A/N: To make myself a better writer, I am doing premeditated prompts. I'll make this multichapter work because I am not fitting 75 prompts into one chapter.
Enjoy my lovelies!
Dipper Punches Mabel's Ex
She ran in with tears streaming down her face. Stan sat in his recliner, Ford at the table, and Dipper with him. She came to Stan first, and the moment the the two locked eyes, a sob ripped through her throat, and she collapsed on his firm chest.
Stanley and Stanford had been young for the last few years, thanks to Ford's last major discovery.
He wrapped his arms around her and listened to her weep.
Dipper and Ford moved in cautiously and Dipper caressed her head gently.
Dipper and Mabel had always known how to care for each other. Mabel had always guarded Dipper from bullies and the psychological problems that followed. And Dipper, well, Dipper learned his lesson about not being there.
Mabel and he had been staying with a second cousin for the summer when they were eight. He turned out to be sexually abusive toward Mabel when Dipper was out of the house. When Dipper finally found out, it was too late, The scars had been left. But Dipper would never, ever let it happen again. That's why Dipper was skeptical of Grunkle Stan and every boyfriend Mabel ever associated with. And she really was grateful.
Dipper knelt to his knees and moved his caress to her shoulders as she began to breathe evenly again.
"Mabel. What happened?" his voice was cautious, calm.
"He… he… oh, geez…"
"Who, Mabel?"
"I didn't think he'd hit me…"
Dipper froze.
His hand moved from her shoulder and he began to shake.
"Who… Who hit you?"
"Dip-dot…" her voice trembled gently.
Stan widened his eyes at the young man, and he didn't know why, but he held Mabel a little bit closer. Ford looked at Dipper.
"Calm down, kid."
"Mabel, please. Who hit you?"
Mabel made her way out of Stan's arms and hugged Dipper.
"Dipper," she whimpered softly.
He hugged her a little tighter, and asked again.
"Who, Mabel?"
"Jimmy Fisher."
"...the fuck...?"
Her sweet, never hurt a fly, boyfriend!? That bastard put his hands on her!?
He took a deep breath, shaking all the while.
"Mabel. Did he leave a mark?"
"No, I ran out too quickly for him to go to town. But I think he wanted to."
"Why?" Stan asked this time, voice seething. Ford, beside him, was readily deciding what one of the dozens of killing tactics he knew would be painful enough for him.
"He..He wanted...b-but I told him...no. I told him it was over."
"And then he hit you?"
Ford asked the question carefully.
Mabel nodded and hugged Dipper tightly.
"I'll take care of you, Mabel." He smiled softly.
"You always do," she mumbled with fatigue.
...
The next day at school, teens sure Fisher and Pines as they threatened each other darkly.
You could hear the crack of his jaw. The slam of fist against cheek. The slap of his body against the concrete.
The two hundred fifty pound fuck up lay out cold as Dipper was escorted violently to the office.
