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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 7 months ago

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For: @strawberriesinbloom

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Pairing: Bill Cipher and Stanford Pines

(Merry Late Christmas my friend from your Secret Santa ❤️ :) I know it's a little late, but I hope you enjoy this going into the New Year ❤️ 😁)

(This does not have a set season from the show ❤️ :))

Ford was in his lab, working away at his newest invention. His goal was to make tiny canisters of All-in-One Spray the Pine twins could carry to ward off any weirdness in Gravity Falls. Well . . . Most of the weirdness anyway.

Dipper's was just about done, he just had to test it. However, he decided to add a tiny splash of rainbow colored glitter to Mabel's and needed to ensure the nossle would not clog when used.

As he worked, the only sounds he could hear were the movement of his tools mixed with the background hum of machinery.

When the gray haired inventor looked up, the clock nearby read 2:15 am.

He should go to bed, but the late hour meant Ford could work uninterrupted with no distractions.

An unfamiliar breeze made him jerk around. Something had caused a faint gust of wind to stir his nearby coat.

"Odd," Ford commented as he raised an eyebrow.

The gray haired inventor stepped over to where the coat was hanging, still fluttering in whatever breeze had found its way into his lab. When he pushed the coat aside, his jaw dropped and his eyes went wide.

The wall behind his coat had a long tall crack in it that opened up into an odd world where everything was flipped. The sky was an unnatural shade of green, the grass blowing in the breeze was a light blue, and even the flower stalks had heads of white cottony clouds while bright yellow sunflowers floated in the sky above. Even the breeze blowing by felt freezingly cold in contrast to the warm environment.

Ford took a few cautious steps into the world, rubbing away a few stray goosebumps on his arm. "This place . . . what is it?"

The gray haired inventor stopped to pick up a cloud flower.

"Strange." He rubbed his chin. "Who could have made this?"

Suddenly, invisible restraints grabbed all four of Ford's limbs as a static sounding voice shouted out, "Ah-ha!"

The cloud flower dropped to the ground as Ford felt himself being lifted into the air. One giant flaming eye popped into existence right in front of the startled inventor.

"Bill," the gray haired inventor ground out.

"Hello to you too Stanford." A loud pop occurred and the eye molded into a familiar looking yellow triangle. "Welcome to my Flip-Flop world. Ha-ha! Get it? Flip-flop."

Ford glared at him.

"Wow, tough crowd. Well, you can't win em all."

"What do you want Bill?" The gray haired inventor countered with a scowl.

"Easy." Bill Cipher snapped his fingers, causing a sphere to appear in his hand and project images as he spoke. "I want you to join forces with me so we can get unlimited powers."

"Never."

"See, I knew you were going to say that." The sphere immediately disappeared. "So I've prepared a deal."

Immediately, Ford was yanked back down to the ground where he was effectively pinned by the restraints. "Deal?"

"Yes." Bill floated down next to him. "You see, I've been taking some notes during my time here in Gravity Falls and I stumbled across something that I think would be most persuasive."

Ford raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"And it involves these big guys."

The ground around the gray haired inventor rumbled before four sets of large blueish hands popped up on either side of him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ford demanded as his eyes darted back and forth between the sets of hands.

"Oh that's right. You never got to see." Bill held up another flaming ball for the gray haired inventor to watch. "Well, allow me to show you."

Ford watched as Mabel and Dipper wrestled with each other across the ground. The situation wouldn't have looked odd coming from two siblings, but the unnatural shade of yellow in Dipper's eyes made Ford's stomach sink.

"You possessed my nephew?" The gray haired inventor demanded.

"Yeah, yeah, more than once." Bill Cipher moved the ball closer. "But you're missing the best part."

Ford was forced to watch as possessed Dipper pinned Mabel underneath him. However, Mabel managed to get the upper hand by wiggling a few fingers into different spots on her brother.

Immediately, Dipper fell to the ground laughing and Mabel was able to escape.

Ford breathed a sigh of relief. "Good work Mabel."

"The rest of it's not important." Bill made the ball disappear once more.

"And what would your deal be?"

"Easy. You work with me, or I make your time here a ticklish nightmare."

The hands around Ford started to lower. His eyes went wide for a moment before steeling over once more. "I'll never join you."

"Suit yourself."

The gray haired inventor squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for an onslaught.

Which means he was caught by surprise when only one set of hands brushed against either side of his neck.

A small squeak escaped his lips before he pressed them together, desperately trying to keep everything in.

"Aw, look at you trying to be all tough," Bill mocked coo, his voice now much closer than before. "But don't worry, I'll make you break soon enough."

Ford jumped when another set of hands joined in on his sides and the first pair moved up to trace his ears. The laughter building inside of him was getting increasingly difficult to hold back.

"Hmm, still not breaking?"

"G-go t-to---to . . ."

"Wow, I'm 'shaking in my boots'." Bill made another set of hands pull off Ford's shoes. "Ha-ha, get it? 'Shaking in my boots'?"

One hand gathered both of Ford's big toes before pushing them back so the second hand could have uninterrupted access to both of his soles.

The gray haired inventor found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than those hands attacking. He was grinning so much that a few tiny giggles slipped through his clenched teeth.

A memory of him and Stan flashed through his mind.

"Hmm, tough nut to crack I see," Bill mused. "But I do wonder if maybe you share certain similarities with a certain someone."

Ford's eyes shot open when the last set of hands dug into his exposed armpits. That broke the dam.

Loud, booming cackles rushed out of Ford's mouth and into the space around him. It had been over a decade since someone had tickled him and he had forgotten just how sensitive certain spots were.

"Ahhh, there's that sweet sweet laughter. Surprised you'd break that easily. Given your 'tough guy' persona and all."

Ford was laughing too hard to respond.

"So Stanford, how's my deal sounding now?" Bill asked as he paused the hands.

The gray haired inventor caught his breath as his laughter calmed. "Ihi wihill never join yohou."

"Wrong answer."

The hands near Ford's armpits picked the torture back up again. They felt exactly like Stan's hands digging into his sweet spot.

"It's just you and me Stanford," Bill interjected. "I could keep this up for days and you'd never know the difference."

The gray haired inventor yanked on his restraints, but they held firm.

Bill pulled the hands back once more. "So, what'll it be?"

Ford caught his breath once more. "St-stihill . . . Still a noho."

Bill Cipher crossed his arms. "I see. Perhaps I'm being too hard on you."

The hands disappeared then something else popped up instead.

Ford's eyes went wide.

"Maybe I need to 'soften' my touch."

"NO!" The gray haired inventor lost it when dozens of feathers descended on him.

They slipped under his sweater and up his pant legs. Several sawed their ways in between his toes while another swirled itself deep into his belly button. Still two more sought to torture his ears.

Their soft feathery touches were everywhere.

Meanwhile, Bill had summoned a pair of sunglasses and one of those foldable tanning mirrors that directed the greenish sun toward his face. He had relaxed into a reclined position with the items in place. "Tik-tok Stanford. This aaall ends with you."

Even through his frenzied laughter, the gray haired inventor shook his head.

"I'm impressed." Bill Cipher made his items vanish. "But I'm also a bit bored."

All but one of the feathers disappeared.

As Ford sagged in relief, Bill took the remaining feather in his hand before making it grow much larger.

Another rumble and this time one hand and a pair of lips popped out of the ground.

"This little number I saw on my visit to the Big Apple." Bill floated down closer to the gray haired inventor. "Let's see if it works on you too."

Ford raised one tired eyebrow at the lips. "And whahat wihill these doho. Sing horriblehele shohow tunes at mehe?"

"No way. That's my job!"

The hand Ford had forgotten about pulled up his sweater.

Bill Cypher elbowed the lips. "This bad boy is used for something else."

The gray haired inventor's eyes went wide again as memories of his brother flashed in his mind once more.

Meanwhile, Bill summoned a microphone as he floated down near Ford's feet.

With a snap of the yellow triangle's fingers, the summoned lips blew raspberries into Ford's stomach.

The gray haired inventor burst into loud laughter once more. That was a move Stan hadn't pulled on him since they were teens and boy did it tickle more than he remembered.

In fact, it pulled several snorts out of him as the lips jumped from one spot on his stomach to another spot to another.

Meanwhile, Bill added to the torture by dragging his feather along both of Ford's feet with one hand while singing some sort of musical number into the summoned microphone he held with the other. However, he purposefully changed the lyrics to ones about tickling just to mess with Ford.

The gray haired inventor was in stitches as he kept snorting adorably.

Finally, when Bill finished his song, all the items disappeared, leaving just the two of them once more.

Bill bowed to an imaginary audience. "Thank you folks! I'll be here for aaall eternity."

Ford glared weakly as the triangle moved closer.

"And you will to. Unless you agree to our deal."

"Ihi . . . I . . ."

"Yeeeees?"

"Ihi . . ." Ford smirked. "Wihill neveher join yohou."

In Bill's distracted state, he hadn't noticed the gray haired inventor was clutching something in his palm. Ford took a deep breath before clicking the button on top.

A blast of rainbow glitter infused All-in-One Spray shot directly into the annoying triangle's eye.

Bill screamed in pain.

The restraints holding Ford dropped, letting the weakened inventor jump to his feet and wobbly run away with his shoes in his hands.

The green sky shifted to a deep dark crimson red and the lush blue grass all gave way to a dark black landscape that looked like death had swept through. The flowers floating in the sky dropped to the ground like dead weights, forcing Ford to weave through the chaos.

Up ahead, he saw it. The crack connecting this world to his lab.

It was slowly closing so Ford pushed himself harder.

Just when it looked like he wouldn't make it, the gray haired inventor leapt.

He soared through the closing crack and into the safety of his lab, knocking over the coat rack, a chair, and several other objects in the process.

Panting heavily, Ford dragged himself away from the wall and into a corner. He'd made it.

A war like yell came from the stairs.

Ford lifted his head in time to see his brother Stan jump into the lab, swinging a baseball bat. He was dressed in a familiar pair of blue striped shorts and white tank top. His hair was skewed and his glasses were crooked. He didn't even have time to shove on his slippers before rushing down.

"Alright! Whoever you are!" Stan swung the bat in multiple directions. "Get out of my house!"

Next to come into the lab was Mabel, screaming with her grappling hook over her head.

Dipper came last, brandishing one of the dictionaries from upstairs as a weapon. "Give up bad guys, or I will define you into oblivion!"

