#mabel prompt request

[ahkylous]

Imagine: Wonder Over Yonder Theme Song Trailer but with Ford and Mabel from Drifting Stars instead.

This works so well tho how did this never occur to me

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[jacky-rubou]

I have a little prompt I thought of the other day, and I’m not exactly the best at writing so I thought I’d hand this over to you to see what you’d think :) I really enjoy all of your work, please don’t feel obligated to write this I just thought I’d share it.

Stan and the kids driving around somewhere, and Stan gets lost. He’s just like “we’re not lost” even though he knows they damn well are and Dipper keeps on nagging him on looking at the map that Stan has with him, but Stan refuses to use it. Dipper eventually gets handed the map just so he shuts up. ( not in like a mean way, just exasperated ) Mabel’s just goofing off in the back and teasing Dipper about it while simultaneously nagging Stan too.

Okay thank you I hope you have a nice day/night wherever you are!

"Are we there yet?"

The question was one that had interrupted intermittently, one that Stan was tuning out. This drive was doomed to be a long one, one that would be only worsened if he kept entertaining his niece's nagging question. How could anyone drive with that sort of distraction? Stan was about to give his regular snarky response when his nephew popped in.

"Grunkle Stan, are we lost?" Dipper asked, pointing at something in Stan's pocket just out of view from the road. Then gesturing at some of the street signs with unfamiliar names on them. Stan rolled his eyes. Sure the trees were thickening and the road was getting windier, but that was just how it was out here.

"Nope, we're just..." Stan's eyes flitted to a picturesque view of Oregon's mountains, "Sightseeing... on our way there, yeah. Taking the old scenic route!"

"Uh-huh... you know Great Uncle Ford's waiting for us, right?" DIpper reminded, frustratingly like the one they were meeting up with, "You know he doesn't like it when we're late, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, my brother's sooo particular about that, I know," Stan sighed, "It won't kill him to wait a few... minutes."

"Why can't you just get a peek at where we're going?" Dipper prodded, gesturing at the paper sticking out of his pocket yet again, the unused map. "Just in case. We don't want to get even more lost than we probably are..."

"We're not lost! I just need to take this turn and then..." Stan turned the car into the side road, not even bothering with a turn signal. Only to find just more trees and names of campsites that surely weren't where their destination was. "We're still not lost, I know where I'm going."

"Then why can't we see the correct site? Why is it a dead end?" Dipper pointed at the red sign saying such with a small frustrated yell. Stan put on the brakes as the road ended as promised. Ford's vehicle wasn't parked anywhere here.

"Fine, kid, if you're so knowledgeable on the way we're supposed to go for this stupid campsite Ford's so fixated on meeting up at, take the map for all I care," Stan ripped the folded map out of his pocket so fast it cracked like a whip. Dipper hesitated before snatching it, like an animal taking food from a strange human. Mabel laughed from the backseat, prompting a small scowl from Dipper.

"Didn't know the map was so important for you, Dipper! Almost thought you were a Gremloblin there for a second!" Mabel teased, tossing a peanut from her trail mix onto his hat.

"Now let's see where we're supposed to be going..." Dipper opened the map and scanned it, ignoring Mabel's teasing. Stan didn't stay in this dead end long enough to wait for Dipper to orient himself to where they were, pulling off a wild three-point turn that would make a stunt driver blush, and drove back the way they came.

The intervening minutes were full of Dipper offering suggestions of which direction to take and Mabel jabbing teases with a piece of trail mix as a way of punctuating the jokes, while Stan tried to keep some shred of sanity as he drove.

He didn't take Dipper's advice until they found themselves constantly finding dead ends. And even then, it was reluctant. One could've said they were lost in a labyrinth the way things were looking on the navigational front. Constant bickering and teasing did not help their cause. Stan was about ready to give up, though he wouldn't admit it.

Until Stan saw a familiar vehicle coming towards them, the driver a smug but friendly face. Stan shrunk within his seat as Ford slowed down on the empty road and rolled his window down. His vehicle was a new one purchased as soon as they had gotten enough money. Stan's protests that the Stanmobile was enough for both of them were met with logical reasoning of situations where Ford wanted to go somewhere Stan wasn't going and Stan gave in after finding a decently priced and decently running one.

"You lost there, stranger?" Ford asked with a smile on his lips and a laugh barely caught. Stan scowled but Dipper reached over Stan to give a thumbs up. "I should have figured. Come on, I'll lead you to our plot."

Stan watched with an exasperated sigh as Ford drove past them to find a place to turn around, pulling off to the side to allow a random unaffiliated car to go by. It wasn't like it was that big of a deal if they were lost, but Stan was getting tired of the kids' shenanigans and Ford's rescue was the welcome escape he needed. Though he'd never outright admit it to Ford's face or anyone else's for that matter.

"We were lost, weren't we?" Dipper asked with a teasing tone Stan would've expected to come from Mabel in his voice. Stan rolled his eyes and gave the biggest sigh he could've felt as Ford drove past from behind and led them to the campsite.

"Yes... Dipper, we were lost..." Stan admitted finally, following Ford's taillights as they took a turn into a road Stan would never have seen through the foliage, "But now we're not."

"And it's all thanks to Grunkle Ford! Booyah!" Mabel cheered from the backseat, tossing a bag's worth of glitter in the air and causing the other occupants to cough. Stan smiled when the cloud dissipated into every crevice of his car, not even minding the inevitable work to clean it when they got back from this trip.

They arrived without getting too lost and that was what mattered.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Pilates princess || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: you let Rafe come with you and your daughter to his first Pilates session 🙈

Warnings: pure fluff hehehe

Word count: 662

A/n: dad!Rafe melts my heart PLEASE SEND MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTS PLS N TYY

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“How come no one’s here?” Rafe asks, locking the car and scanning the empty car park with a puzzled expression. You chuckle, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “I always book out the studio so it’s just me and Mabel, and the instructor, of course,” you explain with a shrug.

Rafe nods in understanding, a small smile forming on his lips. At the mention of her name, Mabel babbles in Rafe’s arms, prompting both of you to chuckle. “See, Mabel knows where we are, don’t you, sweetie?” you coo, leaning in to tickle her gently as you approach the door to the Pilates studio.

The door swings open, and Stella beams at you both. “Hi!” she exclaims, her enthusiasm infectious. “Hi, Stella!” you reply warmly. “Hello, Mr. Cameron! Good to finally meet you,” Stella says, extending her hand towards Rafe. “Rafe is fine,” he chuckles, shaking her hand, as you giggle beside him.

“And hello, Mabel,” Stella coos, her eyes lighting up as your daughter grins in recognition. She gestures to Mabel, encouraging her to lean forward so she can carry her. Rafe hesitates, his protective instincts kicking in as he considers handing over his baby girl to someone he just met.

“Babe, it’s fine. Stella’s great with kids and she’ll take care of Mabel while we do our session,” you assure him, placing a comforting hand on his arm. He glances at you, then back at Stella, his concern slowly easing. “Sorry,” he says awkwardly as he carefully passes Mabel to Stella.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it,” Stella waves off his apology, lightly bouncing Mabel in her arms, making her giggle. “Shall we get started?” she suggests, her tone cheerful and inviting. You nod, taking Rafe’s hand and leading him to the reformer machines.

