

"Oh—sure, sure. Have a, uhh..." Dr. Illing opened a heavy yellow and black tool bag, pulled out a battered cookie tin, withdrew a gold coin, and offered it to Stan. "One of these or something, here."

"Huh." Stan inspected it. No idea what currency it was, but a gold coin was arguably cooler than actual cash.

The dentist batted aside the hospital curtain to grab a tiny stool from the dinette, shook a damp towel off the seat, placed the stool beside the cot, and sat. "Okay!" He clapped his hands. "New customer! What can I do you for?"

Bill had been gazing in naked longing at the bag hiding the gold coins; but at the question, he looked up with a grin. "I'm here for fillings!"

"Ah! Wonderful. No charge for fillings, of course." He started rummaging through his tool bag for supplies. "Do you know which teeth need them?"

"Whichever you think would look best with some," Bill said. "Driller's choice!"

Dr. Illing stopped rummaging to give Bill a perplexed look. "I—sorry, come again?"

"I said I'm leaving it in your hands." Bill climbed into the trailer and put his free hand on Dr. Illing' s shoulder. "I'll be straight with you, Frankie: all that matters is that my teeth do not currently have any gold in them, and I want that to change by the time I leave. I'm not too picky about the details beyond that."

The dentist stared at Bill, then glanced at Stan for confirmation. Stan shrugged and nodded. "Oh-kay!" Dr. Illing wasn't quite smiling, but there was a strange, eager gleam in his eye. "Super! This'll be fun!" He gestured for Bill to sit on the cot. "Let's see what I have to work with."

He ushered Stan in, and pulled the trailer's hatch shut.

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"Your teeth are amazing," Dr. Illing said, voice hushed with awe. "Perfectly white. Who's your usual dental hygienist? Did you just get these cleaned?"

"Nope," Bill said, forgetting for the third time that humans keep their teeth and their voice in the same hole and he shouldn't talk with the dentist's fingers in his mouth. Dr. Illing quickly pulled his hand back. "Just basic toothpaste, floss, and dish soap."

Dr. Illing shook his head in disbelief. "Well, they look amazing. And no wear at all, remarkable... Have you ever considered having any of these pulled? Do you mind if I take a few pictures?"

Stan shuddered as the dentist pulled out an old film camera and started snapping photos. "Yeesh. I forgot how creepy you are. Kinda glad I ran out of teeth."

Dr. Illing straightened up, snapped off the dental light, and sighed. "Well, I'm sorry to say that all your teeth are pristine. Not a hint of cavities—not even plaque. It'd be a shame to drill such pretty specimens. You're sure you don't want one pulled...?"

Stan grimaced, but Bill pursed his lips thoughtfully, as if he were considering a perfectly normal question. "As fun as that sounds, I said I want to leave with gold today, and the whole extraction-and-implantation process for gold teeth takes ages. Unless you happen to have a little secret magic trick to speed up the process?" Bill laughed, fixing Dr. Illing with a piercing stare.

Dr. Illing looked nervous. "Er—no."

"Then just the fillings. But who knows, maybe I'll feel naughty and be back in a couple of weeks." Bill laughed again. "Just pick a couple of your least favorite teeth to drill into!"

"Okay, suit yourself." Dr. Illing shrugged and fished around in an overstuffed cardboard box under the dinette table. "Let's gas you up and get drilling."

"You can skip the sedative," Bill said. "I don't mind a little pain. I prefer it, actually! It adds some zest to the experience..." He trailed off as he caught sight of the label on the gas canister Dr. Illing had pulled out. He pointed at a word, "I thought that additive was illegal."

Dr. Illing flinched guiltily. "Not in the state where I got it."

"Oh, buddy. I didn't realize I'd climbed into the party van!" Bill settled back on the cot, laced his hands behind his head, and got comfortable. "You know this stuff has something like sixty percent odds of causing hallucinations? Most people get either haloes around lights, or spiders. Go ahead, gas me—I wanna find out which I am."

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In five minutes, Bill was overjoyed to report that the dental light had a spider halo. He did not explain what this meant.

Since Stan had typically been under anesthesia himself whenever Dr. Illing operated on him, this was the first time he'd had an opportunity to watch the dentist at work. Stan discovered that when Dr. Illing drilled into a tooth, he didn't suck the resultant dust up with one of those little dental vacuums with a plastic tube Stan was more familiar with. Instead, when a bit of dust had accumulated, he reached in with what looked like a cotton swab, wiped up the tooth dust, and scraped it off into a Petri dish; and only then did he use the vacuum to suck out any saliva and continue. Was he saving the leftover tooth dust? He was an even bigger creep than Stan had thought.

By all appearances, Bill didn't handle the gas well. It wasn't that it made him sick, or that he wasn't having the time of his life. It just made him completely forget how to operate a human body. When Dr. Illing told him to hold his mouth open, he also held his eyes open until they watered; and whenever he lost the battle to keep them open, he automatically shut his mouth too, often to his own peril as Dr. Illing shouted about the drill jostling. Within ten minutes, Dr. Illing had given up on convincing Bill to keep his mouth open and instead started giving him blink breaks when he could shut his mouth.

It helped some, but they couldn't do anything about the fact that Bill had fully forgotten he couldn't talk while getting dental work done, and kept up a regular chatter—during which he cheerfully mentioned he'd died recently, attempted to explain that the entire universe was actually an elaborate hologram projecting from the "true" third dimension, and asked Dr. Illing all about the cruise to Panama he'd recently stowed away on (which the dentist hadn't mentioned). During one blink break, as Bill closed each eye separately, Dr. Illing leaned toward Stan and muttered, "So... what's her story?"

Stan tilted his head toward the Petri dish. "What's with the tooth shavings?"

Dr. Illing considered that, slowly nodded, and got back to work.

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After several hours, Dr. Illing wiped his brow and sighed in relief. "All right, that should do it. You've got fillings on five teeth now." Under his breath, he muttered, "It would have been two, if you hadn't kept talking while I was drilling."

Stan shook his head in amazement. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes," Bill said. "I've never felt pain like that before. What a rush."

"If you do come back for a tooth extraction, I'm getting a dental gag to keep your jaws open." Dr. Illing finished pulling out the array of clamps and barriers around the filling sites and wearily dropped down onto his stool. "There. The rest of the sedative should wear off gradually over the next few hours. Usually I tell patients to wait three or four hours before eating to let the swelling go down, but..." He waved wearily. "You can do whatever you want."

"Admit it, you like having an enthusiastic patient!" Bill heaved himself off the military cot, forgot he couldn't float, and immediately collapsed to the floor.

"Whoa there—" Stan helped Bill back to his feet. The handcuffs prevented him from getting an arm around Bill's back, so instead he helped keep him upright by firmly squeezing his upper arm. "I don't know about you, but I'm eating as soon as we get home. You made me miss lunch—and for some reason, I feel like I barely had any breakfast." Bill inexplicably found this declaration hilarious. Probably the sedative, Stan reasoned.

Bill waved at the dentist as Stan tugged him out the trailer's hatch, chattering the whole way: "Thanks for the gold, the sock you were looking for is a bookmark in the March issue of Floss Girls, Atlantis is rising as we speak, you have less than seven years to prepare for the plague, tell the little lady I said hi! Byyye!"

Stan squeezed Bill's arm tighter and muttered, "Would you cut that out?

Bill stumbled across the uneven lot. "I made up the part about Atlantis."

"Okay just shut up and stop saying weird things."

Bill attempted to walk sideways all the way back to the car.

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Stan gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his arms were trembling.

Bill was sprawled all over the front bench, the dashboard, the seatback, and Stan's shoulders.

On the radio, a hit 80's R&B song with a sexy saxophone was playing, "Babe, the sad things you've been through... I swear I'll make it up to you... If it takes a thousand years..."

Bill was singing at the top of his lungs directly in Stan's ear, "I'LL WIPE AWAY ALL YOUR TEARS, WOO!—sax solo!—BA DA-DA DA, BA DA-DAAA—"

Stan turned off his right hearing aid.

Every once in a while Bill attempted to grab the steering wheel and turn it in time to the song, like a kid playing in a toy car; Stan had given up telling him to stop and instead started just smacking his hand away every time he tried. After another smack, Bill draped his arm awkwardly over Stan again, and announced, "I can't feel my tongue at all! I bet I can chew it off!"

"Don't do that."

"The last time my mouth was this numb, my girlfriend had just gotten done with me, haha." Bill stuck his finger in his mouth to experimentally poke at his tongue. "I couldn' thee for the nex' hour from all the thporeth—"

"I swear if you don't shut up—"

Bill flopped his arm across Stan again. "I just realized I haven't gotten any action since I died. Wow. What's normal for humans, couple times a week until you start the slow lingering decline toward death?" He looked straight at Stan. Stan could feel that side of his face start to sweat. "This isn't a weird time to bring that up, is it?"

"Bill, if you say one more weird thing, you're riding home on the roof of the car."

Bill was quiet for three seconds. And then he started poking Stan's bicep. "Your arm's a lot meatier than Sixer's! What's your favorite flavor of cancer?"

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Mabel asked, "Why are you on top of the car?"

Bill—eyes wide, hair disheveled, one arm hanging through the driver's door, sprawled out clinging to the roof like his life depended on it—replied, "I don't know, it's all a blur."

Stan opened the car door and jerked on the handcuffs. "All right, get off my car."

Bill shakily climbed off, lay in the dirt, and tried to catch his breath. "That was fun. We should do that more often."

"Not on your life."

Eyeing the handcuffs, Dipper said, "What were you doing, anyway?"

"Nothing!" Stan snapped. "Why? Who's asking? I wasn't sneaking the demon out to get a shady back-alley dental procedure!"

Mabel and Dipper stared up at him.

Stan pointed at them. "What are you doing?"

"Going camping," Dipper said, turning so Stan could see his stuffed backpack.

"Something's been stealing Pacifica's alpacas at night, so we're going on a stake-out," Mabel said. "They took Giorgio. It's personal now."

"We think aliens might be abducting them," Dipper said.

From the ground, Bill said, "It's not aliens."

"Ah, taking the law into your own hands. It builds character," Stan said approvingly. "You need firearms?"

They exchanged a glance. "We're good," Mabel said. "Grunkle Ford loaned us his freeze ray. It seems less lethal."

As the kids headed toward the road, Bill finally heaved himself up. "Well, that was fun!"

"No it wasn't," Stan said.

"Your opinion doesn't matter. Anyway—" He shook his cuffed wrist. "We're home, get me out of this thing. It makes you look like my ugly accessory and I want my hoodie."

"I elevate your whole look!" Stan protested. "And I don't have the key, it's with Soos."

Mabel turned back to shout at them, "Soos is out! He's got a dinner date with Melody!"

Stan grimaced. "Uh-oh."

Bill shrugged and said, with a confidence Stan didn't share, "He left the key behind."

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"Oh man, sorry dudes," Soos said over the phone. "I totally forgot I still had it. Yeah, it's on my key ring. Is that, like, gonna be a problem, or...?"

"It's fine," Bill said, sitting atop Soos's office desk and leaning all the way across it to reach the phone. "Just pass it through the phone, we'll catch it."

"What?"

"Ignore him." Stan shoved Bill's face away. Bill gave him a dirty look as he straightened out his eyepatch, which he'd finally gotten to put on once they were home. Stan spun the desk chair away from Bill so he couldn't try to join the conversation again. "He's hopped up on psychedelic laughing gas. When are you gonna be back?"

"Uh..." Soos thought for several seconds. "Nooot for a while. Abuelita and I were talking about maybe kind of staying the night?"

"Well—pfff—can't you duck out and bring the key?"

"Uhhh. I would but, this is the first time Abuelita and I are having dinner with Melody's parents, and I'm really worried about impressing them parents, and the casserole's about to come out, and I think they might judge me if I leave, it would probably ruin dinner..."

"Okay, fine. What if we drive over to get the key?"

Far louder than necessary, Bill asked, "Stanley can I drive this time—!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Oh sure, that'd be fine," Soos said. "I'll give you directions, Melody's parents' place is in Portland. You got a pen?"

Stan frowned. "Portland."

"Yep."

"As in, outside the magic bubble trapping Bill in town."

Soos paused. "Oh, right."

Well, Stan wasn't about to make Soos look bad in front of his future in-laws. He'd never had in-laws, but he'd seen enough sitcoms to know how messy that could get. "Never mind. We'll figure something out. You kids enjoy dinner." Stan hung up the phone, sighed, and turned to face Bill. (Bill had plucked a figurine of a bulky robot in a cute girly pose off of Soos's desk, and was staring at it in wonder, like he'd never seen overpriced anime convention merch before.) "You got any other bright ideas?"

