Smooch Central Ch 11

On a dark Sunday night, Dipper was busy sitting on the couch in his sleeping attire while holding his head on one arm as he died from boredom while he was watching another layman type of ghost hunting show. He sighed and moaned in annoyance as this so-called ghost-hunting crew would flail around when floorboards would squeak or when a tin can would fall off of a shelf. He thought that if it were him in that house, he would have already taken care of the problem, as long as he had Mabel or Pacifica by his side. Instantly while thinking this, Pacifica sauntered into the den, just out of the shower, hair somewhat damp and a few strands lay in front of her face. She was wearing a t-shirt with a small brown Llama printed on it and black sweatpants. She crossed Dipper and the tv and sat slumped onto Dippers right side. She snuggled into his arm and softly breathed in his aroma and exhaled slowly in happiness, approving of whatever deodorant he was wearing.

"You planning on spending the whole night down here?" Pacifica asked Dipper as she snuggled back into his arm.

"I don't know. If these morons keep running around chasing shadows I might just turn in early." Dipper said in a very angry tone of voice as the so-called 'Ghost Hunters' kept talking into thin air, trying to capture an EVP.

"I mean its clearly obvious that the ghost, if there is one there, doesn't even want to be on camera! And these morons keep shoving themselves into places that just don't need to become a reality show!" Dipper ranted as he pointed his hand to the TV to make his point.

"... So I'm guessing they're not doing this right?" Pacifica asked out of curiosity, not really understanding what was happening on the tv.

"Uh, Yeah! We would totally be a better ghost busting crew than these idiots can ever be." Dipper said as he looked away in boredom from the tv. Taking the cue that Dipper wasn't invested in the show anymore, Pacifica slowly placed her hand on his thigh and began to softly pat him to get his attention, causing Dippers eyes to widen and quickly look at Pacifica.

"You do know their are other ways to pass the night. Rather than watching some dumb tv show." Pacifica said as she inched her way up Dippers arm and pecked him on the cheek lightly.

"We-well... What do you have in m-m-mind?" Dipper said as he softly laughed from Pacifica giving him small pecks on the face.

"Well... We could go upstairs and I can show you some real cool tricks while we... Snuggle under the blanket." Pacifica said as she examined her perfect nails for any minor imperfection or smudge, not like Dipper would be inspecting on how she looked or actually cared.

"Unless you want to be a nerd and watch your nerdy shows, which would be less fun for me." Pacifica said as she kept looking at her nails as Dipper had a very one sided debate in his mind. On the one superior hand, he was given the green light for a kiss and touch fest with his very awesomely hot girlfriend, and on the other hand he could keep watching grown men scream at something they can't see. It was obviously a tough call, but he decided his best course of action was to take Pacifica by the hand, lead her upstairs, and have their way with each other. Dipper and Pacifica leaped off the couch as Dipper lead her quickly upstairs into the main bedroom, Pacifica giggling with each step of the way. Dipper smashed the door open as Pacifica tugged on his arm, making him turn around as she pounced forward and took Dipper into a deep kiss. Pacifica and Dipper made their way to Dipper's side of the room, spun around with each other, already fighting with one another on who would be on top for the duration of their kissing. As they landed on the bed, whether it be luck or timed and proper calculations, Dipper landed on Pacifica, and they began to kiss more fiercely with each other, opening their mouths and closing them in a rhythm that only they can hear and only they could understand. Dipper began to lightly brush Pacifica's hair away as Pacifica wrapped her arms around Dippers neck, deepening their kisses. Dipper brought out his tongue out immediately when he had the chance to invade Pacifica's mouth, and being as it was a little on the late side, Pacifica decided that today wasn't a day to battle with the mouth intruder. Pacifica moaned as Dipper continually kissed her sweetly, opening her eyes for a moment to see Dippers eyes fully closed, putting all his concentration into this kiss being his main priority. Pacifica closed her eyes again and tried to get some dominance in the kissing war that they both have invested hours upon hours with each other. So far Pacifica could soundly say from all the drive-by pecks and soft kisses on the lips that she was in the lead. However, feeling as if he was being outdone in territory he should rightfully control, Dipper worked and excelled higher with each peck and smooch whenever he held Pacifica tightly, and Dipper had just recently developed a secret weapon. Dipper broke the kiss, a bridge of saliva still connecting to both of their bottom lips, and then dived straight into Pacifica's neck, unleashing his weapon, and began to suck and peck on her neck sweetly. Pacifica moaned Dippers name loudly as Dipper began to nibble harder and harder, leaving behind love marks and bites all over the left side of Pacifica's neck. Pacifica arched and craned her neck in various ways to let Dipper continue his onslaught. Pacifica opened her eyes for her to look at her lover, but instead saw something that stunned and shocked her.

