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polychromatic) wrote2012-11-25 03:49 pm
polychromatic) wrote2012-11-25 03:49 pm
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Twins! Yay twins! Solving weird mysteries in a weird town!
Gravity Falls
Sweater-Worthy
Mabel and Dipper Pines
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Prompt: Gravity Falls, Mabel + or / any characters, http://fashionablygeek.com/wp-content/u
546 words
When Dipper was startled awake by wails and slamming doors, he thought for sure that today was the day that he would finally discover the Mystery Shack was totally haunted.
Five minutes of "It's not here! Or here! Or there! Or anywhere!" ringing down the hallway in the wake of frantic running steps, more slamming doors, and the occasional pig squeal convinced him otherwise.
"Mabel!" he groaned, rubbing his eyes blearily.
She burst through the door as if on cue, eyes frantic and hair all askew as she hopped from foot to foot with flailing arms in some sort of weird hybrid between sign language, charades, and interpretative dance. "DIPPER!" she shouted as if he wasn't already in the room with her, "IT'S GONE, IT'S GONE, IT'S GONE!!!" By this time Waddles had caught up and was running around her in circles grunting noisily.
Okay, he'd bite. "What's gone?"
"My vintage Wonder Woman knitted sweater!" she practically howled, throwing her arms up in despair, "I've looked everywhere, Dipper!"
Oops.
"Oh... um."
She practically pounced on him, the collar of his t-shirt balled up in her fists as she shook him with distress, "What? Did you see something? Do you know who did it?!"
"Uh yeah, actually. It was... me?"
"What?" she dropped him and jumped off the bed, hands clapsed together, her body practically vibrating with hope, "Does this mean you finally admit Wonder Woman is the true superhero of our times?"
"What? No! It's totally Batman! Anyway, I don't have it, I lent it to Wendy for tonight's 'Party Like It's 1975 But You're Really A Superhero From Before It was Cool To Like Superheroes' dance," he shrugged nonchalantly, "She'll probably bring it back tomorrow."
"Dipper! How could you?"
"It's not like you ever wear it!" he protested, pulling his cap lower over his eyes guiltily, "It's always just sitting there in the closet!"
Mable crumpled to the ground dramatically facedown and mumbled something into the floor as Waddles poked her with his snout in a concerned manner.
"Um. What?"
"I said," she lifted her head momentarily to glare at her brother, "That I was waiting for the day I'd be worthy of wearing that sweater. I was saving it for a special occasion! I spent five hours of my life stalking that bid on eBay and then spent three years admiring it in my closet waiting for the right moment, Dipper, and you couldn't even bother to ask me first?"
Dipper winced - both at his sister's words and her dropping her face back on the floor with an audible thunk! - "Aw, c'mon Mable, I didn't know..."
More muffled zombie sounds from the floor.
"Okay, look I... I'll ask Wendy for it back!" he said with a sinking heart.
Her only response was some sort of dying fish flop.
Thirty minutes, two sweaty hands, and sixty stammered syllables later, he dropped the vacuum-packed bag of Wonder Woman sweater in front of Mable's nose and she immediately responded by wrapping it up in both arms with a squeal of delight. "Oh thank you Dipper, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried, nuzzling the plastic to her face before addressing the golden "W" crest with a passionate whisper of, "We'll never be parted again."
Sweater-Worthy
Mabel and Dipper Pines
Written for
comment_ficPosted here.
Prompt: Gravity Falls, Mabel + or / any characters, http://fashionablygeek.com/wp-content/u
546 words
When Dipper was startled awake by wails and slamming doors, he thought for sure that today was the day that he would finally discover the Mystery Shack was totally haunted.
Five minutes of "It's not here! Or here! Or there! Or anywhere!" ringing down the hallway in the wake of frantic running steps, more slamming doors, and the occasional pig squeal convinced him otherwise.
"Mabel!" he groaned, rubbing his eyes blearily.
She burst through the door as if on cue, eyes frantic and hair all askew as she hopped from foot to foot with flailing arms in some sort of weird hybrid between sign language, charades, and interpretative dance. "DIPPER!" she shouted as if he wasn't already in the room with her, "IT'S GONE, IT'S GONE, IT'S GONE!!!" By this time Waddles had caught up and was running around her in circles grunting noisily.
Okay, he'd bite. "What's gone?"
"My vintage Wonder Woman knitted sweater!" she practically howled, throwing her arms up in despair, "I've looked everywhere, Dipper!"
Oops.
"Oh... um."
She practically pounced on him, the collar of his t-shirt balled up in her fists as she shook him with distress, "What? Did you see something? Do you know who did it?!"
"Uh yeah, actually. It was... me?"
"What?" she dropped him and jumped off the bed, hands clapsed together, her body practically vibrating with hope, "Does this mean you finally admit Wonder Woman is the true superhero of our times?"
"What? No! It's totally Batman! Anyway, I don't have it, I lent it to Wendy for tonight's 'Party Like It's 1975 But You're Really A Superhero From Before It was Cool To Like Superheroes' dance," he shrugged nonchalantly, "She'll probably bring it back tomorrow."
"Dipper! How could you?"
"It's not like you ever wear it!" he protested, pulling his cap lower over his eyes guiltily, "It's always just sitting there in the closet!"
Mable crumpled to the ground dramatically facedown and mumbled something into the floor as Waddles poked her with his snout in a concerned manner.
"Um. What?"
"I said," she lifted her head momentarily to glare at her brother, "That I was waiting for the day I'd be worthy of wearing that sweater. I was saving it for a special occasion! I spent five hours of my life stalking that bid on eBay and then spent three years admiring it in my closet waiting for the right moment, Dipper, and you couldn't even bother to ask me first?"
Dipper winced - both at his sister's words and her dropping her face back on the floor with an audible thunk! - "Aw, c'mon Mable, I didn't know..."
More muffled zombie sounds from the floor.
"Okay, look I... I'll ask Wendy for it back!" he said with a sinking heart.
Her only response was some sort of dying fish flop.
Thirty minutes, two sweaty hands, and sixty stammered syllables later, he dropped the vacuum-packed bag of Wonder Woman sweater in front of Mable's nose and she immediately responded by wrapping it up in both arms with a squeal of delight. "Oh thank you Dipper, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cried, nuzzling the plastic to her face before addressing the golden "W" crest with a passionate whisper of, "We'll never be parted again."