(A Gravity Falls AU of @schpog-art and me, in which due to a time error present Mabel and future Mabel (around 28 years old) switch places and both Dippers are trying to fix the problem. Find more here)



- present Gravity Falls -



Older Mabel: Good thing that Grunkle Stan believed you when you said that my younger self was doing a sleepover!

Younger Dipper: *sits on his bed, reading a book about worm holes* Hmm… *lost in thought*

Mabel: But you know this won’t work for long, right?

Dipper: Hm, yes. *looks at her over his book* Well, we’ll just have to come up with something new. I can’t believe he’s not recognizing you, I mean, you look so much - WHAT?

Mabel: *pauses shocked* What what?

Dipper: WHAT. ARE YOU DOING? *turns red like a tomato*

Mabel: I’m getting ready for the night? Putting on this smelly old shirt of Grunkle Stan?

Dipper: *is holding his book right in front of his eyes* oh my god, I am still here! W-why don’t you go change in the bathroom?

Mabel: Ehhh … I’ve always been changing my clothes with you in the room, broski.

Dipper: Yes, I know but - no - what - wait - MY Mabel did always do that, but you’re almost thrice my age -

Mabel: AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER OKAY

Dipper: D-does that mean we’re still doing this when … when we’re older? I mean… changing while the … other one is present?

Mabel: Eh, duuuh, sure?

Dipper: Holy cow.

Mabel: What’s the matter?

Dipper: What’s the matter? W-what’s… hahahaha *laughs nervously* nothing. Nothing but a completely adult woman showing her … c-curvy body to… a … virgin who happens to be her brother … nothing awkward ‘bout that, huh? hahaha…. - MABEL COVER YOURSELF

Mabel: *drops the sleeve of her dress again, covering her bare belly* *laughs* Aww, oh my gooosh, look at you. You’re so freaking adorable and innocent, I can’t take it.

Dipper: *is backing up as close as possible to the corner of his bed, hiding his face behind the book*

Mabel: *sits next to him on the bed* Look, I get it. When we’re older, we uhm… how do I put this … accustom very easily to one another’s … uhm… physical appearance, because the changes come slow over years. But now? I must be like BOOM a sudden curvy Wendy to you

Dipper: No

Mabel: - or a young Jennifer Lopez to you

Dipper: Uhm, no

Mabel: - or Dita Van Teese to you and that makes you freak out. I understand that, Dipper. It makes me kind of sad that I have to hide stuff from you, but it’s also somewhat cute. You know, in a crazy, ‘cesty way.

Dipper: Ohmygod I am literally going to puke.

Mabel: *laughs* Haha, okay, okay, sorry. Sorry, I’m teasing you. You don’t need to feel ashamed, really. I remember how you’ve been back then, and well, you’re about to hit puberty and stuff -

Dipper: this is uncomfortable

Mabel: And you have weird dreams -

Dipper: oh god, please, make it stop

Mabel: And you suddenly feel attracted to people of all genders and it makes you feel confused -

Dipper: I really don’t want to talk about this

Mabel: And you start to explore the glorious world of adulthood by answering the bone-a-phone-

Dipper: ALRIGHT I’M OFF TO THE BATHROOM *runs*



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Dipper: *enters the room again* *is fully dressed for the night*

Mabel: *lies in her younger self’s bed* *is also fully dressed* *smiles at him* You’re okay, Broby Dick?

Dipper: Not gonna talk about this.

Mabel: Haha, alright, alright.

Dipper: *tucks himself into bed* *is avoiding eye contact*

Mabel: *is looking at all of her old stuff with a certain spark in her eyes*

Dipper: No … no, this is not alright, actually.

Mabel: *looks to him*

Dipper: I’m feeling so ashamed now. For even… you know, for even just… for

Mabel: Liking my body?

Dipper: Ohgod.

Mabel: *gentle voice* Oh, Dipper. There really is nothing to be ashamed of. Really.

Dipper: I don’t want to think about you like.. that. Not even for a split second.

Mabel: Well, I’m a heck of a woman, you can’t blame yourself.

Dipper: C’mon Mabel, this is serious!

Mabel: Yes, I know. Look Bro, I’m a female after all and I was dumb and I haven’t thought about my actions and my physical impact onto you and caught you completely off guard. That wasn’t cool. If it makes you feel better: If there’s one thing I sure know for hell, then it’s that you are a beautiful soul. You were always protective of me, you never used me in any kind of way and you sure have never ever done something to me I did not want. Well, at least my Dipper did not. Which is basically you. So..

Dipper: *whines*

Mabel: *worried* Ehm, okay. Would it maybe help you to talk about it? To feel less weird? Breaking this awkward ice?

Dipper: I don’t know. Maybe.

Mabel: Go for it. We’ve been always able to talk about everything, and that won’t change. What do you want to know?

Dipper: I… I don’t know.

Mabel: C’mon, I know you, you little curious nerd. I bet you have dozens of questions flying through that head of yours.

Dipper: I … uff. *turns around an looks at her*

Mabel: *smiles at him warmly*

Dipper: *feels a little more comfortable* What… what where those… lines on your belly?

Mabel: Ah, those. *throws back the blanket and pulls her shirt up again* Those are stretch marks.

Dipper: What are they?

Mabel: Huh, I guess nobody has taught us anything about them back then. It’s a normal thing most of the women get over time. Some because of weight gain, some because of pregnancy, some without any reason at all.

Dipper: So… you got them because of your weight gain?

Mabel: Hm yes, obviously I’m a little on the chubby side.

Dipper: I… I like it. I mean, you look really cute and pretty.

Mabel: *giggles* I know. I have never been ashamed of it.

Dipper: *smiles* That’s how I know my Mabel.

Mabel: So, are you feeling a little better now? A little more connected to little old me? I mean, I’ve seen you in way more embarrassing moments and if you can feel safely ashamed around somebody, it’s me.

Dipper: Hm. Yes. I guess so. Thanks, Mabel.

Mabel: Don’t mention it. You really shouldn’t feel ashamed around me, Han Brolo.

Dipper: More like Luke Browalker.

Mabel: Why?

Dipper: Because he… eh… because his sister … uhm. Nevermind. I like Han Brolo. How do you even come up with those?

Mabel: I make lists in my free time.

Dipper: Okay.

Mabel: In fact, I just came up with a new one, specifically for you.

Dipper: Yes?

Mabel: Brodo the Hobbit. Get it? GET IT?

Dipper: Aaand there we go.

Mabel: BECAUSE YOU’RE SO TINY! HAHA!

Dipper: Who’d thought.

Mabel: You are SOOO tiny, I still can’t get over it. My heart is going to melt!

Dipper: Okay, okay, just … keep your voice down. Can I ask you one last thing?

Mabel: Sure thing, Brodo.

Dipper: Who is Dita Van Teese?

Mabel: *squeaks* YOU’RE SO ADORABLE.