So I noticed that there were no M rated otgw fics, which I can understand for multiple reasons, you guys wanna keep the fandom pure as a lamb! Well fuck that, I've ruined too many children's cartoons to stop now. So here you have it! This is WirtxBea because Beatrice is a badass and I have a crush on sara already so Wirt can't have her sorry(imsecretlyjason). I'm not a fan of including a lot of crude language in my writing but there will be some occasions, and no, I would never rate a story M without having lemon, so yes lots of fluffy lemony goodness. Anyway all characters belong to their respectful creator and producers. Enjoy!
F.
It's been about a month since Wirt and Greg came back from over the graveyard wall.
Greg seemed to take the entire experience in stride, not wondering for a second how they spent days and nights exploring an entirely different dimension, and then coming back to their life as if only hours had passed.
He did talk about it a whole lot though, causing other kids to tease or avoid him more than they already had been, but Greg had an admirable confidence and he was, essentially, his own best friend. Wirt would try to tell him to keep quiet about it, but he never would, and Wirt would also get flack from his own friends about 'hindering his imaginative spirit'.
Little did they know that every time Greg brought up those past events, his fragile mind would over think every single detail of the journey, causing him to be constantly distracted, as well as develop a form of insomnia. Wirt has been trying to find some way to get that nightmare out from his head.
This brought on the constant hanging out with Sara. She would usually come over to his home about four to five times a week, causing Wirt to rush himself cleaning up all the scattered papers and cassettes, containing poems and songs of her appearance and extremely lax personality.
He was drowning in infatuation that was pitifully obvious to everyone but her, and it killed him. She was completely cool headed about hanging out with Wirt so often, and was always so interested in the things Wirt would say, more than him himself. The way she was so casual was something Wirt loved about her, how she always had her own thing going for herself, and not for anyone else. He would die to be the person to get Sara flustered.
As much as Wirt respected the friendship they held, he'd wish for nothing more than to be with her romantically, and he direly needed to know if she felt the same.
He's been trying for two weeks to ask her out, but it always ended up in her misunderstanding as him asking to go out to get some food, then claiming to be hungry, causing Wirt to put the initial goal in the back of his mind once again to make sure she's satisfied. Or Sara would say 'yes' then call her friends to go out with them as well.
This time Wirt will be crystal clear, he felt that if he waited any longer he would combust.
Wirt had finished his shower, getting ready to go out with Sara again for the third time this week. He wiped his hand on his foggy mirror and looked himself straight in the eyes. 'Today is the day.' He thought to himself in a sigh, and then began to inspect his body. This just brought on a melancholic groan at his wiry physique.
He pulled on a beige cardigan over his usual button up shirt and suspenders. Since he felt a little more daring today, he opted to keep it the cardigan open as well as the two top buttons of his collar.
Sara was to meet Wirt by the school bleachers, so that they could head to the local cafe together.
Wirt was wringing his hands together, building up an unintentional sweat as he contemplated how the words should come out, then began to think of all the worst possible scenarios.
By the time Wirt reached his destination, his face was stained pink and he was shaking. This got even worse when he saw Sara leaning on the fence behind the bleachers wearing her usual wind breaker and leggings with shorts. Profound words and musical notes floated around his head making claims at the utter beauty that is Sara.
"Oh, Hey Wirt, you okay? You look a little out of it." Sara said smoothly as she made her way to Wirt's side.
"O-oh! Y-y-y-eah, I'm okay...Did I make you wait long?" He was looking everywhere else but her now.
"Only 10 minutes, I saw Greg running around here alone earlier, is that okay with your parents? I was a little worried but I didn't want to cause any trouble."
"Oh, Greg? Yeah...I mean my parents don't like the idea of him being alone, but he tends to have more fun than when he is with other kids his age, so I don't tell them. Besides, he knows now not to go too far without his big step-brother by his side!" Wirt made a meek, awkward laugh and a weak stab at his chest with his thumb at his attempt to seem responsible and manly.
Thankfully, Sara chuckled as well, more so at his stiff antics.
They were walking for about 20 minutes, taking their time as per Sara's request. Sara took the reins of the conversation, much to Wirt's relief. He loved hearing her talk. He hardly paid any attention to what she was saying, though, because he couldn't get over her taffy-like voice. He did catch a few things about her mentioning a new stray cat that's living with her now.
They finally made it to the cafe. Wirt stepped ahead of Sara, holding the door open for her, to which she jokingly curtsied and walked inside to her nose being assaulted with the fresh smell of coffee. Wirt followed in behind, seeing as Sara was already scoping for a table. Wirt was thankful she was distracted. He was beginning to get nauseous and dizzy from his nerves alone. His hair line was beginning to form beads of sweat, causing his baby-hairs to curl up slightly. This frustrated him to no end with the effort he took to do his hair this morning.
Sara pointed over to a small, secluded table by the cafe window. When Sara looked over to Wirt to see if he approved, he said yes but she was taken aback with how sickly he looked all of a sudden.