"We could still call Darryl and Edwin..."

"No way," Stan snapped. "I am not calling the cops for help! Never gonna happen. I'd rather wait for Soos to get back in the morning if I have to!"

"Oh would you." Bill laughed scornfully. "And what do you plan to do until then?"

####

They got TV dinners and grumpily watched Cash Wheel together.

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(This entire chapter was just an extended excuse to annoy Stan and Bill as much as possible. But mostly Stan. Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed I'd appreciate a comment or reblog!!)

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #grunkle stan #stanley pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fic #gravity falls fanart #fanart #my art #my writing #bill goldilocks cipher #(please pretend the first song sounds like Unchained Melody)#(please pretend the second song sounds like Careless Whisper)

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LET ME IN! - youre special

synopsis - jeon yn is a mysterious human being. people only know her as “kazuhas silent buddy”. this makes beomgyu curious. curious enough to try and befriend yn himself. if only she wasnt so stubborn…

warnings - written, angst (ish), they kiss, mentions of food, mentions of blood (no ones bleeding), i think thats it but lmk if im mistaken

wc - around 1k (i rlly dont know what happened😭 it was supposed to be like 748 words)

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‘seasons’ by wave to earth plays on the radio as you drive down the street, about a block away from beomgyu’s house. youd be wrong to deny that youre a little excited to hang out with beomgyu. maybe its because you missed the feeling of having fun with beomgyu. or maybe youre just excited to go out. nothing to do with beomgyu, right? … we both know thats not the truth.

soon enough, you find yourself in front of beomgyus house. he lives with his parents but theyre usually at work around this time of day. seeing that he wasnt outside already, you decide to pull out your phone and text him.

‘im outside’ you send.

delivered

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read 1:04 pm

‘omw☺️’ he replies. you chuckle, putting the car in park and then wait patiently for beomgyu to come out.

‘candy rain’ by soul for real plays as you sit in the cool car. then from the corner of your eye, you see beomgyu rushing out the door. a little scoff escapes your lips as you let a small smile spread across your face. beomgyu reaches for the door and yanks it open, out of breath. before you could scold him for almost breaking your car (that you nearly sold your soul for), he speaks first.

“hey~” he says, an attempt to flirt with you. his arms are resting against the roof of your car, a smirk displayed on his lips. despite the blood that rushes to your cheeks, you give him an unamused look.

“you better sit down before i speed off without you” hearing this, beomgyu rushes into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him. you both buckle up at the same, sitting in awkward silence for a hot minute.

you take a small glance at beomgyu before quickly averting your gaze back to your lap. clearing your throat, you decide to speak up.

“do.. do you wanna connect?” beomgyu snaps his head to you and nods excitedly, like a little kid. as he proceeds to connect, you start to drive away from his house.

‘one wish’ by ray j plays as beomgyu immediately starts to sing along. he rolls down his window and starts passionately singing the lyrics to random strangers on the street. some laugh, some look at him weirdly. meanwhile you do both. its hard to focus on driving when beomgyus next to you, shouting “if i had one wish” off tune.

when you arrived to an amusement park, beomgyu started to shout and jump excitedly in his seat, ‘always’ playing quietly in the back. you chuckle at beomgyus energy.

“excited much?” you tease. beomgyu freezes and turns to you.

“me? pffsh,” he waves you off “i dont get excited over such.. childish things”

from excited to unbothered, beomgyu sits, acting as if he isnt about to pass out due to excitement.

“so.. should we go somehwere else?” it was just a joke. but beomgyu looked like he would actually start crying if you backed out from the parking lot.

“please no..” he nearly whimpers. puppy eyes on full display. you roll your eyes and rush him out the car.

the air smells of greasy hotdogs and cotton candy. youve been here multiple times with soo and kazuha, but this is your first time going with beomgyu.

“lets go!” beomgyu exclaims. and before you know it, youre being dragged by the arm.

10 rollercoasters, 2 cotton candy cones, 3 hotdogs (cause beomgyu ate his AND yours), and at least 5 bathroom breaks later, you and beomgyu find yourselves in line for the ferris wheel. the sun is starting to set, giving you a perfect opportunity to take a picture and post it on your instagram story.

“im so excited!!” beomgyu says, basically vibrating due to how quickly hes moving. he must be hyper.

“i am too.. but if you move a single muscle while we’re up there, im gonna push you off” you joke. soon its your guys’ turn to get onto the ferris wheel.

beomgyu is on your left. your phone clutched in your right hand, ready to take some photos once you reach the top. once you make it up, the ride pauses. you let out a relaxed sigh, seeing such a beautiful sight in front of you.

“wow..” it barely comes out as a whisper, but beomgyu hears it. he smiles as he admires you. though youre not facing him, he thinks youre the prettiest view. no sunset, or pretty lights could compare to your beauty, he thinks. he pulls out his phone and secretly takes a photo of you. smiling, he tucks his phone back into his pocket and sighs.

“thank you..” he says lowly. this causes you to turn to him. you chuckle.

“for what?” beomgyu shrugs.

“for bringing me here.. its been a while since we’ve hung out and this feels.. refreshing” you stay silent at beomgyus words. but you continue to stare at him.

““i dont know.. but im glad we’re making progress. you know.. rebuilding our friendship and everything. what i did was stupid but im willing to do about anything to make it up to you. youre very special to me, yn..”

silence fills the atmosphere. beomgyu looks down at his hands, and you turn to look at the view again. it isnt until the ride slowly starts moving again that you speak.

“..really? you really feel that way?” beomgyu looks at your figure, despite the fact that youre still not facing him.

“yeah.. i really do, yn. its okay if you dont feel the same tho-“

he wasnt able to finish his sentence because you suddenly turn around, hands swiftly grabbing his face and then.. you connect your lips to his.

beomgyus eyes widen. just two seconds ago, he thought you were gonna slap him. yell at him. laugh at his face or SOMETHING. never did he think that your lips would be on top of his… but damn did it feel good.

you dont pull away until the ride comes to a complete stop, both of your guys’ cheeks turning red by the second. once you both are on the ground again, beomgyu clears his throat.

“lets go?” he asks, blush still on his cheeks in which you smile at him.

“lets go.”

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author’s note - LMAO I JS REALIZED THAT HE NVR ACTUALLY SAYS THE WORDS “youre special”😭😭

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈𝐈)

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« Part 1 | Part 3 » [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] Zeke loses his mind because monarch butterflies have taken roost in the trees by his house and he is tasked with keeping an eye on his little brother. You lose your mind because your crush on him is becoming too much to bear. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.6k [ CONTENT ] High school AU, butterflies, Eren being a menace but in a cute way, snow cones, a kiss, blue texts are from him + green are from you.

bugs, your opinion? what jind of bug? kind* a really cool jind you’ve never heard of stop. wHAT BUG? b u t t e r f l y that’s not a bug what’d you do? read about bugs last night? It’s pretty obvi that butterflies aren’t bugs

"So you're the bug expert now, huh? Queen of bugs? Should I call you if I see a weird one instead of asking strangers on Reddit?"

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, phone in hand, the wood flooring chill against your feet. At this point in your friendship it was typical Zeke behavior to send you a series of vague texts and subsequently accost you with an exasperated phone call. You were surprised he became so comfortable with you so fast. He seemed so elusive initially, so mysterious.

"Do you... Do you actually do that?"

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you. You heard him clear his throat on the other end of the line.

"Listen I do a lot of shit on Reddit, kiddo. Also who the fuck says 'obvi' anymore?"

"Whatever. Why are you going off about butterflies?" you asked.

He mockingly gasped.

"You're joking, right?"

Your face grew warm. What could he be talking about? Was he going to ask you out? You shook your head, freeing yourself from the notion he'd pursue you in such a way. You were friends, pals, buds. You rode your bikes through the suburbs late at night. You hung out behind old churches, snacking on candy while he chain smoked. You talked about how dumb it was that people bought each other stars and how overrated the Catcher in the Rye was. Zeke's distaste for J.D. Salinger was unparalleled. It was awe inspiring in a "I just turned 18 and this is so deep" sense. You couldn't help but admire him.

"No," you conceded.

"I'm so disappointed in you."

"Ouch. My heart."

He sighed, realizing he was being a little shit. "The monarchs are hanging out in the eucalyptus trees by my house."

"What do you need me to do? Help you harvest and eat them?” you snickered.

“Gross, no. Open your door.”

A pebble thudded against your window. You peered out and saw Zeke standing there in his baseball uniform. You rarely saw him in normal clothes. He jumped up and down, and waved at you, nearly dropping his phone as he did so. His excitement was always palpable when he saw you.

You ran down the stairs and slid across the floor, gliding past the door. You groaned as you walked backwards to align yourself with it and turned the knob. The door barely opened before Zeke came bursting in.

"Harvest? Consume? You’re fuckin—Wait, is your mom home?"

You shook your head. Zeke liked to be on his best behavior when your mother was around. She wasn't particularly strict or judgmental, but he refused to swear in front of her. He compulsively ate mints and always made sure to come by with a half-dozen maple bars, her favorite doughnut.

"Are you insane? Do you know how incredible it is that this shit—" He pulled out his phone and showed you a picture of Eren running away from a monarch butterfly, "—is still around?" He handed over the pastel pink box. The smell of maple icing filled the room.

"You shouldn't talk about your brother that way," you said, pulling one out of the box much to Zeke's chagrin.

He snatched the box away from you.

“They’re usually gone by February. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them during the summer.” He glanced down at your shoeless feet. "You're so slow. They'll be dead before we get there."

"Oh my god. Hold on. You didn’t even give me a chance—”

You stuffed the doughnut in your mouth and grabbed a pair of sneakers. They were a rather old pair. The soles were worn down, the tread nonexistent. Once blindingly white now a dingy grey. You slipped them on with relative ease. They hugged your feet like a bodycon dress from the early 2010s.

"Of course you don't untie them," Zeke scoffed, as he grabbed your arm. His hand was heavy and callused, but still gentle.

"Let go of me, butterfly boy," you teased, not bothering to pull your arm away.

Across the street from Zeke's house was a grove of eucalyptus trees. Their astringent scent filled the air. The tide was high, hindering any sulfurous stench that could mar their clean aroma. They were tall, the tops barely visible. You marveled at their height even though you had certainly seen taller trees. The redwoods were frighteningly large with their colossal trunks. They seemed almost monstrous in comparison to the lanky eucalyptus trees that gracefully swayed. You and Zeke took a deep whiff while Eren complained in the background.

"It smells like pee."

"Eren," Zeke said calmly.

"Like yellow pee."

"Stop."

Zeke’s patience waned.

"Like you need to drink some water pee."

It didn’t take long for his patience to dissipate and be replaced with utter irritation.

"Eren!"

It was rare for Zeke to raise his voice. You'd only ever heard him do it when he was on the phone with his parents; though he mostly spoke to Carla in a polite manner. Eren pouted and walked off in the opposite direction, swinging a large eucalyptus branch. It whipped up dust in his wake.

"I hate yelling at him. I always feel like such a dick after."

"Well he was being annoying."

"Doesn't mean I have to yell."

You plopped down on the ground in the shade; Zeke joined you, resting his head on your shoulder. A coastal breeze swept through the trees. You stared up at the colony of monarch butterflies as they ebbed in the wind. They clung to the waxy, oblong leaves looking like little clumps of orange and black flowers.

You shivered and pulled your olive green windbreaker tight around you. You hated the random days in July that were tormented with clouds, the kind that dappled the blue sky like soot. Zeke draped an arm around you.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. I mean, look at him," you said.

You pointed over to Eren as he rolled around in the dirt, cackling like a maniac. He looked like a chinchilla taking a dust bath.

"Doesn't matter. That's not the kind of person I wanna be."

"What kind of person do you wanna be?"

Zeke went quiet for a few seconds, though to you they felt like hours. Had you asked the wrong question? Crossed a boundary? Finally, he spoke.

"Steve Buscemi."

"What?!"

Zeke avoided serious conversations by bringing up non sequiturs. Anytime you broached something too existential he misdirected you, anything to avoid talking about his lack of identity or his daddy issues.

"Why does sparkling water taste weird after it goes flat?"

"Do you know how easy it was to fly before September 11th?"

"I just poisoned us. The anecdote is listening to Macintosh Plus in my bedroom. Hurry!"

"You ever been to Pyongyang, kiddo?"

"Who's your favorite dude from the Kids in the Hall? The only answer is Bruce McCulloch."

