No Stan, No Plan Dipper x Reader

You were curled up into Dipper's side, looking out at the pretty sun. The day of the party was left uninterrupted after Stan's sudden appearance. The sky was black-blue over the trees, tiny stars twinkling. You, Barns, Mabel, and Dipper were out camping, Barns, after throwing a hissy fit,(you thought she popped a gasket,) finally let the four of you enjoy your time in the meadow she called her own.

"Since Stan isn't here, we can have story time!" Mabel laughed, looking at you with her creepy smile. Apparently, she had that look perfected with the help of Barns, who, not surprisingly, wanted a way to scare the hell out of everyone around her. She was setting up a fire pit, and you really wanted to know why she was following you guys everywhere, you thought she was kind of... Crazy. But you went along, your sights having been set on Dipper's friendship, maybe something more thrown in. Well, you could dream.

"Suree," Dipper said, nervously, and you momentarily wondered how he could be nervous, he stood up to the supernatural all the time! Sure, Stan thought the group of kids were playing with him about all of this stuff, but that was all forgotten, seeing as Stan wasn't there, and was never going to catch anything you did, even if that meant killing Barns. No, you wouldn't do that... If you had no reason.

You soon realized that having Dipper as your log partner had been a major mistake. As soon as Barns got to the part with something supernatural in it, Dipper had latched himself to you, and her story wasn't even scary enough. He had his hat over his eyes, and you could feel the tremors of fear rolling off him in waves. His hand was clutching your [s/c] in his hands, and he had a chunk of your [h/c]locks in his hand, little strays that were flowing effortlessly over your shoulder. "C'mon, Little Dip, let go of me," you tried to coax, but he didn't let you go. You should have been happy, you suppose, you got your wish, Dipper wasn't about to let you go, however, Barns had her eyes on you like a hawk, looking murderous.

You smirked at her, then you kissed Dipper's fingers. You wanted him off, and you would try anything, he was pulling your hair, and it hurt!

That seemed to get his attention. He pulled his hat up (to your relief, letting your shirt and hair go at that point, too,)to look at you, a weary look in his eyes that were illuminated in the dark fire. You, having just been let go, you made your move on him, and pulled him into a hug, a smile forming on your face when Barns' face turned into a pit of hate. "Fine, be that way!" she mouthed to you, and turned to her sleeping bag, getting into it while you and Dipper had your cuddle session.