#billdip oneshot

[billdipisjustanothership]

Memories of Tomorrow

One shot

Summary: Dipper Pines wakes up every morning as if it were the same day after an accident. His sister visits him whenever she can. But a young blond man never fails to appear in the park, seen from the brunette's window, every morning.

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The long days of November was what he remembered when he woke up in the hospital every morning, with bandages around his head and his gaze lost somewhere. Those were days when, engrossed, he couldn't take his eyes off an abandoned park which could be seen from the window.

The light blinded him, but he hardly noticed it, because every morning a young man appeared in that park, and not a moment did he wait to return his gaze to the young man in the hospital.

"But that is not possible," he thought, because it was very far away, and hidden among branches. And yet, if I can see him, the blond can too, he reminded himself.

Every morning was a new encounter with that dark-eyed man. And in the afternoon, a bittersweet farewell with her sister. The next day, what he lived couldn't be remembered.

Today he was 25 years old. They were both 25 years old.

"Dipdop! Happy Birthday brother!" exclaimed the oldest twin, carrying a gift wrapped in navy blue paper. His favorite color, the brother noted. He smiled at her affectionately.

"Good morning, Mabel, and happy birthday to you too. I'm sorry I couldn't buy you anything.” He apologized, although somewhat confused, as he believed he was still in the middle of November. His sister just laughed, as happy as he remembered her.

"Afternoon, it is afternoon." She corrected him, as she always did "And don't worry about it." She paused for a long time, thinking deeply about something "Hey, Dipper..." Mabel shifted uncomfortably from side to side, not knowing how to start this conversation. The doctors warned her that it was better not to tell him this, because the next day he would ask for them and every day she would give him the same answer, with the same reaction. Neither of them would resist it.

"Whatever it is, Mabel, you know you can tell me." The brown-haired man assured her when he saw her like this "By the way, I haven't heard from Stan and Ford in a while. How are they doing?"

"Oh... This is... what I wanted to tell you, Dipper," she began uncertainly. She looked him in the eye, conveying a great and unusual seriousness "S-something happened."

Immediately, upon hearing those words, the youngest of the twins tensed, sensing where that conversation was going "Go on, please?" asked the latter, seeing that the other went silent.

"They... died. Yesterday. It was natural, in their beds. They died together, and in peace." She finally admitted.

"Oh." Dipper didn't know what else to say. And to avoid spending more time in that sad discomfort, he turned his attention outside, remembering vaguely seeing the young blond man that morning. Except that no one was there. And the park was free of the typical dry leaves of autumn.

"Mabel... what month are we in?" He caught the other's attention.

"W-well, in the summer, of course, silly." She giggled nervously.

"No. No, no, no." He denied, with his hands on his head, the youngest "That's not what I asked you. And why do you look... older? His brown eyes were on her, as if judging her

"I-I..." she couldn't do it. The doctors warned her. Maybe it was better not to answer him truthfully. And on her pale lips a trembling smile was drawn "I'm just tired Dipdip. And, you are right, it's not summer. I was kidding you.” She laughed.

"Oh?" Remembering the gift, he asked, half joking, and relieved "And this? Is it also part of this joke, Mabel?"

"You caught me, brobro! It's a sweater made by me! It's... just a gift to make you feel better today." So sweet of her, thought Dipper.

"Thank you!" He was happy to receive something from his sister. She really was the best. The older twin sighed wearily.

"I... I have to go now, bro bro. Today I'm going to... visit Uncle Stan and Uncle Ford." she lied with some difficulty.

"Ah..." he lowered his gaze, disappointed at this short visit "Tell them I love them for me, Mabel."

"Sure. I'll come see you tomorrow, Dipper." She said her goodbye, unable to continue in her brother's company any longer.

The very next day...

Dipper Pines opened his eyes as he noticed the light escaping from the window, the curtains aside. Positioning himself on that hospital bed, the brown-haired man noticed something yellow (oh, so different from this white room) out of the corner of his eye. It was a sheet of paper, folded in half. Curiously, Dipper opened it and read its contents:

~

«Pine tree, Dipper, Mason, whatever you prefer to call yourself,

I am writing to inform you of the death of your beloved uncles, Stanley and Stanford, something that Shooting Star will certainly not tell you about again. Surely you will wonder why I tell you this, or if it is some kind of joke. And no, it's not a joke. I'm not that kind of Demon HAHAHA!

