Dipcifica One-Shots

Pacifierroni Pizza

"What do you mean, you've never had pizza before?!" Dipper yelped at what felt like the top of his lungs to Pacifica's ears, "Pizza is like, the best thing ever!" Pacifica sighed, just shrugging a little. It was true, the blonde had never tried to wonderful food known as pizza. Her parents had insisted it was too greasy and fattening for a Northwest lady. Her friends were far too respectful of her parents' rules to ever bring her some or at least let her try a bite. So, it was here that she admitted to Dipper that she had never, ever tried pizza.

"My parents never let me have it." She explained, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly and biting her lip. Hearing him say what he'd say with such shock made her feel as if she was abnormal or something.

"Well, I'm going to fix this tonight!" He cheered, "Dinner tonight is going to be pizza." He pumped his fist in the air dramatically, causing Pacifica to giggle.

"Did you say something about pizza?" Mabel asked, poking her head in the doorway, "I couldn't help but overhear."
Dipper rolled his eyes, knowing that Mabel was listening the whole time. His sister insisted that she would never eavesdrop on them, but she did it all the time. She claimed they were her "OTP"... Whatever that meant.

"Yes, Mabel, we did." He grumbled, and she smiled really wide. When she smiled that wide, it seemed like her braces were shining or something.

"If you've never had pizza, there is nothing more fun than making your own pizza." She giggled, folding her arms across her chest proudly. She was happy to have such an idea. "And I would know, I'm an expert of fun."

"You're also an expert on being annoying," Dipper grumbled, causing Mabel to just giggle.

"Oh Dipper, you'll understand when you're older."
"We're the same age!"
"You know, when I was your age, I listened to my elders."
"Ugh, Mabel, stop it!"
"Alright, alright. But you have to admit, it's a great idea!"
"Okay, it is."

Pacifica couldn't help but snicker. It was like listening to the two bicker on the phone all over again. She knew they didn't bicker too much, but when they did, it always seemed to be around her. Which she didn't mind, as someone without a sibling, it was always kind of funny to her.

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"Okay, here we are: the grocery store," Mabel said, throwing her arms out dramatically to show it off, as if it was amazing or something. Well, as you can assume, Pacifica had never been, so it would be new to her.

"So... Basically, we're buying ingredients from here." Dipper told her, looking around, "Mabel and I have a list of what we need to get while we're here, so don't worry about a thing."

"Okay," Pacifica said with a nod, "I'll just stick by you, then." Her fingers laced with his, causing a deep blush to go across his cheeks. After all that time they'd spent together, he still wasn't used to it whatsoever. It was cute to Pacifica, though, so she didn't mind.

Mabel handed Pacifica the list and grinned.
"You get to be the super special list manager!" She cheered enthusiastically, which Pacifica only raised an eyebrow to. Still, the blonde clutched the list in her hand, her eyes dancing over each ingredient.

"So... What's the first thing on our list?" Dipper questioned, to which Pacifica replied with yeast. As exciting as you might think their search for yeast may be, it really wasn't exciting and was generally just a search for yeast. It was somewhat the same with other ingredients, until something caught Pacifica's eye.

"Oh my god," She groaned, covering her eyes with her hands and grumbling. Curiously, Dipper and Mabel tried to look around for what she was getting so worked up over. Walking down the other end of the aisle, right towards them, was Pacifica's ex boyfriend, Ryan.