Chapter: Guess I'm Waiting For Someone (To Come Along With Her Eyes)
Pairing: Dipper Pines/Pacifica Northwest
Word Count: +5,000 words
Disclaimer: All properties belong to their rightful owners
(Your Heart and My Heart Are) Very Old Friends
Chapter XI
i. oh, so you have a love life now?
Something Dipper learns the closer he and Pacifica get is that personal space doesn't seem to be something she believes in. Or, if she does, she certainly doesn't believe he needs it.
She's constantly sitting too close to him — "She's practically in your lap!" As Mabel liked to tease — or hovering over his shoulder to see what he was reading or writing about. She'd fix his hair for him when it was a mess (which, to be fair, it usually is), take the pen he'd been chewing out of his mouth, or use just about any excuse she gets to punch him in the arm.
("God, you just think you're so hilarious, don't you, Pines?"
"Hilarious? Wow, that's high praise. Is that what you really think of me? I'm tou – ow!"
"Oh, sorry. I was aiming for your face.")
And the funny thing is, he wouldn't have even noticed if his friends didn't point it out to him.
"Dude, what the heck was that?" Marco asks as they walk to first period Algebra.
"What the heck was what?"
"You want a girlfriend, don't you?" He offers as an explanation.
And Dipper snickers. "Why? Is this your way of applying for the position?"
"I'm serious," Marco laughs even as he says it, elbowing him in the ribs, "How are you ever gonna find someone if you go around acting all cutesy and lovey-dovey with Pacifica all the time? Everyone already thinks you're dating!"
Dipper rolls his eyes. "Nobody thinks that."
"Everybody thinks that," Wirt corrects him, easily falling into step beside the two of them. "Even all our friends think that, Dipper."
"Well, people can think whatever they want to think. I don't care."
"You don't care because you really don't care? Or because you want those rumors to be true?" Wirt asks in his usual deadpan, which makes Marco snicker.
"What?" Dipper rolls his eyes, exasperated. "The first one. And for the hundredth time, my love life is none of your business! Jeez!"
"Oh, so you have a love life now? Since when?" Marco laughs.
"Since — Oh, shut up!"
"Hey! Detective Dashing!" A familiar voice calls him from across the hallway. It's Pacifica of course, running a little to catch up to them.
"Hey yourself," Dipper says, doing his best to ignore the looks Wirt and Marco are shooting at him over Pacifica's shoulder.
"So, party at Star's tomorrow night. You'll be there, of course."
"Of course. Not like what I want to do actually matters."
"What you want is to be cool and popular, isn't it?"
"No," he says without hesitation.
"Right, what was I thinking? That's too unrealistic. I should have said you want to keep being friends with someone cool and popular, don't you?"
"Sure. Tell me when you find someone." He smirks.
"Hey!" Wirt and Marco protest in unison, which makes Pacifica snicker behind her hand.
"I'm expecting you at 8."
"Only if we're hitting up the waffle house later," he flashes her an angelic smile, and she snorts.
"Fine. But would it kill you to wear something nice for a change?" She gives him a pained look, smoothing out the collar of his flannel shirt.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Dipper asks.
But Pacifica just shakes her head before giving everyone else a little wave and leaving to go back to her friends.
Wirt and Marco don't stop laughing at him for a good ten minutes. "Detective Dashing? Really?"
He shoves past them both, face flushed but glowering. "She meant it sarcastically!"
ii. it looked suspiciously like flirting
"Oh, hey Marco!" Pacifica greets him as he makes his way over to their usual lunch table.
He nods and gives a little wave before sitting down across from her. "Hey Pacifica. How's it going?"
"Alright, I guess," she shrugs, digging into her salad. "Everyone's running late to lunch, huh?"
"Yeah, I think Dipper and Star have that big APUSH test today," he shares, and she nods noncommittally. He and Pacifica had never really been alone together before, much less had an actual conversation. Not knowing what else to do, he silently starts digging into his own lunch tray – meatloaf and mushroom soup.
"So, now that we're done making small talk," Pacifica says suddenly, "Tell me, are you ever going to ask Star out or what?"
"W-What?" Marco almost chokes on his food. He puts down his spoon, coughing to clear his throat. "It's not like that. Star and I are just best friends."
