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ciggylungz · 4 years

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Summer Bummer

y/n x harry pairing

summary- y/n and Harry are part of a cast of a reality show called ‘summer bummer’ that’s a uk version of the jersey shore and things are chaotic

(hoping if it’s received well it can become a series, tbh I’ve been rewatching jersey shore and I stan snooki and pauly’s friendship)

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The first thing that Y/n was hit with when she walked into the large mansion was booze, a giant whiff of it as she entered the doors trying not to react too much since the cameras were already following her around and she didn’t want to risk any horrid screenshots on twitter when the episode aired.

“woah, swear I could get wasted just smelling this place…” she giggled to herself as she made her way to the kitchen where she heard people who she assumed were her new roommates chatting.

“Oi! Hey love! Welcome.” The first person to welcome her was a tall tanned guy with a pretty strong posh-ish accent, big muscles and obvious over grooming, he seemed a bit full of himself just by how he looked. Y/n internally laughed as the guy hugged her calling him a ‘wanker’ in her brain.

“Hi! I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

“Tommy, here I’ll take your bags. Take a load off sweetheart, everyone’s cool don’t look so nervous.”

Y/n was in physical pain from how badly she wanted to roll her eyes at this kids cocky and terribly flirty aggression, he wasn’t her type at-fucking-all. He looked like a guy who would cat call her when she’s out buying groceries, a hard pass on that one.

But- she managed to hold back and focus her energy on the other people all mingling in the kitchen. She counted 7, seemed like 4 girls- herself included- and 3 guys which means there was one person left to show up since she was told by producers ahead of time there were 8 cast members in total.

She introduced herself to her fellow cast mates who she learned were named Mandy, Kaitlyn, Selena, Ryan, Casey and of course the dreaded Tommy who was now looming over her again, topping off her basically full cup of vodka and red bull without asking her, and giving her a wink that made her want to vomit from cringing so hard.

Finally, the door opened again revealing the final person, who had all eyes on him as he closed the door behind him and set his luggage down, giving everyone a smile and making his way over.

Y/n let herself slyly size the man up. He looked to be about 22, long hair with a nice body to it with some curls, green eyes, dimples- he was cute. Plus he was at least a foot taller than her which was always a plus, she has always had a thing for tall guys.

The man greeted everyone, introducing himself as ‘Harry’ and Y/n smiled as he ducked down to hug her and politely kiss her on the cheek as he greeted her, asking for her name making polite conversation with everyone while they tried their best to ignore the-what seemed to be- millions of cameras surrounding them. The crew had left the house for the time being but the house was covered in cameras in pretty much every corner, on every wall- even outside.

It was a bit unnerving to the girl, she wasn’t used to being on camera and she was a bit worried about if she looked alright. She was one of the youngest in the house, freshly 19- a year over legal drinking age in England and when she saw the ad for casting of a summer reality show, she thought ‘fuck it, im young and hot and I wanna get wasted. If someone wants to pay me to do it, all the better!’ and she took the risk, auditioning and thankfully getting her spot on the new show.

It was around 8 in the evening when everyone sat down for their first dinner together, opting to make a simple meal of pasta and some nice finger foods as well since they were going out to a club tonight and the last thing she wanted was to get sloppy drunk her first night and puke all over herself in front of her new roommates. She wanted to at least have a chance to make a good impression.

They all seemed to get along great, besides Tommy who was still creeping on Y/n trying to flirt and being a total tool even when she was just trying to enjoy her dinner, making conversation with everyone. She of course gave him nothing in return making it pretty obvious she wasn’t interested and seeing as this kid was such a cocky little bastard he seemed to get butthurt over her cold shoulder. He was used to getting any girl he wanted back home, since ‘apparently there they have no taste or standards’ is what she thought to herself as she finished off her food and helped the rest of the group wash up the dishes leaving the pouting man child to sulk at the table while everyone else ignored him.

“alright guys, I think we should all chill for a while then start getting ready to go to Headliners and we should leave at like 12 since clubs usually busiest from 1-5am and I’m not trying to have a lame night. Sound like a plan?” Selena cupped her hands around her mouth as she spoke to everyone making sure they all could hear her, getting approval from everyone before smiling and making her way to her room.

Y/n was sitting on her bedroom floor using the full-length mirror to do her hair and makeup as she sat in her robe, her dress and heels already picked out and laid on her twin sized bed. All the girls were chatting among themselves as they groomed themselves and glammed themselves up. They were fucking hot and they knew it, making sure to highlight their beauty with the clothes that would probably burst into flames if they were worn in a church and heels as high as they could handle.

