A/N:
Credit to CraveFanArt for the cover art.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.
Episode 3: The Last Wish - Act 1: Mabel the teaser.
Important: I'm doing a complete rewrite/revision before uploading the last chapter.
This chapter is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]
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[Chapter 4: Of videogames and chickens]
[Act 1: Sunday - part 3]
Dipper knocked on the heiress' door. His face was flushed red, and his hands were damp in sweat. Dipper had no idea what the gift could be but, given how she had whispered it, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He had taken a quick shower and changed into clean clothes just in case before he went there.
Nobody replied to the door.
"Pacifica?" Dipper opened the door and took a peek inside the bedroom.
"Dipper!" Came a voice from the door to the small bathroom inside the bedroom. "Come in and wait! I'm taking a shower to clean all this pool chlorine!"
The boy came in hesitantly. He had never seen the inside of Pacifica's room before. It was however as he had expected: Big. Everything in the room was big. On one wall, there were two nightstands one at each side of the enormous four poster bed. The bed sheets were made of silk, colored in purple patterns. On another wall, there was a balcony that led outside. In the corner of these two walls, there was a corner L shaped desk with a laptop, several notebooks and other study material on it. On the remaining wall, there was a flat screen wall TV, with a couch in front of it and two doors at each side. One door Dipper assumed it lead to her small bathroom since he could hear the water running behind it. Behind the other, Dipper found a closet almost as big as the bedroom itself, with rows of hangers and a three mirrors wall at the end of it.
"No wonders she gets cold at night." Dipper murmured. "Heating this up is impossible. This bedroom alone is almost as big as the Shack."
Dipper lay on Pacifica's bed and sighed. He dried his sweaty hands in his shorts. There was something odd with the bed. It was fantastic, made of memory foam, but there was a harder area on the pillow. Dipper slid his hand under the cover and found a wad of $20 inside it.
"I don't know why this doesn't surprise me." He chuckled.
Pacifica began singing in the shower, and Dipper smiled. He remembered the competition Mabel and she had in the Shack. Dipper knew his sister sang passionately, but Pacifica knew how to hit all the right tones.
Lying on her bed, however, wasn't helping with his nervousness. He stood up and went to the L shaped corner desk to distract himself. Dipper had a look at the notebooks. They were all school material. Curiosity urged him to open some drawers. The first one had pencils, rulers, and compasses. More school material. The second one had more of the same, but Dipper noticed something when he was about to close it: It seemed smaller. The boy pulled out the drawer and found that the drawer had a false bottom. Dipper was glad he had remembered last year when he was setting up a desk in his house, and the spare bottom board for the drawer gave him the false bottom idea. Dipper removed the false bottom and found a small notebook. It was a sketchbook. He opened it and gasped.
"She said she wanted to be a fashion designer." Dipper murmured as he turned a few pages and marveled in all the different and colorful dress designs.
Dipper had no idea about fashion, but he thought they were pretty. He guessed Pacifica had the sketchbook hidden since her parents probably wanted her to work in Preston's company when she was older. Dipper wondered how many drawings she had done, and skipped to the middle of the sketchbook. The pages were empty there but, a few pages before the end of the book, Dipper found there several drawings that made him fluster red.
Pacifica could apparently draw people beside dresses. The last pages of the sketchbook had drawings of Dipper where he appeared shirtless and chopping wood in most of them. Dipper felt embarrassed because he in no way had the muscular tone displayed in the drawings. A few pages later there was a drawing of him feeding Pacifica a strawberry. Dipper thought it cute and was glad about doing that a few hours before. It had been apparently some kind of secret fantasy for Pacifica. The next page had a drawing of them kissing, and Dipper smiled and felt flustered. The page after that, the last one, had several doodles, most of them crossed out. It seemed Pacifica had tried to redraw the same thing over and over again until she got it right. The last doodle wasn't crossed out and it featured Dipper standing, with a towel over his shoulder and completely naked. Dipper's eyes bulged out, since Pacifica had been quite generous when drawing his private parts, and he immediately closed and put the sketchbook back where he had found it. Dipper now had no doubts about how good of a look Pacifica had in their earlier bathroom incident. The boy sat on the edge of the bed and covered his face with his hands. Playing detective had rendered him even more nervous.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Pacifica walked out wearing a purple bathrobe.
"There you are." She smiled. "Let's get to it then."
Pacifica walked up to the boy and kneeled in front of him. Dipper gulped and felt his throat tightening. His hands began sweating buckets.
"Get these out of the way, Dipper!" Pacifica grabbed his knees and spread his legs open. "I can't reach it like that."
Dipper thought he would faint in nervousness.
The heiress then bent over, reached under the bed and pulled out a duffel bag.
"Can you get this working on that TV?" She dropped the bag on Dipper's lap.
"Uh…"
Dipper's blood was mainly distributed between his cheeks and his groin, and he was too dizzy to think properly. The boy shook his head and opened the bag. There was a videogame console and a few games inside it.
"S-sure, yeah." He raised an eyebrow at Pacifica and sighed in relief when he realized it had all been a misunderstanding on his part.
"Are you okay? You look as if you had a stomach ache." Pacifica noticed Dipper's crimson red face. She pressed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. "Ugh. You're sweating like crazy. You shouldn't have eaten so much ice cream. C'mere."
Pacifica grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the bathroom before he had a second to protest. The bathroom was, as Dipper had imagined, very well supplied for a small bathroom. It had a shower, a toilet, a sink with a mirror, and a hairdresser sink. The latter caught Dipper attention, since it wasn't a common thing in a bathroom. He guessed it was obvious Pacifica had one of those given how much her hair stood out.
Dipper washed his face in the sink and dried it in a towel. He felt really relieved afterwards.
"So…" Dipper looked at Pacifica up and down. "You're done with your shower?"
"Kinda." Pacifica ran a hand through her hair. "Now I have to do my hair."
"But… didn't you just have a shower?" Dipper raised an eyebrow, completely confused.
"If only it were that simple." Pacifica chuckled. "I have to apply the conditioner now that it's damp." She explained. "It's hard to do by myself, so I usually have a maidservant to help me but…"
Dipper nodded and felt a little guilty. Pacifica had given the servants a week off just in case any of them gave her away to her parents about this extended sleepover she was having with the twins.
"Maybe I could help?" Dipper offered.
"Um…" Pacifica looked at him doubtfully. "Okay, but be careful. I really, really like my hair. Grab the shampoo and the conditioner from the drawers."
Pacifica sat back on the hairdresser chair and made sure her long blond mane pooled into the sink. Dipper in the meantime grabbed the first two bottles he found in the drawers under the sink.
