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i don't particularly care about mabel x jerry (or any ships in hoppers), but i personally always interpret them as friends and as aroace, just fyi. king george is aroace too yippee
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maybe mabel has heard of the backrooms and lowkey hunts for it (just for funsies. she's definitely hunted for cryptids before, backrooms is like a step away from that) and she's pissed that mayor jerry found it on accident before her >:)
also i wonder which backroom jerry would enjoy. i imagine he'd have trouble walking through city hall offices after dealing with the first empty office area...
mabel would weep real tears of joy upon getting to an outdoorsy/grassy area after the office area lol
Cute Pixar Hoppers Vote for Jerry Candidate T-shirt I found online! So cool to see more of his body. I remember that his face in this picture was used on the IMDB page for the movie under the characters section!
i was thinking about buying that the other day. that and the beaverton university hoodie bc it was a cute concept...however. i decided i was too poor lol
mabel, king george and jerry are all aroace. because they're my favorites
mabel didn't ID as aro for a looong time, but figures if romance is anything like what her parents had, she's good without that. jerry is actually the one who teaches her what "aromantic" means
if anyone pressures george to "produce an heir" or whatever, the pond fights them. it's an honorary pond rule. george does Not approve of that
dr. sam is probably wlw but she has a job so she doesn't really care about that right now
dr. nisha is a DISASTER lesbian struggling through a billion situationships while she ignores her crush on dr. sam
dr. conner is pansexual and normal about it. if you ignore the anxiety
conner tries to commiserate with mabel about being witness to the terrible disaster that is nisha and sam's relationship...but mabel is totally blind to romance drama and conner just ends up feeling insane lol
mabel is nonbinary but is that even a headcanon atp? it is one step away from being textual...also dr sam is an intersex trans woman. idk why i feel so strongly about that but i do. i feel like she deserves to fist fight the human medical field of science
i can imagine dr. sam spending more money on buying mabel new lab coats than funding her own projects...she would be a play-tester/field researcher alongside conner and would end up with lab coats that are dirty-beyond-repair, COVERED in bite marks and scratches and muddy paw prints. she would also be having the time of her life and conner is half TERRIFIED, half manic joy because of mabel's infectious energy
one of dr. sam's ongoing projects is an animal-proof lab coat...and/or a mabel-proof lab coat
Mabel & Jerry | gen work, pre-canon | ~1000 words of pure fluff
After getting caught in the rain, Mabel enjoys herself a lot more than Jerry does. Of course, they argue about it.
Barely proofread. I'm just having fun over here. I haven't written anything in ages :) but I finally broke and made a blog for hoppers since it STILL hasn't left my brain and now I'm apparently writing for it. my main is @wahoosleepy
also. they're not lovers, not family, but are a secret third thing: friends
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“I don’t need you to walk me home,” Mabel argues, “I’ve walked home in the dark before, you know!”
“I know,” Jerry groans before she can even get the words all the way out. He gestures wildly with one arm, his other clasped solidly over her shoulder, as he says, “It only takes one stroke of poor luck to get kidnapped, do you think I want that on my conscience?!”
And, well, that just makes her laugh. “Oh, with all the OTHER stuff weighing on your conscience, what’s one more thing, anyway?”
“That is not—”
“HEY!” a voice shouts, and Mabel twists her head around to see a darkened figure standing on the porch of one of the many identical houses they’ve been walking past. “You two! Will you please save the arguing for DAYLIGHT? Jeez!”
“Ah…” Jerry cringes, “Sorry, Tayari.”
“Aw! It’s fine,” she says, somehow instantly placated. “Just keep it down, will you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Dutifully quiet as Jerry pushes her forward, Mabel says, “It’s creepy when you do that, you know.”
“Huh? What’s creepy?”
“When you…people…like that.”
“When I—?” A pause, and then he laughs. “What, when I talk to people? How is that creepy? People like me.”
“That’s the creepy part,” Mabel mutters. “If I were alone, she would’ve scolded me within an inch of my life.”
“Well, aren’t you glad I’m walking you home, then?”
“Actually, we wouldn’t have been in that situation at all if you’d have just left in the first place!”
“Shh,” he quiets, and Mabel feels her blood boil all over again. “Do we have to keep having this argu…ment?”
Jerry trails off, and Mabel follows his eyes up to the sky to see what might’ve caught his attention. She yelps when a shockingly cold drop of water lands on her face, and laughs when more start to fall.
“Noooo,” Jerry groans again. “Are you serious? Why couldn’t you have just let me drive you home?”
“I didn’t want a ride. It’s your fault—you’re the one who chose to walk me home anyway.” Abject misery paints his face, and Mabel makes no effort to hide the humor in her voice.
“This is my favorite sweater,” he complains. “The texture will be ruined.”
“Boo hoo, old man.” She shrugs his hand off of her shoulder and then her jacket off of her arms. “Here.”
Jerry yelps as she throws her jacket over his head. It takes him a moment to settle, holding the jacket like an awning over his eyes as the water soaks into the outer layer. Not the best protection, but Mabel darts off before he can complain any further, and his misery is forgotten. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m enjoying the rain!” She certainly is, though Jerry has no idea how anyone could be happy about being caught in a sudden downpour. Mabel skips ahead with her arms held out, her hair and clothes instantly soaked. Water pours down her face, following the lines of her smile as she laughs. “Good thing I’m not a complete grouch like you are.”
Jerry doesn’t reply, and he has no idea what Mabel must see on his face when she whirls around and then slows to halt. It’s possibly the same look that makes his mother coo and pinch his cheek before he leaves for work, or the one that makes his neighbor’s kids smile and wave as they trample through his yard, loud and annoying but happy, one that reveals the warmth he feels for the people he cares for—though he would never admit to feeling any sort of fondness for Mabel.
Mabel takes in that look, and spins around again with a huff. Jerry’s not sure how to interpret that, and he doesn’t have time to consider it before Mabel—Mabel takes off. “What—hey, slow down! I’m not chasing after you!”
“Then don’t,” Mabel calls back, laughing again. She skips, hopping through growing puddles.
Jerry groans for the third time that evening and chases after her. What else is he supposed to do? He still has her jacket, after all. He’s not some jacket thief, as much as Mabel likes to think the worst of him.
It turns out they were close to her house anyway. It sits in a clearing a good walk away from the end of the neighborhood—and really, who has a dirt path instead of a driveway anymore? He makes sure to complain about this too—but at least it has a porch cover he can hide under while Mabel retrieves an umbrella for him to take home.
“Jerry,” she says as comes back out with a mischievous grin that instantly raises every red flag he can think of. “Thank you for making sure I got home okay.”
Oh. “Well, of course, it’s the least I can do for one of my constit—!” She jumps toward him, wrapping one wet arm around his shoulders in an evil facsimile of a hug as cold water seeps into his mostly dry—or, his used-to-be-dry—sweater. “AGH! MABEL!”
“I appreciate it,” she says, laughing again, and this time Jerry feels no warmth for it. Really, he doesn’t.
“Sure you do,” he says, and pushes her arm off before fleeing off the porch and under the safety of the umbrella she had given him. “When can I give this back?”
“Tomorrow. I’m not gonna miss that town hall meeting, even if it is freakishly early.”
“Of course not,” he says, rolling his eyes. Still, he can’t wipe the smile off his face.