Around 15 minutes in, Rafe was already feeling the burn. He glanced over at you, noting your perfect posture as you effortlessly executed the moves. Meanwhile, he was struggling to keep up. “Rafe, try to hold that leg straight,” Stella gently corrected his posture, her tone encouraging yet firm, Mabel still in her arms as she watches her dad.

He groaned, adjusting his position as instructed. You turned your head slightly, giggling to yourself. “How do you do this shit every day?” Rafe shook his head in disbelief, his leg trembling with effort. “It takes practice,” you replied with a smile. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

Rafe attempted to mimic your form, his brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the difficulty, he couldn’t help but admire how graceful and strong you looked. “Remember to breathe,” Stella reminded him. “Inhale as you extend, exhale as you contract. Let’s do 5 more.”

Rafe tried to follow her instructions, but the movements felt anything but natural. “I don’t know how you make it look so easy,” he admitted, glancing at you. You flashed him an encouraging smile. “Just keep at it. You’ll be a pro in no time.”

About ten minutes later, Rafe decided he needed a “break.” He sat on the machine beside you, Mabel perched in his lap. The two of them watched and encouraged you as you continued your session. “Look at mommy go,” Rafe said, bouncing his leg gently. Mabel’s tiny hands were wrapped around his thumb as she gazed at you with wide eyes.

“Seriously, babe, how are you moving your body like that?” Rafe’s lips parted in awe as he watched you steadily execute a challenging move. “Like what?” you asked innocently, glancing back at them with a playful smile.

“I dunno know, you’re just so good at this. You’re not even sweating!” he marveled, lightly shaking his head at your impressive flexibility. You laughed softly, enjoying his reaction. “I think you forget I’ve been doing this since our days at kook academy,” you replied, effortlessly transitioning into the next move. “So like, 4 years ago?.”

Rafe watched you with a mix of admiration and disbelief, bouncing Mabel gently on his knee. “I don’t know, babe. You make it look so easy,” he chuckled, as Mabel’s tiny hands reached up to touch his face. You glanced over with a smile. “I’m almost done, baby,” you said gently to Mabel, who responded by clapping her hands, making everyone chuckle.

“Rafe, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Stella asks playfully as you all gather your things, preparing to leave the studio. Rafe’s face contorts into one of awkwardness. “Uhh, I think I’ll stick to the gym,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.

You laugh, giving him a playful nudge. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad! You did great for your first time.” Rafe grins, shaking his head. “I’ll leave the Pilates to you and Mabel,” he adjusts Mabel in his arms before leaning in to kiss your cheek.

[cobaltperun]

Mabel and R spend a carefree day at the beach, building sandcastles, splashing in the waves, and sharing ice cream cones as they soak up the sun.

Sunny Day

Mabel x GN! Reader (Request)

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Word count: 0.8k

“You are so childish!” Mabel’s laughter echoed throughout the nearly empty beach, it was a bit secluded and not a lot of people knew about it, but Charlie saw it from the ship one day, told about it to Mabel and here you were, having fun.

“So, don’t help me, miss too old to make sandcastles,” you stuck your tongue out playfully as you dug the trenches around a fairly big sandcastle you and Mabel have been making for the past hour.

“Oh, I didn’t mean the castle,” she laughed, pointing at the tiny sand monsters that looked like blobs heading toward the castle.

You snickered, proud of your creations. But more than anything, you were happy to be here with Mabel. She’s been busy with college lately, and to have a day like this, where you could just hang out and have fun, felt like a treasure you absolutely needed to cherish with all your heart. “I love being here with you,” you still weren’t sure when to say ‘I love you’ to Mabel, it was still a fairly fresh relationship, and while it didn’t feel casual, it still felt like it was just a bit too early for that.

She smiled confidently, and pecked you on the lips. “I love being here with you too,” somehow, you felt like she would be the first to say those three words, but that was topic for another day. “Oh, shit!” she grabbed your hand and pulled you back before a slightly bigger wave could splash you.

Unfortunately, nothing could be done to save the castle, as the two of you stared blankly at the ruins of an empire you have built together. In the end it wasn’t the army of blobs, but the anger of mother nature that caused the symbol of the once mighty rulers to crumble.

Oh, well, it was bound to happen.

You glanced at Mabel, then at the sea, then grinned as she smiled suggestively at you.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” you asked.

“Go for a swim?” she guessed, prompting you to nod, and since she was still holding your hand she just pulled you along to the water.

It was refreshing to be in the water after so many days of summer heat killing your mood. And Mabel was the image of grace in the water, her movements smooth and measured, it was like she was one with the water, like it was natural for her to move through it, and you were mesmerized.

“You’re staring,” she pointed out and splashed you.

You splashed right back, making her hair stick to her forehead. “Look who is childish now,” you laughed, which turned out to be a mistake, as Mabel fired back, filling your mouth with salty sea water. You coughed, trying to get rid of the taste as she laughed. “Oh, you want war? You’ll get one!” you exclaimed, chasing after her as she shrieked and swam away from you.

“I surrender, I surrender!” she laughed as you caught up with her and pulled her to your chest. Both of you breathed a bit heavily but the grins on your faces made it all worth it. “I surrender,” she cupped your cheek, kissing you much deeper this time.

“Good,” you muttered, as you separated.

“As if!” she splashed you right in the face and swam toward the beach as you just remained there, too surprised to go after her. Eventually, you just shook your head and swam back as well.

“You surrendered, just so we’re clear on who won,” you said as she lied on the towel and basked in the sun. Mabel just lifted her sunglasses from her eyes and gave you a ‘no way,’ look. “Strawberry vanilla ice cream?” you asked as you took your wallet.

“You know me,” she stretched a bit with a wide smile on her face.

You went and bought the ice cream cones and rushed back before they could melt. Mabel, surprisingly preferred softer flavors, which you found extremely cute. “Here you go,” you offered the ice cream to her and sat down on the towel next to hers. “I could eat this all day,” you sighed contently as the ice cream cooled you down.

“Agreed,” she leaned her head on your shoulder and took your free hand in hers. “You know, Y/N,” she began, looking you in the eyes.

“Hmm?” you weren’t sure what she was going to say, but judging by the look on her face it was important to her.

“I love you,” your eyes widened as she said those three words you struggled to say before.

“I love you too, Mabel,” you told her, grinning widely.

[stanpinesdykewife]

Stop this is a golden opportunity your writing is so GOOD 🤩 Could I request a Stan x Reader fic where reader is playing/hanging out with the twins and Stan is like (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) “omg family”.

So down for pure fluff or even like some smut thrown in tbh I will read whatever you write, you’re brilliant

OKAY I GOT CARRIED AWAY. i'm having so much fun writing these thank you for such a cute prompt (and for complimenting me!! giggling!)!! tweaked it a little bit bc i just had to add ford and soos in there too :) they're a FAMILY (crying pounding the floor)!!!

pure fluff here! under the cut:

family time stan/reader (gender-neutral) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified fluff, 1428 words

“This movie night is off the hizz-ook!” Mabel cheers, punctuating her statement with a harsh blow of her party blower. Ford laughs at the sound, even as she blows it directly next to his ear from where she’s propped up on the couch’s armrest.

