A/N: Secret Santa for @irl-alcor! Prompt: Bentley, Dipper, Torako in a pillow fort, drinking hot cocoa.
When Bentley woke up, he felt only
slightly less exhausted than he had when crying himself to sleep in Torako’s
arms. His eyes ached, but at least the jumping, gut-turning fear that had
crawled up from his stomach to strangle his heart at the sight of…of…of Dipper’s
stomach—at least that fear was gone, weighed down by sleepiness.He blinked his eyes open from his
position curled around his favorite body-sized pillow. He’d been squeezing it
tightly, and so he relaxed his fingers and rubbed his cheek against the soft,
fuzzy surface twice. It was lit by blue, and Ben wondered for a moment if they’d
pulled out one of his old glass animal nightlights. He blinked again, and then
realized that the direction of the light source was all wrong—it was coming from
above, wasn’t making dark enough shadows to just be one. With more confusion
than exhaustion than fear, Bentley rolled onto his back and looked up.There, on the underside of what he
recognized as two of their darkest sheets for his bed (and was that Torako’s
seafood-patterned one in the corner?) were hundreds, thousands of tiny little
blue lights, flickering like pinpricks
of flame, like the thousands of glitter crystals on his third-favorite
headband. Bentley blinked and further released his hold on the body pillow next
to him.“What the…”
Cocoa
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