Getting to the point, I will tell you something else that no one has ever said to you, well, except from the first day. Yesterday, you turned 25, and it's been 5 years since that drunk (dead and in hell, I assure you) hit you when you left the University.

I am that man that you always see out of the window, and if you do not believe me, look outside and there you will see me. But before, I warn you that you will not remember any of this in the morning. Why? Because you have amnesia. You can only remember from 20 years down. So I ask you (order, let's be honest) to hide this under your pillow. And ask your sister for a diary so that you can write down what happens every morning. That way you will always remember the next thing that happens in your life. And for you to always remember me, Pine tree.

See you this morning,

B. C. ».

~

"What...!?" Exclaimed the young man. "T-This can't be true. No... I..." He grabbed his head, noticing a slight pang of pain in his temple. "What's going on?" Then he remembered a part of the letter that spoke about a man.

And he looked out of the window.

"Impossible." He whispered, amazed. If Mabel is really going to visit him today, she either isn't going to tell him about this, or she's going to think he's crazy. And he isn't crazy. The letter must have been a joke from that man, surely. Or maybe from Mabel. Dipper gulped, meeting the blonde's dark gaze.

[sugarwithsarcasm]

Was it so much for Dipper to ask to get to explore Gravity Falls without the forest throwing a complete wrench at him and ruining his plans? It was always either a) a massive threat that would harm him and trap him in the woods or b) a minor inconvenience that took way more time to solve than it should have.

But even Mabel didn't have being forced to marry a Gnome king (?) in front of his boyfriend who would just laugh at him on her "Reasons why Dipper STILL isn't back yet" bingo card.

Dipper cursed under his breath at the tiny gang of gnomes who cackled as they led him to the tallest building in their gnome village, (about the height of the absolutely ancient speaker set that Grunkle Stan refused to give away because “it still works, if you want one of those fancy bluetooth speakers either steal it or buy it yourself kid!”) pulling him along a loose vine near his hip, forcing him to walk past the gnome village, bound tightly by a bunch of vines after accidentally falling into their “wife trap” while trying to inspect velociraptor prints he had found in the edge of the forest.

“Wooo eee, boss yer not gonna BELIEVE THIS!!!” The white-bearded gnome who sounded eerily like Mcgucket knocked on the door. The door opened, the king gnome (?) walking out of his tiny castle, luckily saving Dipper the humiliation of having to crawl on his belly to enter.

“My WIFE TRAP!!!” The man cried out, doing a little dance, clicking his heels together in the air. “It’s finally gone and trapped me a wife!!” He leered at Dipper, smirking.

“But sir!” A weirdly buff gnome who he assumed was this gnome king’s (??) the bodyguard interrupted his happy dance. “This human appears to be a male!”

The gnome king (???) frowned at him, causing the buff gnome to cower. “You ain’t think I got eyeballs Jerry?! Of course I know he’s male, but look at ‘em, he’s feminine enough for me to consider him my wife!”

“ Excuse you.” Dipper scowled at the brown-bearded gnome, exasperated with himself for having screwed up on enough life decisions to lead him to being in a situation where his masculinity was being insulted by an elderly gnome. “Anyways, there seems to be a misunderstanding, I am not getting married to some elderly garden gnome, I just lost my step in the forest so if you could please just let me go-”

“Silence!” The gnome king (????) gestured for Jerry the buff gnome to kick Dipper’s ankles. “You will be my wife, I have wasted enough of my vines catching stupid phoenix’s and unicorn, I will not be passing on such a wonderful opportunity.”

Before Dipper had a chance to use rather colorful language to curse this gnome out, the Mcgucket gnome interjected, “Now, now, as the town lawyer, I must remind ya sir that there is a rule against forcing the victim of your wife trap to marry yer without the consent of the wife.”

Dipper was about to celebrate, but instead noticed the smug grin of the gnome king (?????), killing any remaining hope he had. “Well, well, well. You think I didn’t know that? My ex-wife’s failed attempts to murder me is the reason that their law was put in place!”

Dipper sighed heavily, thoroughly regretting his life decisions, “I wonder if I just fall forward if the impact of this castle would be enough to give me a concussion?”

The gnome king (??????) ignored him and continued, “So I decided to make sure that any new wife caught in my wife trap would consent to being my wife beforehand! Look closely at the vine he got caught in gentlemen.”