"These ones?" He showed her, and Pacifica nodded.
Dipper opened the shampoo and smelled it. The scent was lilacs and he smiled.
"So…" Dipper walked behind her. "I guess it's rinse, lather and wash, right?"
"It's rinse, small condition, lather up from root to end, wash, condition again, cold wash and then dry it up." Pacifica instructed him.
The boy couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise, and also be very thankful that he didn't have to deal with all of that, since his hair was short by comparison. Dipper rinsed her hair up with warm water, and then he began applying a small condition.
"Why am I doing this before lathering it up?" He asked, doubtful about the effectiveness of the procedure.
"It protects the ends from drying later when washing it, so the hair ends up smoother and shinier. Duh." She made the statement as if everyone knew that.
"Right." Dipper decided to trust her, since she was the one with the pretty hair.
"Ow! Hey! Watch the pulls!" She protested.
"Sorry." He apologized and continued applying the condition slowly.
Pacifica closed her eyes and rejoiced in the touch on her hair. Dipper, on the other hand, was completely mesmerized by it. Her hair felt so silky in his hands he thought it couldn't be real. He stroked the long blond locks slowly, as to make the moment last as long as possible. Dipper then realized he was missing a very special part. He grabbed Pacifica's bell-shaped bangs and pushed them back over the head.
Dipper thought she looked weird without the bangs covering her forehead. It was as if he was seeing her face for the first time. He got distracted and stopped stroking her hair for second. Pacifica then opened her eyes to see why he had stopped, and Dipper got intimidated by her blue eyes. Without the eyeshadow or the bell-shaped bangs, her face had been completely white until a second ago, when she had opened her eyelids and had exposed her penetrating blue eyes. Dipper broke eye contact and flustered as he continued applying the condition to her hair. He didn't wonder anymore why she always wore eye shadow or why she combed her hair like that. Her eyes made her facial expression to intimidating without those.
"Now what?" Dipper asked after finishing applying the conditioner.
"Now the shampoo. Rub the scalp with it."
The boy rubbed his hands together to extend the shampoo properly, and then lathered her head. He attempted circular motions at first, but her hair got tangled, so Dipper moved to vertical strokes. He lathered her hair from root to end, beginning close to her forehead and going all the way down to the sink. He pressed his finger pads on her scalp and caressed it tenderly.
"Mmmm." Pacifica moaned at the caresses. "You're pretty good at this. I'll make you do it every day."
"I like it too." Dipper smiled as he washed her hair up. "The conditioner now?"
"Yes. Don't apply it on the root this time."
Once her hair was conditioned, Dipper washed his hands clean and stared at her expectantly.
"So…" He scratched his cheek. "How long do you need to have the hair like that?"
"Two or three minutes is fine. The longer, the better."
Dipper spent this time examining her facial features. He considered her pretty; nothing spectacular, but pretty still. He started on her forehead, something he was seeing today for the first time, then her pointy nose, her chin, and then his eyes caught something that made them widen like saucers. Pacifica's bathrobe had moved slightly when she had sat back earlier, and there was a big gap between the fabric and her chest, leaving a generous cleavage. The boy immediately averted his gaze out of respect, but he flustered nonetheless. He was certain he had seen the pink areola of a nipple partially.
"Are you alright now?" Pacifica asked all of a sudden and Dipper yelped, caught completely off-guard. "Dipper?"
"What? Me?" He tittered. "Yes! I'm fine now. I guess it was the uh… the heat! Yeah, the heat." He fanned himself with his hand. "Washing my face with cool water earlier really helped."
"Good to know." Pacifica fixed her bathrobe out of habit, unaware that she had just ruined Dipper's view. "Tell me about this Journal of yours while we wait."
The boy perked up almost immediately, and began talking excitedly about his favorite topic. Pacifica smiled and relaxed. She wasn't really interested; she just wanted to make the wait easier for him, since he had helped her with her hair. The heiress began playing with the cord tying up her bathrobe. She moved it like a fan, she swayed it left and right, and then it accidentally untied. Her bathrobe fell open and rendered her completely naked. Dipper's voice got caught in his throat, and Pacifica hurriedly closed her legs and pulled her bathrobe back together, all at the same time. The heiress glanced up at Dipper in hopes that maybe he hadn't seen her completely exposed, but Dipper's face gave him away. His cheeks, his forehead, even his ears, they were all flushed crimson red. His eyes were bulging out and looking at everything in the bathroom except at Pacifica, and his forehead was beginning to sweat buckets.
"Wait a second…" Pacifica recognized the expression. "I saw that face before!"
"W-what?" Dipper stammered.
"Earlier in my bedroom, you thought I had called you to do something... dirty?" Pacifica narrowed her eyes and flushed red.
"I uh…" Dipper tittered and scratched the back of his head. "Well…"
"I knew it!" Pacifica burst into giggles. "You're so obvious, Dork!"
"Oh, c'mon!" Dipper protested. "What do you want me to think if you kneel in front of me and open my legs?"
"That I want to reach something under the bed and your legs are in the way?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.
"Well, yes… but not after you whispered that I had to come alone to your room because you had a gift for me!"
"Mabel said you liked to have your surprises whispered into your ear and given in private. I thought it was weird but…" Pacifica's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh. You think Mabel just played us?"
"She has totally played us." Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Your sister is some kind of mastermind. I'm even worried." Pacifica said very seriously, and then she smiled teasingly. "So, earlier when I reached under the bed, you thought I was going to…"
"Yeah, I almost fainted." Dipper admitted, his cheeks still crimson red.
Pacifica burst into laughter. She laughed so loudly she had to slap her thighs. Dipper rolled his eyes and opened the cool water tap.
"The three minutes are up. Chill out." He smiled when Pacifica stopped laughing to inhale sharply at the cold water washing her hair.
Dipper finished with her hair and handled her a towel. Pacifica stood up and began drying up her hair
"You better leave and get the console ready." Pacifica pointed at the door. "I don't want you fainting while I'm getting dressed here."
"Ohh, I'm going to beat you in the video console for that." Dipper chuckled and left the bathroom.
After closing the door behind himself, he sighed in complete relief. Pacifica had taken the misinterpretation and the accident rather lightly, and he was relieved because of it. It seemed there won't be a single day without a mess up.
Dipper grabbed the video console and plugged it to the TV. He then had a look at the videogames.
"Jeez, this one is terrible." The first game he had grabbed wasn't of his taste, and he tossed it onto the couch.
