Dipper stayed slumped against the wall for almost an hour, his tired mind racing as he tried to parse what the fuck was going on with his small, interconnected pseudo-family. His lips still felt the fire from Wendy's searing kiss, leftover electricity and shame warring upon his skin. He numbly pressed his fingers to them, dragging his digits across as if he could unlock the secrets if he only abused them enough.
Beside him, Wendy sat quietly, one hand delicately grasping at his left hand, fingers not quite intertwined with him- although he could tell she wanted to take that final step by the way her hand lightly twitched against his.
Why wouldn't she? His thoughts were a combination of bitterness and awe. She's already taken so much liberty with me- why stop here?
It was incongruous, the way she acted now- this girl, who had thrown him against the wall, forced her lips upon his, made Pacifica-
Pacifica.
He groaned, his free hand running through his hair as he remembered the anguish upon her face.
She had strode in, smiling merrily, a vase filled with tiger-lillies, Mabel's favorite flower, clutched to her chest. She had seemed nervous, giddy-
She wanted this to be a date, he realized, and the thought struck him like a cannonball. She wanted to be more.
So Wendy...?
"Why?" His voice was cracked and small, and the ginger almost jumped in surprise, shifting next to him.
"What?"
"Why, Wendy?" She flinched, his voice harsher than she was used to. His hand clenched harder against her- less a comforting grip, and more of a vice to keep her where she was. His eyes found hers, boring in, and she couldn't look away, trapped within the intensity.
"Because I like you, dude!" Her voice was fraught with the tiniest edge of panic, the same that she had inflicted upon him so callously earlier. "Because I want to be with you! Boyfriend and girlfriend, hug, kiss, and whatever else." She took forced, deep breaths, hoping to calm herself.
He sighed, loosing his hand around hers. She kept it there, taking comfort from the contact. "You really hurt Paz, Wendy. She didn't deserve that."
Her face, downcast from him, said that she believed she did, but when she looked up, ginger hair framing her pretty face, she merely smiled sadly. "I know, Dip. And, I'm, like, really sorry about it. I just... I started, and I couldn't stop. I just had to... get it all out, you know? Before..."
She paused, looking thoughtfully. He leaned back, head resting against the wall once more, gazing at her sidelong. "Before what?" He prompted.
"Before someone else took you away," she said softly.
He didn't say anything, instead contemplating the sheer whirlwind of thought, emotions and ideas that now ran though his sleep addled mind. Seizing the opportunity, Wendy moved.
Still clutching his hand like a totem, she moved forward and around, until her knees were on either side of his feet, her chest leaning into his knees. Softly, she brought her free hand up, stroking his cheek tenderly, and she felt her heart swell when the tired boy leaned into her touch. She said softly, "hey, hey," bringing her forehead up until it was almost touching his. He murmured sleepily, and the sound became a moan when she brought her fingers from stroking his cheek into stroking his soft hair.
"Hey, hey, Dipper. Hey," she cooed, slowly, gently bringing his head towards her.
"I don't know what to do, Wendy," he admitted softly, his breath playing against her lips like a symphony. She felt that familiar stirring, passion and power and want.
She smirked, and she knew that she was well and truly lost to this. "Just roll with it, dude."
"I'm not sure if I know how," he weakly joked.
"Like this," she breathed, and she kissed him again- a gentler beast all together, slow and languid, their lips melding like they were meant for it. He moaned softly, a deep ululation that started deep in his throat and rumbled, past his tongue and through her teeth and lips, a soothing vibration that made her eyelids flutter. After a moment, she broke the kiss. Quickly, she gave him another quick peck. His face followed after her briefly, like he didn't want the contact to end.
That was a good thing, in her mind.
"Like that, dude," she smirked at him, resting her butt on her feet as she knelt before him.
"Roll with it, huh?" His arms rose, grasping her by the forearms as he brought his knees under him, rising steadily until she was looking up at him.
She gulped, mouth abruptly growing dry as she saw the hungry look in his eye. It mirrored the look she had had not an hour ago.
"Roll with it," he whispered, and she shivered down to her toes. She nodded, feeling very small, and he abruptly flipped her over, her back hitting the dirty floor as her hair haloed around her, her breath leaving her in a surprised gasp. He straddled her, knees coming up to her ribs as he leaned in, hands coming to cup her cheek and grasp at her left wrist.
