Pacifica's Last Wish

by lennoxmacduffes

Set two weeks after Not What He Seems. Dipper felt great disappointment when the Author locked himself in the basement. He decided to go monster hunting and find the answers himself. Pacifica is puzzled for her recent behaviour after the Northwest party and seeks answers in the Shack. [Plotline: Dipifica Romance] [Mostly K plus; Rated T for certain scenes][Trilogy based episodes]

23. Epilogue: Part 1

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.

Epilogue: Part 1.

Seeing how much people liked the 27k words boat trip chapter, I made this one a 22k words about the last weeks of their summer. Sadly, a longer chapter means it took me longer to post it.

Warning: Suggestive Sexual Themes.

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Important: I'm doing a complete rewrite/revision before uploading the last chapter.

The status for this chapter before the rewrite is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]

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[Chapter 1: The drawbacks of fame]

"…you are… something more."

Pacifica didn't understand what Dipper had just said, but she didn't care one bit. He could call her a potato as far as she was concerned at the moment. The only thing in her mind was hugging him. The heiress had never felt so sorrowful in her life until that morning and, the tighter she hugged him, the quicker the feeling of sorrow vanished. Pacifica had always had a wealthy life, but she felt as if she was happy for the first time now. She parted from the hug only a enough to look at him.

"Dipper… Oh, Dipper I-I can't believe it…"

The heiress raised her hand to touch his face as if she didn't believe her own eyes. Dipper was smiling broadly, just as surprised as her. Pacifica cupped his cheek in her hand, then traced her fingers upwards, touching his round nose, and finally lifted his bangs. Seeing his characteristic birthmark ensured her that this was indeed her boyfriend. Pacifica laughed weakly since she was exhausted from crying, but happily for the discovery and brought him again into a tight embrace. She hoped time stopped and that moment lasted forever, burying her face in his shoulder.

Pacifica heard something she didn't recognize all of a sudden. It was like a squeal, but in the distance and coming closer.

"Do you hear that?" She raised her head from his shoulder and had a look around, trying to find the origin of the sound.

"Oh, that?" He chuckled weakly, exhausted too from crying the last hour. "Brace for impact. That's a tactical Mabel."

"Ahhhh!" They heard clearly the scream now.

Mabel appeared out of nowhere and brought both of them into a bone crushing hug. She somehow managed to lift them both from the ground for a second and then dropped them, tightening the embrace even more.

"I knew it! I knew you'd be back!" Mabel yelled jubilantly and laughing hysterically. "Dipper was all 'I won't see her again blah blah' weeping all over the place but I knew it! I-knew-it! I-knew-it! I-knew-it!"

The now and again cheerful brunette began bouncing on the spot, forcing them to bounce too since she refused to part the embrace.

"Mabel, you have tears on your face too." Dipper said matter-of-factly, slightly embarrassed at his sister telling Pacifica how terrible he had been earlier.

"I know, but it's not the same! Unlike you, bro-bro, I kept my cool earlier. These are from happiness! Just like Pacifica's!" She smiled broadly, looking at the heiress.

"I'm not crying, I never cry." Pacifica quickly declined as her pride kicked in. She raised a hand to touch her cheek. "These um… these must be Dipper's." She lied nervously.

"On both cheeks? How is that possible?" Mabel asked playfully.

"Shut up." The heiress snapped.

Dipper smiled warmly and wiped Pacifica's cheeks clean with his thumb. Even though they were tears of happiness, he could not stand to see tears on her face.

"Are they just… going to stand there looking at us?" Dipper commented, feeling uneasy about her parents standing next to the limousine and looking at them.

Mabel noticed Pacifica's parents and ran to them.

"Hi! I'm Mabel!" She quickly offered her hand to Preston with a broad smile.

Preston shook her hand warily, unknowing what to expect.

"I own a pig!" Mabel suddenly said, causing Preston to look at his own hand with a frown and rub it on his suit to clean it slightly.

"We'll wait in the limousine, dear." He concluded, opening the door for Priscilla to get in and joining her afterwards.

Mabel then walked back to the couple. Dipper was snickering and Pacifica was glaring at her slightly.

"Did you do that on purpose?" The heiress asked in annoyance.

"What?" Mabel replied, completely oblivious. She had only wanted to greet her parents.

"I'm kinda glad she did. When you began hugging me your father threw me a few glares." Dipper commented, rubbing the back of his head uneasily.

"Did he?" She looked over her shoulder at the limousine, but the windows were tinted. "Well, he doesn't like you but… it seems his love for me is bigger than his dislike for you." The heiress smiled faintly.

"I'm sure I can deal with some glares." Dipper smiled broadly and cupped Pacifica's cheek to kiss her, but she stopped him.

"Wait… they mustn't know we have kissed." Pacifica frowned slightly.

"Why? They were just kisses without importance." Dipper tried to counter without realizing his mistake.

Mabel facepalmed and Pacifica glared at him.

"I-I mean…" He tittered. "…the kissing was great and all, but what's the problem with it? It's not like they know what we did in the bathtub."

"What did you do in the bathtub? Something dirty?" Mabel asked with a grin and raised both eyebrows in surprise and amusement.

Pacifica's face went from a glare to a scowl.

"I don't want to push our luck in front of my parents and… there is something else." She said uneasily, looking warily at Mabel.

"Um… Mabel, weren't you going to bring me some chocolate earlier?" Dipper tried to get rid of his sister discreetly in case he had another slip regarding what Pacifica and he did in their privacy.

"I was, but a group of ants ended up eating it from the floor." She laughed at herself.

Dipper sighed, seeing that she hadn't caught the hint. Pacifica rolled her eyes and tried the direct approach.

"Mabel, your brother and I need to talk." She said plainly.

"Uh-huh." Mabel nodded without moving from the spot.

"Alone." The heiress clarified.

"Oh! Right. I'll just… go make sure lunch is ready! You are staying for lunch, aren't you?" She asked looking at Pacifica.

The brunette expected a nod, since Pacifica had promised yesterday during the boat trip. Dipper expected a nod, since her parents had agreed, but Pacifica shook her head.

"I can't." She sighed.

"Oh… Well, tell me the censored version later, bro-bro."

Mabel gave them one more hug and left the couple alone in the yard.

"No, Grunkle Stan, you don't need to wallop anyone! They are good!" They heard her from inside the Shack.

Dipper looked expectantly at Pacifica. He feared the worse. Pacifica gave him a sad smile and led him to the couch in the porch. Once they sat, she took a deep breath to calm herself.

"I'm grounded." She mumbled.

"Say again?" Dipper asked.

"I'm grounded for ten days." She repeated louder.

Dipper gave a sigh of relief and slumped back on the couch, chuckling a little. Pacifica was completely dumbfounded at his reaction.

"I thought you were going to say something like you had to leave for the rest of the summer somewhere!" He sighed happily at the somewhat good news.

"But it's ten days, Dipper! We'll only have one week before you leave afterwards!" She counted with her fingers to prove her point.

"I don't care, Pacifica. An hour ago I thought I had lost you forever. Ten days sounds like a good price to me for seeing you again." He smiled broadly, since this deal was way better than what he had been offered earlier.

"Oh, they didn't ground me for this." She gestured themselves. "They grounded me for giving all the butlers a week off, for breaking those ceramic jars when we were making out, for buying lots of 'useless food' and also for leaving the garden unattended. It seems some of the flowers needed special care and they have spoiled in these last four days without butlers." The heiress listed with her hand until she ran out of fingers.

"I guess we messed up pretty bad at the manor." Dipper's eyes widened by the huge list.

"And I haven't told you about Mabel's room. It was as if the two nights she spent there she ate sweets in bed the whole time." Pacifica rolled her eyes.

"And I did! I mean… I'm your conscienceeee… Ignore meeee." They heard Mabel's voice from a window nearby.

"Anyway, I better leave now." She ignored the brunette and stood up with Dipper.

Dipper nodded and smiled. He was happy despite the situation.

"You don't know what this means, do you?" Pacifica asked, seeing how Dipper was smiling nonetheless.

"What?" Dipper asked in confusion, grab Pacifica's hands in his and squeezing them.

"The fact that they had agreed means that we are official now. You have just condemned to me, Dipper Pines, and I'm not easy to please." The heiress smirked, rejoicing in his touch of her hands.

"I'll try my best." He waggled his eyebrows playfully. They had spent four days living together as 'unofficial' and he didn't see what difference it made that her parents knew now about their relationship.

"That's good to know. There is a party in the Northwest's honor in ten days right before I'm ungrounded. I've to assist, and so do you." She quickly added, knowing Dipper couldn't refuse now.

"I… really? That was mean." He let go of her hands, trying to look upset.

"I'm Pacifica Northwest, of course I'm mean." She chuckled, shoving Dipper playfully. "Will you come as my partner and boyfriend?" She pleaded.

"Do we have to dance in front of everyone?" Dipper asked warily.

"Yes."

"Do I have to learn about etiquette?"

"Probably."

"Oh boy. I don't think this is a good idea…" He said, completely discouraged about the prospect.

"Please?" Pacifica pouted.

"I mean… of course! Anything for you, Princess." Dipper perked up, but he knew he was going to regret going to the party. Society parties were not his thing.

Pacifica quickly leaned forward and landed a furtive peck in his lips. Then she turned around and left a very dizzy and blushing Dipper standing in the porch.

"See you in ten days, Dork."

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The phone was ringing. A butler approached the device and picked it up.

"Northwest mansion."

"Hi! Can I talk to Pacifica's father?" A very cheerful voice asked on the phone.

"Yes, ma'am."

The butler left the phone on the table and left in search of the Northwest patriarch. Mabel giggled on the other end at the fact that she had been called ma'am.

A few seconds later Preston picked up the phone.

"This is Preston. Who am I talking to?"

"Hi! I'm Mabel!" The brunette chirped.

"Who?" Preston asked in confusion.

"Dipper's sister." Mabel clarified.

"Sorry. I don't know who you are talking about." Preston leaned on the wall, guessing it was going to take a while.

"We talked this morning! I'm the girl who owns a pig!" Mabel explained, giggling.

"Oh, right." He noted mentally that the girl's name was Mabel, but he was more than certain that he was going to forget the boy's name again, if that was his name at all. In fact, he had already forgotten. "What did you call for?"

"I'd like Pacifica to come for a sleepover here at the Shack!" She cheered happily.

"I'll think about it." Preston lied.

"Cool. Bye!"

Preston hung up the phone and turned to leave, but then it rang again.

"This is Preston Northwest." He said after picking it up.

"Hi! It's Mabel again! Can I call you Preston or is it Mr. Northwest?"

"Hm…" The Northwest patriarch was taken by surprise by the fact that it was the same person calling twice. "Call me Preston."

"Hi, Preston! I'm Mabel! Nice to meet you!" The brunette repeated as cheerfully as the first time.

Preston stayed silent for a while, waiting for her to say something else. He couldn't figure the girl and was getting slightly annoyed by her. She was saying nothing at all.

"Hello?" He asked, unknowing what to expect.

"Hi!" Mabel repeated once more.

"Did you want something?" Mr. Northwest pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes! Have you thought about it already?"

"About what?" Preston had no idea what she was referring to.

"Pacifica's sleepover!" Mabel giggled.

Preston sighed, not believing his ears.

"Not yet. Call again tomorrow." He concluded, thinking she might forget about it by then.

"Okay!" She chirped and hung up the phone.

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Dipper woke up and stretched in bed. A quick glance at Mabel's bed told him that, as usual, his twin had woken up earlier than him. He walked downstairs to have breakfast but then he heard it.

The boy didn't know what it was at first, but he had a feeling it could only be something bad. There was a tumult outside the Shack. Once he reached the front door, he knew he had been right about it.

"…and she ate cookies from this bowl! Who makes the highest bid for the stuff?"

Stan was in his Mr. Mystery suit on a wooden podium showing items Pacifica had used the day she had her sleepover a week ago in the Shack and, most amusingly, there were lots of reporters going crazy for the items.

"I'll give you fifty bucks for the bowl!"

"I raise it to sixty!"

"Sold to the stupid man that just paid sixty bucks for a used ceramic bowl! Those were all the items, folks!" Stan announced.

"I'll pay you two hundred dollars for something embarrassing!"

"Uhh! Two hundred bucks! Mabel, your turn." Stan pushed his niece forwards.

"Grunkle Stan… I don't know…" Mabel rubbed her arm uneasily.

"From those two hundred bucks I'll give you twenty so that you can buy wool balls for your sweaters." The conman nudged her with his elbow.

"Forty." She quickly replied.

"Are you seriously trying to haggle over this with your Grunkle? For that, I lower it to ten bucks." He crossed his arms over his chest, declining her idea sternly.

"Really? Sixty now or I tell those guys to pay me the whole two hundred and you get nothing." Mabel smiled mischievously.

"You are evil…" Stan gaped at his niece. "Just like your Grunkle! I'm so proud of you! Sixty then. Go."

Mabel walked up to the edge and began tapping her chin, thinking about something embarrassing yet safe to tell.

"Um… Dipper gets silly when Pacifica is around and he walks into stuff. He bumped into a pillar in the Northwest Annual Fest, and the day before yesterday he bumped against the belly of a friend of ours." She giggled at the memories.

The crowd of reporters began to laugh at the anecdote and Dipper felt his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Mabel!" Dipper snapped to let them know he was here.

That was partially a mistake. Mabel quickly covered her mouth, but the crowd of reporters also noticed him for the first time and surrounded him, as if they were lions after a piece of meat.

"Toby Determined, Gravity Falls Gossiper. Is your relationship with the Northwest heiress an arranged marriage because you are in truth a foreign prince in disguise?"

"I…" Dipper's mind was filled with a mixture of bewilderment and a need to get out of there.

"Shandra Jimenez, a real reporter. Is it true that you are actually just going after her money?" She pointed at the podium where all the items were being auctioned and sold.

All reporters realized that she could have hit the nail in the head and began asking wealth related question about Dipper and his family. Dipper felt completely self-conscious, since it looked like that but it was not true. He rubbed his arm nervously, unknowing what to do. Mabel glared at her Grunkle, throwing the sixty bucks at his face and walking beside her brother to support him.

Stan, realizing his huge mistake, decided to take action.

