#dipper x reader

[paitynistired]

🌲 Gravity Falls

Dipper: You ever seen anything weird before?

[Name]: stares directly at Bill Cipher spinning in the background …Define weird.

Mabel: You have a fun energy!

[Name]: That’s the nicest lie anyone’s told me today.

[bomber-grl]

Dipper Pines Jealousy Hc!!

Pairing(s): Dipper Pines x Gn!Reader

Goes both ways (e.g. reader being jealous/ dipper being jealous)

Divider Creds ~ @/sweetmelodygraphics,@/cafekitsune

Honestly not even all that jealous outwardly

It’s not obvious to you

he doesn’t tell you anything that would indicate that he’s jealous

If anything he gets insecure over the fact that you’re hanging out with someone else

ESPECIALLY if you hang out with someone else

He sort of just brushes it off and tells himself that he doesn’t need you if you reject his offer to do something nerdy (affectionately)

Then he goes somewhere quiet and does said activity by himself

Pretty lonely

If this continues for several days, Mabel obviously realizes how he feels and tries to push him to tell you

It’s so funny (not actually) because he’ll be all upset and try to act nonchalant when he’s not around you but the instant you two interact and you try asking if he’s ok- he’ll awkwardly and hastily say that he’s fine

And then regret acting that way

Both because he’s embarrassed that he was all sweaty and clammy

and because he does not feel that way whatsoever

Now, if he’s jealous of something minor like someone trying to flirt with you or just slightly whisks your attention away then he’d behave awkwardly too

Just for that small period of time then it’s back to you two chatting again

Let’s focus on the insecure aspect of this

Dipper is used to being undermined or not really being the “first choice”

So when you two get together or just become friends at all really, he’s pretty happy

There aren’t a lot of people that he gets along with or that can keep up with him

(Aside from Mabel ofc )

So when your attention is drawn elsewhere then Dipper sort of isolates (?) himself from you

Like if some person is calling you and you’re with dipper- he’ll just shrug and say you can chat with them then walk away before you could decide anything

He expects you to prefer others over him

As if it weren’t obvious enough- he needs to learn to communicate better

(Especially since the first few weeks of you two dating all he could do was blush and laugh awkwardly)

Eventually you realize because of how obvious it is or because you got hit in the head with a note that was anonymous

Not really, you could tell who it was from by the glitter and stickers on it

So, you of course end up having to climb on the roof where Dipper just had to be

Alls well that ends well because even though dipper is flustered when talking about how he felt and how semi upset he was that you found out through Mabel- things end up being communicated for once

Also you better believe that he’s probably been teased for being jealous at least once by like Mabel

Now let’s say it was reversed

You are the jealous one

And over dipper of all things

When Mabel points it out, dipper doesn’t really believe her

Why would he? She’s a sucker for gossip and romance and is always digging around where she isn’t particularly needed

But when he finds out because you hastily drag him away or show obvious annoyance at someone- then he’s surprised

And he probably lets it go to his head

Just a little

He’s sort of glad you feel that way because it makes him feel valued (oddly enough)

But then he’s sort of confused because he’s literally always hanging w you

(As if he didn’t get his panties in a bunch cuz you would talk to someone who wasn’t him)

Obviously exaggerating

Also mind you, this is him after like days of studying your behavior because he’s a skeptic

he’s as delusional as he is a skeptic over this

Because he also figuratively twirls his hair at the thought that you’d feel that way over him.

Times where Mabel and dipper are awfully similar

He probably gives away that he knows by asking you something along the lines and knows he’s been found out when you shoot him a look

[insert discussion here]

Literally

Though it isn’t really about insecurity or lack of communication

Just that you don’t like something about whatever it was and that’s all

(Honestly depends on you and how jealous you get cuz 👀)

[mrigaaaa]

Reader That Can Bake

Words: 1757

Includes: Dipper, Mabel, Stan, Ford, Wendy, Gideon, Pacifica and Bill

Honestly, he doesn’t have the biggest sweet tooth, but being young he still craves them a bit.

Knows the basics about baking in general but only with box sets, so he’ll stay out of your way in the kitchen.

Won't ever decline anything you give him, opting to either eat them right then and there, or hide them for later. (And away, safe from Mabel.)

Normally whenever he heard the sounds of someone in the kitchen, assuming it was Mabel, he would walk the other way immediately. But now that you’re spending more time in there he’ll take the gamble of peeking in, hoping it was you baking and not Mabel ready to drag him in.

This time he was lucky, finding you washing up all your used dishes and putting away the leftover ingredients. Standing in the doorway until you noticed, waving him over. “Dipper, you’re just in time!” Hopping on the spot as you stepped out of the way, revealing a whole bunch of cooled cookies.

“I tried some different flavours this time,” Grabbing one of each to shove into his hands, which he almost dropped. “There's classic chocolate chip, white chocolate, uhh… What else?” As you rambled and thought he took a bite of each, silently ranking them favourite to least favourite, not that he’d ever tell you.

“And oh! Hazelnuts, oreos and s'mores!” “You made s’more cookies?” “Yeah, this one was a small batch, I’ll get more stuff tomorrow.”

While yes, she bakes pretty often, you’ll always be the better chef around! (And she’s not afraid to admit it, sometimes.)

This girl will never shut up about ‘How good these are!’ ‘Even Waddles loves them!’ (It’s true, you have found him scarfing down a whole pile of your baked goods.)

Occasionally (And if you let her) she’ll join you, while she enjoys baking just spending time together is enough for her.

As soon as the door opened Mabel ran off, skidding into the doorframe. Smelling something very familiar and delicious. “ARE YOU BAKING AGAIN!” Your only response was to laugh, of course she would notice, really, you’d be an idiot thinking she wouldn’t.

“Yeah, they’re in the oven right now, so I’m just cleaning up.” “I’LL HELP!” God, she was excited about your baking. “Why don’t you pile up the dirty dishes while I start the sink.” In no time you had finished the dishes, everything was clean, dried and put away.

Reaching for a hanging cabinet, but this one was just out of reach. Stretching to your limit but unable to grasp the handle, about to turn around and ask Mabel for help only to be jolted upwards. Looking down to find Mabel's toothy grin looking right back atcha.

“Whatcha grabbing? More dishes? Decorations? Is it the icing? SPRINKLES!?” Laughing once again as you grabbed, as you could guess (And Mabel.) the icing and sprinkles. Being dropped back down when you had the items. “I think they’re ready for the toppings.”

Stan doesn’t go around flaunting his love for baked goods, but he doesn’t really hide it either.

But he does openly compliment anything you make, even if it’s not his favourite, he’ll make it positive.

He may not like to spend a lot of money on anything really, but he’ll throw you a wad of cash to buy whatever you need. (As long as he gets the first taste test.)

“Where ya going toots?” Arms wrapped around your waist, his head sitting on your head. One of your hands held your car keys, well, they were Stans but he’s given you permission to take the ‘Stanmobile’ out. “Gotta buy some more ingredients.”

His body pulled away from yours, hands digging into his suit pockets before pulling out a decent wad of cash. Grabbing a few notes (Which were 100s btw) and passing them over to you, “Make me my favourite later.” “Oh I will~”

He’ll scarf down plates full of your stuff, he hasn’t eaten anything this good in years! (And no he is not exaggerating, thank you!)

Always takes something with him on every adventure he goes on. (At first he was nervous to ask, but now he’ll try to ‘bribe’ you for anything. (Both of you know he doesn’t need to.))

Part of him is curious about how well supernatural ingredients would go, he would never force you to do it, but that means he would. So at least watch over him. (But by gods, don’t let him eat anything he makes. Who knows what would happen, and you don’t want to know.)

Hearing the front door slam open you peeked out of the living room, only to find Ford stumbling by, into the kitchen with a large box. After gently shutting the door (With this amount of abuse you don’t think it’ll last much longer.) you followed him, watching him pull and lay out plenty of things on the counter.

“Hope you were going to clean up after yourself?” “AH!” Throwing something between his hands for a few seconds before calming down, “Oh! Y/N, I was, don't you worry.” “With everything you brought in here? I will.”

Quietly laughing to himself, “I don’t blame you, but how well would these bake?” “Ford, honey, I just bake, you’re the one who knows about these guys.” Gesturing to the box, “I guess you’re right.”

Very similar to Stan in the sense, she won’t go out of her way to admit her love for sweeter things but will if asked.

If you’re willing to make more she’ll take a bunch for her friends. (They all love them, even if some won’t admit it.)

Brings some to work with her, which makes her shifts actually bearable.

“I’ll see you guys later.” Lifting her hand as a quick wave before turning to leave, “Wendy!” Looking back to find Lee rushing towards her, skidding to stop just before hitting her. Throwing her a now empty container, which surprisingly enough, was still in one piece. “You gotta bring more of those snacks, they were amazing!”

“I’ll let them know.” Now that she was finally able to leave the group, she started her tract home. Pulling out her phone to send you a quick message, nothing much really. (It was a whole paragraph.) Watching you respond, pause then send the message, along with a picture. ‘Already ahead of you!’

Tapping into the image to find you back in the kitchen, flour covered every surface. There were other ingredients on the floor and everything, really. She couldn’t stop her laughter, taking a pause in her steps to catch her breath. ‘I’m on my way, don’t make a bigger mess.’

Luckily she wasn’t that far from home, and it was also a good thing that her family loved you. (They wouldn’t let you live down that image.) Letting her spend the night to help you clean and finish baking.

Absolutely will not go anywhere near the kitchen when you’re in there. (He may love you, but he also loves being clean.)

This doesn’t stop him from rushing in the second everything is cleaned up, impatiently waiting until the food is finished. (You will have to stop him from eating them hot, because he will whine about being burned.)

Will never share them with anyone else, the only exception is at the Tent of Telepathy.

Placing the hot tray onto a cooling rack before shutting the oven door, it’s been hours since you started baking. As Gideon wanted some baked goods to hand out to anyone who comes by the Tent of Telepathy, and that meant you had to bake it all.