He may have been the last one in, but Dipper was the first to spot the inventor tucked away in the corner of his lab. "Grunkle Ford!"

Stan's head whipped around. As soon as he saw his brother, he dropped the baseball bat and ran over to him.

Ford took the outstretched hand. "I'm alright."

"Where are they Poindexter?" Stan demanded.

"I don't know."

Mabel hurried over with her grappling hook. "Which way did they go?"

Ford looked around his lab. "I'm not sure."

"Do you know who it was atleast?" Dipper asked next.

". . . Bill Cipher."

Stan growled as he faced the lab once more. "Where are ya, you little triangle freak!"

"It's alright Stan." The gray haired inventor squeezed his brother's shoulder. "He's long gone by now."

"He'd better be."

Mabel moved closer to him. "Did he hurt you Grunkle Ford?"

"No Mabel. I'm fine."

"Whew!" Dipper put a hand to his chest. "From the way you were screaming, we thought someone was trying to murder you."

The gray haired inventor was shocked. "Screaming? You could hear all that?"

"Not hard to," Stan continued. "We woke up, heard you, and came running down here."

"Bill must have heard us coming and got spooked away," Mabel commented before shooting her grappling hook mere centimeters above her brother's head.

Dipper snatched it away. "I doubt that's what it was Mabel."

"You don't know that!"

As the two went back and forth, Ford's eyebrows went up while he looked over at the clock.

The time read 2:16 am.

"But, I could have sworn . . ."

Stan started pushing the Pine twins back to the stairs. "Alright you two, back upstairs to bed. Go on, get."

Both Dipper and Mabel headed on up, leaving just Ford and Stan in the lab.

The older twin sank heavily into a chair.

"You sure you're alright?" Stan asked as he finally adjusted his glasses.

"I think so. Physically, I'm just drained. Mentally though . . ."

"Did he screw with your head?"

"For all I know, yes. Especially since he messed with my perception of time."

Stan fixed his own hair before crossing his arms across his chest. "What did he do to you exactly?"

"Nothing too horrible like you're probably thinking."

"Spit it out Poindexter."

Ford sighed. "Alright. He was trying to get me to work with him and if I refused he would . . . Well, tickle me."

Stan's eyebrows went up. "Tickle you? That little creep."

Ford held up a reassuring hand. "It could have been much worse, and honestly . . . I didn't mind."

"What?"

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't like the tortuous degree." The gray haired inventor put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "But there were several techniques that brought back memories of when we were young."

A small smile pulled up the corners of Stan's mouth. One of his hands then scribbled along Ford's side. "I used to get you all the time, didn't I?"

A few giggles poured out as Ford curled to the side and playfully pushed his brother's hand away. "Yehes yohou did."

Stan placed both hands on his hips. "Ah, the good old days. Back when we both had more hair on our heads than we did on our backs."

"Yehes, and quite a bit more stamina tohoo."

"You look pretty tired."

"Feel pretty tired."

"Welp, time for bed." Stan pulled his brother up then wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "And you'd better sleep, or I might have to use Bill's persuasion tactic myself."

Ford giggled nervously at the fingers wiggling toward him. "Sure thihing."

Together, the two then headed up to the main house, leaving the lab quiet once more.

That is, until a small crack opened up on the wall and a small cylinder rolled across the floor. When it stopped, an observer could just make out the specks of rainbow colored glitter dotting the outside.

@squealing-santa

#gravity falls #grunkle ford #bill cipher #grunkle stan #dipper pines #mabel pines #ticklefic

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sugarwithsarcasm · 10 months ago

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Was it so much for Dipper to ask to get to explore Gravity Falls without the forest throwing a complete wrench at him and ruining his plans? It was always either a) a massive threat that would harm him and trap him in the woods or b) a minor inconvenience that took way more time to solve than it should have.

But even Mabel didn't have being forced to marry a Gnome king (?) in front of his boyfriend who would just laugh at him on her "Reasons why Dipper STILL isn't back yet" bingo card.

Dipper cursed under his breath at the tiny gang of gnomes who cackled as they led him to the tallest building in their gnome village, (about the height of the absolutely ancient speaker set that Grunkle Stan refused to give away because “it still works, if you want one of those fancy bluetooth speakers either steal it or buy it yourself kid!”) pulling him along a loose vine near his hip, forcing him to walk past the gnome village, bound tightly by a bunch of vines after accidentally falling into their “wife trap” while trying to inspect velociraptor prints he had found in the edge of the forest.

“Wooo eee, boss yer not gonna BELIEVE THIS!!!” The white-bearded gnome who sounded eerily like Mcgucket knocked on the door. The door opened, the king gnome (?) walking out of his tiny castle, luckily saving Dipper the humiliation of having to crawl on his belly to enter.

“My WIFE TRAP!!!” The man cried out, doing a little dance, clicking his heels together in the air. “It’s finally gone and trapped me a wife!!” He leered at Dipper, smirking.

“But sir!” A weirdly buff gnome who he assumed was this gnome king’s (??) the bodyguard interrupted his happy dance. “This human appears to be a male!”

The gnome king (???) frowned at him, causing the buff gnome to cower. “You ain’t think I got eyeballs Jerry?! Of course I know he’s male, but look at ‘em, he’s feminine enough for me to consider him my wife!”

“ Excuse you.” Dipper scowled at the brown-bearded gnome, exasperated with himself for having screwed up on enough life decisions to lead him to being in a situation where his masculinity was being insulted by an elderly gnome. “Anyways, there seems to be a misunderstanding, I am not getting married to some elderly garden gnome, I just lost my step in the forest so if you could please just let me go-”

“Silence!” The gnome king (????) gestured for Jerry the buff gnome to kick Dipper’s ankles. “You will be my wife, I have wasted enough of my vines catching stupid phoenix’s and unicorn, I will not be passing on such a wonderful opportunity.”

Before Dipper had a chance to use rather colorful language to curse this gnome out, the Mcgucket gnome interjected, “Now, now, as the town lawyer, I must remind ya sir that there is a rule against forcing the victim of your wife trap to marry yer without the consent of the wife.”

Dipper was about to celebrate, but instead noticed the smug grin of the gnome king (?????), killing any remaining hope he had. “Well, well, well. You think I didn’t know that? My ex-wife’s failed attempts to murder me is the reason that their law was put in place!”

Dipper sighed heavily, thoroughly regretting his life decisions, “I wonder if I just fall forward if the impact of this castle would be enough to give me a concussion?”

The gnome king (??????) ignored him and continued, “So I decided to make sure that any new wife caught in my wife trap would consent to being my wife beforehand! Look closely at the vine he got caught in gentlemen.”

Jerry the buff gnome snatched the loose vine from McGucket the gnomes hand, squinting his eyes as he examined it, “By stepping on this here vine and getting stuck like a dinosaur in amber, you consent to be Jeff Geoff Goffrey’s wife.”

“Well bury me in the ground and call me a groundhog,” McGucket gnome snapped his fingers, “I’ll be darn tooting, looks like you’ve got yourself a wife who finally consents to being your wife!”

“What?! No!!!” Dipper yelped, “I couldn’t have possibly had read that, the writings to tiny! Plus it’s a VINE in a FOREST! I can’t be expected to examine every single vine I come across for an agreement to marriage!”

“Jerry,” The gnome king dismissed him again (no wonder he couldn’t find a wife naturally) “go send the Wedding Invitations to the Mystery Shack and stop by to get a cake on your way back, the wedding will be at sunset!” Jerry the buff gnome nodded and quickly began awkwardly jogging out into the forest. “Jason, go and invite the boys from the neighboring gnome villages – you know who I like and who I don’t – and tell them about my wedding and keep an eye on my bride, I need to start preparing for my big day!” And before Dipper could get out another word, the tiny gnome door was slammed shut on him.

“Ugh, this is not fair! That contract has got to be breaking some kind of laws or, or something!” Dipper sputtered, glancing at Jason, the gnome who gave him a blank looking smile.

“I don’t really agree either if it helps!” He beamed, as if expecting validation and praise from Dipper who merely rolled his eyes.

“Well you're a lawyer! Raise a complaint, find a judge to review the situation or something!”

“I would kid, but cases take ages to get reviewed by a judge around here,” he began leading Dipper into the woods, “I’m the town’s only judge, and I got a nasty habit of putting things off until the last minute.”

Yeah, Dipper was screwed.

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Bill cackled as he ran up from Ford’s basement after the boring old elderly man had thrown him out for messing with his experiment. Much to this amusement, at the exact moment he entered, he saw Mabel speeding towards the front door and flinging it open, excitedly struggling to open an envelope.

“What’cha got there shooting star? Anyone died recently making you expect a big inheritance?” Bill casually walked over to Mabel, peering over her shoulder at the envelope.

“Nope! Even better!!!” She clawed at the sticky envelope, “I ordered a raffle ticket into the Bad Boyz 4 eva ultimate fan experience concert! My tickets should be getting here any day now, since Waddles already told me I’d win and that oinker of mine is totally psychic.” She began biting at the letter and finally ripped it open.

Her look of excitement quickly dropped to a frown. “Well? What’s it say?”

She sighed, mumbling how she was “too old to deal with this shit.” After a moment she cleared her throat and read in her best impression of a gnome, “Dear residents of the Mystery Shack, you are passive-aggressively invited to attend the totally not forced union of Jeff Geoff Goffrey and Dipper Pines. I still don’t like you, but I want to rub in your faces that I’ve moved on from Mabel Pines. Gifts are mandatory if you want to attend. The wedding is at sunset tonight, the same place as last time. P.S I attached a lock of my future wife’s hair as proof this is totally not a trap. Stay jealous haters.”

Bill cackled, “Man, what did he do now to get him all caught up by a bunch of gnomes? I swear, your brother sometimes even surprises ME.”

Mabel sighed and shook her head, shrieking as a lock of soft looking brown hair fell out of the envelope. “Oooo, do you think that’s actually Dipper’s hair and not like a Grizzly or something?”

Bill took one glance at it and could immediately recognize it as Dipper’s, “Nah, it's totally Pine Tree’s. I know for sure. It’s his hair color and has the same texture.”

Mabel gave him a blank expression, “That’s a little weird Bill.”

He laughed, “If you want to hear weird than–”

“Lalalalala, going to my happy place, pushing Waddles around in a baby stroller at Disneyland!” She singed, plugging her ears with her fingers. “Anyways, tell Dipper I can’t make it because I have a totally hot date with Pacifica today.” Mabel waltzed out of the room hallway and into her bedroom, still singing.