"Alright folks, listen up! Every question costs two hundred bucks…" He saw some of the reporters lowering their hands, unwilling to pay that prize, but not all of them. "…and you'll have to buy and wear at least five pieces of my merchandise! Questions to my niece and nephew are for clients only!" He concluded, taking a box of Stan Bobbleheads and placing it on a table. Every item cost fifty dollars and they were of terrible quality.

All the remaining hands were lowered and people began to leave. Dipper perked up slightly and Mabel smiled broadly at her Grunkle, seeing perfectly well what he was doing.

Once every reporter was gone, Stan approached the kids.

"Sorry, kiddo. I messed up." He apologized, ruffling Dipper's hair.

"Don't worry, Grunkle Stan. They were more or less right and I don't like that. Pacifica and I went to the Greasy Diner and she paid for half the food. We also went to the funfair and Pacifica paid for most the attractions. It's… not right." He sighed, sad about his wealth situation. "I should pay for those things. I'm the boyfriend."

Stan bit his lower lip and swayed slightly on his feet. He scanned the boy to see if he has scamming him somehow, because it looked like that in his eyes. He finally sighed and decided to do something he had never done before in his life: Giving money to someone else.

"Here, kid." He gave Dipper half the earnings of the auction, which were in fact a lot. "This is for relationship stuff only. Don't waste them in useless things like nerd board games, huh?" He commented, remembering the board game Dipper had asked him to buy a few weeks ago.

"T-thanks!" Dipper's eyes widened at the wad of cash. He counted it quickly, since he was used to man the cash register when Wendy wasn't behind the counter. It was close to four hundred dollars. "This… this is a lot of money!"

"Can I have my sixty bucks back, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked, looking at Dipper's wad of money jealously.

"I've got something better for you, pumpkin. A life lesson: Always take what you can and never give anything back!" He laughed heartily, mocking his niece. "Besides, you are a girl. You don't need money since guys will invite you to stuff." He shrugged, ruffling Mabel's hair and leaving both of them alone in the porch.

Dipper looked at Mabel with a sly smile and the brunette, who was gaping, glared at him slightly.

"What?" Mabel asked, mildly upset about the situation.

"Remember a week and half ago when Stan made me chop wood while Pacifica and you kept enjoying breakfast?" Dipper replied.

"Yeah."

"What did you say then?" He asked in a playful tone.

Mabel gasped and looked at her brother threateningly.

"Don't you dare!"

"Sorry, sister but it's funny because it's sexism!" Dipper burst into laughter.

"Don't mock me, Dipper! I never mock you!" Mabel rested her fists on her hips, but Dipper raised an eyebrow at his sister. "Well… I tease you sometimes, but playfully! That's not mocking."

"I know." Dipper sighed. It was true. Mabel sometimes teased him playfully, but she was the first one to support him when people mocked him. "Here, buy those wool balls and make something cool for Pacifica." He gave Mabel a hundred dollar bill.

"Oh my gosh! I have never seen so much money in piece of paper! I'm gonna buy so many colors!" The brunette laughed happily. "I hope you have something interesting to read, bro-bro, because I'm gonna knit all night for a week!"

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Preston picked up the phone with a frown.

"Hi! I'm Ma—"

"I know who you are, Mabel. It's the seventeenth time you have called in four days." Preston sighed, knowing he was not going to forget the girl's name ever in his life and wondering how she had got the new number.

"Great! That means you know what I am going to ask!" She cheered happily.

"If I agree on Pacifica having a sleepover, will you forget about this phone number?" Mr. Northwest buried his face in his hand, undergoing the usual sensation of being completely exhausted he felt whenever he talked to the girl.

"Why would I do that?" Mabel asked in complete obliviousness.

"Because you're…! Nevermind." He quickly added, remembering he was talking to a kid and it wasn't proper to insult her. "She'll be there the day after the party but on some conditions."

"Don't worry, Paz-Paz will sleep with me!" Mabel giggled, guessing what he was going to ask.

"Mabel!" A boy's voice was heard behind the girl's giggles.

"That's… good." Preston scratched the back of his head. He was not going to ask that, since in his eyes they were twelve and all he had seen them doing was holding hands and quick pecks. "She'll have to go disguised and I want her back at the manor the next day by noon." He concluded, unwilling to let anyone see his daughter entering that hovel.

"Can we—I mean I, can I talk to her on the phone?" Mabel chirped, hushing her brother discreetly.

"Pacifica is grounded." Preston declined sternly.

"Oh, well. See you then!" The brunette hung up the phone.

Preston walked up to the door, feeling sorry for whoever the parents or caretakers of Mabel were since he considered her too noisy. He opened the door to the corridor to leave and Pacifica stumbled inside of the room through it.

"I um… I wasn't spying or anything!" The heiress quickly blurted out and her father raised an eyebrow at her. "But… I may have overheard a little of what you were talking about the previous five times Mabel called today." She chuckled nervously. "So... can I go?"

"Go pack your things. You'll have a sleepover the day after the party."

"YES!" Pacifica yelled jubilantly, her face perking up and her eyes sparkling. "I'm going to pack my sketchbook too! I want Mabel to see it! Thanks dad!"

Pacifica motioned to hug her father, but recoiled in the last second. She hadn't forgiven him yet, since those things took their time.

"I mean… it's not bad for a start but… it's not enough." The heiress raised her head proudly and left to her room.

Preston sighed sadly. He had done everything Pacifica had wanted in the last few days. There were sweets in the kitchen, she didn't have tennis training anymore, he had bought a special pen for her pet chicken, he had called the tutors and next year she would have a normal school year like everyone else, and he had even tried learning how to play the videogame console she had in her room to no avail, but Pacifica was still mad at him. He no longer had an heiress, but he didn't have a daughter that loved him either, and that made him very sad.

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Dipper had arrived at the manor hours before the party. Pacifica had given him the same tux of the last time and had helped him with the bowtie.

They were having lunch with her parents, and the situation was very awkward. They had asked him what he wanted to have for lunch and he had said 'spaghetti' with a shrug. Preston had snorted at such a simple and mundane meal, causing Dipper to blush, but he had been silenced quickly by a glare from Pacifica. The boy had expected he would eventually collide with Pacifica's father, but that was not his only problem.

The table was rectangular and absurdly big. He was sat at the middle with Pacifica in front of him and her parents were sat at each end of the table. A plate of spaghetti had been smoking in front of him for the last five minutes but he hadn't even tried to eat them, since he had no idea which fork to use. There were seven different forks to use and he was doubtful between the third and the fourth, since the others were either too long or too short. He looked at Pacifica desperately but she was having salmon for lunch. Looking at her parents made him realize that he was the only one eating pasta. He sighed heavily, unknowing what to do.

"Psst." Pacifica called for his attention. Dipper looked at her and she tapped the fourth fork discreetly with her hand. He said a wordless 'thanks' and smiled, finally being able to eat.

Dipper was so eager to eat, since he had been staring at the food for a long time, that he began placing forkful after forkful in his mouth, slurping the hanging threads instead of cutting them and causing a sound in the process.

Preston cleared his throat soundly.

"Oh. Um… Sorry." Dipper apologized, realizing he was lacking some manners at the table.

After they were done with their meals, there was a clear awkward silence in the table. Dipper had no idea of what to say and he didn't want to mess up with her parents. Pacifica was idly looking at her nails, waiting for the party to commence so that she could have some privacy with Dipper, and Preston and Priscilla knew nothing of the boy and none of them remembered his name, so they had trouble addressing him.

"So… you." Priscilla pointed at Dipper, getting his attention. "Your sister, Mabel, seems… very energetic." She commented, trying to start a conversation.

"Yes, she is." Dipper looked slightly amused by the fact that Pacifica's mother didn't know his name but knew his sister's.

"Energetic falls short." Preston chuckled mockingly, rolling his eyes.

"Dad!" Pacifica glared at her father.

"Is there a problem with my sister? Too energetic for the rich folk maybe?" Dipper glared at him.

"Dipper!" Pacifica snapped at him now, trying to prevent the argument.

"What my husband and I tried to say…" Priscilla quickly stepped in the conversation to prevent the certain bickering, noting mentally that the boy's name was Dipper. She thought it had to be a nickname or a pet name, since no one would name their children 'Dipper'. "…is that your sister has been many times in the newspapers. That sock puppet opera was… notable a few weeks ago."

"Oh. Yeah, I helped her a little with that." Dipper quickly went for his glass, his throat feeling completely dry by the situation.

"So… dear, what are you and your…" Preston began to say but the word always got stuck in his throat like a boulder.

"Boyfriend?" Pacifica suggested.

Mr. Northwest coughed in his fist. He was not ready to say that word.

"Hmm… What are you and Dopper—"

"Dipper." The heiress corrected.

Preston sighed, giving up in trying to remember or getting his name right.

"What are you and the boy going to do in the sleepover tomorrow?"

Dipper had been finally served a drink but he blew it out of his mouth over the table when he heard Preston's question.

"Is the champagne too strong?" Priscilla asked, amused by the boy's reaction.

"Just… a little." Dipper coughed. In truth, it tasted terrible but he hadn't spit it out because of that.

"Bring him some orange juice."

"I don't know. What are we going to do, Dipper?" Pacifica quickly redirected the question towards him, since her father knew her too well and could tell when she was lying. It was his job after all, being the head of the company, to know when someone was lying.

"Oh, well…" Dipper laughed nervously. "It's not like we are going to—" He was about to say something very absurd but noticed Pacifica paling and widening her eyes. "I mean… What we are going to do is…"

Dipper thought hard for an alternative. He hadn't talked about it with Pacifica, but both of them knew they were going to sleep in the same bed, with our without Mabel's teases. It had been ten days since they had last seen one another and it was their last chance of enjoying each other's company until Christmas break. Dipper flushed red, knowing he couldn't simply say that.

"We um… My sister is going to be there at all times!" He finally blurted out.

Pacifica's face flushed entirely red, Priscilla chuckled at their awkwardness and Preston buried his face in his hand, hoping he didn't have to regret sending his daughter into the sleepover.

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"No! Please, don't leave me alone with these people!" Dipper pleaded and grabbed Pacifica's forearm.

They were at the beginning of the party. Dipper was in his tux and Pacifica in her purple dress. Pacifica had to talk to her father and Dipper was not happy at the idea of being left alone in the party for a couple minutes.

"Pfffft. Seriously?" Pacifica snickered. "You can face whatever mythical creature appears in the forest but you are scared of the upper-class?"

"The old women pinch my cheeks and I don't know what to talk about with the rest of the guests." Dipper protested, lost in that ambience.

"Avoiding small talk is a breach of etiquette, Dipper." She reminded him for the fourth time that day. "Why don't you go to the food tables and grab something to eat? Just remember that standing for too long next to the food tables is also a breach of etiquette."

"This is torture." Dipper groaned in discomfort. The bowtie around his neck was, as the last time, too tight.

"Do it for me, Dipper. This is my life and I wanted to share it with you." Pacifica gave him a small smile and a squeeze to his hand.

"Oh. O-of course! I'll try talking about... um… I'll just stay quiet and go get some food." Dipper concluded, sighing deeply.

Social parties were not his strong suit, but he agreed going with Pacifica, since as she had said, that was her life after all.

"We can't hug or anything like that, right?" Dipper asked, even though he already knew what was going to be the answer.

"It's also a breach of etiquette." She smiled faintly. "Think about what we are doing tomorrow. You'll hug me all you want then." Pacifica tried to cheer him up.

"Yeah." Dipper suddenly perked up.

Mabel's relentlessness had proved to be bigger than Preston's reluctance after all. Dipper was happy at the prospect, since next week he would be back at Piedmont and tomorrow would probably the last night they would share that summer, considering there weren't any more sleepovers that week.

"You better get ready, Princess. You're going to be sore after all the hugging."

"I hope we do something else besides hugging." She giggled, earning a blush from Dipper. "Just... make sure Mabel doesn't take any photos this time. If my parents find out we share a bed we can say goodbye to any future sleepovers." The heiress looked warily around herself, trying to spot her father in the crowd of guests.

"I already took care of that. Yesterday I ruined her camera's roll of film. She won't notice until she tries to reveal the film." Dipper was proud of his achievement.

"What if Mabel had something important in that film?" Pacifica asked in concern. She had ended up developing a sister bond with the brunette.

"It was in a box labeled as 'Dipifica Sleepover Scrapbook Material' under her bed." Dipper said plainly.

"Your sister seriously needs a boyfriend." The heiress snickered.

"Not until she is sixteen and I have checked the boy's background at least three times." Dipper declined, protectively of his twin.

"Right." Pacifica raised an eyebrow, considering the irony in them being almost thirteen yet having a relationship.

Pacifica pushed those thoughts away when she spotted her father walking down the stairs to the hall.

"Oh, there is my father. Are you sure you don't want to come?"

"Yes. I'll wait for you by the food tables." Dipper was unwilling to have another glaring contest with Pacifica's father. He didn't like the man one bit, and the feeling was mutual.

Pacifica gave him a quick and furtive peck which was a clear breach of etiquette and left him alone among the guests. Dipper walked with a pink blush towards the food tables, slightly dizzy by the peck. He was careful to avoid the small crowds of old women who would probably pinch his cheeks and, after some dodges and a butler almost bumping into him, he finally managed to reach the food tables.

However, there was a big problem now. He didn't recognize most of the food, and the food he recognized, he didn't like it. Dipper thought of trying out some of the food he didn't know, but he was certain that taking just a bit and leaving the rest in case he didn't like the taste was a breach of etiquette. Dipper sighed and walked next to the table, trying to spot something he liked for eating to pass time until Pacifica came back.

"Who are you?" A female voice asked.

Dipper turned around and immediately tensed up. He didn't need anyone to introduce him the three girls in front of him, since he had seen enough TV with Mabel about high school shows and he was dating Pacifica Northwest. They were the stereotypical rich girls who enjoyed passing time mocking people.

"Um… Nobody."

Dipper quickly tried to walk his way out, but they surrounded him with the food table behind so that he couldn't escape. He gulped, guessing what was going to happen now. If he was lucky, they would lose interest. If he wasn't, he knew he was going to blush and have a bad time.

"I've never seen you before in these parties." The first girl commented.

"I know who he is! He's that kid that appeared fighting a big bat in the newspapers weeks ago." The second one added.