Although he made sure to pay you for it, so it wasn’t a complete loss. But that's when you heard a door slam open and footsteps running down the hall, watching as Gideon entered the room. His first stop was the currently cooling tray of cookies, not the others that were cool and in containers.

“Gideon do–” It was too late, his hand touched the tray first. “OW!” Guiding the hand under some running water as he complained, “Why were they hot?” “I just pulled them out from the oven, those ones,” Pointing at multiple containers put to the side, “Are for you.”

Huffing as he removes his hand from the water to dry it off, grabbing the containers before leaving the room.

Honestly, she never thought about baking in general really. (There’s always been butlers or chefs, or whatever to do it for her.)

Doesn’t have the biggest sweet tooth, but will eat any of your less sweet items. (It better not be messy, otherwise she’ll (lovingly) wipe it on you.)

Sometimes she’ll sit around and watch you bake, she secretly finds it interesting but it’s highly likely she won’t join you for a while.

“What did you make this time?” Even as her face showed disinterest her tone gave her away, “This one is funfetti!” Handing over the cupcake, watching as she made her way through the wrapper. Trying to avoid the icing, although she wasn’t successful, a small chunk smeared over her fingers.

Clearly unhappy with it, the fact you were waiting next to her and no tissues or anything nearby. Reaching over to ‘subtly’ wipe the icing onto your shirt. “HEY!” “These aren’t that bad.” “Don’t ignore me!” You tried to stand in front of her, except that she kept turning as well.

“Pacifica!” “You should probably check on the other ones.” Oh yeah, you probably should.

Sometimes you forget that he can actually eat as he doesn’t do it much. (That’s until you watch him eat some deer teeth. Which is so disturbing…)

There have been so many times where he comes to bother you for some food, then just leaves with it. (You have no clue what he does with them but you can only assume someone else* is eatting them. (*Ford))

He will try to bake on his own with ‘non-human’ ingredients even if you try to stop him. (They end up inedible, even to other demons. Like fuck, he’s terrible.)

It was fucking comical how Bill entered the room, floating through the window towards the tray of cookies. Staying afloat for a few extra seconds before dropping to sit on the counter, batting his eyelashes at you. “No Bill, they’re still hot.” “WHO CARES?” Grabbing a handful (Which was like 2.) before shoving it into his mouth (Eye? Honestly man, you have no idea anymore.). “Are they good at least?” “HMM, THEY'RE ALRIGHT. COULD DO WITH SOME ꀤꈤꁅꌃꀭꀸꈤꍟꊼ.” “What.”

[rosalinashg]

「Lovable」

Cuddly!Dipper x Reader Headcannons!

I had the sudden motivation to write this at 4:50 and stoped at 6:23

• Dipper really loves you as a partner, you mean alot to him

• If there is ever a shot at cuddling he is NOT passing it up

• It was night, the moon spilling through your open window. It light up your features in the most elegant ways. It made your eyes shine while you were reading your book. Dipper was over at your place, spending the night with you. He studied you as you read your book

• If you haven't cuddled him, you just decide to sit at your desk. He gets so maddddd, but he kinda gets all sulky. He has to make sure Mabel isn't around before he does what gets you to move

• He walks up to your desk, tugging at your sleeve gently. "Baby...can i hold you..? Just for a minute.." He said, looking down at the floor

• "Nope." You responded. Dipper looked down at you, "Please..." He said quietly. "Fine. Be that way.." He huffed

• He turned your chair around in one swift move, making sure you faced him. He got on his knees and laid his head on your stomach, both your thighs on each side of his hips

• He laid his head on your stomach, his hands clinging to the sides of your shirt. He settled himself as close as he could to you

• Your upper lip twitched upward "If thats what you wanted, you should have just asked earlier" You said

• He held onto your wrist as you got up, he guided you to your bed

• You laid down first, pulling him on your chest

• He put his hands your back, he heard you slightly giggle. He felt you start to rub his back

• He let out a little sigh

• "You comfortable?" You said, feeling him nod on your chest

• You guys got all tired, and you both fell asleep, Dipper not letting go of you

OTHER WHERE ITS YOU WANTING TO BE HELD

• It was night, you spending the night at the Mystery Shack. Mabel decided to stay with Candy and Grenda at their house for the night. So it was you and your boyfriend, Dipper

• You both were laying on your sides, back to back. Doing other things

• You sat there for a minute or so

• Dipper got up, going to grab his 3rd journal to study it

• Dipper opened a window while he grabbed the journal

• He watched as the moonlight started to spill in. He stared at your face as the moonlight peaked on you in the most beautiful ways

• You sat upright, looking over at Dipper

• "Something up?" He said "N..No. Not at all" You mumbled

• He smiled, leaning down to peck your forehead. "I love you" He said, climbing over you and laying down to read the journal

• You turned around, sliding your arm under his, cuddling him

• Dipper raised an eyebrow, and then he smiled

• "Whatchu doin?" He said "I don't know.." You said, snuggling into him

• He turned around, facing you. He scooted down to look at you, he kissed your nose

• "C'mere you big dummy." He scooted back up and let his head rest on yours

• You curled up on him, he heard you yawn, you had your hands balled into fists

• Soon enough you both were entangled in each-other's arms and your legs, your leg over his. Dipper's hand was under your ass, him supporting your weight. He had his other hand under you, curled around your back

• You were snuggled into him "You plan on letting go sometime soon?" He said. "noooo..." You mumbled against his chest

• And you both were off to sleep

[piss-pumpkin]

🌲 see you next summer <3 🍂

(Older)dipper pines x reader, douce amere chapter 25 ~3.5k words Masterlist prev

Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck. The last day. You half didn’t want to wake up. The bed in your aunts house left you with the same feeling of a hotel mattress, despite the fact that it was decorated with all items yours. You probably should have slept at the twins place. 

Summers been good. You should think about that Instead of the fact that you’d be leaving today. You did all you set out to, really. You’d had an adventure, you’d gotten your romance, there were world shattering stakes at play. And the ending was sweet. You’d said your happy birthdays your goodbyes were next. Shit, you still had to pack up. How could you have forgotten that? 

You sat up, and scanned the room. There was a lot of you in it. Your laptop was sitting with its bunched up cords on the side table, and your clothes hung out of the dresser and a few lied on the floor. Sighing, you kicked your feet off the bed. One last morning. Your fingers were locked clenched around the bedsheets. You had to let go to brush your teeth. 

Toothbrush was the first to get packed up. You slipped it into a plastic bag with the bristles still wet. Ugh. The bag felt heavier in your hand than it should have as you threw it in your suitcase, tucked under your shirts. 

Sighing, you knelt knees on hardwood floor beside the pile of laundry you hadn’t yet washed, and began to fold. Each article past you by as you fit it into the case. Your hands wanted to linger on each shirt or or shorts you’d worn on the good days. Like the pyjama shirt you had on when Dipper confessed, or the ones that knew the sheets of his bed better then they might your home blankets. Or the bathing suit you’d worn plenty to swim together. And despite yourself, you had to linger on the shirt you’d worn for days without realize, stuck on the kitchen floor while Dipper was left to figure out how to save you all. You weren’t sure you’d worn it since.

The bandage on your head from that week was almost ready to come off. And the side effects were better. You could have a clear head before school started if you were lucky. As much as the idea was nice, it was weird. Going back to school. People there don’t know your story. And they wouldn’t understand unless they saw it for themselves. Everyone else you knew missed whole chapters of your mythology, and there was no easy way to change that. Maybe that’s why you and your Gravity falls friends were like family sometimes. Because it they could understand. 

You scanned the room for what was left to pack. Your backpack in the corner was for easy access stuff: snacks, charger, laptop, anything you might want for the ride home. Heaving a sigh, you started to pile it in.

As your fingers brushed the inside fabric, you caught on papers. Oh. When you saw the names across their folded fronts, you knew. Your death notes, your letters. You blinked. What were you gonna do with those? They felt too raw to throw or give away. Maybe you’d keep them as a memento. 

The room was lacking character by the time you were done, and the person you became in the summer was locked up in your bags. God, it sucked. 

                                        …

The bus stop. The bus stop sucked. Being at the cusp of a drivers license meant you’d nearly escaped them. The ground was crisp as you walked with Susan, the grass already drying and yellowing with the heat and creeping autumn. You sighed. A few months ago, the bus stop was the first place you saw your best friends. Back then it was one of the first busses in, now you were going to wait for one of the last out. 

Every time you’d managed to say goodbye, it felt like it could be the last. Like you’d go home, and suddenly Gravity Falls and all its mysteries could be a fever dream, and you’d never find your way back. So far, you always had. But how could you be sure this time wouldn’t be the one where the illusion shattered?

You could do this. If you could survive this summer, you could survive its end. 

Between everything, it almost seemed like it never would end. In the best ways and the worst, kisses that could last a lifetime, and weeks that stretched into purgatory as you waited for death that wasn’t coming.  

The bus stop came into view, and the Pines family and friends were already there. No busses, though, so you had time. Your hand was shaking on the suitcase handle as you rolled it along. They were saying goodbye.

Aunt Susan, affectionately known as lazy Susan, put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Should we say goodbye now before you go off with your friends?” She asked with her halfway southern drawl. 

You pursed your lips, and nodded. She smiled, and wrapped you in a hug. “You’re a joy to live with, and a pain in the ass to try and take care of,” she said, brushing a few hairs out of the way of your head bandaid. “Thanks for helping out at the diner, and for keeping things… lively.”

You smiled as her big arms held you close. “Yeah… thanks for letting me stay with you,” you said. 

She laughed, letting you go after a few moments. “Please,” she snickered. “You’ll hafta thank that boy of yours for living there, too.”

You smiled at the grass, “yeah, I will.”

She nodded, and the two of you started to walk again. Until the Pines saw you and you started to speed walk, leaving your Aunt behind, and eventually when you got close, devolving into a jog and you ran for your friends. You rushed up, practically jumping at Dipper and Mabel, your suitcase falling behind you.

