A Voice, a Tree, and a Star (Dipper x Reader) DISCONTINUED

Stan runs for Mayor

“This is a bad idea,” I grumbled to myself.

“I second that.” Pacifica groaned from behind me.

“It’s not so bad.” Mable shrugged and bumped me in my elbow.

“You sure about that, Mabel?” Dipper argued back.

She looked down at the tie in her hand and felt the fabric. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Earlier in our weekly adventures, Dipper and Mabel invited me and Pacifica over to hang out, then the news stated that the mayor had finally kicked the bucket ( I swear that guy has been here forever) and Gravity Falls needed a new mayor. Down to the city hall, Stan thought it would be a good idea to run for mayor, and so far hasn’t been the best at winning the people’s hearts.

So now we are at the first speech with a mind control tie, the other one we have to give to Stan to wear. Oh, the reason he needs to win, not because we think he’ll be a good mayor, is because the other candidate is Bud Gleeful. Gideon’s dad, the kid that’s a big bucket of nopes. Some family feud turning political. Heh, it’s like Thanksgiving all over again.

“It still works right?” Pacifica asked moving some of our promotional Stan stuff to the side and handed a box to Dipper. Mabel shrugged and handed them to me to check out. I could’ve done a small look through and make sure the circuits looked right, but an idea popped in my head that I thought would be better. Gives us all a few needed laughs.

I put the one with the controls on and looked at my Dippy. “Hey Dipper, what’s that?” I pointed behind him just as he turned around. He fell for it, spun around and started scanning the area in which I pointed at. Quickly, I slipped the tie over his head and around his neck.

“Wait, What are you doing?” Dipper jumped and looked down at what he was now wearing. I giggled evilly and responded with, “Don’t worry Dips, imma just making sure it works.”

“But we already tried it on, Soos.” Dipper protested, about to take the tie off. I grabbed his hands and kissed him on the cheek. That always momentarily startled him, and it did now, too. I turned the knob on my tie and Dipper tensed up.

“Hi my name is Dipper, I’m a very paranoid guy, and listen to Baba in the shower.” I made him say, giving my best Dipper impression. Dipper repeated what I said and mirrored my movements, which was just my hand on my hip and waving of my free hand. “Also, I’m not as a quiet singer as I think.”

I turned off my tie and released Dipper. He let out a loud gasp and held his chest, leaning over. Worriedly, I held him by his shoulders. Was that too much effort I used, or he used?

“Ahhh, that’s felt so weird. Reminds me of the time when I was ripped out of my body by Bill.” Dipper straightened out and frantically tried to take off the tie. Before I could comment about what he had meant by that, he added in embarrassment, “Why did you make me say that?”

I rolled my eyes with a smile then he leaned in closer to whisperer to me, “And I thought you said you weren’t going to tell anyone.”

“It’s not like they don’t already know. I mean, Mabel’s heard you and has certainly told Pacifica about it.” I laughed at his look of betrayal, and his redness of cheeks. Pacifica snorted, “Yeah. I wouldn’t have put it past you doing that.”

“Hey, top ten songs are in the top ten for reason!” He defended himself as he shoved the tie over to me. We laughed at him some more before Stan came back from doing whatever it was he needed to do.

“Okay, I’m ready for this kids,” Stan said fixing his suit and his small red tie. He was about to walk up on the stage to wait behind the curtains as another candidate gave his speech. Mable grabbed his arm before he could make it to the steps and pulled him forward towards a small step latter.