Mint Chocolate Chip | The Prequel

Summary: Harry meets you for the first time and he feels an immediate draw and connection to you. He must have you but in order to have you he needs to come up with a plan.

reader request: Idk if you’re still taking requests so you could like ignore this if you’re not BUT I reread Mint Chocolate Chip (😏 bc duh) and I was wondering if you could write about the first time harry walks into the icecream shop / first time meeting y/n and kinda how he acted or like his thought process along with y/n’s to the interaction.

@love-letters-to-uranus - thank you for the idea and I'm so sorry it took so long to get this finished! 2.3k words

Warning: DARK HARRY - this is kidnapper!Harry so do not read if you're not into it

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Harry'd been to Pink's Ice Cream & Dairy a couple of times to order his favorite ice cream snack, mint chocolate chip in a cake cone. Today, like the other times he stopped in, he was heading home after running errands. The interior of Pink's was all pink and red and white. The employees all wore white collared, button-up short-sleeved shirts with red pants and pink aprons. Baseball caps rounded the uniform off and could be any of the three colors. Managers wore red aprons.

As far as Harry could tell, all of the employees, aside from the managers, were high school age. When he walked in today, he knew exactly what he wanted and his intention was to place his order and take it with him to leave so he could head home.

Harry rounded the front of the ice cream case and you saw him before anyone else. He was a tall and attractive older man. Not old by most standards, but you were still in high school and any man older than high school age was considered an older man to you.

But when he looked at you as you stood on the opposite side of the ice cream case with your white hat and stupid uniform that looked adorable on your frame, Harry forgot what he was doing for a second. He stood in awe and when he heard your voice, "What would you like sir?" He snapped out of it.

"Hmm... I really like the mint chocolate chip. Which is your favorite?" Harry leaned onto the counter looking down at all the colorful flavors before looking back at you. He knew he was only going to get the mint chocolate chip, but he wanted to hear more of your voice, and have some of your attention while you answered his question.

"I love this one right now," you point your finger down to the pink one with white swirls and hunks of strawberries, "it's the strawberry shortcake, just for Valentine's Day. We didn't get many cases in but it's so good. Do you want to taste?"

Yes, he did. He wanted a taste, but not of the ice cream. Though, he'd take you up on the offer, "Yeah. Sure." He watched as you turned around and picked up a sample spoon from a tray and then turned back to the ice cream case, sliding the glass door over the top and reaching down to dip the little white spoon into the strawberry shortcake ice cream. You lifted the spoon above the case and Harry took the spoon, but not without making sure his fingers brushed against yours.

You smiled widely at the man and watched as he tasted your current favorite flavor. He seemed to like it. His eyes were stuck on your face and you found him to be more attractive by the second. His light green eyes were mesmerizing. And you really liked his deep voice, he sounded like he was from England.

Harry lifted the spoon up to give back to you and you took it to throw it away, "What did you think? Still want the mint chocolate chip?"

Harry watched you turn and toss the spoon into the trash bin. When you faced him again he spoke, "Yeah, I'd still like the mint chocolate chip. But I do like your favorite flavor too," he looked down at your name tag, "Y/n."

You felt yourself heat up when he said your name, "Do you want it in a cone or a cup?"

"A cake cone, just a single dip." Harry watched you work. Putting the stainless steel ice cream dipper under the running water and then plunging it into the ice cream. You plopped the perfect sphere of ice cream over the cake cone and handed him his treat, complete with a paper wrap around the cone.

When he walked to the end of the case you smiled and then turned away from him to help the next customer. Another girl rang him up at the cash register but he kept his eyes on you.

You did glance back over at the handsome man, feeling his eyes on you. He licked his cone when you made eye contact with him and he began walking to the dining room area so he could sit for a while.

He’d planned on going home as soon as he paid for his cone, but after seeing you he knew he needed to take you in a bit longer. He was surprised by his reaction to you.

The hot older man stayed for a bit. You caught his gaze on you and it seemed like he wasn’t even trying to be discreet about watching you.

“He’s like staring at you. Kind of creepy.” Rochelle said to you as you were both making sundaes for a customer.

“It’s not creepy.” You shrugged and turned back to see the man finishing his cone as he stood to toss the napkin into the trash.

“Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean it’s not a little creepy.” She joked as she topped the whipped cream with a maraschino cherry.

You scoffed, “Whatever. He’s just being nice.”

A snort fell from Rochelle, “Nice? He’s eye fucking you, Y/n. He’s a grown man and he’s looking at you like he wants to drag you home with him and lock you away in his basement.”

You rolled your eyes as you handed the customer their sundaes and realized the British man was already gone.

It felt disappointing that he left without even a wink or a dimpled grin in your direction. But you supposed he was probably too old for you anyway.

Little did you know, Harry was planning on coming back to watch you leave work at closing time and follow you home. He didn’t know why he needed to know where you lived or see which car was yours but he did. He was powerless against his sudden compulsion.

Harry couldn’t relax at home. You were all he could think of and if his self-awareness was correct, you liked him too. At least you seemed to like his eyes on you. He couldn’t figure out what it was about you. A high school girl probably, pretty, genuine smile, eager but naive, pretty lips, captivating eyes, sweet voice… easy to manipulate he thought.

Harry had always had certain tendencies. He would get hyper-fixated on someone or something and learn everything possible about them. He’d been violent before, especially when his obsession didn’t fall in line or return his affections.

He’d drugged people and brought them home before. And his fantasy was to keep them. Make them his and have them become completely compliant and submissive to him. But usually by the time the person woke up he’d chicken out and let them leave.

Most people never caught on to his dark intentions. They just thought they’d gotten drunk and slept at his place. Some were suspicious of him, while only a couple called him out and fetched the police.

The police never found anything, and the complaints were dropped. But he couldn’t be so loosey-goosey with how he handled drugging people anymore. Another call to the cops and they’d probably arrest him. Though he was careful, he would only get so many chances before the pattern became the proof.

So, a true kidnapping was not something he’d really gone through with. Not only did he not know how he’d convince his captive to submit to him, but he also didn’t have a place to keep them so that no one would ever know.

Harry immediately began googling when he arrived home. The World Wide Web is a magical place. You really can find out everything you want to know with step-by-step instructions if necessary. Reddit became his Bible. He saved page after page to read for later with ideas on how to do everything. From the long-game plan to the supplies he could use for the task, down to how to soundproof a room and manipulate a person.

He drove back to Pink’s when he knew they’d be closing. He parked far enough away that he wouldn’t get spotted but close enough to get a good look at you as you left the store.

You walked out with a group of your co-workers and you each got into separate cars. Harry kept his headlights off at first when he followed you out of the parking lot. You lived only fifteen minutes from Pink’s. You had a silver, two-door hatchback Hyundai and you kept the windows rolled down as you drove to your home.

It was a nice little neighborhood. Your parents had a ranch-style home with a large yard in the front and a big tree that shaded the whole house. He parked and turned his car off as he watched you get out and walk into the house. He waited for a bit. It was just past midnight. The house you’d entered was dark, which meant your parents were likely sleeping.

Harry got out of his car and looked around to make sure no one had spotted him before he ducked behind your car and made his way around to the back of your house. There was one window that had a light coming through and he knew that must be yours or the bathroom perhaps.

He crept along the exterior of the house and peeked into the window. Curtains were drawn so he couldn’t see inside but based on the curtains and the music he could hear seeping out of the window pane, he knew this must be your bedroom.

He left shortly after, not wanting to be caught. What he had done was risky, but he was only just getting started with you.

Harry often frequented the ice cream shop and he came a lot more often when he realized such a pretty girl worked there.

He subtly flirted with you and would sit and watch while he ate his ice cream. He enjoyed how you’d look back at him and smile shyly. He also loved how you’d perk up when he stepped into the shop and you always insisted on being the one to help him.

Harry took his time with the plan. It needed to be perfect. Full proof. You were young and healthy and you’d certainly put up a good fight if he abducted you in public. He had to work out every last detail perfectly for his plan to work.

The part that took the longest was getting his basement soundproofed and ready for you. He cleared much of the things he had down there out. He didn’t need them anyway. Then, once he had you in his basement he’d work on your bedroom upstairs.

He read up on psychological manipulation and even stories from other people who had been kidnapped or people who had done the kidnapping. He learned all he could and he bought exactly what he needed for the task. He even had to study up on dosing your drug properly for when the time came. He realized the best way to get you into his van was to drug you. He figured you’d trust him enough to let him get close, but it would be unlikely that you’d just jump into his van with him.

The months of planning and creating a space for you were his new obsession. In the back of his mind, he never thought he’d actually go through with it, despite his calculated preparations, it wouldn’t be real until he had you in his basement.

He often would watch you in your bedroom as well. You were a very good girl. Doing your homework, reading, trying on modest outfits in front of your mirror, dancing to music you played on your radio, and talking on your phone. Sometimes you had friends over. Sometimes you brought your boyfriend over. He didn’t know how serious you were with your boyfriend. He didn’t like the guy at all. Harry began to feel very possessive over you. Like he had a claim to you. Because in his mind, you were already his.

He would fantasize about cutting the brake lines in your boyfriend’s car so he’d have an accident. Perhaps die even. Harry didn’t actually want to kill anyone, but he really didn’t like that you had a boyfriend.

Harry also began going to your school and watched you leave at the end of the day. You had a good group of friends. He knew you weren’t part of the popular crowd, though. But you weren’t not popular either. You seemed to make average grades and you had two very close friends, both of which you’d have at your house a few times every week. He found out their names and where they lived as well.

The further Harry got along with his planning the harder it was for him to imagine that it’d actually work in his favor. Could he really go through with it? He’d taken people into his home before but this was different. He never kept them. He had a basement ready to go to keep you in and everything. He had various scenarios ready, backup plans, and even a way to explain himself if he did get caught by the police. Harry was meticulous. He took his time to create the perfect abduction. He wanted you. Not just physically, he wanted you to belong to him. He wanted you to want him back eventually as well. And some days he even just needed to see you to calm the anxiety in his body, and the uncertainty in his mind. Just looking at you, whether you were working at Pink’s or sitting on your bed in your bedroom, made him calmer, made his heart bloom for you. He didn’t know when it would happen, or even if he’d ever go through with it, but he was certain that if he ever had the chance he’d take it and you’d be his alone, once and for all.