"Dip-Di-Di-Dippuurrr." Pacifica tried to sound out Dipper's name in a way for him to stop his vampiric attacks.

"Dip-Dipper!" Pacifica shouted with a small and soft punch to Dippers side, making him fully stop and look up at Pacifica, who was staring in the opposite direction. Dipper followed her eyes and saw Mabel, who was in a t-shirt and pajama pants, and Bill, who wore his everyday clothes, standing by Mabel's bed and staring at Dipper and Pacifica.

"Uh! Hey!" Dipper shouted as he launched off Pacifica and laid right beside her.

"Yeah... Pine Tree... Um... Yeah." Bill said as he tried to form words to make this scene less awkward than it already was.

"Uh... Shooting Star was just showing me... Her... Sweater!" Bill said, coming up with an excuse for why he was in the room. Mable's eyes widened even wider and said.

"Yeah! Sweater..." Mabel reached down and picked up a dark yellow sweater with a yellow triangle on it.

"See! This's the sweater!" Mabel said as she held the sweater over her chest. A long silence fell between the two couples as they gave awkward stares in every other direction besides at each other.

"Well... I'm real tired. I think I'll go SLEEP ON THE COUCH." Bill said as he annunciated the last four words as if they were important, looked over at Mabel, who gave an awkward smile and a little nod, then preceded to the leave the twins plus the rich girl to be by themselves. Mabel watched Bill leave the room, scratched the right side of her face and said.

"I... Forgot to brush my hair... I mean... teeth!" Mabel said as she quickly exited the room and closed the door, now leaving the two young lovers by themselves.

"Well... That certainly put me out of the mood." Pacifica said as she reached into Dippers bedside table to pull out somethings to pass the time before Mabel came back to bed.

"You're not kidding. I hope we never, ever do something like that again." Dipper said as Pacifica handed him a 'Mystery Monthly' magazine as she took out a sketch pad and a stencil to draw more ideas of dresses that were constantly swimming in the back of her head. Dipper leaned over to give a soft kiss to Pacifica and then began to read his magazine intently, seeing if there were any new cryptids in the area for the gang to hunt for. Meanwhile, Pacifica began to sketch a dress with wide white straps with soft red lines that spiraled down the dress; she labeled it 'Constant Interruptions.' Dipper finished reading four whole pages, studying each word and picture in the magazine, then felt something wrong. Dipper looked up and over at the door to see it still closed, and then looked over to Mabel's bed to find no Mabel. Dipper sighed and raised an eyebrow as he lowered his magazine to his chest. Pacifica heard the soft sigh and looked up to see the same thing Dipper saw, no lunatic twin sister.

"Something's not right here. Mabel never takes this long to brush her teeth." Dipper said as he began to put the 'Mystery Monthly' Magazine back in the drawer.

"Well... Maybe she got lost." Pacifica said in a snarky tone as she looked back into her sketch pad

"Yeah maybe she..." Dipper began to chuckle but then had a horrible thought. A thought shaped in a triangle.

"Bill's downstairs right?" Dipper said as he forgot to mention Bill's human name.

"William?" Pacifica corrected Dipper's obvious mistake.

"He did say he was going to sleep on the couch, as he usually does." Pacifica said as she turned the page of her sketchbook and started to draw another dress. Dipper gave a slightly worried face and sat up. Dipper then stepped over Pacifica and out of his bed, Pacifica moving into Dippers spot so that he would have an easier time getting back into their bed.

