#need to make a collection of guns smile and goo’s serious expression

[melljam]

a match made in hell

[evacado3]

His princess ❣︎

joongooxreader pt1 pt2 pt3/3

Word count: 1393

When the chairman asked to see you personally, the first thought was definitely, I'm getting promoted.

This is it, after working full-time with that dimwit, I'm getting promoted~ And I might finally get a chance to work with Gun! You squealed at the thought, skipping through the hallways in delight, faintly humming a song.

In front of his door, you smoothed out your suit, a brand new one just for this exact event. Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door. But what awaited you was a little, no, a lot different to what you expected. A smug-looking man, manspreading on the couch, and the chairman sitting straightly.

"Princess, I missed you!" Goo exclaimed, not too surprised when you shot him a glare. Ngl, after working with him for nearly two weeks, it's shocking how much he grew onto you. Is this his manipulative side everyone talks about?

Maybe the gut feelings were mistaken, maybe the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when the nickname 'princess' was used, were simply all an illusion.

Oh, but he noticed, how that glare was far softer than before. How your eyes would linger on him a bit longer every time he treats you after work. How you wouldn't protest about his sickly sweet nicknames anymore, how you'd enjoy his company.

The chairman snapped you out of your trance, "Take a seat." You plopped down on the place besides Goo where his hands patted. Honestly a little confused as to why you complied without complaint. You might not catch it, but his smirk widened more seeing you so obedient.

"I don't think you've heard, but you've made quite a name for yourself, miss y/n."

You tilted your head in perplex, and why on earth was Goo gawking at you like that. Creep.

"Goo's princess."

"Pardon me?" your neck snapped towards the strict man. you couldn't find an ounce of insincerity on his emotionless face. Dead silence rang through the room till Goo's laughter burst out in amusement.

Oh lord how you were wrong, let's never underestimate your gut feeling. The butterflies are going insane upon his laughter, wait, why are my cheeks burning?

"Princess! This is unexpected, but what we're trying to say is ..."

The sentence echoed throughout the room.

"What did you say?"

"I said, what we're trying to say is, you'll stay working with me, sweet pea!"

Hold on, haha I'm so tired I'm hallucinating. Right?

Your face was blank, well more like restrained.

All you were thinking about was should you risk it by yelling in the chairman's face. Though in the end, you'd rather not lose your job. So you took a big breath, "What's the meaning of this?" you said exasperated.

Goo brushed his hair back, standing up with hands behind his back. "Well, I suggested to the chairman, since more people will be targeting you now, there's no need to change and put other people into danger! Right? Miss y/n." he announced proudly.

The first use of your name to ever fall out of his lips.

"Do you have a fever princess? You're a bit red." Goo mentioned. This man needs to stop examining you like that, with those tempting eyes. You didn't even notice he took off his glasses until you finally looked him in the eye.

"I-I'm fine, just recovering from the shock." you blurted out. "But president, does that mean I have to stick with this moro- I meant Goo, until the rumors are resolved? And without increasing my salary?" you sulked.

The man cut off Goo before he could speak, "If a raise is what you're looking for, that's already done. But about the rumors, they won't go out after a day."

To be honest, your face is more green than red. Hold on, didn't I come here just to work with my beloved jonggun, time out, what's going on.

"Please just tell me what's gonna happen." sighing loudly, you lean forwards, massaging your forehead with one hand.

"I'm going to make you collect debts with joongoo instead of jonggun."

Ok, that's it. You blew up. "Wait! Chairman please, you cannot be serious about this!" Man did your dreams just wash down the drain in front of you, yeah it did.

"Buttercup, you don't have to worry about working with me! I'm reliable you know?" Goo grinned, seeing you speechless gave him another level of refreshment.

A fly might have gotten into your mouth, but that's all nothing compared to the bullshit you've just heard. Your mouth wide open, trying to digest the info you were given.

"Hold on, so you're telling me, to work every day plus night, full-time, no rest while dealing with a fool AND putting my life on the line?"

"You're pay is increased by 50 percent."

"Deal."

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"Hey boss, it's them! Goo and his woman!"

You rolled your eyes hearing those words, crossing your arms, "Gosh could people stop saying that?"

Goo turned around to smirk at you, "I could get used to this, in fact, I think this is fantastic!" He turned back only to meet the eyes of the gang's boss. Oh how he terrified him with his menacing smile, a signature one of course.