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What are some "problematic" ships you like?

do you really want to know because I have some really problematic ships? If so I'll tell you. A lot of them have age differences. Sometimes big ones. A lot of them are with evil people. And a lot of them aren't straight. And lot of them are just plain, well taboo. This will probably be long so stop reading if you don't want to read an essay.

My problematic ships:

Roy Mustang x Edward Elric Fullmetal Alchemist: ok really problematic straight out of the gate. Not only because of age difference but also because Roy Mustang is technically Ed's boss/superior officer in the military. Not that Ed fully listens to everything Roy says. And Roy constantly teases him about it. Roy is also snake but someone trying to change things for the better. He's also has done a lot of bad things. But so has Ed. They are both to messed up people trying to fix things they've done wrong and they are both intimately aware of that about each other. They both are incredibly brilliant and have in common the type of powers they use. You need to watch Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 to understand(not brotherhood. 2003 first) they are not canon but the canon ships bore me and lack any real romance so there you go.

Luz Noceda x Philip Wittebane: I know I know! This one is really fucked up. So fucked up. And Lunter is my otp. Believe me I know. But I have a dark fascination for this ship. Especially considering every interaction Luz and Philip had. And how much they have in common.. Like this my go to ship for when I want angst and trauma and just to see a dumpster fire. When I want Luz angst. I love Lunter. If Lunter is my happy ending, this ship is if I want tragedy and bad endings. This my depression ship!

Zuko x Happiness avatar the last airbender(anyone who is not Mai because she honestly sucked.) I am not a Mai fan. She is a horrible written character to me personally. And just horrible for Zuko. I mostly love any Zuko ship that has a water tribe sibling in it. But now a days that seems too toxic for people. You can look up the reasons in the anti zutara, anti zukka, anti zuko tag. But Zuko is my favorite character. Anything that gives him happiness makes me happy. Over all this mostly seems toxic because of Zukos past and family. But he had a redemption arc. One of the best. He deserves some happiness as he works hard to change things as fire lord.

Lunter/Luz x Hunter: You understand this needs no explanation. You know the owl house Fandom.

Dipper x Bill gravity falls: Yeah this one is really really bad. I think I have a really messed up taste for romance. Especially where age difference comes into play? Maybe I'm a masochist? Who knows. But I have a soft spot for adhd/autistic characters with older/immortal people. I have a soft spot for immortals/dangerous people protecting said autistic/adhd people.

Bakudeku my hero academia : I have a soft spot for redeemed bullies who actually put in the work to change. One of my favorite movies was a walk to remember.

Just in general a running theme I seem to have in a lot of my problematic ships:

age difference

Gay

power imbalance

In love with the Bully

In love with the villian

And sometimes its just plain taboo, toxic, or just un healthy. But I love it!

for the character asks: dipper pines :)

Oooh, Dipper Pines is a good one:

Favourite thing about them:

I really like that even though he tries to be really mature and grown up and stuff, there are a lot of times when he plays silly games with Mabel, like the toothbrush race or just plain laser tag. It's fun and I love the dynamic the twins have.

Least favourite thing about them:

He doesn't shower enough. Go take a shower bitch!!

Favourite Line:

"No, but I have a razor!"

brOTP:

Dipper and Wendy. I love to think he gets over his crush and they keep up watching bad movies together.

OTP:

Dipper and Wirt, I write too much Pinescone not to say that lol

nOTP:

Also Dipper and Wendy. I don't mind Dipper and Paz, but that one I can only see when they are way older because Paz really needs a friend more than she needs a boyfriend.

Random Headcanon:

He learns to drive a motorcycle as soon as he's legally allowed to (don't come at me, he uses one in the show lol)

Unpopular Opinion:

To quote my own tags on my own fics, but: Dipper Pines can cook. No, I will not elaborate, I am right. The boy can cook.

Song I associate with them:

Okay just trust me on this, it's a link to youtube yes okay, but trust me, this is worth it, it's literally my favourite song, come on, you want to click it.

Favourite picture of them:

I'm not posting it because it's from an artist on here, but basically every time @chamiryokuroi draws older Dipper (and Mabel) looks absolutely amazing. (Sorry for the tag, but also you're great <3)

Here's my "No fucks given" chaotic fanfic idea. Where I write without caring about the outcome because I just want to write for fun without getting overwhelmed about how shitty it might be. I also want this to be interactable! Well, as much as I can make it be, anyway. Basically, every chapter will have an opportunity for you, the reader, to decide a path or choice. I'll either pick out an answer/suggestion that is often given (out numbering the others) or one I can work the easiest into this fanfic. These suggestions can be left in the comment section, given in anon ASK, or within the tags (if you reblog) Believe me, I will read them all. —

Overnight Shift | TLB fanfic

GN!Reader | no pairing at the moment | interactable fanfic No real warnings or triggers. Typical vampire context so some violence and/or blood. If anything changes, new warning will be posted within updates.

The radio crackled along your hip. Your last name ringing clear from the static. With a mouthful of noodles, you try to chew fast before bringing the device up to your lips, repeating your last name to announce it was you. "What is it?"

"Trouble by the Big Dipper, need you here ASAP." Quick and to the point. The supervisor of the post always sticking true to his lack of humor. Then again, it did sound serious.

You looked to the partially devoured carton of delicious Chow Mein and sighed, "Ten-four, on route." So much for a break and this batch of noodles were so fresh too.

Tossing the carton into a bin, you pulled on your jacket while hurrying out the establishment. It wasn't necessarily cold outside, Southern California never really does 'cold', but you preferred to keep your badge pinned there rather than directly on your shirt — or dangling around your neck. It was against protocol to have it attached directly to your belt, like you'd prefer, so you made do with feeling a little warm as you jogged along the boardwalk.

The Big Dipper, the well-known classic wooden coaster, came into view along with a bustling crowd of bystanders. No doubt gathering around just to witness whatever was going down. An accident? You thought, gaze shifting along the tracks — looking for any signs of a collision or derailment. Nothing that you could see. Drunks, maybe? Came the next plausible theory. Santa Carla was never running low on its fair share of misfit drunkards.

You shouldered through the crowd only to pause as a bottle came crashing at your feet. A boisterous yell of victory from above guiding your eyes upward. There, on the tracks of one of the highest peaks, gathered at least three figures hooting and dancing.

"Police have already been called," Came Charles to your right. "Along with the fire department to assist on getting them down."

"Idiots," That's all you could think as one almost stumbled off, gathering reactions from the crowd. "Let's get this crowd thinned out and backed off so they can work when they get here."

"This is why I radioed you," his hand gave your back a firm pat like a dad proud of his kid. "You know just what to do without being informed unlike Big Ed. Good man, sure, but aways needing guidance."

You didn't comment, choosing to not throw the older gentleman under the bus further than the supervisor felt like doing. Instead, you stepped off to start getting the crowd under control. This was one of the many necessities of the job as a Security Officer. It wasn't always fun, and most people scorned your very existence as if being in your presence meant instant trouble, but it paid the bills.

It took longer than you would have liked and even longer for the crew to get the rowdy bunch down. No one fell, which put your mind at ease, and soon the whole show was being jotted down on a report; Drunk teens being reckless for a challenge. No casualties. Police took them into custody. Job done.

Looking at your watch, you noticed it nearing midnight. Freedom with a hot shower and cozy bed was drawing closer. The door to the small staff room flew open and your head spun around in surprise. Charles stood there absolutely fuming.

"Can't believe this shit. A no call, no show. Kids these days," You caught him grumbling about as he opened the small fridge. It looked like the somewhat newer recruit wasn't going to make it in. "I swear, the younger they are the less amount of respect they have for work."

You smiled at that. It wasn't all true. There were exceptions and you were one of them. Sure, you weren't as young as the newest hire who was fresh out of trade school, but not off by too much.

"Looks like I'm pulling a double shift," Charles sighed while sitting down across from you, popping the soda open.

"I can do it. I don't mind," Maybe a part of you would regret it later but you were off for the next three days so pulling in a few extra hours wouldn't hurt. Besides more money never harmed anyone.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Well, alright. You've got my number if needed." He stood up but paused before reaching the door. "Oh, and don't forget to lock up the south exit gate. Some teens have been sneaking in through there lately."

"Will do. Have a good night, Sir."

Working overnights at the boardwalk was easy. It was quiet for the most part. It could be considered dark and creepy since everything was turned off, empty, but you didn't mind it. With a flashlight in hand, you started the first patrol. Walking up and down the boardwalk, flashing the lights around rides to make sure no one was sneaking around, and trying door handles to make sure shops were locked and secure. About the only resemblance of 'excitement', if it can even called that, was ushering a homeless man off the premise.

You never liked that part of the job. Sure, avoiding damages to property and having to follow the law against loitering was a part of the deal, but it still sucked. You knew a majority were just trying to find a warm place to hunker down at for the night. It just couldn't be here, or you'd risk the chance of being fired. Maybe even worse if the security company you worked for lost their contract with the Santa Carla Boardwalk — forcing multiple people to relocate to different posts.

The south gate was locked and secured with no issues. You began the walk back to the security building by the north entrance, being slow about it as to hopefully burn some time. There wasn't much to do inside the small building but watch cameras and read so why not enjoy the walk?

It wasn't until you were roughly halfway there that you heard shuffling in the distance. Fanning your flashlight around you caught the end of something disappearing around a corner. A stray animal? It wouldn't be too farfetched. The dumpsters and bins were loaded with leftover carny food, drawing all sorts of animals to rummage around for something to eat.

An even louder noise jolted you around, pivoting to face the opposite direction. It sounded like something crashing to the ground. A trashcan lid, maybe.

