Something I wrote for my Grammar class using Gravity Falls characters, save for a single OC. This is from an AU I’ve had for forever but never really said much about so yeah. Idk why its called Hotshot, the title just sounded cool and seemed fitting. Implied Starla (Stan/Carla) at the end.
On a cool, September night, a young girl stood on a sidewalk, the long black road only dimly lit by a single streetlight. Her white dress kept clinging to her legs, the wind sweeping the long ruffles to the side, and her green ribbon tails kept falling down into her face.
She took hold of them, loosely trying to tuck them into the neck of her dress, even as the wind pulled them free again. She let them be, too impatient to bother with it.
He was should have been here by now. Crossing her arms over her chest, small fingers drummed against the inside of her arm for a long moment before she gave an exasperated groan. “Where is he?!”
She fumbled to take her phone out, tapping away a text just as a red station wagon came speeding around the corner. Knowing better, she took a step back, watching the crazy driver as he managed to park half on the curb. The window rolled down and an older man in about his late forties leaned across the seat, a large grin adorning his face, “You ready to go, Ethel?”
The ten year old deadpanned, “You’re late, Uncle Stanley,” but still climbed into the passenger’s seat.
“I’m also handsome, but we can talk about all that later. So, tell me your story again.” He put the car into drive, Ethel starting and flying about to belt up. It clicked just as he slammed a foot on the gas.
“You know, driving like this isn’t exactly going to keep attention off us.”
“We’ll be fine, yeesh.”
A sigh bordering on irritation slipped her lips and she dropped the conversation in favor of sniffling, looking at Stanley with big, shiny brown eyes, “I-I can’t find my mommy… She forgot me…”
Stanley’s tone was emotionless, “Where did you last see her?”
“I saw her after the party tonight.” Her voice came off tiny, as a small whisper.
“When was the party?”
“A couple hours ago.”
“What’s her name?”
“Rebecca.”
“Good, you got it… And you know what to do if you can’t think of an answer to a question?” He glanced over at her, a single eyebrow raised.
Ethel only snorted before her lower lip quivered and she promptly burst out into tears, shaking her head and hugging her body tight.
Stanley laughed, reaching over to wrap an arm around her and pull her to his side, even with the crazy driving jerking them around, “Alright, alright. You got it.”
Ethel laughed a little, wiping at her eyes and calming herself down some. “Don’t worry so much. I can take care of myself, Uncle Lee.”
“I know you can, I know.” He smiled down at her, kissing her forehead before coming to a hard stop in front of their destination.
“Okay,” Ethel took a deep breath, “I can do this.”
Stanley nodded, reaching behind his seat to grab the bag that he had brought with him. He offered it to the child, who carefully opened it and went through the contents. “Once you get the stuff, come out and wait near the car. It’s Monday, so they’ll be closing about now. You have five minutes and then I’ll come in.”
With a firm bob of her head, she slipped on the strap of the bag and exited the car. Grabbing a stuffed, yellow bunny from the bag, she headed into the bank.
Ethel entered the lobby, large and painfully clean. Her tiny feet tapped against the marble floor, the noise practically screaming through the vacant room. It was dimly lit, only two workers at the counter and readying to close up for the night. They were quick to notice the small, quivering child in the middle of the area.
There was a middle-aged man, and he looked at her with a touch of awkwardness, “Um, Carla?”
The woman at his side looked up before following his gaze, “Oh… Hello, dear. Are you lost?”
Ethel squeezed her bunny tighter to her chest, head shaking.
“Well, where are your parents?” She came around the counter to crouch beside Ethel, a gentle hair brushing dirty blond hair back.
“I-I don’t know… I-I lost them… My mommy was with me but… But she forgot me…” Large, scared brown eyes looked into kind, light hazel ones shining through brown bangs, and Ethel almost felt bad for what was about to occur.
“What’s your name?”
“Melanie…”
“Okay, Melanie. Do you know your mommy’s name or phone number? Maybe I can find her for you.”
Ethel sniffled, eyes welling up with tears, “I… I-I don’t…” Small hiccups echoed across the lobby, tears beginning to run and drip.
Through a haze of tears, she glanced at the man still behind the counter. She was running out of time.
Carla tsked, wiping at Ethel’s tears and murmuring soothing words. She looked over her shoulder, “Thistle, can you bring me some tissues and then call the police to let them know we’ve found someone’s child?”