Zeke was an open book, but with a few key pages ripped out.

You studied his face, desperate to find a crack in his facade. He turned his head towards you. His grey eyes cursed with despondency. They were a dead giveaway when he was conflicted. You fingered a rough eucalyptus seed and shoved it in your pocket. You figured why not avoid some fleas while you tried to navigate this conversation.

"Steve. Buscemi. Are you not familiar?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.

"I know who Steve Buscemi is."

"Prove it."

"He's the guy that gets fed into the wood chipper in Fargo."

"Precisely."

"Are you saying you wanna get fed into a wood chipper?" you questioned, voice weighed down with anxiety.

"Maybe. Would you miss me?”

"Wood chipper?!" Eren exclaimed.

Zeke sighed and stood up, mussing your hair. Eren leapt off the ground and brushed the dirt off his knees. He sprinted over and wrapped himself around Zeke's legs like a boa constrictor.

"Violence isn't the answer," Eren said, his voice muffled by Zeke's pants.

"That's funny coming from you, Mr. I Poured Kerosene Down an Ant Hill and Lit It On Fucking Fire."

"He did what?" you asked flatly.

You knew Eren was a little turd, but you didn't realize he was apt to commit crimes against bug humanity.

"They were coming into the house! Mom found one in her coffee and screeched." He looked up at you; his green eyes couldn't have been any bigger. "Screeeeeeeched!"

"Seems like overkill to be honest," you quipped.

"It's us or them," Eren lamented.

“Didn’t Carla just explain nuance to you?”

“Didn’t you talk to my mom about how to talk to gi—”

Zeke blushed and clutched Eren’s head to his leg, trying to muffle his voice.

“What did you talk to Carla about? Gills?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

“Hahah!” Zeke’s laugh was painfully staccato. “Yup!”

“Hm, bugs and gills. You’re a bit of a weirdo, Zekey Poo.”

You held your hand to your chin as if you were deep in thought. Zeke rolled his eyes and let go of Eren.

Eren stuck his tongue out. “Your pants taste like fabric.”

“I should fucking hope so.”

"Aw, you’re getting grumpy," Eren teased.

Zeke’s mouth was a thin line. He was stone-faced, almost like Rodin himself sculpted his visage. His eyes were dead, lifeless, the color of ash. Embarrassment and discontent had sucked any semblance of joy from them.

"Wait no, he's crumpy. Crabby and grumpy, just like dad."

You couldn't help but laugh much to Zeke's annoyance. You nudged him, hoping he'd lighten up but he remained as he was. A monarch butterfly lilted to the ground and twitched pathetically in the dirt.

"Alright, that was thoroughly depressing. Come on, you’re going back inside.”

Zeke trudged towards the house with Eren still clinging to his leg; you followed close behind. You wanted to think of something fun to do now that it was just going to be the two of you.

“Snow cones, Zeke. I want one.”

“I want one too!” Eren cheered.

Zeke gritted his teeth. “Maybe next time.”

“But I wanna get one with you guys now.”

“You should have thought about that before you started calling me made up words like crumpy.”

"I'll never eat anything blue raspberry. That looks radioactive," Zeke chastised.

The two of you sat at a mint green table on the boardwalk. You licked your neon blue snow cone. The syrup started to drip from the bottom of the cardboard, leaving your hand sticky with sugar.

"Oh, and green apple looks any less nuclear?"

"You ever hear about Cherenkov radiation?"

“I haven’t.”

“Well it’s—”

You interrupted him. “I don’t remember saying ‘Oh, Zeke, please tell me!’”

He held his arm at a strange angle, trying to avoid snow cone dripping down his sleeve.

“But I love telling you things without consent,” he said, voice almost cracking as the saccharine liquid made its way to his sleeve. “Oh, that’s perfect, just beautiful.”

You stifled a laugh. It occurred to you that openly laughing at a friend’s misfortune could be perceived as rude, or even malicious. You cleared your throat and cautiously bit into your snow cone.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you do that, kiddo.”

“Bite into a snow cone?” you asked, chomping into yours.

The second your teeth made contact they stung pain, it reverberated throughout your head. You wailed as you were overtaken by brain freeze. Unlike you Zeke didn’t stifle his laughter. He guffawed openly, bringing unwanted attention to the situation. You sunk down into your seat, setting your snow cone on the table on its side. The agony stripped you of any sense; it didn’t even occur to you that your snow cone would leak all over. Zeke got up, tossed his snow cone in the trash, and quickly grabbed what seemed like a pound of napkins.

“Next time you suggest food I’m ignoring you. Or I’m gonna make you pick something less fucking drippy.”

“Fair enough,” you said, picking up your depressing mess of a snow cone. “I need to wash my hands.”

Zeke held his hands out in front of him. “Ugh. Me too.”

After ditching the messy snow cones the two of you wandered around, searching for a bathroom. It was a thankless task. Most places sold overpriced wares and demanded you purchase something to use the bathroom. It was understandable; the area was a tourist trap. There would be endless lines trailing out of the little cafes that dotted the streets if the businesses were more lax. Beachgoers who thought they were too good for the porta potties would coagulate in the entrances. A disaster in the making.

“I mean, like, I get it. But I also don’t wanna spend $7 on a single scone so I can wash my hands,” you said.

“Could go buy hand sanitizer,” Zeke suggested.

“It’s not the same,” you replied solemnly.

“You sound so wistful. It’s like you’re reminiscing about an old lover. Should I be jealous?”

You playfully kicked Zeke in the shin.

“Hardly. They’d never compare to you.”

“That’s… Uh, I—Oh, we could walk to the beach and use those shitty sinks!”

Zeke grabbed your hand, hoping to drag you towards the beach. But you yanked it away just as his fingers grazed your skin.

“Wait. I need to tell you something.”

He gulped.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, fuck, kiddo. Out with it then.”

“I like you.”

“Who?”

You nervously tugged at your hair. There was still time to backtrack. You could have said just kidding or by “you” I mean Steve Buscemi. But you froze, eyes were flooded with panic. You went to speak but nothing came out. The confession wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You had a plan! You wanted a late night drive up to the mountains. You wanted to stare up at the stars while you both lazed around on a blanket. Zeke would be smoking and talking about something dumb like lo-fi hip hop, and you were going to pluck the cigarette from his mouth and kiss him like they did in all those ridiculous teen movies. It was so cliché, but warm, summer nights were made for that kind of stuff.

However here you were, hands sticky with sugar standing on the sidewalk as tourists strutted by complaining about how packed the boardwalk was. The sun beat down on you, the clouds finally subsiding. You wanted to cry. How could you have managed to set yourself up for failure this bad? You wiped your eyes with your sleeve and tried to gain composure.

“Uh, no one,” you finally choked out.

Zeke rolled his eyes and pulled you towards him. He cupped your face with his hands and planted a kiss on your lips. He pulled away rather quickly.

“Holy shit. My bad. I, uh, should have asked. Fuck, why didn’t I ask?”

“It’s… I don’t care.”

A smile crept across your face which allowed a wave of relief to wash over Zeke.

“You don’t?” he asked.

“No… I mean, your hands left my face sticky which is absolutely disgusting but other than that I don’t give a fuck. No. Wait. I mean, I do. I do give a fuck because I, you know, like you… or whatever.”

You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a little peck on the neck.

“You’re going to wipe your hands on me, aren’t you?”

“I think I earned that right,” you said smugly, wiping them on his back.

He awkwardly kissed your forehead; his soft lips lingered.

“I suppose you did, kiddo. I suppose you did.”

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goldgalaxytea-fanfics · 4 years

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The Little Jellyfish (Asra) - Chapter 1: So hold my hand

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi, Other

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationship: Asra Alnazar x Reader

Characters: Asra Alnazar, Reader, You

Additional Tags: MerMay, MerMay 2020, Mer AU, mermaid au, Alternate Universe, AU, Mer Asra, Jellyfish Asra, Merperson Asra (The Arcana), human reader, Reader-Insert, x Reader, gender neutral reader, male reader - Freeform, Female Reader, no specific pronouns used for reader, Frozen (Disney Movies) References, First Meetings, Movie Night, Frozen movie marathon, Sleepy Cuddles, Couch Cuddles, Cuddling & Snuggling, One (1) forehead kiss, Mer Asra learns about the human world, Little Mermaid Elements, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex

Words: 1,949

Summary:

Notes:

This is the first part of a series for MerMay 2020! Each part will be a separate story featuring a mer!love interest x human!reader. There will be 6 stories in total, one for each LI! Full disclosure, each one will end in fishy horizontal tangos👀

(Chapter title from "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men)

Chapter 2 ▶️

Series Masterlist

Merpeople weren’t real, they were simply stories told throughout the centuries to entertain people. They were myths, legends, folklore, or at least, that’s what you thought. So when you saw a person in his birthday suit stumbling around the beach near your house, your first thought wasn’t omg what if that’s a merperson that just got legs and that’s why he’s falling over like a toddler? No, it was holy shit is he drunk out of his mind? Though since it was the middle of the day and there hadn’t been any parties nearby last night it quickly shifted to oh my god he’s either on drugs or bat shit crazy. You tried ignoring him, but it was difficult watching him stumble around like a newborn foal, especially with the adorable pout he had every time he tumbled back down onto the sand. You sighed, grabbing a towel and heading outside, silently praying that you wouldn’t grow to regret this decision.

“Hey…” Vibrant purple eyes snapped to yours, the pure wonder and awe swimming in them surprised you, he looked like a kid set loose in a candy shop. If this was a cartoon he’d have literal stars in his eyes. Seriously what the hell is up with this person? You took in the rest of his appearance, pointedly avoiding anywhere below his waist. A white tattoo of an unfamiliar symbol rested right above his heart, a stark contrast to his golden brown skin. The sun shining favorably upon him almost gave him the illusion of actual gold. White fluffy curls danced around his head in every direction, almost like a cloud had descended from the sky just to rest upon his head. He was so gorgeous he couldn’t possibly be real. What the literal fuck. This was just getting weirder and weirder.

“Um… are you okay?” Your eyes finally drifted back to his, shocked to find he had been checking you out as well. Your cheeks grew warm, but you couldn’t blame it on the warm weather. Clearing your throat and avoiding his intense gaze you hold the towel out to him. He tilted his head curiously. “You, uh, you should cover yourself. This isn’t a nude beach so you’ll probably get in trouble.” His soft lips parted as he finally spoke.

“Oh, right, forgot about that.” His voice itself sounded like the world’s most beautiful song, yet what he said was the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard. Who in their right mind forgets they can’t be nude in public? Your heart sank. Maybe he wasn’t in his right mind… You swept your doubt under the rug, he obviously needed assistance and you were determined to see this through. Besides he seemed harmless. He took the towel, long slender fingers brushing against yours. You jumped, his fingers were freezing. Worry settled heavily in your chest. You were no doctor, but it was definitely not a good sign he was cold in the middle of one of the hottest days of the summer. “Would you like to go to my house?” You spoke before you could even weigh the pros and cons of that kind of offer. He blinked. “I could give you some proper clothes to wear until you can get your own.” You offered your hand to him. He stared at you for a moment, thinking over your offer. His curious expression broke into a wide smile as he took your hand. You helped him up but refused to let go of his hand, trying your best to transfer some heat into the icy limb. He did his confused little head tilt again and your heart skipped a beat. It's not fair that he's so other worldly hot and so goddamn adorable. “Your hands are cold, I’m just trying to warm them up.”

“Thank you.” He flashed his blinding smile again. Yeah, he’s definitely going to be the death of you. The both of you walked in silence, it was quite peaceful really. Until cold arms wrapped around you. You shrieked and jumped away from him. His eyes were wide, but he refused to look at you. Instead choosing to stare sadly at his hands, like they were at fault. “I apologize-”

“It’s okay!” You quickly cut him off, not being able to stand him looking like a kicked puppy for another second. “You just surprised me.” You opened your arms in invitation. It only took a second for him to throw himself into your arms, practically tackling you. The force nearly toppled you over but you managed to keep the both of you on your feet. He nuzzled his head against yours.

“So warm…” He whispered. You laughed, trying to suppress your shivers. It felt like hugging a block of ice, this definitely isn’t normal. You speed walked back to your home as fast as you could with a half naked person clinging to you. As soon as you got in the door you freed yourself from the handsome stranger’s embrace, a soft whine escaping him as you hurried to get him clothes and blankets. You returned to him with the large pile, dumping it on the couch as he watched you with curious eyes. He hadn’t moved from where you left him. You gestured him over and he came immediately, nearly tripping over the end table.