"Who's there?" You called out firmly, the flashlights beam dancing along the walls and ground. Looking for anything out of place. "Shit—" you cursed as your body reflexively flinched at the sight of a person, but upon further inspection it was just your reflection on a window staring back at you.

"Well, aren't you a jumpy one?"

"What the hell!" You cried out at the sudden voice behind you, so close — too close. Your wide eyes instantly shifting to take in the lone figure as your light fell upon their form, voice uneven. "You are not supposed to be here. The boardwalk is closed."

(to be continued | leave a suggestion on who you think it is or who you want the lone figure to be)

🌈💝🤍 (be answering yours when I get home :D)

🌈 is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

I really struggled with A Steady Heart Goes 1, 2, 3, 4. Not only because I had a 'losing all my year's worth of writing at once' scare earlier this year that was thankfully resolved within 24 hours that happened in the midway point of the fic, but also because it was such a long one shot that it was very draining. And I felt like I needed to do a lot of research on pacemakers even though most of the info became Ford's infodump at Dipper haha.

as for multichaptered fics, Dead on Arrival was such a huge deal to me and I worked so hard to get it written and posted, even recruiting a previous friend to help with ideas for it. I had a heck of a time figuring out how to have Stan escape the police and solve his problems that it ended up kinda feeling a little rushed (also because I was running out of energy to write by then and this was back when I didn't post until a fic was completely done).

💝 what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Honestly, probably The Things You Can't Live Without. When I was writing it, I wasn't even expecting to post it as I felt self conscious about tagging the artist and having them be upset or whatever about how I killed Ford off so easily. or writing a fic for it at all tbh. Seeing that you wrote a fic for it gave me the confidence I needed to post, so thank you for the indirect help. Also the fact that I had written and posted a similar 'Ford dies around the time of the portal' fic didn't help my confidence in being 'original'.

the fact that it got as much love as it did, and even a positive reblog from the artist, just blew me away. Also your comment on it yesterday is still making me see stars (in a good way). It's forefront on my mind and the one I've been rereading over and over to see if I can understand the hype and I think I can. Probably not to the same degree of praise though tbh (I'm my own worst critic and all). I just never expected such praise for it.

🤍 what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

It's one of my weirder fics and one that I completely understand why some didn't get, but probably Conjoined. It's an older and more amateur feeling fic of mine now (so weird to think of it like that) but I guess how I handled the ending was weird and maybe against some themes of the show, but I liked how I handled it and the Stans' closeness. Though it's a fic I haven't gathered the courage to reread after I got the criticism that lead me to think it's right for this question... it was my first multichaptered fic though, so I wish I could gather that courage...

anyway, thanks for the ask, I had fun writing it out.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This may sound silly, but I really appreciate your openness about being genX. I feel like even within fandom, there's this underlying ageism around fandom, like you're not allowed to like things past your 29th birthday?? I suspect this is related to the post you shared about genX and milennial folks growing up when fandom was still "weird", and I'm hoping that this will change as genZ ages. I hope that when I'm 80, my retirement home will have cosplay days, you know?

Aww, thank you! I was definitely more vague about it when I first got onto Tumblr and into GF fandom, but eventually I did realize that like, if nobody actually talked about being older, then it would just perpetuate this sense that older people aren't still around and doing stuff. I hope sometimes that talking about it just serves as an example that shows a way that you can live as you grow older, without having to give up your passion or your interests.

I know that when I first got into fandom, in the early 80s, I was joining fan-groups that were, necessarily, run by adults (in their 30s-50s). I mean, because to run a fan-group, or organize a convention, you had to be an adult who could handle money and enter into contracts and stuff. I went to conventions and met a lot of older people, too.

There just weren't any distinctions based on age at that time. There wasn't any sense that fandom wasn't for adults, because fandom as it was understood at that time had *originated* with adults. I mean, I'm going back to the 30s, when Worldcon started; or like, the "save Star Trek" campaign of the 60s, which was spearheaded by adults (mainly women, many of whom were extremely into Kirk/Spock).

That was definitely still the feeling in fandom when I was getting involved in the 80s. And I benefited from adults who were really welcoming to a 14 year old, and really encouraging of my earliest efforts in fanfic and fan-art. I met plenty of people in their 50s and 60s who were clearly successful, independent adults, and this was just their thing. Genre fandom is no more "childish" than, say, sports fandom, which is extremely mainstream.

This weird undercurrent of ageism in fandom is very new. And usually it seems like it's pretty misogynist in its expression.

The thing about your life and your interests is that there's really no age at which you need to stop being You. Maybe you'll enter into a phase of life in which whatever you're doing, be it family or career or lifestyle, takes up too much of your time for you to spare much energy for the kinds of fandom activities you once enjoyed, and that's okay. It's quite a different thing from thinking you'll hit age 25 or 30 and say "welp! I'm not allowed to be a fan of Star Wars any more!"

It doesn't usually work like that. I think people who think it does work that way are overly concerned about what *they think* "society" will think of them for still having... interests. And like, man, I get that. There's a lot of social milieus out there that can be really unforgiving of deviation from their norm, and if you're trapped in that, it sucks, and it takes a lot of emotional energy to withstand it, let alone stand up to it.

I got lucky, I think. I was always open about my interests and activities. There are people in my life who haven't really *understood* it, but they don't give me grief over it. But I also have to point to those fandom adults I met as a young teen, for giving me the feeling that it was okay to be "weird", even once you were an adult.

I expect I'll still be reading fanfic and drawing fan-art when I'm old, even if I have no idea right now what new loves and passions will come along. (That's the endless fun of a life in fandom, really. You never know what wonderful thing you'll discover next.) We are *definitely* going to have cosplay in the retirement home. ;-)

123 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#4

Very Important Shots of Stanford Pines

So I was discussing butt puns with @gin-juice-tonic​, as you do (specifically on account of his little series  from  yesterday), when I happened to comment, “granted, Ford is the one, canonically, with the ass, while Stan, bless his heart, is not.“  The sort of statement one makes when one feels sure that what one is saying is common knowledge.  I forgot that what was common knowledge in the fandom ca. 6 years ago (born of consensus through many discussion posts) is not necessarily common knowledge in the fandom today. Resulting in the following exchange:

Gin: you cant just say ford canon has an ass and not elaborate on

Me: Ford is the one with the canon ass shots!

Gin: WHEN

This took me all of 5 minutes (to call up the eps and take screenshots; no I did NOT have these saved to a folder on my computer):

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220 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#3

Earlier I read a post (reblogged by @scribefindegil​) that was about how people criticize stories that feature children having to fight the Big Evil themselves, and often these are criticisms of “child soldiers” and “where are the parents”, etc.  I admit, I’ve had that criticism of some works, myself; and the post is making the point that the people most likely to criticize those aspects of that kind of story aren’t the actual target audience.  Which I get!

I’m mentioning that and linking to the post because I did not want to append this in a reblog of it, since this is not meant to be a refutation of the point, or anything.  It’s just that reading that reminded me of a thing that I Really Like About Gravity Falls, and it seemed like a good jumping off point for summarizing those thoughts.  (In this, a week where we’re celebrating GF leading up to the 10th anniversary.)

You all will recognize the sequence above, of course!

I came to Gravity Falls as an adult; and, while I love Dipper and Mabel, and love watching their adventures and their growth, they weren’t my point of identification with the series.  (I’m putting that as an “and” and not a “so” or “therefore”, because I think it’s perfectly valid for adults who watched  and loved the series to identify with Dipper and Mabel!  I’m just saying this from my own perspective.)

Gravity Falls, obviously, is a balancing act (in the first season especially) with allowing the kids to have all kinds of adventures, some of which are Very Hairy, while keeping the main “parental” / adult authority figure (Stan) sidelined from those events for various reasons.  And the thing is, that worked for me.  While you are watching Season 1, I think, the impression you get is that Stan might be oblivious to some of the supernatural stuff Dipper and Mabel are dealing with; and at least, that’s what the kids believe.  (Of course we know Stan has his own deal going on and we don’t know what that is; and I know people watching S1 really question whether Stan is as oblivious as he sometimes seems.)

That works better for me than “the adults all know about the Big Evil (or the Big Problem or what have you), but they feel they cannot do anything about it and so they will not do anything about it”. 

In Stan’s case, of course, we finally get an explanation for his whole deal, and THEN the show addresses his absence from some of the supernatural problems.  He hangs a lantern on it by saying that he thought pretending he didn’t know would keep the kids from finding out, and keep them safe.  (Who knows if that really would have worked, had Dipper not found Journal 3?  I mean, probably not.  But Stan did not know that Dipper had a source telling him all about a bunch of the supernatural stuff, in his hands.)

Anyway -- what we see during Season 1 is that Dipper and Mabel are very capable of dealing with things themselves.  They’re brave and resourceful.  They’re not stepping up because the adults won’t, or can’t.  In fact, despite Dipper’s protests, they spend S1 hiding most of their adventures from Stan. (Or certainly not bringing him into their confidence; until the very end.)

But what I love is that even though Dipper and Mabel are very brave and resourceful, when push comes to shove (and when circumstances align), an adult steps up, and helps them with problems they can’t (and probably shouldn’t be) handle on their own.  (See Stan’s entrance in “Scary-oke”, above.)

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281 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#2

HOLY COW! Something to look forward too! (These are super cute IMO.)

No word on price yet, I think? (The Amphibia chibi plush were $15, but they were 7", while he says these will be 10"; so they might be a bit more?)

Link to tweet.

Text from tweet by GravityFallsCipher, TheMysteryofGF on Twitter: I may have had to make a deal with a certain three-sided polygon but your favorite #GravityFalls Grunkles will soon be available in plush form starting in Spring 2023 coming exclusively to http://TheMysteryShack.com.

Made in collaboration with @kayochins alongside the chibi plush. These are a bit larger than those around 10" tall and a slightly different visual style.

(Features photos of a Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford plush in a somewhat chibi style. Stan is wearing his Mr. Mystery outfit. Ford is swearing the outfit he wore in the show, but the prototype is missing the belt across his chest.)

More info when it becomes available!

451 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Are you getting those ‘Based on Your Likes‘ posts on your dash?