"You sure?" She quirks a perfectly tailored eyebrow at him. "Because I could've sworn — "
"No!" He almost shouts, a bubble of nervous laughter rising in his throat. "No, I swear. Star and I don't like each other like that."
"Alright, if you say so. Just checking, you know, so you don't beat yourself up when you miss your shot with Star to Oskar Greason or whatever"
"Thanks, but I think I'll be okay," he snickers. Then, playing with his food, feigning nonchalance, he asks, "Soooo you and—"
She holds up a hand to interrupt him. "Before you finish that thought, the answer is no, no, totally and unequivocally NO!"
Marco smirks. "But I didn't even mention a name."
"Oh, please, you think you're slick? I know you were going to say Dipper." She rolls her eyes. "Practically everyone at Gravity Falls High already thinks we're dating anyway."
"Yeah, wonder where they got that idea. I mean, you guys only hang out every day after school, he drives you wherever you want, you're always hanging out at the Shack…"
"Shut up, Diaz," Pacifica shakes her head and playfully shoves at his shoulder, a grin tugging on her face.
But before Marco can even think of something witty to respond, the rest of their friends come bounding to their table, lunch trays in tow.
"Nice to see you found someone else to torment for today," Dipper smirks at Pacifica, sitting down beside Marco and unslinging his backpack over one shoulder.
Star, who sits down by his other side, elbows Marco to get his attention. "What was that all about?" She asks in a hushed tone.
He furrows his eyebrows at his best friend, "Dipper and Pacifica arguing? Must be a Wednesday."
"No, no, not Dipper and Pacifica – you and Pacifica!" She slaps his arm, eyes wide with excitement. "Since when are you guys all chummy chummy?"
"We're not," he laughs. "We were just talking, waiting for you guys to get here."
"Well, it looked suspiciously like flirting to me," Star grins, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "So, did you ask her out?"
"What? No! Ugh, Star!" Marco whines, giving her a friendly shove.
But Star's relentless. She grabs his arm again and shakes it in that annoying way she always does when Marco says no to something she wants. "You should! Come on! You guys would look so cute together! I can't believe I never thought about it before."
"I don't know, Star." Marco hesitates, shooting Pacifica a quick, surreptitious look. "Don't...Don't you think she's a little out of my league?"
"What, great guy like you? No one's ever out of your league, buddy! And besides," Star accentuates with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Judging by the fact that she used to date Dipper, I think you're exactly her type."
"She said she and Dipper never dated."
Star shrugs. "Well, there was definitely something going on between them before, whatever it was. But the point is, they're not anymore, so shoot your shot!"
Marco frowns, thinking it over. Were Dipper and Pacifica really a couple? He and Wirt certainly joked about it a lot, but both of them were constantly denying it, saying they couldn't stand each other and that the rumors about them were ridiculous.
Marco looks back to where the two are currently arguing at the lunch table —
"How can you eat that? Don't you have any idea what that kind of junk does to you?" Pacifica shrieks, all but gagging at the sight of the Dipper's greasy pepperoni pizza.
Dipper, on the other hand, happily shovels more into his mouth. "Yeah, it fills me with warm, delicious happiness."
"Ugh, you're disgusting!" She shudders (entirely for dramatic effect, Marco's sure) and Dipper rolls his eyes.
He turns to Marco, "She eats gross, soggy green mush every lunch and somehow I'm the disgusting one?"
"It's avocado pudding, you uncultured swine!"
— And Marco can't help but laugh.
Yeah, a couple of idiots, maybe.
iii. i don't mind at all
"Hey, uh…" Marco clears his throat. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
The question catches Dipper off-guard but he nods anyway, and lets his friend lead him to a more private corner in the hallway.
"What's up?" He asks, but Marco seems tense all of a sudden and a feeling of apprehension starts to grow between them.
"I, uh…" The words seem too difficult for him to get out. His eyes keep skittering away from Dipper, darting every which way until finally — "Are you in love with Pacifica?"
Dipper's heart stutters at that. He doesn't know what to answer. So instead, he simply says, "I...I don't know why you're asking me this."
"Because...well…" Marco squirms again, and he's so obviously embarrassed that Dipper almost can't bear to look at him. He takes a shaky breath and tries again, "Because I...I was thinking of asking her out...maybe..."
A beat. Then, "O-Oh."
