So here's chapter 2! Thank you to all those who recently followed me, I really appreciate it! This chapter contains NSFW content - but not between Dipper and Mabel, actually (well, not really). But I hope you enjoy! Please review!


"I prayed the lord my soul to take/I thought about you all day, how we have the same face/I fell asleep so confused, parts of me remind me of you/How could I ever wish away?" (Sky Ferreira)


Mabel rested, belly down, on her bed with various scraps of magazines, glue sticks, and colorful washi tape strewn around her. She was snipping away at a photo of an Andy Warhol artwork she had found in one of her Grunkle's many forgotten magazines. Finishing, she cut the images edges until they were smooth, and taped them to the wall, where it laid amongst various other cut out pictures of bright dresses, baby animals, her friends, and, of course, Waddles. As if on cue, her miniature pig appeared, letting out small, squeaky grunts, and pushed his pink head under her band-aid covered fingers. Mabel released a small smile, opening her lap for her beloved pet, who, lately, was the only comfort to Mabel.

Two days had passed since Mabel's finale parting with Dipper. And within those two days, an infinities worth of awkward, cringe-inducing moments had managed to fit themselves in. Mabel had never gone this long without talking to her brother, not even when they went away to sleepaway camp - where she would have to sneak phone calls during the middle of the night. But, as much as she would love to exchange horrible puns or have odd food races with her brother, she found whenever one of them did try to start a conversation, the two would only exchange stunted small talk. The tension was so thick even Grunkle Stan, who was usually oblivious to everything, had picked up on it, and, rather harshly, grunted "Good God, me and my reflection have better chemistry than you to!" Before sulking off to the living room.

Now, Mabel found herself, despite being annoyed by his previous harshness, spending more and more time with Grunkle Stan. When she would join him on his attempts to haggle for various odd antiques at a pawn shop, he would complain about her presence - particularly when she corrected her Grunkle Stan for saying he only had $48 when, in reality, he had $50. After, when they stopped at Greasy's Diner, he continued to inquire Mabel as to why she was avoiding Dipper.

"What's the issue here, Mabs? Why aren't you hanging with your idiotic brother? Sure, he's a wimp, and a nerd, and a bit of a weirdo - but at least you two aren't cramping my style when you're off 'frolicking' in the woods and what not!"

"Cramping your style? Or...amping your style?" Mabel asked, raising an eyebrow and flashing a toothy grin.

"Uh, yeah, I don't think so. But, seriously, what's the dealio?"

"Nothing. I think...I think…" Mabel looked outside the window briefly. In between the trees, she could see various, ominous figures sprinting through the shadows, and she wondered if Dipper would ever discover those creatures - as he always hoped to. But then she brought her mind back to reality, and finished her sentence. "I think we're just drifting apart."

Grunkle Stan paused midway in his eating of pancakes, his half-lidded eyes now springing open. He put his fork down and clasped his hands before looking up, now with a far more serious expression.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I guess these things just happen, ya know. I mean, he and I can't be kids forever. Eventually we have to stop playing 'explorer' and what not."

Mabel could feel her Grunkle Stan's worried stare on her, and she had to look at her waffles, too afraid that if she did give him eye contact, he would able to see the ache and jealousy within her.

"You know, Mabel, that one of my biggest regrets was ruining my relationship with Ford. The bond between siblings - twins, in particular - is one that can't ever be replaced."

"I know. But it's-it's far more...weirder than with what happened with you guys. Like, Dipper and I didn't have some big fight and just...split. It's been a gradual thing. We just don't have anything...in common any more."

"You're related! That should be enough to keep you together!"
"Relation isn't exactly a lengthy topic to talk about. Like, it would just be 'you're my brother'. And he would be 'And you're my sister'. And that would be it. I mean, what is that? That was, like, two seconds. No. No, I don't think relation is much of a-a discussion point."

Mabel, slightly cross now, did finally look up, and, from behind her thick bangs, could see the fearful look in Grunkle Stan's eyes. It was very rare to see such an emotion in him. Even when they were fighting Bill Cipher, so long ago, that look didn't really appear - not until Dipper and Mabel's lives were threatened.

Mabel let out a defeated sigh, and said "Come on. Let's just go home."