“I got some warm pajamas for you and some blankets so you can keep warm. Do you feel sick?” You inquired. He merely shook his head and went to grab the clothes from the couch. “Wait! You’re still covered in sand.” You smacked your head, how could you forget that so easily? “My bathroom’s down the hall so you can rinse off.” You pointed in the direction. He didn’t move, just staring at you. “Do you... do you need help with the shower?”

“Yes…” He sheepishly mumbled. You grabbed the pjs and then his wrist, guiding him down the hallway.

“It’s okay! I’ll show you how to work it.” You set the clothes on the counter and showed him the shower, demonstrating how to turn it on and off and how to change the temperature. He paid full attention to your mini lesson, very interested in the shower and how it worked. Once you felt confident he knew what he was doing you left him to his own devices. Making your way back to the couch you took a glance at the time. Oh it was 6 PM already. You headed towards the kitchen, deciding to make some Chicken Noodle Soup. It would quickly warm the mysterious stranger up and hopefully help with whatever was wrong with him.

As soon as you poured the soup into two bowls soft footsteps came down the hallway. You turned to smile at him as he entered the kitchen, trying to hold back a laugh. His hair was somehow even puffier now. Without thinking you reached out to feel how soft it was. Your hand gently drifted through what you swore could’ve been a real life cloud. A pleased sigh broke you from your trance. Embarrassed you pulled your hand back as if you'd been burned. He pouted while you quickly changed subjects.

“I made us some lunch." You carried the bowls over to the couch, setting them down on the table. You patted the other side of the couch, motioning him to sit next to you. As he sat down you realized the irony of what he was wearing. You had grabbed the first pajamas you could reach, which just so happened to be Frozen themed pajamas. You laughed, earning another curious stare from your beautiful companion.

"Why are you laughing?" He was confused but your good mood must have been infectious, for he was smiling along with you.

"Your skin is ice cold and I gave you Frozen themed pajamas." You snorted at the sight of blue snowflakes and Olaf scattered all over the white fabric while his brows furrowed.

"But… those clothes are not made of ice?" He questioned. He can't be serious. You observed his lost expression. Holy shit he's serious.

"Frozen is a movie about-"

"What's a movie?" He asked. You blinked, processing what he had said.

"You're… you're not from around here are you?" You wondered aloud. That would explain why he didn't seem to understand anything. It was a flimsy excuse but it was the best you could think of. A musical laugh brought your attention back to your guest. His eyes were mischievous, like he knew something you didn't.

"That is correct. I'm from a very different place than here." He didn't elaborate.

"Okay. Well it's probably better to just show you instead then." You turned on the TV and put the movie on. His violet eyes were glued to the screen as soon as the opening sequence started playing. He paid no mind to you as you wrapped the both of you up in a large fluffy blanket. His eyes only strayed when you handed him his bowl of soup. His eyes stayed on you, observing how you ate your soup before copying what you did. He hummed pleasantly as he devoured the warm food. You tried your best to focus on the movie but it was honestly more entertaining to watch him and his reactions to it instead.

The farther you got into the film, the closer the two of you got. By the end he was pressed up against your side as he cried onto your shoulder. You held him and patted his curls in comfort. As the credits rolled you were both practically cuddling.

"It's over?" He asked, disappointment laced through his voice.

"Yeah it's over. But there's a second movie!" He perked up at that.

"Can we watch that movie too?" He gave you puppy eyes. Even if you wanted to it felt impossible to say no to that face.

"Of course! It wouldn't be a Frozen marathon without the second one!" He happily hugged you. You hid your blush by starting the next film. His attention immediately focused back on the screen, but his arms stayed wrapped around you. You didn't complain, settling your head on his shoulder. You noticed he had grown warmer. He wasn't as warm as a person normally should be, but he wasn't freezing anymore. He felt more lukewarm than anything. Despite that though he felt so comfy. You imagined this is what cuddling a cloud felt like. The softness of him against you was like a siren's song lulling you to sleep. The events of the movie faded away as you succumbed to the gentle lullaby. Soft white locks tickled your face as you realized you were hearing a lullaby. Your new friend was quietly singing along to the movie, voice soft and sweet as you felt his song pull you deeper into the inky abyss of sleep. The last thing you could recall was something soft pressing gently against your forehead.

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You awoke slowly, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you remembered the events of yesterday. You searched for the gorgeous stranger but he was nowhere to be found. The only trace of him was a conch shell left where he had been sitting the night before. It was as white as his hair with the same strange symbol as his tattoo carved into the smooth surface. You examined the shell’s beauty, wondering if you'd ever see him again. Your heart sank as you realized you never got his name, let alone a way to contact him. So it was not likely. It seemed that the movie night would be your only encounter with the mysterious person.

Oh how wrong you were.

Notes:

Fun fact! The Frozen pjammies in the fic are based on pjs I have irl😂

Also Frozen is one of my favorite movies so ofc I'm going to put it in a fic if given the opportunity🥰

Chapter 2 ▶️

Series Masterlist

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jimjamthehorrorman · 4 years

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Unconditional Love

This was the first time you let the big man in the mask around your dog. You were anxious because she was jumpy and you don't know how HE will react to HER.

You bought a beautiful Husky three years ago, prior to your move to Texas. You wanted a "guard dog" but you ended up with a sassy, lazy dog who steals crackers from the counter when you aren't looking. She's absolutely a sweetheart to everyone she meets in your little town, but she is afraid of masks and intimidating people. Halloween is her least favorite time of year and everyone knows because while you're handing out candy to the few kids around, there's a deep bellowing bark coming from the windows on your porch.

You met the Sawyers when you picked up a side job at their gas and barbeque shack about thirteen miles down the way. Drayton was a blessing, overly polite and insistent upon you working as little as possible.

"Y/N, you oughta head on home now and get you some rest you're looking awful weak."

"No, I'm alright! I've only got about an hour left and I wanted to lock up with you-" you felt as weak as he thinks you look. You'd been sick all day, lightheaded and spiraling. "-It's fine, I'm fine!"

Drayton looked you up and down.

"Alright. Just don't come crying to me when I catch you sleeping on the job!" He chuckled as he started taking the meat off of the hooks inside the glass case.

"Taking it home to the family?" He never talked about his family and you were curious. You could not keep yourself from asking. Everything was such a mystery, hell, you didn't even know the man who sat outside washing the cars that came for gas.

He stuttered, holding the back of his neck like a child caught in a lie. "H-Ha! I've got to feed grandpa and my brothers. They usually go hunting for their meat but no one can resist my barbeque! It's the best meat-" He smiled coyly. "-Anyhow, you need to head on home young m/w. I've got my brother coming up to pick up some firewood from behind the shack. He's a skittish fella and not real good at talkin so I don't want to embarrass him. Now head on out! Tomorrow we'll make a big jar of Sun Tea to sell and I'll save some for us. It's gonna be hot as hell out!"

He nearly shoved you out the door. It's obvious either you looked like you were DYING or he had a BIG SECRET to hide.

"Alright, I'll head out. Tell the boys I said hello!"

He smiled and shut the door behind you. You started to hop in your truck and realized your keys were still inside.

"Shit."

You tried to slide in the backdoor before Drayton saw you were there, but getting back out of the truck you felt awful dizzy and fell to the ground on the way in. You felt yourself falling in and out of consciousness and the as you finally start to lose the battle, you hear a rattling.

You lose the fight and the next thing you remember is waking to the face of a dissapointed and fuzzy Drayton helping you out of your own truck with a man with a very deformed face, but maybe it was just your eyes.

The deformed man was incredibly tall and squealed like a child as he sat you on the porch swing. He patted your face to try to fully wake you. A man with a strange mark on his face drove Drayton's truck all the way here.

"What a fall huh?! Rough fall, hard fall. You must be tired or something. He/Her/They must be dying. Looks sick, pale like Grandpa."

"Nubbins, you and Bubba help Y/N into the house. They're my best employee so you better not screw this one up! If you drop them I'll beat the tar out of you fools!"

You could tell Drayton was serious. Who knew he appreciated you that much.

Barking eminated from the house. A horrible screech. You knew that sound.

"DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!"

"What?" Drayton looked confused.

"I'll go in on my own. I'll go lay down don't worry about me. Thanks boys I really appreciate the help but you can't come in. I've got a dog that might eat you alive!" You hurriedly told them, finding your way to the door in the dark. "I'll see you tomorrow Drayton! I'll see you boys again sometime soon!"

They all stood in disbelief on the porch as you slammed the door and turned the light on so they could get to the truck safely. Your dog met you at the door and she was PISSED. Not only did you keep her from seeing guests, but you're late and she's hungry.

"Sorry -pet name-, I'll get you some food."

You poured the bag of kibble quickly and clumsily, half of it on the floor. She could tell you were off and after she ate she climbed up on the couch and laid beside you. It was a long night for you both.

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It had been two weeks since the incident, Drayton laughs it off that he went through all the trouble to take you home and make sure you were safe. Perhaps he had invested interest in your health, perhaps he had no friends but you and the gas guy. Either way he appreciated you. A lot.

"Y/N, I'm making dinner tonight do you want to back here this evenin'? Now you don't have to come, and you don't have to feel pressured to come over but I wanted to have you over. Just remember to feed your vicious pup before you come!" He chuckled, clearly nervous.

Shit, does Drayton like you?

"Now don't you worry this isn't a romantic thing, no, my brothers and I wanted you over to be sure you're eating good. You living there alone, you ought to have you a good meal!"

He wants you to come back to the gas station for dinner? What's wrong with his house? Doesn't matter, you won't turn down homemade food. You've been living off of cheap pot pies and snack foods. Your stomach rumbles at the thought of fresh steak and vegetables.

"I'll be here! Don't you worry." As the words escape your lips he gives you a huge smile and waves you off.

You feed your pup, give her a good pet and head out the door.

The sound of sizzling comes from the kitchen, but Drayton is sitting beside you.

"Who's our chef tonight, Drayton?"

He looks at you smiling ear to ear.

"My youngest brother Bubba wanted to make sure you eat well. He felt so bad about you being sick and all that he made you something special."

The boy with the strange birthmark comes out of the back room smiling. He's so strange and erratic that it's almost comedic.

"Bubba makes good food! Normally Drayton is 'The Cook' but tonight me and Bubba made some good meat! Not quite headcheese or anything real tasty but we got some good uh.. some good steaks! Yeah steaks!"

You laugh. Drayton makes a face at him real fast thinking you didn't see. You did.

Your stomach growls, the smell from the tiny kitchen is alluring. Savory, like good meat with flavorful spices.

"Nubbins go tell your brother our guest is getting hungry! I knew I shoulda made dinner you two bafoons!"

Nubbins blows a raspberry at Drayton and runs into the kitchen, he yells at Bubba and you hear a grumble.

Nubbins returns a moment later with a bunch of full plates. Steaks, potatoes, greens, hell even a pan of brownies. As you're perusing the food, a large man in a painted mask and suit comes walking out of the kitchen, barely clearing the door frame.

He's looking you over and honestly you aren't sure if you're frightened or bashful. A tall and burly man just made you dinner and yet you sit in silence trying to make out the face behind the mask. When he sits down across from you, you can barely see facial hair poking out of the side of his mask.

You bet he's cute under there, you're practically sure of it. When he looks back at you, you smile sheepishly and start eating.

Wow, he has some beautiful eyes behind that.

"I love your mask, Bubba." You were nervous. Flirting with a literal mystery, also your boss's brother.

Bubba hid his face in his hands and made little noises. Drayton chuckled.

"You made his day Y/N, he damn well may never take that thing off!"

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Dinner last night was great, and you shared some eye contact with a presumably handsome masked man.

Drayton picked up on this, as your face was as red as the lips on his mask. You entered work with a smile on your face, until Drayton smiled back. Your heart sank nervously. What if you lose your job? What if he hates you for it? He grabs your hand.

"I think my brother may like you. He's not a talker and he's not too keen on people, but you're different. Anyone else woulda looked at his mask and said 'oh hell what a freak' but you were very kind to him. He'd been bothering me all night and morning to ask if you'd have him over to see your dog. See we've only had pigs and chickens and cows. Poor boy has never seen a pet type'a animal."

Oh god this is moving fast. You aren't sure how that's gonna go.

"I don't know Drayton, she's not good around strangers... especially ones who have such a... strange look."

Drayton frowns. You feel sick to your stomach. Not like the night you forgot to eat and passed out, but like guilt was building up inside and about to explode.