"But you know, only if it's alright with you, of course," Marco hastily reassures him. "I mean, you keep saying you and her are just friends so I thought maybe —"
"Yeah, yeah, no, you should definitely ask her out." And then, for good measure, Dipper smiles. And even though it feels like his entire body is fighting the words, manages a weak, "I don't mind at all."
"Really?" Marco asks again, but there's already a look of cautious hope in his eyes that Dipper doesn't want to take away from him.
So instead, he clenches his fist and forces another smile. "Definitely."
"Alright, thanks, buddy!" Marco gives him a quick hug before darting off happily. "I'll tell you how it goes! I hope she says yes!"
And it's the fact that Dipper can't even pretend to root for Marco that haunts him the most. Because what does that even mean? And what does it say about him?
iv. you should be with a nice guy
After English class, Pacifica tells him she wants to talk. And he knows in his gut it can't be about anything good.
She and Dipper haven't spoken in over a week now — she hardly even looks his way anymore these days — so when she finally does approach him, Dipper's first instinct is to duck his head and keep walking. He almost walks past her until she tugs on his sleeve to get his attention, which only makes things more awkward for the both of them.
"Hey, uh...Could I talk to you for a second?" She sounds nervous when she asks, chewing the bottom of her lip.
His first thought is that she misses him.
His second thought is that he's an idiot for even thinking that at all.
"Sure. Um, hi." He says, not quite knowing what else to do.
"Hey," she smiles a little, embarrassed to be embarrassed around him all of a sudden.
He should take some small comfort in that, knowing this was just as uncomfortable for her as it was for him. But all he can think of right now is the way her hand is still curled around the cuff of his sleeve, her fingers lightly brushing the back of his hand.
He clears his throat and she drops it. He manages to smile back at her but it feels so painfully disingenuous that he thinks Pacifica wishes he hadn't gone to the effort at all. So he drops his gaze and asks her plainly, "What is it?"
She frowns. "Are we...okay?"
"What do you mean? Why wouldn't we be?"
"I don't know. But ever since Marco and I started dating, it just feels like you've been avoiding me lately. And I'm sorry if I made things weird. Maybe I should have asked you before letting anything —"
"What? What? This isn't about that," He rushes to get out. "This isn't about that at all! I-I just...I've been busy, that's all."
She gives him a pointed look that tells him he should know better than to try and get one past her by now. But it's so much like all the other secret looks she's given him before that it tugs at something in his chest, though he doesn't quite know why.
"Don't do that.," She says, and he's surprised to hear she sounds more sad than angry. "Don't lie to me. You promised you'd always be the one person who told me the truth, no matter what."
That's right, he did, but that all feels like a million years ago now. Still, he keeps his promise. "I wasn't lying," he starts slowly, not even daring to look up at her. "I have been busy. But...I've also been making myself busy...Because...Well, I mean, of course things are weird, Pacifica! You're dating Marco now and it's like, I don't know how to act around the two of you all of a sudden! And —"
And I think Marco's in love with you and I'm trying not to be bitter about it.
The thought catches him so off guard that he's left speechless, and decides to just end it at that.
Pacifica nods solemnly. "I know. I'm sorry. But I think I really like him, Dipper."
He swallows. Hard. "Good, I'm glad. You should be with a nice guy like Marco."
"But I don't want it to ruin our friendship. You mean a lot to me, you know." She reaches for his shoulder, big blue eyes searching his.
And though he doesn't know why, Dipper hangs onto her every word with baited breath.
"You…" She pulls her hand away at the last second, as if suddenly coming back to her senses. "You're my friend, Dipper. Maybe the only real friend I've ever had."
And it's that word — friend — that hits him like a freight train running at full speed. He feels crushed but doesn't understand why that is. And even through the tightness of his throat, he manages a small, "I know. I...I feel the same way."
"Good," She pats him on the cheek, and there's that shaky smile again. She reaches for his hand and gives it a squeeze before walking past him and out the door.
v. i'm always smiling when i'm around you
"Woah, woah, woah!" Dipper rushes across the room to catch a swaying, obviously tipsy Pacifica, still trying to dance even when she looks about a second away from collapsing on the floor.
"Hey, you okay?" He grabs her wrist, and she looks up at him with a sleepy smile.