"Isn't he the kid that lives in that old shack in the woods then?" The third one commented.

"What are you doing here? This is party is for the upper-class only." The second looked at him with disgust.

"Is that tux borrowed?" The first one snickered.

Dipper felt completely self-conscious. He bit his lower lip and averted their gazes as he felt his cheeks burning. The boy was certain he was beginning to blush in embarrassment, and the fact that the three girls had begun to laugh louder wasn't helping his situation one bit. He hadn't been lucky after all.

"That's so pathetic. You should probably leave; this is not for you." The second one concluded.

"What's going on here?" Pacifica snapped, opening the crowd of three girls and getting in. The moment she saw Dipper's face she frowned instantly, getting the idea of the situation. She stood next to him and glared at the three girls.

"Pacifica, what's that doing here?" The second girl asked.

"He comes with me. You have something to say about it?" The heiress grabbed Dipper's hand.

"Then what they say is true! Pacifica has low standards!" The three girls, making use of the youth's cruelty, began to giggle.

Pacifica felt Dipper wince and squirm next to her, trying to release her hand. The heiress seized it more tightly and felt completely angered at how naïve she had been. Dipper had told her a hundred times since they had known of the party that it was not a good idea that he came, and she had thought he just didn't like social parties. She realized now what Dipper had feared to happen, and that caused her an outburst of anger.

"You think he is worthless because you are richer?" Pacifica burst loudly with anger.

Everyone in the party grew silent and stared at the argument. Preston, who was standing on the stairs, had been hearing the conversation for a while with great interest.

"Who do you think you are to talk to Dipper like that, huh?" Pacifica approached the first girl and threatened her with her forefinger. "You, Tiffany? If my father's company stops supplying your father's, you'll be a lower-class in less than a month! I think I'm gonna ask my father to do that just for the fun of it."

Pacifica smiled smugly and felt a wave of satisfaction washing over her when she saw that the girl gaping at her in a mixture of surprise and terror.

"And you, Aubrey? Your father works for mine! Have a little respect for who you talk to. And Sarah, what were you laughing at? You aren't even upper-class! None of you are fit to tie Dipper's shoelaces, let alone mine!" Pacifica concluded with a smug chuckle.

The three girls took a step backwards, scared of the heiress.

"Now I'm afraid you'll have to leave. This party is not for you." Pacifica pointed at the exit.

"W-what? You can't do that!"

"Of course I can. My father is the host." Pacifica shrugged. "I do whatever I want in MY party.

"B-but that's not p-proper…"

"My goodness! You are right! You can't just leave like that." Pacifica palmed her forehead, feigning surprise. "First off, you'll bow and apologize to Dipper. Then you'll leave through the maintenance door. The main door is for the upper-class only." The heiress smiled with malice.

There was a long awkward silence afterwards. The girls looked at each other with no idea of what to do. Then, someone in the crowd cleared their throat. The three girls looked around themselves and realized that every guest in the party was silently staring at them expectantly. Feeling their faces burning in embarrassment with every pair of eyes fixed on them, they bowed their heads slightly to Dipper.

"Lower." Pacifica demanded sternly.

The three girls bowed to the point that they practically kissed the floor. There was a RIP! sound and one of the girls had to hold her dress to prevent it from tearing on her back, followed by a snicker from the crowd of guests. They apologized to Dipper, who had his eyes widened at the situation, and then they hurried their way out of the party.

Preston was no longer looking at his daughter but at the people in the party. He knew that, when these things happened, people began to murmur. He prickled up his ears trying to hear them.

"That was ruthless." Someone commented.

Preston counted one with his fingers.

"Nah, they got what they deserved. That girl has leadership potential." Other replied.

Preston counted two with his fingers and smiled.

"That's a Northwest over there. She put them in their place." Someone else said.

Preston didn't need to keep counting, since he was already filled with pride for his daughter. The Northwest patriarch had feared that his daughter would lose her identity without all the standards and stern education, but he realized right now how wrong he had been. He quickly made a gesture to the orchestra so that they resumed playing the music. When the people at the party heard the music again, everyone resumed their previous activities.

Back at the couple, Pacifica turned to Dipper and smiled.

"That was… unnecessarily mean. But thank you." Dipper squeezed her hand, feeling he was the luckiest person in that party.

"I had to teach them some etiquette." Pacifica smirked with malice. "Did you find any food you like?" She asked, noticing he was empty handed.

"I was looking and…" Dipper quickly searched the table, trying to find something. He knew Pacifica would feel bad if she saw him uncomfortable at the food. "…I finally decided to try these." Dipper picked a grape from a huge bowl with lots of fruits and put it in his mouth.

"Dipper, that's for decoration." Pacifica snickered.

"Really? But they are real fruit, not plastic." He took another one.

Pacifica smiled faintly and decided to try one herself. A couple minutes later, the music changed from ambience music to ball dance music.

"Come with me." Pacifica pulled Dipper towards the dance floor. "We have to open the dance. I'm the host's daughter."

Dipper's face contorted in distress. If he stepped on Pacifica's feet when they danced in private, he was certain he would step on her twice as much now that they were in public with all those eyes fixed on them.

"Relax, Dork." She felt him completely tensed up. "I'll lead."

Preston stood at the top of the stairs, staring at the couple as they danced. Priscilla approached him and grabbed his hand.

"They make a cute couple, don't they?" She looked at her husband.

"Yes." Preston replied after lots of hesitation and plenty of chewing the insides of his mouth.

Mr. Northwest had definitely been impressed by how Pacifica had handled the situation. She had gained the respect of the people in the party even though she had suffered an outburst of anger. However, there was something that was still plaguing his mind.

"Was this the right choice?" He asked his wife. "Will Pacifica be happy in the long run?"

"Look at them. What do you see?"

The music was about to end and Pacifica spun Dipper, much to the latter's surprise. She began to giggle happily until Dipper reciprocated the spun, leaving her dumbfounded in his arms. They then continued dancing, but closely embraced. Every time they spun, Preston could see how Pacifica had her head rested on Dipper's shoulder, and how her face expressed complete happiness with her eyes closed and her smile broad.

"I'm going to regret this." Preston muttered and sighed. "What's the boy's name?" He asked his wife, since he had once again forgotten.

"I don't know. Pacifica calls him Dipper." Priscilla shrugged.

"I'm not going to call him Dipper with everyone here looking at us." He declined the idea.

"If you want him to come here, simply call Pacifica and he will come behind." She suggested.

Preston called Pacifica to get her attention and then he gestured for them both to approach. The couple grew stiff immediately, since Preston had never showed any interest in talking to Dipper. They became more and more scared of what could happen as they walked towards her parents.

"Dipper, was it?" Preston asked once they were in front of him.

Dipper nodded in confirmation, slightly surprised that Preston got his name right in the first try.

"Is your relationship with my daughter serious?" He asked plainly.

"Dad!" Pacifica flushed slightly.

"Yes." Dipper replied seriously.

"Is your father still unemployed?" Preston continued.

"Dad…" Pacifica said this time in a warning tone.

"Dear, leave us alone for a second." Preston asked.

Pacifica looked at Dipper for confirmation. He gave her hand a squeeze and displayed a small but reassuring smile. The heiress nodded hesitantly and let go of Dipper's hand, leaving with her mother towards the crowd of guests.

"Is he?"

"Yes." Dipper mumbled.

"This is for you." Preston handled him a couple of papers, including the picture of a house. "I have acquired a few more proprieties in my business trip to London. I want to rent them very cheaply to my employees here in Gravity Falls."

"What… what is this?" Dipper's eyes widened.

"Tell your father to call me. When the summer is over, he'll work in Gravity Falls so that you can live here and stay with my daughter."

"Oh. I-I don't what t-to say." Dipper stammered, a surge of emotions filling his mind as his eyes welled up.

"Don't say anything then. Just don't cry. This is a social party." Preston shrugged.

"Thank you." Dipper managed to mumble.

"And never hurt my daughter." Preston said sternly.

"Never." Dipper fixed his eyes in his, his expression completely serious.

"Good. Now go with her." He patted the boy in the shoulder, turning around with his back at him.

Preston still had a feeling that he would regret that. He saw how Dipper approached Pacifica, his eyes still glued on the papers. Pacifica looked at the papers too in confusion. Dipper explained it to her, and then pointed at her father. The next thing Preston knew was that a blonde and purple flash had flown through the room and tackled him into a hug.

"Was this enough, dear?" He reciprocated the hug.

"Yes." Pacifica replied, embracing her father tightly.

And the feeling that he would regret his decision vanished from Preston's mind.

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[Chapter 2: Sandwiched between twins]

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It was the evening of the day after the party. Mabel was bouncing happily to the Shack's main door to answer the doorbell. When she opened the door, the brunette had to burst into giggles. In front of her stood Pacifica wearing a brown trench coat, a hat and sunglasses, even though it was already dark outside.

"What?" The heiress snapped in annoyance.

"Going incognito, sis-sis?" She asked playfully.

"Shut up and take me upstairs so that I can take this ridiculous outfit off." Pacifica removed her sunglasses and let herself inside the building, carrying two huge travel bags.

"How many nights are you staying?" Mabel pointed at the bags.

"Only tonight. This is all absolutely necessary stuff." She looked around herself. "Where's your brother?"

"He's upstairs. Let me help you with those."

Mabel went to grab one of the bags but Pacifica handled her both.

"Nuh-huh. I'm not taking them both." Mabel shook her head. "You take one."

"Can't we call the butlers?" Pacifica snapped her fingers and waited for someone to pop into the hall and grab her bags, but nothing happened. "Right. No butlers."

"Oh my, sis-sis." Mabel giggled. "We leave you alone for 10 days and you get all spoiled again."

"Mhm. Fine, I'll take one." She rolled her eyes.

Dipper was lying casually on his back on his bed while reading a mystery magazine. The boy was shirtless since he had stained his t-shirt earlier when having supper and he hadn't bothered to put a new one on. He was, after all, not expecting Pacifica until a few hours later. Dipper heard Mabel's characteristic bounces and then the door opening.

"Hey bro-bro! You may want to put something on." Mabel snickered.

"Mhmm." Dipper replied without lifting his gaze from the magazine and scratched his belly idly. "Maybe later."

"Hey Dipper."

Dipper recognized the voice instantly. He jumped up from the bed and glanced at the clock. The boy facepalmed inwardly as he had lost track of the time.

"P-Pacifica! I didn't expect you so soon!" He quickly tidied his hair up with his hands in an attempt to look more presentable but Pacifica didn't care about his disarranged hair.

The heiress had her eyes fixed Dipper's naked upper-body. Pacifica hadn't seen the boy's bare chest in eleven days, even though she had fantasized about it most of the nights, and now that it was there in front of her, she was certain there was something different about it. Dipper looked slightly more toned than how he had been during the boat trip. His wiry arm muscles were the same but his chest looked a little harder. Pacifica's mouth fell open at the sight before her.

"Haha, stop messing with your hair." Mabel elbowed her brother. "Pacifica has already lost it for this. Boop." She poked Dipper in the chest.

"Don't do that!" Dipper patted Mabel's hand away.

"Are you hungry, Paz-Paz? I've made your favorite cookies!" Mabel changed topics once she was denied the poking.

Pacifica nodded very slowly, still looking at Dipper's chest. The boy, now feeling self-conscious at all the staring, crossed his arms over it.

"I'll go get them then!" Mabel chirped and left the couple alone.

"Dipper…" Pacifica walked up to Dipper now that Mabel was gone, still not believing her eyes. "Oh my gosh, what have you been doing these last ten days?"

The heiress pushed Dipper's arms out of the way and landed a hand on his chest. It was definitely firmer than she remembered.

"You noticed it? I can barely see any difference." Dipper rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "I remembered how you said you liked the muscles in my arms so… I asked Grunkle Stan to give me some boxing lessons. Just the basics."

Pacifica nodded stupidly and moved her other hand to his upper arm. That was indeed also harder.

"So," Dipper continued. "He's been making me carry stuff upstairs and punch a bag every day nonstop. He says I have to start hard to get the body used to it, but I think I've overdone it." He rubbed his shoulder. "I don't feel stronger; just sore."

"I'll give you a massage later." Pacifica blurted out and moved both hands to his chest now. "Oh my gosh… I want to do it now. When does your sister go to sleep!?"

"But…" Dipper snickered at her eagerness. "Mabel and I sleep in the same room, remember?" He gave her a lopsided smile.

"Well, I'm not missing tonight's chance to make out, so we'll have to be quiet." Pacifica giggled and then looked at his face for the first time. "Oh! Oh my gosh, your hair is a complete mess!"

"You notice that now?" Dipper raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." She tittered. "Can you put something on? My eyes keep moving down to your chest! I can't help it! I hadn't seen your face until now!"

The boy rolled his eyes and grabbed a t-shirt. He knew his chest was in no way developed enough to earn that admiration, but he felt flattered nonetheless and smiled. With nothing else to distract her, Pacifica stopped seeing Dipper as a piece of meat, and saw him instead as whom he was: her boyfriend.

"Hi." She gave him a small smile and cupped his cheek in her hand. "I've missed you. I love you."

Dipper grinned from ear to ear, cupped her cheek as well and gave her a soft kiss. Pacifica wrapped her arm around his shoulders to deepen the kiss and Dipper reciprocated her actions by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Once they parted for breathing, Dipper pecked her upper lip and Pacifica held his lower lip trapped in between hers, claiming it for herself and pulling at it gently. Dipper seized the opportunity and gave a lick to her nose, earning a giggle from the heiress. She let go of his lower lip and rested her forehead on his to stare into his eyes.

"I've missed this too." Dipper flustered and rubbed her sides up and down.

"And?"

"Oh, and I love you." Dipper tittered.

"Hmm." Pacifica smirked at him. "Your hair is a mess and makes you ugly, by the way."

"Really?" Dipper raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously at the heiress. "Well, then your trench coat is ugly and not trendy at all, by the way."

Pacifica gasped at the insult at her fashion sense.

"I can fix that in a sec." She shrugged and removed her trench coat, revealing her usual purple dress and black leggings outfit. "So… can I ask you to show me something?" She flushed slightly.

"Sure." Dipper shrugged.