The girls went into a frenzy rushing around when they heard Ryan yell up the stairs that they were leaving in 30 minutes, all of them scrambling to get the skin tight dresses onto their bodies making sure they sprayed themselves with some deodorant and perfume since they fully planned to fool around tonight and BO from dancing your ass off in a club isn’t exactly an aphrodisiac.

All of the guys heads turned towards the stairs as the girls rushed down them, their heels loud on the wooden steps making it sound like a heard of elephants was rushing through the house but they didn’t care.

“Christ…look fucking good girls.” Casey smiled at them as he looked each one from head to toe, licking over his lips a bit as he took them in. They looked like sin personified and what’s better than that?

“Right?” Selena laughed and turned towards Y/n and Kait “Kait looks fucking hot and Y/n looks so fucking good I’m questioning if I’m bisexual now” Selena was their hype woman, even on the first day of meeting she was ready with a mouthful of compliment word vomit to spew into their ears.

Everyone laughed at her comment, Y/n smiling and smacking her roomates ass as she walked towards the door , “Sel, if I don’t find a cute guy tonight you can bring me home instead” Y/n giggled a bit as she watched all the guys eyes blow up wide at the comment, getting a few ‘can I watch’ comments from some of them which just got them an eye roll and groan from the girls.

Everyone piled into the cabs that were waiting for them, all excited and already a little buzzed from the pre-gaming they did before and during dinner anxious to get to the club, all of them just wanting to dance and enjoy their first night of summer. And of course, get absolutely trashed,

And so the team of young adults did just that. They made a b-line to the bar as soon as they got let in all taking a round of shots together before moving to the dance floor sipping the cups of liquor they held in their hands as they grinded and danced on whoever was near them.

Y/n was pretty wasted as she stumbled towards her group of roommates again, making a grossed out noise when she saw Kaitlyn kissing Tommy, hearing a laugh from next to her as she turned to see Harry. “poor girl, I guess being drunk does make people seem more attractive.” He commented while eyeing the younger girl getting a slight disgusted shiver from her as she thought about the guy. “he’s such a tool, I almost wanna stop her. He’s a total wanker, wouldn’t leave me alone and then pouted like a child when I wouldn’t flirt back at him. He’s got no chance, doesn’t matter how many of these I’ve had. I promise you that one.” She held her now empty cup in the air as she said it, giggling like crazy at her own words getting a lazy drunk smile from the man who joined her in the laughter.

He went to the bar with her to get both of them another refill on their drinks of choice, Y/n’s being a screwdriver and his being a rum and coke. They were both pretty wasted, but they were having fun and that’s what it was all about, plus she was almost chest to chest with the hottest guy she’s seen in a long time, in the middle of the club as they both are crammed into a corner trying to talk to each other a bit.

“Where you from love?” Harry asked her as he took another swig of his drink, looking down at the girl that he swears he’s torn between scooping her up like a baby and cuddling like a teddy bear and fucking her hard against the wall till she’s begging him to stop. She’s adorable, yet she’s just so goddamn sexy.

“Up in North London, how about you?”

“originally Holmes Chapel but live in Central London now.” He gave a smile to the girl and she returned it

“ahh London, maybe if I decide I like ya’ enough we can meet up after summer since we’re not too far from each other.” She offered with a playful poke to his stomach getting a smirk in return as he leaned down a bit to be a little closer to the girls face

“maybe we can, cmon wanna dance with me?” he held his hand out to the girl who took it, following him into the sea of people all grinding against each other to the blaring music, and Y/n wasted no time in doing the same.

Her back was to his chest as she danced on him, her heels putting her at perfect level for her ass to grind right on his crotch. They were like horny kids dirty dancing on each other, Y/n was having the fun she came here for and well, Harry was too.

When Y/n spun around in his arms she was pushed chest to chest with him by another couple who were dancing, nudging into her a bit seeing as the floor was packed with people. Harry of course took the opportunity to smoothly wrap his arm around her waist leaning down to look into her dilated pupils giving her a smirk that she gave right back to him before he leaned down to talk in her ear

“you got no idea how badly I wanna fuck your brains out right now darlin’, but I’m a gentlemen. Can’t do anything like that with a drunk girl, at least till I talk to the sober version about it first.” Harry talked in a deep voice right into her ear getting a shutter from her as her body tingled at the tone. When he pulled back he was met with a adorable pout on her pretty lips letting out a chuckle himself at her rather dramatic expression.

“that’s not fairrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, you’re so hot! And you wanna fuck me but now you’re being a tease!” she gave him her best puppy dog eyes but he just shook his head with a smile tugging on his lips, he was firm on his rule. He never wanted to hurt a girl, well unless they liked it but right now Y/n was in no state to truly decide that. Her body was swaying from how wasted she was, and he could tell by the slow speech she wouldn’t pass a basic sobriety test let alone be able to fully consent to having sex with him.

