Im sooo sorry for the late update! Just a heads up I tend to update randomly so you may get two in a week or none for a month. Here is a jealous paz requested by mixxymae59 on fanfiction! Sorry Mabel seems annoying, lets see if I can improve my writing of her. Oh, just a heads up. If you ask me to do a monster falls fanficiton I'll do with with different monster versions as I don't agree with the ones in the AU. The shipping begins!
Notes
Aged up to 18
Anything post The Stanchurian Candidate did not happen
Pacifica was not jealous. No way in hell was she jealous of the 21 year old redhead who was currently talking to the lanky brown-haired dork who Pacifica certainly did not have a crush on. So why were her cheeks red and why did she find herself glaring at the girl known as Wendy with the fury of 1000 suns? Good questions. Now the answer to them? Good luck finding those.
She crossed her arms and considered turning around and walking off. Who needed her bracelet...that Mabel had made for her and would no doubt be upset if she found it on the table…
She was Pacifica and she wouldn't let some dweeb talking with a lumberjack stop her from getting what she wanted. So she raised her head and starting walking.
"Oh hey Pacifica! Dipper waved. "Me and Wendy were just catching up. What br-"
"Not now Pines, I came to pick something up." She walked into the shack like she owned the place. After visiting for the last few years she didn't even need to knock. She headed into the kitchen and looked at the table. "Shit where is it?" She looked on the table, under it, beside the dirty dishes that Dipper has been swearing for the past week to clean, and even in Waddles foodbowl. It wasn't there.
"Looking for this?" Pacifica looked up to see Dipper walking in with the bracelet on his finger. He went to lean against the door only to misjudge where it was and end up a heap on the floor.
"Falling for me already are you?" Pacifica couldn't stop her laughter as Dippers face turned pink and he pushed himself up. She went to help him up then she remembered she was mad at him.
"Oh hardy har har. Yes I'm falling...from when I tripped trying to get away from you." He pushed himself up, his cheeks starting to lose the blush from her comment. "Ok so spill"
"Spill what? I assure you I haven't spilt anything You just tripped on your own two feet."
Dipper crossed his arms. "Paz….."
Pacifica responded in swiping the bracelet from him. "I would answer but I'm sure you have better things to do such as talking to your friend."
Dipper frowned before it clicked together. "Wait..you mean Wendy?" Wait…..wait hold on I need to process this."
Pacifica relieazed she said too much and shut her lips. Ok this was going from bad to worse.
"So...you're jealous of Wendy?" The glare Dipper got answer it. He pushed his bangs up "Wow...I mean...umm…" He was getting more and more red.
"Well now you know! Now I really must be going." She went to stomp by him when he grabbed her hand.
"Wait! Sorry I'm just….really bad talking to girls."
"You didn't seem bad talking to Wendy"
"Yeah b-but thats because I've moved on from her like six years ago!"
Pacifica paused. "So...you don't like like her."
Dipper turned even redder if it was possible and he dropped her hand. "Well...no…" He looked down. "I've moved on to someone else…."
"Well good for her...you..I mean.." She groaned.
"Y-Yeah...and well at first I didn't think she felt the same way…"
Pacificas eyes widened seeing where this was going. Ok this was not her plan! Not the plan at all and she didn't know if she was ok with it.
"Ok now I'm getting sappy.." Dipper rubbed the back of his head. "Look I like you and I'm gonna guess that you like me...and this is weird cause I've never really been in a situation like this.."
"I really should leave you hanging buttttt" She gave a quick peck on his cheek. She decided she liked the way this turned out, and the look on his face was priceless. "If I ever catch you cheating you're a dead man Pines."
And judging by the squeal behind her it was safe to assume that Mabel had seen the whole thing.