You launched into Dippers arms, and when you landed, almost knocking the air out from your lungs. Shit man, you had to say goodbye today. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his sweater. “Dude,” you said, muffled by his chest. “Dude, oh my god.”

He squeezed you back almost enough to suffocate you, too. “I know, man,” he said, resting his head in your hair. The unspoken agreement was that no amount of time could ever be enough, probably. And even though the summer was great, a part of you regretted every moment you hadn’t spent clinging to him like a life raft. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said, maneuvering your face sideways to better speak.

He sighed, leaning his head on yours, “yeah.” 

Then you remembered there was also a bunch of other people around. Pulling only slightly away from Dipper, you pulled Mabel in, too, the trio you were. Her hand slapped your back as she wrapped an arm around you, and one around her brother. “I’ll keep you updated on literally everything embarrassing he does,” she said.

Dipper didn’t even complain. You snickered, “okay, well he better keep me up on all your shit, too, just so you know.”

”As usual,” he nodded. 

Mabel groaned, “Ugh, snitch. Hey, who’s gonna tattle on you, then Y/n, this street has to go three ways.”

”I’ll self snitch, I’ll eat that bullet.”

The three of you pulled back, and you looked at them both. You’d see pictures, but the next time you saw them in person, they’d probably look different. A year can change a lot, as short as it was in the long run. Nobody was ever quite the same coming back to Gravity falls after school ended. The best hope was that the people you changed into were just as close as the people you were before. 

You sighed. There were other goodbyes too. You looked at the Grunkles. You weren’t sure who taught Stan what dapping up was, but whatever. He wanted too. You dapped him up as he smiled sadly. And Ford tried and failed to do the same. 

“Thanks for, like, basically letting me live at your house,” you said, only somewhat awkwardly. 

Ford patted you on the shoulder, “it’s really nothing, Y/n, your basically family.”

”Yeah, what’s another mouth to feed, and a dent in my car,” Stan tried to complain, but he was still smiling, and occasionally glancing between you and the twins. 

Wendy and Dipper swapped hats, she plucked his off his head and wore it backwards with a little smirk. 

You saw Pacifica next. She was a little late, just approaching now. She seemed… fine. Better than the other day. You couldn’t help but to grin at her, and wrap her in a hug. And shake her side to side. 

“My number one bitch,” you laughed. 

She snickered, “I better be.” When you let go, she was still smiling at you, with a slight purse of the lips to hide the fact that she’ll miss you. “I’ll send you like, cool stuff… you know how it is.”

Daddys money was how it was. Even after supposedly becoming poor. But poor to a rich girl was still enough to shop a lot, and send you gifts when she saw something you’d like. “Thanks man,” you laughed. She really was nothing like her parents. 

“And tell you like, all the gossip I hear,” she added. “So when you come back, your caught up.”

You smiled, “you better.” Snickering, you shook your head, “I’ll dutifully do the same.” 

Mabel said her goodbyes to Candy and Grenda. Dipper said goodbye to Soos. Man, this sucked. A bus was starting to creep over the horizon, and you weren’t sure if it was yours or the twins. You weren’t sure which would be worse, actually, you leaving first or them. 

It seemed like most of it was all said. Sighing, you went back beside Dipper, and leaned heavy on his side. Without a moments hesitation he wrapped an arm around you and tried to pull you in closer. 

He sighed as the bus moved in. It was still too far to see the number, though. “Man, this sucks,” he complained. “I’ll see you next summer, I guess,” he said wistfully.

Well, that was like a stab in the chest. But that gave you an idea. See you next summer. The papers you wrote on your deathbed weighed heavy in your bag, and you had a good idea of what to do with… at least one of them.

“I have something for you, actually,” you said, slinging your bag off your shoulder and rifling through. Your hands landed on the golden letters, until you saw the one with his name on it.

You pulled it out, and passed it around your hands a moment. Too late to back out now, even if its contents were embarrassing. “Here,” you said, holding it out to him. 

His fingers brushed your as he grabbed it, and started to unfold it.

You cut him off, swatting your hand over his. “No, do that when I’m out of sight it’s too cringe,” you laughed, shaking your head. “And like, maybe don’t message me about it. But…” you pursed your lips, looking at the grass, leaning your cheek onto your shoulder. “I wrote it the day before my exorcism. Read it or don’t, but don’t tell me about it,” you laughed 

His eyes widened a moment, and he nodded, slipping it into his bag. “Uh, thank you,” he said quietly, with emotions unreadable. 

The bus was pulling up, and you sucked a breath in through your teeth. It was yours. You’d be the first to arrive, and the first to leave. 

You met Dippers eyes, and he sighed. The bus door was opening. And somebody must have gestured at the bus driver to give you a moment, because it didn’t pull away. 

Dipper sighed. “Well,” he said, glancing at the bus. “Guess I’ll see you later,” he smiled, “I love you,” and gently kissed your forehead where you bandage was, light enough as not to hurt you, hard enough to leave an impression. 

A crooked grin here on your lips, and you fought the urge to cover your face, which was probably blushing. “Cringe. Love you too, Dip,” you said, fighting to maintain eye contact. You gave him one last kiss, and grabbed your suitcase. 

You sighed at the busses stairs, and looked back. “Bye guys,” you waved, looking over your friends once more. 

They smiled. Pacifica waved, “Let me know when you get home.”

”Oh, us too,” Mabel said, elbowing her brother.

Dipper nodded, slightly blush on his cheeks, “bye Y/n.”

And then you were on a bus, going the opposite direction of Gravity falls, and on the first stretch of a journey far away from your friends. Into the… somewhat known, you supposed. 

                                           …

Dipper sat with his legs crossed on the bus. Mabel was already asleep beside him. He wanted to chide her, but it was already dark outside, the only light was the dim and blueish bus LEDs. He checked his phone. Almost midnight. They’d probably get home around one. 

He tried to look out the window, but it was hard not to see his own reflection.

He pursed his lips. Your words were echoing around in his brain. Read it or don’t. But don’t tell me about it. He snickered to himself. But the paper felt heavy in his bag. 

Sighing, he pulled it out. Just his name was written across the front, and the thought that you wrote it thinking it would be the last he read of you… he pursed his lips, and unfolded the paper.

Dear Dipshit

He smiled. 

I’m sorry. We just got done talking about what we’re gonna do with me and Bill and whatever as I’m writing this. You didn’t seem too happy about the idea. This all sucks, I know. I guess I’m a little glad that you care enough to argue for me though, that you weren’t so mad at me for… this whole thing that you’d be fine with the risk. Sorry I worry you so much. 

Dipper winced reading over the words. Of course he cares, he wanted to say. A part of him did begin to understand why you wouldn’t want him to message you about this though. The thought of you writing this, alone and thinking you were going to die…

Honestly, sorry about all of this. It was my mistake that landed us here, there’s a thousand things I could’ve done differently. Like, I could have told you about the statue, that would have been so easy. I could have told you about what he was saying in my head, I guess I thought it was my own thoughts. That seems so silly now, he was saying some weird shit. I could have told you “hey I shook hands with a rock” and even that would have been something. I guess that’s all over with now though, no use dwelling on it. Even if it’s hard to help myself. 

So sorry. Yeah. I should write about better stuff. 

Dipper fought the urge to text you and tell you it wasn’t your fault, reminding himself that he promised not too. But his chest tightening thinking of your guilt. Deep breaths. He told you. He told you after that it was a burden they all had to bare. 

This summer has been one of the best regardless of all this, I won’t lie. Like, deadass. We did a lot of cool stuff. Hanging out, monster hunting, scheming. I really liked the Fourth of July. Bet you can remember why lol. I feel sorta cringe writing that. Whatever, I’ll live. Or… heh. Jokes. 

Ugh, that was bad. He shook his head as he smiled. You were totally right though, that was a good night. He chose to think about that rather than your horrible dark jokes. 

Honestly, you’ve been great. Like, as long as I’ve known you. It’s weird, we’ve been friends since we were thirteen. I’m surprised our friendship survived the school years. I’m glad it did. 

He nodded along reading it, as if you were there next to him. 

I forget what made me like you. Well, no, bad phrasing. I know why I like you, but I forget what exactly did it, you know? Like, I wonder what the moment was for little fourteen year old me that made me go “yeah, this guy… this is the guy.” Honestly, I wish I did. 

I wonder what the moment was for you, too. Like what the fuck game did I have when we were thirteen that got you down bad for like, the next several years. Well I shouldn’t flatter myself too much, I guess, I don’t know if it was just a summer thing. I know we both dated other people during school. But still though, several summers. 

Dipper covered his mouth with his hand. Who he was hiding from, he wasn’t sure. Unfortunately, the memory was clear in his head. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, not even close, but he definitely had a crush on you after maybe five hangouts, however quick that was. It was after the two of you worked with Soos to catch Bigfoot. 

Oh god that totally reminds me: dating other people. When I dated that bitch I refuse to name, like, several times I basically just wished it was you. Like, he sucked so much, you know I’m not gonna get into it, and so much towards the end I thought about you. Like, how much nicer you are to me. Wow that felt super weird to admit. True though. 

Oh my god. Dipper wanted to hide in his hand. He could relate too much. Dating somebody else to try and get over you, he definitely screwed up, and so much just wished he could be done with his feelings, or just be with you instead. He tried to avoid thinking about that year, it was embarrassment and shame enough for his whole life. 

Dipper, I hate that as i write this, we haven’t even been dating that long. Like I know it feels like forever, to me at least, just cuz we’ve been friends so long, but we only got together like, this month. Isn’t that crazy? It feels crazy to me. 

There’s a lot I imagined we’d do together. Like, we’ve never spent a Valentine’s Day together, that feels like a thing most couples do, right? I don’t even like that holiday much, and I’m still lamenting that. Have I even seen you in winter? The only time we hung out not in the summer was that one spring break. Winter would be fun, I think. 

I love you, man. Like, for realsies. Sorry about everything. I’m glad you still like me, but I guess that means you’d be sadder if this doesn’t work out. Pros and cons to everything.