“Oh, yeah! Two trilogies down, three more to go!” Dipper says, beaming down at a long list he and Mabel have curated for tonight—movies, a lot of them, all of them either incredibly feel-good or otherwise iconic. He draws a big red X over the title of the movie you’ve just finished. The credits roll quickly across the screen, and you start the search for the remote that all of you keep losing.

“Thank you again, Soos,” Ford says, leaning over to look past Dipper and Stan on the couch next to him. Soos is reclined in the big yellow armchair near the doorway to the foyer, going crazy on some assorted flavors of potato chips. He perks up when Ford addresses him. “We appreciate you and your abuelita letting us take over the TV room.”

“Dude, are you kidding?” Soos asks joyfully, through a mouthful of sour cream and onion chips. Stan leans over you to reach into the bowl of barbeque chips teetering on Soos’ lap. “The Shack is always open to you guys!”

“It better be, considering it was ours,” Stan says, a faux air of haughtiness surrounding his words. He shoves a handful of chips into his mouth and chews them with his mouth open while he’s still leaning over, effectively spitting some crumbs into your lap. You roll your eyes, but you huff out a laugh.

“It’s not mine!” you say, playfully shoving Stan’s shoulder so he’s not eating over you. You flash Soos a grin and he returns it, the red fez on his head sitting proudly. It suits him. “Thank you, Soos. This night is legendary. Uh, did I give you the remote before our last bathroom break?”

“I got the remote,” Dipper says helpfully, and you turn to see him clicking away from the credits to find the next movie. “But we are missing something. Mabel and great uncle Ford ate all the popcorn again.”

“Not guilty,” Ford says too quickly, suddenly staring at the wall straight ahead. He grips his can of Pitt Cola tightly and starts drinking it to avoid eye contact.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Mabel says at the same time, kernels of popcorn stuck between her teeth. You laugh at them both and move to stand up, pushing yourself forward with a hand on Stan’s knee. He’s gone quiet, silently chewing his chips as he watches you stand.

“Uh oh! Popcorn emergency!” you joke, accepting the empty bowl Ford hands to you from his lap. “Someone call the popcorn police!” Mabel jumps at the opportunity.

“Wee-oo, wee-oo, wee-oo!” she starts, and Dipper grabs his own party blower to make loud, honking noises between each siren effect. Soos joins in, and you laugh a little too loud before registering a quiet tapping noise from upstairs. Abuelita or Melody signaling for you guys to be quiet. Everyone shuts up. You slap a hand over your mouth, then mumble into it.

“Okay, okay, popcorn police has arrived! I’m on it,” you whisper genially. The rest of the family claps silently, cheering for you under their breath. All of them except Stan, who looks around the room, swallowing his mouthful. You flash him an extra little smile, when he looks at you, then you nod to everyone else. “Be right back.”

Hushed chatter starts up again behind you, mindfully quiet, but likely to spiral into a riot again soon enough. As you disappear into the foyer, to the kitchen, Stan sits quietly in the midst of it all.

A few minutes later, the popcorn has been popped. You open the bag carefully, and as you tip it over the empty popcorn bowl, someone shuffles in behind you. You look over your shoulder to see Stan, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, hey,” you greet him, turning back to the task at hand. You shake the bag over the bowl, a light amount of smoke wafting from the cascade of popcorn falling out. “You guys don't care if it's a little burnt, right? I kind of like it that way, so if not, I'll just pick out the pieces myself. I've seen the kids totally turn their marshmallows to charcoal though, so hopefully—”

Stan places a hand on your hip and you turn to look at him out of instinct. Then his mouth is on yours, warm and soft, sweetened by the Pitt you've all been drinking. You drop the popcorn bag into the bowl and turn so you can kiss him properly, your hands automatically moving over his shoulders as Stan's hands go to your waist.

He gently leans you against the counter, the line of his body pressing into yours and drawing a shudder through you. Stan parts from you then, pressing his forehead to yours as you catch your breath.

“What—” He kisses you again, chaste this time, and you laugh lightly against his mouth. “What's this about? You okay?”

“Mhm,” he hums, but his eyes are closed. He’s holding something back. Stan kisses you again, just a peck, and you interlace your fingers behind his neck to rub soothing little lines into the base of his skull with your thumbs.

“Hey,” you say, softer. It takes a moment, but then Stan's eyes flutter open. Your breath hitches at his expression, full of affection and admiration and… something else. Something melancholy. You slide one hand over to cup his face, leaning your head back to get a good look at him. His gaze drifts to the side. “Hey. What's up?”

“It's, uh…” Stan's hands flex on your waist. You're familiar with the feeling. You used to think he just touches you for the sake of touching you, but over time, it started to feel more meaningful. Like he wants to know you're really there, maybe, or that you're not pulling away. He continues, “Just gettin’ used to it.” You wait for a moment. When he doesn't elaborate, you prod,

“Getting used to what?” Stan stares at the floor for a few more seconds, and you can actually see his face grow pink.

“You and the kids. Everyone. I've never—I mean, it's—” He struggles, searching for the words in the lines of the kitchen cupboards. He finds them eventually, slowly. “You're family. You're stuck with us. Y’know that, right?”

“Oh,” you say, drifting your thumb over his cheekbone as you process. Stan leans into his, his face smushed up against your palm, and the sight makes you smile, something warm crawling up your chest. “Yeah. I know. You’re stuck with me, too.”

Stan’s gaze finally lands on you again, searching your expression. You let him, admiring the brown of his eyes, the slight furrow to his brow. Then Stan looks at you straight-on, and he smiles. He huffs out a chuckle, awkward, like he’s embarrassed.

“Yeah, well. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to,” he says. You blink at him.

“That sounds a little ominou—Hey!” You burst into laughter as Stan squats down, wraps his arm around the backs of your thighs, and picks you up over his shoulder. You start patting at his back, his shoulder blades, but Stan just bounces you to adjust your weight before turning around. Your leg almost hits one of the cupboards as you turn, but neither of you care. “Stan! Put me down!”

“No escape!” he shouts over you, his grin evident in his voice. You vaguely notice he’s grabbed the bowl of popcorn before he marches out of the kitchen. You don’t get to see anyone’s reaction when he carries you into the living room, but Stan prompts them well enough: “Pines! Pines! Pines!”

“Pines! Pines! Pines!” You hear Mabel and Dipper go for the popcorn and start munching through their chants. Soos is clapping, and Stan is emboldened enough to bounce you again, making you bark out a laugh with each dig of his shoulder into your belly. Ford is dedicated, chanting the loudest of them all until Stan pretends to drop you and Ford sputters in alarm.

You’re laughing through it, a flush on your face, your legs kicking in the air. But you can’t not join in. When your laughter’s died down enough to speak, you pump a fist in the air and chant along: “Pines! Pines! Pines!”

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chapter 2 (chapter 3 is most likely discontinued.)

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fate ties two

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my girl

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sequence of events

love you silently

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love at first glance

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mabel:

in the magic of making.

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clothes (drabble!)

[zpiderwebs]

In regards to your post about possibly taking Gravity Falls requests. If you're down to write I'm down to read. I've been searching for a fic where Ford is filled in on Mabel's past trouble with the gnomes and Gideon and he is very not okay with it.