There’s a toggle to turn it off now!

Apparently it got turned on prematurely, before they had the toggle ready.  The toggle was not there this morning, But it’s there now!

454 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

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The Triangle and The Pinetree by AddrianaStarflower

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Categories:

M/M

Multi

Fandoms:

Gravity Falls

Steven Universe (Cartoon)

Relationships:

Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines

maybe

could also be - Relationship

Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines/Steven Universe

Bill Cipher & Dipper Pines

Bill Cipher & Steven Universe

Dipper Pines & Steven Universe

Characters:

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Steven Universe

Bill Cipher

OC - Character

Jasper (Steven Universe)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

All of Gravity Falls

Crystal Gems (Steven Universe)

Yellow Diamond (Steven Universe)

Blue Diamond's Pearl (Steven Universe)

White Diamond (Steven Universe)

Everyone on Homeworld

Additional Tags:

Timeline? What Timeline?

Lack of Following Canon Rules and Logic

Crack Treated Seriously

Crossover

They all exsist in the same universe (and on same Earth)

Multiverse Adventure

I left for 4 years on accident... ooops

Post-Gravity Falls

Prior to Steven Unvierse Diamond Days

READ THE PREQUEL FIRST IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH STEVEN

But good luck with that

it's not done yet

Pretty much everything you need to know will be explained in this one

the prequel just gives more background

Dark Dipper Pines

Older Dipper Pines

Homeworld Iniciated Steven

He is like really into their way of doing things now

he's even got a pearl

she's not a slave though

If you join the discord

ive got some fanart

Slow To Update

Language: English

up to chapter 4 out now!

Dip Dop Crop Top He looks good in black and gold, I wonder where he got the idea from [Character(s) depicted are 18+]

Steps to going down the BillDip rabbit hole (there is no turning back, you are lost forever)

SPOILER ALERT FOR GRAVITY FALLS

Become aware that there’s a show called Gravity Falls

Ppl seem to love it, ok cool! It’s on your “I’ll watch it one day” list

You start watching it

Aww this is cute and funny.

Awww Dipper has a crush on Wendy. It’s probably not gonna work out because she’s 3 yrs older and like 2 ft taller but aww kiddie crushes

Watch it more

At some point before finishing the series, think “Hey I wonder what the ships are for this fandom?”

(Or I guess if you finished the series that’s cool too, you’re just gonna be more confused)

Open up ao3

WHY IS BILLDIP THE TOP SHIP

DO PPL SHIP BILL AS A TRIANGLE WITH DIPPER

ISN’T DIPPER LIKE 12

If you have watched Sock Opera at this point, you’re like “ok something must happen between them in the episodes I haven’t watched yet, cause yeah they interacted but Bill was evil the whole time and Dipper was like I must stop you!!!!”

(If you already finished GF, skip the next bullet)

Watch the remaining episodes looking for traces of Dorito x Boy

Seems like Bill and Ford have more ~history and Bill and Dipper didn’t interact much past Sock Opera???? WHERE DID BILLDIP COME FROM

You need to understand why the ppl like it

Check Billdip tag on IG or tumblr. You probably see a lot of Sexy Adult Human Bill and Older Twink Dipper, or Triangle Bill but cute and pocket sized 

Open up Bill Cipher / Dipper Pines on ao3 again

Start reading

Okay you kind of get the appeal of Finally Someone Is Interesting Enough to Match Me and also Bill Has a Favourite Plaything but Bill is still evil and Dipper is still 12 in canon

You are still confused but you open up another fic

You have now read like 5 fics

Oh no this new fic is well written. Their dynamic is great. The development is great.

If you have an ao3, it’s going in your private bookmarks

Time to look for more fic

FIRST LINE OF YOUR LAST 20 STORIES!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line.

Tagged by @nixie-deangel, thanks dear :)

WARNING: Most of my stories contain possibly triggering/explicit content in one way or another, and especially the older ones need editing.

1. What I Am [Codywan, Star Wars]

“Obi-Wan,” the shadow purred. “You made a mistake, Obi-Wan.”

2. What You Are And What You'll Never Be [Vaderwan, Star Wars]

Obi-Wan was captured.

3. Two Kinds Of Cruel [Vaderwan, Star Wars]

They came in the hours of the dune lizards, in the time between night and day in which the reptiles’ cackling laughter drowned out the sandstorm daring to disturb them; they feared no weather.

4. Where The Sky Begins [Obikin, Star Wars]

To tell the truth, Anakin didn’t even recognize him at first.

5. Any Objections? [Obikin, Star Wars]

The first time Anakin noticed it, they were on board of the Twilight, flying through hyperspace.

6. Silent Is The Night [Bruce/Dick, DC]

Strangely enough, it wasn’t Batman who got hurt.

7. Saving Flowers [Obikin, Star Wars]

Obi-Wan was thirteen years old when a whisper in the night tore apart everything he thought to know about the Jedi Order.

8. The War That Never Was [Germany/Prussia & Prussia/England, Hetalia]

“You know… you don’t have to write that report. I’m sure they won’t even remember a thing of your presentation… why put that much effort into it?”

9. Hetalian Fairy Tales [Multiple pairings, Hetalia]

The night was cloudless, stars scattered all over it, but that also meant it was cold and the wind was blowing through Adalwin’s hair relentlessly.

10. The Nature Of Snow [Russia/Prussia, Hetalia]

The first time they spent Christmas with each other, they were enemies pretending to be allies.

11. Symbiosis [Russia/Prussia, Hetalia]

It was going to happen that evening, Prussia was sure of it.

12. Lachesis [Elton/Bernie, Rocketman]

“Elton came to the conclusion that he, sadly, isn’t interested in your services anymore. He needs something more... spectacular, catchier, you know?”

13. Mistletoes [Bill/Dipper, Gravity Falls]

The leaves were green and spiky and tied together with a nearly perfect red bow.

14. 22 Hours [Mabel-centric Gen, Gravity Falls]

It was like climbing the ragged face of a cliff.

15. Bridge Over Troubled Water [Bill/Dipper, Gravity Falls]

„I don’t want to see you ever again, Pines,” the brawny, bald man growled, his face tense enough that Dipper was able to see a vein twitching at his temple.

16. A Prayer In Spring [Conor/Harry, A Monster Calls]

It took Conor two weeks to realise Harry wouldn’t come back.

17. Silent Colours [Bruce/Dick, DC]

The tip of the pencil made soft noises as it leaped across the paper, following the quick movements of the hand holding it.

18. It's Such A Pretty World Today [Walt/Jesse, Breaking Bad]

Most of the mirror’s surface was fogged, though a few sparkling beads of water were gathering in the right bottom corner, running down, falling.

19. Dove [Harry/Eggsy, Kingsman]

“What do you want from me?!”

20. Inconvenience [unrequited Harry/Eggsy, Kingsman]

Harry wasn’t a bad man.

BONUS: the Obikin WIP I've been working on on and off since January last year :P -> Shmi Skywalker died happily.

My favorite one has to be either 7 - Saving Flowers or 10 - The Nature Of Snow, but, really, I'm satisfied with most of these :) [Though, making this list made me realize how many times I hopped fandom whoops...]

Tagging: @jovialkidbonktrash @unspuncreature @lithugraph@rosesnblueberries @willshowerthots @currently-kraken @luzff @farfollow @sparkie96 @kratosfan6632466 and whoever else wants to do this :) [As always, no pressure~]

Childe/Tartaglia: “Enemies” to “Lovers”

Aww, thank you 💕💕 All of you are so lovely ;-; Coming out from the bushes and attacking me.

Have you guy’s seen the Childe trailer? It’s in Chinese but holy shit I want him?? Who is Xiao anymore? WHAT ARE LOYALTIES??? I’m gonna ATTEMPT to roll for Childe. I love snake two faced characters so much.

I’ve never written for Childe before and there’s not a lot to go off on but I will try my best. Honestly, he’s like Dazai 2.0 for me lol.

I’m not sure what scenario you wanted but since I’m hard simping for this man, I made this a lot a bit self indulgent. I actually had a completely different idea so that’s where the enemies to lovers title comes from before I scrapped it. Now if you’ll excuse me, here’s your 2k words of food.

Update: Guess what? You’re getting a part 2. Don’t know when but now I have a taglist if you want to be added and tagged when it comes out 

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Childe/Tartaglia: “Enemies” to “[Lovers]”

Childe silently hops over the wall and onto the roof in the dead of night. The moon was shining high, casting dark shadows that he slips in between them as he eyes his destination. An open window leading to an important personnel. Usually, he would send an agent to observe, but once he learned who this secret person was, he decided to take it into his own hands. To stretch his muscles a bit. His hand quickly caught the edge of the window sill as he raises himself and drops into the spacious room. He whistles lowly as he looks around. This was a big room but it wasn’t that much of a surprise, considering who was staying here.

“Thank you, have a good night.”

His head perks up as he hears a voice and steps into the shadows of the room. He can faintly make out an outline of a body behind the sliding doors and stands back, out of sight. He watches as the doors slowly open and the person he’s been looking for steps in. One of the leaders of the Qixing. As soon as the door’s close behind you, your shoulder’s finally relaxed before turning around to walk to the other end of the room where a large mirror was placed. You loosen the pin holding your clothes up, finally ready to get rid of these heavy clothes. He quickly averts his eyes but your voice once again breaks the silence.

“Do you make it a habit of watching others without their knowledge or are you going to say something?” you ask as you turn around as your eyes roam around what appeared to be an empty room. He weighs his options before shrugging and stepping out into the moonlight with his arms raised in mock surrender.

“I swear I would look away. I’m a bad guy but I’m not one of those types. I promise!” He laughs casually despite the circumstance, “I’m surprised you noticed me. But I suppose one of the Qixing would be capable of such an act.”

“Oh no, you were perfect. You just came at a bad time. But who are you? You don’t act like an agent” you eyed him carefully as you fiddled with your pin.