“Not tonight, maybe next time sweetheart.”

“Can we at least kiss? Snuggle?” she tugged on the collar of his shirt a little giving him her best pouty face and he couldn’t help but smile down at her giving her a nod.

“I’ll go for snuggles and kisses, but that’s all for tonight little girl.” He pointed his finger in her face jokingly scolding her getting a gentle bite on the tip of that finger before she pulled him down to kiss her.

It was 25 past 4 in the morning when the group of housemates stumbled their way out of the club, all completely wasted and some even having a plus one this cab ride, and Harry didn’t mind one bit as Y/n held onto him like a little lost puppy keeping a hold on his shirt sleeve the entire way home stealing kisses from him every so often.

“I’m taking the extra room tonight guys, me and my girl need some privacy.” Casey managed to slur out as the random girl-who was equally as wasted as him- tugged him towards the extra bedroom with the only full sized bed in it. Everyone besides Harry was completely fine hooking up with randoms while completely wasted, but he didn’t wanna do that to Y/n and he knew it would be wrong of him when she’s a bit drunker than he is. She was a smiley mess as she held onto the wall for support looking back at Harry who kept his hand on her lower back to keep her from falling.

“Both my roommates are getting dick right now and yours is in the guest room, and what am I getting? No penis, not even a little bit! How rude mister Harry!” she put her hands on her hips and he laughed

“ ‘m sorry, can’t offer my services up when you couldn’t even remember how to spell your own name back in the taxi love. I promised snuggles and kisses as a compromise though, did I not?” he tilted his head a bit and looked down at her raising an eyebrow as he reminded her, which didn’t help her libido since first he called her ‘little girl’ and now he’s being all stern, the guy was killing her here!

“yea yea, both my roommates are in there though, who do you share a room with?”

“just Casey, so it’ll just be us in there its only a two bed one, Ryan and Tommy share the other one.”

“Yuck, I feel bad for whatever girl Tommy is about to bang. I can tell by his attitude he has a small dick and he finishes first. I bet he even has cooties!”

She was a babbling mess as he walked her down the hall to his room, sitting her on his twin bed that’s against the farthest wall right under the window.

“He probably does have cooties, here put these on I’m gonna go take a leak and change myself.”

The older man handed Y/n one of his shirts and a pair of his boxer before grabbing his own change of clothes, helping her tug her heels off before he left her to change while he relieved himself and got ready for bed himself.

When he came back she was putting her hair into a messy bun, mumbling to herself about how bad the knots are gonna be tomorrow.

“bed time, ironically the suns about to come up but lets pretend it’s still night time.” His voice was deep and slow from his sleepiness and the booze as he spoke, getting her to scoot over so she’s on the inside of the bed, back against the pillow he had leaning against the wall so she’s more comfortable and he slid in next to her laying on his side to give her the last few kisses of the night, nibbling on her bottom lip a bit before pulling away laying on his back letting her tuck herself into his side.

‘yea’- he thinks- ‘this summers gonna be fun’

#harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles au #harry styles writing #harry styles series #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb #harry styles concep #harry styles smut #older!harry #younger!yn