Ethel’s heart skipped a beat, but she reminded herself that they’d never get that far, she needed to pay attention.
Thistle came over, a fistful of tissues in hand and Ethel’s muscles tensed. She reached behind her and swiftly brought out a large pistol in each hand, stepping back, “Nobody move! This is a robbery!”
Thistle dropped the tissues, hands flying up into the air.
Ethel wished she could take a picture of their absolutely shocked expressions, like she’d just pulled a rug out from underneath them. Any minute now Uncle Lee would come in, she just hoped, to herself, that Thistle or Carla didn’t screw this up. Thistle was tall, with savagely long blonde hair hanging down all around him. He didn’t look like much, real lanky, but he still looked strong enough to disarm Ethel, especially since she was just a child.
Carla was just a worry because of her close proximity.
But no unwanted issues occurred, and Stanley soon came in, a black ski mask on, leaving his brown mullet smushed to the back of his neck. He reached in Ethel’s bag, pulling out another gun and aiming it at the two employees. His voice wasn’t like the cliche shouting that happened in the movies, but it was still demanding and obviously not wanting any bull crap. “Get down on the ground!”
Carla and Thistle slowly, warily, obeyed. Ethel could see Thistle shaking slightly and rolled her eyes.
“Give me the gun, sweetie.” With a nod, she handed Stanley a gun before heading to the counters to gather up money and stuff it into her bag in handfuls.
“Why are you doing this?” Carla spoke clearly, voice steady.
Ethel hated that question. Everyone in every movie and book asked it. And it made her feel more like a villian than she really saw herself as.
Stanley was the one who answered, “We got to feed ourselves too, ya know.”
Carla said no more for the moment, the only sound ringing through the lobby being that of Ethel digging around for cash.
Finally, she came skipping over, grinning, “All ready to go, Jack!”
Stanley gave her a smile, obviously proud she’d known better than to say his real name, “Alright. Go out to the car, I’ll close up here.”
With a nod, she dropped her gun in the bag and skipped out to the car. Stanley could hear it start up from inside the building, the engine none to quiet. He started to back up, scolding, “Stay where you are!”
Carla twitched then shifted, looking up and Stanley cried out the demand again with more force. She had her hands up in the air but called over him, “w-Wait! Wait! I want in!”
Stanley nearly tripped over his own feet, tough facade faltering a moment, “What?”
“I want in. I hate my job! I’ll help you two, besides, the more, the better. And it’s one less witness to talk to the police.”
Thistle stared up at her in shock, hissing, “Carla, what are you doing?”
She ignored him, and Stanley chewed on his lip. Ethel wouldn’t like this… But the woman made a point. Besides, how often was it that a pretty broad would want to go bank robbing with him?
“God, this is such a mistake… Alright, c’mon!”
Carla grinned, rising to her feet and starting towards Stanley, leaving Thistle crying, “Carla, you can’t be serious!”
“Serious as a heart attack, honey!” She tossed him a grin, peeling the nametag off her chest to throw it behind her, catching the gun Stanley tossed and strutting out her way out of the place. Stanley followed after her, closing the bank doors and taking his belt out to secure them shut.
Thistle never saw Carla again, and Ethel earned an official aunt a year later.
Carla's been done with your shit since the 1600's Stan. Thistle on the other hand is slightly more sympathetic. Ford just finds it hilarious every single time. (Yaa I was thinking about Fairly odd Grunks and the scene from FOP where we first meet Juandisimo soooo you get this.)
This is such crack. Such crack. But I couldn't help myself. Have Stan being sad because he saw his brother for the first time in years and it went badly only to have his kinda boyfriend being too high to even realize that he should be trying to comfort him (so Stan has to do all the work himself and 'force' Thistle to cuddle and make out with him for comfort) For the Vinyl Records AU if that wasn't obvious. Yes they are on a bean bag chair.
Title: Thistle Down
Author: Sherrie Hansen
Publisher: Second Wind Publishing, LLC
Genre: Romance
ISBN: 978-1938101496
Thistle Down
by Sherrie Hansen
Book review by David Pereda
THISTLE DOWN reads like a made for TV character-driven, episode of a series filmed in Scotland. The character of the pastor, Ian McCraig, is engaging and authentic. The characterizations of Emily, Benjamin, Greg, and…