Fallen, dried pine needles crunched under Dipper's sneakers as he, Grunkle Ford, and Bailey, whose hand was clasped in his, trudged up a forested hill. Ford focused on directing the group, not paying attention to Dipper and Bailey's debate on which was better: pie or cake.

"Come on, Dip. Cake is the unquestionable best. It's literally used so much more than pie."

"Really? Or is it just more hyped than pie, giving it the illusion that it's used more often. Like, think about it. Pie is used at Thanksgiving, Halloween, Pie day…."

"Well people always eat cake at, uh, weddings, birthdays, and, um…"

"Ah, and the true winner is victorious!"

"Hold on, no! Cake is also used at baby showers, and Mother's day, and bachelorette parties-"

"-Seriously? Girls eat cake at bachelorette parties?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't they?"

"Well, guys don't eat cake at bachelor parties. They just...drink. Or, maybe, eat, like, hot wings and...nachos."

"And stripper pussy."

"Wow!" Dipper exclaimed, looking at Ford from the corner of his eye, ensuring that he wasn't fuming over Bailey's crudeness, while his girlfriend snickered at her own joke. Luckily, Ford didn't seem to be paying attention. But when Dipper pecked Bailey's cheek, Ford finally spoke up and, calmly, added, "I ate cake at Stan's bachelor party."

"His bachelor party?" Bailey asked, not aware of Stan's ex-wife, Marilyn.

"Yes. It lasted longer than their marriage. Two days to be exact. It began as a quiet get together in Oregon and, eventually, we found ourselves waking up in Mexico with mustaches super-glued to her mouths."

"Wow! Where was the wedding then?"

"Well, with your Grunkle's class, he chose a 'lovely' little, run down chapel in Las Vegas. An Elvis Presley impersonator officiated the wedding, and 'Marilyn Monroe' was the flower girl."

"What did the wedding dress look like?"

Ford let out a loud laugh before admitting "It was this glitzy, fuchsia garment covered in ruffles and had puffed sleeves larger than her head - but not as large as her hair. When she walked down the aisle, she left a trail of glitter behind her. During the reception, Marilyn got so wasted, she just pulled the thing off and danced with Stan in her lingerie. Which, honestly, looked far better than the dress she had chosen for the reception. That was - I kid you not - lime green. And had a sequined snake coiling around her."

The three were all laughing now, and, in between giggles, Bailey added "Sounds like something Mabel would like". Dipper agreed before pausing out of realization, then asking "Wait, how do you know that?"
"Wha?"

"I mean, how do you know Mabel would like that kind of dress? Because you're right. She totally would."

"Uh, well, it's written all over her face that Mabel likes glitter. Literally. When Soos first hired me, I found a picture of Mabel with sequins glued on her forehead to form the words 'Glitter Luver'."

Dipper remembered that day. Dipper had brought Pacifica, as his date, to the store, and when their awkward small talk faded out, Mabel, who was spying on the two with binoculars, jumped out from behind a display of fossilized Sasquatch footprints (in reality, they were just prints of a clown shoe pressed into some beige clay and left out to dry) and wailed "Razzle Dazzle Party" before lunging at the two with a bedazzler. By the end of the night, both Dipper and Pacifica were studded with various rhinestones and the store was in ruins after their various chases, glitter fights, and hanging of shimmering streamers. As he, Mabel, and Pacifica were making "glitter angels" in the various, sparkly colors strewn on the floor, he gave his sister a familiar look. One that said he was grateful that, despite his telling her not to, she had intervened with his life. And, even with just two seconds of eye contact, she knew exactly what he was trying to tell her.

Not so soon after, he and Mabel would share their first kiss.

Dipper, Bailey, and Ford reached an ominous clearing amongst the trees, that seemed darker due to the nature perfectly blocking out most sunshine. There was a strange, stone object poking out of a grassy hill, that seemed to be the center of the area - despite it being obvious that the object was not man made. As they neared, it became clearer and clearer what the strange figure was.

A petrified Bill Cipher stood there, with moss and various plants crawling up his aged, stone exterior. A single ray of sunshine that had, miraculously, managed to push past the various plants, landed, almost angelically, on Bill's eye. However, another striking feature to the already remarkable item, was a large, lightning strike of crack splitting right through Bill's pupil, and ending within his eye.

