Prompt I got from tumblr on Pacifica and Dipper when they first start dating. Hope you guys like!

Wearing a tie was strange. It seemed to cling to his throat more tightly than his amulet ever did, strangling him so that barely enough air filtered into his lungs. Or perhaps that was due to his current situation. It certainly because of the cliche horror film playing out in front of him. He could spot the random deaths and plot twists a mile away.

No, the lack of air in his lungs was definitely a result of the warm hands that were wrapped tightly around his arm.

Pacifica was curled up on the couch beside him, her knees tucked under the baggy sweeter she was wearing. Big lavender eyes were glued to the television screen, enraptured by the one dimensional characters and their struggle with the zombies that were chasing them down. She clutched at his arm like it was a life line, rocking back and forth in her seat and constantly gasping when something happened. It was fascinating really, to see how frightened and enthralled she was by these plasticine creations, especially after watching her smash the head of a real zombie in with a portable karaoke machine.

Dipper, in contrast, was stif as a rod. His back was straight and his shoulders were squared. He allowed his head to tip slightly to the side, away from the TV and towards the blonde beside him. The hand that wasn't trapped by the girl in question was gripping the fabric of his dress pants. He wasn't paying particular attention to the story anymore. He had lost interest a while ago. All he wanted to pay attention to was the shadows that were being cast on Pacifica's face by the TV light.

The two of them hadn't actually been on a date before, if you didn't count ghost hunts or their 'information exchanges' at Yumber Jacks as dates. They had danced around the issue for months after the near end of the world. Frequently being around each other, speaking of past and current events with new ease to their words. Dipper, previously taking every opportunity to offer her the chance to be on his arm, had avoided the topic like the plague after the summer had ended. He didn't dare ruin their newfound kinship by pestering her with a relationship. If he did, he believed they would fall back into the awkward one sided romance that had left him breathless each time he saw her.

Which was why it was shocking that Pacifica was the one to make the first advance.

It had been an odd but pleasant surprise when she had asked him if he wanted to see the newest 'Nearly Almost Dead but Not Quite' film with her. The idea of watching the movie itself was not a particular appealing one. Neither was the idea of seeing the film in the mystery shack, under the watchful eye of Pacifica's distrustful and overprotective family. But Pacifica had been so adamant and her smile had been so bright. It wasn't as if he would have been able to refuse.

So now here he was, sitting awkwardly on the bright yellow couch, watching Pacifica as she in turn watched the movie. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in this situation. Should he put his arm around her? Well, he couldn't because she had it in a death trap. But still was he supposed to do something. Should he make commentary on the film, start a conversation. Would that ruin the film for her and make her angry? Was it even a real date? Was it just an offer to watch a movie with a friend? Her body language suggested not, considering her cheek was now pressed to his shoulder. But perhaps she did this with every friend she watched horror films with. The thought of her doing this with someone like the cashier boy made his insides twist. He grimaced.

"You okay tough guy?"

His gazed snapped down from the top of her head to meet her eyes. She was looking up at him expectantly. A slow moment was finally playing on screen, allowing her to actually look away.

"Hm?" he mumbled in response, too lost in his own thoughts to actually know what she was talking about.

"You look like you're about to throw up," she stated with a smirk on her lips. "Are you getting scared, Pines?"

Dipper rolled his eyes. "Hardly," he replied. "I'm just disgusted by the atrocious graphics."

"Zombie movies aren't your cup of tea, huh?" she asked with an anxious smile. "Sorry about that. I wasn't sure of what movies you actually liked." Her face screwed up for a moment in thought. "Do you even like movies at all?"

Dipper shrugged to himself. He didn't mind documentaries, but he doubted Pacifica would enjoy that. As for fictional works, he would prefer a book. "Some," he answered, choosing to keep his answer vague. He didn't want to upset her with the knowledge that he really wasn't enjoying himself. "Movies like this do make me wonder about the state of Hollywood though."

A bright grin lit up her face and he could hear the laughter down in her throat that she was holding back. "You gotta enjoy the cheese and predictability in these movies," she said. "It makes the experience a hundred percent better."

"It is certainly predictable. I can already tell that the blonde girl is the next one to die," he stated casually.

"What?" Pacifica gaped at him in astonishment. "No way, she's got way too much personality! Plus she's the main love interest. The guy with the eyebrows is gonna die next."

"They all have eyebrows."

"The guy with the really thick eyebrows," she asserted, giving him a deadpan stare. "He's always doing stupid stuff and questioning the leader. He has to die."

"Maybe at the end," Dipper agreed. "But he's the central antagonist. They have to keep him around."

"The zombies are the central antagonists," Pacifica argued passionately. The slow moment was over and the group was back to running from the undead. But she was far too engrossed in the conversation. She sat up on her knees to face him fully her eyes narrowed in determination to win the debate. It was incredible how competitive she got about every little thing. "You don't need another bad guy in a movie when you already have zombies."

Dipper wasn't as focused on the argument anymore. He was more focused on the fact the her face was a mere inches from him. He could feel her breath on his face and could clearly see her bright eyes, even in the dark room. Without thinking, he reached up to touch her face. His cold fingers traced her jawline gently, and Pacifica's expression shot from determination to shock to searching. Her right hand trailed down his arm until it interlocked with his and her left reached up to grasp the side of his neck. As their faces got closer, her eyes fluttered shut and Dipper could now take his eyes off them and watch as her mouth got closer to his. He only dated to close his eyes when she was just close enough that he could feel the warmth of her lips graze his cool ones. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck and brought him closer. Just as the world started to melt away, the illusion was abruptly shattered by a typical unwanted annoyance.

"Hey guys!" Gideon yelled from the door way. The light from the kitchen temporarily blinded Dipper as the white haired twerp decided to make himself at home. Though this was technically his home. "I made popcorn!"

Gideon shoved himself in between Dipper and Pacifica, being sure to shoot Dipper a glare from the corner of his eye. A large bowl of popcorn was placed squarely on his lap. The kid dunked his hand in the bowl and stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He watched the characters on the screen intently.

"Wow, you were right Paz," Gideon said eagerly. Pieces of popcorn in his mouth muffled his response. Dipper sneered in disgust and scooted away from the boy and by extension Pacifica. That was probably the little insect's plan. "The guy with the eyebrows was the next one to get eaten."

Pacifica looked at Gideon aghast. "I knew it!" she fumed. "You were watching us the whole time!"

"Yep."

"Ugh! I told you a hundred times Gideon! It's none of you're business who I'm dating. You're not allowed to spy on us!"

"It's my house. I'm allowed to watch the people in this living room through a keyhole whenever I want."

"Like hell you are!"

As the fight between cousins got more heated, Dipper turned his attention back to the TV. He watched as the guy with thick eyebrows got his neck chewed off by a zombie with a wry smile. It was only then that he realized Pacifica had just confirmed that they were dating. Unconsciously, his smile grew.