Dipper is her brother who is kissing her and her back is pressed into his wall and his soft yet firm arms are inching up her dress. She thinks her skin is on fire, so she lets out a hum that she knows encourages him because his tongue is suddenly moving against her lips.
Yeah. She’s screwed.
She wonders if it’s too late to back out. To run away back to her room where she can feel guilty by herself. She could make up some excuse.
‘I just remembered that I have some history homework I need to get done.’ He wouldn’t buy that only because he’s the one who helps her do her homework.
Instead of doing that, she grants him entrance and his tongue immediately wrestles her own for dominance. His hands aren’t fiddling around with her dress anymore, but are now gripping tightly at her waist. It causes her to pull harder at his flannel jacket until she feels his heartbeat pressed into her chest.
Maybe this isn’t so bad. They are all alone. They’re mom and dad not expected to be back until the early hours of the morning and it’s only 10 pm. She knows because as soon as she walked into his room, the flashing numbers on his clock said 9:30. Had they really been doing this for half an hour?
“Dipper,” his name just slips out of her mouth before she can stop it, “What are we doing?”
That’s when the kissing stops and now he’s looking at her as if what she said was the most confusing thing in the world.
“Um… I-I think we’re kissing. Right?”
“Of course I know we’re kissing, but why?”
And of course he gets uncomfortable with that question. His hands aren’t gripping her waist, but are now pulling at his collar. He shifts his eyes down to his feet and now there’s at least a foot of room between them.
“If it’s not obvious, then I’m sorry. It thought I could escape this conversation.”
It should be pretty obvious why he’s kissing her and she definitely knows the answer. Thinking about it is strange, talking about it is worse. Which is odd since she basically just made out with him.
So, why I’d she trying to get him to say it?
“Go on,” there’s no backing out now.
“I-I” he’s so nervous. She can tell by the way he shuffles his feet, the way he stares at the floor as if it’s more interesting than her, “I guess I like you.”
“You guess?” She almost laughs, but then Dipper’s grabbing her hand and kisses her again. This kiss is less exciting, it’s more romantic.
“I do like you.”
She smiles, “Yeah, I know,” and she initiates this kiss.
Ok, so I’ve recently become completely obsessed with Gravity Falls, and I have Feelings about the original Pines twins. Because, before the whole mess, Ford was always thought of as the “smart twin” and Stan was the “strong twin” but during those twenty years when Ford was trapped in the alternate dimension, he obviously had to fight pretty hard to survive, I mean, that place looked like some kind of scifi dystopian wasteland in the quick glimpse we got of it. So Ford definitely got pretty strong. And I have seen this mentioned before. What I /haven’t/ really seen people talk about is the fact that Stan taught himself fucking quantum physics and fixed up his brother’s portal, which, wow, just wow. So yeah, it makes me so happy to think about how much those two have…evened out, for lack of a better word, and to imagine just how surprised Stan is going to be when Ford inevitably ends up punching out a yeti or something, or the look on Fords face when he goes off on some sciencey tangent over dinner and Stan is able to continue the conversation in ways he never used to do.
Especially since Stan most assuredly never finished High School.
He goes to a bar, brings his own spaghetti, which he does not eat, wears a top hat(?) and bowtie, and holds his mug like a freaking chalice.. while a dog gnaws his bones….
non-suspicious 