Various x Reader One Shots

Dipper Pines X Reader

Dipper Pines x Reader

Requested by @mystisxn

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A/n- I just left South Padre Island and I am legit depressed to be home. And school starts next Wednesday. Guys I'm going to die. Please pray for me. UGH.

"I can't believe you never told me you had a twin." You gushed, following your friend, Mabel, into the Mystery Shack.

"I'm positive I've brought it up in conversations before." She crossed her arms, before jumping up in down, "I can't wait for you guys to meet! He totally needs friends!"

You giggled, walking through the door and immediately noticing the strange things around the room. "Oh, that's a nice-um-"

"We don't know what it is, don't stress out trying to figure it out." Mabel mused, before grabbing your hand and pulling you up the stairs. She led you into a room with two beds, a brunette boy sitting on one side. "Bro Bro, meet my bestie."

"Hello." He greeted, not looking up from the book he read.

Planting on a bright smile, you walked to the side of his bed and put your hand out, "I'm (Y/n)."

Mabel's brothers eyes slowly left the page and gazed at your hand. When he looked up at you, his face turned the color of a Cheez-It's box (I'm eating cheez-it's rn and the box is red so why not). He stared at you, eyes wide, before swallowing. "H-Hey there! I'm Dipper! What's your name? W-you already told me so I know your name so don't answer that question-h-so-erm." He chuckled, looking around the room in embarrassment.

You chuckled, beginning to retract your hand, "Nice to Lee you-"

"It's nice to meet you too!" Dipper quickly grasped your hand, shaking it. He soon stopped shaking it, but ceased to let go of your hand. You giggled awkwardly, looking at Mabel, who was smirking.

"Well, Dipper, I'm going to need to steal my friend back from you. Thanks for warming her hand up for her." Mabel guided you out of the room, winking at her twin before stepping into the hallway. 'She's single, by the way." She whispered, causing Dipper to turn a shade darker.

After waiting a few seconds, Dipper jumped from his bed. He threw his book onto the nightstand, quickly changing out of his BABBA sweatshirt and into a red tee. He then ran to his bathroom to brush his teeth, reapplying deodorant and spraying himself with cologne. Dipper stopped to look in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair and sent himself finger guns before racing out of the room and down the stairs.

"So, (Y/n)...isn't my brother cute?"

"Yeah, he is-"

Dipper, hearing this, lost his footing and fell down the rest of the stairs. You and Mabel both looked towards the direction of the thud, conversation pausing.

"What was that?" You questioned, taking a sip of your soda.

Mabel shrugged, "Eh, probably just Waddles-"

You scrunched up your nose, "Who?"

Mabel suddenly jumped up, squealing, "I NEED TO SHOW YOU MY PIG-"

As you both ran out of the kitchen, you turned to see Dipper sprawled out on the floor, holding his head in agony with his eyes squeezed shut. Mabel burst out into a fit of laughter, but you ran to his side.

"You okay, Dipper?" You asked, helping him up.

"No I'm not. But thank you, Mabel."

Your eyes widened, and you looked at your friend who was now a bright red from laughing.

"Um, Dipper, I-I'm not-"

"Did (Y/n) leave?" He questioned, leaning into your body as you held him in a standing position.

"I'm right-"

"She needs to come around more..."

You and Mabel both froze, staring at the teenage boy in your hold.

"Why?" Mabel asked, "You barley even talked to her."

"Yeah, but I already like her." He sighed, pressing his hands against his eyes.

You breathed out a laugh, smiling, "I like you too, Dipper."

"I know you like me, Mabel...but I wonder if she likes me..." Dipper murmured.

"I think he has a concussion." You winced, looking at Dippers sister. She recoiled at this. "What should we do?"

"Well, we need to wait for my Grunkle to get home. For now..." She grinned evilly, "Lets ness with him."

You groaned, moving Dipper away from her reach as she tried to draw a mustache on his face with a sharpie that came from who knows where. "Mabel, this isn't the-"

"(Y/n), please. When is the best time to do this? Hm?" Mabel whined.

"Um, there are plenty of-"

"EXACTLY! THERE IS NEVER A GOOD TIME TO PULL PRANKS ON SOMEONE!" She hollered, running towards you. You sister snatched the sharper from her hands, throwing it down the hall.

"Bad, Mabel." You pointed at her, and she hissed. You smirked, walking Dipper down the hall and into the living room. "Let's just get this lil bean somewhere to-"

"Mabel, can you stop being so loud?" Dipper mumbled, laying down on the couch with his arms still around you.

You chuckled, "Dipper, please let go."

"No, you're soft." He responded, tugging you down into the couch with him.

You let out a small yelp as you landed on top of the half-conscious boy. You blushed heavily as snuggled into your form, looking up at Mabel for help. She sent you a bright grin, pulling out her camera and taking a picture, before running off. You once again tried to escape Dipper grip, but he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you closer.

"Dipper, this is (Y/n). Please let go of me. You need to rest and I need-"

"(Y/n)?" Dippers eyes opened half-way, looking up at your face that was inches from his. As your eyes met, his face flushed pink. "Oh, hey."

"Hi-"

"-Goodnight." He cut you off, closing his eyes, still not letting you go.

You let out an exhausted sigh, before smiling softly at the brunette. "I'm going to regret this later." You groaned, but you relaxed into the couch and allowed Dipper to hug you.