Foster Girl ★ ( Dipper x Reader )

Chapter 47. || "Make It Like Home."

Smol Note:

Hey guys, I've written two new story things. One is my rants, another is an Lgbt story. Can you please check them out? Thank you! :)

ALSO SKY IS NOT FROM SKY DOES MINECRAFT SO STOP ASKING.
( I don't like minecraft tbh haha. )
* Isn't trying to make anyone mad is just a tol fanfic writer who has a family and doesn't want to be killed today no Jessica no. *

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Previously On Foster Girl...

I stood up, and stretched out my back when we landed. It was a very long flight, thank god we where back in Gravity Falls. Pacifica was still pretending to be sad, and I knew it. "Let's go Dipper. We got to pick up my stuff from Pacifica's house. " I said as Pacifica ran up to us.

"Y/n! Please don't leave!" She begged. "I need support!"

"You want support? Stay at the same motel as us." I sighed walking off with Dipper.

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» Y/n's Perspective «

I sighed as we drove to Pacifica's house. After about an hour of packing we put everything into a car.

"So what Motel are we living at for now?" She said then cooing about five star motels downtown. 

"We are staying at Tiffany's [Motel]." Dipper sighed, irritated by Pacifica.

"Ew." She mumbled.

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We all drove up to the Motel. Stan and whoever this Stanford was still at the Shack, they decided to stay there because they didn't feel the need to drive back and forth daily. They where just worried about our safety, I suppose.

I slowly hauled everything up the stars to our room and unlocked the door. We allowed Mabel to have her own room, she would probably make Pacifica sleep in the bathtub. So we forced Pacifica to pay for her own.

"Dipper.. Can't I share a room with you? You're the only one who understands me..." She said dramatically.

"Our rooms are all connected by a door. So if you need anything, just come in our room thing." He sighed walking in.

It wasn't that bad of a Motel, no dead bodies, no blood, no rotting food everywhere. But, we checked under the bed just in case. The walls had floral wallpaper on them, and a few lights here and there. The bed had white sheets, and way to many pillows. There was a small couch and a TV, and surprisingly a mini kitchen with a coffee maker etc.

We loaded our clothing in, Dipper insisting that I got the closet because there was 'no way in hell that my shoes and clothes would fit in the drawers.' After we unpacked everything else, we flopped down on the bed. Dipper took a pillow and buried in face in it, while I rolled off by accident having a loud thud hit the floor.

I decided to check on everyone's progress. I walked into Mabel's room, seeing she was already unpacked. She was curled up on her bed, adding a few blankets to herself. She was watching TV, I didn't know what though. Probably some reality tv bs. Her laptop was closed and next to her, and her phone was charging.

"You okay Mabes?" I asked sitting on the edge of her bed.

She nodded, unresponsive.

"If you need anything, I'm here for you." I said sighing.

"Thanks Y/n.." She said softly, leaning over and kissing my cheek. It wasn't the kind of kiss your thinking off. It wasn't the "I love you so much id date you" kiss, it was more like the "you're a great friend, so gay shit is allowed."

I nodded and walked out. Now I'd have to check in on Pacifica, the she-devil bitch.

"Hey Bit- Pacifica!" I said, mentally kicking myself that I actually almost called her a bitch.

"Uh hey Y/n.." She said. "Sorry again about yesterday. Wanna do our nails?" She smiled stupidly.

"The rooms reek of alcohol already, nail polish will make it worse." I sighed, remembering just now to spray down all the rooms.

"Can you get Dipper?"

"Why?"

"I'll just get him." She sighed, angry about my one question.

I quickly followed, walking past her and sitting next to Dipper, smirking. I'm still mad at her, don't judge me.

She rolled her eyes. "Hey Dipper, can you help me unpack, my arms hurt." She cooed at him, trying to fake cry a little bit.

"I though you gave hand jobs for a living, this should be nothing for you." I snickered.

"Ugh!" She groaned, slamming her door on the way out.

"Pound it." Dipper said signaling me to give him a fist bump, which I did. [ If you get this reference, I love you lots. ]

I got up and started to spray everywhere with air freshener, now everything smelled like red velvet cupcakes. Dipper was napping by now, Mabel still watching TV, I don't know where Pacifica is, and where the fuck is Number Three??? Is she dead too??? Why is no one worried??? The fuck???

"Dipper, it's time for dinner." I nudged him slightly, glancing at the time with said '9:00.'

"What are we eating?"

"Pancakes." I said started to heat up some pancakes.

"Good. Enough five star meals."

"Yeah.." I sighed happily.

"What ever happened to Sky and Naomi?" He asked.

"I don't even know. Sky probably moved away, and Naomi is probably being chill as usual."

"Anyhow,," Dipper said as I set the table.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"How do you think Bill is doing?"

"I'm doing just fine."

See what happens next on Foster Girl.

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