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The fresh breeze of the Norwest lands scurred between the mountains, between the hills, beneath the trees, until it reached the nostrils of a young man inside a van which was stationed atop a hillside.
He breathed deep, filling his tired lungs with the soft breeze and all the scents it brought from every corner of the undying forest. His always hurried mind took this moment of serenity to fuel itself back to be awake, he already processing within his blurred thoughts all the duties of the day.
Mile 82, 54. Mile 21, 12 up to date. We go downhill until…
Then he opened his eyes, and the list stopped. He saw her, gently snoring in her sleep, her hands improvising a pillow. He smiled, recalling how annoying she could get when her hands felt sore; but what to do about it? She looked just too adorable right now to be awoken just for the sake of a mere slumbering formality. Her neon-stained, raggedy hair fitted with her purple sleeveless shirt, the only piece of cloth she was wearing in her sleep. He rolled his eyes down to her nude legs, remembering with heated fondness how much he made her to feel loved last night. Maybe he should put the blanket over such gorgeous sight, he thought. Unfortunate, but necessary.
Heavily, he put the brown blanket over her underside, to stop at her slightly inflated belly. His eyebrows dropped, reminding the main why of her needing to feel loved last night. She was having one of those delicate hormonal moments, a thing he took years to get accustomed and now was proving itself really useful during these uncertain times.
Uncertain, never better though.
He gave a quick kiss on her forehead, rolled his body around in search of his clothes, and hurriedly put his pants on.
He opened the backdoors, sat at the edge of the white van they lived in now, and took a long look at the immediate surroundings.
The gigantic mountains came across his sight like an unfathomable Leviathan welcoming his life with its majestic shape. Around him and all across the hillside, countless trees of all shapes and sizes covered the outline of horizon like a fortress for their tiny kingdom of intimacy and solitude. What he could give for them to have a tiny home where to start a family at a place like this, he could not tell but was certain in it.
Then he heard the growls coming from the trees, and he recalled they were just passing by.
A couple of man-sized hoofed monstrosities ran wild from between the depths of the forest, galloping over the concrete and disappearing behind another line of old pine trees. Their countless mouths filled with human-like crooked teeth, placed all across their headless, dark furry bodies, screeched continuously as they waved their long rat-like black tails at the fresh airs of the of morning.
Aaaaaaw f*ck.
Tagging eldritch creatures in a national park wasn’t precisely his dream job, but was quite within the spectrum of skills of the Mystery Twins, and as these non-euclidean beasts began to reproduce, they found themselves at a chance of getting a good source of income at the aftermath of events he didn’t want to remember right now.
If only his mind could listen to him to stop rerunning the horrible memory of that day.
Before sorrow had the chance to overtake his heart, he felt the warm of a pair of arms circling his tummy, a pair of legs caressing his, and a slightly inflated belly gently pressing his back. He smiled in relief; he hadn’t figured yet how she was able to slip across surfaces.
“Good morning, Dipdop” she murmured in his ear with seductive tone.
“’Morning, Mabes” he said back, turning his head to kiss her cheek, and then her lips, to go back to look at the hill.
“Why are yah awake so early? I wanted to spoon yah” She asked, squishing his belly with her arms”
“Dunno, just… wanted to start earlier today” He said with slow content.
“Before breakfast? You gotta be kiddin’ me” she said with pretended anger.
“You’ll never let me to skip it, will you?” He mustered with a grin.
“Nope, I won’t” She asserted. “Besides…” she said, as she squished her legs around his.
“Besides?”
“I’m still just in my shirt” she whispered at his ear. His grin grew bigger, as his sister slipped back from where she came and he rolled around to follow her.
“But what about the breakfast?” He asked with fake indignation.
“First this breakfast, then food breakfast”
“Mhmm, I like the plan…” He said as he closed the van’s door behind him.
It wasn’t the most conventional form of Love, nor the beginning of a normal life. But it was theirs to live , and they loved it anyway.
At least there, away from the unsuspecting and prejudiced eyes of the world, they were free.
If only the world could know the pain it could cause.
- Six months ago…
Mabel Pines had endured many terrifying moments in her life. When Dipper broke his leg at their kickboxing practice, when she was at the hands of a gigantic childish mechanoid, when her brother was about to be devoured by a living corpse, when she was about to be erased from existence by a extradimensional pyramid god, when she got lost in that trip to the unknown… but these immediate moments were heaving in her stomach more than any of that. Maybe it was because those moments were a little far in her memory, or because her resistance to cringe was absolutely superior to her brother’s. Or maybe it was because this time, the impending threat came from within her very own family.
And now she was frozen in place inside the van, watching how Dipper stood over the grass of the family home, his forehead bleeding and his face turning to their parents, his shape contrasted between the darkness of the night and the porch’s lamp.
Maybe they weren’t as angry and freaked out as they were an hour ago, but their resolution wasn’t something they were willing to accept. Right now, Mason “Dipper” Pines was standing against the destruction of his incoming family.
“Dipper, please… be reasonable. There is no way out of this” His father reassured, trying to appeal to his intellect, trying to undo the damage of the wound he had done to his own son. But Dipper had already cried, so the wound would stay a long time.
“No” Dipper pronounced in crackly voice.
His mother approached to him a couple of steps more, heartbroken for the glance of their own children at them. “Dipper, you’re not in your right mind, you don’t-”
“No, Mom!” Dipper yelled high. “We-we tried, we really really tried. But it didn’t matter how much we tried, how much we were honest with you. You didn’t listen, and you are still not listening. You look at us like if we were just a couple of f*cking monsters!”
“Dipper… You won’t be able to live a normal life with Mabel” His father told with serious tune. Again, they weren’t listening; again, they were mistaking their love for another crooked urge they needed to repress to have fulfilling lives. If only they knew.
“Well.. maybe we don’t want one!” Dipper finally shouted, turning around to walk aimlessly to his van.
Their parents only watched impotent how their beloved children drove away from home, and away from their lives…
“Mhm… so… I’ll want a French-Fry-Fantasy and a Slurpy Surprise” the young woman finally chose her meal options from between the short menu in the grease-stained paper sheet. It was kind of her personal politics about road restaurants to “choose the weirdest dishes in the menu or don’t say yourself worthy of a road trip”. The waitress with curly black hair and more freckles than space in the face to have them, could read for her bun hairstyle, her capri pants and her lots of laces and bracelets on her arms, that she was the extroverted and adventurous of them.
“I’ll want a pancake plate and a coffee, thanks” the man said instead. Judging by the old flannel coat and his black pants, he was the quiet one. The young waitress tried not to smile too much at the enormous contrast between their breakfast options, pondering in her mind how so alike persons could have such starkly different personalities. Anyhow, they made such a lovely couple, one of those who brighten the day of a service worker doomed to attend uncourteous people the rest of the day just like she was.
“Oh right, so a coffee cup, a Slurpy Surprise, a pancake plate and a French-Fry-Fantasy” The waitress repeated as the couple at the table nodded in agreement. “Ok, your order will be done in 10; anything else?”
“Nope, that’s all; thanks” he answered with kind tone.
“Okie dokie” The waitress said. “Oh! And congrats for your baby!” The waitress said before to leave.
“Owww thank you so much!” she said in joyful tune, making the waitress to enlarge her smile as she left to attend the order.
The young woman turned her attention back to her brother, moving over her seat with impatient joy. It was one of those days where the world seemed that friendly at them; after an inconceivable quantity of bad days in between, both had learned to appreciate them.
“Gosh I’m so hungry!” she exclaimed, enthusiastic at the edge of childishness.
“Yeaaah I kinda doubt ten minutes will be enough for your order” he asserted, resting his elbows on the table, looking out the window for a moment.
“Ooh, hush you there, bro-man! Have a little of faith in these peoples; they’re experts!” she dismissed.
“Experts in road restaurant dishes?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yep, I’m sure they attend to a special college for restaurant workers and stuff” she said with erudite-like pride.
“I did!” the old cook behind the bar yelled at their table with a stoic smile, raising his spatula. Maybe they were talking too high for a public place, but as they were currently the only customers it did not seem like it mattered at first. He usually would beg for her to slow down a little, due to the obvious need for them to conceal their true identities, but given the events of last night, he was simply happy to see her so free and being herself.
“You see? Road restaurant experts” She finally asserted as she raised her arms in a gesture of obviousness.
“Ok, I’ll eat my words along my pancakes” Dipper commented with an ironical smile.
“Yes you will, you will” She asserted, bopping his nose with the tip of her finger. Suddenly, she got aware the sorrow behind her brother’s eyes, and she worried. “What’s up, Dip?”
He paused for a couple of seconds in which his always hurried mind deliberated. She didn’t like unnecessary dramas, but she also liked him to be honest, as they had committed themselves to be. So after that instant that felt eternal, he spoke.
“Dunno, kinda… I know you’ll just tell me it was some kind of hormone rush or whatever but… I really…”
“Hey, it’s ok, Dip” she interrupted him, taking his hands with hers over the table. “I guess I was just… scared about the call Mom and Dad made and…”. For a moment, she thought she could express better by enacting, so she leaned across the space between them to rob him a deep kiss, to just after returning to her seat. “I want this, Dipper. I want all of this” She said, her eyes getting moisty.
“We’re just that crazy, aren’t we?” he asked with a moved smile. She was that fantastic and brave he couldn’t contain his love for her.
“And I couldn’t be happier for it” She asserted. He raised his hand to caress her cheek. Maybe it was the magical pregnacy hormones he had heard about in documentaries, or the strange and unnamed dimensions of their mutual love reacting again for a full catharsis potential, but she looked especially beautiful this morning, and (as energetically as he showed how much he loved her earlier at the van) she deserved to feel it. “To heck with a normal life” she cited from him as both just stared each other until the dishes were ready.
- Six months ago…
Dipper was quiet, as he had been all the way the long long time of driving lasted until the gas ran out near San Francisco Bay. He hadn’t said a word, nor even tried to clean his face of the blood; anyone with no idea of what really happened could have thought he was just coming out from a horror scene.
The unnerving silence was the exact kind Mabel recognized perfectly; she knew exactly what he was thinking and why he was thinking it. The waves of fear and regret and self-hatred and so many other things too deep to have a name. She let him have his inner battle, because Dipper Pines was the man of resolutions; but at some point she got aware he was just self-loathing again. Self-loathing for loving his sister in unexpected and strange ways she also felt. Self-loathing for stripping her dreams away just because he said he wanted to be with her and promising they would fight together whatever it would take. Self-loathing about the fact he actually accomplished his promise and now faced the true, palpable consequences of not having a plan this time. If he only had a plan, if he only…
“Dipper!” Mabel yelled at him, and he raised the head to look at her. His wound had closed enough for his blood over his face to dry a little, but the scar was still cutting his birthmark at half.
“I…”
“No. Don’t you ever dare to say you’re sorry about this. And you know what? It’s because this is not your fault, Dipper!”
“Bu-“
“But nothing, Dipper! It was Dad the one who punched you, it was Mom the one who pushed me, it was them the ones who wanted to… to wanted to…”; Mabel couldn’t even pronounce the fact that her own parents wanted to kill their unborn grandchild. “This is the part where I get all serious and say to you: We did everything we could. It didn’t work, eh? Well, we just move on and keep going forward! Because we have each other, just like we always had!” Mabel said, half crying, half smiling. Dipper smiled as well, because he knew it was true. He had saved the universe (now more than once), living in it was the least of the problems if they were that powerful together. At least, as powerful as their love was.
“To heck with a normal life” He said with trembling lips as they approached each other and kissed fiercely. Young? For sure. Inexperienced? As every young adult. Willing to face the full grasp of all the risks, the current perils, and unexpected tangents of becoming a wandering couple of roadside adventurers? As few souls in the whole Creation were.
-
It had been a tiring day. Some unseen thing had tried to eat his leg; some random stone had pierced a tire and they had to wait until a car stopped to help them and the muscled father of the family aided them to change the tire; they had tagged 328 adults and 58 younglings within the 36 nests across 28 hectares. Should they worry about the spreading of the hairy Lovecraftian monstrosities any further? Maybe, but first they should get some profit out of it. Now they were on their way to the next town, way far along the road.
For moments, they held hands together, staying in silence. For moments, Dipper changed the gear lever. For moments, they stopped so she could pee, as unceremonious as it was; pregnancy issues, she could recall very well. But they were in their way, announced by the gorgeousness of the sunset, sealed between unsaid promises coming from silent smiles. For moments, they talked as well.
“What are we gonna call our baby, Dips?” She interrupted the sound of the radio ballad songs.
“Hadn’t we agreed we were going to wait to know what our baby is to suggest names?”
“I knoooooow but I really wanna start having this solitary baby tummy-mommy chatter and I can’t just keep calling our baby ‘unnamed baby in fabrication’”.
He laughed wholeheartedly, as only she could make him laugh.
“Ok then, what if it’s a boy”.
“Weeeeeell I was thinking about Bob, or Steve, or Ronan!” She said in joy.
“Ronan? Heck no, that sounds too much. What about Connor?”
“Mhmm, I like Connor” she nodded. “Ok, so what if it’s a girl”
“Well, I kind of thought about Madeline, or Samantha, or Cassiopeia!”
“Do you really want to call our baby girl like a Greek tragedy?” she dismissed with a defiant smile.
“Ok ok, maybe it’s kinda preposterous. That’s a hard choice, Mabes”
“What about Mabel 2.0? Like Grenda!”
“I still want to figure out how names with numbers are allowed, by the way” he asserted.
“Eh, we’ll know when we reach New Jersey”
He smiled with hope. It was a still-in-process plan, but it was something they could have for sure. That, if the thing with the eldritch furry monsters didn’t grow for them to having to change it. They were going to land at New Jersey, where the grunkles would reach in some months to help them to acquire the old pawn shop they once lived in. It was a plan, and that’s the only thing they needed to know as they approached their destiny.
“We’ll make it, Dips” She reassured with a gentle glance.
“I know” He said back, as they drove deep within the endless road. Life was theirs to live, and that was everything that mattered.
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A red, green and white radiance filled Mabels room, giving it a dimly lit warm feeling. Normally she had different string lights hanging in her room that included a variety of colors, but for the holidays she decided to decorate her room in accordance with the season. She took another look around her room, proud of how the decorations came out but feeling strangely foreign in this room.
She had only been at college for a semester, but so much had happened in that time that it felt like an eternity. She had met so many new people and made many new friends. Between college classes and other activities she was swamped. So much so that she even had trouble finding time to call Dipper every once in a while. Which made today all the more exciting.
Mabel had arrived home from college for winter break a few days earlier than Dipper, and had to find things to keep her occupied while she waited for him. After she had unpacked her things and settled back into her room, she decided to explore her old stomping ground. She had visited old friends from high school and greeted her neighbors. She visited an old park her and Dipper used to frequent with her friends and went sledding down one of the snow covered hills.
Back in her room, she heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming outside and quickly ran to the window. She peeked outside and saw a taxi pulling away, as well as the distinct figure of Dipper walking up the walkway to their house. She excitedly skipped into the hallway, downstairs and to the darkened front door.
She saw the doorknob turning and reached to open it and beat Dipper to the punch. She yanked the door open and Dipper's larger form came falling through with it. Both of them yelped as they collided and tumbled to the ground.
“What the- Mabel?” Dipper asked, startled.
Mabel giggled as Dipper climbed off of her and got to his knees. He stood up and helped her up as well. Mabel reached through the darkness of the foyer to find the lightswitch and flipped it on. Both her and Dipper flinched as their eyes adjusted to the light.
Mabel looked at Dipper, and as his face came into focus, Mabel noticed that something was off. It was different than when she had last seen it. It took her a few seconds to realize. Atop Dipper's lip sat a big, bushy chevron mustache.
Mabel couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her jaw fell open and she gawked at him for a few seconds. Dipper looked back at her, clearly feeling suddenly self conscious. He gave a bashful smile in response.
“Hey Mabel.” He said.
Mabel burst out laughing. She couldn’t control herself as she backed into the wall behind her and slid to the floor. She wrapped her arms around herself as she was overcome with laughter and felt a stitch in her side.
After what felt like an eternity, her laughing died down and she looked back up at Dipper. His arms were folded in front of himself, and the lower half of his beet red face was tucked into the neck of his sweater, effectively hiding his mustache.
“Well... I thought it looked good.” He grumbled, clearly embarrassed.
“Nooo, nooo! It’s great!” She assured him, trying hard to stifle a laugh.
“Oh, please.” He said, starting to sound a bit annoyed.
“No, seriously. I’m not being sarcastic.” She stood up and walked close to him. “It’s cute.” She said as she lightly brushed it with her fingers. “It’s like a fuzzy little caterpillar.”
Dipper sighed, clearly this was not the reception he was expecting.