Pacifica came out of the bathroom, now fully dressed up in her daily outfit.
"How's my hair?" She walked towards him while tossing her hair, long full locks of blond color with a sheen of gold under the sunlight coming through the windows.
With her hair now covering her forehead again and her eyeshadow applied, her blue eyes neither stood out that much anymore nor they were intimidating. Dipper smiled at her appearance.
"Dipper?" She waved a hand in front of his face.
"Oh!" He shook his head and flushed. "Sorry. I was… thinking."
"I'll take that then as an 'It looks great, Pacifica'." Pacifica giggled. She looked at the video console. "Is it ready? Can we play now?"
"Yeah. Which game do you want to play?"
"Um…" Pacifica didn't have any prior experience with videogames, and she was at a complete loss of words. She grabbed the first game at hand, which was the one Dipper had tossed onto the couch earlier. "How about this one? Racing Cars 2012…" Pacifica frowned. "Huh. How does a game with a name so awful get so many awards?"
"That," Dipper chuckled." nobody knows. In fact, that game is pretty much the same every year."
"Okay. What about this one?" She grabbed another game at random, but she regretted it quickly. "Ugh, Tennis Simulator? No, thank you very much. I have enough tennis in my life already." She tossed the game next to the car racing one.
"How about I pick the game?" Dipper rummaged in the bag. "Here. Call of Battlefield: Modern Shooting 3." He read the cover.
"Is that one good?" Pacifica grabbed it to read the reverse.
"Eh. More or less." Dipper shrugged. "They release a new one every year, but it's exactly the same. If you have played one, you have played them all."
"I haven't played any." Pacifica smiled apologetically.
"You have a video console and all these games, but you haven't played any?" Dipper raised an eyebrow.
"I bought the video console this week." She explained.
"Ohhh!" Dipper grinned from ear to ear. "That changes everything. You get comfortable on that couch, because we have a very long afternoon of playing ahead of us."
They sat on the couch and each of them grabbed a controller. Pacifica quickly memorized where each key was while Dipper started the game.
"Alright, let's begin with a one on one." Dipper set the match and then pointed at Pacifica's controller. "These two are for moving and aiming, this one is for jumping, and this one is for shooting."
Pacifica nodded and gave it a test run. Everything seemed to work. The match went a little slowly. Dipper, used to the controls and the map, managed to kill Pacifica three times in a row. The heiress then got upset and her competitive vein kicked in. She leaned forwards, closer to the screen. She paid special attention to the minimap until she memorized it, and then it was a matter of watching Dipper's side of the screen. The heiress soon picked up and the match ended up in 16-9 in her favor.
"Yes! I won!" She yelled jubilantly and unnecessarily patted Dipper's thigh so that he looked at the screen.
"Not bad." He smiled. "Was this really your first time playing this?"
"Yeah. It was easy, though. Simple eye-hand coordination." She shrugged, suddenly glad her tennis experience had turned out to become somehow handy. "Does this have like cooperative missions or something like that?" She asked eagerly.
"Sure. Let's play the first one." Dipper set the mission up and read the objectives. "We have to… let's see… hold our position in that building and destroy a tank when it comes down the street."
And it went all downhill from there.
Pacifica's competitive vein demanded her to achieve the highest score, which made her leave Dipper behind many times and therefore ruined the team play. But, worst of all, they lost the match in the last second.
"Really!?" Pacifica burst out. "You had to lose the rocket launcher in the last second?"
"Hey, I had to pull out my rifle." Dipper protested. "I was getting shot at from everywhere. I thought you were covering me."
"I WAS covering you."
Dipper had a brief look at the game report and sighed.
"You have 26 kills, but they are all headshots." He stated.
"Well, duh. They give the biggest score." Pacifica said matter-of-factly.
"And they also take time more time." Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose. "Pacifica, in the time it took you to get those headshots, you could have killed twice as many enemies with bodyshots and I wouldn't have been so suppressed."
"So it's my fault?" Pacifica raised her eyebrows in feigned surprise. "Check the score. Who's at the top? Me. I did better in the match. It's not my fault you're terrible at videogames."
"Teamplay is not about getting the higher score." He murmured.
Dipper had stopped having fun some time ago. Pacifica was way too competitive, and way too good at that game to even reason with her. Dipper tapped his chin thoughtfully as he thought of a way of giving her a little taste of her own medicine. An idea popped into his head, and he smiled.
"Wanna try a different game?" He suggested. "This one doesn't look entertaining anymore."
"Fine." She grumbled.
The boy rummaged in the duffel bag and picked up a fighting game. He ran the video console with the game and set a one versus one after explaining her the controls.
The match went quicker this time. Dipper player effortlessly, only to show her the basics, and let Pacifica win. After that, they started a cooperative game, and it was Pacifica's turn to be clumsy at the game. It didn't matter how good her eye-hand coordination was, because this game wasn't about that. This game was about experience, about knowing combos and about knowing characters, something that Dipper had a lot of. Dipper however didn't mock her or pushed her to do better. He simply smirked whenever he stole Pacifica's score. At the end of the match, Pacifica had run out of extra lives and Dipper alone had finished the level with a score of 540-10 in his favor.
"Fine." Pacifica had her arms crossed and she was upset. "You can mock me now. I deserve it for being a total jerk earlier."
"I'm not going to mock you." Dipper smiled and left the controller on the table.
"What?" Pacifica was astonished.
"I'm not mad at you." He nudged her knee with his. "These things happen, especially if it's the first time you're playing those games."
"Then…" She gave him a hopeful look. "…you forgive me for being so harsh earlier?"
"Of course I do." He gave her a warm smile and pecked her on the cheek to prove it.
The heiress flustered terribly. Dipper had just broken his earlier in the day decision of not giving her any more kisses, but she was definitely not complaining about it. She ran a hand through her hair to dissimulate her flustering and looked at the games bag.
"So… you are there any games that are fun but not competitive so that I don't bicker with you?" She asked doubtfully. Competing was most of the fun for her.
"Let me see." Dipper rummaged in the duffel bag. He discarded sports, shooters, races and fighting games, and that left him with only one. "This one is about solving puzzles by opening portals in walls, floors and ceilings. It's pretty good, and it comes with a cooperative."
"Sounds good." She gave him a small smile. At this point, she would play anything with him just to compensate being harsh earlier.
The game was a success, and they played it for hours. At first, they struggled a little to get coordinated, but soon they became a great team and grew so confident they felt like joking about the game.
"This game is fun; I'll give you that, but it's so ridiculous!" Pacifica giggled. "We're robots that talk only gibberish, and we're chasing a crew with guns that open portals on walls! It makes no sense at all!"