Jerry the buff gnome snatched the loose vine from McGucket the gnomes hand, squinting his eyes as he examined it, “By stepping on this here vine and getting stuck like a dinosaur in amber, you consent to be Jeff Geoff Goffrey’s wife.”

“Well bury me in the ground and call me a groundhog,” McGucket gnome snapped his fingers, “I’ll be darn tooting, looks like you’ve got yourself a wife who finally consents to being your wife!”

“What?! No!!!” Dipper yelped, “I couldn’t have possibly had read that, the writings to tiny! Plus it’s a VINE in a FOREST! I can’t be expected to examine every single vine I come across for an agreement to marriage!”

“Jerry,” The gnome king dismissed him again (no wonder he couldn’t find a wife naturally) “go send the Wedding Invitations to the Mystery Shack and stop by to get a cake on your way back, the wedding will be at sunset!” Jerry the buff gnome nodded and quickly began awkwardly jogging out into the forest. “Jason, go and invite the boys from the neighboring gnome villages – you know who I like and who I don’t – and tell them about my wedding and keep an eye on my bride, I need to start preparing for my big day!” And before Dipper could get out another word, the tiny gnome door was slammed shut on him.

“Ugh, this is not fair! That contract has got to be breaking some kind of laws or, or something!” Dipper sputtered, glancing at Jason, the gnome who gave him a blank looking smile.

“I don’t really agree either if it helps!” He beamed, as if expecting validation and praise from Dipper who merely rolled his eyes.

“Well you're a lawyer! Raise a complaint, find a judge to review the situation or something!”

“I would kid, but cases take ages to get reviewed by a judge around here,” he began leading Dipper into the woods, “I’m the town’s only judge, and I got a nasty habit of putting things off until the last minute.”

Yeah, Dipper was screwed.

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Bill cackled as he ran up from Ford’s basement after the boring old elderly man had thrown him out for messing with his experiment. Much to this amusement, at the exact moment he entered, he saw Mabel speeding towards the front door and flinging it open, excitedly struggling to open an envelope.

“What’cha got there shooting star? Anyone died recently making you expect a big inheritance?” Bill casually walked over to Mabel, peering over her shoulder at the envelope.

“Nope! Even better!!!” She clawed at the sticky envelope, “I ordered a raffle ticket into the Bad Boyz 4 eva ultimate fan experience concert! My tickets should be getting here any day now, since Waddles already told me I’d win and that oinker of mine is totally psychic.” She began biting at the letter and finally ripped it open.

Her look of excitement quickly dropped to a frown. “Well? What’s it say?”

She sighed, mumbling how she was “too old to deal with this shit.” After a moment she cleared her throat and read in her best impression of a gnome, “Dear residents of the Mystery Shack, you are passive-aggressively invited to attend the totally not forced union of Jeff Geoff Goffrey and Dipper Pines. I still don’t like you, but I want to rub in your faces that I’ve moved on from Mabel Pines. Gifts are mandatory if you want to attend. The wedding is at sunset tonight, the same place as last time. P.S I attached a lock of my future wife’s hair as proof this is totally not a trap. Stay jealous haters.”

Bill cackled, “Man, what did he do now to get him all caught up by a bunch of gnomes? I swear, your brother sometimes even surprises ME.”

Mabel sighed and shook her head, shrieking as a lock of soft looking brown hair fell out of the envelope. “Oooo, do you think that’s actually Dipper’s hair and not like a Grizzly or something?”

Bill took one glance at it and could immediately recognize it as Dipper’s, “Nah, it's totally Pine Tree’s. I know for sure. It’s his hair color and has the same texture.”

Mabel gave him a blank expression, “That’s a little weird Bill.”

He laughed, “If you want to hear weird than–”

“Lalalalala, going to my happy place, pushing Waddles around in a baby stroller at Disneyland!” She singed, plugging her ears with her fingers. “Anyways, tell Dipper I can’t make it because I have a totally hot date with Pacifica today.” Mabel waltzed out of the room hallway and into her bedroom, still singing.

Bill grinned, he couldn’t wait to crash the wedding.

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“Now I know ya might be nervous,” Jason the gnome lectured Dipper as he tugged him along (he had really hoped they would’ve untied him by now, his arms and legs were sore and his feet hurt from having to hop everywhere.) “But when yer on the verge of a panic attack cause yer so overcome with excitement, just do what I do to calm down, breathe, acclimate, relax and focus, or BARF for short!!!”