"Hi Dipper," she says with something of a giggle in her voice, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. "All good, now that you're here."
He frowns and pulls back to look at her. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Oh, just like...four..ish? Maybe five?"
"Five cups or five bottles?" Dipper grumbles, and he's rushing forward to save her from the floor again. "Alright, it's late and you're pretty wasted—"
"All I heard was pretty," she giggles, then hiccups. "Thank you."
"It's time to go home, Paz."
"Yeah, you're probably right." She sighs dreamily as he bends down to wrap her arm around his shoulder. "Don't tell Dipper I'm drunk. He'll be sooo mad at me."
Dipper laughs in spite of himself. "Okay, but I can't promise he won't find out anyway."
"Thanks, Dipper. You're a good friend."
He smirks. "Yeah? Can I get that in writing?"
Another giggle, "And you're funny, too. Hey, I'm always smiling when I'm around you, I just noticed that," she beams, much too proud of herself for someone who can barely stand straight.
"Me too." He hesitates, then, "I'm only telling you this because you're almost blackout drunk right now and probably won't remember it tomorrow morning, but...I think you're my favorite friend."
She laughs again, this time it's a derisive snort. "Dipper, you only have like three friends. But thanks, I guess."
"You're welcome. Just don't go telling that to Wirt and Marco and maybe it'll stay that way."
"Well," she scrunches her nose at him. "I do like being number one."
"Yeah, little known fact," he smirks to himself.
"Oh, and Dipper?"
"Yeah?"
"You really are a terrible dancer, you know that?"
vi. i know it's been a while
Only an hour left until midnight, and he had kissed virtually everyone in the room already.
Jackie was the first to kiss him — a quick peck on the cheek — when they bumped into each other under one of the many mistletoes hung up all around the Mystery Shack. Next was Candy, then Beatrice, then Star.
But never the one person he actually wanted an excuse to kiss.
Marco, on the other hand, had kissed her at least three times now. And everyone else had kissed her once (not that he was counting).
Why did they even need so much freaking mistletoe anyway?
The kisses had all started very chaste. But by the second hour of the party or so, everyone started getting a little more flirty and a lot more tipsy.
When he found himself under the mistletoe with Jackie again, he smiled and pecked her cheek lightly. Then he laughed when the same thing happened with him and Janna, who threatened to punch him in the face if he "kept leaning in like that."
Even he, Marco, and Wirt had all exchanged a few sloppy, joking kisses on the cheek, which never fails to make everyone laugh.
But Pacifica?
It's almost like, after all this time, the universe had suddenly decided it didn't want them together anymore.
He watched from afar as she kissed Marco, and then Wirt, and even Soos of all people, when he dropped by for a few minutes to say goodbye to everyone before leaving for a week to go out of town with Melody. He laughed it off, but Dipper found himself leaving half-moon wounds on the inside of his palm, feeling uncharacteristically jealous.
To make things worse, every time Dipper had been alone with her, just the two of them talking away from the crowd, she would leave for a second just to get some punch or go to the bathroom, but somehow always end up getting dragged away from him (mostly by Mabel) to god knows where.
So when it happens again for the third time that night, Dipper is quick to offer, "Oh, you know what? I'll come with you."
And of course, this earns him a few raised eyebrows from her. "Where? To get punch?" She asks.
"Yeah," He gives her an easy smile. "I, uh...I'm thirsty, too, sooo…" He awkwardly gestures towards the food table, only a few steps away. "Shall we?"
Pacifica shakes her head, but goes along with him anyway. "I know it's been a while since we last hung out, but did you really miss me that much?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Northwest. I'm just looking out for you. Remember what happened last time you had one punch too many?"
"Yeah, yeah," she rolls her eyes, waving her hand dismissively. "You drove me home and pulled over so I could throw up on the side of the road. My hero."
"And don't ever forget it," he says with a grin so smug she just has to punch him in the shoulder for it. He ducks away from her and laughs, so she settles for rolling her eyes at him a second time.
"So, how's life been treating you? Save any other damsels in distress lately?"
"Sure. I mean, in between all my sleuthing, of course. See, I'm investigating these series of paranormal activities all around Oregon, but I think there might be some shadowy government organization trying to cover up their tracks and watching me."
Pacifica snorts. "What would an intelligence organization want with you?"