Mabel had a bowl full of chocolate chip cookies. She had been cooking them all day to make a lot, since the brunette knew how much Pacifica liked them. The heiress had practically devoured the entire bowl the last time she had been at the Shack more than two weeks ago. Mabel was about to open her shared bedroom's door when she thought back and leaned her ear on the door instead, hoping to hear some gossip material.

"It's got bigger than last time!" Pacifica praised.

"Yeah, I've been working on it. Do you wanna touch it?" Dipper suggested.

"Sure!" She giggled. "Haha, it's great! Now I need both hands to grab it completely!"

"Ow, but don't squeeze it!" He protested. "I'm a little sore, remember?"

"Sorry. Is this better?"

"Mmmm, yes." Dipper hummed appreciatively. "Vertical strokes like that feel great."

"Um… can you make it go hard in my hand?" She then gasped loudly. "Oh my gosh, it's moving! Do it again!"

Mabel's eyes bulged out, since what she was picturing in her mind by the conversation was amusing and embarrassing at the same time. The brunette flushed slightly and opened her bedroom door slowly, expecting a rather compromising scene. Inside her shared bedroom, however, Dipper and Pacifica were just sat on his bed and she had both hands grasping Dipper's upper arm while he flexed his biceps repeatedly and Pacifica giggled in return. Mabel sighed in relief but also in disappointment, since the alternative would have been a priceless teasing material. She saved in the corner of her mind ten or twenty shafts and wieners related puns for the future just in case.

"I'm dying to see what you brought in those bags." Mabel offered them the cookie bowl. Dipper declined the offer since he had just started a muscle building diet, but Pacifica took a couple. "Can you open the now?"

"You're going to love this." She put a cookie in her mouth opened the first bag. "This is my pillow." The heiress handed her the purple bed accessory.

"It's… silky." Mabel was slightly disappointed since she had been hoping something more impressive.

"And this is Goldilocks, my plush llama toy." Pacifica handed her the toy, which was as big as the pillow.

"Oh my gosh!" Mabel squealed and grabbed the plush toy to hug it. "It's huge! And so fluffy! Where did you get it?"

"Dipper won it for me at the funfair." Pacifica smiled broadly, pecking the boy in the cheek and devouring another cookie.

"Really? You scallywag!" Mabel giggled and shoved her brother, who fell back on the bed. "What else have you brought?" Mabel left the toy on the bed very carefully. In Mabel's eyes, all plush toys deserved the most care, just in case they were secretly alive.

"Let's see…" Pacifica took the other bag and opened it. "A toothbrush, a towel, a spare outfit, two pair of socks, two different pajamas, this one is in case it's a cold night…" She showed a long sleeved purple shirt and white sweatpants. "…and this one is in case it's hot night." She showed a short sleeved purple shirt and white shorts.

"I… I think it's pretty hot tonight!" Dipper blurted out, picturing Pacifica in his mind with the shorts. The heiress blushed and Mabel snickered.

"Right…" She ignored her boyfriend's reaction at her sleepwear. "And I also brought my dresses sketchbook."

"Ohh! Show me, show me!" Mabel bounced on the floor and sat on her bed.

Pacifica smiled, finally finding someone she could share her artistic abilities with, and sat next to Mabel, taking another four cookies and devouring them quickly. Dipper in the meantime glared slightly at the plush llama toy and hid it discreetly back in the bag. The boy was jealous that the toy would receive more attention than him that night in the hugging department. He picked up Pacifica's pillow and placed it next to his on his bed so that everything was ready for the night. He then sat on the edge of his bed and stared at both girls with a smile. Pacifica was grinning with a cookie in her mouth while Mabel taught her how to knit. The heiress began clumsily and slowly at first, but soon she managed a good pace and did a sleeve with purple wool.

"Look! I made a sock!" She showed it to Mabel, proud as a peacock of her work.

"Why is it open on both ends?" The brunette was bewildered at the sock and grabbed it to examine it closely.

"Um…" Pacifica was not about to admit she didn't know how to close one of the ends. "It's a… fingerless sock, for the summer of course." She tried to sound convincing.

"That's…" Mabel stared at the 'sock' with a frown for a few second and then her face perked up. "…so cool!" She stared at it now in awe as if she had just rediscovered knitting. "Speaking of weird stuff! I've got something for you two! Stand up!"

The cheerful brunette got up from bed and pulled at Dipper and Pacifica until they were standing Pacifica before Dipper.

"There… no, wait. Right here." Mabel were very close to each other. "Now you raise your arms, and you hug her."

Dipper and Pacifica flushed slightly red and complied. She raised her arms over her head and he wrapped his around her belly. Seeing that they were in position, Mabel reached under her bed for a box and fished out a huge sky blue sweater. With some effort, she managed to force the sweater on them. It was big, with two turtlenecks so that both Dipper and Pacifica could fit in it and poke their heads out, but it only had sleeves for Pacifica's arms, leaving Dipper's restrained inside the sweater.

"What's… this for?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow, seeing that in the front of the sweater it read 'I'm being hugged!'

"It's a double sweater! You can hug in it!" She chirped happily and took a picture of the couple with the camera.

"But I can't take my hands out. There are no sleeves for me." Dipper pointed out.

"And I can't turn around to hug Dipper." The heiress pointed out another flaw.

"It's for hugging while sleeping, silly." Mabel giggled, seeing that they didn't get it. She took another picture.

"Right." Pacifica still didn't see why she had sleeves and Dipper didn't. "You shouldn't have bothered, but thanks. I guess."

"Of course I should have! This is my parting gift since we won't see each other until Christmas." The brunette smiled sadly.

"What?" Pacifica tried to turn around to look at Dipper, but he was stuck to her back inside the sweater. "You haven't told her?"

"I was waiting for you to come. Why should I keep all the Mabel love for myself?" Dipper smiled.

"Oh no. No way. Let me out of here." The heiress tried to squirm her way out of the sweater but Dipper had an iron grip around her belly. "I don't need any more bone crushing hugs!"

"What? What's going on?" Mabel raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"You'll like it, Pacifica." Dipper smiled and pecked her cheek from behind. "Mabel, Pacifica's father has hired dad and we are living in a house here in Gravity Falls when the summer is over!"

"I… Does that mean…?" The brunette asked with her eyes widening, the camera sliding from her hands and falling on the bed.

"Yup."

"A house?" Mabel was gawking by now in shock with her eyes bulging.

"Two stories and even guest rooms. You can have all the sleepovers you want now." He nodded.

"AHHH!" Mabel tackled Pacifica and Dipper into a bone crushing hug.

"Ouch. Great." Pacifica chuckled and tried to push Mabel away. "This is so how I wanted to die: Sandwiched between a pair of twins."

"Thank-you-Thank-you-Thank-you!" She tightened the embrace even more and buried her face in Pacifica's shoulder.

"Hug her back." Dipper encouraged her. "I promise you'll like it."

"Fine. But only so that she lets go of me."

The heiress wrapped her arms around Mabel and squeezed her. She did it reluctantly at first, but then she noticed something: Mabel's sweater made her soft and fluffy to the touch, and Pacifica felt like hugging her tighter. The brunette was so cheerful that she had begun bouncing a little and Pacifica couldn't help but smile. Her happiness was very contagious and her fluffy outfit made it even more. Pacifica wrapped her arms around Mabel and embraced her tightly, laughing happily.

"Oh my gosh, Dipper!" Mabel chirped. "Pacifica is hugging me! Quick! Get the camera for the scrapbook opportunities!" Mabel urged at what looked like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"I can't get out." Dipper said plainly, stuck inside the sweater.

"Oh. Right."

"Don't worry. I think I'll hug you more in the future." Pacifica smiled, squeezing Mabel between her arms.

"If we're living in Gravity Falls… we are all going to Gravity Falls High together! I have to tell Candy and Grenda!" She bounced happily on the spot. "And you have to tell Wendy, bro-bro." Mabel teased her brother.

"Uh… yeah." Dipper chuckled nervously, having felt Pacifica tensing up between his arms. "I'll call her on the phone or… send her an email?"

"We'll tell her together." She noted mentally to kiss Dipper very explicitly in front of the redhead. "I can't bicker with her anyway. She'll be the captain of my volleyball team." Pacifica smiled broadly at the prospect of having a team to play with that year, since no one ever wanted to play with her before, being too afraid to accidentally harm the town's most prestigious heiress. "Um… can you let go of me now? It's a little uncomfortable after a while."

"Sure. Let me just…" Mabel let go of Pacifica and pulled the sweater swiftly over the couple's head.

Free from the double sweater and Dipper's grip, Pacifica went for the cookie bowl and ate the remaining three cookies. She had been starving for those all week.

"How many of those have you eaten?" Dipper was amused.

"Mhm-teen." Pacifica replied with a full mouth.

"Didn't you have dinner at the manor?" Mabel couldn't help but notice that Pacifica had eaten most of the bowl herself.

"I did, but I love these. So… when are we going to sleep?" Pacifica asked, picking up her 'cold nights' sleepwear just to see Dipper's face. She giggled, seeing how disappointed he looked, and grabbed the 'hot nights' one instead.

"How about… now?" Dipper looked expectantly at Mabel.

"Sure, I'll go tell Grunkle Stan to bring the extra mattress." The cheerful brunette shrugged.

"I don't need another mattress." Pacifica smiled sultry and grabbed Dipper's hand.

"Yeah, about that… I'm pretty sure Grunkle Stan won't see it okay, so we we don't want him to know about it, do we?" Mabel smiled slyly.

"Good point. Go do that, I'll put this on in the meantime." The heiress disappeared inside the small closet.

"Dipper! Dipper!" Mabel immediately pulled Dipper closer for gossiping. "Tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Sleep." Dipper replied plainly, unwilling to gossip with his sister about what he did with Pacifica at night.

"C'moooon, Dipper!" Mabel whined playfully.

"Nope. That's private." He declined sternly.

"Are you gonna go for the booty? You think she is gonna let you touch the boobs?" The brunette waggled her eyebrows playfully.

"I'm not answering the first one, and I don't know about the second one, but I'd like to do that again." He babbled, flushing crimson red.

Mabel gasped and her eyes widened.

"Did she let you touch them? Were they big? How much?" She began showering him with questions, much to Dipper's horror.

"I'm hearing you two through the door," Pacifica said from inside the closet. "And no, Dipper, I already let you touch them once and I didn't like it, but yes, Mabel, bigger than yours."

"That was mean, sis-sis. We'll see who's bigger in a few years." Mabel said mischievously.

"In a few years I'll still be bigger but you'll be taller." The heiress shrugged remembering her dream, even though they couldn't see the gesture since she was inside the closet.

"What?" Mabel asked in confusion.

"Come with me." Dipper pulled his twin out of the bedroom by the wrist before Pacifica heard anything else about what they were talking about. "Mabel, I don't feel comfortable talking about that stuff with you." He sighed.

"Don't worry, bro-bro. Do you need any relationship advice from a pro?" She asked cheerfully, eager to act as professional matchmaker.

"Heh… I'd say I am already more experienced in relationships than you." He chuckled.

"Really? First Pacifica picks on me because of my chest and now you pick on me because of that?" Mabel feigned being offended.

"Mabel, I know you enough to see when you're pretending." Dipper raised an eyebrow, knowing she was not upset at all.

"Then you know you can trust me on this." The brunette countered.

"Hmm, maybe you are right…. Alright. How do I get her to take off her shirt?" He said with a blush.

"Oh, um… I don't know. Try taking off your t-shirt first." She suggested.

"I already take off my t-shirt first!" Dipper was slightly amused by the poor advice.

"Then… don't take off your t-shirt first?" Mabel raised an eyebrow, since it seemed very obvious.

"That's stup—Wait… That might actually work!" he chuckled and facepalmed.

"See? I'm still the alpha twin! Now get in there and make Pacifica take off her shirt while I talk to Grunkle Stan!" The brunette demanded.

Dipper nodded slowly, slightly threatened by the determined way his sister had worded it. He got back to his shared bedroom and found Pacifica sat on the edge of his bed, rocking her legs back and forth and looking at him with a playful smile. Dipper saw that her shorts left lots of her thigh bare and that she was wearing long white socks to compensate the exposed skin. He had seen the heiress before in her swimsuit which revealed way more skin, but he thought that just the right amount of exposed skin was completely entrancing.

"Aren't you going to be a little cold in that? Not that I'm complaining." He quickly added with a blush.

"I thought that my dorky boyfriend would make use of his warm feet and sweaty hands to warm me up." She shrugged, pulling Dipper to sit beside her on the edge of his bed.

"He'll probably do that, but only once his energetic sister is asleep." Dipper looked warily over his shoulder towards the bedroom's door.

"Maybe he could give me something in advance." Pacifica waggled her eyebrows playfully and squeezed his hands. "You know, as an incentive."

Dipper smiled and landed a quick peck on Pacifica's lips. The heiress closed her eyes, ready to enjoy Dipper's caresses, but she didn't feel anything else. She opened her eyes again and he was just there staring at her.

"That's all?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"Oh! Uh… no?" Dipper leaned closer to kiss her again but Pacifica stopped him.

"Let me show you what I meant." She said as a predatory smile crept over her face.

Pacifica pounced on top of Dipper, squishing him on the mattress, pressing her lips zealously on his and plunging her tongue inside. Dipper yelped and began making 'mhmm' noises, thrashing with his arms and legs in surprise. He wrapped one around her back and the other landed with a soft smack on her exposed thig, squeezing it hard since he needed to breathe. Out of pure dumb's luck, that caused the heiress to moan and part her oral invasion, which stopped Dipper's thrashing and allowed them to hear the loud footsteps coming upstairs. Dipper's eyes widened and pushed Pacifica off himself. She quickly jumped backwards, landed on Mabel's bed and sat on the edge there, cleaning the saliva hanging from her mouth with the back of her hand. Both of them flushed crimson red at the prospect of being caught like that.

"Bad news, Pacifica!" Mabel entered the bedroom, bouncing happily. "Whoa, did something happen?"

"No." Both of them quickly lied.

Stan entered the bedroom behind his niece.

"Sorry kiddo, I sold the spare mattress for six hundred bucks two weeks ago."

"Who paid six hundred dollars for that old and terrible mattress?" The heiress was astonished.

"I don't know, some idiot probably. All I see are wallets when people offer me money." He shrugged. "You'll have to sleep with…" Stan's eyes widened when he realized for the first time how both kids were blushing and how there was a clear red handprint on Pacifica's thigh. "…Mabel. Definitely with Mabel."