"I guess you don't want us to keep going?" Dipper smirked and stopped his character.
The game didn't allow Pacifica to continue to the next room without Dipper's character standing by the door, and the heiress gave him a small playful frown.
"Shut up and follow me, Dork." She displayed her competitive smirk again. "I think I know how to solve this puzzle."
Once they finished the game, they left their controllers on the table and sat back to sigh happily at the fulfilling experience. Pacifica then snuggled a little closer, and nudged him playfully. It was a hint, and she expected Dipper to catch it, but he was completely oblivious at it. After another nudge answered with a confused look, Pacifica groaned softly and gave up.
Dipper scratched his cheek. He wasn't sure of what had just happened. He however had something in mind he had wanted to do for a while. The boy feigned a yawn, stretched himself, and rested his arm on top of the back of the couch, behind Pacifica, only to drop it over her shoulders.
"Seriously?" Pacifica looked at his arm in amusement and commented sarcastically. "You're very subtle."
"Sorry." Dipper retrieved his arm quickly and flushed in embarrassment.
"No, you Dork." Pacifica grabbed his arm and placed it back over her shoulders. "That's what I wanted earlier."
Dipper realized, and also decided, that very moment that he would never understand women. That said, he squeezed her little and Pacifica snuggled closer to rejoice in his body heat. Dipper moved his hand to her belly, it was still his favorite part and he wanted to touch it, but he stopped in the last second and hesitated. Pacifica rolled her eyes, grabbed his hand and placed it on her belly. Dipper smiled then, and caressed it very lightly. Even though her belly wasn't bare now, she was wearing her short purple dress, it was still too ticklish and the heiress giggled. She moved closer and nuzzled her nose on Dipper's cheek. She felt special, and her heart fluttered. She wanted him to make a move.
There was a knock on the door. Immediately afterwards, Mabel burst into the bedroom. She was partially covered in bird plumage.
"Oh my gosh, Pacifica!" She yelled. "There is something wrong with the peacocks!"
Dipper and Pacifica quickly broke apart, Dipper way more flushed red than the heiress.
'At least Mabel knocked on the door this time. Even if she didn't wait for a response to come in.' She gave a groan at her train of thought.
"What happened now?" Pacifica asked tiredly.
"So, I was searching for the Northwest's hidden treasure in the garden…"
Dipper gave a look at Pacifica and she shrugged in confusion. There was no such treasure, or at least she had never heard of it.
"…and I found a peacock! We became best friends, and he must've told the others, because they all began following me everywhere. I eventually ended up surrounded and I had to fight my way out with my teeth and nails and—"
"Have you hurt the peacocks?" Pacifica narrowed her eyes and turned serious.
"Nah." Mabel waved her hand dismissively. "I made up the last part to add some action to the story. They did follow me around though. Like Norman!" Mabel then gasped. "You think the peacocks could be disguised gnomes? In any case, it's an excuse as good as any other to come and see what you lovebirds are doing." She giggled.
"Hmm… That's weird." Pacifica tapped her chin thoughtfully for a while. "Oh! I know why they did that. Poor birds are hungry. The servants aren't here to feed them after all."
"We always get interrupted one way or the other, huh?" Dipper chuckled. "Alright, let's go feed them before they decide to storm the kitchen. I didn't count them, but I'm sure there are more than twenty peacocks out there."
"Thirty five." Pacifica corrected.
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The three preteens walked through the garden to the peacock's pens. Dipper had a big sack of kibble he had offered to carry for Pacifica. Every peacock that saw them began to follow them, quickly forming a small bird procession behind them.
"Good thing your family has peacocks instead of ostriches. I wouldn't want to be followed by those." Dipper joked.
"Yeah, good luck running away from one of those. Did you know they are 9 feet tall and can run at 40 miles per hour?" Pacifica explained.
"Attention passengers, we are going through some nerd turbulence. Please cover your ears for the next ten minutes." Mabel joked.
"How do you know so much about ostriches?" Dipper asked, ignoring his sister.
"My father wanted to have some of those too, but it seems they are a little too aggressive. They wouldn't get along with the peacocks."
They reached the pens. Peacocks began to swarm from everywhere, surrounding Dipper since he was the one with the sack.
"Um… Pacifica? I don't like the way they are looking at me." Dipper said, uneasy by all the birds looking at him hungrily. "They're not carnivorous, are they?"
Pacifica chuckled and approached the boy. The peacocks, fearful of being stepped on, moved aside. The heiress took two handfuls of the kibble and threw them away. The birds as ran towards the food as if they were on fire and it was water.
"They sure were hungry, which reminds me of this." Pacifica took another handful and whistled with her free hand. "Peepy! Come here!" She yelled at the peacock's pen.
A small white chicken ran out of the pen and towards Pacifica. The heiress squatted, taking the chicken in her arms.
"There you go! Who has been a good chicken, huh?" She said, allowing it to peck the kibble from her hand while petting it with the other one. The chicken happily rubbed its head on the heiress, who giggled in delight.
Mabel and Dipper shared an astonished look. They definitely did not expect Pacifica to be so caring with a barnyard animal.
"Um… Pacifica? Who is that?" Mabel asked, curious.
"This is Peepy. I got her at your uncle's Mystery Fair. I couldn't just get rid of her so I hid Peepy in the peacock's pen. My parents don't know of her and probably wouldn't allow me to keep the chicken, so I trained her to stay hidden in the pen." She explained.
"Of course! "The memory had suddenly come back to Mabel's head." That day at the fair! After you didn't win Waddles, you went home with a chicken pecking your head!"
"What do you mean 'after I didn't win Waddles'? I never played for Waddles." Pacifica was confused.
"It's a long story. You see…" Dipper explained the events of that day, trying to avoid some embarrassing scenes which Mabel added nonetheless.
"You really expect me to believe you travelled in time?" Pacifica said, skeptical.
"Twice!" Mabel chirped. "It's true! When I helped Dipper, you won Waddles and took him with you."
Pacifica thought about it. It was true that she had mocked Mabel that day at the fair solely for the purpose of making the brunette refuse to play for the pig so that she could try and win it later, but the fact that the twins had managed to time travel was too much.
"Dippingsauce was unwilling to believe that he was fated to have a bad day at the fair, but in the end I had to prove him wrong with all the time travelling." Mabel said proudly.
"It wasn't like that." Dipper argued. However, deep within his conspiracy seeking trained mind, he began to tie loose ends. That day at the fair he had tried to mess with fate. If he would have been successful, Pacifica wouldn't have Peepy now. 'Maybe all the fate stuff is true after all, and she and I are linked somehow.' Dipper thought.
