#gravity fall fandom

(Dipper x reader fluff // Trigger warnings: two swear words, the ending- oh and possible spoilers for the book: War of the Worlds by H.G.Well) Foreword: Some people requested for more Dipper x reader - hope you like it!

"Hey, what are you reading?" your voice filtered through the silence, breaking Dipper out of his bubble. He glanced up from the book in his hands, watching you lean against the doorframe of the Attic bedroom, the late afternoon sun causing the stained-glass window to throw an array of magnificent colours across the room. He shifted, glancing at the cover and reading the words that were imprinted on it.

"The War of The Worlds... by H.G. Wells."

A grin blossomed across your face, lighting up your features like a spring bud blooming into a flower, recognition and excitement shining within your eyes. Of course, he remembered you raving about it a mere two weeks ago when you had finally come to the end of this well-known classic. A small smile of his own entwining itself into Dipper's lips as he watched you try to contain your enthusiasm, working out how to phrase yourself in a way that was understandable and not just a cascading ramble of passion.

Just like him, you were a book fanatic- and that was a part of the reason you two got along so well. There were times where you and Dipper had spent more than 6 hours engrossed in conversations about literature… Plotting theories, discussing characters, overanalysing and comparing writing styles... talking to you was probably his favourite part of the summer, although he was too shy to admit it.

"That book was fantastic. Way ahead of its time... may I join you?"

Dipper nodded and you walked across the room, your skin illuminating in the tainted light as you took a moment to glance out the window before you settled down on his bed.

"Where are you at?"

"He just arrived back in London after parting with the artillery man. Near the end."

"Ah... you’re coming up to the best part," Your voice hitched slightly in your throat. A single butterfly fluttered in Dipper's chest as he felt the warmth of your thigh brush against his skin, the mattress bending under your weight, moulding itself to accommodate you into his world. He couldn't help but stare at you... how beautiful you looked... the way the shadows danced across your face... "Can you read it to me?" Your voice chimed like a million church bells, echoing through the room, fragmenting the stillness of the atmosphere. For a moment, Dipper was stunned by the request. It had been unexpected. But willingly, he shifted to allow you more space on the narrow bed, as you lay down next to him.

When your body collided with the duvet, his scent descended around you, a comforting presence of oak and sandalwood tinted with a light hint of vanilla. He started to read, his voice a low hum that resonated through him. The vivid imagery of post-apocalyptic Victorian London flashing through your mind, familiar and almost nostalgic. It was more interesting that you remembered... but that could have been because he was the one reading it.

Your hand traced circular patterns against the fabric of his orange t-shirt, tickling his stomach, involuntary curling the edge of his lips. The sudden smile twisting his words as he tried to repress laughter. He stopped abruptly.

"Do you want me to read or not?"

A soft giggled fell from your lips at his annoyance and without warning, you pulled yourself into his torso, letting your head settle onto his chest. Dipper blushed, his heart racing on the non-existent wind. He took a deep breath, relinquishing in the heat of your touch- but also recollecting his thoughts which had flown out into a million different directions.

His voice fell back into its gentle pace which reverberated with the rhythm of his heart beat. Tenderly, you snuggled into his T-shirt, letting the light comfort of this moment, of this place, of this being settle over your mind.

Against your will, you felt the charm of sleep begin to clasp onto your consciousness. Eye lids heavy, fluttering slowly shut. Your breath syncing with the pulse of the boy underneath you. Dipper’s voice fading out until it was nothing but a faint murmur in the depths of your awareness. Peacefully, you let yourself fall into the pure light of sleep…

-

“That I have counted her, and that she has counted me, among the dead…” Dipper trailed off, eyeing the painful blankness left of the page. He placed the book down and rubbed his eyes with the flesh of his palm, the mastery of H.G. Wells still running through his head. The vivid imagery, the suspense, the subtle foreshadowing… everything twisting together to create a brilliant classic. “Holy shit.”

“You were right (y/n),” He chuckled, not noticing that you had fallen asleep. The laughter dying in his chest when you didn’t respond. He frowned a little, shaking you softly.