"Uhm, hey Wirt? You don't look so hot. If you want we can go outside somewhere to hang out instead?"
As much as Wirt wanted to get out of this tiny cafe, that was now making him claustrophobic, he couldn't do it. He wanted this to be perfect. 'I'm being pathetic...get a hold of yourself Wirt! No girl wants to date a nervous wreck..' Wirt took a deep breath.
"No, it's okay, Sara. I know you wanted to try some of the new spring teas they have here, s-so we can stay, don't worry about me ha-ha."
Sara smiled at him, and headed towards the table she picked.
When they were finally seated, Sara was looking over the menu and talking, more so to herself, about the different flavours and contemplating which one she should try. Wirt found it adorable how excited she got over tea. So adorable, he forgot to look for something for himself by time the waitress came by to take the orders.
The waitress came to take Sara's order first. That's when Wirt saw, and stared.
She was tall, with alabaster skin and bright, orange hair. Her face was dusted with freckles and her eyes held something familiar.
Wirt couldn't pin point what made him stare, but then she turned to him, and her face shifted into one of recognition. Wirt didn't know why, but he felt they knew each other. He can't remember ever meeting a girl that looked like her.
He shifted his gaze to the name tag fastened to her uniform shirt.
'Beatrice'
Wirt thought his eyes c ouldn't open any wider, but they did. His assumptions were confirmed when she spoke. She spoke with that exact same mature flowing voice that little blue bird had shocked into his system when she spoke.
"Ahem, uhm, yeah, what would you like? W-we have vanilla-caramel coffee on special today..."
"Uh...yeah I'll have that?" They couldn't peel their eyes off each other. Not until Beatrice has to retreat behind the counter at least.
"Oh, do you guys know each other? I haven't seen her around." Sara asked, purely out of curiosity.
"S-sorta...she's not from around here, I'm surprised to see her myself, actually."
Sara looked at Wirt with a slight smirk plastered on her lips.
"You like her." She exclaimed suddenly.
Wirt was about to have a panic attack. This is not what he wanted in the slightest.
"No! I don't like her, no no...you've got it wrong."
Sara simply laughed.
"Look how flustered you are, Wirt. You obviously like her."
'no no no this could not get any worse...I have to say it...now or never Wirt.'
He exhaled a shaky breath.
"Sara...I can't like her."
She looked up at him, slightly confused. He plucked up the courage to look up straight into her eyes.
"I like you...a lot."
"Oh, I like you too Wirt, we're friends, so it would only make se-"
"No, Sara...I want to date you...I want you to be my girlfriend. I've been trying so hard to get you to undertand..."
She was floored. Wirt couldn't read her expression at all.
"So this whole time...you've had feelings for me. This whole time I thought we had a strong friendship...you had ulterior motives."
'shit'
"Wirt, you were such a good friend to me. How could you be lying this whole time just to get me to date you? I really cherished what we had, and even after that you try to make me feel guilty for not understanding from the beginning? Wirt it's not my fault I want to have a friendship...I never thought of you that way and I wouldn't just assume you wanted to date me because you said nice things. I thought you were being nice because that's how friends are with each other...I guess I was wrong, huh?"
Tears started brimming her eyes. Wirt felt terrible. He looked down into his lap, feeling so incredibly guilty. Of course Wirt should have respected her more. He should have known she didn't want anything more than friendship.
'I'm sorry Sara. I should have paid more attention to the way you acted around me, rather than the way you looked. I'm sorry for just seeing you as a girl and not as a best friend. I'm sorry for being misogynistic trash and ruining this friendship.'
Wirt wish he was able to let those words fall from his lips, but his anxiety got the better of him. Seeing Sara become so emotional kept the lump in his throat, stopping him from speaking.
Sara looked down, then out the window, then turned her head towards the counter.
"I'll take my tea to go. I'll pay for it. See you around, Wirt." She then got up and left in a swift motion, leaving Wirt feeling smaller than he's ever felt. He couldn't bring himself to look up at her, so he rested his elbows on the small mahogany table, and planted his face into his palms.
Sara went to the counter and met Beatrice, asking her for her tea in a carry cup, and then paid and left without another word.
Beatrice found it odd, but assumed something bad must have happened between them when looking across the cafe at Wirt.
She grabbed his coffee and walked over hastily, all the while being careful not to spill the hot beverage.
Wirt still had his head in his hands, making him unable to see the goofy way Beatrice was making her way over trying to keep her balance. She got to his table and placed the coffee in front of him with a loud clink. To which then Wirt looked up. His eyes were bloodshot and his hands slightly damp.
Beatrice felt such pity. She wished she could sit and comfort the wimp, but her manager would have her head.
"Th-thanks...I almost forgot about the coffee. Also, what exactly are yo-"
"I finish my shift at 6, meet me here, at the entrance."
She then gave him a kind smile before rushing off to do her job.