"Roll with it," he repeated, and brought his lips down towards hers. She closed her eyes, whimpering in trepidation-
-and opened them again as he bit down on her neck, a lewd moan escaping her as her eyes rolled back in her head, every pinpoint of pressure sending waves of want cascading through her. Her free hand came and gripped the back of his head, holding him close as his biting became deep kisses up her neck, kissing along her vein until he brought himself to her ear, latching on to the lobe there, biting and sucking with a gentle sort of need. She moaned again, loud and low and dirty.
"Uh, dudes? I can appreciate young love and junk, but, maybe, like, not in my kitchen?"
They sprang apart, panting, rapidly finding themselves backed into opposite corners of the room, deep blushes upon them as they panted in a combination of lust and shame. At the doorway, Soos stood with a broom and a slight frown that creased his forehead. "Sorry, bro," said Dipper, not able to look into either of their eyes.
"Yeah. Totally uncool of us, boss."
He waved his hand in a noncommittal gesture, moving close to start sweeping the shards of glass that both of them had been ignoring while they had sulked against the wall. "It's whatever, dudes. Just, like, get a room, I guess? One that isn't my kitchen, ya know?"
"Got it," they said at the same time, and the three shared a small chuckle that didn't really match the tone of the room.
Wendy shook her head, trying to clear it. It didn't work. She was drowning in... something. Hormones and lust clouded eyes. "Listen, I'm gonna beat it. Umm... Let's, like, meet up later, like, tomorrow, okay, dude? And, like... Talk, and stuff."
"Yeah, yeah. Okay. See ya."
She smiled at him, waving to both men as she left the kitchen.
There was an awkward silence, broken only by Dippers still labored breathing and the scritch, scritch, scritch of the broom as Soos swept up the broken glass and dead flowers. After a while, with Dipper still sitting in the corner in a strange sort of silent contemplation brought upon by overwhelming exhaustion and scalding pink lips. "Hey, dude?"
"Yeah, Soos?" His voice was soft and faraway.
"So, we're, like, total Pterodactyl Bros forever and junk, right?"
He smiled. "You know it, bro!"
Soos grinned. "Awesome! So, as your perenial Pterodactyl Bro and stuff, I have this to say: What the fuck, dude?"
Whatever words Dipper had been expecting, it wasn't that. Also, whatever words he had hoped to articulate were subsequently lost as well. "Bwarghhgh?" He ejaculated confusedly.
"Yeah, bro. You were, like, totally on Wendy, man. Like, all beast mode and shit. That isn't like you, dude."
Dipper shook his head, pushing himself up from the floor with a grunt. "It's been a really weird week, man," he defended weakly.
"It's Gravity Falls, bro. Every week is a weird week." Dipper frowned.
"I guess you're right."
Soos sighed, sweeping the last of the debris into the bin. "Take a nap, bro. You need it."
"You know, I think you're right, Soos."
With a final parting fist bump, he went up to his room. He hoped to find at least some rest there.
Break
When she was feeling stressed or saddened, Mabel knitted.
Now, that wasn't to say that she didn't knit at other points- the sheer amount of sweaters that she had knitted over the years put paid to that idea.
However, as the purple fluffy sweater came together under her needles, fashionable shooting star logo emblazoned upon the front, she realized that this was definitely a stress situation.
"Stupid bitch thinks she can win with a cheap blow like that? I'll show her. I won't let her win, I won't let her hurt my Dipper!"
Mabel sighed. That had been the gist of Pacifica's ranting for the past few hours. Sitting inside of her room in her empty house, the two had come here after wandering out of the forest, and Pacifica had... broken, somehow. She sat, notebook upon her lap, pen in hand, furiously scribbling notes and plans and drawings.
"Paz...?"
"And if that stupid whore thinks she can beat a Northwest at anything, she has another fucking thing coming, I tell you..."
"Paz?"
"And another thing-!"
"Paz!"
"What?!" Mabel resisted the urge to flinch, instead calmly putting aside her sweater to look at the formerly filthy rich blonde.
"Calm down, Paz," she said forcefully. Instead of lashing out as she had half expected, the blonde instead took on a thoughtful look.
"Ya know," she finally said, running a delicate finger along her chin, "when Mabel Pines tells you to calm down, you've probably hit rock bottom."