"Sure. No problem." Pacifica realized her mistake too late and hid the handprint with her hand.

"Yay! Girl's sleepover!" Mabel quickly took off her sweater, since she wore her nightshirt already under it.

Stan stood in the doorframe, waiting for them to get in their beds to turn off the lights. Pacifica and Mabel got in her bed, but there was only one pillow. Dipper took a silky purple pillow that was on his bed and handled it to Pacifica with a flush of embarrassment. Then they all got ready to sleep, Mabel next to the wall and Pacifica on the other side, looking at Dipper.

"Keep an eye on these two, will you, pumpkin?" Stan looked at his niece, guessing that Pacifica would most probably switch beds once he left.

"Don't worry Grunkle Stan! I'll do the Mabel Wall." Mabel giggled.

The heiress yelped as the brunette grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over her body to the other side so that she faced the wall instead of Dipper and Mabel lay in between the two of them as a preventive wall.

"Let go of me!" Pacifica thrashed and wiggled her way out, attacking Mabel's armpits. The brunette burst into laughter and went for Pacifica's belly, in return causing the same effect on her.

"Um…" Stan scratched his temple, not sure anymore who would be best of the two twins to share a bed with the heiress. "I'll be back in a while to make sure everything is alright." He turned off the lights and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Pacifica crawled over Mabel to go to Dipper's bed, but Mabel grabbed her leg and prevented her from leaving.

"Wait. Grunkle Stan said he would be back." Mabel reminded the heiress.

"I don't think he'll be back." Pacifica countered, urging to get into Dipper's bed.

"We have all night, Princess. There is no need to rush anything." Dipper gave her a reassuring smile.

"Fine. I want extra hugging later then." She complied, getting back into Mabel's bed and facing Dipper.

"I can hug you in the meantime if you want, 'princess'." Mabel giggled and rested one arm over Pacifica's body.

"Don't call me that, but um… sure. I guess." Pacifica felt slightly uneasy at the idea, but she decided to give it a try since she had enjoyed hugging her before.

The heiress snuggled her back closer to Mabel and the brunette drew one arm over her body and hugged her. Pacifica knew instantly that it was not the same sensation. Mabel's hand was just draped over her, whereas Dipper's always pulled her against himself and stroked her skin idly. Mabel was neither trying to intertwine her legs with hers nor sliding her other arm under her body to pull her closer. Pacifica had to admit it was comfortable to feel her hand on her side, but it wasn't achieving the comfort Dipper always granted her with all their body contact when they spooned together. She sighed discreetly, slightly disappointed.

"Your hair is so silky!" Mabel patted it in awe.

Pacifica raised an eyebrow and then stared at Dipper. He was throwing jealous glares at his twin and Pacifica couldn't help but smirk. She rolled over and faced Mabel.

"Your brother doesn't like it when you stroke my hair." She whispered and looked at the brunette in the eyes.

"He gets jealous?" Mabel saw Pacifica nodding and giggled.

The brunette snuggled a little closer and got comfortable. Pacifica didn't stop smirking at her, and Mabel wasn't about to look away. Both former rivals began a staring contest, mere inches away from each other. Their smiles turned into grins when they realized there was not going to be a winner anytime soon.

Mabel liked Pacifica's eyes. They had certain sparkling of determination, as if the heiress could do anything she proposed herself to do, and Mabel found that admirable. She herself was somewhat like that, and she felt Pacifica and herself could be the greatest of friends if the heiress allowed it. Mabel however felt a little dizzy after a while and forgot all her inner inhibitions. She recognized this feeling, she had felt like it a few times before, and she raised her hand instinctively, trying to stroke Pacifica's cheek to display her newfound affection. The heiress grabbed her hand to stop her, losing the staring contest as her gaze was drawn towards Mabel's hand.

"You cheated!" Pacifica hissed and laughed at the brunette.

"I… um… yeah! You caught me!" Mabel tittered and flushed crimson red.

"Wait a second…"

Pacifica recognized the blush, since she had seen it in her twin brother thousands of times. She lowered her voice instantly, since Dipper couldn't hear what they were going to talk about under any circumstances.

"You meant to…?" The heiress said with her eyes widening in realization.

"I-I think I just crushed on… you, so… yes?" Mabel flushed even more and looked at her completely embarrassed.

"Oh. Well… This was… unexpected." Pacifica sighed since the situation had completely taken her off-guard.

The heiress had ended up being very fond of the brunette, but she could neither do that nor wanted to hurt her. Pacifica was in love with Dipper, and that only made the situation even worse because if she decided to give it a try with Mabel and Dipper ever found out, Mabel would feel bashful. Pacifica knew it was just a small one-sided crush. She hoped it was a small crush, since those things had solution.

"I'm sorry Mabel but I don't share your feelings." Pacifica murmured.

"I know…" She sighed and nodded very slowly. "Look, forget I said anything, okay? This is just me having my weekly crush on someone random." She waved her hand dismissively and giggled.

Pacifica couldn't help but sigh in complete relief.

"Can we…" Mabel added. "…be friends at least?"

The heiress couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. She had guessed what Mabel was feeling since she had been scared that Dipper would not reciprocate her feelings at the start, but she also knew what she would have liked in case Dipper rejected her.

"Better yet: We can be sisters." Pacifica brought her into a hug and kissed her cheek.

Mabel perked up on the spot, rejoicing in the embrace and wrapping her arms around Pacifica's back to hug her back. Pacifica appreciated that this time the hug wasn't strong enough for her to fear for her ribs. Once they parted, Mabel was smiling broadly just as usual.

"Boop." Mabel poked Pacifica's nose.

"Don't do that!" She giggled, poking her in the same spot.

Mabel quickly answered with another poke and there was soon a barrage of pokes in Mabel's bed, leaving both girls laughing heartily.

"I don't think Grunkle Stan is coming back." Mabel commented once their laughter ceased.

"Yeah, he was probably trying to mess with us." Dipper added from his bed.

"Well, I guess it's time for cuddling then." Pacifica giggled happily as she jumped from one bed to the other with her pillow in her hand, landing in Dipper's arms.

Pacifica quickly adjusted herself and nestled her back on his chest, sighing happily as Dipper wrapped his arms around her, one around her upper-chest above her breasts and the other around her belly, pulling her the closest he could. He began tracing the silky shirt, giving Pacifica caresses as he intertwined his legs with hers and pecked her scalp. Pacifica thought there couldn't be any other way of receiving more physical contact and she loved the feeling. She began stroking Dipper's forearm and squeezing the hand over her chest lovingly. She couldn't help but compare it with how Mabel had hugged her earlier, and she preferred Dipper's way more lustful way of hugging her. Thinking of Mabel made the heiress look at her and see how Mabel sighed and rolled onto her other side, giving them her back.

"Dipper…" Pacifica whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I need to do something important." She squeezed the hands wrapped around her body.

"Sure." He removed his hands and let her go.

Pacifica got up from the bed and went to her bag. She grabbed her plush llama toy Goldilocks and then walked up to Mabel and tapped her shoulder, making her roll over to face her. She still had a sad face.

"I want you to take care of Goldilocks for me."

"Really? But… Dipper won it for you!" Mabel countered, unsure if she should accept the gift.

"And now I'm giving it to you. I see you don't have any big plush toy." Pacifica placed the plush toy in her hands "She likes to have her hair stroked and to be hugged tightly because she feels cold and alone at night." She mumbled sadly, since that was in fact herself when she was lonely, but the heiress knew Mabel would appreciate the toy more than she would ever do.

"Thanks!" Mabel chirped, taking the plush llama in her arms and hugging it tightly. "I'm going to love her so much!" She giggled and buried her face in the toy to cuddle it.

"I know." Pacifica muttered at her choice of words and walked back to Dipper's bed. She slumped on it, lying on her back beside Dipper.

"You loved that toy. Why did you do that?" Dipper asked in a whisper.

"Because, as you once told me, when you receive a gift you have to give something in return. The shard of ice has melted and slipped through my fingers, but that doesn't mean that her shard has to melt and slip too." She sighed, sad at the loss of her favorite and only toy but happy for the brunette.

Dipper's eyes widened in realization.

"Mabel has a thing for y—?"

"Never tell her you know it, Dipper. She'd feel terrible." Pacifica interrupted him.

"I won't." He quickly reassured.

Dipper knew Mabel and he shared a lot of things, but it was not up to him to share Pacifica. He felt bad for his twin, since he knew how it felt to be rejected even if this was just a weekly crush. The boy noted mentally to never glare at Mabel again when she was with Pacifica and took a peek to see what she was doing. Mabel was happily petting the plush toy's blonde hair and hugging it tightly. Dipper felt a wave of relief wash over him and then looked back at Pacifica.

"Thank you, Princess. I'm so proud of what you have just done." He cupped her cheek and kissed her. "I'm very lucky to have you."

"Not as lucky as me. Thanks to you everything has changed to the better in my life." She smiled warmly, stroking the hand on her cheek with her own hand. "I was afraid I would end up with someone obnoxious chosen by my parents."

"I'm still luckier. If not for you, Mabel and I would have ended up apart and Stan and Ford would have kept their bickering." He countered, kissing her again.

"You're exaggerating." She snickered.

"I'm not. There was a rift between Mabel and me because of Great Uncle Ford's arrival. I didn't feel like talking to her and she didn't want to come monster hunting with me." He explained. "Then you appeared. I needed girl advice and Mabel wanted to play matchmaker, and we bonded once more. I love you, Pacifica, and because of that, Stan and Ford solved their differences. I'm the luckiest for having you, and I know we will be always together."

Pacifica gave a long and satisfied sigh, feeling as if someone had squeezed her heart very softly and lovingly. She pulled Dipper to lean on top of herself and kissed him. The heiress grabbed one of his hands in hers and traced it down her side, rejoicing in the touch. Then she began directing it along her belly towards her breast, willing to endure some small discomfort in order to grant him pleasure as a reward. The movement was so slow that Dipper didn't notice where it was headed until his hand was almost at its goal.

"Well, that speech definitely grants him the rights for some groping." Mabel giggled from her bed.

The couple stopped immediately. They had completely forgotten about Mabel halfway through their 'I'm luckier' talk and they had raised their voices, accidentally alerting the brunette, who had stopped stroking the toy and was looking at them in amusement.

"We'll wait until she's asleep." Pacifica whispered. "Cover us with the bed sheets."

They waited under the covers, Pacifica on her side and Dipper hugging her back, both of them with their eyes closed. Mabel grew bored eventually and rolled onto her other side, stroking the plush toy until she fell asleep with a smile.

"Is she asleep?" The heiress whispered.

"Shh." Dipper hushed her. He was trying to listen. After a few seconds, there was a small whistling sound in the bedroom. "Yes. That sound is her braces when she breathes through the mouth."

Pacifica rolled onto her other side and faced her boyfriend. She smiled broadly and landed a kiss on his nose. Seeing how Dipper was grinning, she began stroking his cheek with one hand while snuggling closer.

"Dipper… Tell me more beautiful things." She closed her eyes, wishing to have her heart squeezed again.

"Oh, um… wait." Dipper scratched the back of his head. A few minutes ago he had talked from the heart and he couldn't do that on command. "You are uh… gorgeous?"

Pacifica hummed appreciatively, rubbing her forehead on his chin and urging for him to continue.

"Hmm… I love you." Dipper continued, feeling surer of himself.

Pacifica sighed happily and pressed her body against his, her lips barely brushing Dipper's.

"More." She purred, her warm breath reaching Dipper's mouth. It smelled of cookies.

"We'll always be together." He whispered.

Pacifica pushed him gently to lie on his back and crawled on top of him, fixing her blue eyes on his hazel ones.

"Let's imagine it's not like that."

"What?" Dipper was confused.

"Let's imagine that I'm leaving tomorrow and we're not seeing each other again. Just for tonight for… fun." She smiled mischievously.

"Oh, roleplay." He reciprocated the smile. "Okay."

If they were going to play that, Dipper would like to be on top. He wrapped his arms around Pacifica and rolled with her, earning a yelp of surprise from the heiress. They had a glance at Mabel's bed to make sure she was still asleep and continued their caresses. Dipper dropped his weight on her body, squishing her on the mattress as he placed one leg between hers. Pacifica arched her back, throwing her head back and gasping at the amount of physical contact. She traced her hands along his back and pressed him closer against her body. Dipper began tracing a kissing line along her jawline and Pacifica giggled at the ticklish sensation. Then he went for her neck, gently suckling and nibbling the skin, careful not to leave any hickeys. The heiress felt a small pull on her lower belly that urged her to continue.

Her hands went from his back to his chest, pushing him to lean over her. She stuck out her tongue, waiting for Dipper to do what she liked, and he complied. Dipper opened his mouth and took her tongue inside, driving Pacifica crazy on the spot as he began lapping her muscle with his. When he felt her shudder in response, he stopped the flicking on his tongue and parted the kiss, sticking his own tongue out to fight for dominance. Both muscles bumped and entangled outside their mouths, Pacifica's tongue defending her mouth and Dipper's trying to invade it. Dipper won for the first time the tongue wrestle and happily slid it inside her mouth, swirling it around Pacifica's defeated tongue. She felt another pull in her lower belly and pushed Dipper away, panting slightly at the strange sensation. Dipper prompted himself on his elbows over Pacifica.

"Something wrong?" He asked, noticing how flushed she was.

"N-no. Push the covers away, Dipper. It's too hot in here." She fanned herself with her hand.

Dipper complied, getting off her and pushing the bed sheets down to the foot of the bed. Then he crawled back to his original position but Pacifica stopped him by pressing a hand on his chest. She stroked his skin through the cloth and licked her lips in anticipation.

"Take the t-shirt off." She whispered.

The sight of Pacifica licking her lips almost made Dipper forget his plan regarding clothing.

"How about… you take something off first?" He suggested awkwardly, uncertain at how she was going to react at it.

Pacifica raised an eyebrow and stared at him with a hint of surprise.

"I mean…" Dipper tittered and lost his cool. "It's not fair that I'm the only one removing clothing."

"I can remove a sock or both if that makes you feel better." Pacifica smirked.

"Actually… I thought in a shirt for t-shirt kind of thing." He flushed crimson red.