“I’m Childe, one of the Fatui’s Eleven Harbingers,” he replies giving a mock bow in your direction. He watches your reaction to see if you’ll panic and call for the Millelith. Instead, you simply nod along and you’ve stopped fiddling with the pin on your clothing.  

“Ah, I’ve met a few of you Harbingers. You don’t look like one” you remarked as you turn around once again to finally undo the pin. Childe quickly turns his gaze away as you settle the heavy clothes on the table to fold. You pull your inner clothes closer to yourself to keep warm in the chilly room.

“I’m a bit too young to see their way of thinking. So I don’t fit in well with them,” he shrugs unbothered. He’s never liked the other Harbingers anyways, “I wasn’t aware that the Qixing had other leaders present.”

“Well, the Qixing prefer to keep things somewhat discreet-”

“Yaoguang? Is everything alright? We heard voices,” one of the Millelith cuts you off as both Childe and your eyes dart to the paper screen door. Childe steps silently towards the window sill, ready to escape if needed. He would have to do a lot of unnecessary explaining if he were caught and the Qixing were already suspicious of the Fatui.

“Yes, I’m alright. I haven’t heard anything at all. Are you sure you are alright? Maybe you should rest,” you quickly walk to the door and slide it open just enough for the Millelith to see your face. The Millelith shakes his head and quietly apologizes for disturbing you before leaving.

“That looks like my cue to go, it’s getting pretty late anyway,” Childe smiles as he ducks under the window sill and gives a small wave back to you.

“Have a good night Childe.”

“You too, Yaoguang.”

---

“Don’t you think the Qixing are a bit too secretive?”

You turn around to see Childe sitting on the window sill as he ponders the thought. His right leg is resting on his left knee as his arm hold’s his chin as he stares at the wall in front of him. You give him a quick once over before going back to what you were doing, polishing your pin.

“Are you sure one of the Fatui should be saying that? Your organization plays with deceit and trickery” you laugh quietly to yourself as you place your pin in a old wooden box. It looked out of place in the room with the crude drawings and chipped paint, but Childe thought it suited you.

“Hey, I don’t agree with those methods at least! I’m here in front of you, aren’t I? But what about you? Aren’t you keeping me a secret from the Qixing?” he grins mischievously as he directs his attention onto you. Your back to still to him but he can watch your face in the reflection of the mirror. He’s not sure if he should commend you on your relaxed expression or the fact that he could easily kill you with your back turned.

“Mm, perhaps. But I enjoy this. You may not believe me but I think of you as a friend Childe. A personal secret of mine.” you say amused as you look up into the reflection of the mirror and manage to catch his surprised expression before it disappears.

“A friend? We’ve barely known each other,” he looked at you incredulously but with a wry smile, “I might seem nice but I’m still a bad guy.”

“A lot of people in Liyue don’t appear as they seem. But I don’t consider all of them as bad people. Don’t you think so Childe?”

He doesn’t say anything. You never mention it again.

---

“I have a younger sister who is an astrologist,” you say as you’re lying back on the bed while he sits on the window sill, “she’s the one that gave me this pin except her pin is red with the star and moon.”

You held the pin up for him to take and look for himself. He slips off the window sill and walks to your lying figure to take hold of it. It was a blue pin with a star in the center and the sun’s rays lining the edges of the rim. It was a bit worn but it was in incredibly good condition. He’s seen how you look at the pin so he’s not surprised.

“Astrology huh? Aren’t you Qixing named after the Big Dipper’s stars?” he asks as he hands the pin back to you and watches your eyes take a childlike gleam. He huffs a bit amused under his breath, you always seem to get like this whenever he let’s you ramble about stars.

“Yes, Yaoguang is translated from the Alkaid star. Alkaid derives from the Arabic phrase meaning "The leader of the daughters of the bier". The daughters of the bier are the three stars of the handle of the Big Dipper, Alkaid, Mizar, and Alioth. While the four stars of the bowl, Megrez, Phecda, Merak, and Dubhe, are the bie,” you ramble on making different gesture as you continue your mini lecture, “Tianquan and Yuheng are the stars Megrez and Alioth. They are here in Liyue too but Tianquan will be the one that preforms the Rite of Descension. It feels as if I’m attending my sister’s talent show even if Tianquan is older than me.”

“Hm, I’ve never looked into studying the stars. I’m more of a fighter,” Childe comments as he hears you laugh that you’re not surprised. He looks towards the moon and see’s it’s his time to leave. You give him a small wave as he starts back to the window sill before giving a small comment over his shoulder.

“You know I also have a younger sister.”

“Is she aware of what you do Childe?”

“No, of course not. Does your sister know what you do?”

“No, she doesn’t know either.”

---

“Can I see your mask?”

He unstraps it from his head and hands it to you as he watches you run your finger around the intricate details before moving it over your face. You’re both seated on the bed this time beside each other.

“I don’t understand how you can fight wearing this,” you say as you squint your eyes through the opening of the mask. He chuckles softly at the weird expression before plucking his mask out of your hands.

“Hm? I thought the Qixing were capable fighters?” he asks as he reattaches the mask to the side of his head. He rest’s his chin back onto his hand and settles back into his comfortable position.

“Yes, Tianquan uses the geo element while Yuheng uses electro,” you list off on one hand.

“What do you use?” he asks.

“Who knows” you answer.

He pouts a bit which you have to stifle your laugh at. It’s somewhat amazing how far he’s gone with this. He’s pretty busy managing business behind the scenes and getting on friendly terms with that funeral parlor man, Zhongli was it? Yet, he finds himself back here whenever he get’s a free night.

“I’m sorry for laughing but I never thought you could make such an expression. But I’m being honest. I can’t use a vision so I don’t know,” you shrug as you lie back down and close your eyes. Childe nods along even though you can’t see him. He had always thought the pin you carried was your vision until you let him hold it for himself.

“If you joined the Fatui. We could give you a vision,” he says as his gaze almost pierces through you but you continue to look unbothered. Your eye’s still remained peacefully closed.

“It’s the night before the Rite of Descension. It will be a busy day so you should get some rest before then Childe”

---

It was the day of the Rite of Descension and he had yet to see you. He knew you would be observing but wouldn’t you at least be at a vantage point where you could view the entire ritual?

“Excuse me, have you seen the Yaoguang?” he asks one of the Qixing attendants but she only looks at him confused. He’s not that surprised about that either.

“Yaoguang? I’m sorry but that leader isn’t here in Liyue right now. Did you mean to ask for Tianquan Lady Ningguang perhaps?” she attempts to correct as she gestures to the middle of the stage, where the white haired woman was standing.

“Yaoguang isn’t here? They haven’t appeared at all these past few weeks for the Rite of Descension to observe?” he asks again but the lady shook her head as he chuckled. So not even people closest to the Qixing knew that one of their leaders was being impersonated.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, I meant for Tianquan Ningguang. Sorry, these star names are a bit hard to wrap my head around” he laughs it off before walking away before the lady has time to respond.

“She is busy preparing for the Rite of Descension so she won’t be seeing anyone anytime soon. Perhaps after the ceremony if it’s urgent?” she still calls out to him before going back to her responsibilities.  

Tartaglia nods as he waves goodbye before continuing on. He never cared for the Rite of Descension but maybe today will be interesting. He spots two familiar faces in the crowd trying to get to the front to see the Rite of Descension. They seem to be friends. He laughs to himself as he reminisces all your past interactions with him. He’ll find out sooner or later who this mysterious Yaoguang impersonator is. After all, the walls have ears.

---

Part 2 perhaps? Depends on the feedback I get on this. I read about the big dipper for this fic. 

Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines Characters: Dipper Pines, Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Older Dipper Pines, Older Mabel Pines, Human Bill Cipher, Alcohol, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change Summary:

Sophomore year of college and Dipper is ready for new adventures! But, when there is an unexpected dorm room change, Dipper must face a new challenge, a (crazy?) roommate named Bill Cipher.

Chapter One:  Illnnzgv Xszmtv

Dipper felt his lips curve into a smile as he set one of his suitcases into the bright blue college moving cart. He stood back up and slid out a plastic bin, filled with bedsheets, blankets, a mattress pad, and his pillow, out of the car trunk. He plopped it into the moving cart with his black suitcase. The young man glanced up, smiling wider as he took in the large campus around him. Dipper could feel both the excitement of being back at college and the anticipation of starting a new year with new classes rising in his chest.

His pine tree trucker cap was suddenly shoved down in front of his line of sight, which jolted him from his thoughts, “Hey!” He whined, fixing the hat back to its proper place and brushing the hair from his eyes.

His twin sister grinned at him, giggling at his reaction, “Sorry, couldn’t help it bro. I have to let my energy and excitement out somehow!” She poked his arm as she danced around him.

Dipper laughed, “Okay, okay, how about you direct that energy into unloading your stuff from the car?”

Mabel patted Dipper’s shoulder thoughtfully, “Check-in isn’t for another five minutes, I got plenty of time.”

“You have four large bins, a mini-fridge, one suitcase full of sweaters, two suitcases full of other clothes, and another with dorm decorations,” he raised his eyebrow, “And...I’m pretty sure you have a duffle bag full of just gummy candy.”

Mabel shrugged, “Gummy koalas supply more energy.” Despite her words, she did start unloading her college bags into her moving cart, occasionally plopping a gummy candy into her mouth. Mabel pulled out a bag of stickers from her suitcase and smacked a glittery rainbow on one of Dipper's plastic bins, "BAP! Now your bin is stylish!"

"It's already stylish," Dipper smiled as he pointed to his bin. It already had a 'California' and 'film student' sticker on it. He shook his head and continued to unload his bags.

It was their second year in college at a well-known university in Los Angeles. The twins had always wanted to attend college there and as fate had it they were both accepted. They were also thrilled that they could experience college together as they had with middle and high school. Sometimes having your sibling around during new adventures was better than any best friend or significant other. Mabel was a second-year fashion and design student while Dipper was majoring in film and media studies. The kid dreamed of starting some kind of ghost hunting show or something that covered the supernatural. After spending their summers in Gravity Falls, where they were constantly exposed to the supernatural, Dipper became obsessed.

