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True Compatibility: Chapter 3

Rating: General Audience (may be upped in the future)
Word Count: 4482
Written by: syl-writes-stuff
Summary: Dipper Pines and his twin have been vampires for 110 years, ever since a mysterious rogue illegally turned them amidst the chaos of an earthquake, and finally have their footing within the human world. They’re both successful in their current fields, comfortable in the city they’ve settled in, and have at least fifteen years before anyone really notices that the two twenty-five year olds haven’t aged a day.

But when a bite to eat turns out to be something much, much more, Dipper finds himself knocked right off balance again. Wirt’s really, seriously cute and his brother’s cool and did he mention that the guy was cute? Toss in a murderous rogue vampire terrorizing the humans in their city and he has his hands full between trying to keep Wirt safe and keeping his vampiric identity a secret. One of those balls is bound to get bobbled, right? Dipper certainly hopes not.

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Chapter 3

“The rice is boiling over.”

“Hm? Oh! Oh my gosh!” Wirt scrambled to turn the heat down, blowing on the foam to settle the pot enough to safely stir. Luckily nothing had clung to the bottom during his distraction. You couldn’t have burrito bowls without rice.

Greg watched him, tapping his pencil against his Algebra II book. “Did you hear what I said about the concert?”

“Concert?” Wirt stirred the rice, lifting the pot off the heat. “Who’s playing?”

“Me.”

Wirt blinked, looking over his shoulder. “For…”

“School. Jazz band?” Greg leaned back, incredulous. Wirt was normally the one who paid the most attention to his ramblings, especially if he had something exciting going on. “Any of this ringing any bells?”

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[2/10 current celebrity crushes]: Ashley Frangipane aka Halsey

I fucking hate it, the idea that something like that would be trivialized down to a fucking hashtag. I mean, there’s a ton of biphobia — people refuse to accept bisexuality as an actual sexuality. And I’m biracial, but also white-passing, which is a unique perspective. So these kids say, like, “Oh, fucking tri-bi Halsey! She’ll never miss an opportunity to talk about it!” I want to sit them down like a mom and go, “Six months ago you were begging for an artist that would talk about this shit! But then I do, and you say, ‘Oh, not her. Someone else.