A/N: HOLY SHATT WAIT wait...thank you for this request! I love that prompt. Ford would definitely be super concerned about the messes she got into but glad she was able to pull away. He'd start keeping an eye out for anyone near Mabel that isn't someone he already knows. ALRIGHTY. Here you go!! My first request I've gotten! YAY.

Enjoy! :3

"Gnomes and a gremlin?"

It was another summer and surprisingly normal day. The heat was fine to tolerate. Stan was doing his usual scamming with tourists, Mabel was out with Candy and Grenda, leaving Ford and Dipper alone in the living room. Dipper was sitting on the ground, switching through channels while Ford was sitting in Stanley's seat, writing down about whatever came to his smart mind.

Dipper glanced at the clock on the wall as it ticked. He wanted to play mini golf with Mabel, but since she had told him that she would be catching both Grenda and Candy up on her new crush, he figured it would be saved for another day.

Dipper sighed, placing the remote down as he looked up at the ceiling. "Man, Mabel's gonna be late today. She's gonna be gone all day, rambling about her new crush she met at the arcade the other day when we tagged along with Soos and Wendy."

"Wait, Mabel has another crush?" Ford asked as he took a moment to look at Dipper in disbelief.

"Yeah. The millionth one, but, at least, it's not like the few horrible ones she had earlier this summer." Dipper shrugged and sighed. Ford raised a brow. What did Dipper mean by that?

"Elaborate." Ford set his pen down and looked at Dipper with a serious look. Dipper sighed again, groaning as he buried his face into his hands.

"Uh..well, the first crush and boyfriend she had when we had just arrived here..was..unexpected." Dipper frowned at the thought. "His name was Norman. Well, their. Mabel and they all started dating. And well..turns out they were a bunch of gnomes disguised as a boy. They wanted to make her their queen..and well..when they revealed themselves to Mabel, she obviously didn't want to and turned them down. Their leader, Jeff, decided to take her by force. And a lot went down..we then got to a point where she got captured, I saved her, we got chased, and we defeated the gnomes. Basically, that was her first boyfriend. A bunch of gnomes."

Ford..was flabbergasted. His eyes were wide as if he had seen a ghost and his jaw dropped.

"WHAT!? GNOMES!?" Ford shouted as he dropped everything from his lap and hit the ground with a soft thud due to the carpet.

"That's not even as bad compared to Gideon." Dipper frowned even more as he got shivers at even mentioning that name

"..Gideon? Oh, man. I'm concerned at who your sister got into trouble with.."

"Trust me, I'm always concerned. Gideon was...something. Gideon was Grunkle Stan's arch enemy. Gideon badly wanted the Shack and they fought back and forth and all that mess. He also deeply liked Mabel..like..obsessive. She had agreed to go on a date with him when she genuinely didn't like him. Grunkle Stan wasn't happy about his great niece going out with his enemy. A lot went down. He lied to Mabel and did a lot of horrible things. He even kidnapped her with a huge robot when he had took the shack an-"

"HE KIDNAPPED HER!? Your telling me..a little gremlin like HIM..kindapped Mabel!? That is unbelievable!"

"Basically." Dipper shrugged.

Ford let out a big sigh as he looked exhausted. Like he had just gone through another 30 years in that portal.

"Gnomes and a gremlin? Christ, what messes did your sister get into." Ford murmured out as he leaned back. Dipper sighed. "I'd like to know too."

"Well, this is unacceptable. If I ever see that Jeff gnome or that little Gideon, I'll be sure to tell them to keep a massive radius away from my niece."

The next morning, Ford kept looking at Mabel. She quickly realized he had been staring hard at her while she knitted a new sweater for Waddles.

"Uh, Grunkle Ford? Is something wrong? You keep staring at me." Mabel murmured as she raised a brow.

Ford cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "Apologies, Mabel. I'm just..I..who is this new crush of yours? Do you know what he really is?"

Mabel's eyes widened. "What?"

"Mabel, you dated gnomes disguised as a boy and a little gremlin named Gideon for Christ's sake!" Ford shouted out.

Mabel sat there for a few moments and letting out a nervous laugh. "Oh..yeah. I did. But I can reassure you I've been doing better at picking my crushes! This new boy is normal and NOT Gideon!"

"Glad to know.." Ford murmured. "Just..don't get into any more messes like that."

"Got it, Grunkle Ford!" Mabel grinned.

But, from that day on, Ford began to sometimes follow Mabel around and make sure whoever she was with..was normal. He was armed. Just in case.

[satoru-is-the-way]

A/n: Here is the second prompt!

Tags: @shoxji @tian-monique @omgsuperstarg @angel-bi666

{IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN FUTURE NAMOR/TENOCH FICS LET ME KNOW PLUS IF YOU DO OR DONT WANT TO BE TAGGED IN SMUT. MUST BE OVER 18+ FOR THOSE ANYWAYS.}

Summary: Reader and Tenoch use to be married but got divorced. Years later they are working together during Wakanda Forever.

Warnings: Angst, Divorce, Arguments, Cussing, and panic attack(?)

You sat down with her co-star Letitia and Tenoch for their interview with Mitú. It had been a rough year of filming when your ex-husband plays your character's love interest.

It all started in 2007 you landed a small role in Déficit. You filmed with Tenoch Huerta Mejía for several months. By the end of the movie, it surprised no that you two had begun dating. In less than a year he proposed to you. You became (Y/n) (M/n) Mejía. However, the downfall came 11 years later. Your character had been in the MCU since Avengers in 2012. Currently, you where busy filming Infinity War and then Endgame back to back. While Tenoch is busy with Narcos: Mexico.

The distance and time apart seemed to have done it in with Tenoch. He approached you about divorce. It broke your heart but with a strong face, you agreed. Everyone was shocked to hear the long-time Hollywood couple divorced. You barely spoke with Tenoch for two long year's. The only communication had been about your children. You weren't surprised when Ryan Coogler contacted you for a role in Black Panther Wakanda Forever. (C/n) had close ties with Wakanda also being from a powerful nation that hid from the world.

He explained how your character tied into the plot and would finally have a love interest, that being Namor. You agreed without hesitation on accepting the role, and plus you had a 3 movies in the contract.

You were shocked, to say the least when you walked into the conference room to see Tenoch as Namor. From then it has become awkward on set. You two acted professionally despite everyone could see the struggle. You held feelings for Tenoch. Being with someone for 11 years affected you. Having children with this man. Crying together, laughing, family vacations, and several movies, and tv shows together. How could that go away?

When the kissing scene was filmed it took you a good two weeks to speak with Tenoch out of character. You avoided everyone and stayed in your trailer. Letitia, Lupita, Winston, Mabel, Alex, just everyone tried to speak with you but respected your request to not. Even Ryan asked if you were alright. It was obvious to everyone how you and Tenoch were still in love. The emotions flowed during the scene between (C/n) and Namor.

Today was one of your first interviews without all the cast together. You had agreed to be with Letitia and Tenoch since your character had a lot of screen time and was a fan favorite.

The female explained you all would be trying Pre-Hispanic food. The first one brought out was Chapulines. You began digging in as she started asking question. You laughed as Tenoch dropped some. "Someones hungry!" Letitia comments.

"Ah. Es por toda tu cara! (it's all over your face!)" You comment laughing as well. Your eyes meet his chocolate brown ones. The questions start out simple: How you felt about returning, your characters developed, and the short bits of romance shown in the trailer between you and Namor. You answer and listened when Jessica asked Letitia and Tenoch questions.

