Chapter One:
AN: I know I promised this a while ago, but I kinda hit a writers block, and the more I tried to power through it the worse it got. So I decided to take a break from writing Gravity Falls stories and worked on some stuff for some other fandoms for a little while. But now I'm back, so enjoy!
"...ready, Mabel?" the stage manager asked. "You're up for the final run."
"Yeah, I'm ready," Mabel said as she shook her hands to release the tension and nervousness she was feeling.
"Alright, models in place, let's go!"
Mabel straightened her shoulder and walked out onto the runway, a train of models decked in her clothing following along behind her. The audience jumped to their feet, cheering loudly. Mabel let out a sigh and smiled brightly.
"That's another success for me, baby!" she cheered to herself, as she waved wildly, smiling cheerfully at the front row where her family sat. Her twin brother, Dipper, waved back at her as his two-year old daughter, Persia, sat in his lap, also waving wildly. His wife, Pacifica sat next to him. Next to her was Wendy and Logan. And next to them were Stan and Ford. And next to them was Simeon. Her boyfriend...maybe? She'd met Simeon on Tinder, and they had seemed to hit it off, but he was reluctant to make things official. As she stared at him, he didn't return her gaze, and was instead looking at his feet. Her brow furrowed, but she pushed it aside as she made it to the end of the runway and bowed. Another cheer erupted through the crowd as she waved and she and her models walked back off stage.
As the stage hands began helping the models, Mabel slipped her way to where the after party was to be held, hoping to get there before the crowds did so she could chat up her family for a little bit. Sure enough, the gang was there before anyone else. Stan was the first to meet her, snatching her into a hug.
"I'm so proud of you, sweetie!" he cheered.
"This was mostly Pacifica," Mabel insisted.
"Nah," her sister-in-law waved Mabel off. "You made the original designs. I just aged them up a bit."
That was how they worked. Mabel designed children's outfits, and then Pacifica made adult versions of them.
"You should really join me up there sometime," Mabel insisted as she hugged Pacifica.
"No, I'm not to fond of the lime light these days," Pacifica said. "Besides, you worked hard to get here. You deserve your moment."
"I've had several of these moments now," Mabel stated. "Besides you've gotten up there before."
Pacifica shrugged. "Maybe I just didn't feel like it."
Mabel smiled mischivously. "Mm-hmm." She knew the real reason. Pacifica was pregnant with hers and Dipper's second child. As well as their third. Yup. Twins. Therefore she was showing much quicker thatn she had with Persia and she was very self-concious about it. Though Mabel knew this, she chose to keep her sister-in-law's secret and instead moved along to hugging the rest of her family.
"Kicked butt as usual," Wendy said as she patted her back with one hand, holding her son on her hip with the other. Logan squirmed to be let down. Wendy let the little boy go and he raced over to Persia, who was spinning around and around to make her skirt swish back and forth. The two children smiled at each other and began playing ring around the rosy.
Mabel giggled at them before reaching Simeon. He had a frown on his face.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"Can we talk somewhere private?" Simeon asked.
By now the crowds had begun filing in. Mabel nodded and lead Simeon onto to a balcony, looking over a park in the middle of the giant city her show had taken place in. Simeon leaned on the railing of the balcony as Mabel shifted uneasily. Her show had taken place in the grand lobby of a very snazzy hotel. She and her entorouge were given suites on the top floor (which she had dubbed the penthouse floor.)
"Erm...is something wrong?" she asked as Simeon continued staring straight ahead.
Simeon was silent for a while. Then he said it. "I'm not feeling this. Sorry."
"Feeling what? The fashion show. 'Cuz you don't have to come to anymore if you-"
"No. Us. I'm not feeling it. You're not the one, sorry."
Mabel's stomach dropped. She though everything had been good! They'd gone on romantic picnics, talked on the phone until the wee hours of the night, he'd even left her roses in her hotel room.
"Wha-what? But why!?"
Simeon shrugged. "I dunno. I just...when I read your profile I thought you'd be more...glamorous."
"Glamorous?"
"Yeah. You are a fashion designer, so I expected you to be...glamorous, fancy, well-mannered and you're...not."