"I don't know what to think about that. All I know is that I'm happy I ended up with Peepy instead of Waddles." The heiress shrugged.
"Yeah, where would you hide a pig in here?" Dipper agreed.
"Probably in the kitchen." Pacifica joked.
"You wouldn't!" Mabel gasped in horror.
"Of course not. It was a joke." She laughed.
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Pacifica and the twins were watching TV in her bedroom's couch.
"Are you tired of placing your lunchbox in the refrigerator, only to find out the refrigerator ate you food?" The salesman spoke as a woman pulled an empty lunch box out of the refrigerator. "The solution for you is the fridge locker! This device is the pinnacle of human ingenuity, making it the food security system of the future. You have expired bread? Put it in your fridge locker, make it better bread!" The man on the commercial showed a white cage-like box. "Are you tired of your children always stealing from your fridge? Throw your food into this portable Fort Knox. They won't get it! It's well ventilated so that you can keep your pets inside of it. This piece of advance technology was designed in subterranean laboratories by reptilian humanoids."
"What the heck are we watching?" Pacifica complained. They had been switching channels for a while without finding anything of interest.
"TV is surely terrible these days. Even commercials have turned bad." Dipper agreed.
"I'm bored." The heiress complained.
Mabel stared blankly at the TV screen until she had an idea.
"Oh! That door back there goes to your closet, right?" She asked eagerly. Pacifica nodded, not knowing what to expect from the chirpy preteen. "Let's do a fashion show! You will be the judge, Dipper, and we will be the models!" She cheered.
Dipper perked up at being addressed. He had been zoning out so he had no idea what his sister had said.
"Yeah, sure." He shrugged, deciding it best to agree.
"Let's go, Paz!" She tugged at Pacifica's sleeve, dragging her inside of the closet room.
Pacifica was not very fond of lending her designer clothes to Mabel, but she had given her a sweater a few days ago, so the heiress was not about to deny her this. They had more or less the same height, Mabel perhaps being a millimeter taller than Pacifica, so she didn't have to worry about her clothes giving in.
"Whoa, you have lots of clothes." Mabel gaped at the sight of the rows of hanging dresses, shirts, sweaters and other clothes.
"Yeah. Pick whichever you like."
The heiress grabbed a beautiful lake foam green dress for herself. She positioned herself where she could hide the box with Dipper's picture in it so to avoid Mabel from finding it. Mabel had a look at the amounts of clothes and she finally decided to try a turquoise dress. She began to undress herself with her back at the heiress. Pacifica thought this could be somewhat awkward, but she guessed there was no problem as they were not going to change their underwear anyways. She began to undress herself too, more easily than Mabel since she was wearing only her purple dress instead of the sweater-skirt combination of the chirpy preteen. However, when she glanced at Mabel, there was something odd on her bare back.
"Wait, Mabel?" Pacifica called her. She was about to ask her why she wasn't wearing a bra but, as the brunette turned, Pacifica had her answer already. She didn't need a bra yet. The heiress averted her sight from the brunette's naked chest a little embarrassed.
"What?" Mabel asked, looking at Pacifica.
"Nevermind." Pacifica muttered. She guessed not everyone hit puberty at the same time. She slid herself inside of the red dress and adjusted her chest in it.
"Um... I don't think this one fits me properly" Mabel said, her turquoise dress on.
"Why?"
"It's... a little loose here." She cupped the chest of the dress.
Pacifica approached to see what Mabel was talking about. The dress, made to the milliliter to Pacifica's size, was loose on Mabel's chest. Mabel compared her dress to Pacifica's and felt a little bashful about her lack of breast development.
"This was a bad idea." She muttered, beginning to take off the dress.
"Wait." The heiress stopped her. "I have an idea." She reached into one of her winter clothes' drawers and gave Mabel a padded bra. "Put this on."
Mabel took the article of clothing and eyed Pacifica curiously.
"Does this mean...?" She poked Pacifica's breast through the dress.
"Hey!" Pacifica jumped back, startled and blushing at Mabel's action. "What are you doing!?"
"Sorry, I wanted to know if that was also stuffed." Mabel giggled.
"Of course not! This is all mine!" Pacifica said proudly. "Now put that on and let's make your brother's jaw hit the floor."
Mabel, cheered again, put on the article of clothing correcting her lack of breasts and the dress fitted her properly.
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Dipper had been sat on the couch for a quarter of hour. He guessed that was what it felt like to go shopping with a girl, only that like this he didn't have to carry any bags. That however didn't spare him of all the boring waiting in the couch for them to finish putting on their dresses.
He finally heard the door opening. Mabel was the first to come out. She was wearing a turquoise dress with blue high heels.
"Hey Dipper, look! Check out who hit puberty! I am five inches and one milliliter taller than you now!" She giggled as she clumsily walked her way towards his brother in the high heels.
"What the…?" Dipper couldn't help but stare at his sister's now clearly bigger chest. "How did that happen?"
"Oh, this? Pacifica gave me a fake bra." She explained. Dipper raised an eyebrow, making an unspoken question to his sister. "Huh? No, bro-bro. Pacifica isn't wearing a fake bra at all; I already checked that." She giggled and made Dipper blush.
The brunette walked up to Dipper then spun on her heels and walked back to the closet door, stumbling on the way due to her inexperience with high heels.
"What do you think?" She asked.
"Wait, he has to see me first." Pacifica said from the doorframe.
Dipper gaped at the sight of the heiress. She was wearing a shining green dress ending in a gown that reached her knees. It had a rim made of white cloth flowers at the bottom of the gown. Pacifica did like Mabel had just done, walking up to Dipper, spinning and walking back next to the closet door.
However, there was a clear difference: Pacifica knew how to walk with high heels, making her look elegant, where Mabel had almost tripped and hit her face with the wall.
"So... Who won?" Mabel asked eagerly.
Dipper opened his mouth to speak but he was at a crossroads. He couldn't just say Pacifica had won since he didn't want to hurt his sister's feelings, but he couldn't just say that Mabel had won either, since Pacifica had clearly impressed him more being his girlfriend. He kept his mouth open for a little longer and then closed it.
"See? I told you he'd do that!" Mabel commented, and both girls began to laugh at Dipper's reaction, making him blush in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, Dipper. We are not going to be mad at you." Pacifica reassured.
Dipper let out a deep sigh and decided to talk.
"I'd say... Pacifica won this. However," He quickly added. "No one wears a sweater like you do, sis. Not even Pacifica."