Dipper sighed as he turned to walk down the aisle, dressed in some makeshift white cloth they had draped over him that they called a wedding gown and a flower crown. He noticed a horde of gnomes, the only person he recognized was his boyfriend Bill who was grinning at him evilly.

“You look absolutely stunning sapling, I must say, for such a rushed wedding-” Bill started as he passed him.

“Oh shut it and get me out of here already!” Dipper barked at him, earning a tug from Jason and a snicker from Bill.

“Nah, I think I’ll just watch the show. It’s about time you suffer the consequences from barking up the wrong tree, Pine Tree.” Bill smirked and sat back down with the rest of the gnomes on the floor when Dipper reached the front of the altar, where the gnome king (????????) was beaming at him.

Jason the gnome held onto Dipper with the vine, but moved in the middle of him and Jeff. “Gentle-gnomes! We are gathered here today to celebrate the wife trapping of Jeff Geoff Goffrey!” The gnomes in the crowd cheered, Bill, who Dipper was staring at out of the corner of his eyes, simply raised an eyebrow at Dipper and then winked, clearly very amused. “To begin, Jeff, you may now kiss your bride!”

“ What .” Dipper felt his face fluster as he came face to face with Jeff the gnome, who had his lips puckered, making obnoxious kissing noises. He hoped that Bill would see this as the time to interject, knowing his boyfriend’s jealous streak, but much to his surprise Bill seemed to be trying his best not to burst out into laughter. “No! Isn’t this part supposed to come at the very end of the wedding?!?”

“Well urm,” Jason the gnome scratched his head with his free hand, “that’s a very good point. But as per the request of Jeff Geoff Goffrey, I decided to shorten up the wedding a bit, I got a surgery to perform tomorrow morning y'know?”

“Enough with the chitter chatter,” Jeff barked, before leaning in and cupping Dipper’s face with his grubby hands, pulling him close to his face…and then closer… and then bam! Dipper felt the taste of maple syrup as Jeff’s much too chapped lip met with his, he felt like he was going to barf, so tried to take a moment to follow Jason’s instructions to barf, but recoiled in disgust as Jeff attempted to bite his bottom lip.

The forest erupted in the cheers of gnomes, continuing even after Dipper had squirmed out of Jeff’s grasp. The second he broke the kiss, he sent a worried glance over at Bill, fearing that the his dream demon boyfriend would somehow be mad at him for practically cheating on him, but was instead very annoyed as he looked over at Bill who was practically dying of genuine laughter, to the point where he was wheezing and grabbing the attention of the very annoyed gnomes surrounding him.

“Gentle-gnomes!” Jason the Gnome announced once the applause (and hysterical hyena laughs) had begun dying out. “Before we concede and make this official, are there any of you who wish to oppose this union and agree to a duel against Jeff.”

Dipper smiled to himself as he watched Bill slowly get up, still chuckling to himself. “I have an opposition to this union!”

The room gasped, gnomes moving out of Bill’s way staring at him in shock as he sauntered over to Dipper, grinning. Jeff huffed and crossed his arms, “And what might that be?”

“You see, it just so happens that your so-called wife is madly in love with me, like, to the point of obsession.” He looked over at Dipper, mischief in his eyes, “Like, it’s very concerning Dipper.”

“Oh shut up,” Dipper rolled his eyes, trying his best to hide the wide smile on his face, “it’s about time you do something. I was starting to reconsider cuddling.”

Bill pouted at him, before breaking out into an even bigger grin, “and after having to watch your lame attempt at a kiss,” Jeff’s face began to grow red with anger or embarrassment, probably both, “I thought I’d finally entertain my poor little sapling and give you a lesson on what a real kiss is like.”

And with that he leaned over to Dipper, the vines binding him together disintegrating as he touched them. Dipper couldn’t hide the smile on his face any longer, and smiled wider when he noticed a similar beaming look on Bill’s face. Bill wrapped his arms around Dipper’s mid-back and pressed their foreheads together for a moment, before unexpectedly dipping him kissing him, the flower crown he was wearing slipping off and falling to the ground with a silent thud.