Finally, it came back to you. "How does it feel working alongside your ex-husband? Did you find it hard to put emotions into the character since Namor is her love interest? Everyone remembers it as a nasty divorce." Her question seemed innocent. You honestly did not know how they could approve such a thing. Tenoch looked down for a moment clearing his.

"That's not really anyone's business." He answered quickly the nice man turned serious. It bothered him more she asked such a thing.

Letitia looked concerned as she noticed your eyes became watery. "Maybe we should move on to the next dish?" She comments worried about your reaction.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?! Who in the actual hell approved this shit? We are done here." You stood up abruptly leaving the interviewer in shock as well as the remaining crew members. You jerked the mic off throwing it onto the table.

"(Y/n) please wait!" Tenoch grabbed your hand.

"DON'T!" You replied tears running down your cheeks as you stormed out. Your vision became blurry and the world became silent. You couldn't hear anything.

You knew your whole career is ruined. The professionalism with the question. Might as well not even show up to the premiere. Kevin Feige would have words with you. Your whole life is done from the fan would also turn on you. All this ran through your mind as you left the building gasping for air. Everything has come crashing down over a fucking question.

You started walking down the streets of LA. Soon you absorbed the sounds of the city and busy traffic You felt your phone buzzing now. Tenoch had called you 15 times already you answer, "I am at the coffee shop nearby." You say before sending him your location and hanging up.

You took a deep breath once watching Tenoch rushing down the sidewalk and into the Cafe. He sighed deeply and sat down looking up into your eyes. "Please never do that. I called you I don't know how many times. Talk to me."

"It's not like you are unaware of how people look at us."

Tenoch gently brushed your hand, "I know but I don't care about everyone else! I care about you." He whispered. "It's just I get scared. I got scared being so far away. I thought maybe you didn't love me. So I pushed you away. It was a mistake I regret ever since that day. I want to love you. I-I do...I love you." He admits

"In every universe?" You asked.

That same grin you love graced his face exposing his dimples. "Yes Doctor Strange." He chuckled. "In every universe."

"I'm on the chopping block now."

"If they fire you then I will leave too, mi amor."

"No. I won't allow it." You pulled him into a deep kiss. Tenoch responded eagerly pulling your hair softly wanting you to be close despite the damn table in the way.

"Better stop before I cant..." He whispered.

"Same here."

"Let's go back ok?" He asked and you nod walking out hand in hand.

[callipraxia]

Fun fact about me: I. Love. Christmas.

Common sentiment, I know, but the family, at least, feel I take it a bit further than is really necessary. They think the Christmas season begins on Black Friday; I start obsessing over my proximity to Christmas in about September. I genuinely like Christmas sweaters and plaid vests and all that stuff. I have a pair of earrings shaped like Christmas baubles and a necklace with a snowglobe on it. I decorate a minimum of two trees every year and those days are among the highlights of my year. I usually keep a few Christmas trinkets around my desk year-round to cheer myself up a little on days when I really, really don’t want to work. I literally squealed with delight when Little Debbie started selling gingerbread men year-round. For my Gravity Falls people, my version of Mabel’s bubble would be a living Christmas village basically. Literally the only thing I don’t like about Christmas is the movies, I’m weird on that point, I like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and make a ritual out of watching it when it airs on CBS every year, but that’s the one movie for me. Christmas is just…one of my things, really.

Tonight, I officially broke out my favorite Christmas pajamas and am wearing my Christmas perfume with ‘em, while drinking my Yorkshire Tea Bedtime Brew (which is conveniently flavored with vanilla and nutmeg, which my brain registers as Christmassy, anyway) out of a Spode Christmas Tree mug, and it occurred to me…is there such a thing as Christmas writing prompts?

The answer was yes. Yes, there is.

I’ve been on a spree liking posts of ‘em on here while the tea was brewing and am getting so excited picturing all these little plotless Christmas scenes I could write. I therefore apologize in advance to the friends list if I start posting stuff like that from previous years’ prompt lists in the near future and carry on until Twelfth Night. Also, well, I can’t promise anything because of…everything, but if anyone has any requests for Christmassy things, please do inform me of them and I will try.

TL;DR, Christmas! It makes me want to write again!🎄🌲❄️☃️🌨️🎅🤶🎁📯

[upontherisers]

hi cari, can i request #50 breaking the rules for lola and #53 keeping a secret for bobbie, please? — @shoshiwrites

a/n: making this a two for one special! these were such good prompts that i had to do them together! and i finally feel like i know these girls' voices! so meet lola and bobbie (and mabel [sorta] and dolores)

When Mabel Mortinson drops a pot of hot coffee in exhaustion, sending her and Helen to the infirmary during the middle of morning rush, Bobbie pulls Lola to the side while Tatty and Dolores mop up. 

“What’s his name?”

“I—I don’t know.”

Bobbie rolls her eyes and raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“I don’t, honest!” Lola insists, and she’s serious. She assumes Bobbie would know with the way she watches the girls night and day, but Lola couldn’t keep the men straight yet. “All of those gunners look the same to me.”

“He’s a gunner?”

She starts worrying at her lip with her teeth. Uh oh. 

Sighing kindly, Bobbie steps closer. “Lola, we can’t afford anyone else getting hurt.”

She looks in the direction Helen and Mabel headed off in, her friends, her sisters-in-arms who've been tasked with serving the servicemen, who've given so much of their hearts to the sky, and who've taught her to do the same. Being down two girls in the middle of rush is unforgivable to Bobbie, she knows that. There are rules, uncompromising and infallible rules, but rules are made to be broken, as Mabel says. And giving her friend up, even if she could remember that gunner's name, would only cause more hurt in the long run.

And, in Bobbie's own words, we're here for morale, goddammit.

So, as the crew captain stares up at her with an expectant yet impatient countenance, Lola takes a deep breath, straightens her spine, lifts her chin, and adjusts a hair pin. "I don't know his name."

Bobbie's teardrop eyes narrow and her jaw tenses with irritation. "You're no good at keeping secrets, Mooreland."

"I'm getting better," she replies and notes the way her heart races at this act of semi-defiance.

Bobbie stalks off to the window to tell the soldiers outside that they're running behind, and Dolores lays a gentle hand on Lola's shoulder. "Keep giving as good as you get and I might stop callin' ya Sergeant Suck Up."

"Oh, yeah?" Lola asks, busying herself with the next pot of coffee. "What're you thinking?"

"Sergeant Says Nothin'."

[alex-rambles]

Ooooooh I love how you went into detail over what happened after y/n agreed to be possessed. You did such a great job it gave me a idea for a follow-up.

So y/n actually really loves Weirdmeggon admiring the chaos all around them. And how much more interesting this world is when compared to the mundane 1 before.

And when Bill Cipher possess y/n and sits on the throne of misery. Y/n gets a rush of power seeing her body and the throne which prompts Bill to brag about how he's corrupted y/n.

Beautiful request haha

-"Look what I did to this silly human lol they are so funny"

-Since you seem to like Weirdmaggedon so much, he makes it better (worse)!