"You mean aside from my remarkably high IQ and dashing good looks?"
"I think you meant to say remarkably big head, Mr. Second-in-our-Year."
"Why do you always have to give me grief about that? You know your GPA's just a few decimals higher than mine, right?"
"Don't worry, Dipper. I'm sure if you just applied yourself, you'll grow up to be as smart and brilliant as me someday," she pats his hand comfortingly, teasingly.
And it's Dipper's turn to snort. "And she says I'm the one with the big head." Then, before he can think better of it, he asks, "So how have you been? We never got to talk after…" He stops himself, not quite knowing what to say.
Pacifica, on the other hand, is as cool as ever. "After your best friend dumped me?" She asks as she pours more punch into her cup.
"Uh...yeah...I'm sorry…" He rubs the back of his neck. "I was really rooting for you and Marco."
"It's alright," she says, and she sounds like she means it, too.
And maybe if he had had less to drink tonight, then he might've actually listened to his better judgment and left it at that, but instead, he presses. "I mean, I know I wasn't the most supportive of your relationship, but you seemed really happy. You both did."
"We were," she takes a long, slow sip of her drink.
"So what happened?" He asks gently, softly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what went wrong? Why'd he end it between the two of you?"
"Oh," she glances down into her cup, swirling the drink with one hand. "He thinks I'm in love with someone else."
And for the briefest of moments, she finally lets her eyes meet his, and the feeling washes over him in an instant — confusion and uncertainty chasing each other like waves, falling against a longing so deep it aches.
Her eyes are an endless ocean of blue, her gaze so piercing he's afraid of what she might be seeing as she searches his face...what's he's tried, so desperately, to hide from her...
All around them there's music and laughter and conversation, but all Dipper hears is static and white noise, his mind a million miles away. And feeling as if time had slowed down to a halt, he draws a shaky breath. "I...I can talk to him for you, if you want...Convince him he's wrong."
"Why? He's not."
Those two words make Dipper's heart lurch to the floor in a second, falling helplessly at his feet. The ringing in his head is so loud, he's sure everyone else in the room must hear it, too. Mouth dry, hands trembling, his voice is barely a whisper when he asks, "Do I want to know who he is?"
"I don't know," she says slowly, softly. "Why wouldn't you?"
"Because I don't know if I…" He runs a hand over his face. "I don't know if I can bear the thought of you being in love with someone else."
And Pacifica's eyes soften at his words. She reaches out to brush her fingers against the back of his hand. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"Because I'm an idiot," he laughs, and she presses her forehead against his, their fingers still intertwined. "And I always thought...well...if you ever felt anything, then you'd surely say something, right? So why didn't you?"
She bites her lip and gives him a watery smile. "I don't know. I was just so scared that maybe you saw something in me that wasn't there. That you were falling in love with a version of me that didn't exist."
He laughs again, tucking a strand of Pacifica's hair behind her ears and then cupping her face. "You always were the only person who couldn't see how much good you had in you."
She sobs at that, and he wipes the lone tear that streaks down her face, tasting the salt as he presses his lips on the spot where it used to be, a ghost of a kiss.
"Oh, and falling in love?" He pulls away a little so she can see the grimace he's making, and she lets out a breathy laugh. "Was I really that obvious?"
"I mean…" She shrugs none too humbly. "For a guy who claims to be such a mystery solving genius all the time, I think all of Gravity Falls figured it out before you did, Dip."
"Still, you're the one who said you were in love with me. How embarrassing for you," He scrunches his nose at her.
But instead of shoving him away like he expects, like she always does, Pacifica buries her head into his shoulder, clearly embarrassed. "Ugh, I know, right? How will my reputation ever survive this?"
"I mean, it's not so bad. I heard I'm becoming something of a heartthrob at school, you know." He wraps one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Did you hear? The Pacifica Northwest has a crush on me."
"Shut up," is all she says before she grabs him by the front of his shirt to capture his lips with hers in a searing, passionate kiss.
And just for that alone, he thinks he could fall in love with her all over again.
His eyes drift close as he smiles against her lips, his mind happily floating away. She threads her fingers into his hair and he cups her cheek, stroking the smooth skin gently with the pad of his thumb.