“(Y/n)?”

You stirred slightly, a miniscule mutter rumbled from your larynx- before you rolled on top of him. Trapping him under you. Pinning him to the mattress. He sighed- resigning to the fact that he was going to wait until you woke up.

Lying very still, trying not to disturb you, he observed you sleep peacefully- breath trapping in his chest as your beauty, once again, took his breath away. You were so tranquil… so crystalline…

He was so lucky to have you.

Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the core of him- into the very essence of his being and gently kissed the top of your head. He was never going to let you go, never going to hurt you- and he knew he was playing with a dangerous entity. You were beautiful and intelligent- a risky concoction that could dazzle anyone. He had tried- He had really tried not to fall for you, to keep his distance, to be wary, to maintain his composure. But the thumping of his heart, the rushing of his blood to undesired places, the dilating of his pupil whenever you were around told the truth. You had him wrapped around you fingers and there was nothing he could do…

(But what he didn’t know was that you loved him)

Then, as much as he wanted to stay awake to make the most of this rare moment, he too fell into an unexpected siesta; subconscious slowly subsiding into oblivion.

-

“HEY DIP DIP!” Mabel screamed up the stairs, her feet pounding on the creaking planks. She came to a stop momentarily at the top of the steps- panting- resting her hands on her knees as she bent over herself. “I really need to work on my cardio!” she wheezed- Before popping straight back up and running down the hall. Halfway through her teenage years and she still hadn’t lost her childish energy.

“DIPPER- HAVE YOU SEEN (Y/N)? I CAN’T FIND- “

She froze, bedroom door flying open and banging against the wall, as her eyes focus on her brother’s bed.

“… them.”

Quietly, she creeped forward, holding her breath and peered over the two of you. Your leg draped around Dipper- his arms holding you so tightly it looked like he was suffocating you.

Her eyes glistened...

"It's so adorable!" She said in an intense whisper; her voice mimicking that of a kitten drowning in rainbows, glitter and awe. With a shit eating grin devouring her face, she pulled her instant camera out of her pocket and snapped a photo of you two- the film rolling out the Polaroid.

"Scrapbook opportunity!" She said giddily to herself- determined not to lose such a precious moment as this.  Flapping the photo gently, she silently backed out of the room, a small giggle getting the better of her before she closed the door. Shutting you, and Dipper, back into your own world of dreams. 

-

And as they slumbered- the day drawing to a close- the dimming sun pulled the shadows along the room, contorting them into cold hues of deep blue which contradicted the warmth of the summer day. This gloom enclosing around them. Enveloping them in the coolness of the fresh night. But, as the last of the sunrays filtered through the triangle window located on the other side of the room- an image illuminated within the impending darkness.

On the wall, glowing yellow, was a single triangle… and within it an unfaltering eye. Radiating an uncomfortable shade of chilling blue, that stared out towards them. Watching… waiting… laughing… this sinister image was now just a reminder of the horror that had taken place more than four years ago… But maybe- just maybe- it was a warning.

(Its cold gaze fixated on the couple in the corner- making one of them unknowingly squirm- for a moment it looked like it- blinked…)

A warning that the serenity was coming to an end…

 “We’ll meet again… don’t know where… don’t know when…”

 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA

(Older Dipper x Reader // Trigger warnings: violence and some swearing) Foreword: Not a 100%  sure I’m happy with this but here it is anyway. The monster is kind of base of Sirens…? Anyway, hope you enjoy!

The morning haze drifted through the trees as I listened to Dipper’s heavy footsteps along the dirt path. Everything was still, stagnant, silent other than us and the sleepy morning mist. I looked towards him, the ragged journal tucked into the crook of his arm, the sunlight breaking through the canopy in rays that turned his hair a brilliant golden. I took a deep breath; the air was so heavily laced with moisture it was almost suffocating. I glanced through the leaves and noticed the clouds gathering, clustering…

“A storms brewing,” I said breaking the silence. Dipper’s head turned slightly, glancing at me, “and it’s a big one. Whatever you’re planning to do you better make it fast.”