“Well let’s put it to the test. Bring it in for a kiss.” Said Mabel. Tapping a finger to her lips.
“Okay...” Dipper said, sounded slightly uplifted at the prospect of finally being able to kiss his girlfriend that he’s missed for so long.
They came close and kissed, just as they had countless times before.
Mabel jumped away with a yelp, rubbing her top lip. “Ow. You stabbed me.” She whined. Dipper let out a noise that was a mixture of a sigh and a groan. “Fine. I’ll go shave it.”
Mabel grabbed his sleeve as he turned to walk upstairs and held him still. “Nooo, come on, one more time. I’m sure it’ll be better this time.” Mabel said, still trying to not laugh at the humor of the situation.
Dipper stared at her. His face wore an expression of clear embarrassment and exhaustion. With one foot on the first step of the staircase, he looked upstairs, then back down at Mabel giving her best puppy eyes
“One more time.” He relented. He took his foot off the steps and turned to face Mabel again. He quickly combed and straightened out his mustache with his fingers to try to reduce the odds of stabbing her again.
They came close again, this time being extra careful during the kiss. It was slower, and thankfully without any stabbing. This time Mabel was actually able to enjoy the kiss, and she
realized just how much she missed this. The last time they kissed was just before leaving for college a few short months ago, but in that time she could already feel herself having withdrawals.
They broke apart and Mabel wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him. “Feeling better?” Mabel cood to him.
“Yeah. A little...” He really did sound better. Mabel cupped his face in her hand, running her thumb across his jawline, taking a moment to admire his facial hair. It really was a good mustache. It was fuller than she thought he was capable of, and surprisingly well groomed. This may actually grow on her. Figuratively.
“You look like dad.” Mabel added.
Dipper chuckled. “Okay, don’t make this any weirder than it already is.”
Mabel giggled. “Come here.” She pulled him close and kissed him again. “No go put your stuff away,” Mabel shoo’d him toward the steps. “Mom and dad will be home any minute.
Dinner that night was almost just as awkward as the kissing debacle. The Pines family all sat around the table, eating their food in near silence as they all stole obvious glances at Dipper's mustache.
He pretended not to notice, trying to start conversations to draw attention away from his face. He asked about what they had done since he and Mabel left, how Mabel’s classes were, and trying to talk about his own experiences. But the conversations were always short lived.
Mabel looked back and forth between Dipper and their father. The similarities between their mustaches were simultaneously uncanny and comical.
“Saving that for later?” The twin’s father asked when Dipper had a piece of broccoli stuck above his lip.
Dipper stretched his lip out in search of what his father was referring to, swiping at the hair in search of the particles of food. The rest of the family laughed as he did so.
Dipper sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Only joshing you.” The Pines father said. “Yeah...” Dipper said.
“I think he looks handsome.” Mabel said from beside him.
Dipper peeked over to her and smiled. “Well, I guess that’s enough of a reason to keep it.”
The right words," was the last thing he had said to her.
"You don't measure your words, you don't use the right words and even less to express what you feel."
But what precisely was it that he felt? If he dug deep inside his mind he felt the sweat on his hands the moment he opened the locker, his heart racing and in the end he just dropped his head inside it to lose himself in his garbage.
The days had been long, especially amidst the questions of all the curious as to why the surprise breakup with her boyfriend Demian had not been so formal but after a couple of months things were shaky between them. Or according to him, between herself.
Mabel was drowning between the corridors thinking if someone perhaps, could also think the same as he did. Although they had made an agreement that they would say it was a mutual decision, she knew it wasn't, that Demian had his reasons, his good reasons for ending it all, as much as he loved her, and that she claimed to feel the same way. To him, it was a lie.
She never measured her words, much less her feelings.
Worst of all is when that anguish could not even appear at home, from being seen between curious eyes, to that of his parents or his brother who also wondered the same thing. She could go through stray bullets of uninteresting questions and issues, in teenage matters as her mom excused, but with Dipper things were different.
Where were her feelings? She wondered over and over again in the wee hours of the morning, tossing and turning in her bed, seeing if it was right to send a message to Demian, if talking to him again would help. Who else but she could help her in those wee hours of the morning? Where it seems like everyone is asleep, and she is the only stranger who is invaded by so many crazy ideas, and none of them seem to be right.
At that moment a soft knock on her door brought her out of it all, setting her phone aside, she shuffled her feet, finding her twin on the other side, full of worry.
- Are you all right? - He asked the moment he saw her
- Y- Yes... Why do you ask? I thought you were sleeping, by the time it's .....
- I can hear between the walls the noise that you make....
She lowered her head apologetically and wished him good night, trying to close the door, wanting to end that conversation quickly.
- Wait! - Quickly Dipper stopped the door - I couldn't sleep either, what happened at school?
- What do you mean? It's all good...
- I mean with Demian....
That question she had dodged it many times, more coming from her brother, where no matter what she would say, he would quickly realize that she would lie, and the truth at that moment even she didn't have it, because her now ex-boyfriend had only left her more doubts than something for granted, she didn't hate him or anything. But it wasn't right either.
- Only term...
- Just a term? That's all?
- Dip... I'm really tired, I really want to sleep...
- It didn't seem like a few minutes ago...! - His brother's voice grew louder with every word he uttered.
Dipper hated it when Mabel avoided him like that, when she wasn't honest with him, and even more so when something affected him and he couldn't help her, and this was one of those situations.
- Just go to sleep
- Answer me! Why don't you want to be honest with me?
- What do you care about this?
- You are not well, I have been feeling it for days and I want to help you!
- You help me by leaving me alone!
It was the last thing he said before Dipper gave up his arm and the door slammed shut.
Silence took over everything after that. Between Mabel's insomnia, and until the next day, during breakfast, class hours, lunch alone and now, just missing one more class before leaving.
She really wanted to just lie there in her locker without caring about the stares of others or the murmurs she could hear. She just wanted to survive a few more minutes and then get out of there.
She raised her head again, fixed her hair and looked for some books waiting to hear the bell.
No sooner had she closed her locker to stride forward to her classroom than footsteps stopped behind her.
- Mabel...
- Yes?
He turned to see his brother, it seemed that the last time he had seen him was last night in the midst of those screams, for he barely noticed his presence at breakfast.
- Sorry about yesterday...
- I should be the one to apologize, I didn't have to yell at you like that.
- No, I was meddling in your business....
Dipper's gaze was glued to the floor, he scratched his head nervously.
- Calm down silly, it's all right - I said while tapping him on his shoulder
- I know, I just think we need some time away from all this.
- Time out?
- Well, movie night, remember? We used to do it all the time. And I thought in a "peace accord" and before exams, some quiet would be great....
He slurred every word, sounded somewhat tense and avoided looking at her.
- Great, count me in
- Well... Well...
- I'll see you on the way out bro, we'll look for tons of junk food.
Mabel was whispering in his ear as the bell rang and they both headed to class.
On the way out, Mabel was looking for her things and leaving when she received a message from her brother, he would be a little late, he needed a book from the library for the weekend.
She went out to the parking lot looking for that gray car, a gift from her last birthday, but that lately Dipper ended up driving alone because she was going with Demian or taking the bus, like the last few days.
I needed to be alone at that moment.
I looked everywhere, seeing those who arrived and left quickly, or those who organized parties surrounded by several groups.
She didn't expect to see her ex before her brother, who approached her sweetly helping her, as her vehicle alarm went off.
Before he could hear her voice, a hail of gunshots rang out in the air, followed by screams, causing many to run everywhere, others to jump into their cars and speed off.
Mabel began to search through the crowd for her brother, calling out to him, but there was no answer. Demian grabbed Mabel pulling her away, but she insisted on staying.
The gunfire grew louder, and whoever was the perpetrator seemed to be approaching where they were.
- Let's go..! - Demian insisted
- No, I can't, Dipper was on his way, he might cross paths with him to look for me....
Demian was heard to grumble grumbling, it was nothing new to her.
Mabel struggled with the boy trying to get him to let her go in his "foolish" attempt to save her, but without any success, she had to give in.
Then we have to hide...
They both stood under the car, where they could only make out the feet of people coming and going.
Quickly the running came again, followed by more screams, and more gunshots. The shooter was right above them standing in front of the car. The tip of the rifle could be seen at his feet.
All Mabel could think about was where her brother was, Demian had pulled her so quickly that her backpack had been left on the hood of the car.
That person seemed to have chosen his point guard, he turned on himself over and over again while raising his weapon. The minutes just below their feet became eternal for both of them, Mabel's breath hitched not knowing what to expect and she could only console herself by holding the hand of the man who had been her boyfriend.
At that moment the sirens were heard, there were several patrol cars approaching, that guy looked nervous, but he raised his rifle again and charged it.
Letting hear a dry gunshot plummeting in front of both young men.
She let out a scream and Demian pressed her against him, waiting for someone to get them out of there.
Dipper took longer than he thought to get a damn book out for his report, no matter how advanced the internet was, many professors still liked to screw around with mandatory library bibliography for their papers.
He looked at his phone in search of a response from Mabel, but there was none, she was probably upset, leaning on the edge of the car with her arms crossed and a somewhat mocking look on her face.
As soon as he got it sealed so he could take it with him, he hurried his pace, but before he reached the door he saw many people running in shouting to close the doors.
"They're shooting outside!"
He was in disbelief when he tried to run out to look for his sister, but they stopped him by slamming the door in his face.
- The police are on their way, we must keep the students safe.
- Many were left out! - shouted Dipper
- If the armed subject enters here it could be much worse.
Some teachers separated the kids and led them in groups to the gymnasium, some nervously crying as they flagged down their parents to pick them up. Others were checking social media to see if there were any intrepid kids recording them live outside. Dipper, on the other hand, looked again and again at the exit door.
Although at first he had been positive to find his sister in the incoming crowd, he was discouraged at first, then dialed her several times in a ringing tone that exasperated him even more.
He didn't want to jump to conclusions, he was afraid to jump to conclusions that his worst fears would become real. He dialed again and again hoping to hear her voice, until the sirens stopped to the relief of many who were there.
Most parents and relatives had approached the school seeking the safety of the teenagers, or perhaps to make sure that their children were not among the number of children with serious injuries or deaths.
Dipper could hear as they said "there are five teenagers dead and over eight injured" those words had caused his whole body to shake and the insistence on the phone to return.
But only for a few minutes, when his mother's voice brought him out of his trance.
He stood up and hugged her tightly, for the look on her face reflected how frightened and worried she was. She would get him out of there, she would take him to Mabel.
At the front door, again, everything was surrounded by police, ambulances and yellow ribbons lining the street. Dipper ignored his mother, detouring his way to the parking lot. It wasn't too hard to miss Mabel's backpack on top of his gray car, as well as the fresh bloodstain on the ground right next to him.
He turned his eyes to his mother, waiting for answers, he knew she knew where his sister was.
- Come on Dipper - She repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him towards her car.
He simply grabbed his backpack until he climbed into the vehicle, pulling his phone from inside with the thousands of calls on it.
- Where is Mabel?
- At home, she is fine
- Wounded? This wound?
- No
- Are you lying to me?
- Calm down, it's okay. Your father looked for her at the hospital...
- Hospital...
Something wasn't focusing on her mother's words, nothing gave her the security she felt, let alone peace of mind.
It took forever to get home, after passing a long line of cars on the way to school, cameras and other people who were just trespassing.
As soon as the woman parked, Dipper bolted out of the vehicle and ran to her house, turning the door handle down again and again, realizing it was locked. With the lights on inside.
Hearing the turn of the key, she saw her father on the other side, his eyes looked tired, he was still wearing the shirt he had put on in the morning, although she knew that he usually came home later, it was more than clear that he had gone out for "an emergency".
- You can calm down and be quiet," his father chirped.
Dipper took a big breath of air before stepping over the threshold of his home, seeing the living room surrounded by several pillows and blankets leaving him to notice his sister asleep on the edge of one of the couches.
Before he could run over her, he felt a gentle tug, from his father stopping his stride.
- Let her rest. She had a nervous breakdown, they took her to the hospital because they couldn't calm her down. And from there the school called me... She's still sedated...
- It's my fault," said Dipper, gritting his teeth. - If I had come out earlier...
- Don't say that son - She interrupted him - They are both fine and we are grateful for that...
- Well? - His eyes were beginning to water, for a few minutes before he had only tragedy in his head.
When the guy collapsed on the floor Mabel was sure she could see his eyes wide open along with the shot mark on a fully opened head.
Demian pressed her against his chest trying to avert his gaze as he crawled backwards trying to get out from under that vehicle.
- Don't worry, it's all over - I kept telling her over and over again.
She returned his embrace, wiping away her tears for the moment with the cuff of her sweater.
Police were approaching where the shooter's body was already lying, and others were approaching them.
- Are you all right? Ambulances are on the way
- We are both fine," said Demian, raising his hands in peace.
Mabel turned away from him looking around again and again.
- Dipper... Demian, I need to know where my brother is.
A policeman stopped her
- It is better that they stay where they are until some authority comes, there are several boys injured, and others dead. The best way to facilitate this is to stay out of our work.
- My brother was coming here before this started, he could be hurt...he could be....
- Mabel, they shot your brother! - shouted one of her companions who was being carried by a paramedic.
- No- no-no-no
She let go again trying to run, this time it was Demian who was pulling her to the ground to keep her still.
- You heard the officers, you may hinder their work if you interfere.
- What if he is injured?
- Look around Mabel, there are ambulances and others that will be arriving to help.
- And if this -
Demian just looked away, not knowing what to say...
- I have to see it for myself
- And what will that accomplish? You were going to risk your life just to look for Dipper, he can take care of himself too. He can take care of himself too. Can you?
She looked up at him, her lips trembling along with her whole body.
- I need to know where it is
Demian refused to let go of her no matter how hard she struggled, kicking or screaming. Even he couldn't recognize her under those situations.
She managed to attract the attention of the medical staff by forcibly assisting her.
After a few hours her father appeared at the hospital, taking her home, assuring her that everything was fine, that her brother would be home any minute. And although he repeated the same thing a thousand times, Mabel burst into tears, not believing anything as she hesitated, words without understanding, her face covered in tears.
For eternal minutes we both lay on the couch looking for something other than the news replaying the tragedy.
And before he could notice she was falling asleep surrounded by pillows and blankets.
Perhaps, when he wakes up he would be better off.
- It was just a scare - repeated the man, his son, giving a little peace of mind.
- Go take a shower, Dipper, and come on down. We'll wait for you here
Dipper looked at his parents and then at his sister who was sound asleep.
- She may not wake up until tomorrow, she'll be fine.
He climbed up at a slow pace while he thought about every action before that "accident" and reviewed everything in reverse, until he reached the moment of the fight.
He watched the half-open door to her room, before entering the bathroom and losing himself in the shower for a few minutes.
If I had done something different... Maybe things would be different. But in a good way?
Once downstairs, everything seemed to have calmed down.
Still, no amount of talk, no amount of questions could undo the knot she felt in her chest. Both parents' attempts were in vain.
After a few hours her father tried to carry Mabel upstairs, and she began to whimper, moving around and getting rid of him no matter what he said. Falling back onto the couch. covering herself under the blankets.
- And so it has been since he arrived," sighed the man.
- Can I - Can we stay here?
Asked Dipper stumbling over the words.
- Are you sure?
- You said it, we're fine...
Soon the lights went out and he lay on the sofa bed next to his sister.
He wasn't tired, but he wanted to give his parents some peace of mind, until they went to their room.
He waited a few minutes before crawling right to where Mabel stood whispering her name over and over again.
Suddenly hands came out from under the blanket colliding with her face, giving her small, slow caresses that made her heart race.
All a breath of air before discovering her removing the blanket and seeing a face drenched in tears, as she whimpered almost silently so no one would hear
- Hey, what's going on?
He moved closer to her who jumped up grabbing him by the collar, pulling him onto the couch beside her.
Dipper returned the embrace listening as she continued to cry.
- All is well. You are fine.
- You're here - She stammered
- I don't want to be anywhere else
- But someone said you were hurt...
- No- No, I'm fine look at me
Mabel forced a smile, unable to hold in all the pain, as she pressed herself closer to her brother's chest. Listening to his racing heart and how his arms pressed her tighter against him.
They were silent for a long time, no one dared to say anything. Their planned night was left in absolute darkness.
- Are you asleep?
- Demian told me the same thing again, the same words of the breakup....
- Were you with him?
- It was just a coincidence, the shooting started the second he crossed my path.
Mabel slurred every word. She was lying on top of her brother watching a muted television while he slowly played with her hair.
- He wanted to get away from it all, he dragged me along trying to get us to escape... but I couldn't abandon you.
- I was inside the school... it took longer than I thought in the library, I'm sorry...