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angellissy · 4 years

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save the turtles

Based on this request by my fellow raging bisexual and chef @myjjbaby : Hi. For us raging bisexuals could you do a kiara x girl? Literally let your mind just run with it cause im down :)) Kiara Carrera x Girl reader Warnings: teeth rotting fluff and kissing A/N: SO HAPPY WITH THIS ONE, I love it. It feels so wholesome and ahhh so happy. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Big thanks to @myjjbaby for helping me with this concept <3 You knocked hard on the white door, it seemed to look newer and fresher every time you came around. Yours was the opposite, your whole house was the epitome of work in progress. Except for the fact that there hadn’t been any progress since you and your older brother were little. Your dad was to busy drinking away all the hours to even care about the fact that the front door was falling off. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like either you or JJ spent much time there unless you had too. “y/n, how nice to see you.” You were pulled out of your thoughts as your girlfriend’s mom opened the door, wearing a big smile and a sunhat. No doubt had she been out in the garden until recently. There was that one time when Mrs. Carrera had forced both you and Kiara to plant flowers with her out in the burning sun, resulting in the two of you passing out on the bed for hours. “Hi Mrs. Carrera, how are you?” She gestured for you to come inside, so you did. You couldn’t help the feeling of shame that arose whenever your worn-out converse stood on their clean oak floor. “Fine, but what are you doing out this late honey?” “Oh you know, just stuff.” You shuffled on your feet, giving her a small smile. Nothing had happened, but you were just tired of hanging out at the chateau with three boys that shared one brain cell. You glanced at the staircase behind her, hoping to hear the sound of steps running down. Mrs. Carrera gave you a knowing smile “She’s down at the beach, something about saving turtles, you know the drill.” You nodded as a big grin made its way onto your face, of course, she was saving baby turtles. “Before you go running down please bring this with you, I doubt you will be up here anytime soon.” She said while handing you a backpack filled with sandwiches and sodas, your mouth watered at the sight. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until now. You blurted out a quick thank you before sprinting down to the beach, even more excited now that you had food. You only stopped running when you reached the sand, you quickly threw off your shoes and let out a content sigh as your feet touched the soft surface. If nothing else, this felt like home. You squinted as you looked at the beach, the illuminating light from the sunset prevented you from seeing almost anything. You walked a bit further and after that, it didn’t take long before the soft tones of her voice reached your ears. She was humming on a song, you couldn’t quite figure out which one it was. But with every new word she sang, your heartbeat quickened ever so slightly. You walked towards the sound of her voice and soon found her sitting on her bare knees in the sand. Her brown eyes were glued on the small creatures in front of her, watching them like a hawk. “Come here often?” You asked with a small grin as you sat the backpack down on the sand. Kiara’s body jolted and she looked up at you with big eyes while holding a hand to her heart.”Fuck me.” She yelled. “Gladly, but I thought we were here to save turtles.” She rolled her eyes at you and then held out her hand. Your fingers intertwined with hers as you sat down beside her, thighs touching. “How did you know that I was here?” You gestured to the backpack lying behind you and she let out a knowing hum. “So how is it going?” You nodded towards the small turtles trudging forward in front of you. She rested her head on your shoulder, her brown curls got all up in your face but you didn’t mind, besides you enjoyed the smell of her coconut conditioner. “So far I have only needed to scare away like two seagulls, which is good.” She paused to look up in the sky, but there was no bird’s insight, which was very uncommon but not unwelcome. “Did you know that only one in thousand baby turtles survive to adulthood? It’s because of all the dangers in the sea, it’s not only birds we have to watch out for. It’s fish too, those can be dangerous creatures.” Kiara narrowed her eyes at the sea, wishing she could just chase away all those predators. “Also due to climate change, the sand might get warmer which might lead to an increase in female baby turtles rather than male, and that’s.- Are you even listening?” She removed her head from your shoulder and turned to look at you. “Yes!” You exclaimed holding your hands up in front of you in defense, but she just narrowed her brown eyes at you. “Then what did I say?” “You, you said that the sea is getting warmer which will mean more male turtles.” She let out a groan and put her face in her hands. “You know sometimes you’re just like your brother.” You let out a loud gasp and pretended to vomit “Don’t ever compare me to that idiot again.” “You’re literally wearing his clothes right now, his red cap and all.” She laughed, her hands reached out to remove the cap from your head, situating it over her curls. “Well, I’m broke so you know, besides they’re comfy.” “You know I’ll give you money for clothes if you need them.” She said with a small frown, but you just shook your head at her. “I’m fine baby, don’t worry.” You put your hands on either side of her face, bringing her closer to you. Her nose was touching yours and a small smile was playing on her lips. Her cheeks got warmer by the second under your touch, and that boosted your confidence into the sky. “Am I making you nervous?” You breathed, causing her to slightly bite her lip. “Stop being a cocky shit and just kiss me.” She whispered before attaching her lips to yours. The taste of her strawberry chapstick mixed together with your watermelon one, you both tasted like summer. Her hands traveled over your back and soon found their way under your shirt, tracing circles on your bare skin. Causing shivers to run down your spine. “Who’s nervous now?” She whispered against your lips. You were just about to say something when she let out a small gasp and turned away from you. “Look they are going forward again.” A small sigh left your lips at the loss of her warm hands against your back. “Were you looking at the turtles while we were making out?” She gave you a cheeky grin and just shrugged her shoulders. “It’s my duty to keep an eye on them.” and it was your duty to keep her company while she saved turtles, even when your whole body ached after hers.

#kiara carrera #obx kiara #kiara x reader #kiara carrera imagines #kiara carrera x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks #outer banks x reader

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fan-clan-fun · 5 years

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Tigerclaw

first off, thank you for reviewing Sycamore!! :D also thank you for viewing my suffix system for marshclan, but now I feel bad since I think I’m just gonna stick with ailuronymy’s system, but add a few more suffixes?? lol I am so sorry.

Hey, you do you! Whatever choice you wanna make, at least I can maybe inspire others with ideas after discussing them. And Im always glad to get character reviews, so keep them coming!