A small smile entwined into his lips as he nodded but didn’t say anything.

 It wasn’t normal for him to be this quiet. Yeah sure, he was shy and adorably awkward in most social situations however, just like his sister, he was a talker. Especially with close friend. Normally, he would be babbling on about something science related or a new monster he discovered. I felt my heart rate increase a little, anxiety setting in. It just wasn’t like him to be this… quiet.

Suddenly he stopped and opened the journal, flicking through the pages until he found what he was looking for. I twisted myself to face him, to see whether I could guess what he was thinking but his eyes where hidden under his cap, shadowed and dark. I couldn’t read a thing.

“Dipper… what exactly are we out here to do?” I asked cautiously. It was stupid for me to even get worked up like this, I mean this was Dipper! And it wasn’t like this was the first time going on walks with him… But, it was just me and him, deep in the woods, alone…

He had changed over the last year too; grew a lot taller, put on a little muscle, became rather cute- I shook my head vigorously. What was I thinking, I’ve known Dipper for years! Being in a relationship with him would be wrong (no matter how many time Mabel tried to set us up together). It would never be ideal.

Plus, there was no way he liked me back. He’s obsessed with Wendy, always has been…

“You’ll see,” a wry smile on his lips. It was almost like he was mocking me… My anxiety rose like a mountain lion waking from a deep slumber as we started to walk again. I fell silent, trying to tame my heart, coaxing it into submission. Maybe it was the atmosphere. The air heavy with water molecules, so much so that it clung to my skin. It was claustrophobic. It was unbreathable. And it seemed to get worse the deeper we went into the forest but maybe it just my anxiety building and building and building-

Suddenly there was a break in the trees. I gasped, partly from amazement, partly because my lungs were on fire. As we edged into the clearing the mist parted to reveal a lake. Crystalline. Tranquil. So still and undisturbed that it reflected the sky, it’s water shimmering silver. The air here was so dense it was almost like I was drowning. The oxygen deprivation made my head spin and I clasped onto Dipper to steady myself. But it didn’t take away its beauty.

Without the leaf canopy hiding the sun, its light rained down, reflecting off the water dense mist to create fragments of rainbows in every direction I looked. Millions of colours. Everywhere.

“Dipper…” I breathed, my voice hardly audible. I felt his hand slip into mine and I realised that he too was struggling to breath. “What is this place?”

“I found it, once. A few months back. And I thought it was beautiful… I’ve been trying to look for it ever since; almost obsessively. It appears in various parts of the forest before the biggest storm of every month and then complete disappears.” He muttered, “I’ve not told anyone else about this yet, I- I wanted you to be the first one I showed it too.” But as I look out over the lake again… there wasn’t a single breath of life. Not a breath of wind. Not a single minuscule ripple of the water. Not a sound. It was like everything was drowned, dead and wilting; an uneasiness settled into my gut. Everything about this place was… off.

“Dipper… let’s leave” I glanced to the clouds, they had gone a grey so dark they were almost black. This couldn’t be good. I tugged at Dipper’s hand but he only stiffened, unmoving as his eyes locked onto metallic pool. As the dark clouds rolled over the edge of the trees into the clearing, the fragmented colours started to fade, shadowing us in the grim. In the oncoming dark, the perfectly circler lake started to glow. I watched, intrigued, as ripples broke the surface of the mirror and a body started to emerge from the middle of the lake.

Dipper took a step forward, mesmerised, nearing the water’s edge.

Then it started to rain. The storm unfurled, blossoming from a light English drizzle into an Asian monsoon. The droplet so heavy they bruised my skin like hail. The body unfolded into a beautiful lady, her eyes closed, perfect and still. Her skin the colour of death, pale and fragile. Her dark wet hair slicked to her back. Her blue dress clinging to her wet body, the water making it practically transparent, revealing… everything.

But she was beautiful.