"Jackass," you muttered under your breath.

"Hey, you give me a new nickname every time don't ya. What about hubby, or even prince char-"

"No way! There's no charming thing about you, I'll stick with my nicknames thank you. But anyway, why is the leader quivering like that?"

Something's not right.

"You've got to be kidding me.” you groaned.

The head only chuckled tensely, “M-mister Goo, you certainly are early, would you like something to drink? Or..." he scratched the back of his head. I wish I could tell him to drop that fake ass smile.

Goo checks his watch with a grimaced face, "No, we're just on time. Now if you would kindly show us what you've prepared?" he leaned towards the boss.

The leader avoided eye contact with the towering man, mumbling a few words. "Huh? I can't hear you man, hold on, you do have the money right? My schedule was delayed and I've given you guys three extra days!" he made a pissed-off face, "I was gonna grab dinner after this, so let's clear up this misunderstanding. Fast."

This doesn't usually happen frequently, the sum isn't even that difficult to make. Unless if you're not good with money, but then why would you make a gang?

Do I just have bad luck, still I'm glad I'm not wearing anything too expensive. The crew didn't look too pleased with Goo's statement, one by one they begin taking out their weapons.

"Princess, behind you~"

You sighed while murmuring some curses, lifting your arm and slamming back your clenched fist, whacking the guy's nose. Why am I always the option for a hostage? Sighing even more, you asked, "You want help?"

"Yes please cutie, but if you keep sighing like that, you'll get shorter!" The audacity of this man to insult you while fighting off people like it's such a daily thing.

Upon his mockery, you decided to just not help, walking away from the scene and ignoring his whining apologies. Instead, approaching the boss on the side, flinching when he felt your firm grip on his shoulders. What a pussy, you thought, is he shorter than me?

"Don't come near me! Guards, hey!" he shrieks, earning a loud snicker from you. "You call yourself the boss? Hey, look at me. Your guards aren't coming ok? You'll have to deal with me."

You grinned, one that sends chills down his spine, making him back off into a corner. Goo should be done soon, even if he isn't, he's gonna rush. Just to see the daunting expression on your face when you finished your job.

Then at the end of the day, he'll award you for your hard work. Even taking a nice short stroll with you, treating you some ice cream. Things like this are what makes work tolerable, it's not far-fetched to even say enjoyable. Though you'd never admit.

And he won't stop spoiling you, not until he loses interest. But maybe, just maybe those little butterflies are also fluttering in his tummy. Somethings telling him this isn't just about interest, it's a lot more.

After all, you are his princess.

[ejlovespie]

I Know You

(Part 1 of 2)

Fandom: Supernatural - Author: EJ (@ejlovespie)

Summary: The reader thinks she was stabbed by the man she loves and left to die alone.   

Reader’s Request: Can you pleaaase write a dean x reader angst+fluff+near death one shot where they have feelings for each other but they're too insecure to say anything about it, and then one day the reader is in a motel room alone waiting for dean and Sam to come back from somewhere, and suddenly shapeshifter dean comes in and stabs her multiple times and leaves her bleeding on the floor until real Dean and Sam come back.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2672

Warnings: Graphic Violence/Near Death/Fear/Angst/Insecurity/Eventual Fluff***GRAPHIC details of being stabbed and assaulted. Do NOT read if violence and descriptions of assault (sexual comments and being thrown onto a bed) are a trigger for you. ***

A/N: Thank you for the request Anon!! This one was tough to write but I really hope you enjoy it. I am SO SORRY it took so long. Any feedback is greatly appreciated and any mistakes are mine. Also, I broke this up into 2 parts because it was getting very long. Thank you for reading! :) 

Reader’s POV

The loud knock on the motel room door made your heart skip a beat. Sam and Dean had left a few hours ago to talk to a witness and left you in your room to do research. Excitement at seeing Dean made your heart beat faster and a smile spread across your face. Jumping up from the desk chair, you quickly grabbed the bottle of perfume you had left on the dresser. Spritzing the air, you floated through the flowery scent before reaching the door. Taking a deep breath, you turned the knob. 