Both girls beamed at the compliment.
"You are right, bro-bro! I need one of my sweaters!"
Mabel lowered her dress and removed the bra nonchalantly while walking back into the closet, earning a flush from Pacifica at her bluntness, and a shook of Dipper's head. He hated when Mabel didn't take in consideration people's privacy, even if it was her own, and therefore he disliked when she just got naked in their shared bedroom when he was right there.
"Well, tell me now that Mabel isn't here to affect your decision." Pacifica smiled and beckoned him to stand up.
Dipper walked up to her, and quickly found out something he didn't like at all.
"It's not bad, but I see a big flaw."
Dipper squatted and raised the skirt just enough to access her feet. Pacifica flustered terribly, misinterpreting his intentions, but calmed when she realized Dipper was just removing her high heels. The boy then stood up and smiled when he realized they were now at the same height.
"Now you're perfect." He rested his hands on her hips and smiled.
"Oh my gosh…" Pacifica's eyes bulged out at her sudden idea and rested her hands on his shoulders. "Dipper, do you know how to dance? I really want to dance now that I'm wearing a dress perfect for it."
"Well…" Dipper paled at the proposition. "I can dance… but just a little. I'm not on the mood for doing it now, though." He added.
"C'mon." She gave him a pout.
"Really, you don't want to see me dancing." He reassured. "It's not pretty."
"Mmmmm fine!" Pacifica groaned. "I'll spare you today, but tomorrow we're dancing yes or yes."
"Okay." Dipper agreed reluctantly. "I can live with that."
"Am I interrupting something?" Mabel asked from the doorframe. Dipper and Pacifica were, after all, standing in a dancing position.
"Actually, for the first time… No, you aren't." Pacifica frowned.
"Good, because I'm starving." Mabel rubbed her belly, and it grumbled in response.
"The dinner staff should be about to drop by." Pacifica checked the clock on her nightstand.
"Ugh, I'm not eating anything from those guys again." Dipper protested.
"Why don't we order something to eat?" Mabel suggested.
"Like what?"
Dipper and Mabel shared a look, and Pacifica rolled her eyes. They were talking again in that twin language she didn't understand nor feel part of, so it upset her.
"Pizza. Two big pizzas for three!" Mabel chirped.
"Pizza? Isn't that the kind of food they give kids when they lose at something?" Pacifica asked genuinely.
Mabel gasped.
"Don't you dare insulting the Comfort Pizza!" She warned the heiress very seriously.
"Don't tell me you never had pizza before." Dipper raised an eyebrow and Pacifica shook her head. "More the reason to order it. We'll ask for a simple one just in case. Two prosciuttos without any extra toppings."
"I'll call them!" Mabel chirped and left the couple alone.
"Is there something I should know about this food?" Pacifica asked with a mixture of doubt and curiosity.
"All you need to know is that Mabel will add topping after topping to her slices, so don't let her touch yours if you want to keep this waistline." He pinched her belly and Pacifica giggled.
"Don't worry, Dork. My body distributes the fats to all the right places." She commented smugly.
"Oh, I've noticed that." Dipper's eyes went reflexively to her chest and then back up to her face.
Half an hour later they were all sat in the table devouring the two pizzas. Mabel had brought a few condiments from the kitchen and she was adding more toppings to her slices. Dipper, by contrast, was satisfied with the toppings the pizza had come with. Pacifica, back in her usual outfit, was staring doubtfully at her prosciutto slice, which was dripping cheese from both sides. She hesitantly gave it a nibble. Her eyes widened, the mixture of different condiments making her taste buds explode.
"Oh my gosh… This is as if someone had thrown random food on bread and cooked it, and it had gone right!" She was astounded by the new flavor and finished her slice in two more eager bites.
"You haven't seen anything, sister." Mabel smirked. "Try to do this."
Mabel rolled up her slice into a cylinder and bit it on one end, which cause most of the toppings to pour out the other end and splash on her dish. Dipper and Pacifica snickered, but Mabel didn't seem to notice what had happened, too busy chewing up what she had managed to bite off. Pacifica gave it a try nevertheless, and rolled up her slice. She liked it; she considered it a faster way of eating the slice, but she disliked the mess it made on her hands. The heiress grabbed a napkin and cleaned her hands.
When they were done with the meal, they leaned back on their chairs and sighed happily. Mabel patted her belly happily; she was full, Dipper drank some water to ease the food down and Pacifica wiped her mouth clean with another napkin.
The heiress waited for Dipper to lower his hands under the table to sneakily grab it and squeeze it. She liked the little goosebumps on her forearm whenever they did that secretly in front of Mabel. Dipper, however, was happily drumming his fingers on the table. Pacifica smirked, raised her foot under the table and stroke Dipper's leg up. The boy gasped and accidentally hit the underside of the table with his knee.
"What was that?" Mabel was suddenly snapped out of her slumber.
"I—uh…" Dipper was caught off-guard.
"I thumped my fist on the table." Pacifica repeated the motion to cover him. "I'm bored."
"Bored, huh?" Mabel tapped her chin. "Are you up to a card game?"
"Well, if you want to lose…" Pacifica smirked.
"Heh. If you're so sure," Mabel smirked. "How about we make it interesting?"
"You mean with money?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow. "Did you forget I'm rich?"
"No, I didn't." Mabel increased her smile into a grin. "I was thinking of… strip poker."
"I'm out." Dipper immediately said.
"Aw, c'mon!" Mabel whined. "Don't leave! Pacifica is staying, right?" She asked and the heiress nodded.
"I'm awful at card games, and I don't feel like losing and going naked to bed." Dipper shook his head.
"Well, the limit is in the underwear of course; I'm not going to bed naked either." Mabel rolled her eyes. "But we can't play if we're just two. Will you stay, please?" She pouted.
"Yeah, Dipper." Pacifica shrugged. "What's the worst thing that could happen?"
"Fine." Dipper sighed. "But just one game."
"You two are so going down." Pacifica grinned. "The butlers taught me how to play poker."
A few rounds later, things were making the game embarrassing for some, and funny for others. Mabel and Pacifica were even, having discarded their shoes, Pacifica's leggings and Mabel's headband. They still had a total of two articles of clothing left. Dipper, by contrast, he had started very well, but he had just lost four rounds in a row and he was down to his shorts. Mabel and Pacifica had shared giggles every round he lost in a row.
"This is the worst thing that could happen." Dipper muttered and stared at his cards. All he had was a pair of twos.