Dippers hand slipped from mine, my fumbling fingers unable to grasp any friction with his. He fell onto his knees as if in prayer. Like he was seeing god-

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open and I wanted to scream… but only silence was granted by my terror. Her eyes were abysses of oblivion- for she had no eyes, only a blackness that engulfed where they should have been. No iris, no pupil, no whites of the eyes- only nothingness.

And then she started to sing…

I felt my conscience dance to the hymns. Entrapped by its beauty. My mind was compelled towards her, making me want to throw myself into the lake, to give her all of me. My mind flooded for the sudden desire to become one with her. Suddenly, I was just another string on her harp of souls, just waiting for her to use me and my body for whatever she craved. The whole universe now revolved around her, silent and waiting.

I staggered lake wards, squinting through the pelting rain. Water stinging my eyes, everything turning into blurry visions. Suddenly, my foot caught on a rock and I tumbled forward, catching myself moments away from plunging head first into the dark murky depths of the lake. I froze, staring into the water, my face inches away from its surface.

Thousands of black eyes stared up at me, their faces ugly and deformed, contorted into looks of hunger and desire. Their skin wrinkled and grey. Their hair sparse and thinning.

And as they saw me they started to surge towards me, claws outstretched, yellow with age. Their mouths opened in anguish, showing rotting fangs. I threw myself backwards in a mad panic. This was a trap! All of it! I looked towards the maiden and what I saw horrified me. She was the worst of them all once the facade had fallen, spell broken. She was a rotting carcass, her skin grey and decaying, broken by maggots that had stripped the flesh to the bone. Her mouth agape, no longer singing but screaming…

Animals of all sorts were now emerging from the bushes, completely enraptured by the spell. Like zombies they stepped into the water, their eyes never leaving the maiden. Violently, they were dragged into the depths of the lake. The army of monstrosities tearing the poor things apart. Claws ripping apart flesh and fur. Teeth sinking into helpless throats. The blood of the deer, squirrels and foxes tainting the pure lake, the horror living on as the animals thrashed, calling and squealing as they were literally torn apart alive, the fear glinting in their eyes as the witchcraft fractured all too late.

Everything just a blur of red and silver; screaming bodies thrashing, drowning, dying in front of me. The silence before the storm now long gone as I found myself caught in its craze, the rain crashing down so loud, so brutal- this was the epicentre. This was what lurked at the heart of the storm…  

Suddenly I remembered Dipper and my eyes darted franticly. Momentary relief flooding through my veins as he was still on the grass. But I fell back into terror’s hold as I remembered that he was still trapped in the magic-

With eyes still glued to the woman, he carelessly casted the journal aside and started to strip, slowly pulling off his hoodie. He was falling for it! I needed to pull him out of the enchantment, I needed to find a way to bring his mind back into reality-

He tugged off his shirt, revealing his bare chest, his skin illuminating in the darkness. He stood up, moments away from meeting the water…

I lunged at him, pulling him onto the grass, sending us both tumbling away from the lake. I straddled him, my weight pinning him down as he squirmed underneath me. His pupils still dilated; searching for her, the maiden of the lake. He should have snapped out of it by now, why did he-

An abrupt snarl escaped his lips, the enchantment turning him into an animal, a wild thing, making him mad with desire. His nails dug into my skin, drawing blood as he tried to get me off him.

“Dipper…” I whimpered, struggling to keep hold of his slippery body. Why was their effect so strong on him? Why didn’t he just snap out of it when he broke eye contact like I did?

Suddenly, an outburst of shock escaped my lungs as a white-hot throbbing bloomed across my face. I was violently thrown to the side as Dipper’s fist connected with my cheekbone, the blood rushing to my face as it already started to swell red. My hand gingerly lingered over my cheek, the initial shock subsiding as the realisation hit home… Dipper had never hit me before.