Dean stood there, leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in tight jeans, boots, a t-shirt, and a jacket. For a second, you noticed the necklace he always wore around his neck was missing. Before you could ask about it, your eyes went to his, causing the smile on your face to fall. His eyes were so dark they looked black. Taking a step back, your heart started beating faster in fear. Dean was sneering at you in a way you had never seen before; it was almost...demonic. Instinct told you this man wasn’t the one you knew and loved and full on panic gripped you when you saw the tip of a knife poking out of his jacket sleeve. For a moment, time stood still before speeding up too fast.

Taking another, larger step back into your room, you tried slamming the door but Dean lunged at you. He simultaneously grabbed your wrists and trapped you in a tight embrace while kicking the door shut with his boot. An ugly growl escaped from his throat before he violently flung you onto the small bed. He quickly turned to lock the door and bolt the chain before whirling around to face you again. His eyes lit up when he saw you pull a gun from the bedside drawer. Shock and hurt made your voice shake when you asked, “Dean, why are you doing this? What’s the matter with you?” A smile you had never seen before took over his face then. It was too wide, manic even, and full of malicious intent. “I’m giving you what you wanted, you little whore. I’m finally going to stick it in you.” 

Faster than you thought was possible, he lunged at you again. The gun was torn from your hands and tossed across the room before Dean’s heavy weight was thrown on top of you. You gasped when his knee landed in between your thighs. You could feel every inch of his large body crushing you and you gasped for breath. You fought him, trying to push him off, slapping him everywhere you could before he pinned both of your wrists in one big hand. Tears pricked your eyes when he leaned in and inhaled a spot on your neck where your perfume clung to your skin. When you tried to kick out, his knee came up fast making you cry out in pain and shock. You had never been kneed so hard in your most sensitive area. You whimpered and twisted away in disgust when Dean’s tongue darted out to lick your exposed cleavage. 

“Dean, stop!” The tears you were fighting spilled over when he bit your neck hard enough to draw blood. You screamed as he pulled the knife out and plunged it into your stomach. You stared into his eyes, glowing with lust and hatred as he pulled the knife out and continued to stab you repeatedly. Agony had you begging and pleading for him to stop, to get help, but he didn’t listen. After what seemed like an eternity, your vision started to fade as red hot pain turned into numbness. Soon after you lost consciousness, the shapeshifter changed and slipped out of the room, leaving you to die.  

Dean’s POV

They were held up with their interview. What should have taken forty five minutes turned into two hours of waiting for their guy to show up. Deciding to come back tomorrow, Dean had dropped Sam off at the library and headed back to the motel. He hated leaving Y/N alone for so long. He wondered if she was hungry..and if she missed him like he missed her. Maybe they could go and grab some food at the diner they passed coming in. Pulling into the parking lot, anxiety had Dean lunging out of the impala when he saw Y/N’s room’s door was ajar. Her car was parked right out front so he knew she hadn’t left. His gut twisted as he ran across the parking lot only to sink when he saw her. She was laying still on the bed, drenched in her own blood. Darting to her, he checked the pulse in her neck and silently thanked God when he felt a tiny beat. Briefly, he thought about calling 911 and waiting for an ambulance but he was afraid she wouldn’t make it. Not knowing what else to do, he picked up her lifeless body as gently as possible and ran out of the room. Laying limp in his arms, Dean swiped hair out of Y/N’s face before kissing her cheek.  

“Hang tight for me baby. I’m going to get you help. You're going to be fine.”  

Dean carefully placed her in the backseat before whipping the car out of the lot and driving as fast as possible to the hospital. The drive and the events that came after were a blur. A mixture of emotions threatened to break Dean as he pushed down any and every thought that wasn’t related to Y/N pulling through and being okay. She was going to be fine. She was strong, so damn strong. She would fight and live to tell him the name of the son of a bitch that hurt her. He would make this right. Although he didn’t remember calling, Sam showed up and barraged him with a dozen questions. 

“Dean! What happened? Where is Y/N? Is she okay? Has the doctor come out yet?”

In a haze, Dean tried to think back and remember. He was sitting in the waiting room but they had rushed Y/N into emergency surgery as soon as he stumbled into the lobby with her in his arms. Looking at his watch, he realized that had been hours ago. 

“I don’t know anything Sammy. I pulled up to the motel and her door was open. When I went inside...she was on the bed. I..I didn’t look at the room or anything; I just grabbed her and drove straight here. Nobody has come out yet.” 