Wirt looked down at the coffee, realizing it was in a to-go cup as well. Thanks Beatrice..
Wirt didn't take his time making it home. He rushed, thankful the coffee cup had a lid.
As soon as he was about to open the front door, Greg pulled it open from the inside, causing Wirt to trip and crash into his little brother.
That lid flew right off, and coffee spilled all over the both of them.
"Well GREAT...sigh..." Wirt looked down at Greg, his patience wearing thin already.
"Woah! Hey Wirt! Look, I'm an adult's morning necessity!" Before Greg could even finish speaking, his pet frog began licking at the fragrant coffee from his hands.
"Jason Funderberker! Coffee is for grown-ups."
Wirt rolled his eyes and tugged on Greg's sleeve to bring him upstairs.
"Let's go get cleaned up, Greg."
"Okay! Bath time, bath time~."
Greg held onto Wirt's hand with his smaller, softer ones, as he waddled his way up, following his big brother.
Wirt opened the bathroom door and sat Greg on the toilet cover, helping him undress. When Wirt had all of his clothes piled on the counter, he knelt down by the bath tub and turned the water on, letting it get warm, then plugging the drain to let it fill up.
When the tub was filled half way, he turned off the tap and poured a gentle amount of bubble bath into the water. Wirt swished his hand around to make it lather.
"Okay Greg, you can go in. Please don't get water outside of the bath...I'll go wash our clothes in the meantime. Also, Greg...soap and water...okay?" Wirt looked to the boy for confirmation that he was listening.
"Uh huh!" He exclaimed as he was about to lift his pet frog in with him.
"No Jason Funderberker Greg, I've told you before!"
"Okay, brother." Greg still kept that adorable smile on his face as he placed his frog down on the toilet seat.
"Good. I'll be back later." At that, Wirt left the bathroom to start on cleaning.
Wirt was out in the backyard, clad in only his under shirt and boxers. All of his clothes for that week had been put in the laundry already, leaving him to do the chore with none left for himself.
He was hanging the damp clothes on the clothes line to dry, then finished and carried the wicker basket back inside before going upstairs to check on Greg.
When Wirt got upstairs, he let out a sigh of relief when there was barely any water on the tiles of the bathroom floor, and the frog was still sitting patiently on the toilet seat.
"Hey, Greg, are you almost done? I need to get in there too."
"Yeahh, but I can't reach my back." Greg made a silly pout towards Wirt. "Mom usually helps me out!"
Wirt sighed for what felt like the 50th time today, and knelt down beside the tub, grabbed his loofa that was floating in the soapy water, and gently pushed Greg to face the wall.
"What were you heading out for when I got home?" Wirt had asked quietly, while gently scrubbing small circles onto his back.
"Oh! Well, earlier today Jason Funderberker kept hippin' an hoppin' over to the graveyard, so I figured he wanted to go back over the wall! So I came home first to get some snacks in case we got hungry on the way."
Wirt finished and rinsed him off. "Greg you know you're not allowed back there..."
"But Wirt, I made a ton of friends over there! I bet they miss us, right, brother-o-mine?" Greg then attempted a wink, which resulted in an awkward long blink.
That's when Wirt remembered about his encounter earlier. He then panicked and checked his watch to make sure he wasn't late.
5:47 pm.
'Well shit...I don't have time to shower and I don't even have any clothes! What the hell am I going to do?!"
Wirt was panicking as he was getting Greg out the bath and into a fresh towel.
"Okay Greg, can you go and dress yourself? We have to hurry though okay?"
"Roger that!" Then he scampered off to find himself some clothes.
Wirt went outside again and yanked off a pair of pants, and a T-shirt. 'These shouldn't take too long to dry, right?' He then ran back inside and stole a hair dryer from his mother's bedroom vanity, and went back to his own room to place his clothes on his ironing board, and then turned on the hair dryer to full blast and began to dry his clothes with it.
Wirt kept looking from his clothes to his watch, he had about 5 minutes left to get dressed and get to the cafe, not to mention clean off the stickiness on his face and chest from the coffee.
It was 6:05. Wirt had cleaned himself off and got the majority of his clothes to dry, albeit a few damp spots by his ankles and sleeves.
He was walking down the sidewalk hand in hand with his baby brother.
"Who did you say we were going to meet again, Wirt?"
"Someone very special, but you won't recognize them at first."
"Hmmm...Jason? who do you think it is?" The frog replied with a signature 'ribbit' as it hopped along Greg's side.
They finally reached the cafe to see Beatrice standing outside of it, holding a couple small paper bags in her hands.
That's it for chapter 1! I'm trying to be a lot more patient with my writing, and take it more seriously. I find it easier to be patient when I'm not using any OC's. I finished all of Otgw in an evening lmao and I fell in love and I wish Greg was my babu. Wirt is and will always be a dorky jewish wimp but is loved by all and he will remain that way throughout the story except maybe at some intense parts. Anyway, see you guy's next chapter. Reviews please!