She's the one... Dipper x Reader (Slow Updates)

Pacifica did... WHAT!!??

~~Later that night~~

No one's Pov
They strolled on in silence on the way home. The twins dropped off Y/n at her house with a few simple goodbyes. On the way, Dipper questioned Mabel about what occurred during his dance with Pacifica.

"Mabel?"
"Yeah?"
"Who was that?"
"Who?"
"You know..." Dipper hung his head low, afraid he had been friendzoned forever thanks to that guy.
"Oh him! Don't worry Dip!" Mabel smiled and nudged him. "Sure that guy was hot, but I've seen how Y/n looked at him. She wasn't interested."
"You sure?"
"Positive"
Dipper felt relieved, however still couldn't shake off an eerie feeling. "You are the perfect Match Maker. Thanks sis"
She grinned, obviously pleased to have cleared away any doubts Dipper had. "No problem bro-bro. Now let's go home and eat this candy!"

~~2 days later~~

Dipper's Pov
Y/n, Mabel, Soos, and I were in the living room, chilling and watching Ducktective. Soos was relaxing on the recliner, Mabel perched on top of one of his chubby legs. (A/n: No, I don't ship them, get your mind out of the gutters!) Y/n and I at their feet, with Y/n laying down on my lap. She had an eyepatch on her right eye. She claimed that on the way back one day, she wasn't paying attention and ran into a branch face first. Even with it, she still looked beautiful.
Throughout the show, I would steal glances at Y/n, laying on my lap (its not the first time, she's done this quite a few times, so I was used to it). Eventually, she noticed me. I looked away, embarrassed, my cheeks flushing. She giggled, returning her attention back to the tv. I snaked my hand around slipping into hers. Y/n gave a little squeeze.
Mabel poked the back of my hat, causing me to look up. She and Soos were about to explode, Mabel simultaneously pointing wildly at us. Suddenly, the door slammed open.

Pacifica's Pov
Stan Pines happily agreed to letting me work at the Mystery Shack after I bribed him.

We were in the giftshop, Stan greedily counted his bribe money, leaving me to my thoughts.
'At this point, I don't care if this place is a hovel. Dipper helped me realize that I don't have to be like my parents. Since that incident, I have grown to like him... maybe even more than a friend. It absolutely crushed and enraged me when he was holding hands with Y/n. I tried flirting with an older, cute boy to try to make Dipper jealous, only to end in failure. He was too busy chatting it up with that skank to even notice! Urgh! Ah well, it'll be easier to make Dipper mine this way.'

Stan finished then addressed me.
"You ready kid?"
"Yep" plastering a fake smile.

Stan lead me through the Employees Only area, and opened the door to the family room. Everyone jumped and looked over.
Stan blocked me from view.

"Everyone, I have an announcement to make!" He stated in his usual, scruffy announcer voice, "Someone will be joining our work crew. I think we all know her..." Dramatically paused, "Give it up for our newest employee, Pacifica Northwest!" He glided out of the way, his handed extended toward me. Everyone gasped.
Soos regained his composure and warmly smiled, "Welcome aboard dood!"
"Thanks"

Stan slipped out. My eyes landed on Y/n resting on Dipper's lap. I balled my fists, turning my knuckles white.
'How dare she do that to my Dippingdots! He's probably annoyed but doesn't want to be rude, classic Dipper.' I sat down on the other side of him.

"Hey, isn't Y/n bothering you like that?" I whispered into his ear, loud enough so no one else heard.
"No, I don't mind."

I was silent. 'Didn't see that coming, its going to be harder than I originally imagined.'
I leaned my head onto Dipper's shoulder. He tensed up but didn't protest. I guess Y/n felt the sudden jerk cause she sat up.

"Uh Dipper, Mabel, Soos? I need to speak to you all, privately."
"But what about Ducktective and Pacifica?" Mabel complained.
"Its a rerun episode, we've seen it already. And this matter is important."
"Ok..."

She hurried out of the room. They followed, leaving me alone.
I waited, then went after them, creeping up behind to listen in.