Dropping back down in the chair, he buried his face in his hands. He couldn’t stop seeing her. Couldn’t stop reliving that moment where he thought she was dead. His beautiful, smart, brave Y/N, soaked in blood and paler than the sheets she had been laying on. Gritting his teeth, he silently vowed to find the son of a bitch that did this to her and make him suffer. He didn’t hear Sam sit down beside him or pay attention to anything else in the waiting room. He just sat, fearful and angry and prayed to a God he wasn’t sure he believed in. 

Hours later, a doctor stepped out and called for ‘Trisha Randalphs family.’ Sam and Dean both jumped up at the sound of one of Y/N’s aliases and ran over to the doctor. With a serious expression he asked, “Are you Trisha’s family?” Dean rushed out, “I’m her husband.” At the time as Sam, who said, “I’m her brother.” Looking tired, the doctor introduced himself and explained how ‘Trisha’ was currently stable but had very serious wounds. The surgery she underwent was lengthy and she fought hard for her life. Dean lost focus after that. Y/N was alive and that was all he needed to know. The doctor had gone on about details of the surgery and how she was in an induced coma for the time being. At some point, the doctor walked away and Dean headed for the exit, Sam hot on his heels. 

“Dean! Where are you going?”

Without answering, they walked quickly out of the hospital and headed for the impala. When they reached the car and they both saw the back seat covered in Y/N’s dry blood, Dean’s chest tightened. He breathed in and out of his nose before slamming a fist down on the hood of the car. Rage was the only emotion Dean felt as he threw the door open and sped off towards the motel again. Fortunately, the motel was rundown and didn’t have a very attentive maintenance person. The room was exactly how Dean left it. Beside him, Sam made a sound in his throat. Forcing himself to focus and not imagine Y/N here, Dean looked around the small space for clues. He noticed a bottle of perfume on the dresser and picked it up for a moment before setting it back down. He wanted to uncap it and smell her but didn’t want his brother to see him do it. 

“Dean, over here.” 

Sam was crouched on the floor on the opposite side of the bed. Dean walked over to see him poking at a familiar pile of goo. Dean knelt down next to him and grimaced. Knowing it was a shifter who mutilated his girl was helpful but he also knew how tricky they were to find after they had shifted. They looked around a bit longer before collecting Y/N’s things and heading back to the hospital. 

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They were there for several days before Y/N finally woke up. Sam had gone back and forth from the motel and the hospital but Dean had stayed with Y/N the whole time. Once the doctor’s had informed them she could wake up at any time, Dean knew he had to stay and be there for when she opened her eyes. They called Bobby for some help so he and Sam were working the case and trying to find the shifter. When Y/N woke up, Dean was sitting by her bed, holding her hand in his larger one. When she finally came to and turned to face him, Dean’s relief and happiness immediately changed to anxiety. When she looked at him, fear filled her eyes. To Dean’s surprise, she tugged her hand away and started gasping for breath. A nurse ran in, shoving past him, to check on Y/N. She was gasping and yelling, “No! Please! Stop!” The nurse, an older woman, tried calming her with soothing words while she administered something into her IV bag. A few seconds later, Y/N was limp again. 

Panicked, Dean demanded, “What did you give her?!” The nurse gave him a sad smile before saying, “It’s just a sedative to keep her calm until her wounds are healed. You’re the husband right? Just give her some time. She has gone through a very traumatic experience.” She patted his cheek before stepping out of the room again. Dean fell back into the chair and grabbing Y/N’s hand, brought her fingers to his lips. Feeling lost and scared he kissed her skin and begged her to be okay.

They were there for a week longer than planned. Sam and Bobby had finished up the case and were now fully hunting the shifter. The problem was the trail went cold. Other than the few clues they had already looked into, the only person that could bring more information to the table was Y/N. Unfortunately, the few times she had woken, she had taken one look at Dean and broken down so bad she had to be sedated. Eventually, Sam had been there instead of Dean, suggesting to his brother that he go take a shower. Y/N had woken and smiled when she saw Sam. 

“Hey, there she is. How do you feel?”

Holding out a cup of water, Sam helped Y/N take a sip through the straw before sitting back down. 

In a cracked voice she responded, “I feel like my insides were ripped out and then shoved back inside of me...but somehow i’m alive.” A tear slipped down her cheek when she continued, “Sam..I remember everything. I don’t know how and I wish I didn’t but I do..Dean..but not Dean..attacked me. It looked just like him but I know it wasn’t him.” 