I have another character set in the same universe as her, and I’m excited about him but also looking for feedback most notably on his history? any feedback you can give is appreciated.

also this got kind of long, so i’m sending in just info on tiger first, and then i’ll send in his fam later.

Name: Tigerclaw (named after the tiger moth)

Nice, Im glad you found a way to keep Tiger as a prefix without having to worry about coming up with some reason they know about the large feline. And also nice, a reworking of Tigerclaw as a name, a reclaiming as it were.

Previous names: Tigerpaw, Tigerkit

Age: 60 moons

Appearance: Tigerclaw is a tortoiseshell ticked tabby tom with orange eyes and mid grade white spotting. His general build is substantial, which especially sticks out among the sleeker, smaller MarshClan cats. He has long fur which easily repels water and his tail is his most striking feature; long, plumed and fluffy. Underneath his fur are many scars, some long ago faded. He’s built of muscle and has strong legs. His eyes are faded, almost dull orange color and deep set in his face. His left eye is blind, and his ears are tattered, which give him fairly bad hearing, much to his dismay. His nose is freckled, taking after his birth mother, Peachcloud.

I am curious about the choice to do a ticked tabby with a name like Tiger, although perhaps the pictures I looked up of the Tiger Moth weren’t the right ones? Not that that is a big deal, in fact thats up to your interpretation. I do appreciate his age (which isnt old old but very few people make cats past like 40 moons at most), and his scars. I love scarred functional warriors.

Personality: Tigerclaw is a charming individual, his voice is quiet yet warm and rich which draws others to him. Among his friends, family and fellow Clanmates, he’s known for his stalwart attitude, protectiveness (some would say he’s a bit overprotective at times) and perhaps most well known is his excellent fighting abilities (he is also great at strategic retreating). In battle, he has no need to taunt or tease his foes he wants to get right down to it and fight. This has made him both very popular and has gained him many enemies outside his home Clan and while he’s somewhat flattered, gone are the days where he would soak up the praise (or envy) like plants after rain. Now, he’ll simply say a quiet “thank you” and be on his way. He’s aloof with strangers because while he can make friendly small-talk at a Gathering, don’t expect him to stick around for long or engage in pointless gossip. He absolutely despises kittypets, while loners and rogues get a bit of grudging respect from him, but not much.

Tigerclaw values honesty and practicality. If he can smell, see, taste, hear or touch something, then that’s all he needs. He much prefers the living world to the theorized afterlife and his biggest fear is of the unknown, and by extension, he’s not very religious. While he will participate in morning prayers and such, he doesn’t care much for Starclan and leaves that to the leader and the seers. Tigerclaw wholeheartedly believes in justice and the one thing he can’t stand are liars, hypocrites and abuse of power. He absolutely despises kittypets, while loners and rogues get a bit of grudging respect from him, but not much.

Among younger cats, he’s patient and calm, willing to take things at one’s own pace and will go over the lesson material as many times as one needs. That being said, while he enjoys training apprentices, he doesn’t care for kits very much; they make him nervous.

This guy is fascinating! He really sounds like a solid dependable -claw, not necessarily a dumb jock but a well-rounded fighter. I am amused by his practical down to earth approach and how that translates to his faith in Starclan. It almost seems like his belief is more based on cultural conformity than true belief. Im also interested in the fact that he feels uncomfortable around kits and yet he had two litters himself. Were they fostered by another queen? Did he raise them?

Clan: MarshClan

Rank: Warrior

Extra:

Kits, Starclan, romance and the unknown make him nervous.

Has four kits, each by different toms. Stormheart and Lightningclaw were his first litter, second was Firewhisker and Cinderstream.

He carries for cinnamon, classic tabby, and solid.

Tigerclaw is bisexual! He prefers toms, though.

While he’d like a mate, he often gets too focused on his duties to bother with romance. Besides, he always ends up making a fool of himself anyway, so why bother is his thinking.

Aww poor guy... its always sad to have bad luck in love.

He’s trained three apprentices, and is currently on his fourth, a small lilac molly named Ivypaw. She’s more on the timid side, so they’re taking the training slow and so far it’s going well.

He sounds like a lovely guy! Id like to hear a little more about his past, about his kits and their relationship.

Thanks for sending him in, I enjoyed reading it!

#warrior cats #non-canon clans #warriors OC #submission

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ppandfm · 7 years

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Parties, Formal Meetings and Pinetrees Chapter: 4

Description: Two gay men, a protective grunkle, and a bottle of whiskey all appear in this chapter.