"Well, wha-but I told you that!" Mabel began to cry. "You've known from the beginning that I'm not one of those girls."
"I know. I know. And I thought I could get used to it. But-" he shrugged. "I can't. I'm sorry."
He began to walk off.
"What, that's it!?" Mabel shouted. "You're just gonna dump me at my fashion show and leave!?"
"What else do you want me to do?" Simeon asked as he stepped off the balcony and walked off. Mabel turned and looked out over the park. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she just numbly stood there. She just got dumped. Out of the blue. For…
...no reason what-so-ever.
"Ugh! Why!" she shouted as she leaned her elbows on the railing and covered her face. "Why am I doomed to die alone!"
Dipper and Pacifica was married with a child and two on the way.
Soos and Melody were married with a baby.
Grenda was living it up with her royal bunny in Austria.
Candy was engaged.
Wendy was going steady with Thompson.
Even Robbie and Tambry were still married (by some miracle!)
And she just got dumped. AGAIN!
She sniffled and hugged herself as she continued to lean on the railing. Why did love hate her so? All she wanted was to have a good relationship. Heck, she wasn't even concerned with marriage at this point. Just a boyfriend that wouldn't dump her a few weeks after dating would be nice!
Through her sniffling and crying she heard the door of the balcony open.
"Hey, Mabel?" Dipper's voice came. "You've got a lot of fans in here who want to meet y-what happened?"
His brow furrowed in concern at the sight of his sister crying.
Mabel sniffled as she turned to him. "Simeon dumped me."
"He what!? When!? Just now! At your fashion show! ERGH! Where is that-"
"Dipper, don't," Mabel grabbed his arm to keep him from running after her now ex.
"Bad enough he dumped you, but that he chose the absolute worse time. This is supposed to be your big moment!"
Mabel just sniffled and covered her face to hide her face as the tears stopped simply trickling down her face and began gushing from her eyes and the flood gates busted open.
"Ah, geez, c'mere," Dipper sighed as he pulled his sister into a hug. "He's an idiot, Mabel."
She didn't respond, she couldn't, she was crying too hard.
"C'mon, let me take you to our room," Dipper said. "Last thing you need is for someone to see you."
She nodded as he took her by the hand and lead her to the end of the balcony, where there was a door leading right to a hallway. He opened it, called and elevator, and they rode up with his arm around her, her face buried in his shoulder. By the time they'd gotten to the top floor the floodgates had stopped, though she still had a few tears leaking out every now and then. She sniffled as she wiped her face and looked up at her brother.
"Oh, sorry bro-bro, I got mascara on your blazer."
"Eh, don't worry about it. I'll get it out later. Besides, I've got a change in the room."
"You do?"
"You have a toddler, you bring three changes for everyone everywhere you go," he scoffed.
Mabel chuckled, despite her tears as he swiped his card key and opened the door for them. Mabel face plopped onto the couch.
"Ugh! Why me!?"
Dipper sighed as he shed his stained blazer and sat down next to his sister. "It's not always you."
"Yes it is! I have the worst luck with men!"
"Well, that might be true, but things will look up soon, I'm sure of it," Dipper said as he patted Mabel's hair. "Mr. Right's out there for you Mabel...we just haven't found him yet."
"Easy for you to say, Mr. Been-Happily-Married-For-Three-Years!" Mabel shouted, regretting her words the minute she said them. "Sorry…"
"It's fine," Dipper assured her. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Got anything sweet or chocolate?"
"I'll check," Dipper stood up and walked to the frigde in the room. "Erm...got some banana pudding, some whip cream, poptarts, chocolate syrup, some neopolitan ice cream-" he popped the ice cream open and sighed. "-that no longer has chocolate because Pacifica's greedy guts has already scooped it all out."
"Ish fine," Mabel muttered. "Just bring it all to me."
"All of it?"
"All of it!"
Dipper shrugged as he gathered the armful of sugar and dumped it on the coffee table infront of the couch. Mabel pushed herself up, grabbed a cup of pudding, tore it open and then chugged it down like a shot.
"I'm gonna die alone!" he lamented as she grabbed the whip cream and shot it right into her mouth.
