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storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 12:10 pm
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[Gravity Falls] this love is glowing in the dark (Mabel/Pacifica)
Title: this love is glowing in the dark
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Length: 601 words
Prompt: Gravity Falls fic battle: Mabel/Pacifica , Pacifica gets a tacky homemade Christmas sweater in the mail.
Pairing: Mabel/Pacifica
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Pacifica's mail usually comes in small, neatly wrapped packages, so the big cardboard box taped together at all seams with Rudolph the Reindeer stickers comes as a surprise.
Pacifica's mail usually comes in small, neatly wrapped packages, so the big cardboard box taped together at all seams with Rudolph the Reindeer stickers comes as a surprise. She's gotten a lot of packages lately since her parents up her credit card limit in December so she can buy her own gifts. She definitely does not remember buying this.
Her friends have been dragged off to family vacations so she's home alone this afternoon, just herself and the help in the mansion. Her parents are probably in Hawaii. That's their favorite place to go for the holidays. She'll join them when the semester is over. She's already bought three bikinis for the occasion.
She opens the smaller boxes first -- a scarf she'd ordered, more fashionable than substantial, and a necklace with little hearts along the chain. It is adorable.
The other box looms. There isn't a return address on it, and her own name and address is very neatly printed. Finally she shrugs and opens it. She could always return it if it turned out to be something she didn't like.
She wrestles it out of the box and it turns out to be a sweater. An enormous sweater with, yes, Rudolph the Reindeer on it. There's a card that flutters out onto the floor. Pacifica throws the sweater on her bed and picks up the card.
"THE NOSE GLOWS," the card says inside. "Merry Christmas from Mabel."
Pacifica puts the card down and looks at the sweater. It is mostly red, with white trim and the reindeer in the middle. It is lumpy in places and... yes, one arm is longer than the other by at least two inches.
No one else is home. Pacifica reaches out and pokes the reindeer in the nose. It lights up cheerfully. There is some kind of little light-up device embedded in the knit.
Pacifica stuffs the sweater in the bottom of her closet and goes to the mall.
*
It's still there when she gets home; the maid isn't allowed in her closet. The card has been picked up, however, and given pride of place on the mantlepiece in the living room. It looks a little sad among all the gold and green and glitter, a small white folded piece of paper with a snowflake on the front. Pacifica feels weird looking at it. She snatches it up and takes it back to her room. She really should just throw it away, but instead she tucks it into the drawer of her bedside table.
She flops down on to her bed and stares at the ceiling, thinking about Mabel. She hasn't seen her in almost four months now. She never thought she'd miss Mabel's cheerful enthusiasm or the easy way that Mabel inserted herself into her life. She never thought she'd miss a mini-golf rival.
She misses her a lot. Mabel is the only person who has never wanted something from her because she's beautiful or rich or successful. Pacifica knows how to handle people, and she doesn't mind the hangers-on; it's nice to have an audience. But she gets tired of giving, sometimes.
She didn't get Mabel a present, and she knows Mabel didn't expect one, which makes this gift all the more infuriating.
The house is still quiet so she gets up and goes into her closet to get the sweater. She puts it on. It's kind of itchy and the underarms are strangely tight and it smells like Mabel, like raw sugar and art supplies.
"What a loser," Pacifica says to herself, and she pushes the stupid red nose again.
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Length: 601 words
Prompt: Gravity Falls fic battle: Mabel/Pacifica , Pacifica gets a tacky homemade Christmas sweater in the mail.
Pairing: Mabel/Pacifica
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Pacifica's mail usually comes in small, neatly wrapped packages, so the big cardboard box taped together at all seams with Rudolph the Reindeer stickers comes as a surprise.
Pacifica's mail usually comes in small, neatly wrapped packages, so the big cardboard box taped together at all seams with Rudolph the Reindeer stickers comes as a surprise. She's gotten a lot of packages lately since her parents up her credit card limit in December so she can buy her own gifts. She definitely does not remember buying this.
Her friends have been dragged off to family vacations so she's home alone this afternoon, just herself and the help in the mansion. Her parents are probably in Hawaii. That's their favorite place to go for the holidays. She'll join them when the semester is over. She's already bought three bikinis for the occasion.
She opens the smaller boxes first -- a scarf she'd ordered, more fashionable than substantial, and a necklace with little hearts along the chain. It is adorable.
The other box looms. There isn't a return address on it, and her own name and address is very neatly printed. Finally she shrugs and opens it. She could always return it if it turned out to be something she didn't like.
She wrestles it out of the box and it turns out to be a sweater. An enormous sweater with, yes, Rudolph the Reindeer on it. There's a card that flutters out onto the floor. Pacifica throws the sweater on her bed and picks up the card.
"THE NOSE GLOWS," the card says inside. "Merry Christmas from Mabel."
Pacifica puts the card down and looks at the sweater. It is mostly red, with white trim and the reindeer in the middle. It is lumpy in places and... yes, one arm is longer than the other by at least two inches.
No one else is home. Pacifica reaches out and pokes the reindeer in the nose. It lights up cheerfully. There is some kind of little light-up device embedded in the knit.
Pacifica stuffs the sweater in the bottom of her closet and goes to the mall.
*
It's still there when she gets home; the maid isn't allowed in her closet. The card has been picked up, however, and given pride of place on the mantlepiece in the living room. It looks a little sad among all the gold and green and glitter, a small white folded piece of paper with a snowflake on the front. Pacifica feels weird looking at it. She snatches it up and takes it back to her room. She really should just throw it away, but instead she tucks it into the drawer of her bedside table.
She flops down on to her bed and stares at the ceiling, thinking about Mabel. She hasn't seen her in almost four months now. She never thought she'd miss Mabel's cheerful enthusiasm or the easy way that Mabel inserted herself into her life. She never thought she'd miss a mini-golf rival.
She misses her a lot. Mabel is the only person who has never wanted something from her because she's beautiful or rich or successful. Pacifica knows how to handle people, and she doesn't mind the hangers-on; it's nice to have an audience. But she gets tired of giving, sometimes.
She didn't get Mabel a present, and she knows Mabel didn't expect one, which makes this gift all the more infuriating.
The house is still quiet so she gets up and goes into her closet to get the sweater. She puts it on. It's kind of itchy and the underarms are strangely tight and it smells like Mabel, like raw sugar and art supplies.
"What a loser," Pacifica says to herself, and she pushes the stupid red nose again.