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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

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.

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ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

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When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it.

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay.

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance.

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

#GF #fanfiction #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #ford and mabel bonding #Fiddleford McGucket #dancing #night fever #snow day

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nataliedanovelist · 2 years

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GF - Proud Grunkles

HEY GUYS! A week ago or so I opened fanfic commissions and you guys were AMAZING! So many of you showed your support either by rebloging or straight up commissioning me! I was so worried no one would and it helped me SO MUCH, you don’t even know!

I can’t thank you all enough, but I can try! So here is a short but sweet fic as thanks for all your support!

(Shout-out to @stephreynaart, who’s art is as good as canon in my book, and of course to @jackyjackdraws, @elishevart, and @presidentstalkeyes for commissioning me!)

Commissions are still open if anyone wants a fanfic!

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“I dunno, Dipper. M-Maybe you should do the call without me. Tell them I’m sick.”

“They’d still wanna call and see you if you were sick. Don’t worry, it’ll be okay.”

“What if they get stupid? What if they get mad?”

“Do you know who you’re talking about, Mabel?!” Dipper laughed and put a kind hand on her shoulder. “They’re gonna be so proud!”

The laptop started to ring, with a picture of their great-uncles at sea on the screen, and Dipper clicked while Mabel scurried for a book.

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It was six o’clock in the morning for the Stan O’ War II docked at Galway, which meant it was nine o’clock at night for the kids; the old men were about to start their day on a good note and the middle-schoolers were going to go to bed after an always-needed family call. Stan plopped next to Ford with two mugs of coffee while the eldest by fifteen minutes called two constellations on his laptop.

It rang for only a moment before Dipper answered, sitting on a beanbag on the floor of his shared bedroom, the laptop on the carpeted floor, and Mabel in a beanbag behind him, a book covering her face.

“Kids!” Stan greeted. “It’s great to see you!”

“At least, as much as we can see.” Ford peered at Mabel, who didn’t look up at the laptop. “Interesting book, Mabel?”

“Uh, yes! Hi! Sorry, but… uh, book report due tomorrow! Gotta read!”

“Uh huh.” Ford said slowly, adjusting his glasses. “I didn’t realize schools assigned Wolfman, Barechest for homework.”

“Our teacher let us pick the book.”

“Any reason why you’re ‘reading’ it upside-down, pumpkin?” Stan asked slyly, amused by his niece’s bad lying.

Mabel’s forehead turned red, and she buried herself deeper into the upside-down book and curled up into a tighter ball. “So… h-h-how’s Ireland?”

“Hey hey, c’mon, pumpkin.” Stan eased gently. “Whatcha got to hide from us, ey? You can trust us.”

“Did your hair get caught in the mixer again?” Ford asked softly.

Mabel giggled behind her book. “No, I learned my lesson on smelling cake batter.”

“Then what’s up?” Stan asked.

The teenage girl sighed, seeing how no one was going to let this go, and she closed her book and tossed it aside.

The last time the old sailors saw their grandniece she had short brown hair kept back by a colorful headband, a beautiful homemade-sweater with shorts and long matching socks to go with it. She was still the same, except her youthful face showcased a black eye.

Stan instantly got closer to the screen. “Aw, pumpkin. What happened, baby?”

“Who did this?” Ford growled darkly.

“Whoa, Sixer,” Stan chuckled, seeing his twin stand and reach for the blaster in his blue hoodie.

“Mabel, darling, who hurt you? It will take some time, but we can be there in a few days. You don’t even have to say his name, sweetheart, just tell me what he looks like and no one will ever have to look at him again THE LITTLE-“

“Whoa, whoa!” Stan laughed, forcing Ford to sit back down. “Easy there, Bryan Mills.”

Mabel bit her lip to keep her smile away and pulled her turtleneck over her head, hiding in Sweatertown over embarrassment.

“Ah, jeez. No, no, pumpkin.” Stan cooed. “We’re not mad.”

“Speak for yourself, Stanley.”

“Shaddup.” Stan warned and turned his full attention back on the kids. “What happened, sweetie?”

Mabel shrugged, most of her face still in Sweatertown, but she poked her eyes up to look at her favorite old people in the whole world. “Some girl’s been picking on me for a while. At first it was nothing bad, a few names, calling my sweaters stupid, nothing Pacifica hadn’t said to me. But it got worse, starting making me trip and claim it was an accident, started teasing Dipper, too, until today she straight-up punched Dipper in the gut and laughed, cuz he couldn’t hit back.”

“Low blow.” Stan commented.

“So I hit her back and we got into a fight.” Mabel continued.

“Did you win?”

“Stanley!”

“What?! I’m picking up a vibe that she won or something!”

Mabel giggled, now fully out of Sweatertown, and holding her knees comfortably. “Yeah, I did.”

“WHOO HOO! That’s my girl!”

“Well done, my dear! Well done!”

“But I got suspended for it.”

The old men winced. “Yeesh, that bad for punching a bully?” Stan asked.

“The school can’t prove that Karen’s been picking on me and punched Dipper, all the teachers saw was me on top of her punching her bloody nose.”

“What do your parents say about all this?” Ford asked gently.

“Dad’s proud of me and Mom says I can keep my phone, but I’m not allowed out of the house until I’m back in school.”

“Well at least your folks have some sense.” Stan chuckled, arms crossed over his beefy chest. “Well, we’re proud of you too, pumpkin. I’m sorry you had to go through that, but I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”

“Me, too.”

“Thanks.” Mabel muttered, blushing, then sneered, “Dipper was pretty good, too. Called Karen a…?”

“I told her I saw through her fake pearls, off-brand purse, and lipstick so bland I could see her crusty musty lips so it’s no wonder a guy wouldn’t kiss her.”

“DAMN!” Stan yelled, laughing with pride, while Ford’s jaw was practically on the floor.

“He’s been watching way too much Why You Ackin’ So Kray Kray.” Mabel giggled while her brother got a turn to blush with pride.

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