"What is this, Grunkle Ford?" Dipper asked, already realizing that there was something forbidding about the whole situation.

"This is the petrified body of Bill Cipher. After we defeated him, so long ago, he turned to stone. I thought it was ironic really, since it gave him a taste of his own medicine after turning all those innocent people to stone. And I also took it as a good sign. I thought it meant Bill was most definitely finished. But, since I was so busy adventuring with Stan and what not, I never really took into account that this statue may have been acting as a rather poor cage for our very dangerous enemy. And, after that electrical storm last most, it appears a bolt hit the statue - causing it to crack."

"So what's the issue here? His statue has a crack. That's kind of expected. I mean, he is living in the woods." Bailey blurted out.

"Well, it's just...strange, that's all. I mean, lightning will always hit the most tallest object. And this statue is far, far shorter than the pines surrounding it, yet it was still struck. It's not even metallic! It just doesn't make any sense, and I'm afraid that there are other forces involved in this."

"I don't think you should be so worried. This is Gravity Falls. Far stranger things have happened here, Ford."

"And how would you know about that?" Ford asked, whipping around to face the two.

"Dipper told me." Bailey said, her green eyes looking steadfast into Ford's glasses.

"I did?" Dipper murmured. And then, almost as sharp as lightning, Bailey glared into Dipper's eyes, and he felt chills run down his spine.

"Yeah, I did." He blurted, not even thinking about the words he was saying. "I've told her everything. From the portal, to Lil' Gideon, and even the notebook. We trust each other, Grunkle Ford. It'll be fine."

The three all looked at the other, as if in a Mexican standoff, while a slight breeze blew past them, causing Bailey's red strands to drift in front of her unyielding glare. But then, breaking the mounting tension, Ford jokingly said "Well, of course you would! You two are one of the most lovey-dovey couple I've ever seen! And trust is one of the most important things to have in a relationship."

Dipper felt his own body and Bailey's relax. The two gave each other a relieved looking smile while Ford stretched out his arms, but then focused back on the older man when he spoke once more.

"Well, I'm going to head back to the Mystery Shack. You two lovebirds going to enjoy a nice hike, or what?"

"Uh, I think we'll take the hike." Dipper said, wrapping his arm around Bailey's shoulders. With that, Ford headed back the direction they came, while the couple took a left detour, heading, instead, towards the water tower.

Beneath the structure, where Robbie's old muffin-looking "art" of an explosion had faded with time, Dipper and Bailey rested. He laid on his back, looking out at the sunset, while Bailey rested on his shoulder. He could feel sharp blades of grass beneath him, and the top of Bailey's head against his cheek. When he inhaled, he smelled the calming scent of the woods, grass, and apple scented shampoo Bailey used. Everything was calm and peaceful, and, for the first time since their breakup, Dipper was able to sit in silence without thinking about Mabel. Instead, he just daydreamed about the red haired beauty next to him, who, breaking the silence, finally spoke.

"You know, we can have sex."

"What?" Dipper said, his eyes shooting open.

She lifted her head, revealing something of a smug grin with half lidded eyes.

"I'm just saying. We can. I've already done it."

"I have too."

"Really?" She said, the two both sitting up to look at each other. "With who?"

"Pacifica Northwest."

That was not a lie. Long ago, Dipper and Mabel, after kissing each other, decided that it was best not to lose their virginity to each other. It wasn't that they didn't want to, or didn't trust each other to do it, but both didn't want to have to live with the fact that every single time somebody asked them who they had lost their virginity to, they would have to pin such a huge moment on somebody else's name. Doing that posed the risk of being caught, because if someone were to ever ask the person they supposedly lost their virginity to, it would seem pretty suspicious if the person hadn't the faintest idea what Mabel or Dipper was talking about. So, instead of lying about it, the two found someone to lose it to.

Even though the two had managed to live up to their promise, the whole thing was a dramatic disaster. While Dipper had trouble racking up the courage to even ask someone, Mabel immediately got a guy. Even worse, the man was was far more better than Dipper in every way possible, which was probably why he had such a large of hoard of girls going after him. Yep, the person who popped his sister's cherry was none other than Greggy C. of Sev'ral Timez.