Bill grinned, he couldn’t wait to crash the wedding.

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“Now I know ya might be nervous,” Jason the gnome lectured Dipper as he tugged him along (he had really hoped they would’ve untied him by now, his arms and legs were sore and his feet hurt from having to hop everywhere.) “But when yer on the verge of a panic attack cause yer so overcome with excitement, just do what I do to calm down, breathe, acclimate, relax and focus, or BARF for short!!!”

Dipper sighed as he turned to walk down the aisle, dressed in some makeshift white cloth they had draped over him that they called a wedding gown and a flower crown. He noticed a horde of gnomes, the only person he recognized was his boyfriend Bill who was grinning at him evilly.

“You look absolutely stunning sapling, I must say, for such a rushed wedding-” Bill started as he passed him.

“Oh shut it and get me out of here already!” Dipper barked at him, earning a tug from Jason and a snicker from Bill.

“Nah, I think I’ll just watch the show. It’s about time you suffer the consequences from barking up the wrong tree, Pine Tree.” Bill smirked and sat back down with the rest of the gnomes on the floor when Dipper reached the front of the altar, where the gnome king (????????) was beaming at him.

Jason the gnome held onto Dipper with the vine, but moved in the middle of him and Jeff. “Gentle-gnomes! We are gathered here today to celebrate the wife trapping of Jeff Geoff Goffrey!” The gnomes in the crowd cheered, Bill, who Dipper was staring at out of the corner of his eyes, simply raised an eyebrow at Dipper and then winked, clearly very amused. “To begin, Jeff, you may now kiss your bride!”

“ What .” Dipper felt his face fluster as he came face to face with Jeff the gnome, who had his lips puckered, making obnoxious kissing noises. He hoped that Bill would see this as the time to interject, knowing his boyfriend’s jealous streak, but much to his surprise Bill seemed to be trying his best not to burst out into laughter. “No! Isn’t this part supposed to come at the very end of the wedding?!?”

“Well urm,” Jason the gnome scratched his head with his free hand, “that’s a very good point. But as per the request of Jeff Geoff Goffrey, I decided to shorten up the wedding a bit, I got a surgery to perform tomorrow morning y'know?”

“Enough with the chitter chatter,” Jeff barked, before leaning in and cupping Dipper’s face with his grubby hands, pulling him close to his face…and then closer… and then bam! Dipper felt the taste of maple syrup as Jeff’s much too chapped lip met with his, he felt like he was going to barf, so tried to take a moment to follow Jason’s instructions to barf, but recoiled in disgust as Jeff attempted to bite his bottom lip.

The forest erupted in the cheers of gnomes, continuing even after Dipper had squirmed out of Jeff’s grasp. The second he broke the kiss, he sent a worried glance over at Bill, fearing that the his dream demon boyfriend would somehow be mad at him for practically cheating on him, but was instead very annoyed as he looked over at Bill who was practically dying of genuine laughter, to the point where he was wheezing and grabbing the attention of the very annoyed gnomes surrounding him.

“Gentle-gnomes!” Jason the Gnome announced once the applause (and hysterical hyena laughs) had begun dying out. “Before we concede and make this official, are there any of you who wish to oppose this union and agree to a duel against Jeff.”

Dipper smiled to himself as he watched Bill slowly get up, still chuckling to himself. “I have an opposition to this union!”

The room gasped, gnomes moving out of Bill’s way staring at him in shock as he sauntered over to Dipper, grinning. Jeff huffed and crossed his arms, “And what might that be?”

“You see, it just so happens that your so-called wife is madly in love with me, like, to the point of obsession.” He looked over at Dipper, mischief in his eyes, “Like, it’s very concerning Dipper.”

“Oh shut up,” Dipper rolled his eyes, trying his best to hide the wide smile on his face, “it’s about time you do something. I was starting to reconsider cuddling.”

Bill pouted at him, before breaking out into an even bigger grin, “and after having to watch your lame attempt at a kiss,” Jeff’s face began to grow red with anger or embarrassment, probably both, “I thought I’d finally entertain my poor little sapling and give you a lesson on what a real kiss is like.”

And with that he leaned over to Dipper, the vines binding him together disintegrating as he touched them. Dipper couldn’t hide the smile on his face any longer, and smiled wider when he noticed a similar beaming look on Bill’s face. Bill wrapped his arms around Dipper’s mid-back and pressed their foreheads together for a moment, before unexpectedly dipping him kissing him, the flower crown he was wearing slipping off and falling to the ground with a silent thud.

Dipper enjoyed kissing Bill, more than he’d ever admit to the already overly arrogant dream demon. This kiss wasn’t as emotional as their first one, as fiery as their occasional late night ones or as desperate and relieved as his heartbreaking ones, instead, it was comfortable, almost routine. The way Bill grabbed Dipper firmly, yet kissed him so gently and caringly, as if Bill was scared of breaking him, made his head dizzy. The feeling of Bill’s soft lips pressing against his slightly chapped lips, without any of the extra add ons and bells and whistles of kissing was bliss and Dipper was certain he could’ve happily melted right there in Bill’s arms.

That is, if they weren’t kissing in front of about 45 horrified looking gnomes.

The sound of Jeff clearing his throat broke the kiss between the two of them, Bill holding firmly onto Dipper and bringing him close to his chest, now in an upright position. “And that, my dear short gardening decoration, is how you woo a Pine Tree.” He said smugly, resting his chin on Dipper’s embarrassingly dirty hair.

“This-” Jeff stumbled on his words, yelling something in a language Dipper didn’t recognize (that Bill would later tell him was Finnish, because hey, why the heck not?) and then jumping off his little make-shift podium and attacking Bill’s leg.

Bill cackled at the gnome. “Oh you wanna fight? Well, my next move I guess HUH? Hold onto your cap kid!” He shook his leg, dropping Jeff to the ground, and then promptly kicking him so hard he flew above the trees and into the horizon, screams of revenge echoing throughout the forest.

The gnomes screeched as they saw their gnome king (?????????) fly off into the now starry night sky, with the exception of one gnome that just yelled “Shmebulock!” in a victorious tone.

“Come on kid, let’s go home.” Bill grinned, grabbing one arm around Dipper’s waist and snapping his other hand. In one quick, dizzying moment, they returned to their room in the shack, still entangled in each other’s arms.

“You’re such an asshole. ” Dipper tried to scowl and push Bill away. “Making me go through all of that. How I have the patience to deal with you astounds me.”

Bill laughed, “Ah, but kid, you should have seen the look of horror and disgust on your face! In my defense I’m a demon, these things are hilarious to me.” Bill pulled Dipper closer to him, nudging Dipper to look him eye to eye, their noses brushing against each other. “You knew this and yet look at you, voluntarily exchanging passionate kisses with a dream demon in public.” He pressed a soft, quick kiss against Dipper’s lips.

“Yeah yeah, I didn’t agree with the public meaning in front of an entire village of gnomes though.” Dipper swatted Bill’s chest, secretly relishing in his warm laughter.

“Aw come on kid, be honest with yourself, you’d get yourself in situations like these all the time if I wasn’t here! Don’t give me all the credit,” he kissed Dipper’s cheek, “your the train wreck in this relationship.”

“Excuse you.” Dipper frowned. “Anyways, I’m gonna go take a quick shower, feel dirty after being abandoned for a whole day from my asshole boyfriend-”

Bill snapped his fingers, and suddenly Dipper felt refreshed and clean. “Done,” Bill smiled, flopping down into their shared bed, “come cuddle with meeee.”

Dipper gave him a strange look, “someone’s extra affectionate today?”

“Don’t be difficult Pine Tree, I can still easily snap you out of this plane’s existence.”

“Alright, alright,” Dipper raised his hands, before climbing under the blankets with Bill, “there. Happy?”

Bill hummed in response, hugging Dipper from his back, leaving a small trail of kisses from his neck to his jaw. Dipper relaxed in the affectionate and comfortable gesture, the exhaustion of the day slowly wearing him down.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he heard Bill whisper in his ear, “Sapling? This whole marriage stuff…the whole human societal convention where you brag about love and commitment and all of that other fake jazz done to make partner’s feel more guilty about breaking up..what do you think about it?”

“Hmm? Marriage? I think it’s pretty sweet actually. Getting to exchange vows and tell each other how much you love and are devoted to each other in front of close friends. I guess I always imagined myself having one and kind of got attached to the romantics of it all.” Dipper mumbled, half asleep.

Bill flipped Dipper over so they were facing each other. He could see Bill with a soft smile, a special smile he knew was reserved just for him, through his half-lidded eyes. “Sapling, my little Pine Tree, I have given you my demon form, my mind, my black hole of a heart and if I still had it I wouldn’t think twice before giving you my soul. It scares me how much I’d sacrifice for you and how much you make me feel…undemon to say the least kid.” He squeezed Dipper, “Maybe I haven’t shoved cake in your face in front of your sister, but make no mistake my little sapling, I’ve been devoted since day one.”

“I know, Bill. Don’t worry. I love you too, asshole.” Dipper mumbled, beaming as he began to doze off.

“I love you too sapling,” he pressed a kiss to the stars on Dipper’s forehead, before drifting off to sleep himself, “more than you may ever realize.”

Dipper dreamed of weddings that day, not a disastrous one, but a happy, romantic one, the kind he’d envisioned for himself when he was twelve and watching say yes to the dress reruns with Mabel. He knew though, that wouldn’t happen. Bill mocked human conventions constantly, and the concept of marriage itself was not free from Bill’s wrath. But, it didn’t really matter to Dipper if he was being honest, he was content where he was with Bill at that moment in time, he was happy with it all.

Little did he know, Bill had gone ring shopping with Mabel that very next day.

#billdip #ao3 #fanfic #domestic fluff #aka the oneshot I tried to be funny on #idk I think its cute #one of my prouder posts #oneshot #screw it ima tag characters #dipper pines #bill cipher #don't like don't read #simple as that

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perlapulido · 4 months ago

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Til We Meet Again

Summary: Hi. I'm Nicole or Nicky Rivers-Pines. You may have heard the Name Pines before from my Uncle who can be a bit of trouble maker like me but I honestly don't know much of how to explain my life after meeting him. But in this story will be all sorted out including the psycho that started it all.