-And he lets you sit on The Throne of Frozen Human Agony™ just to see how much more of that pretty rush he can make you feel

-He feels guilty for dragging you down to his level (this guilt gets buried, he doesn't need his conscience nagging him)

-But he's also very happy for having a new partner in crime

-Y'all tear up the town until Bill gets erased

-You were taking videos in the corner while he chased Dipper and Mabel around

-And also sitting on the flesh couch while he sang to Ford

-Goofy ahh duo

[spectralreplica]

Anonymous asked: OMG your Yuni Bill is so adorable I love it so much! And it even gave me a idea for a similar thing. If you're taking prompts I'd luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv to see a Ibuki Bill Cipher since I've always though Ibuki was human Bill but if he was good. So yea hope you're interested at least. Have a lovely daaaaaaaaaaaaay >3

Hey! Thanks so much!! It makes me happy people outside of me + my friend liked it. 😊 Uh, I hesitate to say my requests are open because 99% of the time I end up pushing off asks for months to draw something else first or just deleting them if I really can’t think of a response, but I’m kind of still hot on my GF hyperfixation, so

First, I kind of did 2 variations on Ibuki!Bill: Ibuki in the Bill outfit and then Ibuki as a dream demon. Is she evil in this scenario??? Maaaaybe a little, or maybe just kind of impulsive or ignorant about human feelings... I think she and Mabel would vibe more than Dipper, so the vague plot is that Mabel wants to impress a guy who’s pretentious about music instead of puppets, Ibuki offers to help, and Mabel gets annoyed at the fine print. The fact that nothing else changed implies a past Ibuki and Ford friendship, which is a WILD dynamic

The second part is not really what you asked at all, but I couldn’t help but think about a scenario where Bill possesses Ibuki (Bibuki?). So, Bill gets in the Neo World Program at chapter 3, and the gullible disease means Ibuki agrees instantly to hand her mind and body over. Monokuma/Junko knows something is wrong, but not why, and Despair!Mikan is in for a surprise. I assume endgame is Bill eating the Junko AI and hijacking the plan to take over the Remnants’ bodies for the hell of it. Imagine this succeeds or fails however you choose. 

[asterkiss]

Prompt: “i thought you went to bed an hour ago”

Maybe some fluff? 🙇‍♀️

This took on a life of its own and I'm gonna have to do a second addition to actually get to the fluff. (>___>) Random AU in the future where Bill has somehow become Mabel's dysfunctional demon room mate who she keeps in check. Why? How? No idea!

-SWEET DREAMS

Mabel was sat in the kitchen, hunched over the table with tongue poking out in avid concentration. She just had to add two hundred more rhinestones to this shirt and it would be finished!

Easy.

She was so raptured in her crafts, she didn't even notice the figure entering through the door until they spoke.

'What the heck is that?'

The brunette paused, raising her head to find Bill staring down at the shirt with a look of distaste. Undeterred by his response, she replied:

'My shirt for Dipper's party tomorrow! Wanna help?'

'Pass.'

Yeah, she doubted he would. 'Okay, well if you're not gonna help then why are you even here? I thought you went to bed an hour ago.' She hadn't seen him around the flat since he left to go watch some weird television show.

Bill snorted as he slid into the seat opposite her. 'I don't sleep, I'm a dream demon. I invade the minds of others whilst they're asleep, that's it.'

Mabel paused. 'You don't sleep? Ever?'

'Don't need to, demon privelege.'

Mabel had forgotten about her bedazzling and was now offering the blond her full attention. 'But sleeping's so fun, and dreaming's like the best part of it! Just last night I had a dream where Zac Efron was my chauffeur to school. That was so fun. Oh Zac, you scallywag.'

'Sleeping's stupid! You basically waste eight hours of your day laying unconscious and being completely vulnerable and easy pickings.' A shrug. 'Guess I shouldn't complain, makes it easy for me to manipulate you guys.'

Mabel's eyes narrowed. 'Hey.'

'I mean, it made it easy. Obviously past tense. Don't do that anymore. Scouts honour.'

She rolled her eyes at his less than believable response and the cheesy grin plastered on his face.

'But I stand by what I said, sleeping's dumb and boring.'

Mabel pursed her lips together. 'You wouldn't say that if you had someone to sleep with.'

Bill shot her a look and she quickly added:

'Not like that! I mean literally just sleeping next to someone in the same bed, you weirdo! Even just a pet!'

Bill blinked. 'What difference does that make?'

'Well, you get cuddles and can stay warm on cold nights. Plus, it feels nice and comforting and if you have a nightmare, you can just roll over and hug Waddles- or, uh, the other person.'

'Hm. Don't see the appeal.'

'Urgh, forget it.' It was like talking to a brick wall. He'd totally ruined her motivation for bedazzling as well.

She called it a night and went to sleep in her double bed surrounded by twenty stuffed animals.

>

It was three hours later in the middle of the night that she awoke to a hand on her shoulder.

She groggily opened her eyes to the sight of a pale face inches from her own. On instict she slammed her fist forward only to have it halted with impressive speed. There were very few who could stop an attack from her. Such as:

'Wait, Bill?'

'Sup.'

Her eyebrows furrowed and she sought out the clock in her room. 'Urgh, it's like 3am. Why are you in my room?'

'Let's sleep together.'

'...eh?'

He smirked. 'Not like that you sick pervert.'

'I'm not-!'

'I figured I'd give what you said a try, and since you're the only one around what d'ya say?'

'Uh...' An attractive guy was asking to share her bed. Granted, it was Bill Cipher though that only made the request even more bizarre.

He quirked an eyebrow. 'Cm'on, I don't bite.' A pause. 'Much.'

'Okay, fine!' She just wanted to go back to sleep. Although that prospect was seeming less and less likely the more her heart rate picked up.

She felt the covers shift as he shoved off her stuffed unicorns and slid in. 'Jesus Christ, how many stuffed animals do you have?'

'Never enough and- hey, don't touch me with your weird cold feet!'

'Aw cm'on share the warmth, Shooting Star. I'm freezing.'

'I thought you said you did't feel the cold!'

'I feel it, it just doesn't bother me.'

'Then keep the ice blocks at the end of your legs away from me, you dorito!' She already regretted this as she turned her back towards him and curled in on herself. 'Either that or get out and go back to your own room.'

'Okay, okay, I'll behave.' She felt him settle behind her, though she was still on high alert. But as the minutes ticked by and he remained quiet, she began to ease up, gradually unfurling her body.

But it was still impossible to sleep!

'Why did you change your mind?' she asked, cutting through the piercing silence.

'I change my mind a lot, I'm funny like that.'

She glanced back over shoulder, narrowing her eyes. 'If you try to pull something, I'll punch you in the eye.'

'Jeez louise, relax.'

'Then be honest and stop lying! Why did you really come in here?'

She could feel him scowling at her through the darkness. 'Tried the whole sleeping thing, and it was awful. Lotsa screaming and nuisances I'd rather forget about. Was a big pain in the ass.'

She blinked. So, he'd had a nightmare?

'So that's why I came here,' he said cheerfully. 'You said sleeping together helps you forget that weird stuff so here I am. And guess what, you were right. You make quite the good distraction when you keep wriggling around like a worm cut in two.'

'Wha- gross!' Did she wiggle that much? 'And you should try sleeping again, maybe you'll have a nice dream.'