- I wasn't going to abandon you, Dipper...And that bothers him.
- Wait... They broke up because of me? What?
- No, no... that's not it....
- What did Demian tell you?
- Your safety and your well being really matter a lot to me Dipper, I don't know what I would do if something happened to you.
- What did Demian tell you, Mabel?
- If only you could feel half the love you have for your brother with me... No matter what you tell me, no matter what you deny me, you don't measure your words Mabel and much less your feelings... And we ended up with
Dipper felt some of the air escaping from his lungs, his hands trembling.
- What are you talking about?
- In the hallways some spit a "weird" Demian is not bad, but....
- Are you wrong?
- I don't know, what do you think?
- That I didn't deserve you
He let out a slight chuckle causing his sister to stand up to face him a little surprised.
- What do you feel, Mabel?
- I don't know...
- Well, do you want to know how I feel? A few hours before I was so afraid that something was going to happen to you, I yelled to my mom hoping they would tell me about you. I had seen blood near the car and just thought the worst. You are my best friend in the whole world. And when I saw you okay, it was like being able to breathe calm again, I don't care what anyone else says, what Demian says. Wrong or not I care about you too much too, I would die if anything happens to you. I love you too much that many times I just hope to come home and see you. I just want to see you well, and I want you to be happy with someone, anyone, who can understand you with all you are....
Before he could speak any further he felt Mabel's lips on his, and before she could pull away he moved in closer deepening the kiss, letting his tongue enter his sister's mouth, feeling her breathing begin to quicken.
As soon as they parted they looked at each other somewhat surprised, but he was holding her hand and she was holding his face.
- Today you are all I need. You're all I want
The pieces fit together of how Mabel avoided him at times, how he really felt weird in the face of indifference, but they couldn't, no matter how much they wanted to, be apart for long.
And that early morning, both of them piled up on the couch proved it.
How their hands searched for each other at the same time as those longed-for embraces, and little kisses between dreams.
In the morning everything was totally silent. Her parents had gone out earlier.
Dipper was slowly opening his eyes, his whole body ached from how uncomfortable the two-person couch was, but Mabel didn't even seem to notice.
As soon as he tried to free himself, she woke up.
Her half-open eyes and a somewhat blank stare resembled his.
As good as everything had turned out, the last few hours left him with a raw hangover of honesty and reality.
Although at times they preferred to ignore it all by tidying up the mess in the living room. Facing each other at the breakfast table, it was hard to pretend there was nothing there.
He was the first to react by taking her hand to get her attention.
- Last night...
- It's okay... I think it was an impulse, we were nervous about what happened.
- What did you tell me about Demian?
- Just forget it Dipper
What else could be done? They couldn't just stop being siblings overnight, or start a relationship easily.
They tied a noose around their hands struggling with their feelings and doing the right thing. Fears arose at the mere thought that if they assumed their impulses the rest was uncertain and unsafe.
Would they take the risk and could their parents tolerate it?
They both looked on, their tired eyes forming. Maybe this way, without words, without actions they could understand that they should finish something that had never started.
For the best towards each other.
Mabel picked up his plate and went up to his room, and he only listened to the footsteps until his door closed, before holding his head in both hands, resigned, tormented with so many feelings that he couldn't even digest one.
He loved her so much, so much not to drag her down with him.
The whole scare to death just made everything I was feeling worse.
He understands that he was not losing her, they would simply take the distance that needed to be taken, she would never leave his side, would she?
He walked to his room, he would just let the hours pass, let time settle everything. For all he had in his head were bad choices.
But before she buried herself in her only shelter the door next door slowly opened revealing her sister.
- Aren't you going to tell me anything anymore?
Her words were full of fear, her crystalline eyes stared at him without wanting to turn a millimeter away.
How Me and My Zesty Sister Learned to Trust the Sanchez
by smithy123
“I thought the first week would be the worst.”
Mason steps out of the car, wandering off in a daze. School, he thinks, is not as bright as it used to be. It held such promises for the future. So many chances to build something for himself. He meanders through empty halls, late as usual, eyes grey with tiredness. Sleep, he thinks, is also not as nice as it used to be, on the days he manages to actually fall asleep. They were few and far between. He passes by the taunts of a few school bullies. Billy, the wise ass. He was usually the one who came up with the most remarks. The nasally pimply covered slob hated Mason with a passion. When Mason wanted to be called Dipper, Billy was the one who called him Mason. When he started preferring Mason, Billy called him Dipper, and took every and any opportunity to flick his hair up.
Jeff the dumb muscle. He had bulk, but no brains. He often followed Billy wherever he went, tormenting freshmen and sophomores alike. They were held back, and it almost seems purposefully, just so they could have another go at torturing younger children. Mason releases another pained huff. Every raspy breath felt like his lungs had holes in them. Maybe they did, stranger things have happened to the Pines Twins. Like falling in love. With each other.
The evening was so perfect. A Ducktective marathon, playing Star Galactors, Clod of War. Super Mario Mother, where she tries to find out where her sons have disappeared after forty years.
“What do you want to do next, brofriend?” She laughed. She laughed so readily with him, banishing worry and pain and all the dark voices trapped inside his head. All those whispers of “monster” “disease” “freak” “Not worthy” “Only the dark awaits”. That last one was weird, he knew, but it faded every time they drew closer together. Every kiss, every hug, every Mabel laugh that bellowed up from her belly, past his lips, echoing around his mind. Paradise.
“Hey, freak. I’m talking to you!” Jeff shoves Mason on the back of the head. He just keeps walking. No point in fighting, really. Not anymore.
“What do you want, Jeff?”
“Wondering where your girlfriend went. Where’s your girlfriend?” Mason shrugs, rolling his eyes and playing along.
“She left on Summer break early this year.” That’s all he offers. So Jeff shoves him again, sending Mason colliding with his chemistry teacher Mr. Hitchens. Jeff and Billy finally back off, giving Mason a rest. He helps dust the old man off, lifting him to his legs.
“You okay, Mr. Hitchens?” The teacher wipes some cheeto crumbs and half a sandwich off his shirt, laughing lightly.
“Uh, besides losing half my lunch, I’m fine. You? Are you doing alright?” Mason nods, hoping his teacher doesn’t realize the obvious. That Mason is the opposite of alright. If alright was at the top of a long ladder reaching into the heavens, Mason is trapped near the bottom, watching demons slowly dig ever further down away from “alright” to drag him into the pit.
“Yeah, you don’t look it… I get it though. Mabel having to go away for a while.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” Mason gathers his books and homework back up, not paying much attention to what he’s doing. Shoving the odd history paper into his math folder, pushing yesterday’s take home quiz into his history homework. His teachers are all worried. Not the least because his grades have started to falter. Getting a B in gym was fairly standard for him, but in calculus? About as rare as Mabel failing art class. So impossible. He hopes the teachers don’t show enough concern to contact his parents. The last people he wants to talk to are the people he has to share a house with now. Ever since they…
“So, Dipper. Do you want to take this date back to my place? It’s just up the way, you can’t miss it.”
“You’ll have to walk me there, I might get lost otherwise.” He offered a hand, she gladly accepted. Fingers entwined, she led him from the couch, not bothering to turn the television off. Her hands were so gentle and soft. Smooth, warm, perfect. Not like his. Coarse, rough, dried out half the time. She says he should use lotion and he knows he should. But not tonight. SSomething else is on his mind. He moves up the stairs, almost slipping on the blue carpet before Mabel catches him. ‘She always stops me falling, literally and figuratively.’
“Gotcha, dork. You ain’t falling down the stairs yet.” She picked him back up with her Alpha Twin strength. Holding him precariously on the edge of the stairs. She smiled deviously and he almost wondered if she was going to push him.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you Mabes?” Judging by how she averts her eyes she was. “Yeah, I see you, sis. So you gonna do it?”
“Well,” she laughed. “We are going to do it. But if you’re referring to the whole ‘this is the perfect moment to shove you down and fake your death for the insurance money’ then no, not going for that.”
“Your loss.”
“No,” she smiles coyly. “I think I’d rather keep you alive. Can’t rock your world if you’re just a stiff, right, stiffy?” He looks down. Her gentle touch was making him, well, stiff. She grabbed him by the balls both metaphorically and quite literally, pulling him forward to her room to the right of the hallway. “I shall guide thee, sir Dickingsauce!” He started laughing. So much so he almost lost his erection. But he’s used to her devilish desires by now. Puns abound when their playtime has come. She gently guides him to her room, shoving the door open and taking him in. She lets go of his balls and turns to meet his gaze. He doesn’t hesitate a moment longer. His lips are against hers. The taste of strawberry is on his tongue as he feels her breath, hears her desire in gentle moans. ‘More, more I need more.’ Selfish maybe. Selfish to want to keep her all to himself. But he never wants to lose this. To feel the dark pull of his own nightmares dragging him down again like those two hellish years before he discovered she felt the same way as him. He gently kicks the door closed, maneuvering around stuffed animals, an open scrapbook, and a game of scrabble left over by her friends. His face is warming up, almost burning to the touch. She takes him all the way to the bed. Then she shoves him down onto the bed before crawling on top. He laughed so happily. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
The bell rings, shaking Mason from his thoughts. “Shit.” He’s late for class again. He paces slowly down the hall, only slightly worried about another absence, trudging through the shit and waste of his life. Passing by other students, ignoring the growing rumors of the twins’ love and why Mabel has been separated from him. How could he deny it? It was true. Any day he expects to be carted away in handcuffs for being such a monstrous frea… no. He shakes those thoughts from his head. He wasn’t a freak. He isn’t a monster like his own demons tell him. Like the one very real demon in the shape of a triangle told him a week before it broke free and threw Mabel into a mockery of paradise.
“Ha! So you are just like me! A freak until the end! No worries, Pine Tree! I’ve got lots of freaks and dredges on my side. People and monsters with urges they never could indulge in ‘polite society’. You’ll never have to lie or pretend to be something different when I’m in charge! You can sing it to the highest heavens! ‘I love my sister more than any brother should!’ So come on, take that little rift of Fordsie’s and go smash it with a hammer!”
Mason walks inside, ignoring the worried eyes of his history teacher, past Jeff the idiot (Who was surprisingly not that much of an idiot in history) who’s snickering like the psycho he is. Mason falls onto his seat, taking out his giant book. He flips over to, what was their subject today? He can barely remember. He opens to the page about the Roman collapse into the Dark Ages, close enough. He opens his notebook. The once neat writing has become a chaotic scribbled mess of doodles, random thoughts about the flow of weirdness, and thinking of ways to try and contact Mabel. Their phones were taken, and due to being “grounded” his parents specifically forbade his singular friend’s parents from allowing him any phone time. Mabel had tried to call on several occasions. He needed to hear her voice, to tell him she was alright and that this was all a passing thing. That she wasn’t broken as he was because she has friends in Gravity Falls who can help her, who understand what she’s been through. All he has is Garry. It’s doubtful he’d understand, that he’d just think Mason and Mabel were weird at best. But knowing Garry he’d probably end up thinking they deserved to be separated. ‘He’d hate me. I know it.’ Mason shakes those thoughts from his head. He can’t very well reunite with Mabel if he’s flunked out of school. Even if school is just a stupid place for stupid people with their stupid rules.
Mabel straddled him. “Giddy up, horsey!” He laughed. He could laugh so readily with one such as her. She loved him, he knew. All of him. His nervousness, his confidence, how much of a wreck he could become from fear. ‘Adorable’ she called me. He never thought that way. But he’s been trapped with his inner demons for years, what did he know about himself? That he assumed his own worst thoughts were true? She proved them all wrong. Every day, even before they discovered their shared desires, she helped prove them all wrong.
“I want you, Dipper,” she growled. Her lips are on his in an instant. Fitting together perfectly, her tongue pushes past his mouth, taking what belongs to her. Tongues dancing, or as she calls it, “tongue fencing” He tries to keep hers pinned, she flicks around and pushes his down, all but literally taking his breath away. Their lips part with a notable pop. Then she moves lower, giving him gentle pecks and teasing out moans and whispers of love. Her hands reach under his shirt, lips lower, even lower. He dares open his eyes, seeing her gazing back with devilish desire.
It’s almost enough to make him cum. Almost. He feels his lust building below and she can see it twitching.
“Saluting your sister, are we?” she laughed. Rubbing her hand over his dick, it was desperate to be free. But they have all evening to play and she isn’t going to rush things. She pushes his shirt up over his head and tosses it to the side. He moves his hands back down but Mabel has other ideas. She holds his arms above his head, so helpless before her.
“More,” he moans. “Please, more.” She laughed so evilly. Her mouth rests on his left nipple, sucking and nibbling, her hand moves to his other, twisting almost painfully. He hissed her name and she let up, looking up and asking wordlessly to continue. He nodded, goading her further. ‘Pain’ he thought. ‘Delightful pain.’ She sucked his skin, biting gently, then moved to his other nipple, biting again. Slowly she moved down, marking him with her love. “Giving Dipper hickeys, sucking his titties, later his dicky, named Big Dippy”
“Mabel…” He almost laughed but instead he just choked out her name. She’s got fire in her eyes. Fire he’s so helpless against in this moment. “I’m yours,” he groaned. If she answered he didn’t know. He couldn’t hear anything save the throbbing of his heart. Badump badump over and over and over. Delicate fingers unbuckled his jeans, threading through his boxers and pulling down. Fingernails play across his skin, up and down his shaft, taunting him, tickling him. He’s putty in her hands and she knows it, devilishly enjoying how enraptured he is as she does her magic. Then her warm mouth is wrapped around his dick, sucking down to the base, tongue wrapping around his shaft, then she’s moving up again, letting him taste the cool air before returning. Heaven and Hell, together. That’s what this was. Down again, back up, so slow and never letting him have what he wants. “Boing” she mumbled, still sucking as she started moving faster. He feels the wetness of her mouth and her tongue tickling all over. She’s enjoying it just as much as he is. His hips move on their own, jerking up, selfishly wanting more of her. He feels the gentle tickling nibble of teeth and gasps. ‘God knows why everyone complains because that feels awesome.’ He feels so helpless, nothing more than a plaything for his sister’s love. ‘Oh god I’m almost there. Please more just a little longer.’
He grabbed fistfuls of sheets, twitching and clenching teeth and trying not to scream. He shakes on the verge of a climax that never comes. He feels the cold air again, whimpering selfishly as she moves back up, a coy grin plastered on her face.
“Can’t go too fast now, can we? Besides, salty treats are bad for you.”
“You’re so cruel, Mabel.” She laughed wickedly, like a witch. Again and again.
“Eeeh! Hee! Hee! Hee! Poor wretch, the spell requires a spirit in agonized pleasure! Your soul is mine! Eeeh! Hee! Hee!-” He cuts her off with a kiss, pulling her closer as his hand moves up her back,. ‘Need you focused, sis. Focused and horny.’ He clasps a handful of hair, threading his fingers through brown clufts of hair.
“Mason?” Mason shakes the feeling from his head. And now he realizes that he’s got a barely concealed erection hiding under his desk. He slouches over, groaning in pain and utter embarrassment, hoping no one spotted him in his moment of vulnerability. ‘Not presentable at the moment.’
“Uh, yes?” he pipes up.
“Can you answer the question?”
Question? What question? Shit, too busy thinking indecent thoughts about his sister and about how he’ll never feel her delighftul touch again. ‘No! We will… we will see her again. Somehow.’ He shakes his head, trying to banish the melancholy from his mind. He coughs, wipes the sweat off his brow.
“Uh, can you repeat the question?” he asks, voice breaking nervously. ‘God I hope nobody saw me.’
“Yes, uh, can you point out the name of the Pope who visited Attila in 452?”
“Uh, Pope Leo I. Historically noted for turning back the tide of the Huns.”
“Ah, but he did not truly turn back the huns, now did he?” Mason shakes his head. Irritating that his own history is wrong. He knows exactly how Leo truly turned back Attila. The meeting of Attila and Leo the First is kept in the Fourth Esdras and Gospel of Gorthur, where Leo unveiled the truth of the God of Chaos, Bill Cipher, and threatened Attilla with nightmares and cursed dreams, claiming that if Rome should fall the demon of chaos would rule all. Of course Rome fell anyways and Bill didn’t magically pop up and cause the apocalypse but, you know, details. “I can’t think like this.” He shakes his head. The urges he’s repressing, the desire in his twitching member needs release.
