Bells: A Dipcifica Fanfiction

Flour

A/N: Hello all :) I know I said I would publish part 6 tomorrow but quarantine has me really bored XD anyways enjoy!

Dipper POV

~time skip to the next day~

When I went downstairs this morning, I was surprised to find Pacifica making breakfast.

Everyone else was still asleep, but Paz, even though she's clearly not a morning person, was dancing around the kitchen and flipping pancakes at 6:00 in the morning.

I quietly stepped down the stairs so I wouldn't startle her. She looked absolutely adorable spinning around the room while listening to an upbeat pop song. I found it really cute-

Wait. 

She's wearing my t-shirt.

I started blushing madly and tried really hard not to make any noise.

It was way too big on her and I loved it. 

I continued down the steps.

"Hey, Paz," I said nonchalantly.

She jumped a little bit and turned around. As soon as I reached the kitchen, she playfully pushed me. "You scared me, Dip!"

I laughed. "What are you doing, m'lady?" I said after jumping on top of the kitchen table.

She blushed madly when I called her that. "Just making pancakes and biscuits."

"That's a great t-shirt you got there," I said jokingly.

Paz smiled awkwardly. "I hope you don't mind if I wear it."

"Why would I mind? You look adorable,"

She giggled a bit. "Wanna help?"

"Sure," I said while jumping down. She dragged me over to the pancakes and taught me when to flip them.

After the pancakes were done, it was time for the biscuits.

"Don't you think it's a little early to be making these?" Paz asked as we started making the dough together.

"Nah, it's fine. I care more about who I'm making biscuits with than when I'm making them."

Pacifica laughed and we started rolling out the dough.

"You're a natural at this," I remarked after she showed me everything I needed to do to make the perfect biscuit.

"Not really. I just used to watch our servants make them a lot when I wasn't off going to a party or ball or something." She looked a little sad when she said this.

I could tell she was reliving memories she didn't want to relive, so I held her hand for a few moments. Her beautiful smile returned fairly quickly.

By the time the biscuits were set out, we had used about half of the flour in the jar. 

"Well, I guess there's just one thing left to do," I said.

I suddenly grabbed a pinch of flour and flicked it at Pacifica's nose. Her nose wrinkled in surprise, but she laughed and grabbed a bigger portion with her flour-y hands and chucked it at my face in return.

Soon enough, we were throwing flour at each other and in the air until the flour was completely gone. We laughed so hard we could barely breathe, and we laughed even harder when we started tickling each other. We were then rolling around on the floor laughing and probably almost woke up the whole house.

I looked into Pacifica's eyes and could tell that this was the funnest thing she had ever done. Our stomachs still hurt from laughing and we joined our hands covered with flour.

Paz rested her head on my shoulder and scooted so close to me that we could feel each other breathing.

"We should probably put those biscuits in the oven," she whispered.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing my thumb on her hand.

We both got up and put the biscuits in the oven. With the flour still everywhere, we passionately kissed and started cleaning up. 

I've never felt so close to anyone before, not even Mabel, and it felt great. 

Pacifica POV

Who knew someone could have so much fun with flour? I certainly didn't until today.

I felt a little embarrassed when Dipper saw me in his shirt, but I didn't care.

I honestly feel like I'm falling in love with Dipper more and more everyday. 

A/N: aaahhhhhhhhh I ship them so hard :D anyways thanks for reading ;)