It’s been good. You’re one of my best friends in the world, and I wish there was more time. You’re sweet. Don’t forget me. 

Yours,

Y/n

Dipper smiled. His vision was a little blurry, and he stared at the ceiling with his pupils to try and stop himself from crying. You really thought that was going to be your goodbye, didn’t you. Well, it was a good one. 

Fuck. He glanced at Mabel, then back out the window. His face was a little red. His eyes drifted over the paper again as he skimmed through it once more. You wished that you’d had more time. And didn’t want him to forget.

As the lights of Piedmont drew closer, he thought; You’d have plenty time together. It had been a good summer, believe it or not. Just like the first one had been, despite the apocalypse. The world nearly ending seemed rather normal for an eventful summer. And how could he ever forget you? The idea seemed laughable. 

He tapped Mabel on the arm to rouse her, and she started to wipe her eyes as they got closer to home. Plenty of time. Whether it be next summer, or maybe spring break if he was lucky, you’d have plenty of time. He looked over your letter. Wendy’s hat was heavy on his head. Next year, he’d go back and trade again. He’d see his grunkles for the holidays. He would watch Soos’ terrible YouTube channel. He had the number for everyone else he cared about. 

Next summer, he’d have plenty more time. They got off the bus, hauling their bags behind them. His home always felt foreign after summer. There was a light on in the kitchen he could see. One of their parents must have been waiting for them to get home safe. 

He sighed, and they started for the door, Mabel following groggily behind. Next summer, plenty of time. Maybe sooner. Hopefully sooner. How would he survive this school year? Dipper shook his head on the doorstep. He was already counting the days until classes ended, and he could go back. Because right now, Gravity falls felt more like home than the suburbs. 

Next summer, he’d have plenty of time. 

★彡๑ end ๑★彡

Epilogue

Chat. Im free. Finally. HUGE THANKS TO ANYONE WHO EVER COMMENTED!!! You guys were sometimes the only reason I actually started to write. Huge motivator. I’m done with this summer, main story over now. It was a long summer. But I’m a sucker I’ll probs write an epilogue or two.

Anyway, I started this fic with like 1/4 of a plan and a dream and somehow it ended at a cohesive story an even 25 chapters.

Also I’m goofy im arospec, I Bounce back and forth between loving the idea of romance, and being completely repulsed by it, which makes it hard to write a y/n romance sometimes. I tried to power thru it, but I feel like it shows in how little they actually kiss or say “I love you” 😭 I just can’t stand that stuff sometimes. Hope it wasn’t too obvious.

Thanks so much for reading!

Taglist: @cipheress-to-k-pop @dead-esque @phobo-ss

[dontmentionitseriouslyy]

𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 (𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎)

Part one | Part two

~☆☆☆~

Pairing: Dipper Pines x Female Reader

Warnings: amateur writing, fluff, cursing/profanity, not proofread.

Word count: 4,762

Summary: Mabel invites you to a sleepover, and you try (and fail) to take a soothing nature walk!

A/N: Happy New Year, guys! Sorry that it’s been like…a year between updates. Honestly, I could write a whole ass chapter about all the stuff that’s happened (something like ‘Tales of ‘25’), but I know y’all have been waiting too long for PLAPN, so here’s all I’ll say for now:

I thought 2025 was the best worst year of my life, but it looks like 2026 is on track to break the record!... 🫠 (Also, disclaimer: this chapter has been floating around in my drafts doc for aeons so the writing may feel a bit stale and super campy! I was thinking of doing a re-write but honestly I was a little lazy, soooo…enjoy!)

~☆☆☆~

“When there’s no cops around…anything’s legal!”

-Stan Pines, The Time-Traveler’s Pig

The morning sun filtered in through the grimy shades and illuminated the dust motes that were frolicking around the room. The birds were chirping, the wildlife awakening, and you–well, I would like to say that you looked like a slumbering princess, but I’m not that much of a liar.

In truth, you were sprawled out on the cot like you had fallen fifty stories, your head in a strange position and your hair frizzed out around you. And instead of a pool of blood, there was a small dribble of crusty, half-dried drool stemming from your chapped lips.

With an unladylike snort, you awoke with a bit of a start, squinting through sleepy eyes.

“Yeah, buzz off.” You mumbled nonsensically into the air in front of you, voice hoarse from lack of water.

“Who you calling a horse, man?”

…

Wait, was my mic on?

Sorry about that.

…

Anyway, after fully gaining consciousness and wiping your eyes and mouth clear of dried mucus and saliva, you (naturally) reached for your phone to see if either of your parents had messaged you. Instead, you were greeted with a barrage of texts from an unknown number, whom you quickly realized was Mabel.

‘hey bestiee!! 💗💗⭐️🐷🪐’

‘its may-may from yesterday 🙃😜🤩’

‘listen i was wondering 🤔 if u wanna come to a sleepover 2nite w/ me and my friends candy and grenda!!! 🥳😄🍕📻’

‘what am i thinking?? Of course u wanna come! 🤪’

‘ill see u 2nite then cutie!! 🧡💕⭐️😘’

‘Mabel OUT!!’

The constant use of emojis and late 2000’s type texting kind of hurt your tired eyes, but you were charmed anyway. And you had a good enough read on her personality that you knew she wasn’t being controlling, just overzealous.

You chuckled to yourself as you glanced across the messages, typing out your response.

‘Hey, Mabel! Sure, I’ll come over tonight. What time?’

You yawned lazily as you waited for her reply, which came surprisingly fast.

‘Around 8! Bring ur fav things 2 do!! 👏🎉😆😆’

‘Okey-dokie!’

You had to admit that you didn’t use that phrase very often, but honestly, her permanently excited energy was contagious.

You wondered who Candy and Grenda were, and if they were trustworthy people, but you figured that probably everyone in this small town was a good enough person to socialize with.

With that, you forced yourself out of the covers with minimal grunting and shuffled over to the bathroom to wash away your morning breath. You also found it in yourself to take a nice, almost hot shower, though the water cut between warm and cold and sludge, the last of which you quickly learned to dodge after vigorously scrubbing away the first wave.

“Ugh, towel baths from now on.” You resolved bitterly, yanking a body towel off the rack and starting to dry yourself with it.

After a somewhat rocky start to your day with a somehow blander breakfast than yesterday’s, and meandering aimlessly around the halls, you decided you were bored of kicking rocks inside and it might suit you better to kick rocks outside. You could just hear your dad in your head saying something about ‘building character’ as you pulled on your walking shoes, scoffing in response.

Since the forest was facing the backside of the motel, you supposed you would just take a nice walk around the perimeter to kill time until you could feasibly go down to the Shack for the sleepover. You took your backpack this time, packed with plenty of snacks, a couple bottles of water, a pack of cards, and a somewhat interesting romance novel from the local bookstore back home. It wasn’t much, but it should’ve been sufficient enough for a sleepover, you thought.

Walking out the back entrance of the first floor, you were greeted with the fresh smell of pine trees and forestry, and a charming view of the woods. Obviously you weren’t stupid enough to go trudging right into them directly and get yourself hopelessly lost. Instead, you would just keep to the edge of the trees, where it was safe, and enjoy the scenery from there.

You took a deep breath in and out, a smile working its way onto your face. One foot in front of the other, crunching over fallen leaves and twigs and greenery. Sooner or later, you let your thoughts wander.

What you wanted for your next birthday…

Which friends you wanted to see first when you got back home…

That one song about walking a lonely road…

Oh, damn.

That was the fourth time in the last 12 hours you caught yourself thinking about that Dipper boy. Were you…developing something of a crush? No, that couldn’t possibly be it. Sure, he was passably cute, kind of endearing, sort of great at unintentionally making your heart do weird gymnastics…Ugh, you could feel yourself getting giddy about him already. This wasn’t good.

‘I mean, it probably won’t even go anywhere, so there's really no point in catching feelings.’ Your brain told your heart.

‘But what if it does go somewhere?’ Your heart shot back, ‘I mean, what if we actually have a chance with him? Get to go on dates and–’

But before your heart could finish telling your brain why marriage was inevitable, you felt a hand grab and tear your bag right off your back!

“Oh, HELL NO!”

Whipping your head and looking wildly around for the thief, you realized that you had let your feet drift too far off the course; you had no clue where you were. Starting to hyperventilate with anxiety, you chased after the little man with your bag.

“Hey! HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!” You bellowed, running police-officer-style after the blur of red and blue.

For a startling second, he turned his ugly head over his shoulder and hissed at you, baring his crooked, yellowed teeth. The action made you flinch, and he giggled evilly, pointing a nasty little finger at you as he scurried away.

Luckily, he wasn’t looking where he was going, and ended up tumbling down some rough terrain, instinctively curling into a ball and dropping the backpack. You quickly caught up to him, snatching it off the ground.

He recovered speedily, though, and before you knew it you were fighting for your possessions in impromptu tug-of-war. The creature looked feral, crouching on all fours and snarling at you as his teeth dug further and further into the fabric.

“Let go, you little gremlin!” You shouted at him, but to no avail.

Just when you were about to lose your grip, something startled you both into freezing.

“Stop!” A warbly but commanding voice called.

“Shmebulock, put it down! Now,” it added, and the little beast complied, whining like a dog as it did. You turned around and found the source of the voice: another small man with a red hat and blue attire, but with brown hair instead of gray, straight eyes instead of crossed, and an overall less wild demeanor.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” It–he winked at you after a moment of you looking at him.

“Uh…”

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Jeff, and the guy over there is Shmebulock. We’re gnomes.” He explained, smiling as if this were a perfectly normal occurrence and meeting.

“...Right.” You remembered Dipper giving you a short briefing on gnomes, how they were weak individually but strong as an army. You decided you should probably get your stuff and book it ASAP, not wanting to risk a dangerous situation.

“So, um, I’ll just go, then.” You said awkwardly, picking up your bag and clearing your throat.

“Well, why don’t you stay for tea?” ‘Jeff’ suggested while ‘Shmebulock’ went off to gnaw on a nearby branch.