After Dipper called out to whoever was at his room door it opened revealing a certain great-uncle of theirs. Ford standing there nerdy and proud with a grin on his face as he put his suitcases down by the room doorway. Dipper about forgot that their great-uncle was going to be staying for a few days to visit. Mabel about tackled him though with one of her bear hugs.

“Great-Uncle Ford!!” Mabel practically cried out when she tackle hugged him. “Oh my gosh it’s so good to see you!”

Ford laughed as he hugged his niece, “It’s great to see you as well, Mabel! How did that sweater you were telling me about turn out?”

“It looked amazing, Great Uncle Ford. I wish I could’ve shown it to you in person, but I gave it to my friend Pacifica.”

“You mean your crush, Mabes. Hey, Great Uncle Ford, how have you been?” Dipper said as he stood up to shake his relative’s hand. Ford took the hand and pulled him into a hug. His great uncle pulled away to look at his nephew and niece.

“I’ve been doing fine. Stan just got over a cold, though, so he wasn’t able to come. Now, what’s this about a crush, Mabel? I thought you were dating that Mermando guy.”

Mabel rolled her eyes, “First off, we went on one date. Second, it turned out he’s supposed to marry some duchess in Europe, so we decided to just be friends. Finally, Pacifica is a good friend of mine and she’s really pretty and I feel really warm inside when I think about her and I’m kinda sorta not really totally in love with her.”

Dipper and Ford chuckled together at the girl’s lovesick look. Mabel shook her head and grabbed her great uncle’s bags, “Anyway, I’m gonna put these in your room so you can talk to Dipper. He needs some advice about coming out. You’ll thank me for this later, bye!”

Dipper cursed his sister under his breath and sat down on the bed. He felt a dip next to him and a six-fingered hand on his back. The room was silent for a few minutes before Ford spoke, “So you are queer. I guess I owe Stan ten dollars. But, what’s this about coming out? I thought your parents weren’t really okay with all this queer business.”

“It’s just a joke Mabel made. Also, I can’t believe you and Stan bet on my own gayness behind my back. I’m not really gay. I still like girls. I mean, all that business with Wendy wouldn’t really make sense if I were gay, would it? So, no, not gay. But, maybe I’m a little bisexual. I don’t know.”

Ford rubbed for a moment, then asked a question, “Why is she bringing all this up now? It doesn’t really make sense unless you’ve just now met someone.”

“Well…” Dipper trailed off. Ford cocked an eyebrow at his nephew, “Have you met someone, Dipper?”

Dipper blushed slightly and cleared his throat, “Well, yeah, kinda. But, not in that way.”

Ford chuckled and looked at his hands, “I said the same thing once. Then he asked me on a date. I still remember how heartbroken he looked when I rejected him. By the time I’d figured it out, he was already married and had a son. Point is, you ought to kiss your new man now.”

Dipper’s blush worsened just as his phone buzzed. Ford snatched it up before his nephew could get to it and looked at the screen, “Based on this text, this fellow you’ve met is a decent man. Tell me when you’re thinking about asking him on a date so Mabel and I can properly prepare ourselves to give him the talk.”

“Great Uncle Ford, I’m not like that,” Dipper said before taking his phone back and reading the text.

Ash: Hey, hope you’re having a good night.

“Wendy is Ash in my phone. It’s a movie reference.”

“Whatever you say sir dippington.” Mabel quipped as she wriggled her eyebrows earning a glare from Dipper. “Okay okay but what about Bill? Wait, is that his name?”

Dipper shifted in his spot.

“Mabel- he’s just a friend-” Mabel chimed in. “A boyfriend.”

“Mabel oh my god” Dipper about facepalmed when Ford quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay- okay jesus. So I only met him a few nights ago and he gave me his number. We’ve been texting. I was only trying to figure out- figure out-” Dipper trailed off. Specifically he didn’t want them to know the other just snuck into his room because of a party he called the cops on. Not a good idea.

“Figure out what?” Dipper was taken out of his trailing thoughts. “Trying to just y’know get to know him.”

“That’s not what I was seeing before Dipper” Mabel grinned.

“Mabel, I’m not going to date him because I’m not a queer. You might be and Ford might be ace, but that doesn’t mean I’m gay too.”

“But I am not just asexual,” Ford chimed in. Dipper rolled his eyes as Mabel stood up and said dramatically, “You’re not?

“No, my dearest niece. I am biromantic!!” Their overdramatic uncle shouted. Mabel fake fainted. Dipper face palmed at the horrible things happening in his room. When his uncle and sister began laughing their asses off, he got up and pushed them towards the door. The two continued laughing as they left the bedroom. Dipper huffed and sat down to do homework because that’s a thing he’s been trying to do for like an hour now.