Ch11

Nicky walked outside the shack after being woken up by the truck backing up finding Stan and Soos unloading a bunch of mirrors. "Are you creating a portal or something?" said Nicky. "No. Soos came with the idea for a mirror maze. Now get the twins up and have them do something." said Stan. "Fine." said Nicky walking to the kitchen making french toast to get herself up. She finished up her coffee then grabbed a pot and wooden spoon going upstairs opening the door slowly finding the twins asleep before banging on the side of the pot rapidly scaring them awake. "Wake up and eat the French toast thats waiting for you downstairs!" said NIcky slamming their door. She went to her room checking her phone seeing a text from Mylo. 'Getting bored at the mansion. Wanna hang?' siad Mylo in his text. 'We can watch a movie in my room. I can got us any free movies or shows.' said Nicky. 'Im in. Meet you at the window when i can. Gotta ditch the maid.' siad Mylo. 'Then its a date . . . if thats cool with you?' Nicky texted. Tap. Tap. Tap. She opened the window to see Gideon holding some flowers with chocolate covered strawberries in one hand and a Gideon doll holding a tiny doll version of herself. "Good morning Nicole." Said Gideon then yelled in surprise when he was lifted up. "Whatever it is. Not interested and hurt my family. You deal with me." Said Nicky pushing him into the woods landing a sticky bush. She then closed her door getting ready for the day of work at the list of repairs grabbing her keys to her jeep going through the shack. "Was that necessary to wake us up like?" Said Dipper looking at Nicky who turned around facing them. "Please there been more one occasion that i had to wake you or Dad. I gotta go bust my butt at work. By the way Gideon is outside doing who knows what." Said Nicky on her way out. She got in her seat driving into town when she pulled over seeing Mylo picking up his metal arm that was on the ground putting it back on not seeing her.

"You good?" Said Nicky startling him. "What? Oh yeah im fine. Where you off to?" Said Mylo walking to her. "Work. You?" Said Nicky looking at him. "Oh. I was just on my way to the shack. My family are off a golf tournament. Your old man doesnt mind me hanging with your family?" Said Mylo. "They dont mind as long you get in Stans way of business. Also watch out for Gideon." Said Nicky. "O. K. See you after work then." Said Mylo walking off when his other arm came off. "Oh come on." He says looking at his right arm. "Get in. I can help you with that." Said Nicky. Mylo shrugged grabbing his arm and got in sitting next to her going to the first stop which was Lazy Eye Susan. "Hello. Glad you made it. Make yourself at home while i go work." Said Susan leaving her with the door open. Mylo warched leave their sight when Nicky grabbed her tools and grabbed his metal arm inspecting it before glancing at his stump where his shoulder is seeing the metal attachment. Nicky began working on his arms first which didnt take long then left to work Susans home while Mylo went to the shack. She was in the laundry room fixing the fuse box getting rid the wires that are melted and replace them. Mylo then made it to the shack seeing Gideon fixing his appearance from the fire ants going inside finding Soos. "Sup dude. Welcome to the mystery shack." Said Soos. "Hey. Im Mylo Southwest. Mind if i hang out here with the Pines?" Said Mylo. "No problem. The twins are watching Duck Detective in living room." Said Soos as Mylo walked through the other door. Mylo followed the sound of the tv walking in seeing Mabel and Dipper who turned to see him. "Hey. Mind if i hang with you guys?" Said Mylo. "Sure. I guess. You're Mylo right?" Said Dipper. "Yeah." Said Mylo sitting down on the chair. He watched the show with the twins when Stan walked in wearing his tank top and boxers. "Get out of my chair." Said Stan. Mylo slid off scooting to Dipper and Mabel watching the show not fazed the knock at the door having Stan leave to answer. "Congratulations. Youre our winner!" Saif the man in a suit walking in with Stan and the camera crew. "Just sign here and win your cash prize." Said the man raising a clipboard. "Stanford Pines. You have officially signed the Shack over to me." Said Gideon. "You are one evil little girl." Said Mylo. "Im not a girl!" Said Gideon. "You might wanna see the signature girly." Said Stan. "Suck a little lemon, little man." Gideon read as Stan laughed with Mylo. "You walked into that one." SaId Mylo. "This isnt over. Ill be back. You'll see." Said Gideon getting picked up and left with his people. "That kid has major problems." Said Mylo. "You have no idea." Said Dipper.

Two hours gone by with Mylo seeing a magazine on Bigfoot while Mabel and Dipper were sticking magnets to his arms. "Hey would you dudes get that brain in a jar from the top shelf?" Said Soos. "I can do it." Said Dipper. "Yeah. Mabel is the tall one here." Said Soos. "What? She cant be. Mylo?" Said Dipper. "I thought you knew. Just a centimeter taller than you. If you dont believe us. Soos?" Said Mylo. Soos measures them with his tape and Mylo was right about Mabel being a bit taller than him. "Come on." Said Dipper. Mylo was reading his magazine while listening to the jokes and teasing from Mabel and now Stan. "Relax Tiny. You use this as your advantage in life until you catch up." Said Mylo. "Tiny. I like this kid. But still stay away from Nicky." Said Stan. "I'll see you old dinosaur fart." Said Mylo. He then got a text taking out to look and put it back in his back pocket. "Gotta go to lunch." Said Mylo having the twins help him get the magnets off his arms. He walked to the dinner seeing Nicky drinking a shake on the counter having a seat next to her. "How it going over there?" said Nicky. "Alright. the twins threw magnets on my arms, Gideon wants the Shack, and dipper is mad that Mabel is taller than him." said Mylo. "Why would Gideon want the . . . " Nicky paused thinking about the answer to her own question. "Whats up?" said Mylo. "There could be a reason why he wants my home besides ruining my family but i need to make a test." said Nicky. "Maybe i can help. but i need to know whats going on?" said Mylo. "What can i get you?" said the waitress looking at Mylo. "Blt and another shake like my friend here." said Mylo. "Theres a lot that you dont know about my family. Not even Mabel and Dipper know yet." Nicky whispered while leaning in close. "Hey. You two can smooch on your own time." said Lazy Susan walking by making the two blush. "Here you go." said the waitress. "Thanks." said Mylo. He ate his sandwich as Nicky turned to look out the window texting her friends until they were both suddenly drenched in Mylo's shake that was made from the blender exploding. "What the fudgeballs?" said Nicky getting up. She grabbed some napkins wiping off the shake with Mylo slipping to the wet floor landing on his face first which she witnessed and started helping him up. "Ow. Ok broken nose. Broken nose." said Mylo lifting his head up to the ceiling to keep the blood from pouring out. Nicky guided hm out when her eyes caught a weird shadow passing by with the sound of laughter that echoes. She shook it off focusing on getting them to the Shack to have his nose checked if it is broken taking her short cut to find no one inside except Stan who was in the kitchen.

"Whoa, what happened to him?" said Stan. "The blender from the diner exploded while my shake was being made." said Mylo as Nicky handed him a rag to clean off his face from the dry blood. "We both soaked in the shake, and he slipped landing on his face." said Nicky. "I got him. Go get cleaned up before you attract ants." said Stan. Nicky left the two alone to head in the shower having Stan look at Mylo's nose that was definitely broken by the swelling and the middle being crooked. "How bad is it?" said Mylo seeing the look Stan was showing. "Do me a favor and not scream like a girl alright. Just hold still." said Stan putting his hands on Mylo's face. he pressed his thumbs in the middle and pushed it back into place until they both heard a loud crack with Mylo's yell in pain. "You are a fucking piece of shit." said Mylo looking up with his hand over his nose. "Yeah. Yeah. I heard worse. Just put ice on it and see your doctor if the swelling isnt down or something." said Stan. "Stanford Pines. Where are you?" said Gideon from inside the house. Nicky heard him and Stan having her cut her shower short but was long enough to get the shake off and went to her room to change. She got out fast hearing the sound glass breaking seeing Stan being cornered by Gideon hold a flashlight with a crystal jumping down running through the broken pieces of mirror with her slippers on blocking Stan from him. "Move Nicole. im here to get what i want. The Shack with you as my Queen. I finally have you where i want you. Me. Gideon Glee . . Hahahaha. Glee . . . hahahahaha." Stan and Nicky both glanced at each seeing Gideon suddenly started laughing non stop until Stan rolled outside with Nicky taking the flashlight from him. "My light." said Gideon reaching his hand out for the flashlight after he stopped laughing. "We're the light your life too." said Stan slamming the door in his face. "Clean this up will ya." said Stan walking away . "What is this thing?" said Nicky looking at the crystal when something moved in her vision. She looked down seeing a tiny Mabel, Dipper, and Soos turning the light on after flipping the crystal making them grown to their normal size. "Do i want to know what happened?" said Nicky. "It was my fault." said Dipper but Nicky raising her hand to stop him. "IM tired and had a very weird day before this. After im done cleaning, I need that journal." said Nicky. "Why? Did Gideon do something?" said Mabel. "No. I just to find something that i need to find out. Would you two check if Mylo is still here? We had an incident at the diner." said Nicky. "What kind?" said Dipper. "And why do i smell chocolate shake?" said Mabel raising a brow. "Just go check on Mylo." said Nicky grabbing a broom to seep the floor with Soos helping her.

#fanfic #gravity falls #stanley pines #stanford pines #bill cipher #dipper pines #mabel pines

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sleepy-spacetronaut · 9 months ago

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🌌🌟✨Blog’s info drawer✨🌟🌌

✨Welcome to the space nook’s catalogue! Feel free to look around!

About me:

Username: Sleepy Spacetronaut , or Alciefer (Al, Alcie) on some other platforms.

Young adult.

Pronouns: anything except it/its, really. In case of doubt, please use They/them for me, thank you!

I make art, tiny comics, write stories and seldom poetry.

Main fandoms (more or less part of) : Gravity Falls, Les Misérables, Mob Psycho 100, That’s Not My Neighbor (Video Game)

Here I mainly post fandom content and artworks, but I can branch out to reblog humanitarian campaigns and those which appear in my asks. I will create a separate post for all of the campaigns I got sent so far.

Author’s note: (08/11/2024) Please refrain from sending consecutive messages into my inbox (one or two are sufficient), I am currently organizing a masterpost for all the campaigns I have been sent so far. Thank you for your understanding!

Advisory

Most of my content is either General or PG-13, I will not be drawing NSFW (specifically: Sexual or gore-y) content.