“May I use the bathroom?” His teacher nods quickly,with worry still plain on his face. Mason knows his parents are going to hear of his failing grades or his inability to focus in class. He doesn’t really care anymore. He pushes past his desk, ignoring the sadistic snickering of Jeff, and shoves open the door. The bathroom, left down the hall. He almost breaks into a dash and when he’s sure no one’s in the hall he chokes out a sob, falling over and almost retching. The pain and sorrow of his loss poors out in silent hitched breaths. Tears trickle down his cheek but he keeps himself as composed as possible, trying to stop the dam from breaking and destroying him right then and there. In a few moments he’s reached the bathroom, ignoring the disgusting stench of half flushed shit, washing his face and trying to keep the tears from falling. He laughs when he sees himself in the mirror.
“I look like how a toilet must feel getting clogged.” He looks back towards the entrance. No one coming inside and no voices from beyond. “Fuck it.” He has to fix this problem. Just one little problem on a pile of many. He pushes the door open to the stall farthest away from the smell, locks the door, and pulls down his pants. The stench of his own musk hits him, enough to turn him on as he takes his dick in his hands. “Come on,” he moans. “I need to feel something.”
She pushed away from him, smiling proudly and thankfully no longer laughing like a witch. She’s funny, and angelic, and awesome in all the best ways but there’s only so much he can take before he’s reduced to giggles and their special alone time goes to waste. He smiles up into her eyes as she looks down at him, a hand on her hip as she bears a most arrogant grin. She’s taunting him. She wants him to make the next move. To show just how much he needs this, willing to take control. “Mine,” he growls. He sounds like a lion cub, but that’s exactly why she loves him. A voice sweet yet tough. A warrior puppy as she called him once. So he obliges, growling low like a beast. He pulls down his jeans, kicks them away as Mabel leans over, offering a hand like a dainty and fanciful upper class lady. She expects him to kiss it. He grabs her by the arm, pulling her into his embrace and turning over. She’s now on the bed, gasping at his newfound strength. “Dipper, I didn’t know you had it in you.” She still has her sharktoothed grin, seeing his throbbing dick, leaking precum onto her bed.
“Uno reverse card,” he growled. She laughed. He didn’t. He just smiled so slyly, almost arrogantly. He ripped her shirt off, pulling down her pink pajamas and panties in one swoop. She squeaked at his speed and strength. Shocked at how much he wants her. ‘I want you more than anything else. I’d do anything just to have you forever!’ But with her so helpless before him, he decided to have some fun as well. He fully took in the sight of Mabel, so helpless before him. Slender neck, soft and perfect breasts, the curve of her hips, down… he grabs her by the hips and pulls her over the edge, falling to his knees in almost worship of her beauty. He looks into her brown eyes, pleading for him to continue. ‘Time to return the favor.’ He kisses her legs, sucking the skin of her thighs in his teeth and leaving his own marks as he moves closer to her sex, now wet with pleasure and need. He gives her lips a gentle peck before his tongue goes to work.
“Oh, Dipper. Eat me up like cinnamon swirl ice cream.”
He smiled as he moved faster, taking in all of her love. All for himself. He could feel her so close. Her body ached and jerked, her breath caught in her throat. She’s his to play with now. As if his tongue were conducting an orchestra called “Mabel’s orgasmic joy”. ‘Title needs work obviously.’ Her hands were in his hair, holding him closer as he played. Trying not to moan, desperately trying not to let the world know how much he loved her. But he wants them to know. ‘I want them to know one day, when we’re safe and away from all this. I want to shout to the heavens how much I love you, Mabel. And I want to hear you scream, Mabel. I want to hear how much you love it.’ He brings her to the brink and stops. She whimpers small pleas to continue.
“I will later, if you wish. But now… I need to feel you. I want to be one with you. I want to fuck you raw.”
“You think you can manage?” she teases, almost giggling as he crawls up the bed, giving her wet sloppy kisses all over her shaking body, her bare breasts, her neck, and then looking her eye to eye.
“Oh yes, sis. You ready for the main event?” She holds her legs tight, putting her hands over her vagina. He almost wonders if something’s wrong before realizing, no, Mabel’s just being Mabel. She makes a sound like a walkie talkie turning on.
“Schht, this is the Star Port Mabelton, unauthorized acces is prohibited, what’s your operating number and cargo, over.”
“Schht, this is the SS Big Dipper requesting docking permission with Star Port Mabelton, my number is 16.5 and my cargo is white and sticky. Over.”
“Permission to dock granted, get your nice big ship inside all of our port of entry. Over and out.” He smiled as he held his dick, guiding it to her sex. She’s so wet already. So ready for him and damn it he can barely contain himself as it is. But he keeps steady, holding a deep breath before he loses himself right then and there. And when he opens his eyes, he can see worry and love on his lover’s face. A gentle hand rests against his cheeks, and he smiles in turn, nodding as if to say ‘I’m alright. You got me.’ And then he thrusts, feeling her warm slick walls around him. It almost overwhelms him then and there. Her too, judging by the desperate wiggling his sister is doing. They haven’t even begun the main event. He leans close to her ear, feeling her hitched breathing against his face. He whispered “Mabel… mine.”
“Mine too.” He pulls out, just to the tip, and thrusts. Slowly at first, not wanting to spoil the evening. “Come on, harder bro.” He smirked, deciding to indulge.
“Come on and slam! And welcome to the jam!” She doesn’t comment on him quoting Space Jam, too delirious as he slammed into her faster and harder. Her hips jerked, moving to meet his rhythm as he built speed. They moved together as one, no cares for the world outside. He didn’t care if it was a mistake in that moment, he just wanted to hear that moan again. He thrusts again, edging out moans of pleasure as she tries to keep herself balanced. His left hand met hers, fingers laced together, as he braced on his right, shielding her from the world outside. Her eyes met his and they were filled with such wonder. He was doing this for her. He was the one who made her this happy and lightheaded. And he feels such joy welling up inside. He can feel her pussy clenching tight as she locks her legs around him. He enjoys every moment of her ecstasy. Bringing them both to their climax, she is so loud, it drives him mad with primal need. He’s almost ready to let up when she leans up, whispering in his ears. “Let’s make babies, you and me. A Little Dipper!” Instinct overwhelms all rational thought, every sensation is gone save this moment together, all desires focused simply on breeding his sister.
“Oh, oh fuck!” he shoots his seed into Mabel as she shakes with her orgasm. More more, emptying his body of lust and desire.
“Oh God, Dipper! Fuck…” She’s shaking, literally shaking! He almost can’t believe that he brought her such pleasure. That every moment of Heaven was shared with his twin. He thrusts until he collapses into her embrace, moving together in a sweaty pile . “Perfect, literally perfect.”
Mason finishes jerking himself off, letting streams of cum shoot out onto the door of his stall. He falls back, one last jerk of semen splashing his face. He groans, both in agonized pleasure and simply agony. A twinge of embarrassment because he knows he’s going to have to wipe his own semen off his face. But embarassment is replaced by the hollow pain he feels every day now.
They rest in each other’s arms. She smiles warmly, rubbing her belly. He wonders if she’s serious about having a kid. He knows the risk of genetic defects is greater for them. But there are certainly ways to overcome those differences, supernatural or scientific. Both, possibly. But they’re only sixteen. Too young to have a child at this age. Maybe in the middle ages it could work but now they have so many other responsibilities. But as he looks into her eyes, so perfect and innocent, he knows he can do whatever it takes to keep them together. Whatever obstacle comes between them, they’ll figure it out, together. He would make plans, ways to escape if need be. Plans for every possibility save the one happening right now. He hears the door turning. Ears beating bright red, he turns around as fear fills his eyes. Soon his mother is staring right at him. He meets her watery eyes, staring like a deer in the headlights.
‘They must have come home early this evening.’ is the last thing he thought before his life turned to Hell.
Mason cleans the dried semen from his hair with toilet paper, rubbing the jizz off the walls, the door, off his shirt. He almost laughs. Out of everything he’s ever done, this is by far the most pathetic. He makes sure no one is close by before opening the door. Mason stumbles, zips up his jeans and goes to wash his hair.
“Yeah, definitely the most pathetic thing we’ve ever done. I hope next month doesn’t hurt as much as this one.”
Monster Falls AU. Mabel has changed from her original Mermaid form to that of a Unicorn, and Dipper has come upon a greater struggle with his feelings for her.
The sounds of nature did wonders for the nerves. Water moved along it’s natural path, the sounds cutting through a mental fog as it did the soil it moved over. Birds chirping in the distance, accompanied by the sounds of wind blowing through the trees, a symphony to ease an aching heart. Dipper nestled himself in this spot whenever he was facing some kind of trouble in his life. Then again he found he needed to come to this place more and more as of late.
As a creature that was half deer, perhaps it was in his nature to seek the comforts of such a setting. The essence of the forest and wilderness permeated his soul. Ever since he came to this small town of Gravity Falls five years ago he felt that it was more natural for him to be here. Especially since he got to spend time with his favorite person in the world, hiis sister Mabel. Although as of late, this was the same person that was making his problems stand out more. He couldn’t blame her though, especially when the problem was with him.
A few years ago, Dipper began to develop feelings for Mabel. He had always been close to her, they were twins, how could they not be? But he was especially close to her as he provided her much more help than any brother normally would. In this world full of different monsters and creatures, it wasn’t uncommon that different individuals, even related, would be born vastly different. In this case, Dipper having the characteristics of a deer, his sister was born a mermaid. Like any mermaid, she was elegant, beautiful, and enamored anyone who gazed upon her. It was unfortunate that he was one of them.
With her being a mermaid though she couldn’t get around as easily. Dipper naturally took up the mantle of being something of a personal chauffeur to her. He carried her around in a special tank that allowed her enough water to stay comfortable in, yet light enough for him to pull it. This way she didn’t miss out on anything. He didn’t mind taking her around, since he cared for her no matter what. Plus she would always thank him sincerely, and every once in a while he would receive a small kiss for his efforts. When they were younger it was a simple act, yet as they grew, more and more would it be an action that would cause his heart to flutter and his stomach to knot up. He knew he could never act upon these feelings but he appreciated the fact that he at least got that from her.
However, that stopped about a year ago when she decided she needed a change. After their long lost Great Uncle Ford returned to them that first year in Gravity Falls, he continued his research into more and more fantastical parts of the world they lived in. One of those was a spell that allowed monsters to change what kind of creature they were. Mabel knew exactly what kind of creature she wanted to be.
In their first year in Gravity Falls, Mabel had a run in with some unsavory purebred Unicorns. Intending to retrieve a bit of hair for protection against the likes of a certain dream demon, Mabel found their kind were rather difficult to handle. For a few years after the fascination Mabel had with them dwindled and was replaced with scorn. Much like her disdain for Pacifica, however, she found herself not holding her grudge for too long. Not that she was fully over what happened to her, but she still had some admiration for the elegance and beauty that they held. Moreso however, she wanted to prove that she wouldn’t fall into being like the other unicorns.
It was a simple ritual, but it took a day to complete. She needed a bit of the DNA for the creature that she wanted to transform into and the crystal that Ford found could allow them to make the change. She needed to be on her own as any other creatures may negate the transformation and result in her staying in her original form. Dipper gave her a hug before she began her metamorphosis and asked her if this was really what she wanted. She simply replied that it was.
For a full day Dipper was worried how Mabel was doing on her own. If everything was going as it needed to. If she needed anything, if she was having second thoughts, if it caused any issues down the line. He had to put on a brave face though. However, Ford could see through his guise and reassured him that she was going to be fine. He told him all about how he had seen the transformation take place before and how it was harmless to the user. For the rest of the day Ford helped put his mind at ease regailing him with all the stories he had regarding this process and all that came from it. It put Dipper’s mind at ease, yet what he couldn’t admit was how worried he was about how it would affect their relationship.
Ford must have been exposed to some kind of psychic energy as he delved into that as well.
“I imagined that you are worried about how this will affect how you two interact as well, right?”
Dipper was taken aback by this sudden expression of concern. Yet, he was right. That was a big part of his concerns. Dipper just sat there, and kept sipping at his drink. Ford continued on.
“I thought that would come up. I have seen that a few times in my studies of this phenomenon. Most of the time the creature doing the transformation is doing it for someone else. Other times when they do, they have a loved one worried about how it will change their lives together. Don’t worry about that though. I have seen you both through the years and not even something like this will drive you apart.”
Ford patted Dipper on the back comforting him. These words reassured him a little, yet Dipper was never one to completely let go of his worries. After enough time passed it was time for them to go to bed. It was a restless night for Dipper of course. He hoped to occupy his mind with books and making edits to his journal but he couldn’t help but stay up that night concerned.
The next day couldn’t have come any slower. He had breakfast with his Grunkles, and proceeded to help set up some new furnishings in the attic to accommodate Mabel’s new form. No longer would Mabel need the kiddy pool, tarps, and water tank that kept her properly hydrated on land. Dipper especially felt a ping in his heart with letting go of the cart he used to take her around town. What use would he be to her now? Would she want to even hang out as much anymore? These were the things he would have to wait and see when they happened.
With the last hour upon them, the Pines plus Soos, Wendy, Candy and Grenda prepared a small party to welcome Mabel back. Candy and Grenda talked about all the fun plans they had for when Mabel could walk around on her own. Dipper was happy that Mabel had such good friends to be by her side.
Another twinge of pain ran through him again.
What about him? He wasn’t planning anything big with her post transformation. He was her twin and supposed best friend. Where were his plans for her?
At that moment, a clawed paw rested on his shoulder. The brownish-red fur caught his eye as he turned his head up to see Wendy’s face looking down at him. For her cool demeanor, she always seemed to know what was getting at him and relaxed him. That is except for Mabel.
The time finally came. Everyone was on edge to see Mabel’s new form. As the door opened, the unmistakable sound of hooves on the wooden floors resonated throughout the room. She emerged through the doorway gracefully. Her coat shined with a silvery white that glimmered in the light. Her horn gave off a faint golden glow that shined brilliantly. Instead of wearing her usual water friendly attire, she now had on a sweater she had kept a hold of for times when she was going to be dry. It was more something she had fascination with and hoped to wear regularly. Now she could.
Everyone clamored at how beautiful she was. Candy and Grenda were very excited to see her new form and talked about how cute and beautiful she was. Wendy had cooly complimented Mabel in her usual and cool way. Grunkle Stan and Ford both were talking about how lovely she was and how the procedure went. Amongst the chatter, Dipper stood there as he gazed upon her. She was everything that was being said about her by their friends. Dipper couldn't find the words to express how he felt. Everyone had pretty much said what he could have said. However, one thing they didn’t say that he was longing to say was how beautiful she was, and that no alteration to her could change that beauty she had inside her. The beauty she had that he saw everyday and made him fall in love with her.
Dipper held back though and played the role as a “normal” supportive brother he should have been. He complimented her and gave her support. When she stumbled when walking he was the first to put a hand out to help her up and make sure she was okay. Being a quadruped as well he made sure to take the time and teach her how to walk on all fours. He spent so much time making sure she was ready to take things on her own. She was a remarkably fast learned when it came to learning how to do things physically, a big part of her being so hands on with so many activities.
Soon she was able to walk around on her own without any help at all. Dipper had never been more proud of her. She was able to go wherever she wanted now. However that did give a twinge of sadness in him as that meant that the time they were spending together was now over. Dipper's doing right by his sister ended up with him feeling alone once more as he watched her go and live her life without need of his help or assistance. Mabel was able to go anywhere she wanted to. Before if she wanted to go to the mall or anywhere Dipper would take her. Now he didn’t need to, and that left a void inside him.
Dipper tried desperately to fill that void and make himself feel whole again, but he wasn’t able to do it. Writing in his journal and finding new discoveries in the town provided a temporary distraction. However what he found was that being deep in the woods provided him the greatest peace from his thoughts. He let the sounds and essence of the woods settle his mind and permeate his soul, quelling the storm of emotions inside. The birds chirped, the wind rustled the trees, and all was right with the world.
However a distinct sound cut through the natural sounds. The sound of hooves trotting across the forest floor, stepping on twigs and debris as she made her way over to Dipper. His ears twitched as he picked up on the noise, turning his head in the direction of the sound and opening his eyes. There she was, the beautiful and majestic as always, standing before him so that he may admire her. If this was a trap then he would have been done for.
"Hey Bro-bro," Mabel said in her usually cheerful disposition.
“Hey Mabel,” he said with a smile on his face as he struggled to maintain his feelings. “What brings you out here?”
“I was looking for you silly.”
“Me? I mean, didn’t you want to hang out with Candy and Grenda today?”
“I was, but I think it's been a while since I hung out with ya. I miss you Dip-dop.”
Those words hit him hard as he had wondered if she was actually missing him this whole time. He wanted to tell her so many times before, but he didn’t want to guilt her and ruin her freedom and good time.
“It has been a bit, it feels like hasn’t it? I thought you would be tired of me after all the years of having me carry you around honestly.”
“Get tired of hanging out with my Bro-bro? Never! In fact I think it's been weird to not hang out with you for this long actually.”
