Dipcifica One-Shots

You Raise Me Up

"I can't believe that I actually allowed you to drag me to the mall of all places," Dipper scoffed, looking away from Pacifica's face.

"What's so bad about the mall?" She questioned, flipping her perfect blonde hair over her shoulder, "I need somebody to carry my shopping bags for me, don't I?"

"Newsflash, Paz, I'm not your mule."

"Of course not, mules are disgusting. You're a pony." She teased, bopping his nose. The two of them were being gawked at by just about every person possible. Pacifica was of high status, and her being seen with a fancy city boy like Dipper was a bit of a shock.

The people of Gravity Falls had always known Pacifica as a woman of rich taste. She wanted this $100 make-up, that $800 necklace, a couple dozen ponies that costed about $500 each, and this and that and that and this.

The people of Gravity Falls knew Dipper as a city boy, who adjusted well to small town life. He was kind to the civilians when he could be, and was known as a boy with a bright imagination.

Given their very different personalities, people never thought that Pacifica and Dipper would become... Well, the people were calling them Pipper, but Dipper himself always preferred Dipcifica... Not that he would ever tell Pacifica that.

"Whatever you say," Dipper grumbled as Pacifica pulled him in to a store he knew he would not enjoy.

"Hmm... Maybe while we're here, we should redo your wardrobe." She remarked, glancing at her friend's outfit.

Dipper shook his head furiously, wanting to let her know that his answer was a hard no. The idea of Pacifica choosing what he wore felt like a bad one to him, seeing as she was a woman of particular taste. He felt like he wouldn't look like himself anymore, and more like some loser with fluffy hair in a preppy outfit. The kind of "you can hurt me but my daddy will sue" outfit.

"Oh come on!" She grumbled, folding her arms across her chest, "I could pay for all of it you know, and you'd look super hot. Seriously, you wear the same shorts like, every day. It's unsanitary."

"No, it's saving time," He countered, flicking his head so his hair would get out of his eyes. It was getting kind of long, maybe he'd go get it cut once he went back to Piedmont. "Besides, I like the way I dress. We're here for you anyways! So just go pick out what you like and I'll sit here and be your pony for when you want to pass me some bags."

She fake pouted for a moment, but nodded. She kissed his cheek gently, leaving a glossy pink mark. A few nearby teenagers giggled, and all Dipper could do was stare as she skipped further in to the store. Why had that little cheek kiss mesmerized him so much? He wasn't sure. Still, he rushed to follow Pacifica, so he wouldn't get left behind.

After a long period of time of Pacifica modelling clothes for Dipper, and Dipper pretending he didn't care, Pacifica finally decided on things to purchase. She waited in line until finally she was at the front, where she paid for the clothes and left with Dipper trailing along behind her.

"Whew! Nothing like a good shopping spree," She said, handing her bags off to Dipper, who struggled to hold them all. He expected her to stop and check if he was okay, but she didn't. She simply kept strutting along, obviously enjoying the attention of the townsfolk. He was forced to try and catch up with her without dropping any of the bags.

"C'mon, let's head upstairs. There's some sort of spooky magic store up there. I mean, it's not real magic, but it seems like your kind of thing." She said with a smile, "You definitely earned some enjoyment out of this."

"Gee, thanks." Dipper replied, his words muffled by the bag string he was holding in his mouth since he'd run out of space on his wrists and in his hands.