"About goddamn time!" Someone yells from over their shoulders, and though Dipper could gladly spend hours kissing Pacifica, they break apart as their friends start to gather around them.
Still, she doesn't move out of his embrace, melting into him instead as she wraps her arm around his waist and rests her head on his shoulder.
He places a kiss on the top of her head, then grins as he rests his cheek against it. "What's going on?" He asks them.
And it's Marco of all people, surprisingly, who approaches them first. Smiling. "Took you guys long enough. What did I say?" He addresses everyone else, who all groan and shake their heads at him.
"Ugh, Marco, stop gloating!" Star pouts, slapping a 20-dollar bill into his hand. "Nobody likes a guy who gloats when he's right."
"As happy as I am for the new couple," Janna grumbles at them, digging into her wallet. "Couldn't you guys have waited a few more weeks to get together? Like, maybe until graduation?"
"Or a little earlier, like at the homecoming party?" But Jackie shakes her head and hands Marco some money, too. "You know what, forget it. Good for you two."
And Mabel takes that as a cue to come up to hug them both in a near-deathly chokehold. "Oh, it's finally happening! I always knew it would! And good on you, bro bro, for only taking three years." She takes off his hat to ruffle his hair, and Pacifica laughs.
"Okay, as much as I'm enjoying this, will someone please tell me what's going on right now?" Pacifica asks, still holding Dipper's hand.
"Oh this?" Wirt smiles. "It's nothing. Marco and I just won a bet, that's all."
"What bet?" Dipper eyes all of them suspiciously.
"How long it would take you two to finally get together of course!" Mabel remarks cheerfully, then hands Wirt ten dollars. "Sorry I only bet $10 on you. I used all my allowance buying glitter body paint."
"Wait, you had a betting pool about this?" Dipper flounders.
"Yeah, it's been going on for a while now," Marco chimes in.
He gestures wildly at Marco, "And you of all people joined in?"
"Hey, no hard feelings here. I'm happy for the two of you, really." He says the last line at Pacifica, smiling warmly.
"Thanks," she smiles back, then smirks at Marco, and then at Star. "Now when's it gonna be your turn, Diaz?"
Blushing, Marco coughs, then clears his throat. "Anyway, it was all Mabel's idea."
"Yup," she grins proudly. "And even though I lost, it's okay! Because maybe true wealth is the friends you make along the way!"
And at that, everyone collectively groans, save for Candy and Grenda who give Mabel wary smiles and two thumbs up.
"Okay, Mabel," Dipper chuckles, pulling his sister off of him. "Even though it's a gross invasion of my privacy that you guys all had a weird running bet about Pacifica and me, it's also...weirdly sweet...which is very on brand for all of you."
"Thank you," Mabel grins, and Star walks up to loop her arm around her sisters, exclaiming, "Well? What are we all waiting for? It's Christmas Eve and we're celebrating true love! Marco, pop that champagne!"
"Uh, Star, we don't have any champagne." Marco answers, then lights up. "But we do have the next best thing!"
"Keg stand! Sweet!" Janna exclaims. "Star, quick! Hit me with one of your spells so I can float or whatever."
"My pleasure," Star smirks, twirling her wand in her hand before aiming it at Janna to oblige.
And suddenly Janna is laughing, feet floating up the ground, and she is reaching towards Jackie and Pacifica to drag her towards the keg.
Everyone cheers as Janna chugs down as much beer as she can, then breaks into rapturous applause when she does a flip and lands both feet back down on the ground, stumbling a little as she bows.
They're all passing plastic cups around, toasting to the end of a great year spent with the best of friends, chit chatting and laughing as music plays on in the background.
And Dipper is awash with a strange sense of longing, but not for anything he didn't already have. He longed for this moment exactly, to last forever.
He slid his hand down Pacifica's arm, locking their fingers together, and smiled at her.
"What?" She asks, a grin tugging at her mouth.
And he shakes his head before leaning in to kiss her again.
Everything was as perfect as it could ever be.
Author's Note: Hey, how y'all doin? It's been a while, but I'm back with a quick little update for everyone. Please enjoy this series of random Dipifica drabbles (that are sort of in order, except the first one, which belongs last). Leave a review if you liked it, and of course, let me know if you guys have any prompts for me! Happy pride month everyone! And thanks for reading :)
xoxo Amaya
