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This story is a follow up story of Pacifica's Dollhouse. It takes place about five years after. To set the scene, Pacifica and Dipper are very intimate. They share an apartment in Gravity Falls. Dipper works at the Mystery Shack, part-time, and Pacifica is an aspiring fashion designer. Without further ado I give you, "Mistakes and Miracles."
Pacifica's POV-
Five years….. Five whole years. Today, five years ago, I lost my mother. I never forgot that day. The nightmares have been unbearable the last couple of days. Despite Dipper's numerous and kind efforts, I still found myself lying awake and contemplating what it all meant. I would ask myself questions. What if I told them sooner? Would she still be here? These questions and thoughts tore through my brain almost everyday. You would think after five years things would be slowed. Things wouldn't be so unbearably difficult. My nightmares and flashbacks speak for themselves in my case. Without the warmth of Dipper's body entwined with mine, I wouldn't be calm in the slightest. He's the one who convinced me that a psychiatrist would help tremendously. He's the man who has believed in me and my dreams. He's the man who has truly shown his love for me. I snuggled closer into his arms and drifted to sleep.
I opened my eyes and found myself on a cold, damp ground. I picked up one of my hands and wiped it slowly across the ground. Grayish mud surrounded me. I looked up. The whole world was black and gray. I look forward to see my mother's grave. Standing around it was everyone I loved. Dipper, Mabel, the Pines family. They all started walking at the same pace, taking the same except movements. I backed up slowly and carefully, trying not to slip and fall. I then heard a slight growl. I froze. Fear rose up into my veins. My brain was screaming for me to move, but my legs were glued tight to the ground. I looked up to see them surrounding me.
"Worthless." "Killer." "Slut." "Whore." Their words surrounded me, cutting into me like knives, each one leaving its own scar. I looked at them again. Each one seemed to have red glowing eyes. The only color that showed up in my dreamworld. My brain spun and thoughts whirled through my head as I was suddenly thrusted backwards. Dipper stood at my feet.
"You are nothing but a disgusting, worthless, little slut." He spat.
"BUT I LOVE YOU!" I screamed, I began to sob at the words said by the one person I thought truly cared about me.
"Your worthless Pacifica. You haven't changed. You're still the worthless little brat that I grew to hate eight years ago."
As my sobs grew louder he disa
ppeared into the dust, along with the other beings. Another person formed.
"M-Mom!" I stutterd. A mangled, demonic version of my mother stood in front of me.
"Killer…" she hissed.
I was then violently shaken out of my horrific nightmare.
"Cif, you're alright." I heard Dipper say, his strong arms holding me tight, as I sobbed into his chest. "You're always safe with me, babe." He said. I smiled up at him.
"Dipper?" I sniffled out between sobs.
"Yes?" he cooed.
"Do you think I'm a disgusting slut?" the words rang through the room. He stopped rocking me and the room became silent.
"Pacifica Elise Northwest." he responded. "I love you more than I can describe with words. You mean absolutely everything to me. Your beauty is radiating, and your blindly stunning. I love every part of you. I would never do anything that I thought would hurt you."
"Thanks, I needed that." I said back to him.
"I know how to make you feel even better." he said slyly.
Moments later clothes flew through the air, as our bodies entwined in each other, sealing our love.
I hope you guys really enjoyed the first chapter. Please review and give me any tips on how to improve my writing! Bye, loves!