Prompt: Stan's first family fishing day with the twins after they move up to live in GF with him. Bonus points for Ford being pulled into it and starting to work through some of the fears and awkwardness around Dipper, but no pressure there if it focuses better without him coming along.
They had only been on Lake Gravity Falls for twenty minutes,the Stan o’ War drifting listlessly across the surface, but that was all thetime needed for Stan to realize that this trip was a terrible idea.
The kids had been moved back in for two weeks now, butnothing seemed to have gotten better. Inwardly Stan winced at that. One kid ademon, and the other taking the brunt of that; how could he even use that word,better? But yeah. Mabel… hadn’t done much of anything. She ate, she slept, shehelped in the Shack but that was it. He hadn’t seen her touch a needle or a penor a glue gun the past two weeks. Had barely heard but twenty words out of hermouth a day since he had picked her up from the bus station. Hell, she wasbumming out the rubes the way she sat behind the register, though Stan wouldrather slit his own throat than ever say that to her.
He looked at Mabel, hands trailing in the water, fishingpole abandoned, not even squealing for joy as a troop of pixies skidded anddanced across the surface of the lake. Sixteen… she and Dipper had celebratedtheir birthday about a month before he got a phone call from California.Sixteen and that wasn’t much younger than he was when his father threw him outon the street. Wasn’t much younger than he was when he drove away from his homefor the last time with only twenty dollars in his pocket and not even a fulltank of gas. Mabel… and Dipper, Dipper too- they both still had parents thatloved them, parents who called every other night to see how they were doing(calls that Mabel took in stony near silence, calls followed by an earlybedtime.) Parents who had listened to Mabel’s proposition, parents who sentmoney to support their children at his house, parents who knew when to lettheir children go.
Was it better to have left in disgrace, Stan thought, orwith love and understanding?
As for Dipper… Stan sighed. The kid was a demon, literally,and there was no getting around it. He didn’t want to treat Dipper like hisparents had, didn’t want to be scared of his goddamn nephew. But having Dipperliving with him had been more difficult than Stan had expected. It was onething to hear from Mabel and to see during holidays that Dipper needed to besummoned onto this plane in order to see him, and another to actually live withit. Mabel was strung tighter than Ma sometimes, with the amount of playingTelephone she had to do. And there had been a hundred other little things aswell, things he was supposed to deal with better because Stan knew betterand-
A brush of cold air on his neck. Oh yeah. The kid could tellwhat he was feeling now; Dipper used some fancy shmancy word to describe it butthis whole thing was hard enough to talk about for Stan as it was. Stan triedto calm himself down, tried to focus on only his fishing rod and the bob of hisline in the water. Focus on the fish and not his niece who looked half ready tothrow herself in or a nephew who he couldn’t even see at all.
Having them come here was supposed to make things better.Having his kids here was supposed to fix them, supposed to make them…Stanwasn’t fool enough to think ‘happy’ but at least a little better than before.
He didn’t want to break the most important relationships inhis life, not again.
There was a sniff from Mabel’s side of the boat, a sniffthat not even new and improved homemade fishing buddy hats (Dipper had gottenas best of a top hat as Stan could contrive) could keep away.
Okay. His sniveling wasn’t fixing anything. Maybe this triphadn’t gotten off to a good start but he’d be damned if it would keep on beingso damn gloomy. This shit, his kids… this wouldn’t get better just by wishingand hoping and farting around. Like all good things, Stan was going to have towork for it.
He threw an arm around Mabel, startling her.
“Hey, I don’t want to see any long faces on this boat! You’regoing to cheer up damnit, even if I have to bring out the joke book.”
“You didn’t pack it Grunkle Stan,” Mabel pointed out, butwith a little more life in her voice than she had had in the last few weeks. Heraised his eyebrows at her.
“Oh I didn’t eh?” He reached for his tacklebox and pulledout a drawer, revealing an old and stained copy of the joke book. Stan grinnedat her. “Why don’t you call that brother of yours on the boat; I’ll give him afish or something.”
Mabel cocked her head, listening at the air, then said “Dippersays give him the bag of gummy worms under your hat you weren’t going to shareand you have a deal.”
“Sheesh kid, way to screw me over,” Stan grumbled, but hewhipped out the bag and tossed it to the area where Dipper was fading intoview.
Maybe things weren’t perfect, maybe it’d take time to get toa new kind of normal. But for now, Mabel was smiling, a small one but still asmile, and Dipper was gagging and complaining that his nose could really smell dead fish now and it wascompletely disgusting, and there was a tug on his line. Things weren’t perfect,but hell.