Sam stared at her for a minute while he processed the new information. “It was a shifter. We found it’s..skin, on the floor in your room. It definitely wasn’t Dean, he was with me and you know he would never do this to you.” More tears were streaming down her face as she closed her eyes and nodded. “I know. I can’t help it though. When I look at his face..I see that monster. It was..awful Sam.” Her voice broke saying the last sentence and Sam reached out to hold her hand as she sobbed.

Dean watched his brother and Y/N from the hallway. He heard their conversation and the familiar rage rose up again. The shapeshifter had attacked her while wearing his face. No wonder she had been terrified each time she saw him..That thought made the rage and constant fear he had been burying turn into pain. Would they ever get past this? Would Y/N ever be able to look at him without seeing her attacker? Marching out of the hospital, he dialed Bobby’s phone number. He was going to find this thing and make it pay.

To Be Continued. 

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[pinewreaths]

No Place Like Home

Part of Angstmas 2017

“Mabel, is that what I think it is?”

Dipper was staring at the blue woolen object protruding from one end of Mabel’s backpack. They had already unpacked most of the souvenirs they’d collected this summer from Gravity Falls and the surrounding woods, but Dipper suddenly realized that Mabel had been acting awfully careful and antsy around him when unloading her own pack.

It was a Wednesday evening, and they had already finished their chores for the day. Unpacking had been low on the priority list compared to finishing off the assigned summer reading, meeting with visiting friends and family, and catching up on the Ducktective reboot series.

A bit of reluctant shuffling later, and Dipper was sitting, jaw hanging open, as his sister laid out the remaining “souvenirs” she had collected: the size-altering flashlight, its crystal still twinkling even in the dim lights; a tape measure with a triangular infinity symbol on it, humming with what Dipper had long-theorized to be a miniaturized fusion power cell; and a roughly three-foot-square rug, cut and slightly uneven on two edges, but still crackling with static power as she revealed it.

Altogether, Mabel had collected what were probably the only three separate, man-portable devices they had come across in their adventures that could rewrite the laws of reality in not-insignificant ways.

A brief thought passed by about what could have happened had they reacted while being crammed together and jostled through the long bus ride home. He whimpered softly, and then forced himself to take a calming breath.

“We need to take it back.” Mabel gave him a shocked look, trying to summon offence at his statement but merely getting partway there and instead looking angry and guilty all at once.

“What, take it back?” She gestured at the collected items. “Dip, these are like some of the coolest stuff we found all summer that first year! What, you don’t want to have some fun with them at home?”

She grinned. “Like, you could try that shrinking chair trick on Mom and Dad’s dining room set, like you were showing me you’d read about, only this time you don’t have to be a master carpenter to reduce the size by ten percent each day.”

Dipper nodded, rubbing the sparse stubble on his chin while his interior thoughts tried to avoid letting him cackle aloud. Still, Mabel could see the tiny shift in expression, and she smiled.

“Or we could use the time-tape to go on a vacation; spend a week strolling the beaches of a pre-civilization Oakland shoreline, and get back before five minutes have passed with no-one the wiser.”

He nodded again, this time with even more enthusiasm. High school wasn’t hard, per say, but it was draining and a lazy and relaxing getaway seemed like a godsend to catch up on his much-missed sleep.

“And the rug?” He looked towards it, and Mabel’s voice became slightly quieter.

“I, uh, was thinking maybe we could try a day in each-other’s shoes?

Dipper couldn’t place the odd note in her voice, but just nodded carefully. “Uh, ok, but didn’t you say you’d been having a really rough start to this school year?”

She shrugged. “No harder than you’ve been describing, from the sounds of it.” She gave her brother finger-guns and a toothy grin. “I’ll manage.”

Dipper grinned back. “Wanna try that one first, and start out the chair-shrinking tomorrow night?” She nodded, and after carefully unfurling the tiny footrug, they both took each-other’s hand and began shuffling around on the fabric.

There was a flash of blue light, and a shout of triumph.

So far, Dipper’s day had been fine. He had probably gotten some weird looks in art, as the teacher kept giving him glances and asking questions that he soon realized were designed to direct him into leading the class in an activity, or at least raise the general enthusiasm of the otherwise-sleepy morning class.

Two of her classmates, now Dipper’s temporary classmates, snickered behind their hands, and he could feel the heat race up his face in embarrassment. Nicole and...Judy? He struggled to recall, since he didn’t share a class with either of them that he could remember..