Dipper wanted to go up and hug her after she made such a statement. It really had been too long. Instead, he stood up and stretched after having sat for so long.
“So what do you want to do?”
“Well… I was thinking maybe having a race.”
“A race?”
“Yeah,” Mabel said excitedly. “I think I have gotten used to these legs enough that I can give ya a run for your money.”
“Oh you want to bet?” Dipper asked Mabel with a sense of confidence. “I know this forest pretty well. You really think you can beat me?”
“Only one way to find out,” Mabel said with a more smug sense of confidence.
“Well what does the winner get?”
“We’ll work the details out later. But the first one to make it to the waterfall is the winner.”
“Wait, Mabel… but.”
“ONYOURMARKSGETSETGO!”
With the quick statement of their start Mabel was off in a fast gallop towards the falls. Dipper was quick to react however as he set off after her. He was used to Mabel pulling a few tricks in their competitions but she seemed to be intent on proving herself and winning this race. For what he couldn't say since they never established a prize, either way it should have been a fun run
Dipper ran as fast as he could to catch up with Mabel as she kept going through the woods. He had to admit how impressed he was at how agile and graceful she was running through the forest. From behind he saw how she would duck and dodge the branches and how she managed with the forest's terrain. He knew these woods well and understood how difficult it could be to navigate for some.
Luckily for him he was well versed in the forest terrain as he made it over and around logs and branches to eventually catch up with Mabel. Trying to stay focused on the path ahead, he did throw caution to the wind to check to make sure she was okay. He could see she was more than okay as the wind flowed through her hair and the sun shined off her unicorn body. Even though she was concentrating on the race, she had the widest grin on her face.
Dipper looked back ahead of him as he narrowly missed a branch that was about to hit his face. He was lucky his reflexes were so sharp from the years spent out there. He decided to stay focused and make it there as fast as he could. At first Dipper thought about throwing the race to give Mabel confidence in herself. But he knew better as seeing her now she deserved a fair race.
After fifteen minutes of running, Dipper could see the falls in sight. The sound of the roaring and rushing water in the distance graced his ears. He could smell the lake as he breathed heavily from having run so hard and so long. The terrain became less dense as it gave way to more grasses and shrubs instead of logs and trees. Giving it one last push Dipper hit the sands of the beach and the momentum took him into the water.
“YEAH!” Dipper shouted confidently as he turned around to see Mabel hit the water right after him.
“That.... was a… good one…” Mabel said between breaths.
“I’ll say,” Dipper said as he left the water to go to the shore. Mabel followed right behind.
After a moment for both of them to catch their break they both began to congratulate one another.
“Wow Mabel, you were so good out there.”
“Me? You were the one who was zipping around those woods like it was strolling through the park.”
“Well I do spend a lot of time here. And you seem to have it really down yourself managing a race.”
“What can I say? I had a good teacher.”
Dipper blushed at the statement as she always appreciated him and what he did for her.
“Well,” he asked. “What's the prize?”
“Well… I think the winner of this race deserves a special prize.”
Mabel walked up to Dipper slowly, with a sly grin on her face and a caring and half lidded gaze. Dipper wasn’t sure if it was his heart was beating hard from the race or if it was what Mabel was doing, but it nearly stopped when Mabel got close and personal with her twin brother and laid a kiss upon his lips.
The moment her lips pressed into his, the whole world faded away. All that he could sense was Mabel kissing him gently. Her lips were warm and soft like pillows, the taste of strawberries was detected from her lip gloss, the smell of her shampoo filled his nose, and the gentle hums of pleasure she gave practically drowned out the noise of the roaring falls. Everything about her filled his world as if she was all that mattered. To Dipper though, she really was all that mattered.
When the kiss broke Mabel took a step back and looked Dipper in the eyes. She was looking for any sign that he was okay with what happened. Mabel got her answer with a kiss from him, except this time with more passion as he wrapped his arms around her. She did the same, grasping at his shoulders tightly. Their kiss lasted another minute before breaking again.
Dipper didn’t know what to say. For as brilliant of a mind he had he was never good with his emotions and how to express them outright. All he could do was hold her hand and rub his thumb across her fingers.
“What do you think of that as a prize?” Mabel asked.
“I really liked it….but, how did you know?”
“Well, it turned out that the whole seeing into other people’s hearts wasn’t a complete lie. I could sense it a little more after I changed. But you know what Bro-bro. You weren’t the only one with a weird crush.”
“Wait, what?” Dipper asked in surprise.
“What can I say? I had the best brother a mermaid could ever ask for with how you took care of me. I always thought we could be that way forever but it didn’t seem fair to you waiting on me hand and fin. So I wanted to become this, so I could let you be who you wanted to be. But after a while I realized I didn't want to be without you, and I can see now that you feel the same.”
“Mabel… I… I love you.”
It was all Dipper could think of saying.
“I love you too Dipper.”
And it was just the right words for him to say.
The two kneeled down in the sand as they rested their tired bodies after so much happened to them in such a short amount of time. They cuddled, held hands and continued to kiss for some time. It was a moment they wanted to have lasted forever and hoped would happen more often than not.
“So Dip-dop?” Mabel asked, breaking the silence. “How about another race back home? This time the winner gets to decide what to do?”
Dipper smiled as a warmth filled his heart as he gazed upon the sister that he loved so dearly.
{ I know they turned 21 last year, but getting drunk for the first time on 21st birthdays is like v special to me }
Grunkle Stan guided the blindfolded twins into the kitchen, a hand resting on each of their shoulders.
“Alright, kids, you can take them off now.”
“Hardly kids now,” they heard Wendy laugh. They removed their blindfolds to find her, Soos, and both their Grunkles standing before the kitchen table, which was lined with brightly colored bottles and cans.
Mabel tilted her head. “What is—”
“Alcohol!” Stan exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. “Booze! Man’s great equalizer!”
Ford, standing at the other side of the table, chuckled warmly. “He may have already had a bit. Happy birthday, kids! You are officially of legal drinking age now, so enjoy yourselves! But go slow. And hydrate!”
Soos raised a bottle in the air and beckoned Dipper over to him. “You’re a man now. Come try this shit.”
The dark brown glass bottle in Soos’s hand didn’t look like it contained anything terribly appetizing, and the closer Dipper got to it, the worse it stunk of yeast. He reached out to take the bottle from Soos, who was now holding it in front of him, and with another small sniff and a grimace, he reluctantly took a sip. Immediately after, he began coughing and sputtered out a, “this is disgusting!”, shoving the bottle back into Soos’s hand.
“That’s the taste of manhood,” Stan said proudly, clinking his own beer bottle against Soos’s. “It’s an acquired taste, like coffee and cigarettes and lake water. You’ll get used to it.”
“What was that last one?”
Stan narrowed his eyes. “Cigarettes?”
“N-no, after that,” Dipper replied, grabbing a bottle of water off of the table and chugging it down to get the taste of stale bread and dead dreams off of his tongue.
“Don’t worry about it,” Stan said, waving a hand dismissively.
Mabel watched in slight horror as the interaction went on. “Do I have to drink that, too?”
“No, thank fuck,” Wendy cut in, handing a colorful, foamy, multicolored atrocity to her. “I took the liberty of making you something a little more… you. It’s gonna be a total sugar rush, and you won’t be able to taste the alcohol at all, so be very careful.”
Mabel’s eyes widened as an excited gasp left her. She eagerly took the glass from Wendy, placing her lips on the colorful twisty straw she had stuck into it, and took a big sip.
“Dipper!”
A disgusted look remained on Dipper’s face as he turned to face his twin. “What?”
“You have to try this!” Mabel pushed the glass into his hands, eyes sparkling in anticipation as she waited for her brother to taste it.
Dipper raised an eyebrow, observing the foamy pink mess, before taking a small sip.
“What do you think?!” She asked enthusiastically.
He grimaced yet again. “This is so… I can feel my teeth rotting…”
“Sorry,” Wendy laughed. “I may or may not have literally poured like an entire cup of sugar in there after all the sodas and juices.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” Mabel boasted, snatching her drink back from Dipper and taking another swig.
“You’re used to running on sugar and boybands, Mabes,” he chuckled. “Of course it doesn’t bother you.”
“Try something straight with a mixer, then,” Ford suggested, tapping a finger against the lid of the vodka bottle closest to him. “Any soda or juice will mix with it.”
Dipper eyed the table, grabbing a peach Pitt Cola and an empty cup.
“You’ll wanna measure the hard stuff,” Soos advised, handing a shot glass to Dipper. “And use more mixer than alcohol, otherwise that’s all you’re gonna be able to taste.”
With an appreciative nod, Dipper filled the shot glass, poured it into the cup, and filled the rest with Pitt Cola. A single sip and he seemed satisfied with the mix. “Thanks, Soos.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” he smiled. He then deadpanned. “I am the keeper of alcoholic knowledge.”
Stan playfully slapped a hand against Soos’s back. “Sure are, big guy.”
“Oh, on that,” Wendy piped up. “Carbonation will filter the alcohol into your blood quicker, so be careful with your mixers.”
Soos cleared his throat as he stood from his spot and offered it to Dipper, Wendy mirroring the same action for Mabel. “Go on. Sit down. Drink. Talk about stuff.”
The twins took a seat, offering each other a smile across the table.
“Here’s to 21,” Mabel smiled, raising her glass to meet Dipper’s.
“21,” he repeated, tapping his glass against Mabel’s.
They each took another sip or two.
“Who do you wanna bet is more of a lightweight?” Ford asked, working away at his own bottle.
“Mabel,” Wendy responded instantly. “Definitely. No offense,” she laughed, turning her attention to the accused. “It’s just… in my experience, for some reason, alcohol tends to hit the bubbly ones first, and I’m pretty confident you’re a happy, giggly drunk.”
“What kind of drunk do you think I am?” Dipper inquired.
“Hmm…”
“Conspiracy theorist,” Stan offered easily. “I am fully expecting you to go on about lizard people once it kicks in.”
“Hey,” he laughed. “Not fair! Don’t conspiracy theorists sound crazy? I don’t think—”
“To be fair,” Soos interrupted, taking another swig of his drink. “Your book of crazy monster stuff sounds like some conspiracy type stuff a lot of the time.”
Dipper scoffed playfully in mock offense. “Gravity Falls is full of crazy shit. I am merely documenting and researching said shit.”
This time, Ford slapped a hand against Dipper’s back. “That’s my boy! Carrying on the family business, eh?”
Mabel giggled into her drink, lips pulling at her straw, perhaps a tad too fast. “You still need to find me a unicorn. Like a good unicorn. Not one that’s all full of themselves.”
“What if I find you a caticorn instead?” He offered.
“Even better!” Mabel laughed, raising her glass, which was now halfway empty.
Wendy raised hers to meet Mabel’s this time. “Slow down there, birthday girl,” she laughed, reaching for a bottle of water to offer her. “I told you this one was pretty strong, and you don’t want to make yourself sick.”
“Pshhh,” Mabel laughed. “From sugar? I don’t get sick! My body’s built up a tolerance! A-after that whole Smile Dip incident…”
“From alcohol,” she smiled, pouring one of the water bottles into Mabel’s drink until it reached the rim. “This will help, trust me.”
Soos followed suit, pouring water into what little Dipper had gotten through on his own drink.
“Take it from someone older and wiser, little dudes,” he said, grabbing his own bottle to chug. “Hydrate or diedrate.”
“Or,” Wendy laughed. “Less drastically, hydrate or get super sick and have an awful hangover in the morning.”
“Speaking of,” Soos said, turning his attention to Stan and Ford. “Do you guys remember the first time you got drunk?”
The older twins exchanged a glance, and Ford was the first to speak.
“Times were different. Laws were different, too. We were 16, and—”
“—and you got fucked off of three beers,” Stan interrupted, pointing and laughing at his twin. “And then you got sick, but I never did. Alpha Twin!”
Ford rolled his eyes playfully. “You are not the Alpha Twin just because—”
“Ha!” Now Mabel was pointing at Dipper. “You’re the Ford, I’m the Stan! Alpha Twin!”
“Yeah!” Stan cheered, thrusting his fist into the air. “I got Mabel!”
“Hey!” Dipper laughed. “What about me?”
“I got you,” Ford proclaimed proudly. “Together, we will discover all the mysteries of Gravity Falls!”
“Like whatever the hell is living at the bottom of Stan’s sock drawer,” Wendy loudly half-whispered to Soos, who stuck his hands up in defense, chuckling, “I don’t even wanna know!”
“Grunkle Stan and I will… hmm…” Mabel chewed at the tip of her straw. “Take over the world!”
“Quite a tall order to fill, little miss.” He moved in closer to ruffle her hair. “I don’t know if my back can keep up with that.”
“Oh, shit, wait!”
They all turned their attention to Wendy, who was taking hold of Mabel’s hand and helping her to her feet. “You guys need to stand up for a minute. If you sit the whole time, the first time you get up, you’ll fall over. Happened to me my first time! Robbie started freaking out for a minute, but I thought it was hilarious!”
“I’m sure it’s not so— whoa!” Mabel clutched onto Wendy’s arm, trying to stabilize herself. “Okay, maybe it’s a little bad right now.”
Soos did the same for Dipper, helping him up, though he was much more stable on his feet.
“One to ten,” Ford said, addressing the twins. “On a lev- uh, a scale, I mean. How drunk do you feel?”
“We don't…” Mabel started, to which Dipper finished, “…have anything to compare it to?”
“That was a dumb question for such a smart guy,” Stan cackled, shaking his head at his brother.
“Yeah,” he agreed, matching his twin’s joviality. “Pretty dumb!”
“What was your first time being drunk like?” Wendy asked Soos, reaching out to playfully pluck the bottle out of his hand.
“It was fun,” he snickered. “…until it wasn’t. I got, like, mega sick, dude. But before that, I was having a good ass time!”
“First time sickness buds!” She exclaimed, reaching out for a high five with the hand that wasn’t supporting Mabel.
“Is it, uh,” Dipper, who had just been released from Soos’s grasp, chuckled nervously. “Is it possible to, um, not get sick your first time? Or ever?”
“Hydrate or diedrate,” Soos repeated.
“Hydration,” Wendy giggled, thumping Soos’s bottle against his arm before handing it back to him. “And pacing yourself, and eating before, during, or both. After is kinda debated but it seems to help me, so I do it after, too. Fresh air can help.”
Mabel looked up at Stan. “Is that why you had us each so much before this?”
“As is tradition,” he winked.
“Okay,” Dipper nodded, reaching for another bottle of water with a slight quiver in his legs. Still steady so far.
“Especially you,” Wendy playfully punched Mabel in the arm, causing her to stumble. “You’ve been going at that thing way too fast.”
“The Alpha Twin,” Mabel giggled, “does not get sick. I simply transfer all my sickness to Dipper. When we were little, I had chicken pox. As soon as mine went away, Dipper got them. I haven’t gotten them since, and if that doesn’t prove my theory, I don’t know what will!”
“Mabel, I’m pretty sure chicken pox—”
“Shhh.” She pressed a finger against Dipper’s lips. “No.” Her finger dragged down his body, quickly swiping it over his chest and arms and grabbing at his hand, which she pulled down with her as she dropped to the floor. “We’re gonna sit here now!”
The room, if only slightly, steadied once Mabel had to focus less on keeping her knees from buckling or her legs from otherwise taking her down. As she looked across to Dipper, though, he seemed to be swaying a bit. Or maybe she was— she couldn’t tell.
Stan began telling a story above them, but from down on the ground, and with her lack of focus, his voice sounded small and distant.
“I’m… mmm… mm… tired.” She yawned and reached out for Dipper, who was already staring at her. “Are you tired?”
He shrugged his response. “You wanna go to bed?”
“Yes. No. Mm-may—yes.”
“Okay,” Dipper laughed. “Then let’s go to bed.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” Mabel repeated, now loud enough for the rest to hear, holding onto Dipper’s arm with one hand and Wendy’s leg with the other. She maneuvered herself onto her feet, tugging Dipper up with her, and just about shoved her face into his chest as she stumbled forward and clutched onto him more completely. “We are going to have a meeting. It’s about our twin telepathy.” She turned slightly to face the rest of the room. “And only s-s-twins who are under the age of… seventy-b-billion are allowed,” she slurred. “Okay, bye!”
“That means bedtime,” Dipper laughed, supporting Mabel as he helped move her over to the staircase. “This… may present a problem.”
Mabel stared intensely at the staircase for a moment, studying it, before she looked up slightly at her brother and pressed her hands against his chest and pushed to distance herself from him. “I am the Alpha Twin. There is no obstacle too large.”
“You’re gonna hurt yourself, Mabes. Come on. One step at a time.” He took hold of her arm which, honestly, she hadn’t noticed, and began helping her up the stairs.
