Congrats on the 50 followers mark. I have a couple: Dipper - Kisses, Pacifica - Dungeons and Dungeons and more Dungeons (sorry that its not one word)
Dipper kisses : Dipper remembers all of his first kisses.
The first public kiss Dipper remembers is full of embarrassment. His mother insisted that he turn heel and come back to the car at once. Despite his better judgement he returns to the car, leaning towards the lowered drivers window with a unpleasant expression. He had expected an awkwardly positioned hug or perhaps some gushing on how important elementary school is for development. He had not expected her to lean out the window and plant a very wet, very loud, and very noticeable kiss on his cheek.
The blush that colored his face nearly matched the shade of red lipstick that marked the spot of contact. Flabbergasted by her actions, Dipper wiped his hand desperately against his skin to rid himself of the lip shaped mark. “Mom” he groaned, completely displeased with the sign of affection.
She dismissed him with a laugh and a few more words of love before driving away, leaving Dipper to deal with the red smudged stain that scared his cheek and the handful of students who now laughed and cooed at him.
The first time someone kissed his wounds is a memory he cherishes. Bullies were a constant threat to Dippers survival in school and even in the summer they managed to find and territories the poor Pines boy.
He had returned home with a bruised knee, the McCormick kids were never ones to go easy and Dipper realized, as he pushed himself off from his fall onto the concrete, that he had been lucky his knee and pride were the only things that had been injured.
He hid his limp from his family as best he could and climbed into his bed with a soft sob. He hated the McCormicks, he hated how easy it was for them to pick on him and how often they did so. He hated how weak he was, how his arms were just noodles compared to the arm of the other boys.
But as the face of his twin sister snuck up on him, Dipper found himself quickly forgetting about his run in with the ginger devils as his sister planted a very delicate kiss on the bruise.
No words transpired between the two as he wrapped Mabel into a deep hug, thankful that in a world filled with things he hated his sister was one of the few things that made him forget.
The first kiss Dipper received on his lips is one he wished he could strike from his memory. In his defense it was not an honest kiss, the guy was dying alright? It was a favor for his sister, though poorly thought out and in all retrospect, completely unnecessary, it was a selfless deed.
Which is what he reminds himself of every time Mabel feels the need to share the picture of Mermando and him locking lips.
The first kiss Dipper received from the girl he liked was one that took him by complete surprise. He had soon expected death than to be kissed by her.
Which wasn’t much of an exaggeration considering the predicament they found themselves in. The water was rushing in at a rate that only fueled their combined panic. Drowning in a secret cave wasn't the exact way he had thought his teenage life would end but it seemed fitting for the boy who sought out all things abnormal.
Pacifica had been livid at first, she had told him not to explore the deeper depths of the cave without Ford’s advice but finding a long forgotten entrance that did not exist in the journals pages was far to tempting to pass up.
Her anger turned to panic as she struggled to keep herself a float from the pressure of the incoming water. No doubt a trap, set by whomever used this cave as a hideout long ago.
As the water rushed to their shoulders, Dipper pressed his hands against the rocks, perhaps there was a deactivate button hidden within the stones. He turned to instruct Pacifica to do the same but something in her eyes stopped him.
It had happened before he could even register that she was on him. Her lips pressed into his with a crashing force and he staggered back. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him.
As he placed a hand against the rocks behind him, in attempt to balance their combined weight, he failed to notice the click of the switch or the lowering of the water levels.
He failed to notice anything until Pacifica removed herself from him and promptly rushed towards the caves exit.
The first kiss Dipper received from his overnight shift slowly pulled him from the lulls of sleep. The warm rays of sun that broke through the cracks in the blinds helped give view to the small blonde child that now sat on his stomach.
“Hey, wake up!” Blinking away the reminisce of sleep, Dipper smiled at the pout that formed on her lips. Snaking an arm around her waste, Dipper pulled the child towards his side, using his other arm to cover them in the sheets.
A mirthful smile replaced the pout as the girl giggled and squealed from the sudden attack. A soft chuckle rumbled from his throat as he nuzzled his face into the girls cheek. The laughter slowly died out as the girl turned her face and gave Dipper a soft kiss on the nose.
“Mommy’s going to be mad at you.” She warned him, though his eyes were closed he could hear the smile in her tone. Tickling her sides, Dipper pulled the child closer. “Then I guess I’ll just have to make ‘forgive me’ pancakes” He sighed dramatically.
He smiled again as his daughter cheered, breaking free from his hold and rushing out the door to inform his wife of the new development.
Pacifica DDamD : Pacifica is really good at games, regardless of how nerdy they are.
“38? What are the chances that you’d role two 38′s in a row?” Dipper groaned, removing another piece from the board now that Pacifica’s enchanter had destroyed yet another of his high leveled dungeon ghouls.
“I don’t make the rules Pines.” She grinned, looking down at her character sheet once more to review her next options. “I want to look their bodies.” She said turning towards their fellow player. “Think you can watch the door for any more surprise attacks.” Her eyes flicker to Dipper before returning towards the man who rolled the dice between his even numbered fingers.
“I guard the hall.” Ford explained as he rolled the dice, pacing his insight roll. He nodded towards Pacifica to roll for the loot. As the two players debated between who received what from the loot, Dipper quickly gazed over his carefully developed dungeon plans, which were now nearly useless to Pacifica’s keen power of luck and observation.
When she assured him that she wouldn’t mind playing a pen and pencil pushing game with his other great uncle he expected her to get bored and leave half way through. Nothing in his short friendship with the girl did he expect her to be so proficient at Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons.
As he glanced up from his notes, he caught the searching gaze of his great uncle Ford. He flipped two thumbs up at Dipper before nudging his head towards Pacifica’s direction.
Groaning behind the Dungeon Master cardboard piece, Dipper found the most difficult dungeon trap he had crafted and adjusted it’s location. There was no way he would let Pacifica Northwest, queen bee of Gravity Falls, take away his assured victory in his favorite game.