Pacifica gasped and reflexively covered her chest with her hands at the idea. Dipper only saw her moving her hands quickly, and he yelped and reflexively protected his face from any possible slapping. They both stared at each other's reactions for a few seconds with a bewildered face, and then burst into giggles, shushing each other so to avoid waking Mabel up.

"You know what? You're right." Pacifica smiled sultrily. "Take your t-shirt off and then I'll let you unbutton mine."

"The whole shirt?" Dipper's eyes bulged at the proposition.

"Of course, silly, but only the shirt. I'll drop it on the floor after you're done unbuttoning it and everything." Pacifica reassured.

Dipper didn't need any more reassurance. He knelt up and removed his t-shirt so hurriedly that there was a rip sound when the cloth tore on the hem. Pacifica giggled at his eagerness and spread her arms to grant him full access. Dipper unbuttoned the first button at the bottom of the shirt, then the second but, when he was at the third one, which would expose her bellybutton, his hands began to shake to the point that he was fidgeting rather than unbuttoning. He got stuck at the fifth button, two buttons under her breasts. Pacifica rolled her eyes and pushed his hands away, resuming the unbuttoning herself. She stared in amusement at how Dipper gulped and his eyes bulged out more after every button. Pacifica's eyes however bulged out too halfway through her unbuttoning while scanning his body for a completely different reason.

"Dipper… Whoa… I mean, that looks… uncomfortable." She flushed crimson red and pointed at Dipper's shorts.

There was the usual lifted tent, but bigger than usual and moving rhythmically to the point that Pacifica thought it would burst through the fabric any minute now. Even though the heiress felt mildly curious, she was also more certain now than ever that she was not ready for taking that step.

"I-I uh… yeah." Dipper tittered and lay on his side to hide his erection with the sheets. "It's… a little tight."

"I don't think you'll be able to 'readjust' it this time." Pacifica giggled. She had given lots of thoughts out of curiosity about how he did that and she had ended up guessing Dipper tucked it with the hem of his boxers. If that was the case, the heiress was pretty sure that it would not work this time.

"Probably not." Dipper cursed his hormones inwardly, but kept staring at her expectantly.

"Oh. Right. I forgot." Pacifica gave him an apologetic smile and resumed the unbuttoning. Once she was done, she threw shirt away and Dipper frowned at her.

"You are wearing a bra? I thought you took it off for sleeping." Dipper stared at the purple article of clothing, feeling slightly disappointed and cheated, but also completely entranced by all the revealed skin.

"I told you earlier." She smiled mischievously. "I don't plan on sleeping tonight."

Pacifica had planned since the start to end up in her bra, but having the chance to tease her boyfriend by letting him think otherwise was priceless for her. Her eyes landed on his exposed chest. Her hands, with a mind of their own, began tracing a line starting on Dipper's forearms, going up to his shoulders, then down along his sides to his belly and finally upwards, cupping his chest and squeezing it, causing goosebumps all over Dipper's body and earning a shuddering sigh from him.

The boy landed his hands on her thighs, wishing to reciprocate the pleasure he was receiving. He gave them a squeeze and then traced his hands upwards, one reaching her belly and the other going for her backside, cupping and squeezing a buttcheek gently. Pacifica gasped and snuggled a little bit closer to give him an easier access to her rear, feeling another pleasurable pull in her lower belly. Dipper stroked her belly and, much to his surprise, managed to seize a small flab and squeezed it.

"Wow. This is new." Dipper said with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Oh my gosh, is that mine!?" Pacifica quickly stopped the enjoyment of his chest and looked at her own belly. The heiress realized that, even though she had a flat belly, she was not as skinny as ten days ago.

"Yup." Dipper chuckled and began pulling and pinching the extra flesh, enjoying the feeling in his hand.

"Don't do that!" She slapped his hand away from her belly. "How did this happen? I've never been fat before!"

"C'mon, Pacifica. You're not fat. That's just a small flab." He raised an eyebrow, thinking she was overreacting. Dipper himself hadn't noticed it until he had landed his hands on her belly, since it was such a small flab that it was not noticeable on plain sight.

"I knew I was eating too many sweets…" She ignored him. "…and my father let me quit from tennis, so I'm mostly idle apart from some jogging now and then, which I wasn't allowed to since I was grounded." Pacifica babbled, worried about her own image.

"Princess, look." He grabbed her hand and guided it to his own belly. "I've got one too! You don't have to worry about that." Dipper smiled warmly to calm her, but Pacifica's hands went from his belly to his chest and squeezed it. It was firm.

"These last ten days you've been working out for me and I've been getting fat for you." She sighed with a feeling of guilt. "I even ate practically all the bowl Mabel brought! Speaking of which, how is that your sister isn't fat with those eating habits?"

"Because she bounces when she is happy." Dipper chuckled at such an easy question about his energetic sister.

"But she is always happy—Oh." She giggled at her obliviousness. "Anyway, I won't begin with volleyball until school starts so… I need a different sport in the meantime." Pacifica concluded, pondering about the multiple alternatives.

"If you need a new sport, I can take you mystery hunting every day." He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "But know that I don't mind that small flab. In fact, it is more Pacifica for me to love." Dipper pushed her gently to lie on her back and he leaned perpendicularly over her, kissing her belly very softly.

Pacifica felt another pull, slightly stronger than the previous ones, and gave a gentle tug at Dipper's hair to make him stop his caresses.

"Well… I guess I'm… growing up and I could use the extra calories and stuff…" She perked up, seeing the positive side of the situation.

"Speaking of growing, I'd say your um… They are bigger too." He flushed crimson red and pointed at Pacifica's purple bra.

"You think so? Now that you mention it, I felt my bra slightly tighter yesterday, but I don't know…" The heiress cupped her breasts in her hands through the bra. She was neither flat nor big, but she was big enough to fill her own hands, and Dipper gulped.

"I-can-help." He babbled, the sight of Pacifica cupping her own chest being too much for the boy.

Dipper extended one trembling hand warily towards his goal and Pacifica gave a reluctant sigh and removed her hands from her chest to let him try. Dipper cupped her breast through the bra very gently, trying not to make her uncomfortable, but Pacifica quivered nonetheless and pushed his hand away.

"Well?" She looked at him expectantly, covering her bra with her forearms.

"Definitely a little bigger." He nodded.

"That's what I thought, but how do you know?" Pacifica asked curiously, since Dipper barely had any experience with her chest.

"I don't know, but it felt a little better than last time." Dipper smirked.

"Seriously? I'll give you 'I-can-help'." Pacifica glared at her boyfriend and reached for his nipples, twisting and pressing them.

"Ah—Oh! D-don't do that!" He yelped loudly scooted away from her.

"W-what's going on?" Mabel was awakened by the loud yelp and rolled onto her other side, facing the couple now with the plush toy still in her arms. The moment she saw Pacifica in her underwear and Dipper in his shorts, the brunette blushed slightly. "Um… you two need some privacy?"

"No!" Both of them yelped and flushed even redder.

Pacifica pulled the bed sheets over their bodies and Dipper lay on his back, squeezing his own chest awkwardly. The boy thought that, if that was what Pacifica partially felt when he tried to touch her breasts, he couldn't blame her for not letting him do so.

Mabel stared at them with an amused smile and hoped to get some teasing material, but Pacifica had her eyes fixed on hers, waiting for the brunette to fall asleep. Dipper recovered from the abuse of her sensible skin and rolled onto his side to snuggle on Pacifica's back.

Pacifica gasped for several reasons. Firstly, there was a strong pull in her lower belly when she felt Dipper's bare chest pressing against her almost bare back. Secondly, he had wrapped his arms around her belly and was squeezing her now easy to grab skin and that flab she hated so much. Thirdly and last, he made a kissing line from her shoulder to her neck, pushing away the covers to expose her body. Pacifica was about to remind Dipper about his sister, but there was already a whistling sound in the bedroom. Mabel had fallen asleep again.

The heiress rolled onto her other side, pushed Dipper to lie on his back, and then straddled his thigh. She moved her mouth to his chest, kissing and nibbling his skin. Dipper hummed in pleasure, stroking Pacifica's sides with his hands and squeezing her to make her give some appreciative humming as well. She began feeling soft pull after pull in her lower belly and panted slightly, the sensation becoming unbearable as her heart started racing. Dipper prompted on his elbows and leaned closer in an attempt to kiss her. Pacifica decided to ignore the pulls in her lower belly for now and leaned forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her chest against his as she kissed Dipper deeply.

Their tongues danced outside their mouths until Dipper gave in and Pacifica began the oral exploration. Then he smirked and gave a hard slurp to her tongue, earning a moan from the heiress. She pulled her tongue out and bit Dipper's lower lip, making him raise his arms to hug her and causing both of them to slump on the bed. Pacifica bumped and practically bounced on Dipper's chest which caused a pull too many on her lower belly for the heiress.

"W-wait, wait… I c-can't go on…" She panted heavily in excitement, getting off Dipper and collapsing beside him.

"What's wrong?" Dipper asked worriedly, thinking he could have harmed her somehow.

"I feel… not bad, but… weird. Let me catch my breath for a minute." She continued panting and fanning herself with one hand.

Dipper scanned the heiress to see what was wrong with her. Pacifica's blush had extended to her bare shoulders and she was wiggling, clenching and rubbing her thighs together. While one hand was fanning her, the other was pressing her lower belly awkwardly.

"Oh." Dipper's eyes widened in realization.

The boy recognized her gestures very well from that time he had been studying 'instructive cinematography' of the female body and Mabel had teased him for a week when she found out about his browser history. Pacifica's choice of words, however, made him ask.

"By… 'weird', you mean you don't know what's happening?"

"I'm not stupid, Dipper." She gave him a glare. "I know this has something to do with your sweaty chest… right?" The glare was ruined by the doubtful tone in her voice and by how the blush on her face and shoulders deepened in color.

"Hmm… More or less." Dipper was astonished at the idea of knowing more of the female body than Pacifica, which inevitably caused him to reach the conclusion that he would need to act responsibly. He grabbed her shirt, which had landed on the bedpost, and handled it to her. "Put this on. I think we should stop for tonight."

"No, just a little more." Pacifica shook her head and stroked Dipper's forearm. "I think it stopped now."

The boy threw her shirt back to the bedpost and spread his arms wide open. Pacifica smiled broadly since she knew already what that meant. He was going to love her the way she enjoyed so much. The heiress crawled on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding one leg in between his as Dipper embraced her. She rested her forehead against his and brought a hand from his hair to his face, stroking his features while staring into his eyes. Dipper began to smile nervously under her constant stare, stroking her back lovingly with his hands.

"What?" He asked, reciprocating Pacifica's broad smile.

"I love you." She whispered, stroking his cheek.

"I love you more." Dipper replied, pecking her lips.

"I do more." She giggled, brushing her nose with his.

"No, I do." Dipper chuckled, pecking the tip of her nose.

"Are we really playing that silly game?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"You can always surrender." He smirked and attempted to roll and place himself on top.

"Nope." Pacifica knelt up and held Dipper pinned Dipper's shoulders on the bed.

The heiress grabbed Dipper's hands and placed them on her sides, making him support her weight while her hands began to smother his face in caresses. He smiled at every gentle stroke of his cheek, chin and forehead, and lowered Pacifica slowly to his chest. She felt Dipper wanted to have his hands free and extended her legs, dropping her weight on his body and gasping at the amount of physical contact. Dipper wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her very softly, playing with her lower lip. Pacifica smiled and flicked her tongue on his upper lip, earning a chuckle at the ticklish sensation. They rolled onto their sides and intertwined their legs to increase the physical contact. Pacifica stopped the kissing immediately and wrapped her arms around Dipper, pulling him closer.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"For what?" Dipper rubbed his cheek on hers.

"I said earlier that we pretended this was our last night together to make it more exciting but… I don't want that to happen. I don't even want to imagine it. I want to be with you." Pacifica reciprocated the friction of her cheek against his.

"Don't worry, Princess. We'll be together because…" He paused to make a dramatic effect.

"…yes?" The heiress urged for him to continue, pulling her head back and facing him.

"…because I love you more." Dipper chuckled, concluding their previously started game.

"Seriously? Are we still playing that silly game?" She raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Pacifica was about to pinch him playfully but Dipper brought her into another tight embrace, rocking her slightly in his arms. She sighed happily and buried her face in the crook of his neck, hoping to stay like that forever. They remained in each other's arms for several minutes, Dipper rocking her and stroking her back all the time, but Pacifica's wish to stay in his arms didn't last long.

The lack of movement, and clothing, quickly made Pacifica shiver slightly due to the night's chill. It was a cold night after all. She broke the embrace and noticed how her socks had fallen from her knees to her ankles. Pacifica bent down and pulled her socks back up to her knees. However, on her way back to lying straight on the bed, she accidentally brushed Dipper's thigh and groin with the back of her hands. Dipper reacted by gasping and shuddering, closing his eyes in ecstasy, whereas Pacifica looked at him with an amused expression.

"Whoa… I mean, Dipper! Your face is like…" She made an imitation of his face, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in pleasure, and then she burst into giggles.

"Yeah, um… Don't do that again." He felt his cheeks flaming up in embarrassment.

"Did you really like it so much? I barely brushed it!" Pacifica stared at the tent in his shorts, as if expecting to receive an answer from there instead.

"I… don't want to talk about that." Dipper's blush darkened in color.

"Well, I do." Pacifica rested her hands on his chest and stared into his eyes, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity. "The night before the boat trip you made me feel amazing, and I thought that maybe I could… return the favor?"

Dipper's eyes bulged out as Pacifica lowered one hand to his thigh and began stroking it.

"I-I don't think that's a good idea…" Dipper giggled nervously and glanced over Pacifica's shoulder. Mabel was of course still there. "Princess, we really can't do that here or now."

"Why not? Can't you like, when you're about to finish, go to the bathroom for… you know, spurt-spurt?"

If the sound wasn't descriptive enough, Pacifica also made explosion gestures with her hands which only made Dipper flush redder. Dipper was at a loss of words. Under any other circumstances, he'd be joyful they were making progress physically, but he didn't want to do that precisely now.

Meanwhile Dipper hesitated and pondered, Pacifica moved the hand on his thigh to his groin and pressed the tent on his shorts. Dipper shuddered in pleasure but pushed her hand away.