"I'm sure she just ran out of toothpaste and is now scouring the whole house for a substitute. Maybe she'll use that Smile Slime, or whatever she eats." Pacifica said as she chuckled to herself, but to Dipper, this was no laughing matter. Dipper exited the room without saying his proper goodbyes to his beloved and went to check in the bathroom to see there was not only no Mabel but her toothbrush was in her toothbrush holder and dry as a bone. Dipper was about to study the scene further until he began to hear a very familiar, and well liked, sound that only he and Pacifica could make. Dipper walked over to the stairs and heard the sound of soft peckings and long kissing getting slightly louder. No, Dipper thought, their is absolutely no way my sister is kissing him. Bill probably has the TV really loud and is probably watching a romantic movie.

"Oh, William." Mabel sighed softly from downstairs. With my sister! Dipper continued his radical thoughts and began to march straight downstairs until he stopped dead in his tracks, jaw hitting the steps, stunned straight still as he watched Bill Cipher, a dream demon, the bad guy, holding his twin sisters chin as they kissed. Dipper turned pale and marched his way straight back up the stairs and into his room, closing the door behind him. Pacifica welcomed him with her signature sweet smile, a smile that would make Dipper would do triple backflips just to see. But at this moment of just seeing his sister kiss his once archenemy, he walked slowly into bed and laid there, staring straight up into the ceiling. Pacifica looked at Dipper confused, but added up that Dipper probably saw something to the level of what Mabel usually sees... And clearly is having a different reaction than Mabel would. Pacifica shrugged and bended over Dipper to shut off the lamp that was the only light source for the room and cuddled into a very motionless Dipper. Dippers eyes did not close for the next ten hours, staying wide open as he believed he saw the most unholiest thing in the world, and as soon as dawn cracked, Dipper grew a giant frown in rage and shot straight out of bed and ran down stairs to slam his fist into the side of Bill's face. As soon as he got to the bottom step, Dipper saw Wendy standing over them as she leaned on a broom. Bill was on his back, still clothed, and Mabel, still clothed, was on top of him, drooling on his chest.

"They look cute don't they?" Wendy asked a slightly steaming Dipper.

"Kinda remind me of two other guys I know that have an awesome relationship." Wendy said as she began to sweep her way into the front of the Shack. Dipper took what Wendy said to thought as he looked at her sister and the defiler. Dipper did see some similarities, kind of. Mabel was somewhat like him... Just the crazy and totally random side. Bill, I guess, could be relatable to Pacifica... Because he was blonde... And weird. Dipper gave a giant sigh and pinched the ridge of his nose. As he recalled, he did allow this to happen, maybe he should just act like Mabel whenever she catches him and Pacifica when they have their moments. Maybe he should take it like Mabel does... And react to it like Mabel does. Dipper smiled as he thought about giving his sister a taste of her own weird and creepy medicine, so then he got on his knees and put his elbows on the edge of the couch and held his head up by his hands, giving a big goofy grin. He stared a little while until Mabel's eyes fluttered open as she woke up and saw Dipper give her the best creepy smile he could give.

"Hi!" Mabel said as she lightly rubbed her eye to get rid of some sleep. Dipper blinked and wiped his smile from his face.

"Uhmm... Hey their love bug!" Dipper said as he tried to make Mabel creeped out by him staring at the sleeping couple.

"So. Did you and Pacifica get it on last night?" Mabel said, still laying on Bills chest. Dipper frowned and grew very pale from this and stood up and shivered from how weird and awkward this was getting.

"You are unbelievable!" Dipper said as he ran back upstairs to dive straight into Pacifica's arms so he could hopefully wash away the awkwardness. Mabel gave a soft shrug at her Brother's weird behavior and looked up at William and lightly flicked his nose a couple of times, causing him to stir and wake up. Bill looked down and gave a yawn.

"Morning Shooting Star." Bill said as he stretched his arms over Mabel and draped them over her waist.

"What's up?"

"Nothing much Will-Will. My bro was totally watching us sleep, it was so weird." Mabel said with a chuckle as Bill gave a worried expression.

"Pine Tree does that often?" Bill asked.

"Nah. He's usually too busy kissing Pacifica. Wanna have a Smiledip eating contest?" Mabel said as her stomach growled for breakfast.

"You're on!" Bill said as Mabel pushed herself off him and ran to the kitchen to start their morning journey of sugar highness.

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