she drives me crazy  - a dipper/pacifica ficDippica Week: Day Four - Late Nights Drawing b

she drives me crazy  - a dipper/pacifica ficDippica Week: Day Four - Late Nights Drawing by: @iamjoemom / @mygfblogStory by: @diisco–girl       Like the rest of the Pines family, Dipper often felt his emotions too strongly and sometimes could get the better of him– sure, he was the most logical out of all of them (second only to Ford, but whatever) but still, when Dipper feels something, he let’s people know, even if he doesn’t outright talk about it.      And now as he walked into the Shack with Pacifica behind him with his hands on the pockets of his hoodie, he realizes one thing; he’s so in love with Pacifica Northwest that he sometimes forgets she used to be the meanest girl in Gravity Falls.      “I can’t believe you said that,” He manages to breath out what he’s been holding in since they got out from the movies. There’s a slight line of anger in him but he tries keeping it down; they’re not dating so who’s he to call her on things? But still, friends look after friends, right? “That was so mean.”       “What?” She asks him, blinking, taking her coat off. It’s incredible– it’s like she genuinely does not acknowledge what she did wrong; he can’t believe her. “The movie was bad. You said so yourself. It had shitty special effects and I’ve seen better acting in a preschool rendition of any Shakespeare play.”       He pinches the bridge of his nose but heads for the living room. “Not that,” He says exasperated, plopping himself on the couch. She follows behind him, already feeling like it’s a second home to her, and sits in the arm of the couch. Usually they would just watch shitty TV  with Mabel until it was time for Pacifica to go but Mabel wasn’t home tonight and Dipper was too angry to think– both at her and the fact that she can’t see what she did wrong. “Pacifica, do you seriously have no idea what I’m talking about?” “Not a clue,” She answers, taking one of her shoes off with the other foot as she leans back. “But you’ve been kinda cranky all week, but I didn’t want to bring it up.”    He scowls at her, sure, he hasn’t been sleeping right but that has nothing to do with his current attitude. “You called that girl a bitch– to her face. I found her crying in a corner when you went to the bathroom.” He’s now looking at her and it appears to be slowly sinking in what she did. “Do you have those thoughts often or do you just filter yourself around me and Mabel?”       There’s a slight red of embarrassment in her cheeks, but she huffs an indignant scowl and looks away, arms crossed. “Please,” She says, still not looking at him. “You and your savior complex. And so what? She was. She was rude to me all night, and during the movie, and when we got out she wouldn’t leave you alone. Someone had to scare her away.”       “What makes you think scaring someone away is a way to get rid of them?” He asks, angrier now. Sure, the girl had been a tad annoying all throughout the night, and was rude to Pacifica on several occasions but still– Pacifica had no right to make her cry like that. “I thought you were better than this.”        And there’s a slight nanosecond where he notices that was the wrong– definitely wrong– thing to say. They’d gone to the midnight screening of this bad movie so at 2am or so, of course he wasn’t the most coherent but… “I–I–” Pacifica says, now looking at him with a mixture of anger and sadness in her eyes and it pierces him through the heart. “Are you…”       But one of the problems Dipper’s always had is that he keeps talking. Even when his foot is already really up his mouth. “I mean not only did you call her a bitch, but you went on and on about humiliating her. Pacifica, what the fuck? How do you even know all those things about her? Or was that you just lying your way through it? I saw so much Northwest in that that I kinda lost sight of Pacifica.”         And it’s the final straw, it’s the one thing he shouldn’t have done as Pacifica stood up and looked at him. “Fine,” She nearly barks at him, arms still crossed. “I’m not about to sit here and listen to you berate me like you are my father. I’m sorry I made her cry, and I only did it because she was on my last nerve. My intention wasn’t to make her cry, you idiot. I just wanted her to get the point. You weren’t interested in her anyway, right? Then you owe me a thank you. Felicia is one of the girls at my Boarding School and I know her, alright? She’s not nice. She would have chewed you up and spit you out, but your stupid savior complex and general blindness to the female species won’t be able to see that past first glance now would you?”      Dipper blinks, hardly keeping up with her. “I can look out for myself, Pacifica.” He says in an annoyed sigh as he passes a hand through his hair, sitting straight back up. “No matter how fucking stupid you think I am.”        And there’s a part of him who’s always thought this but he’s always been afraid of voicing it. Sure he has a crush on one of his sister’s best friends’ and he’s had it for a while but she’s Pacifica Northwest– if anyone was going to chew him up and spit him out it was her.        Pacifica groans and maybe it’s the fact that it’s super late at night and they’re both exhausted, maybe it’s the fact that they’re alone for the night and therefore have mostly secured the entire night as they both know no one will overhear them but Pacifica just looks at him. “You’re one of the most oblivious person I know, Dipper Pines.” And she’s angry, she’s agitated but she’s also sitting back on the arm of the couch. “I’ve liked you for years now and just now is that I’m trying. I asked you out for movies tonight– only you, and Mabel isn’t around because she’s helping me out. I mean, holy hell, Dipper, look at what I’m wearing!”       His cheeks feel heated, oh he had definitely noticed what she was wearing, it’s not everyday he sees Pacifica in a pretty white, flowy shirt and form fitting, beautifully enveloping jeans. But there are a couple of seconds of pure silence where all he hears is white noise: “What?” He asks nervously, suddenly looking everywhere but her. “You like me?”      “Yes,” She says, starting out in anger and ending in a tired sigh. “For a while, yeah.” And like most, if not all, Pines in his family, Dipper acts first, asks questions later. He takes her by the sides of her face and kisses her, nearly causing her to fall on top of him. There’s a mixture of limbs and arms going around one another and it starts slow, as if neither of them believe this is happening because holy shit, Pacifica was jealous– Pacifica liked him– Pacifica was going out with him on purpose.       There’s a moment where they both need to breathe so Dipper breaks first, placing his forehead against hers. “Okay so,” He says, embarrassed but going with it. “Maybe I’m a little bit of an idiot cause I’ve liked you for a long time too and was scared of doing anything.”      Pacifica hums with a roll of her eyes, nearly scoffing. “Talk later,” She says, getting more comfortable in his lap, curling her arms behind his neck. “Kiss now.”       Grinning, he rolls his eyes but kisses her anyway, the pressure of her body on his being the perfect counterbalance to keep in firmly placed on the ground. And yes, maybe being love in with Gravity Falls former mean girl was gonna get some getting used to but… he can easily adapt. -- source link

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