"Stop." He raised the covers to protect his arousal from being touched again.

"You didn't like it?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"Princess…" Dipper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of all the moments we had to do this, you really had to choose now? Mabel is sleeping right there!"

Pacifica turned to look at the brunette, and then turned back to Dipper.

"She's still asleep." She shrugged. "I don't see the problem."

"Regardless, I can't do it, okay?" Dipper snapped.

"Okay." Pacifica quieted down and felt confused. She, after all, had only wanted to return the favor. "How about hugging then? Can you do hugs, or Mabel bothers you for that too?" She smirked.

"Yes, I can do hugs." Dipper smiled and rolled his eyes. He reached to pull her into a hug, but Pacifica stopped him.

"Ah-ah-ah!" She pressed her hand on his chest. "Roll over. Only I am allowed to hug here."

Dipper shrugged and complied. Pacifica then snuggled on his back and hugged him. She rubbed his belly idly, still curious at what she had been denied.

"So, you liked it or not?" She whispered.

"I loved it." Dipper grinned.

Pacifica sighed happily and rested her face against his shoulder, ready to fall asleep.

"I'm glad you're not the only one who can do magic with the hands." She murmured to herself, wishing she could have that dream tonight again.

"What?" Dipper's ears had perked up at the mention of magic.

"Nothing." Pacifica smirked and rubbed his belly up and down. "Just that I want to go to sleep."

Dipper mumbled something and decided that, even though he was in a relationship now, he still didn't understand women. He squeezed Pacifica's hand and pulled it up to his mouth to kiss it softly, then leaving it back on its original place. Pacifica reciprocated his caresses with a peck on his shoulder, burying her face in his chocolate locks. They spooned together for a while, the only sound in the bedroom being Mabel's soft whistles when she breathed through the braces. Pacifica was about to fall asleep, but then they heard it: Footsteps. Loud and heavy footsteps coming upstairs to the attic.

"Stan!" Both of them yelped at the same time and broke from the embrace.

Pacifica jumped out of Dipper's bed and he threw her shirt at her. Dipper failed to find his own t-shirt and covered his chest with the bed sheets while Pacifica gave up on buttoning up the shirt and began shaking Mabel to wake her up.

"Mabel! Mabel! Make room for me, quick!" She asked desperately.

Mabel woke up only to find Pacifica in her underwear shaking her up and pushing her to get under the bed sheets. The brunette flushed slightly red, but made room for her. Pacifica quickly raised the bed sheets up to her neck and pretended to be asleep.

"Um… what are you doing?" Mabel rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not asleep. She glanced at her brother over Pacifica and noticed her was also covered up to his neck in the bed sheets.

"Stan is coming upstairs to check on us!" Pacifica hissed.

"Uh-huh." The brunette lifted the covers to have a peek under them. "Yeah, he shouldn't catch you like this in Dipper's bed." She giggled.

"Shh! He's almost here!"

Stan had finished watching 'The Duchess approves' and headed to the attic bedroom to check on the kids before going to sleep. The old wood steps creaked under his weight, but he was certain he had heard movement in the room too. When he opened the door, he saw in the night's dim light how Dipper was apparently sleeping in his bed, and Mabel and Pacifica in the other bed. However, there was something off: Pacifica's head was lower than Mabel's. A second scan of the bedroom made him realize that Pacifica's purple pillow was in Dipper's bed.

"Don't pretend you are asleep." Stan sighed and rolled his eyes. "You forgot to grab the pillow."

Dipper and Pacifica's faces flushed red, but they kept the act and didn't move.

"Mabel, you said you'll keep an eye on them. I can't trust you anymore?" Stan glared at his niece.

"I tried but they bribed me!" The brunette stopped her act and showed her Grunkle the plush toy.

"Great." Pacifica sighed in defeat.

"Go get your pillow and don't make me come every hour to check on you." Stan said in a tired voice and turned on the lights. The only thing in his mind at the moment was going to sleep.

Dipper grabbed Pacifica's pillow and tossed it towards Mabel's bed. However, he was sore from working out earlier in the day, and the toss was weak and lacked strength, causing the pillow to fall in between both beds on the floor.

"C'mon, Pacifica. Pick it up so that I can turn off the lights." Stan yawned.

The couple's eyes widened, since none of them could get up and take the pillow without revealing their partial nudity.

"Um… I kinda can't leave the covers right now." Pacifica mumbled and Mabel giggled, accentuating the heiress' blush.

"Me neither." Dipper added, his gaze everywhere but on his Grunkle.

Stan's eyes widened in realization.

"Oh my gosh, Dipper! I gave you the bird and the bees talk a month ago!"

"What? No, you didn't!" Dipper countered and Mabel flushed red, since it was her who had received it in Dipper's body. "Besides, we did nothing!" He pushed the covers to show that he was still wearing his shorts.

"Why do I have to deal with this?" Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's up to you. If I catch you again switching beds, I'm telling her father." He threatened.

"We'll behave!" Both of them squeaked at the same time.

"Good." He turned off the lights and left.

Pacifica groaned, got up from bed and put on the shirt she had been hiding. Once her partial nudity was covered and, since she had been denied the fun that night, she removed her bra through the collar of her shirt, took her pillow and slumped back on Mabel's bed. She then felt something fluffy nudging the side of her head.

"Wanna hug Goldilocks?" Mabel offered her the plush toy with a smile.

"Thanks." Pacifica grabbed the plush toy in her arms and squeezed it. She felt cheered and smiled after a while, giving it back to Mabel.

"You can't smack lips with Dipper, but… you can play something with me if you want." The brunette suggested, her sleepiness completely faded away.

"I guess. What do we play?" Pacifica sat up cross-legged.

Mabel sat up in front of her and grabbed her hand, curling her fingers and locking their hands together.

"1-2-3-4, I declare a thumb war!" She cheered and began to wrestle Pacifica's thumb.

The heiress squealed since she hadn't seen that coming, and began to compensate her surprise by twisting and bending her wrist to add some strength to her attempts to trap Mabel's thumb, but both girls were similar in strength and agility. Whenever Pacifica trapped Mabel's thumb, she would get free in time and the same would happen the other way around. Unwilling to lose since her competitive vein had already kicked in, Pacifica held Mabel's arm in place with her free hand and trapped her thumb hard.

"1-2-3! I win!" Pacifica let go of her hand and yelled jubilantly.

"You counted too fast! It's not fair!" Mabel tried to sound upset, but she was smiling broadly.

"Hey! I'm the sore loser, not you!" The heiress burst into giggles. "Wanna play something different?"

"Sure!" The brunette chirped.

Dipper rolled onto his side to see what the girls were doing, alerted by the sudden sound of giggling. They were sat face to face, Mabel with her palms up and Pacifica with her hands above hers. Mabel flipped her hand really quickly and slapped Pacifica's hand. The heiress looked surprised by the brunette's speed, but Dipper chuckled. His sister made use of her hands almost every day in her arts and craft's projects and her hands were skilled and fast.

After a few more failures, Pacifica managed to remove her hand in time and Mabel slapped herself hard, wincing on the spot. The heiress giggled and positioned her palms up now. It was her turn to be the slapper in the game of Red Hands. Pacifica feigned a movement and Mabel removed her hands too early, receiving a hard slap when she placed them back over Pacifica's. Pacifica was not as fast as Mabel, but she was smarter and meaner, and she was making the most use of that. After a couple more rounds of switching roles, they rubbed their own red hands, having suffered enough the drawbacks of the funny game. Dipper chuckled at them and Mabel noticed her brother for the first time.

"Pacifica, give me your hand."

Pacifica complied and Mabel began to trace letters on her palm with her finger until she formed a sentence. It took her time, but Pacifica didn't mind. They had all night after all.

"Really?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow once she put all letters together.

Dipper looked at them in confusion.

"Yup." The brunette giggled.

Pacifica shrugged and began tracing on Mabel's palm the answer to the question. Once she was done, Mabel traced another question, and Pacifica answered the same way. After that one, Mabel burst into laughter to the point she rolled on the bed.

"What have you told her?" Dipper asked with a curious smile.

"Um…" The heiress blushed slightly.

"So, Dipper. How is it? Like this?" Mabel interrupted her. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in pleasure in an imitation of her brother.

Dipper's eyes widened and felt as if his cheeks had caught fire.

"I-I… I'm going to sleep." He rolled and gave his back to the girls, hiding his flushed face.

"Come oooon, bro-bro! Don't be mad!" Mabel whined playfully from her bed and Dipper groaned in response. "Come here and play with us! I'm sure there won't be a problem with Grunkle Stan as long as I'm in the same bed." She suggested.

"The three of us don't fit in that bed." He countered.

"Then why don't we…" Mabel began to say.

"…push them together!" Dipper finished her sentence, realizing how simple the loophole to Stan's rule was.

After a few minutes of struggling with the heavy wooden bed base carrying it along with the mattress, the three of them managed to place Dipper's bed next to Mabel's, forming a double bed. Mabel was perhaps the happiest of them, bouncing on bed at the idea of having a sleepover in the same bed. Pacifica on the other hand made sure to hide Dipper's t-shirt discreetly under the bed, unwilling to have her view of the shirtless boy spoiled.

The three of them sat in a circle on the mattresses and brainstormed about what to play.

"I'm not playing hand games with Dipper." Pacifica quickly declined the idea, earning a questioning look from the boy. "You are stronger than us. It wouldn't be fair." She clarified.

"Dipper isn't stronger than me." Mabel shook her head in disagreement.

"I don't know, I'd say he is." Pacifica feigned doubting about it and squeezed Dipper's upper arm.

"I call for an arm wrestle then!" Mabel grabbed a cardboard box from the floor and placed it on the bed to act as a table. "C'mon, Dipper. I'm going to humiliate you."

"Uh… I don't really want to do this." Dipper rubbed his arm and shoulders. "I'm a little sore."

"I'll massage that soreness later." Pacifica encouraged him, tracing her hands up and down Dipper's arms.

"Oh, um… Okay." His voice cracked.

Dipper and Mabel placed their bent elbows on the box and gripped their hands. Once Pacifica gave the go, Mabel began pulling Dipper's arm, trying to pin him to the box. Dipper, much to his own surprise, found out that he could easily counter her, and he began pulling Mabel's arm progressively to the other side.

Mabel's eyes widened in horror when she realized that her brother was way stronger than her. She gave Pacifica a distressed look, and the heiress smiled and wrapped her arms around Dipper's chest, burying her face in his neck and nuzzling it. Dipper shuddered in pleasure and lost his focus, which allowed Mabel to win.

"Yes! I won!" The cheerful brunette yelled jubilantly. "Alpha Twin! Alpha Twin!"

"That wasn't fair! I want a rematch!" Dipper protested, wiggling out of Pacifica's grip.

"C'mon, don't be a sore loser. I won fair and square!" Mabel giggled and poked Dipper on the chest. "Besides, you want a rematch, or you want Pacifica to kiss you again, huh?"

"Well…" Dipper flushed. "Okay, I'm fine with just the second one."

Pacifica giggled and pecked Dipper's cheek. She was about to spice the kissing up when her mouth was caught in a yawn. The heiress was beginning to feel sleepy, something she should have felt way earlier since it was already very late in the night. She lay on her side and patted the bed behind herself, beckoning for Dipper to hug her. He happily complied and snuggled on her back. Then she looked at Mabel. The cheerful brunette was on her back, holding Goldilocks above herself and talking to the plush toy.

"What do you think they are going to do when we are asleep, Goldilocks?" Mabel asked curiously and then answered to herself with a higher octave. "I don't know, Mabel. Maybe it's something dirty!"

The brunette gasped and looked at the toy with a raised eyebrow.

"Dirty… like what?" She asked doubtfully and then answered herself again with the high pitched voice. "Maybe Dipper will ask Pacifica to grab and stroke up and down his—"

"Mabel!" Dipper snapped, his face turning completely red in embarrassment.

"—sore arms?" Mabel turned to look amusedly at his brother.

"You guys are too much fun." Pacifica giggled and beckoned for Mabel to come closer. "Do you want a goodnight hug?"

Mabel grinned from ear to ear. She never said no to hug, and she liked this new affectionate Pacifica. The cheerful brunette went to hug her, but Dipper had a pretty good grasp on Pacifica to the point of being pressed to the millimeter to her back. Mabel couldn't slide her hands around her back to hug her.

"Dipper!" Mabel whined. "Leave some Pacifica for me to hug!" She poked his face over Pacifica's shoulder.

"Nope. I'm way too comfortable to move right now. Actually…" He smirked, unbuttoned the bottom of Pacifica's shirt and hugged her bared midriff. "…now I'm too comfortable to move."

"C'moooooon!" Mabel pinched Dipper's cheek and pulled at it.

"Ah—Ow! Mabel! Stop that!" He slapped her hand away.

Pacifica stared amusedly at how both twins argued and wrestled. Mabel was however losing the playful wrestle. She frowned at her brother and stared at the couple pensively. A smile full of malice spread over her face as an idea crossed her mind. Mabel reached for Pacifica's exposed belly and tickled the skin between Dipper's fingers. The heiress giggled and shuddered, sending a buzzing to all of Dipper's front side. The boy's eyes bulged out and he parted the embrace and rolled onto his other side, giving his back to the girls.

"Dipper?" Pacifica glanced at him over her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yes!" Dipper's voice cracked.

"Bah, don't worry about him." Mabel waved her hand dismissively. "He'll be okay. He just needs to 'calm down'." She giggled and did air quotes.

"Oh." Clarity dawned on the heiress, and she found amusing how easy it was to cause her boyfriend an erection.

Mabel finally hugged Pacifica and gave a happy sigh when the heiress squeezed her in her arms. For the cheerful brunette, it was a delight. She thought Pacifica and she had so many things in common she'd love that they become best friends.

They parted the hug, Mabel grabbed her plush llama toy and Dipper went back to hugging Pacifica. The couple now however stared at Mabel expectantly. Their sleepiness had faded away, and would like to have some privacy again.

"What?" Mabel noticed their piercing stares. "Oh, no. I'm not falling asleep until I see you're sleeping too." She yawned. "I don't want you waking me up again when Dipper…"

And Mabel fell asleep like a trunk.

"That was easy." Pacifica commented amusedly.

