Gravity Falls x Reader [...WHY??!!!]

4th of July Special

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You stare at the cracked mirror, inspecting every angle of your outfit. You wore a red tank top with a white jacket and a short, sparkly, dark blue skirt. White high-heeled boots adorned your feet, and a rhinestoned belt was slung around your hips, and an ascot in the design of the American flag on your neck.

You grumbled a little at the outfit, but, back home, you had learned to grin and bear it.

Gideon had insisted that you and he go to the festival in the town square. And, of course, since he was your cousin, you knew that you had to go. I mean, how can you ignore the little pout Gideon made when you said no? IT WAS CREEPY. Of COURSE you had to say yes.

"(Y/N)!" Gideon called. "Come on; we don't wanna be late!"

You groaned softly, grabbing the small white purse with your money. Stomping down the hall, you lightly glared at Uncle Bud and grabbed Gideon's hand. You two went out the front door, and waited for the bus.

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You look around the square, completely surprised. This place-the festivities. They-are-

"It's sucking me in," you thought. "Resist. Resist the temptation to act like a five year old. Resist. Resist. RESIST. ....Oh to heck with it, I'm having fun."

You checked to make sure that Gideon was ok before going to the bobbing for apples booth. You saw a redheaded man wearing flannel, yelling, getting himself pumped up. A scrawny brunet.... person?.... wearing green plaid pants, suspenders, glasses, and a press hat was saying "hooray" in his nasally voice. And a white-haired boy-wait, why's Gideon doing the competition? And why is he glaring at Dipper? Was he competing, too?

"Alright, folks," some random dude announced, "we need one more competitor and the apple bobbing contest will begin!"

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........

Eh, why not?

You signed yourself up and stood by the barrel beside Dipper. "Sup, Dipstick."

"(Y/N)?" he said, surprised.

"Ok, contestants, get ready-"

"Hey," you say to Dipper.

"Yeah?"

"Get set," the announcer called.

"Whoever wins..." Dipper stared at you. "...Gets full bragging rights and a day with the journal."

"What?!"

"GO!!"

You dunked your head into the cold water, blindly biting in the water. You could hear muffled cheers and calls for different people. Manly Dan, Gideon, Dipper, and, surprisingly, you.

Your lips brushed against the waxy surface of an apple, and you viciously bit into it, pulling your head out of the barrel and dropping it into the basket beside you. You looked over to your competition, seeing that Dipper had gotten only one apple, Dan had two, and Gideon and...whoever that guy was hadn't gotten any out yet.

Hearing the ticking of a clock, you dunk your head back into the barrel again. Almost immediately you had found another. Splashing in yet again, you tried to hold your breath, biting uselessly in the dark, you eventually had to bring your head back up again to breathe.

After a few more minutes, a horn blared, signaling the end of the competition.

You looked to Dipper, seeing his light brown hair plastered to his forehead. His cheeks were tinted pink, and he breathed heavily, trying to gain the air that he had lost. Very faintly, you could see a small mark on his forehead. It...it almost looked like a...

"AND MANLY DAN IS THE WINNER, WITH A WHOPPING SEVEN APPLES FOUND."

The redhead yelled, and he and a few people from the crowd chanted, "Man! Man! Man! Man!"

You and Dipper chuckled a bit, shaking hands in truce.

"Looks like you keep the journal," you say jokingly.

"Yup," he said, chuckling, albeit, awkwardly.

Gideon walked over to you two, saying, "(n/n), Father wants us to come home in a bit."

You sighed, saying, "Alright." Your gaze roamed over the crowd in front of you, and your eyes met a pair of bright green ones. Mabel mouthed something to you, pointing to the stage. You stared at her for a minute, before smiling.

"Be right back, boys," you say, fighting against the crowd to meet the older of the Mystery Twins.

You two climbed to the top of the stage, and you looked at the girl wearing a blue sweater with the American flag on it.

"Hey, guys!" Mabel yelled over the volume of the crowd. "Who else is having a great time?" Cheers and chants filled the square.

"Come on, y'all!" you say. "Where's the spirit??! USA! USA!"

"USA! USA!" the crowd joined. You heard the slight sobs of the few overly-patriotic people. You smiled, crossing one more thing off of your bucket list.

"USA! USA!! USA!!! USA!!!!!"

| Happy Fourth of July!! Sorry, I couldn't resist. And I didn't have this out earlier today, because I came up with this idea, literally, this morning. So, yeah, have fun with the fireworks, grilling out, and all of the awesome traditions of the day we got our independence. So, here are some words from the president that we will vote for during the election.

Quentin Trembly: Yes, yes, thank you, my dear Nicole.

Me: Uhm, that's not my-

QT: You have done well for this summer, and I can't believe that you found me in that strange crack in the ground.

Me: You fell off of a cli-

QT: And now, on this memorable day that we freed ourselves from the tyranny of lobsters, pants-

Me: Pants?

QT: I will give you this miniature flag.

Me: .....Thanks.

Qt: You're more than welcome, my dear girl. And now-

Me: Ok, that's all the time that we have!

QT: I haven't fini-

Me: BAIIIIIII!!!!! |