i can’t help (falling in love with you) - a dipper/pacifica ficDippica Week: Day Seven - Post

i can’t help (falling in love with you) - a dipper/pacifica ficDippica Week: Day Seven - Post SeriesDrawing by: @iamjoemom / @mygfblogStory by: @diisco–girl(A/N) AGAIN. A day late but it’s over now and this week was super fun! As always, such an amazing pleasure working with @mygfblog. Everyone go follow this blog for more GF drawings!!!! His favorite view in the entire world is waking up next to her.And Dipper has been through countless adventures, seen things no one has ever dared to even imagine about, faced hell and back and has managed to stay alive– and yet Pacifica with her hair around her, the sun slowly creeping into their bedroom and slowly illuminating her from the edge of their bed up– is the most beautiful image he’s ever witnessed.The glitter on her ring suddenly catches his eye and his heartbeat quickens, a smile on his lips. He can’t believe it’s true– and even with the proof on his own finger as well, Dipper still counts himself as the luckiest man in the world.“Pacifica,” Dipper had said the night before, standing from the picnic they made and rummaging around his pockets. He was nervous, his hands sweaty and his voice nearly cracking, but he still held on. “I–I know it’s – we’re 24 and… and there’s been many times where we’ve been almost killed by monsters and stuff and– and it really makes me think.” Pacifica looked at him with a quizzical brow but didn’t interrupt him. “We’ve both finished our bachelor’s degrees and moved back to the town and…” He had been so nervous. His eyes had scanned the dark left and right, afraid of unknown threats, but really… he was stalling. “Dipper?” She asked with a blink of her eyes.“Look,” He said again, determined to finish this time. “Pacifica Elise Northwest, you’re the love of my life. You’ve been with me through bad and through good and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and–ugh– I feel like a jackass for spewing all this cliche stuff but… you make me stupid, Pacifica. I feel nervous around you, I feel vulnerable but like– in the good way. The best way. I love you and…” He finally had managed to find the small box in his pocket, fishing it out and opening it. “I know it’s not much but… would you marry me?” And the look on Pacifica’s face had been enough to light up an entire stadium, her eyes had been prickling with tears as Dipper managed to dig his way through his words. “You idiot,” She had answered him, with no real malice but instead hugging him, nearly tackling into the ground as she kisses him. “In case you didn’t understand that, that’s a yes.” Dipper had laughed, kissing her and kissing her– nearly unable to stop himself from kissing her, happiness bubbled in his chest, ready to burst. “I could tell.” And now at 8:26am, Dipper looked at his sleeping fiancee and just felt all of reality slowly curl itself around his shoulders. Pacifica loves him; Pacifica wants to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him. The smile that spreads on his face is small but genuine and it feels so good, it makes him feel alive, whole.She stirred in her sleep. “Good morning,” She says in her groggy voice as her eyes slowly open. And she’s smiling, she’s also smiling at him because… well, it’s him. He makes her happy, he can hardly believe it.“Good morning,” Dipper replies, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Go back to sleep, I’ll make breakfast.”“Well now you’re spoiling me,” Pacifica says with a roll of her eyes. “You’re so happy.”Dipper chuckles. “Come on, we have people to talk to later.” He says, imagining everyone’s reaction. “We might as well stack up.”“Mabel’s gonna freak out,” Pacifica says in a small laugh, running a hand through her blonde hair and sitting up, clearly not needing any more sleep. “Twenty bucks Stan cries.” He stands up and stretches, taking his boxers from the floor and slipping them on. “Oh, twenty bucks says Mabel’s gonna try and be our planner.” Pacifica shuffles behind him, grabbing one of his large oversized shirts and slipping it on. “You’re on.” He smiles, knowing that as much as he adores his family, they can get a bit overemotional. Dipper laughs at the thought though, it’s sweet to know his family cares. “Do you think I could make Wendy my best man?” “I don’t think that’s how it works but sure,” Pacifica adds, standing up and walking to the bathroom, Dipper follows behind her. “Mabel’s maid of honor for sure.” “Really doesn’t matter,” Dipper replies, wrapping his arms around her waist, putting his head on her shoulder, looking at their reflections; both rings glittering. “As long as you’re the bride and I’m the groom, it’s going to be alright.” She giggles. “Or we can switch it up, whatever. Traditional gender roles can suck it.”Pacifica rolls her eyes but leans back to him anyway. “You’re the worst.” -- source link
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