'Shooting Star, it's cute and naive you think like that but I'm literally made of nightmares. I don't have any good dreams in me.'

'That's sad.'

'It's true!' A pause. 'I mean I guess there's-' He cut off abruptly and she arched an eyebrow at his sudden silence. She could make out his profile in the darkness but that was it. She rolled over so she was completely facing him.

'There's what?' she asked, prodding him to speak.

'....Nothin', forget it. Demons and good dreams don't mix. It would never work out.'

She frowned. 'You just need to learn how to have nice dreams, it's like learning anything new. If you want, you can watch me for practice. I can be like your fun teacher.'

'What?'

She poked him. 'I'm cordially inviting you to pop into my dreams tonight. I'll show you how exciting it can be.'

'What happened to you punching my lights out if I invaded your dreams?' He still had a bruise from last time.

'Tonight's a one-off. And you better behave! No turning ribbons into human inestines, that still makes me wanna hurl.'

'Oh yeah I forgot about that, heh.'

'So?'

He turned over so they were facing one another in the bed, and she became acutely aware of how close in proximity they were. It was fine. It was just platonic. Totally platonic. So what if she could feel his breath hitting her skin?

'Alright, deal,' he said, voice quiet and the way he said it made her heart tug slightly. Haha, weird. A warm hand covered her eyes and she swallowed thickly.

'Sweet dreams, Shooting Star.'

She fell asleep, and the real fun began.

TO BE CONTINUED

[destiny-in-the-universe]

New Introduction [Searching for Moots]

Good timezone, my lovely dreamers!

It's been a long while since last I'd been active in tumblr, but I figured getting to meet new people would be worthwhile as I've made my comeback!

To start, I answer to many names but primarily- you can call me Clay or Danny. I hoard names like a possessive dragon (/lh), but that's also in part due to my kin-list and I carry their names around proudly. (And also the fact I'm a system)

I'm bodily an adult, 23 years old to be exact and counting! I use they/them pronouns, though neos are fair game at times (such as pup/pupself and ghost-themed pronouns).

Now, I am a multi-fandom blogger and enthusiast of neurodivergent content- especially as I connect to a lot of characters.

Fun Things About Me

✦ I'm bilingual, knowing both English and Spanish

✦ I'm a fanfic writer. Mostly specializing in AU's, angst themes, and recently- working on two crossover projects

✦ I have multiple disorders (auDHD, suspected BPD and DID, and diagnosed with MDD)

✦ Current Fixations are Teenage Superhero Cartoons

✦ I'm a roleplayer! (I can be a bit picky with who I roleplay with, and maybe further down the line- I can send out a request)

✦ Profound animal lover. I don't claim to be an expert-

✦ I kin hard.

Fandoms I Am a Part Of

[Key - ♡ (Active Fixations), ✩ (Dormant Fixations/Will Talk About Them if Asked), ➶ (Casual Interests)]

♡ Danny Phantom

♡ American Dragon: Jake Long

♡ Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

♡ Kim Possible

♡ My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

✩ Gravity Falls

✩ Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus/Riordanverse

✩ Laika Films (Coraline, Paranorman)

✩ Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

✩ Doctor Who

✩ Anime (Mob Psycho 100, My Hero Academia, The Promised Neverland, Hetalia, Death Note, Disastrous Life of Saiki Kusuo, Fruits Basket, Black Butler, Wolf Children, Studio Ghibli)

➶ Warrior Cats

➶ Supernatural

➶ Merlin

➶ Sherlock

➶ K-Dramas

➶ The Owl House

➶ She-Ra: Princesses of Power

[Ask if there might be others I've missed!]

Current Projects

Independent Fanfics

✦ tell me atlas, what is heavier (the world or its people's hearts?): Danny Phantom - [Canon Divergent Timeline] -Angst/Whump Trope. The Guys in White manage to capture and detain Danny Phantom, alongside kidnapping securing Tucker, and what follows- well, it's only a matter of time before the truth spills out. - Work in Progress (Unpublished)

✦ DannyMay 2024 - Danny Phantom. A series of one-shots surrounding the fandom Danny Phantom. - Work in Progress (tag: dannymay2024, personal tag: PENDING)

✦ Bad Things Happen Bingo - Fandom One-Shots. A series of angst-filled prompts based on the Bad Things Happen Bingo card. - Work in Progress (tag: PENDING)

Crossover Fanfics

✦ Unlocked Doors AU (Mystery Kids AU) - Danny Phantom, Coraline, Paranorman, and Gravity Falls. Two years have passed since the fated summer trip to Gravity Falls, Oregon, and well- now Dipper and Mabel are returning for the new summer. When a group of untimely teens also end up spending their summer in the seemingly quaint town, nothing will ever be the same. - Work in Progress (Unpublished)

✦ [UNTITLED] (Secret Trio AU) - Danny Phantom, Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, and American Dragon: Jake Long. A sudden, unexpected turn of events leads to three teenaged superheroes meeting. It goes about as well as you could expect. - Work in Progress (Unpublished)

✦ [UNTITLED] (Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons) - Rise of the Guardians, Brave, Tangled, How to Train Your Dragon. A new threat has presented itself across the world, and somehow- it leads to a group of young adults coming to cross paths. - Work in Progress (Unpublished)

[A rules/guidelines of my blog will be posted separately!]

[toytanks]

i don't knoe if you're still doing the billford prompt request but how a bout Ford trying to read a book but keep getting distracted with a sleeping Bill in his lap

sorry this took awhile! 😅 i still am accepting prompts, even if i take forever to get to them haha

heres a link to the ao3 post!

Ford quickly wished Mabel goodnight, assuring her that yes, he was fine, just tired. He eventually managed to sneak into his room, away from the rest of the house. Pushing the door shut before turning to press his back to it, sliding down an inch or two, he sighed. It had been a long day.

Ford sat against the door for a moment or two before begrudgingly rising to his feet. He rolled his shoulders back and cracked his neck as he walked over to the bookshelf on the opposite side of the room. Hunching down to brush his fingertips over the spine of each book, he eventually came across an old beaten up hardcover of some mystery novel. Pulling the tome out of the shelf, he wipes 30-some years of dust off the cover and, oh yes, he realizes with a snort, he remembers this one. He’d picked it up originally only because of who wrote it, after all, it had to have been a coincidence right? He shook his head, chuckling softly to himself.

Ford lets his hand fall to his side, novel occasionally grazing his thigh. As he pulls himself into bed and gets settled, he hears a sleepy and annoyed murmur coming from somewhere next to him.

“Hey, watch it buster.” It’s Bill.

How had he not noticed the demon? He spoke softly, not wishing to disturb him more. “Sorry.”

“Uh huh.” Bill pushed himself up from under the covers to fix an irritated glare on Ford as he got himself situated. Once the man finally came to rest, Bill clambered over, positioning himself in Ford’s lap with a soft grunt.

He spared the demon a glance before cracking open the novel in his hands, pulling out the bookmark where it had been about 3 quarters of the way in in favour of starting at the beginning. He skimmed through the first few chapters, having read this particular book several times already. Occasionally, he flicked his eyes down to briefly peer at the demon before returning to the page. He smiled absently.