“I’m doing it!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I’m doing it! I’m—” she looked down and noticed Dipper’s grip on her arm. “Oh. Well, we’re almost up there anyway!”
“Mabel, we’re only three steps up the—”
“We’re almost u-up there anyway,” she repeated, lifting an unstable foot, setting it down, lifting it again, moving it to the side, and fumbling closer to Dipper.
Wendy came up behind them, placed a hand on each of their backs, and helped push them forward. With some slight coordination issues, more than a little bit of random ‘whoaaa!’s, and Mabel tripping over her own feet not once, not twice, but three times, they made it to the top of the staircase.
“Should be able to handle it now,” Dipper giggled to himself, pulling Mabel against his chest once again and guiding her (pulling her, more like) to their shared bedroom.
He got them to the door, which, of course, was shut. He fumbled with the doorknob for a moment before the door swung open, which startled Mabel, and got them inside. He led Mabel over to her bed, which she managed to get into without too much trouble.
“Perfect birthday,” she mused, “almost.”
“Almost?” Dipper questioned, kneeling beside Mabel’s bed to keep himself from falling down. He had managed to keep it together enough up the stairs, but now his legs were threatening to give out and deprive him of his favorite pastime of walking in a straight line.
“There’s oooone birthday wish I didn’t get.” She stared up at the ceiling, clutching onto one of her stuffed animals.
“And what’s that? Maybe I can help?”
“Mm…” she thought for a moment. “No. Never mind. Too embarrassing. G’night!”
Dipper laughed, shaking her shoulder. “Come on, Mabes.”
“Nope.”
“You can tell me! I’m your twin. Come on, use the telepathy!”
She closed her eyes, placed a hand on Dipper’s forehead (well, mostly, and after a few tries), took a deep breath, and whispered, “I… wanted… a birthday kiss.”
Dipper scoffed, amused. “Is that it?”
“What do you mean ‘is that it’?!” She sat up quickly, opening her eyes and turning to look at him, face flushed. “It’s embarrassing! Aren’t you embarrassed?!”
“Mm… nope. Come on, you’ve admitted to me before that you’ve thought about it.”
“Thinking about it and actually doing it are two very different things, Dipper!”
He raised his hands up defensively with a soft laugh. “Alright, alright, just thought I’d offer.”
Mabel groaned playfully. She fell back into her mattress with a soft thud. “Okay… fine… come here.”
“What?”
“Come here! I’m gonna close my eyes so it’s not so… weird… and you’re gonna kiss me like I’m a princess.”
She could feel the weight on her bed shift, signaling that Dipper had sat down next to her. His next question came softly, softer than she expected, and she had to strain her ears to hear it.
“Like you’re a princess?”
“M-mhm…” she felt a little shyer about it now. It felt more real than when she had proposed it. She kept her eyes shut, but she felt her body tighten and flinch as he moved closer to her.
“Actually…” she opened her eyes to find Dipper’s face about a foot away from hers, watching her with a loving gaze. A slight smile was pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay,” she breathed. She couldn’t help but smile, reflecting her twin’s. “You can… you can do it now.”
She let her eyes flutter shut again, and he followed her lead, closing the space between them slowly, anticipation building.
His lips hovered above hers for a moment, soft breath matching her own, tension in the room building to a climax when he slowly, softly pressed their lips together.
Though anticipated, it took both of them a split second to process what was happening. Quivering lips steadied as they pressed against their matching pair, and for a moment, they were stuck there, until Dipper pressed his harder against his twin’s before awkwardly pulling away.
He opened his eyes, almost hesitantly, and watched as Mabel did the same. She blushed deeply before breaking out into a fit of giggles, forcing her head to the side so her hair would fall into her face and offer even the slightest bit of concealment.
“Perfect birthday,” she mumbled into her pillow. “For real this time.”
Dipper moved in again to plant another kiss against her face, this one a soft, loving peck on the forehead. “I’m glad,” he grinned. “I agree.”
A comfortable silence filled the room, until he whispered, “goodnight, Mabel. Happy birthday.”
She felt the weight of her mattress shift again as he stood up, crossing the room to get into his own bed.
“Um, Dipp?”
“Yeah, Mabes?”
Mabel rolled over onto her other side to face him. “Can… um… can I get birthday cuddles, too? Like old times?”
He simply chuckled, turning and walking back to her bed, which she had begun moving stuffed animals and pillows off of to give him space to lie down.
“Thank you, bro bro.” She nuzzled her face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, breathing in her scent.
“Anything for the Alpha Twin,” he murmured, earning a giggle from his sister as she nuzzled closer to him.
“Best birthday ever,” Dipper repeated, mumbling into Mabel’s hair, arms tightening around her midsection in a protective squeeze.
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Dipper and Mabel Pines were practically inseparable when they were naught but toddlers. Always playing together, pulling pranks on others. Covering for each other. Protecting each other. Caring for each other. Loving each other.
They truly were the definition of "glued together" during their childhood.
They had gone through many electrifying experiences during their youth.
One of which included fighting a literal demon born from madness itself during their 13th summer, spent alongside their Great Uncle Stanley Pines in a sleepy town in Oregon known as Gravity Falls.
Those deadly yet somewhat entertaining experiences were followed by growth spurt and identity crisises.
Adolescence had apparently knocked on their childish door, and introduced them to the reality beyond being next to one another.
Everything ranging from "sleepovers" to "parties" to "hookups" was the norm now. They had suddenly started to be pulled apart from each other's grip.
If Dipper Pines was the more reserved of the twins, the one who was against being flashy and eccentric, the self-conscious nerdy bookworm who preferred to be reading rather than dancing at Prom, his twin sister, Mabel Pines, was a different story.
She was the epitome of "Wacky". From her owning a pet pig since age 13 to her (extremely) questionable fashion sense, Mabel was what he would without the shadow of a doubt, consider as his complete, polar opposite. Compared to him, Mabel was a girl who liked the spotlight on her, a girl with no concept of personal space. She, nevertheless, was a girl with her own convictions and morals.
He liked that about her. He liked that about his sister. Yeah. His sister.
After they both graduated college, They had gone their separate ways. Mabel got married only 3 years after starting her job as an author to some snarky douchebag, everyone but Dipper approved of, but Mabel seemed pleased, delighted even. (So, who the hell was he to judge her?)
Soon after that, Dipper went out of his way and asked for Pacifica Northwest, one of his acquaintances at Gravity Falls's hand in marriage. Once they were bound by the holy matrimony, the newlyweds happily moved to New York, to expand upon their respective careers.
Little did he know, Mabel would have been so clever as to also move to New York.
A few days passed by. Then a few weeks. Then a few months.
They hadn't spoken during all that time.
Well, they had spoken, if you wanted to be horribly technical about it.
It was impossible not to, with lives as endlessly entangled as theirs were. They were siblings. Twins even. It was only natural that they would stay invested in each other's lives, as much as it hadn't been to his liking… for quite a few reasons.
However,
"Oh, hey there, Dip-Dop . How have you been?"
"Just fine, thanks. Keeping busy."
Their conversations had roughly the emotional depth and intimacy of strangers waiting in line for the toilet.
Dipper stepped inside his small apartment and shut his eyes, doing his annoyingly necessary daily ritual.
" I'm home. It should feel like home. I have to feel like home. "
He suddenly felt as if he's been away from home for too long, as If he's been sleeping in a different bed, washing in a different shower, eating on different plates for too long , and his body felt sticky with the foreignness of it all.
That's how Dipper's been feeling every minute of every day, and he just can't seem to figure out why.
He then heard voices, female laughter tinkling in from his kitchen, and shuddered his eyes open to reluctantly trudge towards the source.
He fought back the instinct to flee, to evade and hide in his room, knowing Pacifica had brought another one of her many girlfriends to play hostess with for a while. Dipper didn't know why she always brought them to their house. But whenever Pacifica is back on break from Gravity Falls, He has to suffer through making small talk with a deluge of young women; Candy and Grenda and What's-Her-Name and Tambry and Wendy, But God forbid he skip out on the fun, or else face the wrath of Pacifica.
"Are you okay, Dipper? You didn't even say hi to-"
"I'm fine, Paz, just tired. Long day."
"You're sure you're alright?"
"I'm very sure I'm alright."
"Okay.... But you can go take a nap if you want and I'll bring you up some tea in a bit."
Guilt.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Love you."
More Guilt.
"Love you, too."
Even More Guilt.
He paused outside the doorway and took a second to rearrange his face. He had it down almost perfectly now; he could make himself smile with enough warmth to seem like it really was a pleasant surprise to see whomever Pacifica had brought in , but also apologetic, so that his face could say before he could:
"Oh no, I'd love to stay and chat, really, but I just have so much work to do...yeah, that's right; I'm a researcher now, it's tough…"
But as soon as he entered the kitchen, the younger Pines twin's perfected, bashful grin slid away and it felt like he'd been punched in the throat.
As if she were a siren awaiting her prey, there was Mabel sitting at their table, angled towards him just so, a glass perfectly poised at her lips.
She froze when she saw him, eyes widening just a little.
He seized up and immediately felt like he was the intruder, like the only socially acceptable thing to do would be to make up some bumbling excuse and bolt out of his own house.
Because this sort of thing didn't happen.
Despite disliking his wife at first, and vice versa, Mabel and Pacifica really grew to become friends by the end of their first trip to Oregon ever, but it's not like all the three of them hung out that much anymore in New York so Dipper had actually expected Mabel and Pacifica's friendship to strain and weaken, due to...conflicts of interest.
He was probably equally pleased and disgusted that they remained friends this whole time.
"Want a refill, Mabel?" Pacifica's voice rang out, and the former choked on her apple juice.
She spent a long second clearing her throat, looked up at her brother, and cleared her throat again. "No, I'm all right."
"Well shit, girl, don't die on me," the blonde laughed as Dipper opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted with another one of Mabel 's raspy coughs.
He wondered if she purposely cut him off.
God, what did she think he was going to say? Like he was incapable of being in hers and Pacifica's presence without coming down with spontaneous diarrhea of the mouth and announcing all the ways he's fucked her?
He's been keeping a lid on it for almost two years. He could last another afternoon.
Probably.
"Yo, sis ," Dipper said, staring coolly at her. "You've been good?"
Mabel tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled, warm but tight. "Yeah. Really good. Really, really good."
Swell.
Pacifica leaned over the counter and stuck her tongue out at him. "Hey stranger."
The "stranger" shook himself and walked purposefully over to her, took her face in his hands and, still feeling his sister's presence like a mosquito bite on his side, kissed her.
When he felt Pacifica's mouth open slightly beneath his, he got a little caught up in it and pulled on her bottom lip, swept his tongue inside her mouth, allowed the kiss to go wet and long and socially unacceptable.
Or maybe he just told himself he got caught up in it and was actually putting on a show for Mabel , he couldn't tell. But he preferred the former thought. Less bastard-ish.
His wife broke the kiss and gave him a pleasantly confused smile, her cheeks stained red. Dipper tried his best, but couldn't muster a smile back.
He looked over for a glimpse of Mabel, but her eyes were fixed firmly on one of the many magazines spread out on his table.
"Aren't you cheeky today," Pacifica said with a laugh, craning her head in front of his to recapture his attention.
He stared down at her elegantly inviting line of her cleavage with his eyes and thought about sex. Deluded himself into believing it was with her.
"I guess," he mumbled. "What are you two doing?"
She headed back to join Mabel who was still smiling, unremittingly effervescent. Dipper didn't know how his sister did it, how she was so consistently cheerful; so serene, even after witnessing her twin brother making out with her sister-in-law.
Yeah, Mabel was really amazing to have the patience to deal with something like that.
"We were just discussing some of Mabel's ideas on her new book. She's been lacking some inspiration…" she said in a mocking posh accent and sat down, her back perfectly straight.
"I'm trying to convince her to write one about a girl who goes out on a series of dangerous missions to protect her sister and meets the love of her life during those missions, but she's not budging for some reason."
"I apologize for not wanting to rip-off the entire premise of The Hunger Games, Pacifica," Mabel replied, and if he had looked up from the spot he was currently in, making himself a treat , he would see that she was smiling.
But he didn't look. He busied himself preparing a sandwich , mostly because he needed something to distract himself from the sordid business being conducted at his table.
"But it would be so worth it to see Alex's face," Pacifica shot back brightly. "He'd probably scream and tackle you to the ground, I mean, he has always been such a huge fan of The Hunger Games!"
"Yeah, but He'd probably hate me for ripping off Suzanne Collins, Paz, keep that in mind "
The girls laughed and Dipper chopped a head of lettuce with more force than necessary, once he heard his sister's husband's name.
"Why are you looking for ideas now?" he asked them, trying not to sound petulant. "That's kind of stupid; it's only been like a year since you published the last one, right, Mabel?"
It became silent for a beat too long, so apparently he had failed at sounding casual.
"...Writing books can take a long time,Brometheus.. " Mabel answered with a proud smile. He still wouldn't look up. "Might as well get a head start."
She was...inscrutable.
"I guess you're right." He shrugged and piled on the ingredients of his sandwich. Bread, lettuce, meat, cheese. Easy, simple.
He found himself craving simplicity more and more, and wondered if that signified that he was a very deep and philosophically complex man.
Nah. Probably just another cheating, lying, toxic piece of sh—
"There are some tomatoes in the fridge if you want them," Pacifica murmured while Mabel was inspecting a glittery page of scrapped ideas for plots with a mixture of disapproval and hunger, as if she wanted to both spit and salivate.
Dipper nodded and stuck his head back into the fridge, feeling the cool tendrils make his face only feel hotter in contrast. He grabbed a large red tomato and glanced at the girls again to catch Mabel staring at him with a wide smile, but when he blinked she was right back to her magazines, looking completely innocent.
Dipper fought an eye roll as he set the tomato on the cutting board and lifted the knife.
"So, Mabes," Pacifica said coyly from the table, "any plans with the husband?"
An emotion he couldn't define welled up inside of Dipper, and the sharp edge of the knife glanced off the tomato and sliced his finger.
With a silent swear, Dipper spun around to the sink and ran his hand under the cold water. Drops of his blood dripped at the drain, crimson against chrome.
The emotion he was feeling at the mention of their plans left almost as soon as it came, and he idly dried his hands as he watched Mabel eye him with a worried air, shaking and breathing just a little too hard.
"Is it really five already?" Pacifica suddenly asked, glaring at the clock. "Damn, I have to go. I promised Mom I'd help with organizing the gala today."
He swallowed back a flare of nausea that he always felt whenever he realized that he and Mabel would be alone once Pacifica left.
She quickly gave him another peck on the lips before heading back to the table.
"You're off the hook for now, but don't think I've forgotten about the dude who sprouted flamey wings from his back. I won't give up that easily, Pines."
Mabel laughed, but it didn't sound entirely natural.
Her face was devoid of color and the grip on the hem of her dress remained bone tight. "Looking forward to seeing you try, Northwesty." She said weakly.
The blonde woman rolled her eyes before turning on the spot and Disapparating with a quiet pop.
The next moment, Dipper and Mabel were alone together for the first time in over a month.
The air felt too thick.So thick you could cut it with a butterknife. Sweat prickled his scalp, and Dipper, suddenly seized with thirst, retrieved a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the tap. The sound of water hitting glass was deafening.
"I probably should get going too, Bro-Bro, " Mabel murmured, fiddling with her scrapbook.
"If you want to," Dipper said vaguely. His constricted windpipe was making it difficult for him to speak, so he downed his glass in one go. It didn't help much.
"It's funny..." she went on, which inexplicably irritated Dipper beyond belief. He tried to calm himself, to remember that this was his sister,his twin sister, his best friend, who he shouldn't be cold towards no matter what.
"I've never really cared about this kind of stuff. Writing, I mean. Didn't even give it a second thought. I deemed it all as quite frivolous, actually. I was more of an art than literature person."
Mabel smiled wanly, as if remembering someone else entirely and not just a younger version of herself,
"I suppose the power of true love makes you see the light," Dipper said icily. He then winced at his pettiness and forced out a smile, all teeth and insincerity, but it only seemed to offend her more.
Mabel exhaled sharply through her nose and squared her shoulders. "It's just nice. That's all. To care about something good."
"I thought you were leaving," he said, cutting his sandwich in half, fully aware it'd only coerce her into staying, shortly smiling to himself afterwards.
"Be. Nice." he told himself. He tried to strain a smile again, chuckle out an apology, but it wasn't happening.
He knew he was being too harsh on her. He knew he had to stop being so mean to her. He knew he had to.
But she just wouldn't open up. That was the most frustrating thing about Mabel, she piles up her emotions and bottles them up, and chooses to avoid and escape them instead of talking about them. The worst part about it all was that she never used to be like this. All secretive and reserved. Hell she couldn't resist telling him when she had a new boyfriend or coming back home in tears once she was dumped during the course of their teenage years.