As quick as lighting, he was on his feet again. My existence completely erased from his mind as he solely concentrated on her, stumbling forward, slipping in the mud, muttering something under his breath. He was blinded by his craving for her, who was in his mind was more beautiful than I ever could be… it made my stomach twist in jealousy. It hurt to see him like this…

Gritting my teeth, I staggered into a standing position. Hurt turned into hatred faster than a flutter of butterfly wings, igniting a fire within me that I didn’t realise I had. I advanced towards him, every scrape of my bones sparking new anger, new envy, new loathing. This was going to stop. NOW.

My hand clawed his shoulder as I spun him around to face me. His feral eyes darkened with insanity, his body preparing for a fight he knew he was going to win. A fight that would leave one of us dead. Preparing to end me. I growled, returning the hostility, returning the aggression- Then I did something that neither of us expected…

I kissed him.

I felt him stiffen with shock as my lips met his. He was soft, gentle, a scared animal lost within layers of incantations created by evil. I wrapped my arms around his torso, his skin electric against mine-

Then I felt him kiss me back.

His hands caressing my waist as he pulled me into him, deepening the kiss. The fire within me exploded with passion, taking over whatever sense I had. All dangers forgotten as we were lost in the heat of our bodies in union. My finger entwined into his wet, curly, locks of hair; never letting go, never stopping, never going to let him slip through my fingers like that again…

We finally pulled away, our lungs screaming for oxygen. Our pants releasing wisps of steam into the atmosphere. I glanced around us, noticing the stillness that had again overcome the forest, only fragmented by the rusting leaves in the wind. The rain had stopped…

“(Y-y/n),” Dipper stammered, his eyes large and curious, his fringe pulled back to reveal his birthmark. He was back to his normal self, good old dipping sauce. I brought a finger to his lips, hushing him gently as my own lips went to rested on his collarbone. I looked past him, into the clearing and saw that the lake was gone… like it never existed. Just grass and undergrowth.  

I sighed, relieved and finally let Dipper go, laughing when I saw how ridiculous we looked. Dipper’s clothes scattered on the floor, both of us covered in bruises, dirt and scratches, soaked in rain.

“Ford is going to throw a hissy fit when he sees us like this,” My laugh echoing through the trees, a deep blush blossoming on his cheeks as he looked around. I could just imagine it: Ford’s deep, steady, logical voice telling Dipper that we ‘were not kids children anymore’ and that we really should not go fooling about in the forest alone. Especially not during a storm. Stan would be standing behind him, adding on that he was a young man once and knew what it was like. When asked if anything did happen, Dipper would give everything away with a stuttered denial and the blood rushing to his cheeks. Mabel would then lose it; squealing ‘I KNEW IT’ before running off screaming ‘OTP’ or ‘Omgomgomgomg’. Ford would come to the conclusion that we were into some really kinky shit, judging by the state of ourselves, and Stan would pretend to be disappointed but secretly wink at Dipper, letting him know that he was totally onboard with the whole situation…

And I would get up from where every I was sitting, walk up to Dipper as I take his hand and plant a deep sensual kiss on his throat. Then continue in a flirty tone, ‘I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be waiting for you so don’t be too long…’ before winking at him and walking off. Probably escalating the situation by 1000% to then leave him to deal with the aftermath.

I grinned and turned to Dipper who had finished putting his soggy clothes back on. I cocked my head to one side and gave my most innocent smile.

Today was going to be interesting.

And as you sat on the Shack’s old tattered couch, reruns of Ducktective buzzing on the television screen, you found your gaze wondering from the vivid colours being projected in front of you. You eyes shifting to explore something else… someone much more interesting. Dipper.

His Pine tree cap had shifted slightly out of place, specks of popcorn littered across his lap, his chest slowly rising and falling, somehow in rhythm with your own…

You slipped your hand into his.

A sudden shade of scarlet embellishing the fairness of his skin as he glanced at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and wonder.

And for a moment, you thought he would pull away… that you had messed up- that you had been too bold-

But instead, a small smile blossomed upon his lips and his fingers tightened around yours…—This is a little fluff to pass the time, another Dipper x Reader is on the way!

For my RnM fans, I also have a Rick x reader Smut planned out so you can look forward to that in the somewhat near future!