Mabel grinned, moving from her place in the soft, squishy armchair to sit down beside Pacifica on the bed. Throwing a companionable arm around her slender shoulders, the brunette idly leafed through Pacifica's notebook. It wasn't so much a cohesive plan as it was inane ramblings, several doodles of Wendy in various painful scenarios, and several paragraphs worth of planning that had been scribbled out. "Working hard, huh?"
"Goddamnit, Mabes," she said softly, running a hand through her silky hair. "I just wanted to help him sleep. Why did she...?"
Mabel heard the watery tone of her voice, and knew how much her friend hated for anyone to see her cry. Quickly pulling her into am embrace, she engulfed her friend in a hug as Pacifica buried her face into Mabel's shoulder, a few quick, shuddering sobs escaping her before she managed to calm down. Pacifica gave her a quick squeeze as a thank you to her, pulling back and rubbing her eyes free of any stray moisture.
"Thanks, Mabel."
"Any time, Pazzy Girl. Sooo... Did you have anything, like, concrete, or were you just imagining ways to make Wendy suffer?"
Blushing, the blonde said, "mostly that. I'm not thinking straight. Like, I should totally be planning on how to get Dipper out of her clutches, you know? Or something. It's all fucked and confused and I really don't know how this happened, Mabel."
"Hormones and true love?" Hazarded the twin, shrugging noncommittally to her.
"Fuck you. No, but... What the fuck?"
"Super articulate, Pazzy," teased Mabel. Pacifica pushed her off the bed, and she laughed as the twin bounced off the fluffy floor.
"Yeah, fuck you, bitch. But, for serious; I should be better than this. I shouldn't be outplayed by ginger McLumberbitch. I'm a Northwest! We're, well..."
"Spoiled? Maladjusted? Delirious?"
"I was gonna go with cunning, also, again, fuck you."
Mabel bounced back onto the bed, pulling Pacifica into a sidelong hug, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. "Well, then let's get you back on that rich bitch track! Phhhfwahh!" She wasn't quite sure what that last noise was, but it seemed to fit the situation, so she rolled with it.
Pacifica giggled. "Thanks, Mabes. You're crazy and weird and look like you fell into a closet, but you're a great friend."
"You know- Hey! I'll have you know that I am tres fashionable,y ou only wish you could pull his off! But, anyway, let's do this!" She placed the notebook on her lap, worrying at the pen. "So, Paz, I was thinking... Let's go for simple, yeah?"
Break
"I'm telling you, Cummings was an absolute genius when it came to lyric and prose! A Living Dance was a quintessential masterpiece, and I won't hear a word against it!"
The blonde sitting next to him on the roof scoffed softly. She nudged his shoulder with her own, giggling softly when he turned to her with an affronted look. "I suppose that he's all fine and good if you enjoy grammatical errors and punctuation, but he's just like Wilde- all style, no substance. I mean, c'mon, what does the subject matter have to do with the discourse, when he jumps from love to forgetfulness to death in a single stanza? Weak, Dip."
"Now who's the pleb, you uncultured swine!" He grinned loudly as he traced his fingers along her ribs, drawing a flare and a sharp laugh at the same time, sending her wriggling away from him.
"You common born mud slinger! Insulting such a noble beauty as me?"
"I insult that which does not know grace and greatfullness," he joked back.
"You sound like a shitty college version of Hamlet, you prick!" They both broke into giggles at the ridiculous wordplay they had shared.
"Love you, too," he smirked at her, and she turned away so that he wouldnt see her blush. "And, besides, you're the one insulting my favorite poet."
"Only because you don't have the decency to choose a good one," she quipped.
"Says the girl that still has a Sev'ral Times poster on her wall," he teased, and this time her face erupted in a deep red blush.
"You weren't supposed to see that," she muttered. Even more sofrly, she said to herself, "I was supposed to throw those away..." Partially regaining her composure, she got herself back on the correct footing, saying, "and that's besides the point! Whitman or Bukowski have all of the same esotericness, while still maintaining their grammatical integrity, and while making sense!"
"Oh, please! I'll give you Whitman, but Bukowski only makes sense from the bottom of a bottle."
This time, she was the who pushed him, and she pushed much harder than he hard- he rolled hard, almost falling off the roof. "Dipper!" She rushed towards the edge that he was precariously balanced on, hands desperately grasping at him and pulling him back to relative safety.
"Thanks for saving me from your own fuck up, Pazzy," he snarked at her. The sixteen year old girl smacked him, hard, on the chest, cheeks flushed from the adrenaline. For good measure, she started hitting him again, and then again in repitition at the positively maddening boy.