HOWEVER! I may draw other mature themes, including yet not limited to: partial nudity, strong language, or verbal/physical violence, in which case I will tag my posts accordingly. View those posts at your own discretion, I highly recommend that anyone younger than 16 y/o stirs away from there. I won’t be playing internet police to see who is looking at my content—i don’t have the time or patience for that. You are sentient and capable of thought, you know what’s right for you and what isn’t.

Side note: This post will be updated each time new content is generated.

Eternal Pools of Stillwater (EPOS) (Personal project)

Character art+story idea

Gravity falls & The Book of Bill (TBOB)

***Please note! I am moving most of my gravity falls content over to @/pilotprojectvogelfrei to keep this blog uncluttered! ***

-Bill’s Human Design (first drawing) can be found here and the info sheet regarding his design here

-Gravity Falls Fanfic Idea w/Handyman Bill AU

-Bill Cipher - Human design Full-body

-Kid Bill design

-Creature Bill design

-When the Mystery Shack acquired a gremlin…

-Older Mabel design

Gravity Falls FanComics

-Chip Wars

Gravity H🕳️les

-Gravity Holes AU (my little creation :3)

-Dipper, Mabel and waddles design page

-Gravity Holes Rescue Team Dynamics (minus Candy and Grenda)

-Life on the other side

Gravity Falls - Rewind the Timeline AU

-Concept, design and fic idea (I will start writing it in December, but I already have 70% of the story outlined-> I will include the link to AO3 when it will be started)

-digitalized design

Gravity Falls - Vogelfrei (Pilot project V) It now has its own blog!💫

-Story specificities (production and etc)

My Student Spirit(MSS)/Дух Моей Общаги (ДМО)

-Elijah chibi fanart

My two cents plus tax! Fanart for @/geezerflakes’s webtoon

-Fanart here

[***This post is under construction. More content to be added.]

#fandoms i'm in #sorting #blog post #intro post #blog intro #pinned info #Spcetronaut’s nook

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them00n-phases · 1 month ago

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LILA | THEO. GODS OF THE CRESCENT MOONS.

God and goddess of the waxing and waining crescent moon, mischief, slim chances, and witchcraft.

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Name: Lila - Λίλα <- Lila in Greek. Theo - Θόδωρος <- Theo in Greek.

Nickname/s: Lili, Li. — Theodora, the explora.

Age: 4020 - 4020 (Twins.)

Gender + Pronouns: Demigirl | They/Her — Demiboy | They/he

Sexuality: Pansexual, Asexual. [BOTH.]

Godly Parentage/Birth: Technically, Selene and Nyx. Though they were not together, merely a creation they both helped make. A tiny sliver of light for the cycle in the night sky, loved by nyx and Hecate. Along with Selene of course.

Relationship to mortals: Think they’re kinda dumb and stupid, but fun to mess with or play with. View them differently depending on the century. But mainly, find them amusing.

Relationship to other deities: don’t care much for them, think they’re way too boring or professional at times. They also feel underestimated which doesn’t help their view of other gods.

Appearance: | abnormally long glowing hair—usually tied up in crazy styles, Primarily have the skin of a darkened moon, but have a glowing birth mark on the side of the face in the shape of the crescent moon. (Both, but flipped for the other twin.) Sharp teeth, elfish features, body of a pre-teen, short, tiny claws. Wear Ancient Greek clothing, with some sharper jester like accessories, gold jewelry, and pointy boots. [BOTH]. | Glowing white hair, and on Lila’s left hand, she has the crescent she represents on her palm. [LILA]. |Faintly glowing black-purple hair, and on Theo’s right hand, he has the crescent he represents on his palm. [THEO].

Some Personality traits: Mischievous, playful, deceitful, observant, funny, chaotic, whiney, caring when they want to be, sympathetic, childish. [BOTH.]

Some of their powers/abilites: can cause chaos/mischief, induce feelings of mischief/need for chaos, shapeshifting, moon control (to a certain extent), light manipulation, can summon objects/people, teleport, super strength, speed, durability, sight, hearing, smell, typical god things. Telepathy, telekinesis, witchcraft, spells/curse casting, luck manipulation (to an extent.)

In character tag: the sharp crescent. 🌙 <- [BOTH LILA AND THEO SHARE A TAG.] + Out of character tag: stars speaking ooc! + Them coded posts: Witchy little kids. 🪄

Voice Claim: Dipper Pines and Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls, but higher pitched/more playful or mischievous.

Weapons: Coming soon!

People Lila and Theo Know, (besides their siblings.):

No one yet.

TO BE EDITED.

[ dividers by saradika-graphics !!]

#the sharp crescent. 🌙#stars speaking ooc!#Witchy little kids. 🪄#intro post #introduction #blog intro #pinned intro #introductory post #rp intro #rp blog intro #oc rp #oc rp blog #god oc #god ocs #oc intro #pjo rp blog #pjo rp #pjo rp intro #pjo god oc

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years ago

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.1

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.2

Beautiful artwork was created by @starstruck-loner! THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIE I LOVE IT!!!

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Snow freckled the chilly January day lightly, like powdered sugar over a freshly baked pastry, sticking to each layer effortlessly and creating a blanket that completely covered the woods and the cabin nested between the trees. The atmosphere was still and stiff, like frozen icicles that were not going to start dripping any time soon. The air was bitter and unwelcoming, which was probably why no living thing was outside today. Today was the perfect day to burrow and sleep and keep warm with your own body heat.

A crack through space-time cut through the air. The crushing of tiny ice particles followed as two twelve-year-olds ran, one chasing the other, as the time-tape was heating up and buzzing. “This thing is getting hotter! Hot! Hot, hot, hot!” Mabel attempted to save her palms from burns by bouncing the tiny machine between her hands.

“What are you doing?!” Dipper demanded as Mabel bounced the tape-measure too hard and her twin reached a hand to catch it. He managed to catch it perfectly, like an athlete catching a baseball, and then was gone in a flash of baby-blue lightning.

Mabel’s eyes widened in sheer panic and she held her arms as a gust of wind blew and nearly froze her to her core. It felt like her skin was being pricked by mean sewing needles. She looked around wildly for her brother, for him to come back to this time and place immediately, because surely he would use the time machine to come back, but seconds ticked by and she was still alone.

Puffs of smoke decorated the wintry scene as she held her shivering body and looked at the shack. It wasn’t as colorful and welcoming and loud as the shack Mabel remembered, but she made herself consider that it was because there was no big sign or tourist-y things, and it was winter. Then a light turned on, the hall if Mabel remembered her summer home correctly, and the door opened.

The hope that Mabel had in her chest of seeing her great-uncle was gone, and replaced with fear and confusion. This man looked very much like Stan, though much younger, quite chubby and youthful, wearing a black t-shirt and blue plaid pajama-pants. He had the same face as a young-Stan, but with a more pink than orange nose, a cleft chin, fluffier hair that reminded Mabel of her’s when it was short, and different glasses.

Mabel didn’t know what to do or how to react or how to feel. People change a lot when they age, sure, but this much? It was possible this person wasn’t Stan, but who else would look so similar to him and live in this house? Maybe this is the guy who lived here before Stan, and they just happen to look very similar. This is Gravity Falls, and though she and Dipper were still new to the town, it was a weird place where something like this could happen.

It also came to Mabel how odd the situation was for the man: a little girl was standing in a sweater and skirt outside his house in the winter. Would he try to send her home? She had no home to go to. She didn’t know what year this was, but if it was a time Stan didn’t live here, it must have been way before she was born, maybe even before her parents met. She was stranded.

But the man looked at her sympathetically and he seemed kind and worried. He grabbed a trenchcoat and called gently, “Hello. Are you okay?”

Mabel bit her lip. His voice was definitely not Grunkle Stan’s. A gust of wind made her shiver and her teeth chatter, and the man stepped into some slippers and walked up to her, draping the trenchcoat over her shoulders. “There there, that’s a very nice sweater, but it doesn’t seem to be keeping you warm, is it?”

“N-No.” Mabel shivered. “I… I used breathable yarn for…” She stopped. She was going to say how she used breathable yarn for the warm California weather, but she decided not to.

“You used?” The man repeated, rubbing her shoulders to try to make the trenchcoat work faster. “You made this?”

Mabel saw his excited grin and she smiled nervously. “Y-Yeah. I knit sweaters.”

The man bent his knees in front of her and studied her sweater. She held out an arm so he could see and his brown eyes sparkled. “That’s very impressive! I love sweaters!”

Mabel gasped happily. “C-C-Can I m-make you one?!”

The man looked taken back, but chuckled and stood. “Of course, but first let’s get you warm. How does hot chocolate sound?”

“Y-Yes, p-p-please.” Mabel shivered, and allowed the man to walk her into the house.

It was scaringly like the Mystery Shack, but so much was different. It was the same layout, the same house, but there was so much that was different. A coat rack stood by the door, holding a white lab coat with black rubber gloves in the pocket, some safety goggles like the ones in Mabel’s science classes, and Stan’s fez. Mabel stared at it. Well, okay it probably wasn’t Stan’s fez, but it was a maroon fez with a golden fish and a black tassle.

There was a wood-burning stove alive in the living room, with a small box full of wood by it and a tiny stool. Instead of Grunkle Stan’s armchair, there was a red-velvet couch, a large writing desk, and the room was decorated with books, desks, papers, and jars and experiments. It was all strange, but warm and cozy with the fire going.

Mabel smiled as the man pulled out the tiny stool and gestured for her to sit by the stove. She obeyed and the coat was removed from her shoulders, but quickly replaced with a dark-green blanket.

“There, do you mind warming up here while I make your hot chocolate?” He asked, draping his trenchcoat over his arm.

Mabel shook her head and held her cold hands in front of the stove. “Thank you.”

The man smiled. “You’re welcome.” And he turned and left for where Mabel knew the kitchen was.

Sitting alone and feeling better as her body was getting warm, Mabel thought it all over. This man was clearly not her Grunkle Stan, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nice or couldn’t help her. Any minute Dipper was going to come back for her, but until then she had to stay where she was. That’s what grown-ups told her to do if she was ever lost. Stay where you are until you’re found.

By the time Mabel was very comfortable, the man returned with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and handed one to the girl. “Here you are, my dear.”

“Thank you, sir.” Mabel sipped and hummed in delight as the man sat on the floor next to her.

“You’re very welcome.” He sipped his drink and added, “Now then, I have to ask, what were you doing out there? Did you get lost?”