"Of course." Dipper snickered. "She's bouncing nonstop all day because you were coming for a sleepover, and later you ate most of her sugar intake. She just doesn't have any more energy to go on."

"Mhm." Pacifica felt him caressing her belly, and she rolled over to face him. "Now, where were we?" She smiled mischievously.

Dipper cupped her cheeks in both hands and began kissing her repeatedly as they both chewed each other's lips. Pacifica's hands pushed Dipper's off her face, asking him to explore her body. His hands went downwards, one along her side and the other through her cleavage, making sure to brush Pacifica's breasts through the clothes just a little bit so to avoid upsetting her. Dipper knew that she would eventually get used to the touch and remove her rule.

The boy rolled her shirt up just enough to expose her midriff completely and landed both hands on it, pressing her flesh with his palms and stroking it with his thumbs. Pacifica broke the kiss to give a mixture of a happy sigh and a small moan, resuming the chewing of his lips afterwards. Dipper wished to increase the amount of skin caressed and one of his hands traveled along her side, finally resting on her exposed thigh. He began to multitask, squeezing Pacifica's bare skin with both hands simultaneously as he closed his eyes, picturing wonderful images in his mind where she wore nothing. Dipper soon felt his head spinning and lost the pace of his kissing. Pacifica noticed the disorganized kissing and parted to look at his face, seeing how her boyfriend was completely flushed red.

"Um…" Pacifica was slightly amused. "Something wrong, Dipper?"

"Huh?" Dipper was quickly snapped out of his daydreaming, looking at a fully clothed Pacifica in front of him. "N-no! Of course not! It's not like I was picturing you naked or anything." He tittered.

"Really?" Pacifica chortled and pushed him to lie on his back. "Do the Dipper chair. I owe you a massage."

Dipper smiled nervously and nodded. He lay back, his legs bent and his erection carefully trapped in between his thighs to avoid poking the heiress. Pacifica straddled his lower belly and drummed her fingers on Dipper's chest. When it came to massages, she actually had no idea of how to apply them; she had only received them after all. She decided to massage Dipper carefully, since a badly applied massage could be painful.

Pacifica swept her hands to the top of his shoulders and began squeezing them lightly to loosen them up. She made use of the pads in her fingertips and thumbs to ease Dipper's tension, seeing with satisfaction how he closed his eyes and hummed in pleasure. Having achieved the desired effect, Pacifica smiled and traced her hands down to below his collarbones, pressing his clavicle with her thumbs and indexes gently. Dipper moaned softly and grabbed her forearms to stop her.

"Did it hurt?" Pacifica warily stopped.

"No, it feels great." Dipper tried to pull her closer for a kiss.

"Wait there, lover boy." She giggled and pressed a hand on his chest to stop him. "Massage comes first."

Feeling more confident, Pacifica drew her hands to each side of Dipper's chest. She pressed her palms on it and began doing circular motions, rubbing his breastbone with her thumbs every time she completed a circle with her hands. The heiress noticed Dipper smirking at her, and she couldn't help but ask.

"What?"

"Will you let me do this to you later?" Dipper snickered.

"The chest massage?"

"Well, in your case…" Dipper flushed red. "…a breast massage."

"Seriously?" She giggled and covered her chest with her forearms. "You only love me because of my breasts."

"And the money. Don't forget about the money." He played along, wrapping his arms around Pacifica and rolling with her so that both of them lay on their sides.

Both of them giggled and resumed their previous chewing of each other's lips. Pacifica smiled with malice, something Dipper didn't see since his eyes were closed while they kissed. The heiress had touched all of Dipper's body but one spot that night, and she was wondering if he had worked that out as well. Her hands swept along Dipper's back in a downwards long stroke, sliding inside his shorts and boxers. She grabbed his buttcheeks and gave them a good squeeze.

Dipper yelped loudly in surprise and pulled back, startling Mabel who woke up and jumped into a badly executed karate stance on top of the bed.

"W-what's going on!? The gnomes!? Gideon!?" She yelled, looking around the room for any possible threat.

"Relax, Mabel. It's was me." Pacifica snickered. "I was just making sure something was just as I remembered it."

"And was it?" Dipper glared at her slightly, rubbing his rear to ease the feeling left by the hard squeeze.

"Yup. Firm and soft, just like I remember." She smiled mischievously.

"Can we go to sleep now?" Mabel protested, rubbing her eyes in tiredness. "This is the third time you woke me up this night."

"Okay, sorry. Let's go to sleep." Pacifica lay on her back and both twins lay on their sides looking at her. "Hug me."

"You mean, both of us?" Mabel asked warily.

"Yeah." Pacifica closed her eyes and opened her arms to receive the twins.

"I… don't think this is a good idea, Pacifica." Dipper rubbed his neck and lowered his gaze.

"Why not?" Pacifica glanced first at Dipper and then at Mabel. She was behaving just as awkwardly, tracing circles on the bed sheets with her forefinger "Oh, c'mon. We're just going to hug! I thought siblings hugged all the time."

"I don't hug Mabel the same way I hug you." Dipper flushed red.

"Yeah." Mabel added. "That'd be awkward."

"I'm not asking you to hug her in the way you hug me." Pacifica pinched the bridge of her nose, a gesture she shared with her father. "Why is this so difficult to understand?"

"Explain it to us." Dipper grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"How do I put this…" Pacifica pondered for a few seconds. "Have you two ever been apart from each other for a long time?"

"Yes." Both of them replied, remembering the trouble they had when they fought over the new room in the Shack and accidentally switched bodies for a day.

"And how was it?" Pacifica asked.

"Very lonely." Dipper sighed.

"Bad." Mabel agreed.

"Terrible." Both of them added.

"Now imagine you have never had anybody, but then you have each other for… let's say a week, and after that you are apart again for ten days. How would you feel when you are back together again for the eleventh day?" Pacifica asked with both eyebrows raised.

"Oh." Both twins said at unison in realization.

"Yeah, pretty much like that." She smiled faintly and squeezed Dipper's hand back. "I need you as my boyfriend." She turned to Mabel. "And I need you as my best friend! I… never had a best friend before like you, and I thought it would be nice that we hugged for sleep." She gave Mabel a lopsided smile. Pacifica knew this was asking a little too much given she was the current target of Mabel's weekly crushes.

"I can do that." Mabel nodded. "Let's give it a try."

"Sure." Dipper agreed.

Pacifica smiled and pulled both twins to hug her sides. Dipper draped one arm over her belly and Mabel rested another over her upper-chest. Both twins cuddled Pacifica the best they could and she felt an instant sensation of warmth all over her body at the feeling of closeness. The heiress grinned from ear to ear and felt as if something she had been missing all her life had just been suddenly given to her. She felt family affection, and she was in bliss. Her body relaxed completely and fell fast asleep.

"Is she asleep?" Mabel whispered after a few seconds.

"I think so." Dipper raised his head and checked. Pacifica was even snoring lightly.

"Time to grab the boobs then!" Mabel cupped Pacifica's breast in her hand and jiggled it a little. "Heh, wow. She really didn't wear any padding."

"Mabel!" Dipper hissed.

"What? I was just checking if she was asleep or just pretending." Mabel sat up and rubbed her chin. "You know, I thought this thing of sleeping cuddled up together would be sweet and all, but I changed my mind after her shoulder began jabbing my face."

"Yeah. Her hand was also close to my um… private area." Dipper flushed and sat up too, thinking that the three of them hugging was not as comfortable as it had sounded at first.

"Welp. Good night, bro-bro." Mabel picked up the plush llama toy and cuddled it up, closing her eyes and getting ready to fall asleep.

"Um…" Dipper looked around himself, feeling slightly awkward. "We don't have a spare pillow or another big plush toy for me to hug, do we?"

"No…" Mabel smiled faintly. All her plush toys had to be small so that they fit in her bag. "Buuuuut, you can hug Pacifica!" She cheered.

"I don't want to risk waking her up." Dipper sat cross-legged. "She looks so…"

"Peaceful?" Mabel finished his sentence, sitting up as well.

"Yes." He smiled and began stroking Pacifica's hair lovingly.

"Dipper, I…" Mabel lowered her gaze and Dipper knew immediately what she was going to tell him. The boy psyched himself up to look surprised. "I kinda may or may not have a… thing for your girlfriend." She began babbling and finished mumbling.

"Oh! I didn't know you were…" Dipper was about to say something absurd in his attempt to sound surprised and thought back in time when Mabel looked at him. "I mean, I don't have a problem if you like girls, it's alright!" He tittered.

"It's not that I like girls all of a sudden. It's just… Pacifica. She is so…" Mabel rolled her wrist and made an elaborating gesture with her hand.

"Resolved?" Dipper suggested.

"Yes! And she always looks like she is in a great need of…" Mabel got stuck with her words once more.

"Love?" He smiled broadly, since all that was what had made him fall for Pacifica.

"Yes…" She sighed.

"So… how big is this thing you have for her? Because… you know." Dipper squirmed awkwardly. The situation was complicated.

"In the romancemeter…" Mabel pondered, doing the measures with her hands. "I'd say above Norman, but way below Mermando." Then she sighed dreamily. "Ah, Mermando… His hair was so pretty!"

"Are you seriously comparing Pacifica to gnomes?" Dipper glared at her jokingly.

"I liked Norman before he turned out to be gnomes!" Mabel countered with a giggle, slightly more relaxed when she saw that her brother was laughing too. "We don't have a rule regarding this situation, right?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"I don't think we have ever been in this situation before." Dipper cupped his own chin and thought about their past adventures together. "Do we really need a rule for this, though?"

"Nah, I'll probably have a crush on someone else next week." She shrugged. "But I didn't like how Pacifica has taken it."

"Huh?" Dipper looked at his sister in bewilderment. From his point of view, there wasn't a better way of taking the situation. Pacifica hadn't reciprocated her feelings, but they had stayed as close friends regardless.

"Do you think she is doing all the hugging and stuff out of pity for me? I wouldn't like that." Mabel turned serious all of the sudden. "Tell me, Dipper. You know her better; you know when she is lying. Was she hugging me out of pity?"

"Well… she commented yesterday that you needed a boyfriend." Dipper rubbed the back of his head. "But even then I don't think she does all the hugging out of pity for you, Mabel. I think it's genuine." He began stroking Pacifica's cheek with his hand. "The little she has told me about her childhood sounds… very lonely and sad. I think she just wants a close friend."

"Then Pacifica… is secretly the hugging type?" Mabel's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the heiress as if she saw her for the first time.

"I guess so. Yeah, she is somewhat like you, but instead of hugging everyone she just hugs people close to her." He shrugged.

"Oh my gosh! Then there is no problem at all!" Mabel suddenly perked up. "We are going to be the best of friends!" The cheerful brunette began bouncing happily on the mattress, which inevitably awoke Pacifica slightly.

"Mmm." Pacifica protested and rolled onto her side. The heiress smiled broadly when she felt someone hugging her back and a pair of arms wrapping around her belly. Then she realized they were not Dipper's and she shot her eyes opened.

"Whoa, Paz. You have gained weight." Mabel commented nonchalantly, giggling and grabbing her extra flesh.

"Mabel! That's mine!" Dipper quickly protested, annoyed about anybody else touching his favorite part of Pacifica's body.

"Sorry, bro-bro but I got here first, and finder keepers!" She replied in a singing fashion.

Dipper was about to pull at Mabel's hands when Pacifica stopped him, stroking his forearms softly. She gave him an apologetic smile and leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

"Next time it'll be just the two of us."

Dipper smiled with a blush and stopped trying to remove his sister from his girlfriend. He instead snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around Pacifica's shoulders and embracing her front as Mabel embraced her back. The cheerful brunette, comfortable and hoping this was the final time she attempted to go to sleep that night, closed her eyes and fell completely asleep. Dipper removed one hand from Pacifica's back and cupped her cheek, kissing her softly.

"How are you feeling?" Dipper asked, stroking her cheek lovingly.

Pacifica thought of a proper answer. She felt complete at the moment. The twins were more entertaining than whatever her money had given her. She felt secure. They had accepted her in the Shack and shared the little they had with her. She felt happy. Now she had a boyfriend and a best friend with whom she could share anything. She felt loved, and more so with every gentle stroke Dipper gave to her cheek. Pacifica sighed happily and decided to go with a simple answer.

"I feel sandwiched between a pair of twins."

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A/N:

The chapter was originally going to narrate their lives until their late twenties, but I began adding stuff and I couldn't stop so I ended up cutting before the jump to their teens. Sadly, more content means longer revisions, and that delays the posting. Trust me, you don't want to see the original version of the sleepover.

Credit to 'ssnnooppyy' for the tactical Mabel joke.

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Guest Reviews:

Bakerman: Yeah, when I saw the Gravity Falls subreddit I pumped my fist and yelled 'Nailed it!' Although I can understand why the clones kidnapping Dipper was discarded from the season 2. The clones' plan in the canon Gravity Falls was to go back home with Mabel, leaving Dipper in Gravity Falls but I'm pretty sure Mabel would either realize they had never been triplets or perhaps force them to try her Mabel's Juice, which would clearly lead to melting.

Rob Lowe: I'm afraid I have no idea of the posting schedule anymore, since I don't go anymore for a 5k word chapter format. Furthermore, every time I have a scene finished I come up with something I want to add. It's like a never ending circle which leads to bigger chapters.

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FYI:

· It doesn't matter how hard Dipper works out. He'll never get a six pack, but Pacifica won't mind. She'll happily poke his tummy all day.

· The scene where Pacifica gives the plush llama toy to Mabel because she was sad and lonely in the bed is definitely my favorite scene of this chapter by far. With the plush toy in Mabel's hands and the twins living in Gravity Falls, most of the loose ends are tied.

· Now I can finally scratch the winks to Mabifica and to Pinesifica from the list of pairings to wink in the story. Don't worry, this is still mainly Dipifica. I did the one-sided Mabifica to show other authors that you can address a different ship without attacking or mocking it ruthlessly.

· Dipper's studying of 'instructive cinematography' is canon, I didn't make that up. Bill's AMA in reddit confirmed the contents of his internet history. (Lots of redheads)

· Next chapter jumps to their teen years and will focus on what Pacifica saw in her dream/nightmare. They'll be 16-17 and there will be some T-rated smutty themes.

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