Dipper felt like he was three inches tall, and spent the rest of the class buried as far into his sweater as he could manage. Mabel would be a day behind, but he couldn’t engage anyone for right now, and had to just hope she could compensate.

She likes being the center of attention, but every day? Man, nobody can be that perky all the time. She would have to- Dipper suddenly recalled times where his sister was quiet, distant at lunch together, and wondered if he had found out why she always deflected, never talked about why she was-

Oh shit, lunch!

He grabbed his backpack, practically sprinting to the cafeteria, but Mabel, or at least Mabel in his body, didn’t show for first five minutes, then ten. After minute fifteen hit, he began munching on his packed sandwich, when a flash of remembrance hit.

“Oh right, Ensemble practices,” he said to himself.

Poor sis.

She tried. She really, really tried, but it seemed the more effort she put into it, the worse the results were.

Making a noise that sounded like an exasperated sigh transformed through careful avoidance of possibly insulting a student, their band director, Mr. Jameson, waved his hand.

“Again, if you please. Remember, wet your lips, stay in the middle of the reed, and keep the air pressure steady, and we can hopefully avoid more squeaks.”

Mabel did her best to ignore the stares from other band members and glares from fellow clarinet players, and tried as best as she could.

Over the course of the hour-long rehearsal, she continued to try.

In the neighborhood adjacent to the high school, a cat began yowling back in response.

Finally, after what felt like a pair of eternities, she was done.Re-emerging into the sunlight, Mabel noticed the empty cafeteria, and a gurgle of her stomach reminded her of the time.

Shoot, missed lunch with Dip. Hope his afternoon is going okay, she thought as she peeled open her yogurt container.

“Well well well, look at the little slag who was hiding in here.”

Dipper glanced up from where he had been washing his face. A misadventure with the eyeball they had dissected in science class had ejected some clear goo back onto him. Despite the insistence of the giggling teacher, he hadn’t found the experience “humorous,” and the class seemed somewhat surprised that he had insisted on running off to get cleaned off rather than just sitting and joking about having sheep eyeball gloop on his face.

It had been exhausting trying to keep his head up. Everyone seemed to expect him to be happy, laughing, joking, all the time. It was earning him weird looks, but Dipper ran out of the trademark Mabel smile-power after the first three periods, and had spent most of the day neutral, or perhaps his slightly aggravated normal resting expression.

And now, on top of all that, he had to deal with this. Still, after dealing with a demonic pyramid before he was even thirteen, the idea two jerks could scare him was laughable even to-

“So, slag, still got the hots for him, eh?”

“Who?” Dipper barely cared: Mabel had a boyfriend a month. None seemed to last long enough to bother committing to memory, and she was between boyfriends at the moment when he had asked her last evening. The girl, Judy, I think, had begun to smirk.

“Who else? Same one as always.” Same one? His brow creased in confusion. Mabel’s longest boyfriend had been her on-again-off-again penpal setup with Mermando, and even that was clearly not a serious thing once she’d gotten the first waterlogged postcard at home. Other than that, he doubted a single guy had lasted more than two months in direct exposure to the full zanyness of his sister. There just wasn’t anyone-

“Earth to perv-girl?” Fingers were snapped in front of his face, and he started.

Judy’s smirk continued as Nicole joined in as well. “Doy? Man, you’ve been crushing on him for at least five years, and you forgot your own brother’s name?”

Dipper felt his chest lurch.

Nicole saw the realization in his eyes, and pressed onwards. “Like, we all knew something was up when you made him that dweeby valentine, but man, you make it obvious.” She began counting, ticking off a list on her manicured nails. “Staring at him like a lovesick puppy every time you see him in the hall; writing a novel every time there’s a writing assignment about siblings; and of course, that time we heard you, heh, moaning out…’Dipper, oh Dipper’”

Her tone was mocking, but beneath the naked surprise and worry, Dipper could feel a flutter stirring. She felt the-the same way? I had always thought it was gross, something I should never think about, but it always seemed to spring back, like the idea was stronger than it would have been for something not real.

He took in a slow breath, and his mind pulled forward the memory of last night, kneeling in front of a mirror while nude, his hands exploring new sensations and feelings, no longer constrained to his mind’s eye.

Afterwards he had almost cried, the shame burning in his gut like a parasitic worm, but now?