Dipper waved his hand towards his face as he began to sweat, “Gosh, why did our move-in date have to be one of the hottest days of the year?”

Mabel nodded, thankfully she had a loose, white cropped tank top on. It definitely helped with the heat. “Global warming. It’ll only get worse.” She frowned sourly, carefully setting her sweater suitcase in the cart.

Dipper nodded and handed her the car keys, “Hey, lock the car once you’ve got everything in your cart. I’m going to check into my dorm and start unpacking. I’ll say hi to Nick for you.” Dipper smiled at her and she responded with a salute.

Nick was a close friend from Dipper’s friend group he joined last year. They had similar majors and enjoyed many of the same tv shows, hobbies, and books so they decided to room together this year despite the common belief that ‘friendships get ruined that way'. There wasn’t really anyone else to live with anyway. And random roommates were a hit or miss.

As Dipper pushed his cart along the path to the dorm he happily took in the view around him. The college was pretty gorgeous with its Greek-like yet modern-style buildings. The pathways that led to the halls and dorms were surrounded by open green spaces. Most students liked to study there or just relax with friends. The large trees were also a nice touch. Dipper inhaled deeply; it reminded him of Oregon.

He came up to a long, modern-looking building that was around five stories tall. Vines crawled up the sides of the walls and some trees stood around the perimeter. ‘Smith’ was etched on the entrance. The brunette smiled up at it and proceeded to walk inside. Thankfully a gust of AC greeted him, much better than the outside heat. A young woman, either Dipper’s age or a year older, hurried over to him with a wide smile. She had highlighted brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and long eyelashes. The woman wore a blue shirt with loud yellow words, reading ‘Student Coordinator Team’ and carried a clipboard, probably full of welcome sheets or something of that matter.

“Hello there! I’m Annie, a student coordinator, here to help you with move-in! Can I get your last name?”

Smiling politely, Dipper nodded, “Pines. Dipper Pines. Thanks, but I already know I’m in room 128 with Nick Shasta.”

The young woman flipped through the papers attached to her clipboard, soon stopping and squinting at one of the pages, “Ohh.” She sighed through her nose, “I’m really sorry, but there were some issues with roommates and dorms and Housing had to make some last minute changes.”

Dipper blinked twice, his stomach flipping, “What? Changes? Why?”

She shrugged, “They were last minute, but you are now in room 918.” She glanced at her paper as if she needed to double-check, then Annie nodded. She handed him a keycard from a box that sat on the front desk. Dipper stuttered, “I don’t get it, why was my room changed? Does Nick know? Can I change back?”

She looked over Dipper’s face, which was already red from the heat, but now more so from the unexpected news. "You can email Housing Services, I’m sure they can help explain this better than me. I’m sorry.” She gave him an apologetic look.

Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, thanks. I guess. I’ll email them. Thanks.” He sucked at his lower lip, quickly pushing his moving cart past the girl and to the elevators, his head spinning.

Why a last-second change? Was Nick aware? The elevator doors opened and Dipper pulled the cart inside as he went through various scenarios in his head. His anxiety made it hard to process the situation. When the doors opened he arrived at the fifth floor. Dipper licked his dry lips and sighed. Just email Housing, text Nick. No big deal. No big deal.

Students lined the hall with their parents, unpacking their things and getting settled into their dorms. Others were chatting with friends, looks of giddy excitement on their faces. Some were crying and hugging their parents. 916...917...918. Dipper closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing mind before he met the person behind the door. Once the thoughts were as quiet as they were going to get, Dipper unlocked the door with his key car and pulled his cart inside.

The door shut behind him, closing Dipper off from the hallway. The room was larger than an average dorm room, having two twin-sized beds, two desks, two dressers, two large closets near the door, and room for a tiny kitchen area. Although one had to bring a microwave and mini-fridge. There was nice cupboard space which was a plus.

One side of the room was already set up. The twin bed was decorated in soft grey sheets, a fluffy black pillow, and a white comforter that sported yellow triangles. There were pictures hung over the wall above the bed. Some were of a group of friends and others were of odd subjects, like a random fork or tree.

Dipper turned his attention to the kitchen area. The individual had brought a mini-fridge and had decorated it in more triangles and other geometric shapes, this time the shapes were multiple different colors that formed a messy rainbow across the stainless steel door. On the person’s desk was a computer as well as a weird-looking plant, and a jar of…

“The fuck…” Dipper mumbled slowly, squinting to see if he was viewing the objects in the jar correctly.

Teeth. Different sizes and types of teeth filled the mason jar. Dipper blinked slowly, what the hell? He plopped down on the bare mattress on his side of the room and continued to observe the other side of the room as if it was a specimen itself. It wasn’t very messy, but there was an open box of Oreos and a can of beer on the dresser. Colored lights lined the sides of the ceiling and were flashing different colors. It was quite obnoxious actually.

Dipper groaned. Hopefully, he could move in with Nick after he sent an email to Housing because the person who lived on the other side of this dorm room was a freak. A freak who collected deer teeth and probably got drunk every night.

The dorm room door suddenly swung open and a young man lazily leaned against the doorframe as he looked over Dipper, a strange glint in his eyes. The man had different tones and layers of blonde hair, which caused it to be fluffy and stick out in random places. The freckles across his cheeks and shoulders complimented his sun-kissed skin nicely. His eyes were two different colors, one being a soft golden and the other a bright blue. Dipper didn’t have much time to take that in, because his already-stressed brain was focused on other key aspects about this guy. For one, he was wearing nothing but black shorts, not even shoes or socks. The second was that he had some nice abs. Shit, they were really nice abs. And the third, he held another jar of...something...in his hands

“I lost this bad boy in my car,” he wiggled the jar and whatever was in the inside bobbed around within the liquid solution, “took me ten minutes to find it. It was so hot outside, thought they might melt or something. Hell, I could have melted. Damn heat!” He laughed loudly which made Dipper flinch. The young man waved his hand in front of his face to cool off, “Bill Cipher by the way.”

A second later, the blonde tossed Dipper the jar. Dipper’s reflexes kicked in and he caught it in his hands, fumbling a little. He stared down at the jar to see what was inside and what was inside...stared back. The jar was full of real eyeballs.

Dipper shrieked.

Bored and Nailed (Stan Pines x Reader)

After meeting the Pines family at your job as a nail tech you’re invited to a sleep over the the Mystery Shack. Stan has had his eyes on you though and decides to make the best of the night. NSFW Comission for @tv-zepeda