After having set him free into the wild so long ago, the boy band split apart in search of different paths. Creggy G. became a choreographer for various pop stars. Leggy P. joined a freak show, posing as a hamster trapped within a man. Chubby Z., after coming out of the closet, released several LGBT themed hits (many of them being favored by Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland) and became a gay icon, before having a falling out with Madonna that caused him to fall from grace. Deep Chris's failed attempt to become the next Kurt Cobain resulted in him earning most of his wages through various, unheard of poetry shows in obscure coffee shops. And, finally, Greggy C., who had the most luck, returned to the status of teen heartthrob after taking on a bad boy persona and creating a pop rock album. His various, rebellious antics included being arrested for drug possession, jealous model ex-girlfriends throwing bottles of vodka at his face, groupies on each arm, trashing hotel rooms, and so on.

Mabel, after attending one of his concerts with some friends, managed to get into the backroom when she grabbed Greggy C.'s attention with mad whooping and hollering. Despite his usual too-cool-for-school attitude, he had enough courtesy to thank Mabel for freeing him, and invited her, but her alone, to the after party. There, he got wasted while Mabel sat, uncomfortably, in a corner, desperately trying to evade the various drunks who belched in her face while placing a hand under her skirt. Dipper remembered the various texts Mabel sent him throughout the night that described the antics of brain dead groupies and intoxicated rock stars. Her texts abruptly finished around the time that Greggy, finally remembering his old savior, sloppily kissed Mabel and invited her to his trailer.

Mabel returned the next morning absolutely ecstatic, and gleefully filled Dipper in on the gorey details - far too happy to notice Dipper's growing jealousy. But even she, in all her enthusiasm, admitted that the sex was pretty bad. Greggy C. was so wasted, he ended up just flopping about on her like a white-bellied fish. This gave Dipper little consolation, as he still hadn't lost his.

"How'd it happen?" Bailey asked, bringing Dipper back to reality, as he had zoned out -preoccupied with remembering that whole debacle.

"Uh, when I was sixteen, I was...dared to lose my virginity. I was too afraid to ask any of the girls I knew, so I ended up asking complete strangers that I met at a bar I used to sneak into back home. I met some real weirdos. I was so desperate, I almost gave it away to this crazy hermit who owned more than ten cats. By the time summer rolled around, I still hadn't lost it. Mabel, being Mabel, told all of this to Pacifica - who had lost hers when she was, like, fourteen or something. And one day at this town dance, Mabel, her friends, me, and Pacifica all snuck of to the local junkyard to drink wine coolers we had swiped from the buffet. And while everyone else was wasted and covering 'Don't Speak', Pacifica asked me if I wanted...her help in finishing my dare. And we did it in a rundown car."

"Wow. A car."

"Yep. Not even a nice one. It was practically hollowed out and completely rusted. It creaked the entire time."

"Was it good?"

Again, Dipper was taken aback by his girlfriend's bluntness. After getting over the initial shock of her brazen question, he actually thought about that night.

"Yeah. It was actually. Even though Pacifica and I haven't had the most smoothest of, um, friendships, it was a nice moment. I mean, she knew what she was doing - which was made it so nice. And she was relaxed. Comfortable in her own skin. And because of that, she wasn't so focused on hiding her body, I guess, and was more comfortable with, like, showing affection. We only did it the once though. And after, it wasn't even awkward. Granted, we never talked about it again - and we treated as if it never happened. But it wasn't awkward. It may have even made us closer. We don't really fight at all anymore. Like, there's no hidden hate between us - like there was before. And we've got this sort of connection where we can look at each other and just...know that we're special to each other."

Dipper realized he was rambling now. Though he was looking up at the now twilight sky, all he could see was the image of Pacifica, resting on his shirtless torso. In the pitch dark, her hair seemed to glow as the moonlight illuminated her pale skin. When she pulled off her tank, a frosty blue, lace bra was revealed. She smelled like lavender and clean laundry. And when she softly kissed him before leaving the car, not looking back to see his expression of absolute awe, he found her forgotten pair of lilac panties beneath the seat. He had kept them.

Coming back to reality, Dipper took a sip of the beer can Bailey had snuck into her backpack before the hike, and asked "What about you? What's your 'V-card story'?"