He thinks she grew up a bit too fast.
He didn't want that.
He wanted his outgoing Mabel back.
He wanted to help.
He so desperately, achingly wanted to do something, just something, to get her to talk.
Even if he had to berate her to get there.
That's how he justified his poor
attitude.
No, that's how the fucked-up, disgustingly infatuated part of him justified his petty behavior.
"Why are you being so horrible to me, Dipping Sauce?"
Dipper had no idea.
He hated sounding so insensitive, so dismissive of her problems, even though she was his sister.
He cut off the crusts.
"You can't possibly be jealous, not after I just watched you tongue down Pacifica."
He cut it into fourths.
He knew he was never going to actually eat the damn thing.
"Dipster."
"I'm not jealous," he sighed, putting down the knife. And he was telling the truth. Whatever this feeling was, he was fairly certain it wasn't jealousy.
On good days, he even liked the idea of his sister marrying whoever she liked, as long as he loved her back. He frankly couldn't give a fuck about Mabel's relationship squabbles.
Unfortunately, Dipper didn't have very many good days. As of recently, at least.
He felt Mabel step slowly towards him, and when he looked up, he saw that she was close enough to touch. Something stirred inside him, but he pushed down the impulse.
"I'm not jealous," he repeated, defensive, since her eyes were still skeptical. "I just don't like…time passing…or something."
Her face scrunched up and he knew he didn't make any sense. At a loss of what else to do, Dipper raised himself up to throw his sandwich away in the trash across the room.
She watched him warily.
"I'm sorry that you feel that way," Mabel stated, and it was the worst thing she could have possibly said. Like it was a bloody press release.
" We just have to keep moving forward. It's how we always dealt with things."
"Having sex with me wasn't moving forward." He spun around to accuse her to her face.
"But you did that. Quite a lot."
She looked very small, but she still jutted out her chin in that prideful way that Dipper sometimes liked and sometimes didn't.
"I did that, yeah. I'm not making excuses for myself. But I'm not the only one to blame here Bro. That ain't fair."
"I'm not trying to blame you," he muttered. "I just...didn't want it to stop. I liked it. Being with you."
That seemed to surprise her. It surprised him, too. They never actually talked about their transgressions — "transgressions" was a good word for it, right? Not too dramatic or descriptive, too vague to pass judgment upon.
Lapses.
Mistakes.
Slip-ups.
Shag-athons. (As Mabel jokingly called them)
— They would just occur, as if sleeping with each other was just something that was happening to them rather than something they were actively doing, despite the world being aware they were siblings.
Mabel looked down at her feet as a slow blush warmed her cheeks, leaving her flushed and appealing.
He had noticed the peony pink colored gloss adorning her so delectable and kissable lips when he came in, which he guessed she had applied to avoid questions that would blow up the cover of her "oh-so-perfect" life.
He would know that by now.
Applying Makeup to hide the sad consequences of her predicament was an obvious move. It disappointed and saddened him at the same time.
But on the other hand, She-.. Fuck, she was pretty.No, scratch that, she was…
Cute.
Wonderful.
Desirable.
Simply Gorgeous.
Small waist, delicate features, brown hair, just like his,and brown eyes, again, just like his.
Her figure seemed to differ largely since her teenage days.
Her body curved even more these last few years. And her bust was of an impressive yet reasonable size . So was her behind. Plump and soft to the touch.
He hadn't really seen all those things about her that made boys gravitate around her before they had started sleeping together; she was Mabel, after all. Only Sibling, Closest Friend and dependable teammate.
That perspective changed rather rapidly after she had presented her holy vows.
"That's —" he stuttered. "That's neither here nor there."
Mabel really had no idea how much effect she was having on him . And that was when she wasn't even in her birthday suit.
Dipper faltered, and then felt a laugh creep out of his throat; it felt sort of strange.
"Like that even means anything.. "
His sister opened her mouth indignantly, then closed it, puzzled. "I actually don't really know," she admitted, her lips quivering in a semi-passable smile.
"It's just one of those things people say when they don't know what to say. Or they do know what to say, and don't want to say it."
There was a pause that was not altogether unpleasant, until He said, somewhat needlessly, "You really know how to read people, don't you sis?" He then looked down "Look, I'm sorry for being a dick…" He muttered out a quick apology.
"You can stay longer, if you want. I won't make you leave."
Hesitant, Mabel nodded then shuffled back to the table. "Okay. Thanks. I will. Do you...want to help me with my inspiration issues ? You know, for..."
"The new book."
"Yeah..." she flapped a limp wrist in the air and risked another tentative smile. "That little thingy."
Dipper stepped towards her anyway until he was right at her shoulder; it felt like walking through water. It must have been the same for her, as he could tell she was holding her breath.
"What do you think of this idea?" she asked without looking at him, her thumb pressed against the 16th page of her scrapbook, before she started to explain.
A story about a happy couple of soldiers that lost their lives fighting for their country, but end up being granted a chance to live again by a cynical deity for only condition to spend their life looking for the other.
An interesting concept that showed him that maybe, just maybe, He wasn't the only one who had slowly become philosophical and shit. And the fact Mabel looked so delighted and passionate as she talked about it, explaining to him the various plot points she wanted to tack on as well as the different weapon types she would be introducing , instead of calming him down, only emphasized on her still present childlike innocence and as a result, aroused him.
Hers was an innocence which Dipper wanted so badly to rob her off. Scratch that, he already had robbed her of before.
"It's nice," Dipper shrugged, staring at Mabel's mild grin at the picture she drew, depicting a man and a woman dressed in military attire, holding crossed shotguns, surrounded by petunias and lilies and bound to what looked like a red string. It was clear they were very much in love. It was also crystal clear Mabel's art skills had evolved drastically.
She only rolled her eyes. "Nice doesn't cut it, Dipster,It should be better than nice."
Dipper leaned forward a little and his chest touched her shoulder, not entirely by accident.
His heart started beating fast somewhere up in his throat, and after glancing nervously at him, Mabel leaned away.
"Um, so that was just one of many choices, actually," she said quickly,
"I was thinking this plainer one I worked on with Wendy might be cool..."
"Can I just...?" He stopped her from moving further away with a soft touch, and ran his fingertips down her shoulder.
Pressed against the goosebumps forming on her arm, feather-light and cautious, petting a doe ready to bolt.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and He physically felt her gaze rake over his body. As thrilling as it was, it was still always a surprise to have Mabel look at him like that; as a body designed for taking, for giving.
"Can you… what?" She said in a tone meant to be sharp but wasn't quite; not moving forward, not moving away.
"I want to touch you," Dipper replied simply, low and just a little bit hoarse. His mouth went dry as he watched her breathing become uneven, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"I want to touch you everywhere."
Mabel made a soft noise at the back of her throat, and the familiar pull towards her was descending on him again.
When he wanted her, it wasn't in the normal, healthy way lovers want to feel a closeness to their loved one's skin, to bask in that intimate and safe feeling, cultivate their mutual care and affection.
No, it was in the way an addict craves a hit.
An ugly, urgent, indecent desire. Not something he particularly wants, but something he needs.
Like he'll implode if he doesn't touch her.
Gotta have it gotta have it gotta have it.
He's never wanted Pacifica, nor any other of his few conquests like this, wanted anyone like this; so darkly, so uncontrollably.
Sometimes it frightens him.
"You... shouldn't," she responded, her eyes shining.
Surprised but pleased that he was not fumbling, Dipper stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, and Mabel shivered at his touch as if he was very cold.
"Dipper. …" she shook her head, a one-two snap, forcing his hand away from her.
"I'm not doing this with you anymore, I thought you knew that...that we need to stop, and really contemplate our priorities — "
Her words, the sudden steeliness in her face, made him panic.
"Why won't you talk about it?" Dipper asked wildly, off-topic, strange. Anything to derail her sentence, her decree of abstinence.
Because he needed this.
How could she not understand that?
How could she do this to him?
Mabel was supposed to be his best friend.
Supposed to get him.
Supposed to be there for him.
Supposed to, supposed to...
So she was not supposed to fuck him, technically.
But if the world did what it was supposed to do, by the simple laws of karmic justice, a whole lot less people would be dead, and this probably would never have happened in the first place.
She blinked; Dipper could practically see her head spinning. "What are you talking about, Bro-Bro?"
His brain pulsed, a throbbing ache of frustration and consternation.
"Oh I don't know, The first time you came to see me after my wedding, and practically dumped all your existencial and romantic problems onto me."
Mabel shifted her gaze at the floor, abashed. Okay. Abashed was better than righteous. "It's nothing, really. It's just that..."
"What?" he pressed, touching her arm again like it was for the conversation alone. But he rubbed circles against her skin with his thumb, counter-clockwise, the same way she liked to be touched between her legs.
She gave an almost testy huff and looked him in the eye again.
"Sometimes it's like…I feel like I need to hold on. I still need to fight for it. It feels like if I bear it a little more, I can finally, positively, truly be happy. If I can do that, then I'd be able to breathe properly, with no worries dragging me down, but... It's been getting even worse lately."
She paused, glanced at his hand on her arm. "I'm tired, Dipper,I feel like I'm going a little crazy,"
She ended with a soft chuckle, although her eyes were wet.
"We're all kind of crazy," he responded, his stomach feeling hollow.
His sister snorted.
"In case you didn't know, Dipper; confirming to crazy people that they're crazy isn't exactly comforting."
"Sorry. I'm not good at this stuff."
"I know you're not, at least not like you used to be , being cooped up in Grunkle Ford's lab for so long didn't you do any favors, really. "
Mabel blinked, swallowed; Dipper held his breath as her gaze drifted downwards from his eyes...until she was staring at his mouth.
"I just want things to get better," she said so quietly it was almost just breath, her eyelids drooping, lips parting.
She was already so close to him, but Dipper notched ever closer until his body was a literal hair's breath away, until he practically molded around her.
"I want us to be better..."
He inhaled sharply; Mabel smelled like roses and lavender all at once.
Poisoned sugar.
It intoxicated him.
Blurred his inhibitions in the way she always, always could.
Dipper's hands fell to her waist and he closed the gap between them.
"Me too," he breathed against her mouth, not even knowing what he was saying; kissing her softly, wanting, pressing, please please please,
"Make me better."
He heard her breath catch, hitch, and it was like an electric wire going straight to the part of his body that wanted her the most.
Dipper kissed her harder, with more aggression than he had anticipated using, but this had been building and building up; forty-two — no, forty-three days of fucking nothing without her and he was pissed, betrayed, hungry, desperate; he snapped and tugged and bit at her lips, curled his tongue around hers — she tasted like bubblegum and liquor ; She was always two things, always conflicting, right there yet totally out of reach, inaccessible— Her hands tangled in his hair, the scrabble of her nails on his scalp feeling so good; his hands palmed her behind, digging into her, grinding their hips closer and closer until Mabel let out a high, humming noise that made Him want to explode.
But he pulled away, looked her sternly in the eye and demanded in a voice that came out much stronger than he thought it would, "Take it off."
"What?" she asked, breathing hard.
"You know what."
Her eyes slid to the diamond on her left hand, currently tangled in her brother's hair.
The last time they had slept together, Mabel left her engagement ring on, and it had been a message. A clear message that it was over, she was done, she was joining the masses of taken women with babies in their stomachs and a Mrs. plopped in front of their names; which meant no penis except her husband's anywhere near her body holy with matrimony.
Dipper wouldn't even have noticed if the diamond hadn't scraped down his side, leaving a light scar that burned like it came from his brother-in-law himself.
Mabel smoothed her hand down his chest, making him shiver.
She fiddled with the ring, but, infuriatingly, did not remove it.
Then, with her pupils blown, her lips parted, her body pressed against his, she actually had the gall to look up at him and say, "Maybe I don't want to do this."
Dipper pulled down the sleeves of her dress, revealing just the peaks of her breasts, round and soft and tempting, and kissed her again.
"Then tell me to stop," His hands curled around her waist and his teeth grazed her neck.
"Tell me to stop, and I'll never touch you again."
"Ah.. Ngh.. D-Dipper, We shouldn-mmh.."
Mabel, stubborn as shit, stood completely still, gasping and biting back moans as her own brother worked her, already knowing the spots that got her weak.
He ran his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs.
Softly bit the shell of her ear.
Groped her breasts.
Lathed his tongue along the tendons of her neck.
Back to her thighs.
When he felt her press her hips against his again, He decided to slip his hand between her legs, brushing his fingers against the damp lace of her knickers.
"Hm.. Ha!"
She gasped, open-mouthed. He took advantage by kissing her and massaging her tongue with his; she moaned at the intrusion, the way it was wet and eager.
Dipper pulled her flush against his body, his hand still trapped between them at an almost awkward angle, and pushed her knickers aside to stroke her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
But at the more intimate contact, she broke the kiss. Leaned away from him and his hands.
She was surely trying to kill him.
"I'm...I...This is..." Mabel visibly struggled with the words, uncertain and confused and wanting and hurting, so clearly hurting.
He felt the preemptive wave of shame for what he was about to do.
"Mabel ," he looked down at his feet, and spoke softly
Don't say it man don't say it you're a complete fucking miserable shitbag if you say it,
"I just... I'm a wreck. It actually hurts me; do you get that? Not being able to be with you. It's like I can't even breathe. Like I could fall apart any minute. Everything is a mess and I don't even have you to —"
He made the mistake of looking up to see that her eyes were filled with tears, she felt so guilty, "t-to...to fix it," he finished pathetically.
He knew he'd win if he said those words. It was practically Mabel's open sesame. She was a natural nurturer, through and through. Needed to care for. To spare him from pain.
Which was why it was such a dirty, underhanded trick.
And he did feel badly about it; really badly.
Not because he was lying, but because in this case, telling the truth wasn't playing fair.
"Dipper…," She whispered, resting her palm on his cheek, looking and sounding so loving and compassionate, so worried and devoted to him.
Dipper wished she'd stop.
She bit her lip, and it was one of those moments where he couldn't figure out if it was her actively trying to be sexy or if she could just make him this hard by accident. Neither really put him at ease.
Regardless, her eyes dropped to his lips again and she kissed him, let him taste the inside of her mouth again, let him touch her all over like he wanted.
It was a bit of a hollow victory.
Which is still better than a loss.
Because then — oh god yes — then, he felt her hand cup his groin as she fumbled to remove his belt, her eagerness making a surge of pure, consuming want flood his stomach.
He ripped off his shirt and brought his mouth down on her neck, kneading her breast with one hand while twisting her nipple roughly with the other, knowing she liked it when it hurt a little.
He bit and sucked, worked the flesh with his teeth, wanted to leave a mark on her, to force her to think up a lie to explain it away and think of him while she did.
But she groaned "No marks,Bro '' like she always did, and Dipper Obliged, like he always does.
But every time, it takes him longer and longer to stop.
He hoisted her by the thighs onto the counter, and she let out a soft exclamation of surprise as her behind smacked against the cold porcelain.
He captured the noise with his open mouth against hers and spread her legs apart unceremoniously, briskly, almost rudely.
He leaned back to look at her, appreciate the scene for posterity's sake, really, and his mouth actually watered at the dark stain in her panties, the physical evidence of her desire for him.
Resting his forehead against hers and breathing through his mouth loud and hot, Dipper stared down at her body as he grabbed the elastic of her underwear in his fist, pulled...pulled...
She caught his eye and stared back, her hips wiggling with the need for him to touch her but he was still just twisting the fabric of her underwear, drawing it out, letting the tension build, until finally —
It ripped.
His finger slipped inside her folds.
She shuddered.
"Wait,... stop," Mabel choked out, stopping him with her palm against his chest.
Confused with lust, Dipper only stared uncomprehendingly at her as she held her left hand up sideways, slowly pulled off her ring, and then slid it away from herself on the counter.
She looked so unbearably sad, so torn and defeated, it cut through his desire and made him hesitate.
"Mabes... I'm sorry if... Look, we don't have to keep — "
She shoved her hand inside his pants and he forgot what he was saying.He lightly grunted. Flushed with fever, hot then cold then hot once more as her fingers grasped and danced over him, up and down and up and down, and then her thumb circled the head of his —
Bliss. Relief; like jumping into a frosty pool moments before you burnt to a crisp.
He suddenly couldn't take it any more.
Soon, He’s sliding against her, and he strongly believes the cry Mabel responds with as he starts his slick slide into her has everything to do with the pain of the sudden stretch between her legs and his death grip on her hips, that physical pain, and absolutely nothing to do with the tumultuous mix of relief, pleasure, and fear coursing through her veins.
He could read through her like an open book. He thought it had something to do with them being twins or whatever.