“Grunkle Stan, please! This is my future we’re talking about!” Mable begged as she trailed behind her great uncle. He was doing his best to walk away from the pleading preteen but to no avail. “If I don’t start my education now then I’ll become a criminal when I’m older and end up in jail!” Mabel had been reading Teen Heart Throb Magazine for Tweens when she came across an article about being a nail technician. She had her mind made up instantly, that was what she wanted to be when she grew up and she needed to start early. “Jail ain’t so bad kid.” He scoffed. “Helps build character.” “But Grunkle Stan!” She whined. “Please Gunkle Stan, just let her. She was like this with learning how to knit. She bothered our parents until she got a lesson.” Dipper sighed. Stan stops in his tracks and turns around to address Mabel. “Listen, if I take you to get your nails done you can’t ask me for anything the rest of the summer!” Mable squealed and hugged her grunkle. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She jumped up and down before bolting to the door. “I’ll be in the car!” She yelled before slamming the door shut behind her. “Are you taking her right now?” Dipper asked. “No, but she’ll be alright in the car for a few hours.” Stan turns to walk to the gift shop. ---------- It's a beautiful sunny summer afternoon, so your job is absolutely dead. Only one customer had been in today, Lazy Susan, before her shift at the diner. Most of the residents of Gravity Falls would rather spend the first good day of summer outside and not getting their nails done. You couldn’t blame them though. If the choice had been yours you’d set your station up outside and be able to soak in the rays of the sun instead of standing in the fluorescent lights that hung above your head. Still you kept yourself busy with tidying and reading mass texts Tambry sent to everyone in town with a mobile phone. It was around one when the bell above the door chimed. You turned your head to see an older man and two older kids walk in. “Welcome in!” You greeted them warmly as you approached the front. The older man had a scowl on his face, while the young boys looked around aimlessly. The young girl however looked extremely excited, hopping from one foot to the other as her eyes darted from object to object. “What brings you in today?” “Kid wants her nails done, cheapest ya’ got!” The older man points his thumb over the girl and she frowns. “Grunkle Stan you can’t put a price tag on my future.” She scampers up to you. “I want to be a nail tech when I get older, I want you to teach me everything!” She beams. You giggle, and introduce yourself. “I’m not a trained teacher, but I can talk you through all my steps. Sound alright with you?” Looking back at the older man with a smile, he seems to freeze. “Uh, yeah, whatever,” He rubbed the back of his neck. The young girl cheers and begins introductions. “I’m Mable! The sweaty boy is my brother Dipper,” the boy made a noise of protest at the sweaty comment. “This is my Grunkle Stan.” She motions to the man beside her. You take a second to look him up and down. “Wait, aren’t you Mister Mystery?” “The one and only.” He smirks now and offers you his hands, you take it and he firmly shakes yours. It feels rough and large compared to your softer small one. “Please, call me Stan.” He rubs his thumb over your hand before pulling away. You can’t help the blush that creeps onto your cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at the schack.” DIpper comments. “Oh, I haven’t gone in a few years, but it’s always fun to see the cryptids on display.” You can feel yourself still blushing. “Ah, anyways,” you turn to talk to Mabel. “Go ahead and pick out what color you want from the wall over there.” You point her in the right direction and she begins to ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ over all the color choices. You watch her with a smile then turn back to the others two. “Anything for you two today?” Dipper makes a ‘pfft’ noise. “I think I’m a little too manly to have my nails painted. Don’t want people thinking I’m girly.” “There’s nothing girly about personal hygiene.” You comment and Dipper blushes. Stan laughs. “Ha, she's right kid. It’d do you good to have a little more hygiene.” Stan looks at you with a grin. Mabel runs back over with three bottles in her hand. You lead them back to your station and Mabel sits in front of you, Dipper and Stan on either side of her. She had decided on alternating pink and purple with holographic glitter. You begin the process you normally do when giving a manicure but describing every step in detail. Mabel watches with wide eyes and eats up every word. Stan looks up at you occasionally from over one of the magazines provided. He’s impressed with how patient you are with his great niece, even letting her paint one of your nails for practice. Everytime you make eye contact with him his eyes flip back to the magazine and pretend he wasn’t staring. It’s hard for him to not to think about how your smile brightens the whole room. When you finish Mabel hops out of her chair. “I feel like a changed woman!” She cheers, splaying her hands out so she can look at her freshly manicured nails. “Who's next?” You smile, looking at Stan. “I don’t need a fancy manicure in my line of work.” He grunts. “Okay, how about this then?” You slide your chair closer to where he’s sitting and place your hands out palms up, signaling for his hands. “No paint or clippers, promise.” He looks over to Dipper and Mabel hoping for a way out of it, but Dipper is busy admiring Mabel’s nails. Begrudgingly he places his hands in yours. You guide his hands to sit on the table and push his sleeves back, and pump lotion into your hand, before taking one of his and begin messaging the lotion into his skin. “Are you getting your nails done too?” Dipper snides with a smirk. Stan gives him a warning glare and he silences. “What color did you pick?” Mabel came to his side to see. “No paint, just a hand message.” You inform her. “Boo, where’s the fun in that?” She pouts. “Well sometimes people come in and don’t want their nails painted. Just a manicure and a message.” You tell her. “You’d be surprised how many men come in just for that.” Mabel makes a comment about how that’s boring and walks over to Dipper who found the tv in the lobby. There’s a moment of silence and you look up at Stan. He has a light shade of pink on his cheeks. You smile and look back down at his hands. “You know, you can tell a lot about someone by their hands.” You say without looking up. “That so?” Stan grunts. “That is so,” you giggle. “For instance I can tell you’re a hard worker, who cares for his family. I can also tell you don’t use lotion often enough.” He watches as you try to take another pump of lotion when the bottle decides to betray you and squirt everywhere. The white liquid squirts up your forearms and your shirt. “Shoot,” you grab a tissue and clean yourself off. You notice Stan is watching you, wide eyed and red faced. Heat rises to your cheeks when you realise what the mess resembles. “You gotta a little,” Stan motions to your cheek, you quickly wipe it away and toss the tissues in the trash before taking his hand again. Stan clears his throat before he speaks again. “You seem really good with kids. Sure you ain’t a teacher?” “Pretty sure,” you joke, earning a smile from him. “I just know how to talk to kids I guess. It’s just always come naturally to me.” You look over at the kids then back to Stan. “I know they’re older but if you ever need a babysitter, you could call me.” He smirks. “Yeah, I might take you up on that offer.” You finish his other hand and set it gently on the table. He rubs his palms together giving them a look over. “That felt great, kid. Thanks” He has what you guess is a genuine smile on his face. “It’s no problem.” You stutter, walking together to the register. He pays for Mabel's manicure, and you slide him your business card. “Here,” you blush. “Just in case.” “Oh, uh, thanks, toots.” He stammers. Mabel reaches up and slaps a bumper sticker onto the counter for you, seemingly having pulled it out of nowhere. “Come visit us at the Mystery Shack sometime! Grunkle Stan would love to give you a tour.” She put a little too much emphasis on the word love and you giggled. “Thank’s Mabel, I’ll have to do that.” You thank her and they go to leave. You hear Stan grumble something about how bumper stickers don’t grow on trees. You look down at the bumper sticker and smile. ----------- A few days later you convince a few friends to go with you on the tour at the Mystery Shack. The bell above the door chimes as you enter and you’re welcomed by a teenager behind the counter who has her nose stuck in a magazine. “Could we get three tour tickets, please?” You ask when you approach the counter. She lowers the magazine and you recognize her. “Oh, hey, Wendy.” You smile warmly. She visited the nail salon often with her dad. “Hey girl!” She greets. “Are you really going on a tour?” She chuckles. “Yeah, me and my friends used to come here sometimes. Also I did the owner’s nieces nail the other day and she said I should come by.” You motion with your head to your friend’s who are looking around the gift shop. “You mean Mabel?” She asks as she rings you up. “Oh yeah, she was raving about her nails the other day. Shoulda known you did them.” She hands you three pieces of paper that have ‘tour ticket’ written on them. “Next tour should start in a few, Mr.Pines will be finishing up with the last tour soon.” You thank her and go look around the gift shop with your friends. You find them looking over the Mister Mystery bobbleheads. “Look,” one of your friends says teasingly. “It’s the silver fox.” You blush. “I can’t believe you remember me saying that. That was at least three years ago.” “Oh, well never let you forget.” The other says. You can hear Stan’s loud booming voice as he enters back into the gift shop with the last tour group. “Be sure to buy lots of gifts for your family and loved ones! Remember we put the fun in no refunds.” He doesn’t see you as he makes his way over to Wendy. “How many in the next tour?” He asks gruffly. “Just three,” she points over to you and your friends and you wave. He looks taken aback for a second before composing himself back into his Mister Mystery persona. “Greeting and welcome to the Mystery Shack!” He greets you as you and your friends approach the entrance of the tour room. He gives a whole speech about being prepared to see things beyond belief and what not. You and your friends share looks and nudge each other as he guides you through the tour. “I get what you mean, he kinda is a silver fox.” Your friend says a little too loudly. “He’s definitely your type,” the other teases. You shush them and pray Stan didn’t hear that. A certain taxidermied creature catches your attention and you stare at it, lost in thought. “Boo!” A hand grabs your hip and you jump with a yelp. You turn to see Stan giving a hearty belly laugh. “Sorry, kid. Had to. Keep up with the tour group please. I’m afraid to say some people have wandered off on the tour and never make it out!” He boasts in his showman’s voice, slowly sliding his hand from your waist. You stiffen a giggle. “Where do they go?” You follow him a few feet to where your friends are and they giggle too. “Only the Gods know!” He booms. He continues on with the tour, ever so often he touches your shoulder and points over it at the exhibit, or makes direct eye contact only with you while explaining what the creature before you is. You think maybe you’re just imagining the extra attention. When the tour ends he leads you three back into the gift shop where Dipper and Mabel have appeared. When Mabel sees you she squeals and makes a beeline for you. “I knew you’d come for a tour!” She smiled. “Of course,” you smiled back. Your friends told you they had to get going before they went off. Mabel grabbed your hand and dragged you over to where Dipper and Wendy were standing. “She’s been talking nonstop about her nails.” Dipper tells you. “Yeah, I was just telling Mabel and Dipper that me and my dad get out nails done by you.” Wendy says. Dipper chuckles. “You’re telling me Manly Dan, then the manliest man in Gravity Falls, gets his nails done?” Wendy frowns at him. “There’s nothing not manly about good nail health, Dipper.” Dipper blushes a deep shade of red and you laugh at him mumbling an apology. “Yeah, Dip!” Mabel cheers. “You should let me do your nails tonight when Grenda and Candy come over.” Mabel’s smile disappears and her hand comes to her cheeks as she lets out a loud gasp. “Oh my gosh! Grunkle Stan, can she come to my sleepover too?” Mable shouts across the gift shop to her grunkle. You turn to look at him with a confused smile. He was definitely already looking over at you before Mable yelled. “Fine by me,” He grunts and turns back into the tour room. Mabel cheers. “Mabel, you didn’t even ask her if she wanted to come to your sleepover yet.” Dipper scolds his sister. Mable scoffs. “Of course she wants to come to my nail salon themed sleepover!” Mable looks up at you with big puppy dog eyes, there’s no way you could say no. “Right?” You laughed. “I’d be happy to come to your sleepover.” ---------- “He was def checking you out.” “Did you see how he looked at your butt?!” “I can’t believe he just grabbed her waist like that. That was BOLD.” Your friends filled your group chat with messages as soon as they left. You didn’t even want to know how’d they react if you told them you would be staying the night at the Mystery Shack. You sighed pulling up outside the Shack later that evening, having returned home to have dinner and grab some pajamas and nail polishes you didn’t mind if preteen girls messed up. Locking your car, you made your way to the door and knocked. Almost immediately the door swung open and you were greeted by Mable and her two friends. They start to giggle and pulled you up the stairs as they talk about everything they have planned for the night. Although the girls are full of energy the three of them are passed out by eleven. You look around the door deciding on what to do, since you aren’t tired yet. Deciding on tidying up a bit you grab the pizza box and head downstairs to look for the kitchen. It doesn’t take long before you find it. You decide to leave the light off, and make your way over to the fridge. You have to move a few things around to make it fit. Leaning over you move somethings before standing back up and closing the door. Your heart leaps in your chest when you turn around and there’s someone else in the kitchen. To your relief you recognize it’s only Stan. You place your hand on your chest and let out a small laugh. “Geez, you scared me.” His eyes look you over before he replies. “Sorry, kid. Didn’t mean to.” He makes his way over to next to you. “Was there and pizza left?” You nod. “Although it might have some glitter on it.” With his attention on the pizza in the fridge, you take a second to look over him. He’s in nothing but a tank top and boxer shorts. You can’t help but notice how his arms flex everytime he moves his arms. “Too much glitter,” he decides, standing up and closing the fridge. He's standing right by your side. “Thanks for indulging Mabel and coming over tonight, you really didn’t have to.” “Oh, I don’t mind.” You smile. “I didn’t have much else going on.” “A beautiful young thing like you didn’t have any plans on a Saturday?” He smirks. You can feel yourself blush at his compliment. “My only plans were to come to the Mystery Shack for a tour.” You confessed. “And how was it?” He asks. Was he moving closer, or were you imagining it? “G-good,” You stammer. “It was good.” Your back is against the counter, Stan places his hand on either side of you. “You know, with ears this big I got pretty good hearing. Couldn’t help but hear what your friends were saying.” You look up at him from under lashes. “And?” You ask almost teasingly. He breathed out deeply, only inches from your face now. One of his hands moves to the back of your head to guide you to him and he gives you a hungry kiss. You’re happy to begin kissing him back just as eager, moving your hands to his chest. After a few more kisses his hands move behind you to grab your ass. He moves from your lips to your neck and begins kissing the skin there. You lean against him and whine. “You like that, kitten?” He smirks against your skin. You nod and he continues kissing your neck. He stops to suck a bruise into the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. Your hands bunch into his tank top and the wiry hair on his chest tickles your fingers. You moan his name as he begins kissing you again, his hands moving to the waistband of your pajama shorts. He grabs your shorts and underwear and pulls them down in one swift motion, leaving him kneeling in front of you. He inches closer and you can feel his warm breath on your folds. “Spread your legs for me, sugar.” He encourages by placing both his strong hands on the inside of your thighs and pushing them apart. You obey, and he pulls one of your knees over his shoulder before beginning licking and sucking your clit. Your hands bunch into his hair and you bite your lip to try and suppress the noises threatening to escape your mouth. “Go on, tell me how it feels. The kid’s can’t hear you all the way in the attic.” He assures you. He doesn’t have to tell you twice as you begin to whimper and moan as he pleases you. Without warning he slips a finger into your wet entrance, and your buck into his touch. One of his hands holds your hip firmly to keep you from moving as he slips another digit in. You can feel the tension in your stomach building more and more with every thrust of his fingers and lap of his tongue. Just as you’re about to snap, Stan pulls away. You whimper at the loss. “Don’t worry,” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll give you something even better than that.” His hands move to your hips and he pulls you flush against him, you can feel his hard member against your stomach. Suddenly he picks you up and takes a few steps across the room before laying you on the kitchen table. His hands slip under your shirt and you help him pull it off. He smirks and looks over your naked form, before removing his shirt as well. Leaning over your form he begins kissing you again. His hands touch all over your naked chest. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close. You moan his name and he groans. “You ready for more?” He asks, but you can already feel him pushing against you. You frantically nod and he pushes into you completely with one slow thrust. You didn’t get the chance to see him but you can tell he’s thick. You both let out sounds of please. His hands move to hold your hips, your hand move to his forearms, your nails leaving tiny crescent shapes in his skin. He pulls out slowly but quickly thrust back into you, and begins to set an unforgiving pace. Every thrust is deep and fast, his hands are holding your hips so tightly you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow. You’re whimpering his name, which is definitely stroking his ego. “You feel so good,” He grunts. “So damn good.” He presses a bruising kiss to your lips. “Stan, I, I’m,” You try to tell him. He gets what you mean and picks up his pace. “Come on, I wanna feel you come.” His thumb comes between your leg to rub small circles to your clit and you lose yourself. Your back arches off the table and you cry out as his deep thrust helps you through. His pace doesn't falter as he turns you over onto your stomach. You grab onto the sides of the table to try and anchor yourself. His hands are still holding bruisingly onto your hips as he snaps his hips to thrust into you. Stan removes one of his hands before he brings it down hard to smack your rear. You cry out and push yourself back into his touch. He rubs tenderly over the reddening skin before he does the same again. Your head is foggy with all the pleasure you’re receiving, but you can feel the knot forming in your stomach again. You were close, but didn’t have the words to tell Stan. You hear Stan curse as he begins to praise you. “You’re so fucking perfect, making me feel so good. You getting close again, ain’t you? That’s so fucking good.” Every thrust of Stan’s becomes more erratic and you can tell he’s getting close too. His hands reach around to your clit and he teases it. “I want you to come again for me.” With a few more circles of your clit, the knot snaps and you’re coming again. Stan cusses and thrust deep into three more times before he pulls out, you can feel his hot seed spilling onto your back. Your head falls against the cool surface of the table as you try to catch your breath. You can hear Stan move away from you but don’t try to look, feeling too exhausted. You let out a hum as you feel a wet cloth run down your back. “You’re really something else, kitten.” He kisses your shoulder blade, and runs the cool cloth over your red ass cheek. He sets the cloth down and moves to help you up. Your knees feel a bit wobbly so you grab his arm to steady yourself. “You alright?” He plants a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod. “Yeah, I’m good. That was good.” You blush. Stan chuckles and wraps his arms around you, you wrap your arms around his neck. “How bout we get you to bed?” “I’d like that.” You agree.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines Characters: Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines Additional Tags: Alpha Bill Cipher, Omega Dipper Pines, Talking, Secret Relationship, Human Bill Cipher, Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines Fluff, Protective Bill Cipher, Older Dipper Pines, Healthy Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines, Crossdressing, Fluff, Feels, Dipper Pines Needs A Hug, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse, Fluffy Ending Series: Part 2 of BillDip Omega Verse Summary:

Part 2 of “May I Have This Dance”

Basically Dipper hiding in the garden cuz ew people and Bill meeting him there to talk and stuff

Constellations.

Pairing : Sam x Jess, Dean

Word count :    1,054

Written for : @spnfluffbingo​

Square : Stargazing

Warnings : College Sam, Lonely Dean, barely there canon divergence for the sake of fluff and Dean's happiness.  Alcohol consumption. Hunt mentioned. John mentioned. Flangst is where I live now I guess don't ask why.

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Sam was sitting outside the bar, eyes up and watching the sky, his jacket pulled around himself. It might not be the cold, brutal winters he knew as a child, but winter in California was still a winter, of sorts. The sky was clear, and despite all the city lights blocking out much of the night sky, he could still make out a few stars, and memories flooded his mind.

Memories of John passed out in a bed, and the boys sneaking out of the motel room to lay in some deckchairs next to a pool that had seen better days, eyes up on the sky. He remembers being so small the first time Dean pointed out the north star, Sam asking why it was brighter than all the others. Then constellations. Big dipper, little dipper, and more that Sam later learned weren’t real, Dean having made them up because he’d rather do that than admit he didn’t know the answers. But Sam didn’t care, he still remembered the names, they still made him smile.

His eyes closed softly as the smile graced his lips.

“Sam?” Opening his eyes, he saw the blonde looking down on him with worry. “Are you okay?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.” The worried look didn’t leave her face, so he smiled again. “I promise. I’ll be in soon, just needed some air.”

“You sure?” He nodded again. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jess.” Sam smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled at him before ducking back inside. His head fell back again, eyes once more going up to the night sky. “Do you remember them, Dean?” he mumbled to himself. “The Worgen?” he smiled, remembering Dean pointing out stars and saying they looked like a wolf. “The bowl.” Sam laughed at that one. When Dean had first shown him the dippers, and mentioned how they looked like spoons, Sam had asked where the bowl was. If you had spoons, you had to have a bowl, right? ‘How else will the gods eat their cereal, Dean?’ “Mom.” Sam whispered that one. He can’t remember what that cluster of stars looked like, and to be fair, he was pretty sure it changed every time Dean pointed it out, but he pointed it out every time, saying mom was looking down on them.

Sam missed those late nights with his big brother. They didn’t last long. Dean got older, John got stricter. Everything changed.

Looking down at his phone, he noticed it was a bit past midnight. “Happy birthday, Dean.” Sam mumbled to himself, eyes going back up to the sky.

Dean sat on the hood of the Impala, blood splattered on his clothes. He sighed, popping the top off a beer and lifted it to his mouth. “Happy fucking birthday to me.” he muttered, downing a mouthful as a monstrous body burned a few feet away.

His eyes went up to the moon. It had been so long since he’d stopped and looked up at the night sky. Out here, he was far enough from the city to have a decent view of the stars. His eyes went searching.

“Dipper.” he mumbled as he spotted one, hand going up as if he was pointing it out to someone. As if he wasn’t alone.

The north star drew his attention, held it. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there staring at it, but it gave him a sense, for a moment, that he wasn’t completely and utterly alone.  Dragging his eyes away, he took another pull of his beer before flicking his eyes over to the fire that was starting to die down.

He sighed, sliding off the hood and downing the last of his beer. Pulling open the drivers side door, Dean dropped into the seat and shut the door, eyes watching the fire to be sure it would burn out. His phone going off grabbed his attention.

>> Job done?

<< Heading back to the motel soon.

>> Good job, Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes at the small exchange with his father before letting his head fall back. He considered stopping at a bar first, seeing what he could pick up. It was his birthday after all, and he didn’t want to spend it feeling alone.

His phone went off again, and figuring it was his dad again, Dean flipped his phone open and clicked the button to open his texts. He froze. That wasn’t John. In fact Dean didn’t know who’s number that was until he read the message.

>> Happy birthday, Dean. Mom’s looking bright tonight, just for you.

Dean swallowed. Sam. He hadn’t heard from Sammy in almost three years. Dean’s eyes left his screen as he leaned forward and looked up at the sky through his windshield. His eyes scanning the stars that he could see and he chuckled. He had no idea which one he’d assigned to mom as a kid. Truth was, he never knew. He just picked a random star every time. So that’s what he did, he picked a random star and smiled.

<< Thanks for remembering, Sammy.

It took a minute, but an answer came.

>> Always, Dean. I’ll always remember.

Swiping at his eyes, Dean tucked his phone back into his pocket and turned the key in the ignition. As the engine roared to life, vibrating the car under him, Dean didn’t feel as alone anymore. Sam hadn’t forgotten about him, and he had his mom watching over him. Turning the wheel and hitting the gas, Dean pulled away and headed back towards the road that led away from here and back towards civilization.

“You okay?” Jess asked as Sam dropped into his seat at the table. “You want to talk about it?”

Sam gave her a soft smile. “I’m good. I’m better.” he promised, taking the shot she offered him. “Happy birthday, brother.” he muttered as he downed it.

“What?”

“Nothing.” he laughed. “Just talking to myself. Come on, pass me another.” he motioned to the cluster of shot glasses at the center of the table. One was slid his way, and this time, he held it out so others could knock theirs against his in a cheers before he downed it. He smiled feeling arms wrap around his waist as Jess pressed herself into his side.

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