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, a certain triangle turned human was chugging diet coke and popping mentos into his mouth at the same time to impress a random guy he thought was cute. Weirdly enough, this guy looked almost exactly like a certain plant man he knew.

“Bill, you’re fucking stupid. This is going to end in disaster,” Pyronica said. Bill flipped her off as foam began rushing out of his mouth in a disgusting way. The guy he was trying to impress gave him a look and moved away. Pyronica laughed at her friend as he almost choked on all the foam, “He’s gone, man. I guess you’ll just have to make a stupid mistake and call that kid you met the other day.”

As soon as Bill caught his breath, he shot a glare at her, “Are you kidding me? I’m not nearly drunk enough for that. Hand me a vodka, then I might call him.”

Without a word, Pacifire handed him the requested drink. The triangle guy pulled out his phone and began pouring the drink down his throat.

Bill: Dippppppppahhhhhhhh

Dipper: Wtf

What do you want?

Bill: To tallllkkkbdhhch

Dipper: Tf is wrong with you?

Why are you typing all weird?

Bill: Vvodka

Dipper: I can’t believe you. Go get sober, then talk to me.

Bill: N o

Oooooo

Oooooooo

He looked around himself and realized all his friends were gone. He was surrounded by strangers, with a few of them looking like they wanted to kick someone’s ass. Bill quickly decided he didn’t want to be that someone. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and got the fuck out of there. Once in the cool evening air, he started texting Pinetree again.

Bill: Hahhhhhhhhh

Cant socialize

I donvt wanna get sobbah

Dipper: Please? For me?

Bill: Ppppinnnneeevvtrreeee

Dipper: Wtf is even up with that nickname?

Bill looked up, noticing a lack of natural light. The sun had gone down and the streets were dark, save for the few working streetlights. He quickly decided that since it was too far to walk to his own home, he’d go crash at Dipper’s again. He turned on the street leading to the Richie part of town and picked up his pace.

Bill: Because your fvannel smells like pinetrees

Dipper: That’s where my fucking flannel went.

You jackass

Bill: You didn’t objeext

Dipper: Fuck u

I was busy trying to get you out of my room for half the night.

The man laughed out loud. He took a gulp of whiskey, loving the burn in his throat.

Bill: Hhshshshhshshhs

Youuuuuuuu

Didn’t ttttt

Noticeeessssssssss

Dipper: I’m blocking you

Bill finally reached his destination and jumped the fence as quietly as his drunk ass could. He started climbing a tree he thought led to Dipper’s window, but too late realised the room belonged to someone else. Instead, an older man was sitting on the bed, talking to someone on the phone. He seemed oddly familiar to the triangle man, but Bill couldn’t put his finger on it. A twig snapped underneath his foot and the man stopped talking. Bill scampered up the tree and climbed onto the roof. He pulled his phone out again to reply to his Pinetree’s texts.

Bill: nnnnOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Dipper: I won’t if you don’t climb in my window again. My uncle is here now and he’ll

actually beat the shit out of you.

Bill: Okkkkkkaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyy

Wwwaaiittt who ddau

Dipper: My Great Uncle Ford.

He lives up in Oregon and is pretty much the reason for my lifestyle.

Bill froze in his spot when he heard the window below him open. He could do nothing but stare at his phone screen. As the window closed again, Bill suddenly realised something.

Bill: Wwait

Wait wait wait

Hold the phonbah

Dipper: What?

Bill: He got six fingwts oon esch hanndd?

Dipper: Yeah?

Bill clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from getting too loud. Sixer had almost caught him. And this freaking kid was that man’s nephew.

Bill: you mean

SIXER

You’re relatedddd

SIXER

Dipper: How the fuck do you know my uncle?

Bill: I know

LOTS

Of people

And lost of things.

Dipper: Okay

That’s not creepy as fuck

Bill: I know them usually through deals, business, parties or just running into them in

the past and all that xhit

Sixerrr

That’s a longfgg

Story

Dipper: Maybe you can tell it to me sometime

Bill: Maybe now

Im already on your vroff

Sooooo

Dipper: How the fuck…

I don’t care

Just get in here

Bill: Life

That’s how

nO YOU SHOULD

I fought a bIGGASSBIRD

tO SIT UP HERE

He couldn’t tell the truth about almost getting caught. A little lie wouldn’t hurt him.

Dipper: How am I supposed to get on my roof?

How dod you get on my roof?

*did

Bill: IiiiIIII

Lend you a hannddd

I used your biggass tree

Dipper: The oak tree?

Just give me a hand.