"Okay okay... I'll try to get her to work with me. Can you bring him over this afternoon? I know we close early today so that would work,...right?" You feel yourself pulling at the edges of your shirt. You're nervous she might hurt him and then Drayton would absolutely KILL you.

"I'll bring him up and take him around to the back porch, you just have him home after dark. People don't take kindly to a giant with two faces." He smiles.

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You are in a panic. Your dog is already stirred up, she can sense the fear and is acting up in rebuttal. You hear a knock at the back door.

Oh god it's them.

They're here.

The dog.

You put her on a leash and keep her inside, meeting the giant man outside.

"Hey Bubba! How are yo-" he lifts you into a tight hug when you close the door behind you. He is squealing and laughing in joy. He's wearing his suit and mask from the other night. The one you said you liked. "-ou! Wow you're strong big guy! The pup is inside and she's a little wild today.. I'll bring her out here. No one should see us in the side yard. Okay? Just stay right here!"

You can tell he's as nervous as you are. When he sat you down he gave you a look that said "I'm alright!" But.. You weren't so sure.

When she barked coming out the door he held his ears. You tried to quiet her down but relentlessly she barked and howled in the sight of this massive man.

He didn't know anything else to do so he began to whistle and coo at her.

She quieted down, practically crawling up to him. He held his hand out and she snapped like she was trying to bite and instead of jumping back he just cooed louder. Eventually she started to smell him, walking around him in circles.

Please don't hurt one another. That's all you want is for them to be civil.

Then it happened.

She PULLED until you couldn't hold her leash and you screamed. You closed your eyes and waited for the worst.

Once your heart had slowed to near silence, you heard chuckling and the sound of your dog panting.

"Bubba! I think she likes you!" You yelled with a shaky voice. You were still nervous but he was having a great time and so was she. He was petting her and she didn't even care he had a mask on. Hell, she even licked him! You were in the clear, and you had never felt so relieved in your life.

This big man was petting your dog and having a blast, and just watching and hearing him laugh... You were too.

Damn. He's pretty cute.

(This is my first time trying to write a fic so I apologise for it's length and content 😂😂😂)

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pennys-th0ughts · 5 years

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The Wish ✨

Hope you like it Emilee and also Happy Birthday! 💕

Her penetrating gaze was all over me but especially on my hands, her stare was so fixed and focused that for a moment made me lose concentration of what I was aiming. It was my last round of three and I was almost winning. “Concentrate on your target, if you don’t want to lose, Pennywise” – I demanded to myself while aiming to the highest valued can on the shelf. Then I shot. The small bullet hit the can right in the middle throwing it out of the shelf. Emilee jumped into my arms full of excitement. “¡You did it, Penny! ¡That was great!” – She praised me giving me a tight hug. The young man in charge of the game applauded and the people behind me did the same to celebrate my success. Emilee picked a huge stuffed cat as prize that made me carry through the fair as if she was exhibiting it along with her proud ear to ear smile. We made a brief stop at a candy store that had a great variety of cotton candy, each one with a different color; popcorn and sweets. Emilee choose cotton candy and me, well, I couldn’t resist the delicious smell of popcorn warmed by the melted butter on top. Not feeling that was enough for my girl I decided to bought her a soda with ice and a couple of chocolates. “¿Where did you get all that money?” – She asked me getting one of her hands inside my frontal pocket, which I took the chance to make a naughty prank. I told her to get me something from inside of my left pocket, and then I guided her naïve hand until she bumped into something that wasn’t money. She took her hand out right away showing an embarrassing look on her face at the same time her cheeks were set on fire. I laughed so hard until my eyes watered. Emilee smacked me on the shoulder pretending to be upset but I was sure she did enjoy the little surprise. “After living for so many years down in the sewers you don’t have an idea of how much money you can find” – I revealed the mystery winking an eye. While walking backwards Emilee didn’t saw the person that was in front of her and unintentionally crashed against him spilling part of her soda on him. The man turned around furious all intended to put up a fight until he saw me rising from behind my girl. His fists were clenched as his eyes were narrowing as if he was trying to determine what to do next but I didn’t lose one more second, and shielding Emilee at my back, I bent forward and said: “Think it twice before doing anything stupid”. Guess that changing the color of my eyes sufficed since the man looked at me perplexed and stepped back swallowing with great difficulty then he grabbed his date by the hand and fled stumbling upon some people on his way out of the fair. Emilee looked at me amused because of my reaction towards the stranger and, to be honest with myself, I was slowly feeling familiar with the emotional attachment and it was still costing me to get used to. “Come, – she said taking me out from my temperamental state – let’s get out of here, Penny”. Emilee took my hand and dragged me out of the fair to the nearest park to which I thanked her for it since I needed to breathe some fresh air away from that crowded and noisy place.

It was around nine pm and the night was nice, the weather was pleasant and there was no cloud getting between us and the moon. We picked a place and sat to enjoy the view, the small park was deserted so it was quiet and that made it even better. From afar our silhouettes were as if they would have been taken from some sort twisted bedtime story for children; Emilee and I were sitting one next to the other and then there was the big stuffed cat, looking at anything in particular with its big button like eyes. “This cat looks creepy at night – she pointed while squeezing its chubby cheeks –. I love it”. We remained silent for some minutes just looking at the sky until a shooting star passed by right in front of our eyes and in that precise moment we looked at each other. “¿Are you thinking the same I'm thinking?” – She asked with a tender smile on her lips. I nodded smiling back. “Let’s make a wish then”. Emilee closed her eyes, held my hand and whispered something inaudible to others but pretty clear to me. Her wish carved an even more pronounced smile on my lips. Pretending not having heard her wish, I proposed: “It’s a good night to spend it together, ¿don’t you think?” She threw at me a surprised look and she quickly nodded in agreement. Since most part of the time we spend it in the sewers, she offered hers this time. I was excited to know where she lived and also met her so mentioned fur ball named Holly. We got up and started our way to her home located on West Broadway Street, just a couple blocks from the small park was. We passed Jackson Street and she told me a story about a little boy that mysteriously went missing long time ago in the street adjoined to hers, the boy was never found again and after that tragic incident the Denbrough family moved to other town far from Derry. The locals kept telling the story and began adding details to it that I wasn’t aware of until the unfortunate fate of the little boy became some kind of urban legend. I rolled my eyes and chuckled since I was being famous without knowing it.

One block away from Emilee’s house, she grabbed my hand and started running. We got inside, she turned on the lights and placed the stuffed cat on the couch. She took me to the kitchen and offered me something to drink. We sat at the table and talked for some long minutes until she invited me to have a late night dinner; she would order something she said she used to eat kind of often called pizza. I didn’t say no. While we were waiting for the delivery, her pet showed up. At first she wasn’t too sure about being close to me but then she approached cautiously, she smelled my shoes and then she started to rub her fluffy fur against them. “¡Oh look, Holly likes you!” – Emilee said picking her cat up from the floor and putting her in her lap –. She usually doesn’t like strangers and she is pretty reserved but I think she kind of approved you. – Emilee laughed playfully. The delivery guy finally arrived and knocked at the door, Emilee went to pay the pizza and when she came back she found her beloved cat lying down careless on my lap. “Well, she can be such a traitor sometimes…” – she pointed while waving her hand for me to go the living room. We sat down on the couch and she opened the box. The smell that came out from it was delicious, she served a couple of slices on my plate and we ate. Once we finished our food she turned on the television and we cuddled the rest of the night, we might need our strength back if something unexpected happens… Who knows ¿right?

@sunflowerskissed

#Penny's thoughts #pennywise #short story

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gabriellapatterson-blog · 6 years

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Emma: Fic 1

A/N: Just to warn y’all Emma is a reoccuring character so she will probably have multiple fics. She’s my babe

I always believed I was destined for a true true romance. One that spins and twirls and leaves you out of breath with each grasp and gaze. One day I was going to find a love like this. The selection was a perfect chance for this. I was always the princess locked up in the tower all along. I was going to get in, I would fall in love with the prince, and then everything would be okay again. Nothing would be sad, nothing would hurt, nothing would be hard. I wouldn’t have to be a puppet anymore. I would be the sad princess saved by her knight in shining armor. Turns out fate doesn’t like me.

“Selected from Angeles- Gabriella Patterson”

Gabby, It’s Gabby. Of course it’s Gabby. She fits the trope for an epic first love.

“I’m so happy for you! You’re going to have so much fun!”

So then what love is for me?

I sit counting the seconds of each passing minute. Each minute since Gabby left. She had always been my filter. Keeping me from being scared, from facing the uncertainty. What am I supposed to do? Who am I meant to be? I sighed and got up from my bed to turn down the heat as the cicadas sung on the trees outside of my window.

Sweat rolling off of my body as my feet tried to stick to the wooden floors of my flat. I glanced over at the pile of unopened mail before opening the door to the fridge. Letting the cold air cool me down for just a moment.

I sat for a moment. Listening to the silence before standing up. I should do something. No point in wasting a day. I’d go to the supermarket. Pick up some new magazines. Maybe something with Gabby in it. I could try to call her maybe too. OH! It would be nice to pick up some stuff for the pattersons. Maybe some ice cream or something to deal with this heat. Though they always keep their house boiling anyways.

I stepped outside locking the door to my house behind me and getting in my car. I stopped for a moment and looked at Gabby’s bike resting against the garage to my house.

“You should get more exercise. It really helps clear your head!”

She’s probably right. She always comes up with the best solutions. I wish she were here to tell me what to do. College is going to start soon. I still don’t know what to study. I sighed and got out of my car and went up to the bike. “Don’t be wrong, Patterson.” I said before climbing on it and began to bike.

It was nice. Refreshing. Though it didn’t really answer my questions. I guess I had too high of expectations if I wanted a bike to tell me what to do. Gabby must be going insane there. All of those other selected seem to have their whole lives figured out. We’re only 18. We’re supposed to be confused. Not already running our own business. Though I bet she's ecstatic to meet Candy….candy…..candy whatshername? I can’t remember her last-

Bam!

“Oh my gosh are you okay?”

Somehow the sky is now in my direct field of vision. I guess I must have fallen.

“Is someone a doctor here?” I heard a lady yell. Crap. I forgot to reply. I quickly sat up.

“It’s okay I’m not….concussed?”

“I’m a doctor!” A young lookin- a cute young looking boy said as he rushed over.

“Oh goodness I feel so hurt!” I added batting my eyes a little. Gabby would have my head for this.

“Let’s get you out of the heat.” He said squatting down to me as someone picked up Gabby’s bike. The cuties big blue eyes looking at mine. He had messy brown hair too, it’d be fun to play with probably. He put a hand gently on my back and offered one of his to help me stand. Then he went to Gabby’s bike and grabbed it by the handle to roll it with us.

“Do you bike much?” He asked.

“Not enough, apparently.” I joked.

“Oh! You’re bleeding! There’s a burger place by here, right? I bet they have a first aid kit. We need to get you cleaned up.” He said to which I just nodded. It was only a little scrape on my leg. It would probably be fine if I just left it alone.

Soon we had ended up at Bob’s burgers. There wasn’t really anyone but us and Bob there so we took a booth. First though the mysterious mystery doctor man pulled over a chair for himself and one for my leg so he could clean it up and bandage it. I hope Gabby doesn’t trust strangers like this at the palace. It’s been okay at home since the town is like a gang. An outsider hurts an insider and that outsider is as good as dead.

“You look a little young to be a doctor?” I started to ask while he cleaned.

“You look a little young to be a…...biker?” He said trying to be witty but not having a better come back.

He sighed, “I’m technically not a doctor yet. But I’m learning! I’m in college about to go into my second year! I’m interning for doctor Mary-Nell Patterson this summer.”

“You’re interning for Gabbys mom!?” I asked and shot up. He jumped a bit at my sudden volume.

“Ugh..I guess? Who’s Gabby?”

“Gabriella! She’s my best friend. Also a selected. She’s the cute brunette who’s gonna win.”

He seemed to chuckle at that then he paused. His face went pale.

“Holy crap I know you.”

“You know me?” I asked as I sat back in my booth.

“No let’s just say no.”

“No no no! How do you know me?”

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, “I was friends with Gabriella. I lived here for like a year when my dad was moving around. I was that doof who asked you out the day your cat died.” He added with another sigh.

I couldn’t help but to break out in laughter. Mom was off on a business trip, I was alone. I had come home from school back in 5th grade. The quiet of the house always scared me so I tried to play outside as late as possible. When I got home my cat mittens was so.. Well I don’t like to think about how I had found her. I ran outside crying until I ran into Jeremy. He took me to his dad. His dad went to my house and took mittens to a vet who agreed to keep her body until mom got back and we could have a funeral. His dad let me stay the night. I didn’t know Jerry that well at the time so I was scared. How wrong I was to be. We watched Disney movies and he showed me his harry potter collection. We played board games and he kissed me goodnight on the cheek before bed. I wonder why he seems ashamed about that.