“Uh…” You started in a hesitant tone, hoping he’d just let you leave. “I don’t know about that…I’m alright, really, I actually should be getting back,” alright, maybe you didn’t have the foggiest idea where you were, but you really didn’t want to chance facing a ‘mega-gnome’, as Dipper christened it.

“Oh, nonsense! It’s really no trouble,” he assured you, clapping his hands together twice. In an instant, a handful of gnomes and small woodland creatures appeared with what looked like a bunch of furniture; you didn’t have time to take a good look at it, because the following second you were already seated with a cup of warm tea in your hands.

‘Shiiit.’

“You know, we really don’t get girls this pretty ‘round these parts,” the gnome remarked as he sipped his tea.

You could only think to nervously laugh, your voice much higher than usual.

“I was actually just thinking that we–us gnomes, I mean–that we need a new queen.” He said, very obviously checking you out over his tea cup.

You gulped.

‘Straight to the point, huh?’

“And I was also thinking…” He continued, “Since our old queen dropped out on us…” He set his cup down, beginning to twirl his finger around the rim of it, “Maybe you could, I don’t know, fill the position?” He gave you his best seductive look, and you immediately felt like vomiting.

Instead, you took a sip of your own tea, looking for any excuse not to talk for a while. After a lengthy minute, you finally cleared your throat.

“Well,” your voice wavered a bit as you tried to keep it light, “that’s, um, a…generous offer,” you said awkwardly, glancing to the nearest clearing in the trees and preparing to run like the wind if things went South.

“And I’m sure you’re all very nice,” you went on, unsure how to let him–or them, really–down without invoking their wrath.

“But…” You trailed off, looking for a reasonable excuse while his face slowly started to fall. “The thing is…that, I, uh…”

‘What do I say, what do I say?!’

“...” No words were coming out. Oh, no.

“Ugh, I knew it!” He scoffed, throwing his hands up in the air. “Every single time I try to approach someone nicely, they always reject me! Now I don’t even feel bad about slipping that mushroom drowse into your tea,”

Wait a hot minute–WHAT?

“You–you what?!” You sputtered, literally trying to spit out anything you could. But too late, you had already downed at least half of your cup.

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled sinisterly, standing up (there wasn’t any height gained by this) and ordering the squirrels and various gnomes to restrain you. “I guess I should’ve told you–we gnomes are very desperate for a new queen, and as a powerful race, we don’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Arggh–hey! Get off me!” You grunted, struggling against both the creatures and the effects of the mushroom as your vision started to go fuzzy around the edges.

Your last sight before the blackness kicked in was Jeff standing over you with a triumphant look on his face.

‘Little shit…’

~☆☆☆~

‘Oh God…what happened…?’

As you came to, your head ached as if it had been hit, and you reached up to rub it absentmindedly; only you couldn’t. Your arm was currently tied to your side, and suddenly the memories of what had just happened came rushing back to you like PTSD. Panicking, you thrashed against the ropes holding you down.

“Grah–OI! Let me out!” You shouted, violently jerking to and fro in an effort to find an opening you could slip out of.

“Shmebulock,” warbled the gnome beside you, making you pause and blink at it in confusion.

“I–what?”

“Shmebulock.”

“...”

“Let me go.”

“Shmebulock,” he repeated.

“...Is that all you can say?”

He looked down, nodding sadly. “Shmebulock.”

“Oh, um…”

…

“Could you untie me, maybe?” It probably wasn’t that bright of an idea to ask him that, considering he was the one who had stolen your backpack, gotten you into this situation, and probably tied you up in the first place, but…it was worth a shot?

He folded his arms and turned around on his stool, effectively ignoring you.

You sighed.

“Awesome,” you remarked sarcastically to the ceiling, staring up at the rocks, moss vines, and crystal formations. It was pretty, but it’s hard to really appreciate that kind of thing when you’re roped up and about to be forcefully married.

Trying another tactic, you quietly shifted and squirmed about until you eventually freed one hand. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for now. But now what? You groped around for a rock or fallen crystal sharp enough to saw through your bonds, but it seemed like there weren’t any nearby. You swore silently, turning your head as far as you could for any sign of something you could use for escape…until you moved and felt a familiar rectangular shape pressing against your pocket.

Yes! Never in your life had you felt grateful that you were addicted to your phone, but at last the time had come when you were! If you hadn’t been worried about whatever kind of notifications you might’ve received the one time you willingly went into nature, you wouldn’t have as much of a chance of escaping as you did now.

Wordlessly rejoicing, you shimmied up and down and all around until you were able to slip your hand into your pocket and retrieve your phone, glancing back at Shmebulock every few seconds to make sure his back was still turned.

You painstakingly opened it, and turned the volume off, cursing your past self for scrolling Jorts so loud. Opening the messages app, you tapped Mabel’s contact and desperately typed away at the keyboard:

‘HGELP!!’

‘GNOMSEA’

‘CAPTURED ATLAIR’

‘SNED HEELP SOON’

The constant typos–courtesy of using only one restrained hand–made it look like you were high on something, but you prayed she would get the memo and come to save you.

One minute passed, then two. Still no response. Just as you were beginning to get really desperate, a simple message was sent back.

‘Help on the way. Hang tight.’

The lack of emojis or abbreviation slightly jarred you, but you really weren’t in any condition to complain.

“Well, well, well,” the sound of Jeff’s voice made you jump, your heart leaping into your throat and your stomach feeling like it was going to drop out of your ass. Slowly, you craned your neck to look at him, just knowing you had an expression of pure horror on your face. You promptly hid your phone the best you could.

“Jeff! I-uh–didn’t see you there,” you managed with an unusually high-pitched tone, “I was just, um–I was just–”

“Calling for help?” He finished for you, annoyed. You swallowed thickly.

“Whaaat? No,” you lied through your teeth, very badly might I add.

“Sure,” he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I totally believe that. Shmebulock, smash the device-thingy.”

No!

You gasped as the other gnome snatched your phone out of your hand, wincing and groaning deeply when it collided with the ground with a sickening crack.

“You…monster!” You shouted at Jeff, “Do you have any idea how much that’ll cost to replace?! Like, a hundred dollars! My parents are gonna kill me!” Okay, sure, it wasn’t a fortune to replace your old, outdated phone, but it was still yours, and no one had the right to get their grubby little mitts on your best friend.

“That’s great, honey.” He waved you off, “But right now, what we need to focus on is the sacred ceremony of holy matrimony.” He drew nearer to you, a smirk plastered on his face, and it was all you could do not to lose your bland breakfast.

“Aw, why the long face? We gnomes are a powerful race, and you must feel honored to be chosen as our queen.”

You almost dry-heaved at that.

Oops, nevermind, not almost.

“Hey!” Jeff shouted indignantly, looking very offended. “Alright, just for that, no queen privileges for two weeks!”

“How could I be your queen? You don’t even know my name!”

“Formalities can wait until after the wedding!” He shrieked, making you recoil in alarm. He took a deep breath, calming himself.

“Now, Shmebulock, the rings.” He turned to the other little man, who promptly took out a jingling sack, presumably full of rings for the entire colony plus one queen.

‘Oh no, this is bad–this is really bad,’ you panicked, starting to feel your chest constricting. The rings were getting dumped out, Jeff was putting one on, he reached for your hand with his small, clammy fist, preparing to fit one onto your fourth finger–

“Not so fast!” Rang out a familiar voice, making you start and whip your head toward the source; every gnome in the cave did the same. There was Dipper, standing in a halo of golden light like a night in shining armor, wielding–a leaf blower? Whatever, beggars and choosers.

“Dipper!” You exclaimed in relief, never having been so glad to see someone with landscaping equipment. 

“(Y/N)!” He called back, running down to you to aim the leaf blower menacingly at your captor. “You let her go, Jeff, or I’ll start this thing.”

The creature flinched, glaring at Dipper like an old enemy had finally crossed him for the last time. “This is the third time you’ve cheated me out of a queen, Pines! If you do this, I’ll declare war on your entire bloodline!” He threatened, pointing a stubby finger at Dipper.

There was a moment of tense silence with air so thick you could’ve flicked it like jello. “Stand down, boy,” Jeff growled through clenched teeth, narrowing his eyes.

Dipper mirrored him, shoving the leaf blower slightly closer to him. “Let. Her. Go.”

The little man sighed. “I didn’t want to have to do this, but you’ve left me no choice. Gnomes!” He barked his command, raising his hand and making a signal.

In an instant, the platoon ran at him, hands reaching out like claws, horrible little fangs bared, and hissing like cats. Dipper raised the leaf blower, flicking the switch and sucking in as many little varmints as he could–they really were the perfect size to get stuck in the tube. 

They screeched and shrieked shrilly, packing into each other and making it impossible not to watch as he clicked the switch from ‘reverse’ to ‘normal’. The gnomes flew and soared through the air to collide with the rest, knocking them down like bowling pins. 

“Get ready to run!” Dipper dashed to your side, pulling out his swiss army knife to snap the admittedly weak binds you couldn’t free yourself of. With your hand in his, sprinting full speed, he led you to the entrance of the cave, where the sudden bright light of day nearly blinded you. When you recovered, you saw a beaten down old golf cart with a faded red and yellow canopy, of which he’d presumably arrived in. 

“Get in!” he ushered you forth to the cart, but you didn’t need telling twice. You bolted to it, almost falling over as you tumbled into the passenger seat beside him. 

“Seatbelt,” he reminded you quickly, looking over his shoulder to back up and turn around as you did what he said. With a turn that made your body slide, Dipper sped off and away from the gnomes’ lair with his foot quite literally pressing the pedal to the metal. 

“We’ll be alright now, right?” You asked, getting a little woozy from how bumpy and fast the ride was.

“We need to get as much distance as possible,” he replied, his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel.

“Why?” You gulped, “What do you—” Oh.

You turned slowly in your seat, witnessing something you immediately wished you hadn’t; the gnomes were conglomerating, piling into some sort of mega-gnome monster right before your eyes.

