Various x Reader One Shots

Dipper Pines X Reader

Dipper Pines x Reader

Requested by @GalaxieCristal @KittyTheGoldenHeary @CelestialStories_ @mystisxn

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"I don't believe you." You sang as you jumped off the bus, your luggage being pulled behind you.

"I'm not kidding!" Mabel cried, struggling to get off the vehicle with her bags, sighing in relief as she made it safely to the floor, "I do have a pig!"

You laughed, stretching your arms after setting down your bags, "I guess you'll just have to show me, then."

Mabel let out a small growl, "I will, and you will be proven wrong."

You chuckled at her before looking around, "Didn't you say your uncle was going to pick us up?"

"Great uncle, and yeah...he should be-" A loud honk cut her off and she grinned. "There he is!"

You were quickly dragged over to a red convertible, where a older man sat drumming his fingers over the steering wheel. As Mabel opened the passenger-seat door, he turned to her a beamed, "Hey, Kid! How's college treating ya?"

Mabel giggled, "Great! It's honestly been great! I love all my teachers and all my classes and all my friends and all my-"

"You must be (Y/n)! Mabel here tells me so much about you!" The man faced you, holding out a hand, "I'm Stan. You can call me Stan or Grunkle Stan! Friend of Mabel is a friend of mine!"

You took his hand and shook it firmly, "Pleasure, Mr. Stan. And I certainly would not have survived freshman year if I hadn't met Mabel." You placed your hand on your friends shoulder and she nodded in agreement.

"Grunkle Stan, (Y/n) doesn't believe I have a pig."

The car got quiet as Mr. Stan sighed, "Kid, you don't. I'm sorry, but Waddles-" Mabel let out a screech, lasting about a minute, before Mr. Stan began to chuckle. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding!"

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The rest of the car ride was quiet as Mabel gave her uncle...Grunkle the silent treatment.

As you finally pulled into a drive way next to the Mystery Shack, Mabel had told you so much about, you couldn't help but grin.

"Sorry, again, Kid. But I need to run to the store. I have a mattress set up for (Y/n), so help her unpack for her stay."

"Thank you, Mr. Stan." You smiled gratefully before closing the door and following Mabel into the house.

"Yo, Dip-Dip ma Dippity Dipper Dip Dip! Salsa and dip! Dippingsauce! Ma Dip-Dip Diggity Dog!" Mabel began to scream, running up the stairs at the far end of the building. You gaped in awe as you walked around the shack, dropping your bags at the front desk.

"-Mabel, I will seriously burn your favorite sweaters if you don't leave me alone."

You heard a voice yell back, before hearing footsteps pad down the stairs. You step out of the isle you were in, only to see a young adult. He wore green capris and a red T-shirt. He wore a navy sweatshirt with its sleeves rolled up, revealing a tattoo on his left forearm. He had shaggy brown hair, which was slightly covered by a oh-so-familiar hat.

You smirked, "Mason Pines. Long time no see."

His grip on the book he held tightened, and he let out a harsh chuckle, eyes not straying from the page he read. "(Y/n) (L/n), what a pleasure."

"I didn't know you were back from college." You mused, leaning against a table, only for the object on it to fall. "Shit." You whispered, swiftly catching the glass statue of a...something. The brunette finally looked up at you, only for his face to grow pink. You wore black denim shorts, a tight gray tank top, and a brown flannel. You carefully set the statue back on the table, laughing awkwardly, before bringing your gaze back to his. When you noticed his staring, you blushed as well. "Keep it in your pants, Dipstick." You regathered your bags before walking past him and up the stairs.