"Well, it was certainly not as romantic as yours, Dipster. I lost it to my French teacher in junior year. He was fifty years old, married, and with kids. When he came, he sounded like a dying dog, and he was so rough with me that I would later need stitches. But, afterwards, my grade did go from a D- to an A."

"Wow." Dipper laughed, passing the can to Bailey. "Did you ever do it again after that?"

"With him? No. I transferred out of the class as soon as I could, and I ended up having to take summer school to make up for the lost semester. But, there, I met my next boyfriend."

"Let me guess. He was seventy, used a walker, and wore a hearing aid?" Dipper joked.

"Oh, I wish. No, this guy was literally the spitting image of, um, St. Jimmy in the 'Jesus of Suburbia' music video, I guess."

"Oh, so a total bad boy."

"I mean, he looked like one. But he was a complete coward. He was always telling everyone about the drugs he shot up, when he was too afraid to even get a flu shot."

"Yeah, I know the type." The image of sullen, acne covered, dark haired Robbie Valentino appeared in Dipper's head.

"Well, we dated for that entire summer. And it was kind of fun. At times. At least, when he wasn't trying to shove his completely cynical philosophy down my throat. And, during those times, he taught me how to play guitar, and to skateboard, and how to deepthroat him without gagging." She added the last part casually, causing a small, devious smile to form on Dipper's lips while he picked away at the grass poking beneath his sneakers. "What about you, though? Did you ever do it again?"

"Yeah. I did." Dipper's heart raced with nervousness. He regretted saying he and Pacifica had only done it once, as now he had no reasoning behind why he was so, well, experienced in the bedroom. "I, uh, met this girl two summers ago. She was only in Oregon for two years. Really shy and awkward. It wasn't even really a relationship, since we were both too awkward to even hold a conversation. Most of the time, we just played video games and...fucked. She moved to France or something."

"Good lie. Good lie." Dipper thought to himself before Bailey spoke up again.

"Well, I won't move to France. And I won't just fuck you. But there will definitely be quite a lot of it." She said, nearing her face closer to Dipper's. He smiled, bashfully, and looked into her licentious green eyes. For a brief moment, the image of Mabel's soft, brown eyes flashed into place of hers - prompting Dipper to, as if in defiance, kiss Bailey so forcefully she fell to the ground. The two feverishly clawed at each other, their shirts bunching up as they pulled up more and more. Gasping slightly, Bailey broke the kiss to ask "Do you have protection?"

"You wanna do it here? Out in the open?"

"Yeah! Do you know how much of a thrill that is?"

"I guess…"

Dipper sat up to pull out his wallet. Opening it, he pulled out the small, square wrapper before noticing the photo of Mabel he kept in there. The polaroid had aged badly: covered in creases and slightly frayed from exposure. But it's almost surreal appearing image of Mabel, standing in her glitzy, elegant prom dress with a gauzy shawl around her bare shoulders, was still visible. Looking at it caused the stabbing pain of guilt it Dipper's gut, and he quickly pushed the wallet, and it's nostalgic photo, back into his pocket.

Unzipping his pants, he rolled on the condom, and, looking up slightly, he found Bailey had already peeled off her cargo shorts and striped panties. She smirked when Dipper's face flushed red and, by pulling on Dipper's shoulders, roughly brought him to her lips. As the two kissed, Dipper position himself and moved his hips, gradually revving up the speed until Bailey broke the kiss to let out a moan. When Dipper neared the finish line, he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, while his fingers form knuckle white fists in the grass. He tried, desperately, to just focus on Bailey's scent of green apples. But, without even his own permission, the glorious image - one he had stored away in his mind just because he found it to be so stunningly beautiful - of Mabel, eyes: closed in ecstasy, cheeks: rosy red, lips: raw and glowing, moaning out Dipper's need. And that single thought drove him over the edge, and he found himself moaning into Bailey's red strands.

Panting, he rolled off her and zipped up his pants. The two just rested there silently, staring up into star studded night sky, as their breaths eventually slowed to a normal pace. But when Bailey took Dipper's hand into her own, she found her boyfriend was completely disenchanted - far too preoccupied with the burgeoning ache he had for his sister to even focus on his her.