“Oh, shit!” You yelped, promptly wheeling around to face the forest in front of you. 

An ear-shattering roar made your hands instinctively fly to your ears, clamping over your head as you grimaced. You knew Dipper was already going as fast as the beaten up old golf cart would let him, but you couldn’t help but scream, “DRIVE, GODDAMNIT, DRIVE!”

“What do you think I’m doing?!” He yelled back, neither of you angry but instead panicked. You sank in your seat, gripping the sides of it for dear life.

“Hold on!” Dipper warned over the crunching of the foliage and the rumbling of the giant gnome—who was gaining on you.

“What—AAAAHHHH!!!”

With an impossible acceleration, the cart flew right off the edge of a canyon you hadn’t realized was there until you were hovering over it in what felt like slow motion. Your hair lifted into the air, your stomach performing a horrifying flip and the urge to either shriek or throw up clawing at your throat.

“Oh my God oh my God ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod—”

A loud thud sounded, almost sickening to you, but you landed on the other side of the cliff, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut. You made it.

The giant monster gave an earth shifting bellow, dropping to its knees and shaking its huge fist in a promise of revenge. You sped away, clutching at the sidebars of your carseat with a vacant, almost traumatized look on your face. Dipper let out a heavy sigh, turning to look at you.

“You okay?” He asked gently, unable to keep the worry out of his voice.

“…Yeah…” You said slowly, “…no.”

He breathed out a shaky laugh, a wobbly smile making its way onto his face.

“Thanks for, uh, saving my butt back there,” you said, starting to feel a bit awkward now that you weren’t in imminent peril.

“Ah, don’t mention it. You’re not the first girl to be kidnapped by bride hungry gnomes.” He replied, smiling a bit more comfortably now. You settled, your heartrate finally starting to slow.

“Who was it before me?” You said, curiosity taking over.

“Mabel, actually.” Dipper chuckled, his shoulders shaking gently.

“Wait, seriously?” You said incredulously, studying the side of his face.

“Oh, yeah! Let’s see, it was our first week in Gravity Falls, and Mabel was super boy crazy at that time…”

~☆☆☆~

“No way, you actually promised them that Gideon kid?” You snickered.

“Hey, it was for a good cause!” Dipper defended, grinning as he held his hands up, momentarily leaving the wheel. You didn’t know exactly why you catalogued the fact that he seemed comfortable with a vehicle, but you did.

Shaking your head, you smiled at the passing scenery. The two of you were almost back at the Shack, going at a slower speed now. The sun was starting to set, slowly sinking further and further to meet the horizon. You supposed it was nearly time for Mabel’s sleepover now, which made you remember—your backpack.

You groaned, slumping and dragging your hands over your face.

“What’s wrong?” Dipper asked, concerned.

“My backpack,” you grumbled from between your fingers, “the gnomes took it.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and you assumed he was about to offer some guilty words that wouldn’t really do anything, maybe even deliver a lecture about protecting your stuff. But strangely enough, neither happened. You felt him reach into the backseat, heard some shuffling of—what was he doing?

“You mean…this backpack?” 

You looked up in bewilderment, your eyes being blessed with the sight of Dipper Pines holding a familiar sack of worn-down fabric, grinning like he had the answer to a million-dollar question. You gasped way too loudly.

“What—how—where—?” You sputtered, eyes darting wildly between him and the bag.

“I saw it near the entrance of the cave and figured it might be yours,” he explained.

About twenty different thoughts and feelings whizzed through your brain at once, going something like:

‘Oh my God—thank you! But why didn’t you say anything? You’re so sweet! How can I ever repay you? But seriously, why didn’t you say anything, dude?!’

But instead, you let out a disbelieving scoff, which quickly morphed into an incredulous laugh. You reached over and punched his shoulder lightly, earning a small, indignant ‘ouch!’

“Dipper, you sly dog!” You exclaimed, ignoring his little protest as he handed the backpack over to you. Looking through it, you found that (thankfully) nothing was missing, save for your snacks and a few small bites out of the romance novel. In your joy and relief, you practically launched your arms around Dipper, squeezing him tight.

“Thank you so much!” You squealed, not seeing the deep red flush creeping up his neck, face, and ears. The poor boy looked exactly like an old-fashioned thermometer, but you were blind to it.

“D-don’t mention it,” he found himself saying for the second time that day, stuttering mostly due to the proximity but also because you were constricting his airflow. “But, uh, you’re kinda choking me.” He added, patting your back awkwardly.

“Oh! Sorry,” you pulled away, giving an embarrassed laugh. “Thanks again,” you repeated, smiling so warmly at him that he could say with 100% confidence that his heart was going to beat right out of his chest.

“Hey, no problem,” he returned quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

The sun was getting really low at this point, casting a brilliant orange light over everything that wasn’t shadowed. Looking back at Dipper in that magnificent light that could make anyone look majestic, you could make out faint scars and blue ink smudges across his hands. Freckles from spending time in the sun sprinkled his cheeks, reaching up to his eyebags like constellations. His hair glowed in the golden hour, forming a halo around his face under that hat that looked in major need of replacement. You really couldn’t help but lean forward slightly…

Wait. Stop.

You forced yourself to look away, playing your closeness off as shifting in your seat. You cleared your throat and trained your eyes on the dirt path in front of you, trying to swallow down the heat burning at your cheeks. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, starting up the cart again and driving the relatively short distance back to the Mystery Shack.

As you finally pulled up, you thanked Dipper again for the ride and for saving you from holy matri-gnome-y. He smiled, held the door open for you, and you felt something in the back of your mind stir, making you feel like maybe you weren’t the only one feeling the…vibes?

“Hey, (Y/N)?” He asked abruptly, making you turn on your way up the stairs. 

“Yeah?”

“Uh…” He trailed off for a second, as if trying to decide something. “Just, um, have a good time. That’s all.”

It sounded like that wasn’t all, that there was a lot he was going to say but didn’t. But you chose not to pry, instead shooting him a smile. “Thank you, Dipper.” You told him earnestly, before starting up the staircase and completely missing the cherry red painting his cheeks.

You didn’t exactly know where Mabel’s room was, not having been upstairs for long on the tour, but you used the highly recognizable sound of loud, girlish laughter to guide you. Stopping in front of the door, you raised your fist hesitantly, preparing to knock. After a deep breath, you did.

Knock knock kno—

Before you could even finish, the door had flung open and you were yanked forward by a pair of very muscular hands, the sound of squealing assaulting your ears worse than the giant gnome’s roaring.

“(Y/N)!” Mabel exclaimed, leading you to the game of Bend Out of Shape they were playing. “You’re here!!”

“Ha, yep.”

“Candy, Grenda, this is (Y/N).” Mabel introduced you to the two girls, and you found yourself warming up to them almost instantly. You did have to explain why you showed up late with a bunch of leaves and twigs knotted into your hair when they took a closer look at you, fawning over your ‘ethereal princess-y’ looks. After a recap and a discussion, you soon figured out that Mabel had gone out for party supplies and left her phone at home, so Dipper must have seen the texts from you and taken it upon himself to come to your aid.

Your heart definitely melted a little at that, but unfortunately it must’ve shown on your face, because you spent the next ten minutes suffering through relentless teasing like it was the War Days.

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Needless to say, you fell asleep first. You could feel the marker on your face, the streamers in your hair, and pizza grease under your fingernails. Nonetheless, you were still happy about a night of wildly fun memories…that is, until you discovered in the bathroom that the ink didn’t wash off.

“MABEL!!!”

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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it! It's probably gonna be a while before the next chapter update, because it needs a whole ass re-write, but I promise you guys that I will NOT be discontinuing this series no matter how few and far between the updates become! I appreciate the support so much, and you guys genuinely make my day, even when I'm having a bad one. If you want to check out my other works, I have all my fanfic related accounts listed on my intro post, and I'm working on a masterlist, which is coming soon!

Also, if you were wondering, this update kept getting delayed because...(deep breath) I got a fungal infection, had a 14 hour flight, got sick, had finals week, got the fungal infection re-diagnosed as a bacterial infection and then re-re-diagnosed as eczema before the doctors realized it was allergic contact dermatitis that kept being exacerbated by the medication they were prescribing me, at which point it's spread to basically all over my body...🫩🫩 And all this happened within the first month of 2026, lmfao. Anyways, now I've built enough character to last me quite a while! Thank you for reading and stay tuned!

-DMIS

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[myliliofthevalley]

Reversing the Spell - [prologue]

Pairing: rev!Dipper x f!Reader Warnings: - Word count: 1.4k

In which [Reader] comes to Reverse Falls for the summer to visit her cousin, Gideon. Watch as she slowly encounters the eccentricities of this seemingly boring town and uncovers dark secrets of the Mystery Twins.

In this part: [Reader] arrives to Reverse Falls and meets the beloved cast. There seems to be an instant resentment between Gleeful and [Reader]...

a/n: I found this in my drafts and I thought why not start a series based off it! Hopefully, this will become my excuse to write more, I feel kinda bad for abandoning my barely-started blog for a few months… Oh well, enjoy!

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[Reader] breathed in the fresh mountain air as she stepped outside.

The school year had just ended when her parents decided for her to spend her summer vacation with her great-uncle and cousin. She had never even heard of their existence before, so you can imagine her shock when her parents forced her to get on the shady bus. Poor thing threatened to fall apart at the mere contact of a tire with the smallest pebble.

She glanced around. She was the only one to step out the shabby bus. Of course she was. This town was practically unheard of. It was so insignificant, it wasn't marked on any map of Oregon.

Her cousin should arrive anytime now. Her parents briefly described him to her, so he shouldn't be too hard to spot. She doubted there were many short albino guys here anyway.

Oh there he was. In his true glory, he shyly made his way towards her, sporting a black and periwinkle hoodie, baggy jeans and a white and blue cap with a huge pine tree on it. Walking beside him was a tall blonde gal with big turquoise triangle earrings and big blue eyes. Probably a friend of his? She was sporting a pink and purple sweater with tights with matching leg warmers and turquoise shorts.