Hesitantly, he let one hand drop to Bill’s back, the pads of his fingers swiping briefly across the filigree etchings of his plane, the heel of his palm brushing the demon’s side. Ford smiles, eyes still fixed on the page, but then Bill rouses to peer groggily up at him.

“Hmm? What’re you gettin’ at here, Sixer?”

He startles, jerking his hand back as if burnt. “Oh! I’m sorry, I... Well, I thought you were asleep.” Ford blushes, smiling sheepishly.

For an instant, Bill gets an unreadable look in his eye, his gaze fixed on the man. The demon’s eye is wide but blank, his stare piercing, and Ford feels acutely like he’s been caught. But the moment passes when Bill yawns, stretching out almost cat-like. He pushes back into Ford’s hand, which had been hovering uselessly in the air.

“Nah, 's fine. I don’t mind.”

The demon flops back down onto Ford’s chest, shifting in place in an effort to get comfortable before murmuring into the man, “Knock yourself out, kid.”

Ford smiled, resting his hand on Bill’s back once more as he flipped his book back open, never happier to read a book for an 8th time.

[isabel3710]

Bad things happen bingo request, Missing and Presumed Dead.

In less than 24 hours you and one other person requested this. Not that I'm surprised! The other user decided to remain anonymous so I'm going with your message.

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Fandom: Gravity Falls

Prompt: Missing and Presumed Dead

Masterlist

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Initially, Dipper's absence went unnoticed. It was not unusual for Dipper to forget to call them since he was always pretty preoccupied with classes. Mabel was the only one who regularly talked with him, but due to her upcoming art project, she didn't have the time.

As soon as Mabel was done with her project she called him.

Dipper didn’t pick up. 

This was strange, but not alarming. Mabel assumed that Dipper had forgotten to charge his phone and would call her back once he saw the missed call.

He didn’t. 

After a couple of days Mabel tried calling her brother again. And just like before she didn’t get an answer. So she decided to reach out to her Grunkles and see when they last heard from her brother.

“So let me get this straight,” Mabel said, on the phone with Stan and Ford. “Neither of you have heard from Dipper in almost two weeks?”

“No,” Stan said, “we thought he got busy with his fancy college courses.” 

“I did too,” Mabel amidted, “but I’ve been calling him non-stop for the past few days and he hasn’t picked up.”

“I am sure there is nothing to worry about” Ford said “like Stan said, he’s probably busy and doesn’t have time to talk.”

“But if that was the case then he would text me and tell me he’s busy” Mabel said “just like he always does.” 

“Well my dear” Ford said “why don’t you call the police and request a wellness check?”

“That's a good idea” Mabel said “thanks Grunkle Ford.”

“Anytime.” 

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Mabel paced back and forth in her tiny dorm room, anxiously waiting for a response after calling in the wellness check. Although she knew the police were probably busy and hadn't had the chance to investigate yet, but that did nothing to calm her nerves.

Her phone ran and Mabel rushed to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hello” a male voice said “may I speak with Mabel Pines?”

“This is her.” 

“Hi, I’m Officer Green and I’m calling to follow up on the wellness check you requested.”

“Yes?” 

Officer Green seemed to hesitate for a moment “ma’am, Mason Pines is your brother. Correct?”

“Um yeah” Mabel said “though my family and I call him Dipper.” 

“Right” Officer Green said “well ma’am-”

“Mabel.” 

“Sorry, Mabel” the officer said “it seems like your brother wasn’t home and his roommate hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks.”

“That was the last time I heard from him,” Mabel said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Now normally” Officer Green said “we think that the person in question decided to leave, especially people his age.”

"Dipper isn't like that," Mabel protested. "He wouldn't drop out of school, especially without telling us."

“I believe you” he assured “we found no evidence of him leaving, at least under his own free will.” 

“So you think he was kidnapped?” Mabel’s voice was starting to shake. 

“We aren’t sure” Officer Green said “but I am going to do what I can to find out.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Mabel asked.

“Yes” the officer said “if you could come down sometime in the next couple of days we would like to interview you.”

"Okay," Mabel agreed, her mind racing. "I just need to clear it with my professors."

“If I can get their emails I can have a letter sent to excuse you from classes,” Officer Green offered kindly.

“Okay,” Mabel agreed.

After they hung up, she sat in silence for a long while, worried and fearful for her brother's safety.

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As promised by Officer Green, Mabel received an excused absence for all her classes. Although she was unaware of the contents of the emails, it didn't matter to her at the time. She hastily packed a bag and caught the first flight she could find.

Stan and Ford also flew in as soon as they heard about the wellness check results. Mabel knew that their friends in Gravity Falls would have come too if she hadn't talked them out of it. She didn't want to inconvenience anyone for something that might turn out to be nothing. And Mabel was doing her best to hope and manifest it to be nothing.

So Mabel went to the police station and met with Officer Green and talked with him for a few hours. The man wanted to know everything about Dipper and she complied. Anything to find her brother. 

There were, of course, a few things Mabel didn’t tell the officer. Things that would make her and Dipper look like crazy people but since he never asked she didn’t feel too bad about it. 

After the interview the Grunkles took Mabel out to lunch. “I’m sure he’s fine, '' Stan said for the hundredth time. “Dipper’s a strong and resilient kid.” 

Mabel just nodded, picking at her food. She knew Grunkle Stan was just as worried as the rest of them but was trying to stay strong for their benefit. 

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Days passed and during that time the three of them worked with the police to try and find any word on DIpper’s location. Then they get a call down and are asked to come down to the station. 

Officer Green leads them to a private room and had them sit down. The man doesn’t say anything as he sets the object on the table. It was a clear plastic evidence bag. 

Inside is Dipper’s pine tree hat. 

The hat had a few extra rips and stains from when Mabel last saw it but the things that caught her attention were the blood splatters. She was vaguely aware of Stan letting out a curse but couldn’t take her eyes off the hat. 

“I assume this was Mason’s?” Officer Green asked.

“Yes” Ford said, “he’s had it since he was twelve and never takes it off. Where did you find it?”

“I see,” Officer Green nodded, “we found it in a wooded area not too far from here. But this wasn’t all we found. I can show you everything we’ve found, if you’d like.”

“Yes,” Ford said, “we would like that.” 

Officer Green led them to a room where there was a long table with plastic evidence bags were all lined up. They were full of Dipper’s things. 

There were pieces of one of his shirts, ripped to shreds and covered in blood. There was his wallet and keys. There was a single shoe, chunks of his brown hair, and fragments of his other shoe. And so much more.

Officer Green let them take in the scene and gave them a sympathetic look, “we believe it was an animal attack but we’ll do some more investigating to be sure. We’ll need to do a DNA check as well.” 

Mabel was frozen in place, unable to remove her eyes from the table. She felt Stan wrap and arm around her shoulders as Ford questioned the officer. 

“Have you found a body?” He asked “or any type of human remains?”

Mabel choked and felt tears in her eyes. 

“No” the officer said “all of his belongings were scattered across the area and we have people looking for more. All of this was found over the course of a couple of days.”

“He’s dead?” Mabel’s voice was on the verge of a sob. 

“Until we find a body we can’t proclaim him to be…” Officer Green said “But we assume that yes… Mason is dead. I’m so sorry.” 

Mabel felt her knees buckle and someone caught her as she began to sob.

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Author's Note:

Not much to say about this one...

NLGQDSSHG

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