“Why didn’t you want me to remember that?” I asked.

“I didn’t want you to associate me with a dead cat. I was hoping for a bit of a better start?” He replied chuckling a little bit.

“So let me be sure, Jeremy Murphy?”

“Emma Florence?” I nodded back at him my wavy blonde hair falling a bit.

“Yes! I still have some memory!” He cheered.

“Shocker, most people don’t.” I replied with a smile.

“So do you still want to be a math mathematician?”

“God no.” I scoffed just before a waiter came over and took our orders.

“Why not? You seemed to really like it in 5th grade. You were like best in our class?” He asked.

“Well Jer, you missed a lot between 6th and 12th grade. I got busy. I became a cheerleader.”

“Okay then. You aren’t busy now right? So let’s do some math.”

“I’m injured I can’t think about math right now. I’m incredibly wounded.” I said before falling down on the booth dramatically.

“Maybe an actor is a better fit.” He replied and rolled his eyes.

We ate and talked about careers, life goals, dolphins, whales, sealions, and finally we ended up back on math.

“If you still really enjoyed your math classes before you graduated there’s a lot you can do with that. Especially already being a three.”

“I dunno. I hardly paid attention in my last semester. I almost flunked it. I’ll probably be denied from having a math major.”

“Hmm then come to the Patterson’s house on Saturday. That’s where I’m staying over the summer. I’m actually pretty good at math. We can review it then you’ll be all ready for your college classes.”

I nodded and soon we wrapped up and headed back. He walked me to my door where he gave me a quick hug and left Gabby’s bike before he made is way down the familiar path to Gabby’s home. I rushed inside and went for a paper and pen. I had to tell Gabby.

Dear Gabby,

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livenudebigfoot · 7 years

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tagged by @superjinkyo

Rules: Answer eight questions, tag eight people.

Last movie I watched: This is weird: I haven't actually been watching movies that much in the past few weeks. It's been mostly TV (American Gods, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, Master of None, etc.). I'm pretty sure the last movie I watched was A Kind of Murder, which was not a great movie, but it did have Dangerously Unhinged Detective Vincent Kartheiser and poor small Eddie Marsan getting punched for spurious reasons, so that's kind of fun.

Last song I listened to: The Cure, Lady Gaga, for I am a basic.

Last book I read: So I'm simultaneously reading The Stranger Beside Me, by Ann Rule and The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, by Marie Kondo. Both of which are real life tales of controlling, unstable people going to extraordinary lengths to bend the world around them to their wishes. But only one will teach me how to clean my fucking house.

Last thing I ate: A mysterious candy bar that my roommate brought me from Europe, called a Retro-Arbanasi. It is chocolatey, wafery, and peanut buttery. Good stuff.

Where Would You Like To Time Travel To: So there’s this woman I’m obsessed with named Mina Crandon who was a psychic in Boston in the 20′s and she ran all kinds of scams and got in huge magic fights with Harry Houdini and I want to transcend time and space so I can be her friend.

Fictional Character I Would Hang Out With For A Day: So my faves tend towards the troubled, insecure liar with a repugnant past end of the spectrum, so not SO MUCH the kind of people you’d want to hang out with in your day-to-day, but then I thought: Hurley from LOST. Like he’s just so nice??? And I want nice things to happen to him??? I would get high on a beach with that guy for sure.

If I Could Be Anywhere Right Now, Where Would I Be?: See earlier notes re: beach. I went to Hawaii like a year and a half ago and I’ve been mad about not being in Hawaii every day since then.

Current Fandom Obsession: Person of Interest. I will never escape.

tagging: @waffleironbiddingwar, @amovingtarget, @upstartgeek, @meechumchum, @reallyprivateperson, @kindaoffkilter, @isagrimorie, @idinink

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rubykgrant · 7 years

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Because I like making lists and sharing info about stuff I like, I decided to share a small group of a few of my favorite books; specifically, ones that are SPOOKY somehow (some are about magic, some are about more sci-fi stuff, but all still a bit spooky). These are all books that I own, so this isn’t like a “top 50 best spooky books ever” kind of thing, just what I have on my shelf in no particular order. Also, these are all children and young adult books, I’ll save the grown-up horror books for a different list (these books vary in levels of spooky, from mild to hard-core, but are still generally safe for most people to read)

If you like to read and have some time to hunt these down, you might enjoy them. If you are into spooky stories, these might inspire you and provide ref for writing ideas-

BUNNICULA by Deborah and James Howe

NO FLYING IN THE HOUSE by Betty Brock

STONEWORDS A GHOST STORY by Pam Conrad

THE HALLOWEEN TREE by Ray Bradbury

MALICE by Chris Wooding (also, the sequel HAVOC)

CORALINE by Neil Gaiman

HECK: WHERE THE BAD KIDS GO by Dale E Basye (seven books total in the series)

HOW TO DRIVE YOUR FAMILY CRAZY… ON HALLOWEEN by Dean Marney (originally titled “The Jack-O-Lantern that Ate my Brother)

SKULLDUGGERY PLEASANT by Derek Landy (nine books total)

THE HAUNTING OF DEREK STONE by Tony Abbot (four books total)

SCORPION SHARDS by Neal Shusterman (part of the star chronicle series)

WELL WITCHED by Frances Hardinge

(some descriptions of the books under the cut)

BUNNICULA by Deborah and James Howe

Told from the perspective of Harold the dog, we are introduced to a new family pet; a cute little bunny found in a box at the theater (that was showing Dracula). After the important task of naming the little fluff-ball Bunnicula is over, the family is content to have their new pet. Though, he is a little odd… he sleeps all day, and they never see him eat. The family cat Chester, Harold’s dear friend, is suspicious that this bunny isn’t all that he seems. Clues of what Bunnicula truly is begin to pile up, literally, when other members of the family discover vegetables that have been completely drained. Chester is convinced that when it comes to Bunnicula today it might only be vegtables, but tomorrow it could be the world! Harold isn’t quite so sure the “vampire rabbit” is dangerous, and Bunnicula might be the one who needs help.

NO FLYING IN THE HOUSE by Betty Brock

A mysterious child has come to live with a very rich woman, in her very big house, and brings with her a very tiny dog; Gloria, a talking dog and Annabel’s guardian, is looking after her. Annabel doesn’t think Gloria is strange. To her, this is a normal life, and she loves everything in the house… except the strange, tiny cat that appeared and started telling Annabel secrets. Annabel learns she is actually very strange, because she isn’t an ordinary little girl, she is half-fairy and can even fly! This isn’t all good news though. Annabel has to choose between different parts of who she is, and whatever she decides can change her life forever

STONEWORDS A GHOST STORY by Pam Conrad

Zoe’s mother brought her to live with her grandparents when she was very little, and on her first night at her new house, she could feel another little hand holding hers even though nobody else could see her “imaginary friend”. Zoe Louise and Zoe spend every day together, they play, they talk, they grow up together… well, Zoe grows, but Zoe Louise stays the same. Sometimes, Zoe Louise disappears up the door of the back stairs, and Zoe is afraid to follow her. As Zoe gets older, she finally takes a trip into her friend’s world, and realizes her friend needs her help, but she needed it a long time ago. When Zoe visits a cemetery and sees her name, her friend’s name, on a grave stone, she finally has the courage to go through the door and into the past, hopefully to change a terrible tragedy

THE HALLOWEEN TREE by Ray Bradbury

On Halloween night a group a friends meet to go trick-or-treating… but someone is missing. Pip, the best of them all, is supposed to be in the hospital for appendicitis, but his friends are sure they saw him run toward a creepy house, so they follow him. This is where they meet Mr. Moundshroud, and where they see a tree full of pumpkins on every branch, carved faces that range from looking almost human to ghoulish, candles glowing within them. Mr Moundshroud tells the kids that Pip has stolen a pumpkin from this tree, and has fled not just to another place but another time. In order to save their friend from a mysterious fate, the kids go on a journey to different eras around the world, where they learn meanings behind different traditions about life and death

MALICE by Chris Wooding (also, the sequel HAVOC)

Part illustration and part language, this book blends comics with the novel, as well as fantasy and reality. You see, there is a mysterious comic book, hard to find, and even if you get one the pages go blank after time passes… it depicts a strange and horrifying world called MALICE, full of monsters, and also children who have been transported there from the real world. An urban legend says if you gather the right ingredients and say the right words, Tall Jake will come and take you away. It turns out to be very real, and soon two kids begin a search and rescue mission to find their friend. The thing is, not everybody survives being the star of the comic, and you might only make it into one issue

CORALINE by Neil Gaiman

Coraline is an explorer; she has explored the garden, she has explored her room, she has explored the hallways, she has explored everywhere in her new house… except whatever room is behind the strange locked door. Once Coraline finds the key, she goes down a dark corridor and comes out in… the same room. The same, but different. This is the same house, but it is another house. She also has an Other Mother, with black button eyes, who promises that Coraline will find this world much more interesting. She does, but Coraline still wants to go back to her real home with her real parents. The Other Mother doesn’t like that; she wants Coraline to stay with her forever and always, she wants Coraline to love her, and all Coraline has to do is let her sew the buttons… to save her life, the ghosts of children who came before her, and her parents, Coraline stands up to the Other Mother with some unexpected help from her crazy neighbors and a Cat that doesn’t need a name

HECK: WHERE THE BAD KIDS GO by Dale E Basye (seven books total in the series)

Bad kids get punished, even if they aren’t alive anymore. Milton and Marlo Fauster find this out the hard way. Down in Heck, there are many different types of “punishment”; like Wise Acres for the sassy kids, or Snivel for the whiny kids. There are seven circles of Heck, so you’ll fit in somewhere. Full of demons and puns, Heck isn’t just a place for bad kids, it is a very bad place for kids. Some of the punishments don’t really seem fair, and some kids never learn a lesson. Could there be a way for Milton and Marlow to go up, to heaven or at least back to the land of the living? Or will they just keep going down

HOW TO DRIVE YOUR FAMILY CRAZY… ON HALLOWEEN by Dean Marney (originally titled “The Jack-O-Lantern that Ate my Brother)

Lizzie is annoyed that her parents never listen to her, she’s annoyed that she’s getting teased about her name (getting called “Lizzie Borden”), but most of all she is annoyed by her little brother. She wishes she could just enjoy Halloween all by herself, but her parents are making her take him around the neighborhood. Lizzie tries to look out for him, especially when a woman dressed as witch offers him some shifty candy. Lizzie told him not to touch it, but do little brothers listen? Now Lizzie is being put to the test by the witch, who is in fact, an actual witch. She has to rescue her little brother from a haunted house, full of everything Lizzie is afraid of

SKULLDUGGERY PLEASANT by Derek Landy (nine books total)

Stephanie’s uncle left her a mansion full of his possessions after he passed away, and she also seems to have inherited a few problems; strangers demanding she give them the “key” and attacking her. She is saved by a skeleton, held together by magic, with the ability to conjure fire balls. If that doesn’t work against his enemies, he does also have a gun. Stephanie becomes part of this secret world full of sorcerers after meeting the magical detective Skullduggery Pleasant, deciding to help him solve the mystery of her uncle’s death and locating the key. She learns a lot about magic, the power of names, meets many other magic-users, and uncovers a sinister plot that could destroy the world

THE HAUNTING OF DEREK STONE by Tony Abbot (four books total)

14-year-old Derek thought he was the only survivor in his family after the train accident… but eventually, his older brother turns up. His brother doesn’t seem quite right though. He doesn’t remember much about his life, but does talk a lot about things he does remember. To Derek, it sounds like the life of somebody else. Eventually, Derek figures out that the person in his brother is someone who died many years ago, in another train crash in the same place. The dead are coming back, and some of them are very dangerous. Derek’s new life dealing with the dead takes him all over New Orleans, through the bayou, and to some places he’d rather not go

SCORPION SHARDS by Neal Shusterman (part of the star chronicle series)

Six young people who have never met have something in common; they aren’t normal. They have odd abilities, strange powers, and unfortunate afflictions that cause them pain, fear, and suffering. Slowly, they begin to meet each other, and figure out what is happening to them… and what they really are. It isn’t just their bodies that are hurting, it is their souls; they are all pieces of a star that went supernova long ago, and within their large star-sized souls are parasites that are killing them. They have to learn to work together, overcome their fears, battle their demons, and find the courage to save themselves

WELL WITCHED by Frances Hardinge

At some point, almost everybody has tossed a coin into a well and made a wish. Nobody really expects the wish to come true. You just have to find the right well… or the wrong well. To pay for the bus, three kids stole some coins from an old wishing well, and become responsible for the wishes connected to the coins. If they resist their duty, they are visited by the spirit of the well; she might be a witch, or she might be an old forgotten goddess. Either way, she torments the kids until they do what she wants. You see, she has a hard time understanding some of the complicated things people wish for in the modern world, but the kids do. She even gives them special abilities to complete the tasks. It is almost like doing good deeds… but once certain things are set in motion, they don’t stop. There is an ebb and flow to wish-granting, give and take, and coins are only part of the price

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stardreamt · 5 years

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Seeing Double

Stiles (teen wolf) meets Thomas (maze runner) a fanfiction by me

The wind was howling when he came to town. Beacon Hills seemed to know this mysterious stranger had arrived. Stiles knew. He could feel it in his bones. He woke Lydia in the middle of the night. “I feel like someone’s coming,” he said. “Go back to sleep,” she told him. But he couldn’t shake the feeling. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was strange. “I can’t, not when I know something’s off.” She rolled over. “Stiles, it’s probably just the neighbor’s newborn again. You know how it’s been ever since I took its blood. Just go back to sleep.” Stiles couldn’t do it though. “You go back to sleep, I’ll just be a minute.” “Stiles,” she called, but he was already out of the house and across the street.