Now I wonder if she had done the same.

Judy made a retching noise. “Ugh, you fucking pervy slag! You’re fantasizing about him right now, aren’t you?” Dipper’s silence was betrayed by a slight flush, and the two girls just fake-gagged again. “You are! You going to go run off and jump on your brother’s dick now, you incestuous cow?”

Dipper didn’t meet their eyes, the flush of feelings and worries and excitements and guilt all mashing together into a trainwreck he couldn’t untangle. He felt his breath catch and his eyes water, and he felt as much as heard the two girls spit on his sweater.

“Fucking trash right here, eh? You sick fuck, don’t bother getting up till we’re gone.” She turned away, but then turned back as if a spare thought had struck her.

“And remember, you say shit? You complain that we’re reminding you not to jump your brother and fuck out a little retarded half-kid? We tell everybody, and I mean fucking everybody, exactly what a depraved bitch you really are.”

She grinned, her too-perfect teeth perfectly white in the fluorescent light. “Toodles.”

They stalked out, the door snapping shut behind them. Dipper just went into a stall, slumped heavily on one of the toilets, and cried.

Mabel practically dragged him onto the rug, saying something about “I’ve had enough being stubbly, please and thank you.” There was a shuffle, a flash of light, and Dipper felt the familiar feelings of his old body once more.

There seemed to be a slight ringing in his ears, but he barely cared. He still felt numb, and Mabel sat next to him with a look of concern. The twin spit-stains had been carefully scrubbed off and out of the sweater, and dried so they were invisible, but glancing over to his sister Dipper thought he could still see them clear as day.

“Dip? What’s up?”

He sighed, and was quiet for a long moment. Then he muttered “I met Judy and Nicole today.”

It was like he had stung Mabel with a cattle prod. She stiffened, and said nothing. He could only imagine the flood of emotions running through her head as she slowly said “Sooo, what did you think of my, uh, ‘friends’?” She said the name with air quotes with her fingers, and he snorted with amusement before going quiet again, collecting his thoughts.

Finally he steeled himself, resolving to cut past all the bullshit rather than dance around the subject. “Mabes, do-do you really have feelings for me?”

Her breath caught, and as he looked to her face she looked away. When she spoke, her head was still twisted away from him, and she said in almost a whisper “Wou-would it be so bad if I did?”

He grinned, and reached out to grasp her hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he went to interlace his fingers through hers, and her head slowly turned, disbelief and joy and confusion and excitement in equal parts dancing across her features.

“Nope. Not in the slightest.” After a moment, he grinned back. “Mabes, I really like-love you, too.”

She let out a short breath of surprise and shock, a huge grin still plastered across her face. Dipper leaned forward, to give her a small peck if she wanted; besides his mother and grandmother and a single merman, Dipper had never really kissed anyone, and he decided not to overdo it in case Hollywood had been wrong about technique and he just made a fool of himself.

Mabel, however, nearly lunged forward, meeting his lips with hers in a loving and prolonged kiss, before he felt her lips part slightly as she took part of his lip inter her mouth. She giggled, pulling back and smiling as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“So, um, can I just be the first one to say-” she stuck her fingers into the air and wiggled a little dance “-Yaaaay!”

Dipper grinned, feeling warmth suffusing his entire being, but a nugget of fear and anxiety remained. Mael noticed as his expression fell somewhat, and then hers fell as well.

“Yeah, those two…” She sighed, then shrugged. “We’ll need to be super-careful, Dip, but I do worry about those two jerkwads.” She met his gaze, biting her lip. “I mean, what if they find out their hunch was right?”

Dipper patted her knee absent-mindedly, his thoughts racing. “We’ll figure something out.”

That night, as Mabel curled up against him, Dipper carefully extricated himself from the covers. She groaned in her sleep, a little whimpering noise that made him smile a bit before he steeled himself to the task.

It’s going to be an ugly few years, if my estimates are correct, but it’ll be worth it.

He pulled out a specific item from their bundle, an old winter balaclava, and rummaging for a bit, found the perfect plastic doll on Mabel’s shelves.

Then he pulled the time-tape, and disappeared in a flash of light.

The kindergarten class was just getting started; names had been passed around, a few songs had been sung, and now it was quiet time for the kids to “make a new friend” from among their classmates.