“You must be [Reader], right?” said the white haired boy. “I'm Gideon-”

“And I'm Pacifica!” joined excitedly the blonde. “I think we should give you a town tour after you get to see the Mystery Shack. What do you think?”

"I honestly don't see why not..."

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The Mystery Shack was alright.

…

Yeah, no, that's all [Reader] could say about it. It was just an old wooden cabin. Nothing too special.

While, sure, it contributed to vibe of the environment, with the tall imposing pine trees and dubious glowing mushrooms, it didn't seem like the ideal place to be living in.

It looked as if the stairs would creak loudly underneath her feet, threatening to crack in perfect halves. As if, when she’d get up to drink some water in the middle of the night, the floor would break, sending her tumbling to the room below. As if she'd find a big crusty cockroach underneath her bedsheets, serving as her new roommate for the summer.

But she couldn't deny the coziness that the tourist trap held. It had this inexplicable air of liveliness and warmth that not many homes held. Maybe that's why the tourists kept coming here, despite the obvious money grab.

“Alrightyyy, are you ready for a town tour?” said Pacifica, excitement written all over her features.

“I suppose so… What is there to be seen?” replied [Reader] unsurely.

“I mean, there's an arcade, there's a small shopping centre… there's also Greasy's Diner. It has some pretty good food.” joined Gideon, continuing to stare at the wet spot on the wooden ceiling.

They were currently in attic, in the very room all three were supposed to share. Despite appearances, the place was quite large, so sharing a space with her cousin shouldn't be too hard for [Reader].

Gideon was laying on his bed, as if he were a dead man in a coffin. His cap has been long discarded on the floor, right next to a sketchy red journal and his hoodie, leaving him in just a pale blue t-shirt and his jeans. Pacifica was at her tiny vanity comparing earrings, trying to settle for which one to wear while going out. In the end she decided to go for the big blue triangles that she wore when [Reader] arrived. The other girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, right in the corner of the room. She had just finished unpacking and she was playing around with one of Pacifica's many plushies, a round yellow chicken with a cylinder top hat and a monocle.

“Greasy's Diner?” [Reader] raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I'm pretty hungry, although I'd rather visit something else first.”

“Oh! How about we bring you to the Mystery Twins and thennnn to Greasy's! They have a show every now and then.” Pacifica grabbed her hairbrush. “Sure, they aren't the friendliest bunch, but their acts are fun!”

“The Mystery Twins? Are they some sort of performers?” [Reader] was confused. Rightfully so, not often did she come to random towns in the middle of nowhere. From what she the cousins have told her, it was full of weird people and even weirder phenomena. She was intrigued.

“I suppose you could say that.” Gideon sighed, getting up. “I'm not sure it's a good idea tho, I really don't want to see Mabel right now…”

“Oh, come on! She needs to at least know who to beware.” Pacifica pointed at him with her hairbrush in an accusatory way. The two started to banter.

“Wait, who are these twins?” [Reader], looked at the two as if it was a very unhinged tennis match.

“Oh don't worry, just some evil stuck ups.” said Pacifica. “In all seriousness tho, they should be avoided.”

“Yeah. They're just a pair of twins, about our age, who just perform magic tricks in a stupid blue tent. Mason and Mabel Gleeful. Tho everyone just calls Mason Dipper.” Gideon got up and grabbed his hat. “Shall we go?”

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The walk to the Tent was uneventful, the trio was inducing in small chit chat and the occasional playful banter. [Reader], despite her original reluctancy, found herself enjoying her cousins’ presence. Perhaps this summer won't be so bad.

The Mystery Tent was… well, of course, a tent. A blue tent. A simple blue tent with some form of colourful pentagram drawn on it. Given how pricey the tickets were, the show better be worth the hustle.

The trio took their seats, [Reader] getting to be in the middle with Gideon to the left and Pacifica to the right. The lights suddenly turned off, indicating the beginning of the show.

A short and rather beautiful girl came on the stage, wearing a black bodysuit with black tights and heels. A bright blue blazer rested on her shoulders, her nails sporting a sparkly version of the same bright colour. Her brunette hair was styled in neat curls, a chunky headband adorning the top of her head akin to a tiara. On it was attached some sort of turquoise stone, different intensities dancing among it's surface. The lids of her magnetic grey eyes were coloured a shimmery blue, matching the theme of her outfit and the decor.

A tall young man stepped on the stage right next to her. He had neatly combed back brown hair with a singular white streak running through it. He wore black high waisted dress pants and a black button up blouse, with a blue waistcoat and cape that matched his eyes. It was the only real difference between him and his sister, really. The contrast of grey and blue was so striking it was as if foreshadowing their natures - the grey, her unpredictable personality, akin to a devastating storm, the blue the iciness of his attitude, the sharp edge of his speech, the hard stone-like stare. On his forehead, peaking beneath his perfectly styled bangs, could be seen a mark in the shape of the Big Dipper.

That's definitely where he got his nickname from. thought [Reader]. There's no doubt.

He wore a black bolo tie with the same sort of stone his sister had attached to it. There was something undeniably intriguing about these makeshift talismans, magnetic energy as if radiating from their surface.

Suddenly, as if sensing her stare, he turned his gaze toward [Reader]. His face was devoid of any emotions, his stoicism creating a glare on his perfect features. Hatred could be as if seen in his orbs and she couldn't help but start to resent him as well. There was something about him that made her blood boil and she would be unable to explain it even if she tried. His mere presence was irritating her, she couldn't think about anything else but how much she wanted to leave. Escape his scrutinizing glare and go devour a whole tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. How could someone be so awful from just a stare? There was something plainly evil about his nature and she didn't like it one bit.

This was going to be one long summer.

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[grayhyacinth]

I love your gravity falls fics!

Could I possibly request for you to write for the prompt of Dipper dating a vampire who fosters a great interest in humans/human culture despite being hidden away from society and told to fear humans while they grew up? (Kind of like Mavis from Hotel Transylvania)

They were extremely sheltered and decided to sneak away from the forest their parents hid them away in to explore the nearby town, Gravity Falls! In their attempts at adventuring during the night, they'd meet Dipper who'd eventually know without much contemplation that they're a vampire and be mildly interested in their supernatural abilities. Meanwhile the vampire would be very interested in the (cute) human's humanity.

(Also, maybe some conflict as their parents hate humans so...it'd be kinda awkward when they start dating Dip 😅)

Thank you for the request!! I had a lot of fun writing this! Please enjoy!

Links: ao3, tumblr, masterlist

The moon was high, silver light slicing through the thick canopy like a blade. In the heart of the old-growth woods, where no mortal paths dared to tread, nestled a neighborhood that didn't exist on any human map.

Stone cottages rose from mossy roots. Gothic arches curled with thorny ivy. Red roses littered the grey architecture. And watchful eyes, too many of them, glinted from the shadows.

In this mysterious neighborhood, the undead had finally woken from their slumber.

You stood at the edge of your family's estate, cloak pressed to your chest, a brown leather bag slung over your shoulder. Inside it: a tourist map map of Oregon and a journal filled with dreams. Not bloodlines. Not hunting tactics. Dreams. Scribbles about sunsets. Pop music. Slumber parties. Humans.

"Where do you think you're going?" A sharp voice pierced the stillness.

Your unresponsive heart jumps.

It was Uncle Voren, all hunched posture and glinting monocle, stepping out from the shadows with two black-furred bats at his side. His eyes were bloodshot from days of not sleeping. The bats beside him mirrored the same wide eyes paranoia, their fangs curled as they protruded from their little mouths.

"Uncle Voren!" You said carefully, slowly tightening your grip on the strap of your leather bag.

"Out for a midnight stroll, are we?" He asked, voice low and suspicious.

"Umm... yes!" You replied in a tone to chipper to be true. "Just you know... heading to the... um... cemetery."

"The cemetery?"

"Yep!" You nodded enthusiastically, stepping back slightly. "Totally normal vampire things. Just thought I'd get a bit of... inspiration! Tombstones, gloom, you know. Soothing."

You glance away quickly from his scrutinizing stare, eyeing you up and down.

Uncle Voren squinted. "You despise the cemetery. You said it smells like moldy teeth."

"Character building!" You hastely chirped. "Gotta get over my aversions, right? Embrace the rot. Soak in some ambiance. Very serious personal growth arc happening here." You waved your hands up and down, maximizing the point that you were finally growing out of your shell.

The bats' beady eyes stare unwavering, their little noses sniffed, unsure. Voren tilted his head, eyes narrowing.

For a moment, you were sure he could hear the frantic pounding of your unbeating heart.

Then, finally, he let out a grunt.

"Fine. But don't be long. And no funny business. The mortal border is active tonight. I'd hate for you to accidentally wander off."

"Oh, I'd never!" You said brightly, already stepping backward toward the trees. "Wander? Me? Nooo. Just good old-fashioned graveyard loitering. Smell ya later!"

And before Voren could second-guess, you spun on your heel and vanished into the trees.

As soon as he were out of earshot, your grin dropped, and you ran. Boots skimming across the forest floor, branches slapping past your cloak, you whispered a shadowstep spell under their breath and blinked, fwoosh! Through a line of tall pine trees and over the fence that marked the boundary of your hidden society.

On the other side: night wind. Crickets. The distant smell of sweet maple syrup and pancakes. Stopping dead in your tracks, you stared down at the grand human town below. Twinkling lights reflect the tiny lives of insignificant creatures. The town sparkled like spilled fireflies in the valley below.

Gravity Falls.

You breathed in the scent of fast food grease. And freedom. Finally.

"Let's see what's so scary about humans," you whispered to the night.

And with one last glance at the forest behind them, you vanished into the dark.

The bright, round moon casted its gaze onto the tall pine trees below. Long shadows hid your body as you slinked through the forest, inching closer and closer to the human town.

Your cloak snagged on brambles. You didn't care. Your boots were soaked from the creek you half-tripped through. Still didn't care.

You crouched behind a tree, watching from the edge. You could smell humans. Real humans.