He was running down the street in the darkness, his boxer shorts flowing in the wind and his bare torso feeling as free as ever. He could practically taste the sense of mystery in the air. He felt like Jacob Black from the hit Summit Entertainment movie The Twilight Saga: New Moon, Stiles’ personal least favorite Twilight movie. He much preferred Eclipse. He couldn’t even be bothered with shoes. He ran his little bare feet down the sidewalk until he reached the woods. He could see the smoke and flame of a tiny fire in the distance. He ran for it quietly, ultimately tripping over every rock, stepping on every twig, hitting so many branches, knocking down nineteen evergreen trees, and absorbing an entire pond. It wasn’t until he got to the fire that he knew what was happening. “Hello,” the young man at the fire said. “My name is Thomas.” “Thomas?” Stiles asked. “Thomas like from The Maze Runner movie series?” “Of course,” Thomas said. “So you must be Stiles.” Stiles nodded. “I am.” “You’re very handsome Stiles. I can’t quite put into words what makes you so familiar.” “I feel the same,” Stiles said, moving closer. Thomas ran his hand through his hair. “You’re, like, really hot.” “So are you,” Stiles said. “I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere or I’ve met you before.” “You look so familiar,” Thomas said. “Have we met?” Stiles shook his head. “I don’t think so.” “What’s your favorite food?” “Yellow m&m candy coating,” they both said at the same time. “Woah,” Thomas said. Stiles thought for a moment. “Favorite band?” “Big Time Rush,” they both said again. “This is getting weird,” Stiles said. “Okay,” Thomas said, “Team Jacob or Team Edward?” “Team Rosalie and Emmet, duh,” they said simultaneously. Stiles stepped back. “Woah.” “That was a trick question,” Thomas said in awe. “Favorite animal?” “Papaya!” they said. There was rustling in the woods. Lydia ran up to the two. “Stiles! … and… Stiles?” “I’m Thomas,” Thomas said. “You two are identical,” she exclaimed. Stiles went to her. “It’s me. I’m Stiles.” “This is strange.” “Life is strange,” Thomas said. “It sure is,” Stiles said. Lydia crossed her arms. “I’m confused. How did you find eachother?” “Well,” Stiles said, “I told you I felt off. My lingering wererealboy senses guided me to him.” “And what are you guys going to do now?” Thomas and Stiles looked to eachother and shrugged. “Salsa I guess. That’s our only option.” “Can I join?” Lydia asked. They nodded. “Dance with us.” So the three of them danced in the night until it was morning. Stiles and Lydia went back home and Thomas was never seen again.

UNTIL thanksgiving. Melissa Mccall and Christopher Argent were hosting a giant party. The entire town was invited, except Scott. Everyone showed up, Derek Hale and SMFTEOT1, Allison and her gang, Marcus Kane and WWSP, Sheriff Stilinski, Stydia. The entire town. Plus one mysterious stranger. Everyone sat down to eat, holding hands to pray to Jesus Christ the lord and savior himself. But a stranger was in their midst. Everyone had dressed in fancy attire, Derek and SMFTEOT1 in festive matching turkey dresses, Marcus Kane and WWSP were wearing matching tumblr girl outfits, even the gang dressed up in their finest leather. Ballpoint Pen even had a little pink dress that matched her leather skin. Stydia wore nice outfits, two skin suits of pure gold. It was their next costume for their upcoming tour. Derek was even wearing his prized possession, Ballpointison Hat. But the stranger… he was wearing all black, blending into the shadows. “Who’s this?” WWSP asked. Stiles looked to the stranger, finally noticing him. “Thomas?!?!?” The stranger took his hood off. “You caught me.” “What are you doing here?” Lydia asked. He shrugged. “I was hungry.” “That’s reasonable,” Allison said. Thomas nodded. “Dinner’s really good.” “Thank you,” Melissa said. “I made all of it.” “We love thanksgiving,” the gang said simultaneously. “Do they always talk like that?” Thomas asked. “Don’t worry about it,” Christ Argent said. They all ate in happiness. The main dish was Creamed corn, and they had multiple sides including, but not limited to: goldfish crackers, oatmeal, beef, shrimp, and fried lettuce. Melissa McCall was really a god in the kitchen. And so just like that, once thanksgiving dinner was finished, Thomas was gone with the wind, left without a trace, never to be seen again for real this time.

#stydia #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #thomas from maze runner #maze runner #fanfiction

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thehobbblog · 7 years

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Entry #24

My watch lasted until morning. No more dust monsters, or skeletons or mysterious benefactors. Just the sun rising over the desert. Not the sun, but a chain reaction of flowers and fungus to release sun like rays. But if I’m never going to see the fucking sun again, it works for me. I had to fight with myself all night not to light up, it’s been so long. Momma always said not to take candy from strangers, but she didn’t know about the underground dystopia either. I’ll save them for a special occasion. In the meantime, I got to watch Stuart wake up. He has this little routine where he cracks each joint in all of his legs individually. I guess it’s growing pains. Remind me to feed him more Iron Rice, if he accepts it. In any case, I’ve been trying to get him to do it on a rhythm, out of sheer boredom but it won’t take. He did his chirp purr thing, and nuzzled me some. We split breakfast, and he toddled off to go intimidate the sand and the sun. I fucking love my idiot bug. I was actually worried, you know? I’d get back to the cart and he’d be gone. Because Paladin stuff. I guess he’s too stubborn for something like that. I need to put a better effort into training him, if he’s gonna be like that. He’s going to need to learn to fight, that’s what his species does. But I also don’t want to see him getting hurt. Everyone else started waking up, and preparing to leave. Weylinn and Geheim started talking about whatever concerns them, mostly Geheim giving him “Hero Lessons”. Weylinn might actually have been a father, before losing his memory. We ate, I groomed. We put out the fire, and left. Another day on the road, another ridiculous scenario. I feel like the longer we’re out here, the worse people we are. Like, if I died on the plane to St Bernard, I’d be a good young man who died too soon. If I died on a mountaintop, I’d be a hero in training, taken before his time. If I died today, I’d be a failed Paladin fulfilling my expectation. I wonder who I’d be if I died tomorrow? I’m still me, but there’s beauty in innocence. Before this week, everyone could dream of the potential I had. Now everyone knows what I’m capable of, and what I’m not. If I’ve learned anything down here, it’s that nobody gives a shit and I should move on. So we move on, to the Jewel. We remember, just before entering that just having Violence’s scarf on us might cost someone their hand. Whoever got it from Rialto, probably stole it. Which means we’re implicated in that. Luckily, Paladins can sense evil, and if we flatly tell him we didn’t steal it, he’d know we’re telling the truth. That’s what Lucas thought, anyway. He blurted out the whole story to anyone who would listen. It seemed to work, actually. We were let off. However, they blamed the skeletons. I wanted to explain that seeing a skeleton in the beginning of the night doesn’t mean it was a skeleton who planted the scarf, but everyone had already moved on. As long as we don’t start a race war It’ll work out. The Jewel was currently all gathered around a single fight. The Blacksmith--a Devily Enforcer-- was beating the shit out of a lizard man. It seems the Enforcer bought a barely legal hammer, possessed by an earth spirit. The lizardman, was charmed by the hammer (Or the mage) and threw the hammer into a well. Then the Enforcer kicked the shit out of the lizardman, until the Lizardman had to be dragged away. Rialto was fighting to regain control of his market, and everything was still in chaos. Weylinn discussed what occured with Hoodie, and the Enforcer offered to pay us to go find the hammer wherever it washed up. I took the opportunity to exploit the situation. The Blacksmith’s merchant friend would be out of business for the day, and would be very interested in having our market prediction. I sold it for half a grand and a favour. We all meet up back in the front of the city, and trace the hammer’s most probable location to a flooded bath house. I left all my paper, electronic and dry objects in the cart, and we were off. The bath house smelled like a fucking sewer, but not sewage. Like, there was clearly some shit in there at some point, but it wasn’t bog water. I guess enough fresh water pours through it to keep it relatively clean. Didn’t stop the water from being stupidly freezing. And I was wearing lead boots. Stuart splashed around in the water, not having a good time. I guess these guys don’t like to swim. I tried to pick him up and carry him as much as I could, but he can be squirmy. We stumble around in the dark and the cold, and eventually get rushed by the denziens of the bath house. Two terrifyingly large centipedes came rushing through the water, and started taking bites out of us. Between the dark and the cramped hallways, fighting was a mess. We all couldn’t hit the centipedes, and they couldn’t hit us. Eventually, they were felled and we could take stock of what was happening. Wey and Lucas were bit, and it was kind of festering. I was bit too, but I was fine. They seemed to be poisoned, and it was spreading fast. By the time we had finished arguing about what to do, they were already starting to have seizures. I don’t know anything about poison, but I knew that was bad. We decided to hurry and then find medical attention afterward. Chances are these centipedes were nothing more than a nuisance, and they’d be fine. We explored some more, got attacked some more. Weylinn found out why this place was called a “Bath House”, when he fell into one of the titular baths. It wasn’t a total waste, as I prompted him to search the bath for valuables. He found another IOU from King, which was great. Geheim decided to start hanging out on my shoulder, because she hates taking baths. We stumble around in the dark again, and fight two more centipedes. Anna scared the shit out of everyone by shapeshifting into one of them. Like, Animorphs shapeshifting. Or Beat Boy. Like, fucking. She was Anna, and then she was a centipede. And it didn’t hurt or anything. Nobody cared. NOBODY FUCKING CARED ABOUT OUR ALLY JUST BECOMING A BUG AND IT’S ALL COOL HOBBS DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT. It was at this point, Weylinn and Lucas chickened out. Their muscles were constantly having fits, and their breathing became labored. It’s like the babies never dealt with a little nerve toxin before. Weylinn had the light, and decided we were leaving no matter what anyone thought. Nobody else was staying in this place without a light, so we followed. Anna--in centipede form--volunteered to stay behind and scout the bath house for the hammer. I considered staying behind to give her backup, but Weylinn and Lucas were seizing every ten minutes, and might need to be carried. We all went back to the Jewel. By the time we got there, Rialto had regained control of his market. Weylinn and Lucas collapsed, face down into the sand. Turning them around, Weylinn’s face was stuck in a frozen scream, and Lucas was still wearing the mask. I entrusted their care to Avram, and ran off to find Rialto. Rialto confirmed that the centipedes were no more than a nuisance, and that Weylinn and Lucas would be fine Of course, in between their current state and being fine was about nine more hours of pain, followed by a lot of uncomfortable bowel movements. We couldn’t really afford to wait that long, but we started keeping the two of them watered until then. He also took the time to explain his process of retribution for the market assault, and how when you’re charmed you’re still responsible for your actions. He spouted a few lessons, and offered to make me his apprentice in the future. I don’t have the heart to admit I fucked this up. Save his mentorship for someone who deserves it. Anna came back from the bath house, having apparently found a couple places the hammer could be. She casually mentioned something about the centipedes getting handsy, and then started tending to her plants on Goldie. Our flower golem, informed us that there was a good reason we hadn’t seen Alice yet. She’d ran off. She left without her heal rock, and I still had VIolence’s Scarf. No idea where she went, or why. Anna didn’t seem to care. Her best friend runs off, and Anna was more interested in her failing botany project. There’s a really good chance we’ll never see her again, now that as a Devily she’d turn to dust if she gets herself killed. She came close pretty often, and now she doesn’t have anyone to heal her. I gave Anna shit for this, and she deflected it as always. Here we have her best friend gone, and two of her other friends twisted in pain on the ground, and she’s puzzling over how she fucked up planting seeds on a golem. Not a word of concern, or a Druid remedy. I saw her Magic a dust monster out of her body, and she couldn’t help her friends, or grow a tomato. I don’t know what’s up with her. Eventually, I guilted her into helping Weylinn while I worked on Lucas. I got his permission to move his mask while I gave him water, and I absolutely stole a look at his real face. I mean, if I’m going to die defending someone, I should know who I’m dieing for. It wasn’t as impressive as I had been led to believe. Laying his mask ajar on his face, we start the watering process, and Avram wanders off. He meets with a Hidden One, and finds out there’s a herbal purgative that can get them on their feet quicker. I end up shelling out for it--as Avram can’t sell the Sage’s ring--, and we take both our sick party members and the remedy outside of the walls. What happens next is indescribable horror. True, gruesome human suffering. You haven’t seen someone scream pure elemental pain through their stomach acid, and you definitely don’t know what happens on the other end. None of us met eyes with anyone else for a good long time after that. We take turns kicking sand over the disaster area, and try our best to get everyone presentable before entering the Jewel again. Where it seems Anna has been busy. One of the plant people had been in the Jewel, and Anna had gotten their help planting the seeds on Goldie’s golem. That’s all she told us. We learned from Geheim that the plant person also revealed that the plants hate us and don’t want our help. They’re raising money to fight the Jajini, and want no help from ‘mercenaries’ like us. I honestly don’t think I can blame them for that. We’re not good people. I can’t blame me either, I didn’t know what I was doing. Everything I did in the name of getting to the plant people faster is moot, because they didn’t ask for it. I’m not even a Paladin anymore, and I’m finding new and exotic ways I fucked it up. Specifically, they’re not above hiring mercenaries. They’re above hiring us. Caramel actually kind of hates us, and given the resources might have us put to death. Which would have been real fucking nice to know this whole time. If you ask me. She’s totally right to hate us as well. I don’t hold it against her! Anna killed Caramel’s Dad Worse than that, she fucking sacrificed him. She named herself negotiator on the plant’s behalf, as a druid. In some nebulous “Negotiations” that I hadn’t even heard about until now, Anna used Caramel’s dad as a bargaining chip, and fucking sacrificed him. Oh, but Hobbs. “It’s not my fault!” she says. She has a whole list of reasons why she can’t technically be blamed. “I couldn’t get a word in” “He wanted it” “It was done before I could say anything.” “Have you ever argued with A-Devil-Thing?” I mean FUCK how weak is that? I mean, my two main objections were plainly obvious. YOU’RE THE FUCKING NEGOTIATOR: It is your JOB to get a word in. It is your DUTY to save lives. You gotta be fucking Mr. Smith goes to Washington and FILIBUSTER until they fucking listen to you! I DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF HE “WANTED” IT He was out of his mind, he was depressed. He wanted to give up. It doesn’t fucking matter what you SAY he was feeling like. We don’t sacrifice lives. We don’t let innocent men be put to death. We’re supposed to be better than that. We’re held to higher standards. You can’t give up on those people. Even if it makes your life easier, even if they seem to want it. People have free will, they have a right to die. But you can’t use their misery to your own advances. And you do NOT have permission to forgive yourself for it. So yeah, I don’t blame Caramel. I’m fucking pissed just hearing about it. This impotent happy-go-lucky human wanders into their conflict, volunteers to solve it and then KILLS HER DAD AND DEMANDS TO BE FORGIVEN. I’m so fucking MAD right now. Weylinn was no help either. “You weren’t there!”. “How can you judge anybody?” Taking the moral fucking high ground on me. Making it PERSONAL. The asshole accuses me of never even having the potential for being a Paladin. Forgetting I suppose that it was his cowardly plan that got it removed in the first place. He accused me of having nothing to work towards, when I’m the one in this conversation trying to make sure the party is HELPING people. Not killing people’s father’s because it’s less hassle than public speaking. FUCK I’m just trying to be better. I need to do better. I can’t hide behind my fear, and my reasoning. I can’t sit back after I’ve done something wrong and willingly convince myself that I was totally in the right to do wrong. It just doesn’t work. We need to be held accountable for our actions. If we’re going to walk around and muscle our will onto others, we gotta make sure what we’re doing is the right thing. If Anna wants to take the easy way out, and plug her ears so nobody gets to inform her of the consequences. She’s the worse for it. If Weylinn wants to comfort her, and tell her it’s OK. Tell her she doesn’t have to to think of the big scary real world consequences for taking responsibilities you can’t handle, he’s the worse for it. If Lucas wants to tell me that it does no good for Anna to be upset of her sins. He’s the worse for it. I can’t be worse for this. No, it doesn’t do anything practical for Anna to feel guilty for what she’s done. No, telling someone they should feel more bad for what they’ve done never works. But somebody has to say these things. Somebody has to remind everyone that this isn’t normal. They’re not allowed to not cry about this. They aren’t allowed to stare into the eyes of the Devily who’s wife they killed, and forgive themselves. They do not get to admire to beauty of a sunrise, without thinking of everyone who can’t. They don’t have the privilege to determine the fates of others, and then ignore the consequences. “I didn’t know any better” “I couldn’t do any better.” These aren’t excuses. They used to be my excuses. They don’t get to forgive themselves, because I don’t get to forgive myself. I don’t get to look over the desert, and not flash back to park benches or family dinners. I don’t get to clean my things and not remember our household chores. I don’t even get to see a tiled room, without seeing your blood splattered around it.