"Shows me, you dick. Next time, I'll just let you fall off the fucking roof!"
He caught her flailing arms in his hands, gently, bringing her into a tight hug. "Thanks, Paz."
His words were soothing, and she relaxed. "Yeah, yeah. You're lucky you have a best friend like me, you dork."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Well, of course! I'm smart, popular, pretty, and I save you from your own stupidity! I mean, who else would put up with your positively insulting views on twentieth century poets?"
"I think you mean, 'who else gives a shit about twentieth century poets?'", he smirked.
"That too, you fucking dweeb."
He laughed, tightening the hug for a moment before letting her go. She gave him a soft look, almost appraising him.
"Hey, Dipper?
"Dipper?"
"Dipper?"
"Dipper?"
"Dipper?"
"Dipper!"
His eyes opened, bloodshot and confused. He was met by a sleek blonde mane, worriedly shaking him. "Paz," he greeted stiffly.
"You were having another nightmare," she said worriedly.
"It wasn't so bad," he answered truthfully. She was sat at the edge of his bed, one hand still gripping his shoulder softly. She smiled.
"That's good. Must have been about me," she joked.
"It was, actually," he answers truthfully, and she gave a tiny gasp, followed by a bright smile. He returned it for a moment, before his face furrowed. "Listen, Paz. I wanted to apologize, for earli-"
"Shhh," she said, placing a finger to his lips to silence him. "It's okay."
"No it isn't," he said from behind her finger. She glared at him lightly, but he merely took her hand in both of his, stroking either side with his thumbs. She turned her gave away so that he didn't see the way her eyes fluttered at the gesture. "I'm really, really not sure what is going on between you and Wendy, and I don't like it, but I never wanted you to get hurt. Or Wendy either, but it's obvious that she really, really hurt you when she kissed me."
Pacifica flinched slightly at the mention of the kiss, but she still came back with a smile. "I was just... Surprised, Dip. Like, who'd have thought, right? It's all whatever, anyway."
"You sure?" He didn't sound convinced in the least.
"Really sure, Dip. Now!" She continued brightly, situating herself more comfortably on the bed. "I came here to continue with our day, like we should have hours ago." He glanced at his clock- it was almost midnight now. Have I really been out for almost half a day in here? Christ, it feels like I didn't sleep at all. This exhaustion is gonna kill me.
"Paz," he said gently, "I don't think that I can. I'm exhausted, almost like I didn't even sleep."
"That's why we're sleeping together, silly." She giggled as his eyes bulged out, mouth gaping like a fish. "Not like that, you doofus! I mean, like, back at the party? When you slept near me, you didn't have any nightmares. I figure it's worth a shot on the larger scale, right?"
He yawned, shrugging. It wasn't really in his comfort zone- especially with what had happened with Wendy earlier that day- but he was desperate for something resembling a good night's sleep. And, besides, it was Pacifica. He trusted her almost as much as he trusted Mabel, and that was only because you couldn't really beat their super mega sibling twin bond. "I suppose," he mumbled.
"Good boy. Let me just get changed real quick. Mabel always has clothes of mine lying around, anyway."
She took off, and he heard her opening and closing doors, rifling around his sisters wardrobe for some pajamas. God knows, the girl had slept over enough here over the years to merit having her own dresser at this point. He heard her having a soft, barely audible conversation with Mabel, probably about what to wear to bed After a few minutes, she came back in.
She was wearing polka dot pajama bottoms and one of Mabel's ridiculously fluffy sleeping sweaters, a Llama with a Christmas hat on the front. He grinned. "You look adorable."
"I know! Now, let's get sleepy, Dip. You look like you need it."
"I do," he agreed, scooting over on his bed to allow her access. They had slept in close proximity enough times over the years that it wasn't particularly awkward. She cuddled close to him, entertwining her legs with his. He raised an eyebrow at her in question.
She giggled a little, and said, "I figure that proximity helps, so the more contact, the more likely it succeeds. Besides, are you complaining at your hot friend holding you close?"
"My, my, aren't you humble?"
"I've seen myself naked in the mirror," she stated bluntly. "I'm hot as fuck, you dork. He hummed in agreement.
"I guess," he concedes with a grin.
"Damn right. Now shut up and get to sleep, Dip. If this works, we can do this more, at least until Multibear unfucks your head."
"Yeah," he said. "Sure, Paz."