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Birthday

"I just don't know Mabel. I can't think of anything I can get her that would be, you know, special."

"You are WAY overthinking this, bro. The best thing you do for her is be there for her."

"It's her eighteenth birthday. I feel like I should do something big…"

"You know… I've got an idea for something she might like."

"Mabel, why am I never enthused when you say things like that?"

"Do you want my help or not?"

*sigh*

"What do you got?"

0000

Pacifica Northwest's eighteenth birthday had been all she'd expected so far. Sure enough, her parents had thrown a lavish party, inviting the wealthiest families in earshot and paraded her around mostly to improve their own image. She was used to it to the point of being indifferent of her parents' snooty behavior. Things didn't really get good until she found the opportunity to sneak away after a text from Mabel seeing if she wanted to 'hang out'.

She was only a little surprised to find a huge surprise part waiting for her. It had been a blast of course, Dipper and Mabel living up to their self-proclaimed titles of 'birthday experts'. Her favorite games were played, her passions discussed, and most importantly, she was surrounded by people who truly cared about her, in spite of her family's less-than-likeable history. It was all she could ever have wanted.

However, when Mabel led her upstairs to the attic bedroom insisting that 'the REAL surprise' was yet to come, she wasn't quite sure what to expect. But she definitely wasn't expecting Dipper to come into the room clad in fuzzy white trousers, his chest bare save for the words 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY PACIFICA' painted half-hazardly across his chest, and a bonnet tied around his head, equipped with small little horns. His face was beat red, and he was clearly uncomfortable doing this, whatever it was.

"Hi. I'm your birthday lamb. And I'm here to dance for the birthday girl."

Pacifica's had already taken a similar shade of red at the sight of her shirtless boyfriend in such ridiculous attire, and she was already struggling to contain her laughter. She'd remembered the day she learned of the 'lamby lamby dance'. An adorably embarrassed Dipper listened powerlessly as Mabel informed Pacifica of the nature of the dance he'd used to perform for his parents. She recalls Dipper's words regarding the whole thing.

"You'll never see me doing that stupid dance ever again."

A vow he'd kept valiantly for six years, only to be broken today.

It wasn't long before the blushing young man began singing and prancing around

"Weeelllll, who wants a lamby lamby lamby?"

"I do! I do!"

"So, go up and greet your mammy mammy mammy"

"Hi there! Hi there!"

"So march march march around the daisies"

"Don't don't don't you forget about the baaaaabyyyyy!"

Ending on a knee and poking his cheek with a finger, he smiled as brightly as he could manage when the song ended.

Pacifica was on the verge of tears, and not just from trying, and failing, to contain her laughter. She was touched really, to see the display. Dipper had revisited what he must have considered the most embarrassing part of his life, something he dreaded for years, for her.

"How much longer do I have to kneel here?" He asks, breaking character finally. Looking at Pacifica's face, her cheeks were shining red, tears welled in her eyes, and she had the warmest grin on her face that he'd ever seen. And then he smiled too. And he supposed, if it made her make a face like that, he'd be willing to do this stupid dance as often as she'd asked.

Pacifica held her arms out. "Come here." She said.

Dipper complied and walked over to the bed. There was no hesitation as Pacifica cupped Dipper's face and kissed him witless.

"Happy birthday." He managed to say between a flurry of kisses.

Pacifica could only respond by pressing her lips against him, dragging him down to the bed on top of her.

0000

People hadn't paid too much mind as to what Dipper and Pacifica were doing during the hour they'd been missing from the party. Teens will be teens, after all. When they'd reemerged into the fray with disheveled hair and shifted clothes, no one said anything.

However, the question couldn't be avoided forever.

"So, how'd she like it?" Mabel asks as she and Dipper get ready for bed.

"She really liked it. I owe you one, Mabel."

"Oh I bet she did. So, did she give you a present too?"

Dipper blushed and scoffed at his sister's question. "Mabel, that's not really appropriate discussion."

Dipper groaned and took his shirt off to change into a night shirt. A gasp and a clicking sound later, Dipper turns to his sister with a suspicious look.

"I guess she left you a few presents after all!" Mabel said, grinning mischievously.

"What are you-" Dipper began to object when Mabel showed him a snapshot of his shirtless back, covered in red scratch marks. "You got red on you, bro bro."

Dipper could only stare in astonishment and embarrassment as his sister returned to preparing for bed.