We finished the argument, and everyone thinks I’m a dick. I don’t care, as long as they feel bad about something, I feel better. Weylinn challenged me to knock his teeth in, but between Geheim, Rialto and him asking for it I just didn’t. He’d been through enough pain today, anything I could do would be muted, I can’t tell you why I wanted to hurt him. He didn’t even do anything wrong. He just challenged me. Anna was the one I was mad at, and even then making a girl half my size cry isn’t something I want to do. I don’t know why I’m so angry all the time. This headache is killing me. We--Weylinn Anna and I-- put aside our differences and go retrieve the hammer from the bath house. We met a twisted thing, who spoke in some sort of tongue. Anna and Weylinn stared speaking back in the same tongue, cheerfully telling me that I only needed to speak backwards. But did they mean say all the words in reverse order? Say the syllables in reverse order? Swap all the words around and then pronounce them as new words? I needed a paper to work on for that. I eventually just resorted to speaking in palindromes until we could leave. We return to the Jewel, return the hammer. I stop by at the general merchant for more stuff. He sells me alcohol, and a “Vision root”. I’m thinking I just need to chill out, and that’s the fastest way to do so. I also get some woodcutting utensils, to keep my hands busy on the road. I forgot to get Stuart a leash, but he’s pretty good about listening to me. I don’t know where to go from here.

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flatsodasociety · 7 years

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I was tagged by the real MVP @mtvkris to do some tags so here I go 😎

Instructions: You can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put our music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. No skipping.

*** Using my Trntbl for this.

Bewitched // Ella Fitzgerald Love is a Laserquest // Arctic Monkeys Rose of Sharon // Title Fight Pine // Basement I Want You to Want Me // Cheap Trick Oh! Darling // The Beatles I Was All Over Her // Salvia Palth Switch // NCT-127 Full House // MOBB Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) // Eurythmics ______________________________________________________________ Top 10 BTS Songs Tag (No order): 21st Century Girl Tomorrow Dead Leaves Stigma Young Forever Run Cypher Pt. 4 Outro: Wings Danger Silver Spoon

10 groups/artists you like besides Kpop/liked before Kpop: Oasis The Killers Brand New letlive. A Day to Remember Imagine Dragons New Order The Maine La Dispute Joyce Manor

10 favorite non-kpop songs: DARE // Gorillaz Somebody Told Me // The Killers Shout // Tears For Fears The Night // Honne Life Itself // Glass Animals Champagne Supernova // Oasis Age of Consent // New Order American Candy // The Maine Younger // letlive. Jesus Christ // Brand New

10 favorite movies: The Princess Bride Howl’s Moving Castle Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back Better Off Dead Pretty in Pink Captain America: The Winter Solider X-Men: Days of Future Past Kingsman: The Secret Service V for Vendetta The Conjuring

10 favorite tv shows, including anime & cartoons: Parks and Recreation W-Two Worlds Stranger Things Yuri on Ice Halt and Catch Fire Big Brother Voltron Riverdale Martin Mystery Death Note

10 things you enjoyed before kpop/enjoy besides kpop, that won’t fit in the lists above: Marching band Astronomy Debating politics 20th Century History Going to local shows Lush products Finding new music Writing Going for walks Sleeping

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last movie you watched: I feel like it was The Man from U.N.C.L.E? last song you listened to: Sugar for the Pill by Slowdive last show you watched: Riverdale last book you read: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini last thing you ate: A chicken sandwich from Chick-Fil-A if you could be anywhere in the world right now where would you be: With @hobikenobi first thing you would do with lottery money: Put away for college and help my parents renovate the house. character you would hang out with for a day: Andy Dwyer time right now: 9:35 PM

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the ‘or’ tag build a snowman with v OR have a snowball fight with j-hope get coffee with suga OR get ice cream with suga go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with jungkook do a dance cover with j-hope OR sing a duet with jin kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga babysit with jimin AND dogsit with v meet j-hope’s family OR have v meet your family film a commercial with j-hope OR film a sketch with v hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook go to paris with jin OR go to london with suga film a drama with jin OR do a photo shoot with rap monster attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with jungkook spend a lazy day with suga OR explore a city with j-hope fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook make up a silly rap with v OR a silly choreography with jin have a fun picnic with j-hope OR a fancy date with jin have jungkook serenade you OR have v sing you to sleep have a dance party with j-hope OR sing karaoke with suga go camping with jimin and v OR go to the beach with rap monster and suga cook with jin OR bake a cake with jimin have a sleepover with the hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line celebrate halloween with jungkook, suga, v and j-hope OR christmas with rap monster, jimin and j-hope

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rules: answer the questions with the first letter of your name, then tag 10 people. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. you cannot use the same word twice.

What is your name? - Jordan A four letter word? - Jail A boy’s name? – Jaeden An occupation? - Journalist Something you wear? - Jeggings A color? - Jade A food? - Jelly Something you find in the bathroom? – Jacuzzi A place? – Jacksonville, Florida A reason for being late? - Jumped Something you shout? – Jerk! A movie title? - Jaws Something you drink? - Juice An animal? - Jackass A type of car? – Jeep Title of a song? – Jaws Theme Swimming by Brand New

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On shuffle (kpop edition) rules: put your music library on shuffle and list down the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.

Stalker // U-Kiss Let Me Know // BTS That XX // G-Dragon Chained Up // VIXX Silver Spoon // BTS One by One // Taemin Chuck // Seventeen Pretty U // Seventeen Feel Good // SHINee Butterfly // BTS

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Kpop - firsts rules: list five or ten of your favorite kpop boy / girl groups. put your first bias of each group and the name of the mv you first saw them in.

Seventeen - Joshua / Adore U BTS – J-Hope / Dope SHINee - Taemin / View Monsta X – Shownu / Hero EXO – Suho / Call Me Baby GOT7 - Jackson / Just Right K.A.R.D – J.Seph / Oh Nana Twice – Mina / Ooh-Ahh NCT – Jaehyun / The 7th Sense Winner – Mino / Body (MOBB)

______________________________________________________________ Random k-pop rules: go to this website: www.random.org/lists/ and pick 15 of your bias/faves.

mum/dad: Mina sibling: Shownu grandma/grandad: Suho (NOOOO) haunts you: Mino (accurate) boyfriend/girlfriend: Taemin your ex: T.O.P (SKSKSKS) your best friend: Joy proposed to you: Jin (awe bby) your boss: Wonpil (stop) random person you meet at a bar: Jisoo (Blackpink) rival: Zelo first kiss: Jaehyun (YAAAAS) drunk and singing karaoke: Wonwoo played 7 minutes in heaven with: Jackson gave you your favorite dessert: J.Seph

Tagging: NO ONE

#tags #mtvkris

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