Another year, another summer, and with it the return to gravity falls once again

But this time, there was much more to explore and solve, and Dipper knew it. That’s why he counted on your help, as he always admired your unique way of seeing the world—how you spotted clues in places no one else would. You had become his inspiration, the person who pushed him to think beyond the ordinary.

As the days went by, Soos noticed a certain spark in Dipper, one that he had never seen with anyone else but you. With his usual grin, Soos made a lighthearted joke about it, calling you Dipper’s "muse." It was a joke Dipper couldn’t shake off. After all, it felt closer to the truth than he cared to admit.

One afternoon, while sitting at the Mystery Shack, Dipper was supposed to be working on cracking the latest puzzle. His journal lay open in front of him, pages filled with notes, sketches of mysterious symbols, and now… something unexpected.

You.

He hadn’t meant to. Really, he hadn’t. But his pencil had started moving, and before he knew it, he was sketching your face, your expression when you solved something, the focus in your eyes.

When you walked in, Dipper quickly slammed the journal shut, his face flushed as if you had caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Oh, hey! Uh—uh, I was just, you know, going over some notes,” he stammered, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “Actually, I was thinking about this new mystery we’re working on... Do you, uh, have a minute to check something out with me?”

There was a slight hesitation in his voice, a subtle awkwardness that hadn’t been there before. His eyes darted briefly to the journal, still clutched tightly in his hands, before flicking back to meet yours.