"No, you're not," Dipper sighed as his phone buzzed. Mabel looked over and could see he'd gotten a message:
Princess 33: Where r u and Mabel?
"Princess," Mabel mumbled. "I'm never going to be someone's princess!"
"Ach!" Dipper quickly hid the phone from her. "I...erm...I mean, would you really want to be called princess? Because, that would get weird because that's what I already call Pacifica-"
"Yeah, yeah, you got married first! Don't rub it in!" Mabel collapsed onto her back upon the couch, taking another pudding shot while she was at it. "Got any booze?"
"Mabel, what do you think? I have a toddler and pregnant wife."
"I said stop rubbing it in!"
"I wasn't!" Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose. "Besides, booze is the last thing you need."
"I need to drown my tears!"
"Isn't that what the sugar rush is for?"
"It's not working fast enough! UGH-HUR-HUR!" She dramatically draped her arm over her eyes. "Why, Simeon? WHY!"
Dipper opened a pack of pop-tarts and stuck one into Mabel's mouth.
"Uh, uh," Mabel pointed the the plank of pop tart sticking out of her mouth. Dipper picked up the can of whip cream and coated the pastry in cream. Mabel began chewing it down, never taking her arm off of her eyes.
"Another," she grumbled once she'd swallowed it. Dipper relented, covering it in whip cream once again as his phone buzzed again.
Princess 33: Hello?
Hubby: Simeon dumped Mabel. We're back the room.
Princess 33: Oh no he didn't! Should I come up there?
Hubby: Maybe? I mean, if you want to sure, but you don't have to. Feel free to comeback if you feel like it though.
Princess 33: Was that a yes or no?
Hubby: That was a yes, maybe
Princess 33: You don't know what to do.
Hubby: You are right, I don't know what to do. HELP ME!
Mabel began shovelling ice cream into her mouth when the door opened again.
"Alright, where is she at?" Pacifica asked as Persia scampered inside.
"Daddy!" the little girl called, holding something in her tiny hands.
"Whatcha got there, Peanut?" Dipper asked as he knealt down and scooped the little girl into his arms.
"I gots a wot of neck-cah-sas!" Persia held up a handful of pink and silver mardi gras beads...that were supposed to be decorating the tables at the after party.
"Uh-huh, and how did you get those?" Dipper asked as he turned to his wife, who had sat down next to his sister.
"It was either give her those to play with, or let her keep trying to pull the punch bowl off on top of herself," Pacifica answered, before turning back to Mabel and stroking her hair.
"Told you to let her bring her llama," Dipper said, which then caused Persia to erupt into a chorus of:
"Llama! Llama! I wan' mah llama!"
"Okay, we'll go find your llama," Dipper said as he began carrying her back to her room.
"And who was going to keep up with the llama?" Pacifica asked. "Not this pregnant woman, and you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your neck!"
"Not saying you're right, but I'm also gonna say I was wrong," Dipper said before disappearing into Persia's room.
Pacifica stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to her sister-in-law.
"Must be nice," Mabel grumbled. "Being a mother and wife. I'm just stuck being the crazy aunt. Who's going to be overweight. Because sugar is my only friend!"
"I know it feels like that now," Pacifica said. "But things will get better."
Mabel shook her head. "I'm gonna die single, alone, and fat!" She downed another cup of pudding.
Pacifica sighed. "You're a special woman, Mabel. And you deserve an equally special guy, but those guys are hard to find."
"You're telling me?" Mabel scoffed, finishing off the last of the whip cream directly into her mouth. "Why must love be so difficult. Why can't it be like in the fairy tails where hot, sensitive, loving men just fall from the sky!"
BOOM!
A loud noise shook the hotel as a bright light emitted from outside. Both women jumped at the sound, Mabel knocking the bow of ice cream onto herself. Persia screamed in fear as Dipper raced out of her room, daughter still in his arms. Her llama toy was now clutched tightly to her chest.
"What was that?" he asked.
All three adults ran to the window. There was a smoking crater in the middle of the park.
"Pacifica, here," Dipper handed Persia off to his wife and began racing out of the room.
"Hey, wait for me!" Mabel shouted, wiping ice cream off herself as she raced after her brother.