They all revealed their cards. Pacifica had three of a kind, and Mabel had two pairs.
"I lost." Dipper sighed and stood up. He hadn't even wanted to play card games, let alone one as humiliating as strip poker. "This wasn't game wasn't fun at all. I'm going to sleep." He refused to take his shorts off and left.
Pacifica's eyes widened. She hadn't wanted him to leave; she had been expecting to have a night of fun and games with Dipper, not to upset him in the first game. The heiress resentfully turned to Mabel and glared at her.
"You lost too. Take off the sweater." She attempted to humiliate the preteen.
"Alright." Mabel shrugged and took off the sweater, only to reveal she had another one below.
"Hey." Pacifica counted three articles of clothing between the two sweaters and the t-shirt Mabel wore under them. "You wore two sweaters all the time? That's cheating!"
"No, it's not!" Mabel giggled. "We didn't count each other's clothes at the start, so it's allowed!"
Pacifica stared blankly at the cheerful brunette for a few seconds and then sighed.
"I don't feel like playing anymore, and I didn't like this game either. I'm going to sleep." She stood up and left.
"Oh." Mabel was left alone in the table. "Maybe I overdid it a little… I guess I'll have to compensate them tomorrow somehow."
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Pacifica put on her sleepwear and slumped onto her bed. Her hopes for having a sleepover with Dipper had been ruined since now the boy was upset. She thought of blaming it on Mabel the next morning, but whose blame had it been was unimportant at the moment.
The heiress pondered about her wish. She had no idea how much longer it would last. With or without the wish's power, her parents would eventually be done with their overseas business and they would come back. Every hour she spent away from Dipper was an hour wasted in what she considered her only chance of having a romance with the boy she had a crush on.
The heiress decided to risk it. Dipper would be upset, now but she knew a way of cheering him up. After all, she had found his weakness that very afternoon.
Pacifica got into her closet to grab a different sleepwear. She put it on, made sure her appearance was perfect in the mirror, and then left to Dipper's room. She knocked on the door and, after there wasn't any response, she poked her head inside.
"Dipper? Are you asleep?"
"Yes." Dipper grumbled. He was lying on his side with his back at the door.
"I guess you can't tell me not to come in then." She smiled.
The heiress got in the bed. She raised the sheets and took a peek at Dipper's body. He hadn't bothered to put his t-shirt back on for sleeping, and he was in his shorts. Pacifica scooted closer and threw one arm over Dipper, hugging his bare back.
Dipper's eyes then shot open when he felt the naked skin against skin contact on his back. He rolled over and stared at Pacifica's face for a second before raising the covers and having a look. The heiress was wearing a midriff-baring grey tank top and grey sweatpants as pajamas. He had felt her belly pressed against his back.
"And you wonder why you get cold at night?" He asked amusedly.
"It's a mystery, I tell you!" She snickered. "Good thing you like solving those. Wanna help me with it?" She ran a finger along Dipper's chest.
"Oh." Dipper caught on. "O-okay. Um… roll over?"
Pacifica rolled onto her other side and wondered what Dipper wasn't going to do. She felt his arm over her side wrapping around her exposed belly and pulling her into a hug. Pacifica tensed up reflexively at the sudden physical contact, but she soon relaxed at Dipper's warm hands on her belly. She smiled and nestled her back against her chest in an attempt to get a little more comfortable.
"Your feet!" Dipper yelped and pulled his own feet back. "They're like ice cubes again! Where's your electric blanket?"
"In my room, but I'm not going to get it now." Pacifica turned her head and gave him a small smile. "Can you do that thing you did the last time?"
Dipper nodded and placed his feet on top of hers, warming them up. He was completely fascinated by the experience. Her body was warm and very soft. Pacifica's blonde mane was long enough to act as a fur coat in between them, but that didn't displease him. Quite the opposite. Dipper buried his face into her long blonde mane and inhaled deeply, rejoicing in the lilacs scent of her hair. He felt the need to give her an appreciative squeeze, which Pacifica replied with a caress on his forearms to show her affection.
Pacifica felt in a state of relaxation and comfort she had never imagined to achieve. Over the years, she had developed a small fear of going to sleep, being completely alone in a bedroom as big as hers. She often imagined monsters climbing in through her window or coming out of her closet. Now that she was a few years older she no longer imagined that, but the feeling never left completely. However, having Dipper pressed against her back and hugging her granted the heiress certain feeling of security. She felt as if Dipper would never let go of her for anything in the world; she felt safe, and she knew she was going to sleep like a log.
Or so she thought.
While Dipper's mind was mostly content at the physical contact, part of it reacted as expected. He found Pacifica attractive after all, and having her so close had a secondary effect on the boy.
The heiress felt something pocking her back, a little above her rear. She wondered what it was, and what Dipper could have in his pockets that were so hard. This hardness then moved lightly, like a small twitch, and realization dawned on Pacifica. Her eyes shot open and she tried to wiggle herself out of the hug, attempting to put some distance in between them.
"What's wrong?" Dipper moaned drowsily.
"Your Big Dipper is… touching me…" Pacifica mumbled awkwardly.
"My what?"
Dipper raised a hand to the birthmark on his forehead and wondered what it had to do with anything, and how it was touching Pacifica. After a couple seconds he realized she wasn't referring to that Big Dipper.
"Oh my gosh!" Dipper squeaked and parted the hug in a flash. "I-I'm sorry! It was accident! I-I—"
"It's like…" Pacifica rolled over and looked at him with curious eyes. "…a natural compliment?"
"Uh… I guess… it's something like that." Dipper hurriedly moved his hands under the covers to tuck his erection under his waistband to dissimulate it, and then rolled onto his back and covered his face with his hands in pure embarrassment.
Pacifica seized this opportunity to peek into the covers without Dipper noticing. She flushed terribly at the sight of the tent in his shorts and dropped the covers back in place. She hesitated for a few seconds, fiddling with her thumbs, and then she decided to do a bold move. The heiress drew her hand under the covers and gave the tent gentle pat.
"Don't do that!" Dipper yelped and pushed her hand aside.
"Wow…" Pacifica ignored Dipper's reaction and stared at her own hand. "It's hard. Like, very, very hard." She grinned teasingly. "I didn't know you liked hugging me so much."
"I don't want to talk about this." Dipper grumbled.
"How does it work?" Pacifica asked excitedly at the new discovery. "Do you have to touch me, or do I have to touch you, or is it both?"
Pacifica pushed the covers and began pressing and pinching random spots on Dipper's naked chest while staring at the tent in his shorts. Dipper protested at first, but then he giggled when Pacifica found his ticklish area.