Mabel’s face dropped and she nodded. “Uh, huh.”

“Hm, very well. That can easily happen when playing on a snow day.” The man said with a smile. “Why don’t I call our parents and we can arrange to have you back home safe?”

Mabel swallowed nervously. She bit her lip, looking down at her mug. She didn’t know what to say to that.

The man looked at her and noticed how scared she was. “Is something wrong?”

Mabel looked up at him, was met with a kind face, and whimpered, “I can’t call them.”

The man smiled sympathetically. “I’m sure you won’t get into too much trouble. Maybe a little, but it’s for the best to call them so we can get you home soon.”

Mabel shook her head and squeezed her stinging eyes shut. “They’re… not around.”

The man’s face dropped as Mabel scrubbed at her eyes. “Oh. I’m so sorry.”

Mabel only replied with a sniff and she sipped her hot chocolate.

“Is there someone I can call for you?” The man asked. “I’m sure there’s someone out there worried about you.”

Mabel bit her lip. “M-My brother… He’s still out there…”

“Is he lost, too?”

Mabel shrugged.

“Well,” The man held his cleft chin in thought. “I’m sure he’s out there looking for you. Perhaps then you should wait here until he comes here, and then we can send you to your guardian.”

“It’s just us.” Mabel muttered. “Just us.”

The man smiled. Mabel hoped he believed her brother was much older than her, or at least old enough to take care of her. That way she wasn’t really lying, just letting this man believe what he wanted to believe. Nothing wrong with that. “Okay. Still, you may stay here until he finds you.”

Mabel sniffed and wiped her nose with her sweater sleeve. “Thank you, sir.”

“Please, call me Ford.” He said and held out a hand to her.

Mabel smiled and shook his hand. “I’m Mabel.”

“Mabel, huh? That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thanks.” She looked down at their hands and her eyes widened. One, two, three, four, five, s-...

Ford pulled his hand free, his cheeks reddening as he sipped his hot chocolate, but Mabel was grinning at him happily and she gasped with joy, “You have six fingers?!”

Ford blinked at her, reminding Mabel of a startled owl, and he cleared his throat. “Um, y-yes. It’s a birth defect.”

“Nuh, huh! It’s cool! Can I see, please?” Mabel sat her mug on the floor by her feet.

The researcher didn’t like people staring at his hands, but this young girl wanted to look, it appears, in admiration, so Ford hesitantly gave her his hands and she held them lovingly, her eyes sparkling like stars.

“Wow! That’s neat! No wonder your hand shake was so friendly! It’s a whole finger friendlier than normal!” Mabel was then reminded that Dipper’s journal had a six-fingered hand on it.

The girl’s eyes widened as she wondered if she was meeting Dipper’s idol. It was possible. The journal Dipper had dated it in the 80s, and Dipper said that the author mysteriously disappeared. As exciting as it was to meet the Author of the Journals, all it did was put Mabel more at ease. If anyone can help her, he can.

Ford laughed and gave her hands a soft squeeze. “I like you! You’re weird.”

Mabel grinned, distracted from her thoughts and grateful for it. “I like you, too, Ford!”

#GF #gravity falls #fanfiction #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #MORE SWEATER-TWINS BONDING #ford pines #mabel pines #time travel

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stephreynaart · 4 years ago

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Gravity Falls - “Waiting”

Pop-Pop AU

Stan sits in a hospital waiting room, thinking about his life and the people he loves.

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This is kinda old, but I realized I never posted it on tumblr. Hope ya like it!

Lots of fluff, the only ships are Soos and Melody.

AO3 LINK

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It had a square aspect ratio. Ink pen and watercolor on white heat pressed cotton paper in a bland white frame. One single blue flower in a red vase with what looks like a yellowish shadow. One shadow going left, the other going right. The lack of confidence and inexperience was obvious, the lines were unfocused and jagged, the color plainly filled the shapes and gave no other visual interest to the image.

Below the frame was a small white card that read “Painting donated by Jessica Blaise from Gravity Falls Elementary School”

Stan scanned the painting at least 20 times while sitting in that chair. The too rough and too soft at the same time chair that had similar copies populating the almost white room he sat in. The wallpaper bouncing off light pinks and blues with tiny ducklings as a makeshift wainscoting was starting to irritate the old man. It was too bright, and the consistent buzz of the fluorescent lights seemed so loud. Stan adjusted himself in his chair, switching his crossed legs to a wider spread and leaned his head against the wall.

The only other stimulus in the room were a few posters promoting proper hand washing techniques, the play area with a small table and chairs with large blocks, crayons and that weird “game” with the metal wiring and wooden beads that’s in every waiting room Stan’s ever sat in. He played with the toys to give himself something to do after he read all the magazines. The novelty wore off fast.

The television mounted on the wall was airing some cooking channel with no sound and no subtitles. Looking at food when you haven’t eaten in a few hours was practically torture, so Stan had been averting his eyes.

There were other paintings on the wall, one was less of a painting, but instead a print of a painting. He doubted that the artist got any compensation from it, if they were still alive. The other was a charcoal drawing done by a student from the community college a town away. Another square, but the entire image was black, the brightest thing on the page was an intruding infant hand coming from the left with the arm fading into the dark background. The fingers seemingly mid-twitch and grabbing at something. The lighting was dynamic and interesting. Stan swore it was a drawing of a penis the first time he glanced at it, which resulted in his brother’s laughter. Stanley smiled at the memory, it was only a few hours ago, but he relishes any time he can make Stanford laugh.

Stan’s eyes darted at the door in the far corner when it opened suddenly. He eased back into his chair when the nurse crossed the room to talk with the receptionist. He couldn’t hear the conversation very well, but could tell they were just gossiping and making jokes. Nothing that was of his interest. So he looked back to the elementary school child’s painting and analyzed it again. His eyes were dry and he was tired. He wished he could sleep, the chair wasn’t comfortable enough and when he did managed to sleep, his neck was sore when he woke up. He was only lucky Ford let him use his shoulder as a pillow for a while. He looked to his left and noted the book his brother placed in the seat. It seemed thick and in what looked like Hebrew. Stan wasn’t very surprised Ford was fluent in the language they were acquainted with as children. Their grandparents on their father’s side were the last to be fully fluent in Hebrew. It was like his brother to be curious of their heritage, but Stan only remembered a few phrases and words he learned from holidays and special event when he had to recite anything in Temple.

Stan crossed his arms and glanced at the clock on the wall and let out an exasperated sigh. It had only been 10 minutes since he last checked the time. He wanted to be at home, be in his soft warm bed and getting ready to eat pancakes at this time in the morning.

He and Ford were on the porch of The Mystery Shack when Soos rushed them off to the hospital the yesterday afternoon. What he originally thought would be a couple of hours of waiting turned into almost twelve. Apparently labour can last a long time.

Stan wished he could be a witness for Soos and Melody like he was when Dipper and Mabel were born, but Melody wanted her privacy, which Stan could respect, but Soos wanted him there…..so he and Ford waited in this bright, annoyingly pastel waiting room, twiddling his thumbs awaiting the arrival of the new member of the mystery family. He was glad he was in at least comfortable clothes, some gray sweatpants and a sweater Mabel knitted for him that read “godfather”.

He was never clear on what the title entailed, but it was mentioned a few times by Soos’ grandmother and the kids insisted that Soos was intending to ask him. He hadn’t, but he didn’t protest Stan wearing the sweater. Whatever job godfathers had, he was willing to play the part if Soos were to ask him.

Stan looked at the double doors a few feet away that lead out of the waiting room and into the halls. His brother left to find something for them to eat, but was taking his sweet time. The turkey being basted on the television was no help in aiding his growling stomach.

He distracted himself by returning his thoughts to Soos and Melody. Just down the hall they were experiencing the strange and beautiful phenomenon that was witnessing the arrival of a brand new person. Stan remembered the feeling so clearly. His entire life he’s felt the presence of human beings. It’s inherent in most people to feel when someone is in the room with you, the other soul sharing the same space as you. Imagine being in a room with a set amount of people and someone else comes in, but imagine they came in without using a doorway. Just appearing seemingly out of thin air. Suddenly another person is with you, and they’re brand new to the world, a life full of potential and power. Yes, today is indeed a happy day, but no amount of positive thinking would ease Stan’s nerves. His foot began to bounce and his hands unconsciously began to fiddle with each other. He didn’t want to think anything would go wrong with Soos’ baby, but anything can happen and life is so fragile, especially at the start of it.

He recalled his nephew’s nervousness the day Dipper and Mabel were born. His hands were shaking and he was constantly checking on his wife and asking the doctors loads of questions. He didn’t fully understand the twins’ father’s behavior until the end of that day.

Mabel’s birth was swift and easy. Her mother only needed to push one and a half times before she was here. It was as if she was eager to meet everyone waiting for her. She cried like most babies do, but Stan could’ve sworn they were tears of joy. While Mabel was greeted with, “hello, beautiful”, “hi, sweetie” and “she’s perfect”, Her brother’s introduction to world started with, “what’s wrong?”, “wait, let me hold him”, and “he’s not moving”. Dipper was rushed out of the room before his mother got a chance to look at him. Stan managed to catch a glimpse of the horrifyingly blue tint on his great nephew’s tiny face. The memory still gave him chills. He remembered how much he wanted to hold Mabel, who began to fuss and cry, obviously missing her brother. He was terrified at the prospect of another incomplete set of twins in their family. After the longest 30 minute of his life, Stan’s great-nephew returned with a bright pink face, wailing with all the power his little lungs could produce. Once the twins were reunited in their mother’s arms, they settled down almost instantly. The doctors told their parents Dipper was significantly lighter in weight than his sister, but both were very strong and healthy. Every so often Stan thinks about Dipper and how much he has impacted his life. His thoughts lead to darker places and he questions if Ford would be here if Dipper wasn’t there to find the third journal. He shook his head as a cold shiver went up his spine.

Stan did his best to distract himself from revisiting the scare that Dipper caused him 16 years ago.

16 years…..17 in August

Stan blinked. The squishy, bright faces that stayed with him that first summer had changed significantly. They stayed in contact all year round and visited every summer since they were 12. But every in-person meeting was always a shock. Dipper was developing the square jaw Stan, both his brothers and nephew shared. He started to regularly wear glasses their second summer with the Stans. Poor kid will grow up looking like Filbrick like the rest of the Pines men. He reminded Stan of Ford at that age.

And Mabel…..

