From lovablepines: "SUPER DUPER FLUFFY CUTE MABEL AND DIPPER? And I mean the sibling relationship, NOT Pinecest :3 thank you so much, I love your work"

Of course! :) Don't worry, I don't ship them like that; I understand what you mean. I do love myself some good sibling fluff... This one-shot takes place during the end of Carpet Diem (when the twins make up). Enjoy!

Of Golf and Tickle Fights

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Dipper fought back a groan and turned over in his bed. He shouldn't be having this bad a time trying to sleep. Normally when he couldn't sleep, he would read the journal or one of his mystery novels. Usually reading helped calm his mind and he could fall asleep easily. Tonight, however, his brain was restless and he didn't feel like trying to read.

Why was he so bothered by the quiet? It shouldn't have bothered him, especially not after the sleepover Mabel and her friends had had yesterday.

Mabel.

His heart ached as he recalled their arguments throughout the day. He had had enough of his sister's boisterous slumber parties and decided to attempt to persuade Grunkle Stan to give him the hidden room Soos had uncovered in the Shack earlier. Of course, there was always this nagging feeling in his heart when he thought of moving out, saying But I don't really want to move out... He had ignored it, thinking he was just getting cold feet.

But Dipper realized - amidst the whole body-switching ordeal - that he really...didn't want to move out of the attic. It had been so much fun sharing a room with Mabel this summer, despite his initial horror (sharing a room with his sister? Oh, this would end badly, he had thought) and now that he had a chance to give it up, he found himself hesitant. The boy recalled games of attic stuff golf and listening to his sister name all of the mold on the ceiling of the attic with surprising fondness. And now, as he lay in bed in his new bedroom, he was...lonely.

He missed saying goodnight to his sister when she was only across the attic from him. He missed hearing her voice in the night when she couldn't sleep and would try to meow herself back to sleep. The room felt so empty without her.

Dipper sighed aloud and looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Mabel was having a similar problem. He knew she hadn't wanted to move out of the attic either, and he began to ponder whether this had been a good idea. The silence was stifling in this room with just him.

He sat up and climbed out of bed, grabbing his pillow as an afterthought. Sneaking out of the room, he tiptoed up the stairs, hoping Grunkle Stan wouldn't awaken, and paused in front of the attic door. What if she said no? What if she was still mad at him?

Only one way to find out.

Dipper took a deep breath and knocked. There was a pause before he heard her get out of bed and walk to the door, his heart hammering in his chest. It opened a smidge and she stared at him in surprise, not seeming half-asleep (she probably hadn't even gone to sleep yet, he realized).

"Hey, uh, do you wanna have a sleepover?"

She stared at him with an unreadable expression for a moment before opening the door and disappearing from his sight. He set down his pillow and looked up in time for her to cry, "FORE!"

Dipper ducked as she swung a golf club and the golf ball went flying into the wall next to him. He laughed and hurried over to give it a try, relieved that she wasn't angry. He hit the ball and it crashed out the window like it had yesterday, a small THUD reaching the twins' ears.

"OW! Why am I even out here at night?" Grunkle Stan's voice reached their ears, causing the two to giggle.

"Is that still out of bounds?" Dipper asked teasingly, handing her the golf club to let her swing.

Mabel smiled brightly. "Yep! Rules are rules!"

"Oh, come on!"

She laughed at his whine. "Sorry, Dip! I know what'll make you feel better..."

"What...?" He eyed her warily as she took her next swing, which landed beautifully in a cup that used to be part of their golf game yesterday.

"TICKLES!"

"Wha - ? Mabel, no!"

The boy was helpless as his sister pounced, tickling his sides as he tried to push her hands away. She eventually began to laugh as well, pausing long enough for Dipper to retaliate with his own tickling (which made her laugh even more than he had). "No! I won't give in! Someone write my will! I'm giving everything to Waddles!"

Dipper laughed and stopped so that they both could take a breather, falling back onto the wood floor. "I don't think a tickle fight can kill you, Mabel."

"You never know! It's possible!"

He snorted but failed to suppress a small smile at her words. "Sure."

"What? You don't believe me?"

"Sure, I do. I'm sure it's entirely possible to kill someone by tickling them."

His heavy sarcasm earned him yet another round of tickling, which led to a full-on tickle war, and if Stan Pines walked into the attic the next morning and found the twins collapsed next to each other out of exhaustion, he said nothing of it.

You probably wanted something else, sorry, but I just had to add on something fluffier for the end of this episode. Besides, tickle fights are another one of my weaknesses. :)

I promise I'm working on all of your requests! I have two more to go, I believe, so expect them out before the fifth of January. Oh, and by the way: HAPPY NEW YEAR!