You could see one, even. A boy walking alone in the dark forest, holding a flashlight and muttering to himself while flipping through a thick notebook with a giant handprint.

You blinked.

He was... shorter than you'd expected. Messier, too. Brown hair sticking out under a trucker hat, oversized black sneakers, and a blue vest that complemented his orange shirt. He looked... human. Entirely human.

And yet, your fangs twitched. Not from hunger, but from something else. Curiosity.

You stepped closer.

A branch beneath your foor snapped in half.

The boy froze.

Then turned.

Flashlight beam cut through the trees.

It misses you.

"Who's there?" His voice cracks halfway through, shrill and falsely bold, like someone trying to bluff their way through a horror movie.

You stay perfectly still.

But your smile grows.

He's scared. Not enough to run. Just enough to be interesting.

You take a silent step forward, letting your boots crunch just slightly on the pine needles. Just enough for him to hear.

He jumps, spinning around. The flashlight beam wobbles. He grabs at a branch for balance, holding it like a sword.

"I've got a weapon," he says, a little too fast. "And--and I'm not afraid to use it! Probably." He mumbles the last word to himself, a silent prayer on the tip of his tongue.

You tilt your head, amused.

You finally step forward, the moonlight catching the edge of your face. Just enough to show the faint glow of your eyes. Just enough for your fangs to glint when you speak.

His eyes widen. His grip on the branch tightens.

"Who--who are you?" he stammers, swallowing hard. "And what are you?"

He steps back instinctively, bumping into a tree with a soft thud. The flashlight trembles in his hand.

"Would you believe me if I said... I'm just a curious traveler?"

He stares.

Your smile wider, teeth sharp but your tone almost playful. "Sheltered most of my life. Raised to think humans were monsters. Figured I’d come see for myself."

Dipper blinks, his eyes trailing to your glinting fangs. "Are you... a vampire?"

"Mm. Very perceptive, human boy with terrible posture."

"...Hey."

Silence falls between the two of you. One with a heavy, labored breath and watchful eyes. The other curiously examining the creature in front of them.

He's cute, for a human.

"You’re not running." You tilt your head. "You’re supposed to run."

"I should be running," he says, still staring. "But now I just kinda want to ask questions."

You pause. Then grin. "Good. I have some too."

You take another step forward, closer now, close enough that you can smell the faint scent of clean laundry and pine on him.

"What’s a ‘pizza bagel’?"

He squints, caught completely off-guard. "A what...?"

"A pizza bagel." You cross your arms, genuinely confused. "You know. The thing you humans eat?"

He stares. "Let me get this straight…" Still gripping his stick like it might ward you off, he sighs heavily. "You’ve never had a pizza bagel before?"

You raise a brow. "Well. We drink blood, human. Bagels are not on the menu."

His eyes widen a little, but to your surprise, he doesn't flinch. In fact, he lowers the stick. "You’re missing out. Come on," he says, a strange confidence in his voice. "Let’s go fix that."

But, just as he spun on his heel to step away from you, he spins back. "And if you try anything,” he lifts the stick dramatically, "I’ve got… this. And sarcasm. Both are very effective."

You grin at his failure of a threat. “Lead the way, human."

The Greasy diner is quiet, only a trucker asleep in a booth, and Lazy Susan humming off-key while wiping the counter. The lights flicker, casting a weird, warm glow over the red vinyl seats.

You sit across from him in a booth by the window, watching the steam curl from his hot cocoa like it’s some strange form of magic.

A paper napkin lays flat between you, a pen already poised in his hand.

"We’re doing this like a contract?" You ask.

"I take monster stuff seriously," he says, scribbling PIZZA BAGEL PACT at the top in all caps. "You tell me about vampire powers, weaknesses, and creepy rules. I teach you about human stuff, pop culture, food, and small talk. We both win."

You glance down at the greasy plate he slid over.

"And what do I call you?"

He looks up mid-writing. A thoughtful expression on his face. "My name is Dipper Pines."

Making eye contact, you smile lightly. "Please to meet you. Mine is (Y/n) (L/n)."

He returns the smile and goes back to writing as you stare down at the plate of food.

The bagel is toasted. Covered in red sauce and melty cheese. It looks like an open wound.

It honestly repulsed you. "I have… so many questions about this."

"Perfect," he says, flipping the pen in his hand and offering it. "Sign here."

You read once over the contract and then sign with a dramatic flourish. Human lives are short, which makes contracts with them a little less dangerous.

Dipper smiles widely. He quickly grabs the napkin, rolls it up as if it's a piece of parchment paper from the 1700s, and tucks it into a hidden pocket in his blue vest. "Okay. First question: sunlight. Does it instantly kill you, or is it more of a slow sizzle?"

You pause with the bagel halfway to your mouth. "It’s more of a... painfully glamorous death. We burst into glitter."

"...You’re joking."

"Am I?"

He narrows his eyes, trying not to smile. You take your first bite of the pizza bagel, and immediately your expression shifts.

You freeze.

He leans forward. His chin rests on the back of his hand as his eyebrows raise up with an expectant look. "Well?"

"…I want fifteen more of these."

He grins.

"Welcome to humanity."

You finish chewing the last bit of molten cheese and crust, eyes wide like you’ve just tasted enlightenment. You lick your fingers slowly, thoughtfully. "Okay. My turn."

Dipper sips his cocoa. "Hit me."

You lean forward, elbows on the table, fangs just barely showing as you ask, deadly serious:

"Why do you have so many condiments? Humans carry like, five sauces just for potatoes. Is that a dominance thing?"

Dipper choked on his drink. "I--what? No! It’s just… taste. Variety."

You nod a few times, thinking carefully. "Flavor hierarchy. Understood."

Dipper lets out a breath, still blinking at you like he’s not sure if you're joking or genuinely building a thesis on human cuisine.

“Does all blood taste the same?” he asks.

You perk up slightly. “Nope.” You say it far too casually, like someone talking about ice cream.

He leans back a little, half-wary, half-intrigued. “Okay… should I be concerned that you answered that so fast?”

You smirk. You rest your chin on your hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. "We're taught early how to tell the differences. Human blood varies by diet, age, and even mood. Some of it's sweet. Some's spicy. Some tastes like sadness and instant noodles."

Dipper makes a face. "That's horrifying. And weirdly specific."

You grin. "I like to be prepared."

He stares for a moment, then slowly raises a finger. "Do not try to guess what mine would taste like."

You lean forward, fangs peeking just slightly. "Oh, I already have theories."

He grabs a nearby glass bottle salt shaker and shakes it at you, and you laugh, a soft, rich sound that echoes in the diner's cozy lighting.

Despite his disturbed expression, he smiles at the merry sounds that escape you.

A moment passes allowing you to quickly finish the pizza bagel, you tap the table again, eyes burning with curiosity.

"What is the purpose of a 'middle school dance' if no one is actually mating?"

He sputters, coughing. "Whoa! Whoa. Okay. Time-out."

You grin, all fangs and amusement. "Too much?"

The boy coughs again, a red blush creeps up the sides of his face and onto the tip of his ears. "I think actually it’s my turn to ask a question," he says, trying and failing to sound smooth.

You lean in, chin resting in your hand, clearly amused. "Oh? The human strikes back."

He clears his throat, attempting to regain some composure. "Right. Okay. So…" He pauses, glancing at you more directly now. His voice drops just a bit, softer, more genuine. "Why now?"

You blink. "Why what?"

"Why come to Gravity Falls? Why sneak out of your creepy vampire forest just to show up here?" He shrugs, smile tilting.

You hesitate for a beat, surprised by the weight behind the question. Then, slowly, you look toward the window, watching the moonlight touch the tops of the trees beyond the glass.

"Because I got tired of looking at the world through stained glass and iron bars," you murmur. "Because the stories they told me didn't match what I saw when I watched from the shadows. And maybe…" Your eyes drift back to his. His dark hues reflect your expression, your desperation beyond superficial obedience. "Maybe I hoped someone out here would prove them wrong."

He doesn't say anything for a second. Just looks at you like you're a puzzle he actually wants to figure out.

"…You picked a good town for that," he says finally.

You smile faintly. "I think I picked a good human, too."

He doesn't say anything at first. Just kind of… looks at you. Like he's trying to memorize you. But then realization hits him.

Then the color in his cheeks deepens again. "You picked a good human, huh?" He reaches up, his fingers gripping the brim of his hat to straighten it.

You nod, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "Curious. Kind. A little awkward. Definitely brave." You pause, eyes twinkling. "And cute. Don't forget that part."

He chokes on absolutely nothing, grabbing his cup like it might protect him. "I--uh--okay, wow. You can't just--say stuff like that."

You lean in across the table just a little, resting your chin in your hand again. "Why not?"

"Because…" He gestures vaguely, flustered. "You're, like… mysterious and cool and undead and definitely out of my league."

You tilt your head. "But you're the first human to ever share a pizza bagel with me."

Dipper blinks. "But anyone could have shared a pizza bagel with you!"

You arch a brow. "Mm. True. But you did."

He falters, mouth opening like he wants to argue, but then his brain catches up, and he just sort of… gives up with a quiet, nervous laugh.

"Okay, that's not fair," he groans aloud. "You're using vampire logic. You're twisting it to make me sound special."

You grin, unapologetic. "That’s because you are special. Most humans would've run screaming. Or thrown garlic at me. You just... offered me junk food."

"I panicked!" He protests, flustered again. "I don't like messing with the undead."

You chuckle under your breath and lean forward, eyes gleaming in the diner light. "Well. Your panic was oddly endearing."

Then, impulsively, and with a sudden flicker of boldness, you reach out and gently play with the tilt of his hat, brushing your fingers lightly through his hair as you do.

Dipper stiffens like he forgot how to breathe, eyes wide.

"There," you say softly, letting your hand fall back. "Perfectly lopsided again."

He stares at you, heart probably doing cartwheels.

"…You're going to be the death of me," he mumbles under his breath.

You just smile, fangs peeking slightly. "Ironic, coming from the mortal."