"Stop that!" He grabbed her hands.
Dipper raised the covers back in place to protect his naked chest from further tickling. Pacifica however was still curious and she wasn't done with the topic yet. Dipper sighed and rested his hands on his chest, drumming his fingers on it as he thought the situation could only be more awkward if Pacifica stopped staring at his evident arousal and took a picture of it instead.
"Isn't it uncomfortable to walk with that between the legs?" Pacifica asked innocently.
"It's not always like that." Dipper scratched his cheek and wondered for how long they would talk about it. "Can we please change topics?"
Pacifica ignored his question and pushed the bed sheets again down to his lower belly.
"You know… I've never seen one before." She commented casually as she drummed her fingers on the waistband of his shorts.
Dipper's eyes bulged out.
"And you're not seeing one tonight." He pushed her hand away and pulled the bed sheets back up to his neck.
"Aw, c'mon!" Pacifica protested. "Why? You have another birthmark down there or something?"
"I have only one birthmark and it's on the forehead." Dipper attempted to end the conversation.
"How about just a quick peek?" She gave him the best of her smiles.
"Nuh-huh."
"C'moooon," She whined. "I'm curious!"
"If you're so curious, use the laptop in your room to find out." He countered plainly.
"My laptop has a parental lock." Pacifica added.
"Of course it does." Dipper sighed tiredly. "Look, my answer is no."
"Ugh, fine." Pacifica agreed reluctantly.
Dipper sighed in relief and looked at her. Pacifica was staring boringly at her fingernails as if nothing had just happened. He didn't know whether to take that as a good or a bad sign. Dipper had a question in the back of his mind he had been attempting to ask her for the whole day but he couldn't find the right moment to do so, and what had just happened only made it worse.
"It calmed." Pacifica commented.
"Huh?" Dipper realized he wasn't sporting an erection anymore. "Oh, well. That's a relief."
"Mhm."
"Pacifica…" He cleared his throat and decided to give it a try. "Where's our relationship as in… right now?"
"Um…" She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I don't know. I guess we're in the part where your sister interrupts us every time we try to go further."
"I was being serious."
"Me too." She giggled. "Where are you trying to get with this?"
"It's just that… I didn't imagine a romantic relationship like this." He rubbed his neck awkwardly. "You're very forward with all the physical stuff but we haven't even kissed yet."
"It didn't seem to me that you were having such a bad time earlier." Pacifica countered sharply.
"I'm not complaining." Dipper quickly clarified. "I just want to know why."
Pacifica softened her expression and sighed.
"Dipper, I'm a girl." She began and Dipper nodded, aware of that fact. "Like all girls, I want my first kiss to be something special but I also have other… needs?"
The boy gaped and flushed terribly.
"Not that." Pacifica flushed too. "As you've probably guessed, my parents weren't precisely the hugging type so, all of this," She ran her hand along Dipper's chest. "is completely new for me, and I like it. As your sister would say, everyone needs a hug now and then, but I need something more. Do you understand?" She grinned and Dipper nodded. "I'm delaying the kiss because I want it to be special, that's all."
"I understand you perfectly. C'mere." Dipper smiled and pulled her into a hug.
Pacifica pressed her hand on his chest so that he remained on his back and she rested her head on his shoulder. Dipper cuddled her with an arm over his shoulder and began petting her hair idly.
"Can I ask you something now?" She asked.
"Sure."
"Why do you like my belly so much?" She parted the hug just enough and stared at her own body. "I mean, I have other parts that are more…" She cleared her throat and blushed. "…developed."
"Isn't it obvious? It's because of this." Dipper smiled warmly and ran a furtive finger along her belly.
Pacifica gave a jerk of surprise and burst into giggles at the stimulation of her overly ticklish belly.
"I like it when you laugh." Dipper explained.
"And you aren't ticklish on the belly?" Pacifica began tracing lazy circles around his navel.
Dipper shuddered lightly at the pleasant goosebumps that followed her touch. He bit his lower lip and grabbed Pacifica's hand to stop her.
"What's wrong?" She asked in confusion. Pacifica then saw how a bulge appeared in the bed sheets at the height of Dipper's groin. "Ohhhh! So that's how it works!"
Dipper moaned in discomfort.
"Can you make it even bigger?" Pacifica asked curiously.
"I'm definitely not going through this conversation again." Dipper rolled onto his side with his back at Pacifica.
"C'mon, it was a joke." She poked him on the back. "Roll over! I promise I won't mention it again."
"Yeah, yeah. Not falling for it." Dipper replied in a singing voice. "You've just lost your hugging privileges for tonight."
"That won't work you again. I'm a Northwest and I always get what I want."
Pacifica snuggled closer and threw one arm around Dipper's belly, pulling him into a hug and landing a peck on his back.
"You can't accidentally poke me this way." She whispered and rubbed his belly with her hands. "Good night, Dork."
Dipper couldn't help but smile. He gave her hands a squeeze and sighed happily.
"Good night."
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A/N:
.smaerd rieht ni tisiv a evah lliw yehT
This is the last part of Act 1. Next chapter begins Act 2: Dipper the overthinker.
Guest reviews:
Dan Mew: Cool, the reviews are going international now. Good thing I'm fluent in Spanish and French too. Gracias y no te preocupes. A mi me hace mas gracia que otra cosa.
Rob Lowe: That's brave and I appreciate it.
Chris Walken: I'm not sure Pacifica would feel comfortable near a bell so big, but Mabel would definitely enjoy such a noisy gift.
FYI:
· First off, congratulations to DDnD618. He successfully guessed it would be the videogame console even though the item was mentioned only briefly in the last episode.
· I avoided mentioning any videogame name to spare myself increasing the disclaimer. I feel they're easy to guess. Most of them are popular videogames released before 2012.
· That TV commercial exists for real. It's called 'The real fridge locker' in YouTube and it's hilarious.
· As for Mabel/Pacifica, I like adding small gags about other pairings. There was a Pinecest gag back in chapter 11 of the story too.
· Pacifica's nightwear was inspired by Kim Possible's original mission outfit.
About sexual themes in this story:
Given how the majority of the readers are from the US where the age of consent 17-18, I feel the need to warn you about the sexual themes in this story.
First off, there's not going to be sex when they're young. They however are going to make out in the story. Kisses, hugs, caresses on the arm, squeezes on the thighs. That sort of stuff. They aren't going to undress more than necessary.
Now, this isn't illegal in your country because, after all, Dipper and Pacifica are fictional and have no human rights, but I know how some people get very triggered with this topic.
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