Stan will never get over how much she looks like his mother. It didn’t strike him until Soos and Melody’s wedding and she put her hair in a bun. She’s calmed her hyperactivity down a bit, but not by a lot, she still brightens his day with her wit and creativity. They’ve both matured physically, but not much has changed personality wise and they still acted like big children when they’re around each other. Stan loved them very much, and wished he could see them more often. He wondered what the future held for all of them. Would they still visit town after going to college? Would they move here? Or somewhere else?

He’s had several conversations with them to see how they’re managing the prospect of separating. They’re much better at communicating than he and Ford were and they seem actually excited to have some independence. It made Stan nervous, but he was sure their close relationship wouldn’t suffer.

Wendy chose to be elsewhere for the next few years. She and her friends booked a plane ticket and plan to backpack and hitchhike around Europe and the UK. Stan hopes they stay safe and watch out for each other. Lotta weirdos in Amsterdam. She was set to leave in the coming days, Wendy wanted to wait until today arrived so she could meet Soos and Melody’s kid before going away for who knows how long.

A tap on the shoulder woke Stan from his deep thoughts. His brother arrived with some warm sub sandwiches and coffee.

“Any word yet?, he asked Stan

“Nothin’ yet”, Stan felt helpless not having any clue how Soos and Melody were doing.

Stanford took his seat next to Stanley and they both silently enjoyed their late breakfast. Since arriving they’ve witnessed families reuniting and going past the door in the far corner to meet their children, grandchildren or siblings. Stan looked at the clock again. How has it only been another 5 minutes? He sighed, leaned back and finished the rest of his sub. One hand holding the sandwich, the other went back to gripping the arm rest, then a six fingered hand went down to rest on top of it. Stan let go of the armrest and tangled his fingers between Ford’s and held onto it with a, hopefully not too tight, grip. It was like an anchor to reality, much better at easing his anxieties than any words could. Over the past 4 years, Stan and Ford’s bond grew stronger. Stan still feared one day he would wake up and find himself still in that basement surrounded by broken machinery and languages he didn’t understand. He hasn’t yet, and was enjoying the time he had left with his twin. Stan took a moment to look at his brother again, Ford made eye contact and smiled then continued to read his book. Hands still intertwined

Stans thoughts went back to Soos…

It amazed Stan how much he had grown and it still baffled him that Soos idolized him as much as he does. Before Soos, Stan had no one. His brother was….gone, the rest of the family didn’t talk to him much outside of the holidays and special occasion. There hadn’t been any sense of consistency in Stan’s life for years, decades even, until he hired the chubby little kid he barely glanced at one random Saturday. Soos always arrived to work early, sometimes with breakfast for both of them. Stan didn’t know how much he needed a reliable companion until he had it and he enjoyed the 10 years he had with that kid… or man he should say. Here he was…a few rooms away, becoming a father.

Stan used to daydream a lot about the prospect of having kids when he was younger. He’s was always good with them when he had the chance to babysit his nephew, then later Dipper and Mabel when they were toddlers. He loved having kids in his house that first summer. He loved the energy and the sense of adventure the twins brought. They gave him a sense of purpose and belonging he hadn’t felt in years. He wished he was brave enough to have his own children. Not that he was ever with anyone long enough to want to have kids with him. He supposed it was for the best that he didn’t subject a child to homelessness or an unhappy marriage. He was also terrified at the idea. His dad used to say having kids ruined his life. He wondered who his father was before his older brother was born. Did they really ruin his life? Stan often wondered if he would be like his own dad if he has children of his own. Would he change and become that annoyed parent that resenting his children?

He thought about Soos again

That was probably the closest to parenthood he ever experienced. The first time he felt like one was when Soos asked him for homework help after closing. He initially told Soos no, he wasn’t exactly smart and didn’t think he would be any help. It apparently upset the kid, so Stan sighed and gave it a try. It was fairly simple middle school math, he didn’t remember everything, but helped Soos do more than half of it. Soos thanked him and went home happy. Stan felt weirdly proud, he was glad he made a small difference and managed to teach Soos something he didn’t even know he knew.

The second time was when Soos was a teenager. His grandmother wasn’t able to teach Soos to drive, since she had forgotten how and her late husband used to do the driving, she mostly walked everywhere. Soos offered to work for free so Stan could teach him. Stan loved driving and found teaching Soos cathartic. He was a fast and eager learner, he only bumped Stan’s car once while trying to figure out parallel parking. Little did Soos know that he was getting paid for his normal work hours. Stan just put it away long enough to help buy the kid some old used truck in the junkyard for getting his license. They fixed the truck up and in only a few weeks it was ready to be on the road. Soos has taken good care of it and it’s still his ride to this day

Stan was very proud of Soos. He taught the kid some basic self defense and managed to be a decent influence in his life. Soos at least has his priorities straight.

Stan was even glad to see that Soos was willing to question him. When the portal was reaching the final countdown, he didn’t hesitate to protect the kids from him when he thought Stan was dangerous. He didn’t know, none of them did, so he didn’t blame Soos for distrusting him. He hoped he never had to betray him again. They both had crappy dads, and Stan knew how Soos saw him. Stan was never really sure if he reciprocated those feelings. It felt natural to act the part, but to put a label as important as “dad” on Stan was daunting. Soos definitely deserves better than what he was given, Stan wasn’t sure if he was it.

Stan looked up at the familiar voices running towards him from the double doors.

“Grunkle Stan! Grunkle Ford!” Mabel waved to them

The two teenagers and Wendy walked in holding a balloon and various toys. They took some seats across from the Stans and asked how everyone was doing and if the baby arrived yet.

“Not yet, hopefully soon” Ford answered

Stan relaxed and silently enjoyed his family’s company. He laid his head back and leaned slightly on Ford to rest for a minute. His eyes shut as he listened to the kids joke around and talk amongst themselves. He squeezed Ford’s hand one more time before drifting off.

He knew he should’ve tried sleeping earlier, he wasn’t out for more than 15 minutes when Soos came into the waiting room. Stan’s eyes shot open and he was on his feet faster than he did when he was being chased by angry costumers as a door to door salesman. Soos’ red eyes sagged and he seemed exhausted, but carried a proud, wide smile across his face. He sniffed and wiped his eyes.

“It’s a boy”, he squeaked, “mom and baby are okay”

Dipper and Mabel were first to start the hugs, and the room filled with cheers of congratulations and love. Stan felt light as a feather giving Soos a hug and joking about child labor.

“Can we see him?”, Mabel bounced with anticipation

“Yeah, dudes!”, Soos gestured everyone past the corner door and into the suite. “But only for a little while, Melody has to sleep”

The room was small, dimly lit and warm. The Pines crew collectively lowered their voices as Melody came into view on the bedding holding a bundle of blankets decorated with small yellow ducklings. She was leaned back on a large pillow, covered in blankets and toted a soft smile on her face. Soos stroked her hair and picked up his little son to show to the Pines’. The younger twins got a look at him first,

Mabel squealed and cooed at the tiny infant. Then Wendy, who said hi to the baby and told Soos she’d make sure to send him gifts while she was away

“What’s his name?”, Mabel asked Melody

“I named him after my dad”, Melody replied, “Jacob”. She smiled sadly at the memory of the father she lost the year before.

Soos approached the Stans, Ford smiled and complimented the couple on a having such beautiful little boy, but shot Soos a look, who silently replied with another one. Something was up.

Finally Stan got a look at baby Jacob. “Wow” Stan smiled, patting Soos’ arm. “He looks exactly like you”

Soos laughed, “really? I think he looks like Melody”, there was a short silence before Soos spoke up again.

“Do you want to hold him, Mr Pines?”

Stan looked at Soos and smiled, “heh, sure”. He held his arms out. Soos lowered his arms to pass the baby to Stan, who scrunched his face up and started to fuss. Stan took the infant and managed to hold him with one arm. He bounced and shushed little Jacob until he calmed down. “Heya kid”, He’s held babies dozens of times, but something felt different about this one. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but Stan felt an almost magnetic pull towards him. Jacob settled comfortably against Stan and continued his rest. Stan softly beamed at the tiny person in his arms.

“Hey, Stan?”

Stan lifted an eyebrow and looked at Soos, who was fidgeting with his hands and nervously smiling.

“Uh..”, he paused, taking in the sight of Stan holding his child. “You know about my dad”, Soos looked at Ford again, who shrugged and nodded. Stan studied Ford’s face, who’s eyes strayed away as he hid a small smile. Soos got his attention again.

“You uh…he wasn’t…”, Soos choked up, his voice strained a bit, “I met you when I was probably the loneliest I ever was in my entire life”. Stan pictured the little boy he hired on the spot, he didn’t remember him until Soos showed up at his door step the next day ready to work. He didn’t know how much that quick, thoughtless decision would change his life.

Soos perked up and walked across the room to a table and picked up the piece of paper sitting on it. Soos glanced at it, then at Stan and smiled, gaining some emotional strength it seemed.

“You mean a lot me”, Soos, “you were there when I really needed it, you gave me a job, taught me just about everything I know. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that”

Stan got a bit nervous, Was this him asking to be the godfather?Everyone was silent and curiously watching. Soos held his hand out and handed the paper to Stan. He adjusted his arm to properly hold Jacob in his arm and took it. Stan flipped the page and noticed it was the baby’s birth certificate. Stan eyes bounced off the page and read the various information: birthdate, weight, parents, but he froze when he read the full name. Stan’s wide eyes questioningly studied Soos’ face.

“Are you…”, Stan felt his own throat tightening, crap. Come on, not in front of everyone “really?”, he asked. Soos gave a genuine nod and sniffed.

“I uh” Soos cleared his throat, “I was wondering, since Jacob doesn’t have one…if you wanted to be…. his grandpa?

There it was

Stan felt dizzy and took a small step back before remembering who was in his hands and regained his balance. Ford came to his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Stan decide not to look at his brother and chose to stare forward, then his eyes went back to Soos, who look deflated. Oh man. Stan was terrified, he didn’t want to say no and hurt Soos, but if he said yes….he wasn’t sure what made him so nervous. The entire concept sounded so alien to him, like he didn’t deserve the title. He always considered Soos, Melody and their son a part of his family. But to bare a title like “grandpa”, had to mean he had children that that children. That he was already a parent without his knowledge. It all felt so natural to want to lean into this and become part of this family like Soos wanted.