He could tell she was both enjoying it and detesting it at the same time from her gasps and the quivering in her thighs.
Mabel was tight, slick, familiar, and his first instinct was to drive into her, hard, possess her completely so that no other man would ever compare.
But he didn't.
This time, something in him, some part of his brain that wasn't connected to his dick made him pause.
He looked into her eyes, trying to ignore the ache in his groin for the moment.
He saw confusion in their depths, and something else, maybe. Something more, possibly.
Stilling inside of her, he brought his lips to hers. Softly, just lips, nothing else.
She sighed into the kiss and wrapped her hands around his shoulders, pulled him close, her mouth and hands moving more and more urgently as time passed without him really fucking her.
He could feel the seconds rolling off his back like sand, and imagined that if he never moved again, they could be frozen like this forever.
But Mabel was squirming, huffy, impatient; she pulled back from the kiss, placed her hands on his hips and jerked them towards herself, pressed his dick to the back of her cunt, made him shiver.
"Please,Dipper.." she said, attaching her lips to his again. "You won. I want this."
He then smiled but he didn't know why, because he was not really happy, and he was not cheerful, nor pleased, or even smug. He was suddenly... he was…
He was bored, actually.
Disassociating. Like he was watching this all from the outside, a re-run of a show that he didn't particularly like, where the characters didn't seem human.
Mabel didn't feel human, in his arms that did not feel like his.
He knew exactly what she was going to do next, and what he would do next, could see it clearly unfold, and it repulsed him.
Because if you know the future, which is just the past again and again, there's no reason to do anything.
All that yearning, all this heat, only to keep repeating a routine devoid of any substance.
No new experiences, no new feelings. Boring, boring , boring, just like the rest of the world.
And so he did something he did not think he was ever capable of doing with his sister .
He went slow.
All his muscles tightening with the restraint, he rocked into her slowly, felt her walls squeeze around him as her breath came in hot whines. Watched her face. Panting, her mouth was open , while her eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock pumping in and out of her at an almost leisurely pace.
Dipper tried to examine his feelings, but he had never been particularly introspective, or poetic, or existential; he'd mostly just reacted to things, all his life.
But he tried looking deep inside of himself at that moment, and he saw absolutely nothing.
Sweat that had less to do with pleasure and more to do with scorching panic bled from his temples and back. Frowning and slightly freaked out that he hadn't come back to himself yet, Dipper smashed his mouth against Mabel's again and captured her top lip as her fingernails dug into his arms and her moans increased in frequency, became cries and then urgent gasps.
She came sweetly, so sweetly, and clung to him as if she would be blown away without him, as if it wasn't he who was the tornado in the first place.
Sighing, she leaned back against his cupboard, her legs beginning to loosen from around his waist. He froze and groaned, close to a growl, with more anger than he would like to admit he had, and she was still pulsing around his dick; her cunt sensitive, already satisfied — as he drove into her again, unexpected, hard, impatient as he chased his orgasm that seemed to be escaping from his grasp.
But he was angry, furious, because usually, this was his favorite part. The climb before the fall. But he was met with familiar, terrifying emptiness.
Being with her was supposed to be his one brief respite from this feeling.
The inherent danger of sex with her,
The adrenaline that came with it
The wrongness of the thought of it;
It made him feel so much for just a short while, and he cherished it even though not all of those feelings were good.
When most of those feelings were not good.
But if this somehow stopped working, if shagging her didn't fill him up, he really did not know what he might do.
And that was another one of those Bad Thoughts that he routinely shut away.
The younger Pines sibling shook himself and decided that he was stupid to think a slow fuck would be good; this was the only real way to have sex, fast and hard and selfish.
The way they had always done it; the right way.
He pounded away at her for a while, the loud smacking of his balls against her pelvis filling the room; sordid and filthy, hypnotic but not enough, nowhere near enough, and he wasn't — this wasn't — He slammed into her even harder but it didn't even — goddamn it, Mabel was tightening and moaning again but this wasn't working, he felt nothing, he was empty, he was alone, he was wretched — he would have done or said anything to make this good again because it couldn't stop working, it just couldn't — it was all he had, the only thing he had.
"Do you love me?" he asked, not recognizing his own voice.
It sounded too raw. Surely they were not his words; This was just the beast doing the talk for him.
"Yeah.. ," he grunted, attaching his mouth to her throat. "Tell me."
"I don't know… " she cried out, voice strained. "I don't know…!" Her words were punctuated with moans, drowned out by the sounds of their sex. Dipper took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down; it made her press against him for more.
"Say it anyway," He implored, desperation in his voice. "Say it anyway, please."
He kissed her neck wetly, letting his tongue form slick paths down the delicate skin, left behind a ghost of another bite. She didn't say anything for a few moments, and He was scared to look at her.
"I love you...," she finally gasped. "I love you, Dipper!"
Click
Like magic.
He was certain he was melting. His body spasmed as the pleasure hit him with full force, his hips jerking recklessly, moaning, smearing words of affection he probably did not mean against her feverishly hot skin.
Dipper wanted to consume her, devour her. He fought for control that was quickly slipping away and knotted her hair in his fist. Groaning, trembling, feeling like all of his nerves were sizzling, he lifted his hips so that he was completely out of her and then slammed back inside, alternating between burning hot and trembling cold to the sound of her pleasure.
He literally felt ignited. Explosive even.
"Say it again," Dipper begged, groaning and panting against her neck, slick with sweat.
"Ah.. I love you," she moaned louder, in time with his thrusts. "Dipper,, I love you, I love you,Dipper.. I love you…"
He kissed her, wild and open-mouthed, and her words tasted like they were true. He fucked her faster, hearing something that sounded like a dish shatter against the floor next to him but he didn't care. Nothing mattered except getting as close to Mabel as their bodies would allow. The whole house could collapse around them, they could be under siege, the whole world could end and he wouldn't have even looked up.
He was helpless to her, helpless and hopeless and falling, falling, hearing nothing but the lewd sounds of flesh against wet flesh and his own sister's words that made him finally feel something besides the cloying numbness that had become his life.
"God, You feel so good," he said, close to a sob.
"Mabel... It's so good..." And it was.
Her eyes were shrouded with lust, and she was as frantic as he was; gripping him and clutching at his flesh and swirling her tongue around his .
The sensations were white hot burning pleasure that made him want to shatter, combust.
"I love you, I love you so much. Oh yeah… , keep goin-Ah~,"
Her voice broke at the end, a perfect sound. He thrust into her brutally hard, moaning as he did, his fingers gripping her thighs for purchase.
The walls of her cunt clenched around him again and she let her head fall back, moaning shamelessly, fingers curling into her hair, then around her own breast. The sight was too much and soon..
He released ; perfect, awful, brilliant.
As close to feeling like he was dying as he's gotten without actually doing so.
He wasn't quiet about it and neither was she; his cock weeped for her, inside her. Mabel's breath came in shallow and shuddering and she saw nothing but stars behind her lids but he kept going, if only to feel her convulse around him for a little while longer.
Whimpering, her grip on him grew looser and looser as she rode out the remaining moments of her climax, until her arms were by her sides again, and she went silent. Still needing to be closer, Dipper buried his face in her neck and held her tighter, breathed her in, almost wracked with disbelief as he felt himself soften inside of her.
It was the best orgasm of his entire life.
And then she was shoving him off of her.
"Off," she said quietly.
Light-headed and hazy from his release, He didn't move, and didn't want to part from her.
"Off me, get off of me!" she cried, a couple of angry tears dripping down her face. "You selfish Bastard!!"
A sharp pain hit his left cheek as she punched him with all the force she could muster.
What in God's name had just happened?
Did she just.. Punch the shit out of him?
The sensation couldn't register in his brain. His mind tried coming up with various explanations as to why she was suddenly rejecting him, when she was shouting out just how much she loved him and clinging onto him as if it were the last thing she ever did.
Dipper simply couldn't get it. Blame it on the desire that was clouding his judgment or on the fact his denial of the whole situation was resurfacing to escalating levels, either way, he couldn't understand this woman.
This wretched woman who has been leading him on for so long.
This pitiful woman who just took hits yet never complained.
And yet, She was the very same wretched, pitiful and equally beautiful woman he loved with all of his heart.
"What the hell Mabel?! " He finally shot back, in a desperate attempt to just retort.
His cum was oozing out of her body, and the sight of that always kind of shocked and mesmerized him; the surprise that his innocent sister was capable of something so dirty.
"That's all you do, isn't it? You just take and take without any reciprocation, and completely disregard any consequences!"
She got off the counter and tried to fix her torn dress, her hair twined in knots.
"'Say it anyway'? Dang it, Dipper! Why would you ask me to say that? What good does that do us? You idiotic Scallywag! "
Dipper stuttered, fixing his own clothes, shoving himself back inside his pants painfully.
"I don't — I don't know, I was just — just — caught up and — it's not like you were complaining!"
Mabel glared at him. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to ask that of me."
She sniveled, wiped snot and tears from her face.
Why the hell was she still acting like this?!
What the fuck did she want from him?
What was she expecting him to do for her at this point? When she wouldn't just talk?
What the hell was wrong with her for Fuck's sake?!
"This is stupid. Childish. I know we have...unresolved issues, Dipper, but we can't just keep dragging each other down! I know no better than you! I'm a mess too, Dipper.. How," She started sniffling ".. Do you think… sniff.. I'm supposed to sniff..React to all of this?!"
Anger and disbelief made Him gape at her, want to shake her by the shoulders.
"Dragging each other down — God, please, tell me you're not serious right now. Don't try to turn this upside down, Mabel. Don't forget who started all this. 'Cause it wasn't me."
Her mouth dropped open and then closed, her retort dying in her throat, tears freezing before they fell.
He felt a smug satisfaction mingled with heady guilt.
He knew what her reaction would be before he even said those words.
They never discussed that night, the first night she came to him, because it was so charged with raw pain it was simply unbearable to reminisce over.
"Dipper.. ," she sputtered, bushy hair sticking to her face from her tears.
"Dipper, I'm tired. I'm tired of living like this! DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I ENJOY LIVING LIKE THIS? LIVING IN A HOUSE WHERE I'M COMPLETELY POWERLESS?" She suddenly started sniffling, as tears welled up on the corners of her eyes.
"Then suddenly, crawling back to my goddamn twin brother for comfort and shagging him to ease my pain?! I DON'T, YOU DOOFUS!."
He only stared at her, uncomprehending, his own eyes bloodshot and heavy.
Mabel crumpled against him, and he half-carried her over to his couch.
She climbed onto him, clinging to his neck, and He stiffened, uncomfortable. She was never this touchy with him.
Her eyes were huge as they seemed to stare straight through him.
Evidently, Mabel was not sleeping either.
He shook her lightly, brought his hands to her face to look at him. She was still crying. He kind of wished he could cry, wished he were capable, but he reckoned that if he hadn't yet he probably was never going to.
"Mabel.. ," he said, taking a long, blinking look at her. God, he was tired.
Far too tired to deal with this; but then Dipper felt guilty that he was being so tactless, and tried to connect.
"I'm not blaming you for what happened that day, I should've.. fuck.. I should've pushed you away. I'm the one who's at fault.. "
She looked up at him, suddenly silent. It scared Him. "No, you're not," she said in hushed tones, the world's most poorly kept secret.
They were both completely still. Dipper wanted to be grateful that she at least stopped crying, but to be honest, this was even worse.
Then, without speaking, Mabel started to undo his pants, and he didn't get it, didn't understand, didn't know what she was doing. He was so tired, he was so tired.
"...Mabel?"
She shook her head sharply, twice. "I don't want to talk. Don't make me talk."
And when she touched him for the first time — the first time she expressed assertiveness that night — he found he did not want to talk either.
His sleep-deprived mind started throwing out hypotheses: Maybe she had finally split up with that trash bag of a husband she had, maybe they had some kind of agreement, maybe this was a dream, maybe, maybe…
Maybe at that point, he didn't really give a damn.
She took off her clothes and he let her, clinically observing her naked body.
She took off his clothes and he let her, although he wasn't sure if she was even looking at him at all.
She clambered onto his lap and sank down on him, rode him with her hands on his chest while pretending she wasn't crying and he…
Dipper let her.
When they had finished, and Mabel left, he slept for 24 hours straight, trying to process what she had said before leaving.
Something he definitely wasn't expecting to hear.
"I should probably get going," she muttered, putting on her dress hastily, disturbed by its creeping stickiness.
Dipper had softened now, probably from recalling the memory of their first night together as he was putting on his pants
But his gaze was still sharp on her, his tone domineering.
"Mabel, Please let's just try to talk it out...please...Tell me why you're acting so —"
He was suddenly cut off by the feeling of her dainty glossed lips, and Dipper immediately realized there was no changing it, unless he took drastic measures.
Mabel was trying to avoid it. Run away from it. Escape from it. Deny it. Forget about it…. Delete it once again.
At that moment, he pitied her, and at the same time loathed the piece of shit that she called her husband.
All for forcing Mabel through such an ordeal, when what she truly deserved was someone who could cherish her, respect and accept her for the person she was.
Not the celebrated author of said novels, or the wack job girl with a pet pig on her left side or dThe woman who reeks of eccentricities and unfulfilled childhood fantasies. Just...
Mabel.
As far as he was concerned, he and a few of their relatives (Namely Grunkle Stan), were the only people who could see her as such.
Dipper truly cared for her. He truly did. He wanted her to know she was worth it. He wanted to be the one who could give her what she truly wanted, what she truly deserved : Love.
He knew the stirring feelings in his chest could never be reciprocated, which had resulted in him shutting himself away from her and as an additional consequence, turned him into a callous jerk towards the woman he genuinely loved with all his might.
He knew this affection from her was only temporary and served as a way for her to cope with her pain.
Still, he allowed himself to drown in the kiss, savoring fleeting instants of passion before she dove back into her hell of a life.
"...Or else he will probably get suspicious… " she interrupted, quiet but steely.
There was something strange weighing down on his chest, and he needed her there just to talk it out with her, perhaps, they could settle an agreement! Maybe, they'd decide to finally do something about Mabel's homelife… Maybe…
Maybe he could finally tell her all that he felt for her, then..
"A-At least... Lemme give you a ride back home.."
She went quiet for a while, completely still. And then with a melancholic "Nope,"
Mabel returned to the table and started to shove her magazines, cover-models glittering and giggling, as well as her scrapbook , into her bag.
She gave a great sniff, which made Dipper even stiffer and more uncomfortable, in the way tears always did, before cracking that very same smile that made him melt whenever he looked at it. A sarcastic, teasing, childish yet melancholic smile, like no other.
"I think you should probably stay behind to clean up that mess you made on the counter. " She pointed to the counter.
"You mean… the one we made, right? "
"Nope. The one you made. I'm sorry if you couldn't restrain your urges or whatever, But you're gonna have to deal with it. "
At a loss of what else to do, He helped stack the magazines neatly and handed them to her without a word.
She glanced up at him, face red with the effort of restraining herself from either shouting at him, crying at him or thanking him (Or so he wanted to believe) , and grudgingly accepted his help.
But before she left, he took one of her hands in his. Her engagement ring was somehow back on.
"I do love you, you know,"
He said softly, looking at their hands instead of her eyes.
"I know it's not really…not really in the right way, like in the way siblings are supposed to care for each other...but I do."
Mabel didn't smile. He wasn't sure why he had expected her to.
"I love you more than anything in this world, Mabel, I mean it. "
"Yeah, I know. I know exactly how you feel about me."
He let go of her hand and as she was headed to open the door to leave, he noticed she was ever so slightly slipping her engagement ring off her finger and sliding it into her dress's pocket, before turning to her brother, with a faint, weak but genuine smile and tears threatening to fall, she said :
The first Summer of Pinecest Contest has arrived! Contestants may enter into the Fic category, the Art category, or both! First place in each category get $50 (yes, you read that correctly) and the title of Winner. Second and third places get the titles of First Runner-Up and Second Runner-Up.
• You have until August 27th to submit your completed entry to @pacific-ship.
• In celebration of the twins’ birthday, winners will be announced on August 31st, after which all submissions will be posted to the Summer of Pinecest Contest Tumblr with the creators tagged.
• All submissions will be anonymous to the judges, so don’t sign the artwork. Posting as soon as the contest is over is totally fine. This means that all submissions cannot have been previously posted, no can you submit a chapter of an existing fic. This ensures objective judging.
• Fics must be at least three thousand words and in English. Absolutely no rape or adults in relationships with minors. The main pairing must be Mabel and Dipper.
• All artwork must be in color.
• This contest is hosted by the Pinecest Hub discord server, but you don’t have to be a member to enter.
• Art will be judged by @3questionmarks. Fics will be judged by @imnotoverlyobsessive. Be sure not to hint to either of them who’s submitted what!
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