The teacher had encouraged Dipper and Mabel to find different friends, despite being in the same class. They hadn’t been pleased, but had eventually agreed, and Dipper could see his past self in a corner of the room as he glanced through the doorway.

The fake beard itched, and the gaudy red sunglasses were even worse, but Grunkle Stan had managed to instill in Dipper that the best disguise was one that covered major identifying facial features, and an obtuse characteristic that was false, and ideal for fixation.

Hence, the hippie-era sunglasses.

He made himself busy, acting as a “parent” volunteer, but kept an eye on Mabel and the equally-young Judy and Nicole. Sure enough, he could see them starting to push over his sister, saying something mean that was causing her to almost cry.

Dipper leaned forward, placing the grotesque plastic doll right behind the girls. He gently tapped a shoulder before turning, his back to them as they discovered the hideous winged creature of the doll. There was a shriek, and as the girls looked up to the teacher, Dipper flicked on the flashlight up his sleeve. In a subtle shower of pink light, the doll vanished to the microscopic scale. He savored a few minutes of the girls swearing it had been there a minute ago, then excused himself into the hallway.

A flash of blue light, and he had the doll in-hand once more. The memory of having it removed from his pocket earlier formed, but Dipper had learned not to worry too much about the paradox aspect of it; although Ford would never admit to it, the paradox issues tended not to be too severe of an issue at all so long as you didn't think too hard about it and didn’t try to fix it.

He appeared in classrooms for kindergarten, then early elementary, then late. Each time, when the two bullies would pick on his twin, Dipper enlarged the doll, making it larger each time, vanishing it as soon as they called for help or someone else would easily see.

While memories in a paradox were easily the strongest only for the tape-wielder, an echo of the memories still persisted in others as well, and each time the screams got louder, more shrill, terrified, frantic. Once or twice someone would catch a glimpse of the doll, but a search never produced the actual doll after he had shrunken it to the size of a dust mote.

In fifth grade, as they giggled and fished out a huge valentine made from other cards from the recycle bin, on top of the existing pile of discarded cards from the other classmates, he enlarged the doll much larger than before. It went from being the size of his hand to huge, tall enough to cast a distinct shadow over the two. They both froze; Nicole started to cry a little, still refusing to turn around, but then Dipper shrank the doll after a long half-minute and vanished alongside it.

The jaunts continued, skipping through time until he finally reached the fateful day. The girls had almost sprinted out of the bathroom, breaking into a pile of malicious giggles as Mabel’s tears could be heard from within the restroom.

“Oh my gawd, did you hear her? She totally does have a thing for her-”

Dipper struck. In a flash, a black cotton bedsheet was thrown as both girls were reduced to the size of beetles. Careful to avoid crushing them, Dipper wrapped the sheet around to keep them trapped, as their high-pitched screams and shouted curses were almost inaudible.

Then he dropped the doll into the ball of clothing, and the screams cut off as quickly as they began. Moving his head to the fabric near where the figure came to a rest, he hissed in the most angry voice he could summon “If you ever do this again, I will find you.” He gave the bag a gentle shake. “I will trap you.” He shook the bag again.

“And I will crush your bones beneath my teeth.”

A final shake, and then he gently laid them out onto the sidewalk and enlarged them. Nicole was unconscious, her wrist at an unnatural angle, but Judy was conscious, eyes clenched shut, whimpering. Whisking the blanket away, Dipper vanished in the tape’s blue flare before she could open her eyes to see what had happened.

Morning came, and with it Dipper was more tired than he had ever felt before. By his reckoning, almost a year and a half had elapsed last night, but it was worth it.

As Mabel finished pulling on her sweater for the day and gave Dipper a warm smile tinged with the worry from last night, he just yawned and smiled, handing her the doll.

Mabel just cocked her head in confusion, and Dipper grinned.

“Think of it as jerk repellant.”

She cocked her head again, but just shrugged and tucked the doll into her purse with the owlish, milky-white and too-large-eyed face sticking out. Tucking her arm through his, the twins walked downstairs into the newest chapter of their lives.

Together.

Prompt from @bizarrejoe: Glad you're back again. Here my request for this angstmas: After coming back from GF, dipper and Mabel brought back souvenirs, like the time traveling tape and the size altering torch, and well a cutout of the body swapping rug. After a discussion, they decide to use it to experience each other's life. They realize that they didn't imagine the kind of hell each other went through on their daily lives.