Bill: Ye

Okayyyyy

Bill shoved his phone in his pocket and carefully moved so he could see the back side of the house. A window to his right opened and a head of brown hair poked out. A chuckle escaped the drunk man as he moved so he was over the window. The kid began climbing out. Then, he slipped. Bill reached down easily and caught the kid before he fell. He dragged him onto his lap.

“Pinetree, I missed you.”

The kid scoffed, but gave Bill a hug anyway, “It’s been less than a week, Bill. Let me go.”

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that. I know you missed me too, kid,” Bill whispered into Dipper’s ear. Dipper’s breath hitched slightly. He pushed on Bill’s chest and let out a sigh when he was released. The duo sat together and looked up at the sky for a few awkward moments. Then, Bill realised he still had the bottle of whiskey in his grip.

“Hey, kid, want a drink?”

Dipper eyed the bottle suspiciously, but nodded anyway. Bill handed him the bottle and the kid took a swig. He coughed after swallowing it, “God- fuck- that shit is strong-”

Dipper cringed a little after handing the drink back. Bill snorted when he cringed, taking another swig of his drink waving his hand around for a moment after trying not to fall on his back. “Don’t laugh- how the hell do you even drink this stuff?”

Bill chuckled, “That’s my secret kid.”

“Bullshit” Dipper snorted. “The best bullshit I’ve ever heard was the time a guy I know named Jason talked about sleeping with his best friends girlfriend. And that was a harsh punch to his friendship before he realized it was a shitty joke.”

“Oh yeah?” Bill looked at the brunette and quirked an eyebrow. “The best bullshit I heard was when Johnny DiMaggio and his boys down the road from my house got high and crashed a car in the police station and managed to get away from it with his boys. The trio doesn’t even smoke weed and you can tell.”

Dipper waved it off with a snort but covered his mouth. “Oh my god why am I even laughing-”

Dipper motioned for the whiskey and Bill gave him the bottle.

Bill elbowed the other wriggling his eyebrows with a chuckle. “What? You feeling them Misery vibes Richie’? I find it kind of funny that a good boy like you would even want a drink.”

Dipper about choked on the whiskey before handing it back quickly to the drunk blonde. “Christ- don’t ever call me a good boy again jesus-”

Bill laughed, “Does that mean you’ve done something naughty, Pinetree? I wonder what you’ve done to piss off authority figures.”

“I stole my sister’s ex-boyfriend’s car and crashed it into a tree. It put me in the hospital with two broken ribs and a concussion for a week. It was so worth it, though. That guy’s a major asshole.”

Bill about choked on his drink. He looked over at Dipper in surprise. “Holy fuck really?”

The blonde covered his mouth snorting at the other. “Oh my god.”

Dipper smiled, then looked up at the cloudy night sky. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, passing the bottle and looking at the stars. Bill eventually whispered, “What do you think when you look at the stars, Pinetree?’

Dipper thought for a moment before answering, “I think about home. The night sky makes me feel at home.”

Bill chuckled at his friend’s response, “That’s so cheesy.”

The teen scoffed, “Really? And what does the great Bill Cipher think when he looks at the stars?”

“How small we really are. Compared to the universe, we’re just two tiny little specks.”

“Isn’t that good? I mean, look around you. We’re all a part of something. Whatever universal force is out there, it specifically made this entire universe so we could be alive and be on this roof right now. Isn’t that amazing, Bill?”

Bill stared at Dipper for a few moments, then took a sip of whiskey, “Do you always think this deeply, kid?”

“No, not usually. I think the whiskey is starting to get to me. I’m gonna have to be careful getting back down.”

Bill chuckled, “You’re so adorable, kid. I’ll help you out and probably stay the night again. I promise to leave before morning.”

Dipper stared at Bill, then began laughing, “You think I want you to leave? No way, Cipher. You can stay all morning for all I care. I don’t give a damn.”

“Really? You sure about that, Dipper?” Bill asked, one eyebrow cocked. Dipper simply nodded. “Yeah I mean it’s not like you haven’t before.”

The brunette stated as he looked at the stars above them. “So why the hell not?”

Bill gave Dipper a long look before grinning drunk pinetree was full of surprises. Bill leaned over and ruffled the brunettes hair. “Alrighty then Pinetree~!”

The blonde snorted when Dipper moved the blonde’s hand from his hair with a glare.

“Bill don’t do that again-”

The blonde pouted, “Awh but Pinetree!” Bill whined in which Dipper snorted.

“Nope. Not again.” Bill laid back with a small whine and stared up at the stars.

“Okay Princess” The blonde huffed. After a few hours of laughter, tired gazes upon the stars above and talking about trippy things. The two lazily and carefully made their way back into Dippers room settling for the night.

#parties formal meetings and pinetrees #chapter 4 #billdip

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