He heard something make a noise from beneath himself. Stan looked down at little Jacob, who was mid yawn. The baby’s mouth grew wide opens and inhaled, scrunching up his face and suddenly shut. Suddenly two tiny eyes opened for just a few seconds, enough time for Stan to make eye contact before Jacob shut them and got comfortable again

Everything was different now.

Stan didn’t notice how quiet the room had gotten nor the tears forming in his eyes. Stunned by beauty and overcome with pride and a sense of purpose. The pride he felt teaching Soos math, how to drive and attending his graduation all combined just looking at the perfect being in his arms. If he said yes, he would want everything that came with it. Stan lifted the birth certificate up to read the name again.

Jacob Stanley Ramirez

“Y-Yes”, he heard a shaken voice say, almost not realizing it was his own “of course”. He looked at Soos, tears in his eyes and a bright smile on his face. He still wasn’t sure if he deserved this, but Stan wanted it. He wanted it all. Why not indulge just this once? He gave the certificate to Ford and used his now free hand to pull Soos into a hug. Gently sandwiching his…..grandson in between him……and his son.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fan fiction #stanley pines #stanford pines #soos ramirez #melody #mabel pines #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #pop pop au #poppop!stan #dad!soos #dad!stan

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incorrectlumityquotes · 3 years ago

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DTVAU - Battleworld (Anne's Story, Part 1)

Now I'm jumping over to Anne's story. Amphibia isn't exactly more forte but none of you guys read this anyway so I doubt you'll notice if I get something wrong. Here's Anne's Battleworld story: Reunion.

"And that's the it, dude," Anne said.

Jake crossed his arms and shook his head.

"That's crazy, yo. Copies of us? I guess they thought it would be too easy if we just ran around looking for the bad guys," he said.

"Chill, broseph," Randy put his arm around Jake's shoulder only for Jake to pull away.

"Uncle Randall can handle the scandal," said Randy. "Besides Anne said it herself. She took on a bunch of these fakers and made it out okay. We haven't lost anyone."

"Actually, we lost track of Luz," Star revealed. "We're not sure where she is."

"Okay, okay, got it, chill retracted," said Randy.

"Jake, Randy, do you think you guys could fill in everyone else while Star and I search for Luz?" Anne asked.

"Sure. Everyone's accounted for except for the twins," said Jake.

"The tiny twins?" Star asked. "Dipper and Mabel?"

"Yeah, but they couldn't have gone far. Mabes was loosing her cheese over something and Dipper went after her," Randy said.

"We'll send them back here and then find Luz," Anne said. With the plan set, the heroes gave each other a nod and headed off. Jake and Randy headed back to the Goddess Sanctuary, the only safe place in Battleworld for the heroes. Anne and Star left the area hoping to find their wayward companions.

It didn't take long before they were spotted. A dirt path lead to a clearing surrounded by arches made of bones. The area appeared to forests and mountains in the distance, but could probably never reach. Battleworld was weird like that. Everything had a red hue to it and gave off a monster-like aura.

"Each place as freaky looking as the last," Anne commented.

"I think it's cool," added Star.

"Yeah, you would," Anne laughed to herself. Anne found the twins exploring the area. Dipper examined a plant and took notes in his journal while Mabel ran around searching for something.

"What are you guys doing out here?" Anne asked.

"Well, I was tried to make a map of the area," Dipper stated, matter of factly. "Mabel is looking for animals."

"How could you possibly build a world without any pets in it?" Mabel yelled.

"Guys, you need to head back to the sanctuary," Star warned. "There's some bad stuff going down."

"I wouldn't worry about it," said Dipper. "We're too close to the sanctuary for the other guys to try something."

"You wanna bet on that?" said a voice. On top of the arches stood three villains: A woman wearing green and black, a man with a robotic arm and another man with spikey black hair.

"I was wrong! I was so very wrong," Dipper panicked. His sister quickly joined his side as the heroes faced off against each foe.

The woman in green and black jumped off the arch and flipped in front of Anne.

"Just you shrimps," she asked. "Where's Kimme-cub? Is she not babysitting you?"

"I don't need a babysitter." Anne pulled her tennis racket out of her backpack and took a fighting stance.

"Oh, I'm so scared. What else do you have in there?"

"You're about to find out."

[SHEGO BOSS FIGHT]

"Fine. Whatever," Shego growled. "Who cares? None of this matters." Shego backflipped into the forest and out of sight. As dangerous as she was, Anne let her go. Her friends took priority.

"Everyone okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, we are. Woo! We totally kicked their butts," Mabel yelled.

"That...wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be," added Dipper.

"That's awesome you two," said Anne. "But you really need to head back to the sanctuary. Jake and Randy will fill you in on what's going on."

"What are you two gonna do?" Mabel asked.

"We're looking for Luz. We got separated earlier. Are you sure you two are gonna be okay?" said Star.

"Yeah, the sanctuary is just in the next area anyways. We'll be fine," said Dipper.

Star and Anne made the twins made it out of the area safely before continuing onward. As they made their way to the next area, Toffee spoke to a blonde girl in red armor.

"Look at that," he said. "Separated only for a bit and you've already been replaced."

"Oh please," laughed Sasha. "I replace others. I don't get replaced. Besides, you don't know Anne like I do. If I want her to surrender I'll just ask. But it'd be much better if she was on our side. Then we'd have the advantage."

"If you think you can," said Toffee.

"Watch and learn, lizard."

#dtvau battleworld #dtvau #dtva #battleworld #amphibia #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright

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camels-pen · 4 years ago

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The Big Dipper

DannyMay Day 4 - Stars

Summary: A warm summer night in Gravity Falls, Oregon, leads to an interesting discovery.

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The sound of loud whirring blades filled the air, drowning out the buzzing cicadas and the scurrying squirrels. Dipper’s hat blew off and his carefully arranged bangs flew around haphazardly, a few strands getting caught in his eyes.

The tops of evergreens bent lower to the ground, shaking and trembling as the sterile white machine passed above them, almost as if they would be broken or knocked down should they catch its interest. Dipper rubbed his eyes, finally dislodging the stubborn strands, and pushed back the short brown mess with a huff.

The boy in the chair next to him leaned down to the cooler, unperturbed by the wind shear, and reached his arm through the lid, rummaging around for far longer than necessary. Once the helicopter moved on, he pulled out a wet can of Pitt Cola and relaxed back into the cheap white and grey mesh of the lawn chair. There was a brief moment where he stared unabashed at Dipper’s forehead before averting his eyes to the two bickering old men on the ground. With his hat out of sight, Dipper dejectedly leaned back with a sigh, letting his hair flop back down and stick every which way it pleased.

The can was held out to him, covered in a paper thin sheet of ice all along the sides, but he pushed it away and his sister wasted no time standing on her chair to lean over his head and accept it in his stead, elbows digging into his crown and messing up his hair further.

Most of her weight was on him now and he felt the plastic legs beneath him shifting dangerously. A shock of fear gripped him and he flailed his arms, trying to shove his twin off, but only managing to bang his hand against cold aluminum.

The chair would’ve tipped over, likely sending both of them tumbling on the hard tiles, if it weren’t for the steady pale hands holding onto the other side. A thud and soft hissing indicated the location of the lost prize, but Mabel didn’t bother with sighs; she leaped off the back of her seat to pull out another.

Excited gushing filled the air as she flipped open the plastic lid and reached in to dig around the bottom of the container. She detailed all the work and effort she put into the rockets to make the sparkling showers that followed safe to eat. Danny looked impressed, but Dipper knew better; sticking a bunch of expired Smile Dip packs to the side of any kind of explosive was a recipe for disaster for more than one reason. Something he was all too happy to let the teen learn on his own.

He grinned a little, imagining the consequences of keeping silent and glanced at the black haired employee. Eyes trained on the sky with only a brief flicker to the ground when Stan caught himself in a loud curse after having Soos accidentally drop a heavy box on his foot, Danny looked like his whole world was laid out before him, spurring Dipper to follow suit.

A few of the first stars began to show up in the clear night sky like the glittering eyes of small children eager to play outside while awaiting permission from their elders. The little dots of condensed happiness peeked out of their hiding places, one after another coming into full view to beam down on the tiny folks below as the sun finally sunk below the horizon. Doors, windows, and backyard gates swung open as six new faces ran about drawing a trail from their brightest friend to paint a familiar picture in the sky. Their shining laughter illuminated the air between the moon’s old eyes that crinkled with mirth and the infinite blanket of space only visible after the sun was laid to bed.

The glow of a smaller set of joyful stars lit up much closer to the earth’s surface, catching his attention.

An array of green freckles dotted a pale nose and cheeks, multiple lines connecting them like those in a child’s puzzle game filled in so many times they nearly tear the page. The marks on his face had appeared spontaneously, yet they looked like they had always been there, shining in their neon beauty for years. They were absolutely breath-taking and judging by the soft gasp behind him, Mabel thought so too.

And even as his moment of silent reverence was broken, the smile never left Danny’s face. Twinkling blue eyes went cross eyed staring at his nose and he chuckled.

“Same hat?” Danny pointed to his freckles.

Dipper smiled, pushing aside his bangs slightly to point at his forehead. “Same hat.” The other boy nodded, satisfied.

Danny got up off his chair and briefly stretched his arms and legs while Mabel slapped Dipper on the arm, barely containing her squeals of joy.

She started forcefully shaking him when Danny moved to the ledge and carefully dropped off the side of the roof, the sound of his feet hitting the ground completely absent. Her hands used him as leverage to quickly push off the chair and scramble to the ledge, sticking her head below to futilely attempt to catch a wisp of the teen.

Not a minute later, he silently appeared above the twins, impossibly squatting on the sloped roof with only the tips of his shoes holding him on the slippery mismatched tiles, a blue and white hat in his outstretched arm.

There was an unspoken question in his eyes and an expectation hidden behind a calm mask, the slight twitch in his smirk becoming more pronounced the longer he waited. Dipper ran a hand through his bangs, stuck to his head with sweat from the day’s activities, and moved to stand in front of him.

Though he hesitated, Dipper held out a hand and accepted the offer.

#dannymay2021 #dannymay #nemo the writing ho #dp gf crossover #danny phantom #gravity falls #danny fenton #dipper pines #mabel pines #hit enter coward #a good story with similes metaphors and only two lines of dialogue in my dannymay? its more likely than you think #there aren't even any italics this time oh my gosh #usually i go hard on italics so im pretty proud of myself rn

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