Dipper enjoyed kissing Bill, more than he’d ever admit to the already overly arrogant dream demon. This kiss wasn’t as emotional as their first one, as fiery as their occasional late night ones or as desperate and relieved as his heartbreaking ones, instead, it was comfortable, almost routine. The way Bill grabbed Dipper firmly, yet kissed him so gently and caringly, as if Bill was scared of breaking him, made his head dizzy. The feeling of Bill’s soft lips pressing against his slightly chapped lips, without any of the extra add ons and bells and whistles of kissing was bliss and Dipper was certain he could’ve happily melted right there in Bill’s arms.

That is, if they weren’t kissing in front of about 45 horrified looking gnomes.

The sound of Jeff clearing his throat broke the kiss between the two of them, Bill holding firmly onto Dipper and bringing him close to his chest, now in an upright position. “And that, my dear short gardening decoration, is how you woo a Pine Tree.” He said smugly, resting his chin on Dipper’s embarrassingly dirty hair.

“This-” Jeff stumbled on his words, yelling something in a language Dipper didn’t recognize (that Bill would later tell him was Finnish, because hey, why the heck not?) and then jumping off his little make-shift podium and attacking Bill’s leg.

Bill cackled at the gnome. “Oh you wanna fight? Well, my next move I guess HUH? Hold onto your cap kid!” He shook his leg, dropping Jeff to the ground, and then promptly kicking him so hard he flew above the trees and into the horizon, screams of revenge echoing throughout the forest.

The gnomes screeched as they saw their gnome king (?????????) fly off into the now starry night sky, with the exception of one gnome that just yelled “Shmebulock!” in a victorious tone.

“Come on kid, let’s go home.” Bill grinned, grabbing one arm around Dipper’s waist and snapping his other hand. In one quick, dizzying moment, they returned to their room in the shack, still entangled in each other’s arms.

“You’re such an asshole. ” Dipper tried to scowl and push Bill away. “Making me go through all of that. How I have the patience to deal with you astounds me.”

Bill laughed, “Ah, but kid, you should have seen the look of horror and disgust on your face! In my defense I’m a demon, these things are hilarious to me.” Bill pulled Dipper closer to him, nudging Dipper to look him eye to eye, their noses brushing against each other. “You knew this and yet look at you, voluntarily exchanging passionate kisses with a dream demon in public.” He pressed a soft, quick kiss against Dipper’s lips.

“Yeah yeah, I didn’t agree with the public meaning in front of an entire village of gnomes though.” Dipper swatted Bill’s chest, secretly relishing in his warm laughter.

“Aw come on kid, be honest with yourself, you’d get yourself in situations like these all the time if I wasn’t here! Don’t give me all the credit,” he kissed Dipper’s cheek, “your the train wreck in this relationship.”

“Excuse you.” Dipper frowned. “Anyways, I’m gonna go take a quick shower, feel dirty after being abandoned for a whole day from my asshole boyfriend-”

Bill snapped his fingers, and suddenly Dipper felt refreshed and clean. “Done,” Bill smiled, flopping down into their shared bed, “come cuddle with meeee.”

Dipper gave him a strange look, “someone’s extra affectionate today?”

“Don’t be difficult Pine Tree, I can still easily snap you out of this plane’s existence.”

“Alright, alright,” Dipper raised his hands, before climbing under the blankets with Bill, “there. Happy?”

Bill hummed in response, hugging Dipper from his back, leaving a small trail of kisses from his neck to his jaw. Dipper relaxed in the affectionate and comfortable gesture, the exhaustion of the day slowly wearing him down.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, he heard Bill whisper in his ear, “Sapling? This whole marriage stuff…the whole human societal convention where you brag about love and commitment and all of that other fake jazz done to make partner’s feel more guilty about breaking up..what do you think about it?”

“Hmm? Marriage? I think it’s pretty sweet actually. Getting to exchange vows and tell each other how much you love and are devoted to each other in front of close friends. I guess I always imagined myself having one and kind of got attached to the romantics of it all.” Dipper mumbled, half asleep.

Bill flipped Dipper over so they were facing each other. He could see Bill with a soft smile, a special smile he knew was reserved just for him, through his half-lidded eyes. “Sapling, my little Pine Tree, I have given you my demon form, my mind, my black hole of a heart and if I still had it I wouldn’t think twice before giving you my soul. It scares me how much I’d sacrifice for you and how much you make me feel…undemon to say the least kid.” He squeezed Dipper, “Maybe I haven’t shoved cake in your face in front of your sister, but make no mistake my little sapling, I’ve been devoted since day one.”

“I know, Bill. Don’t worry. I love you too, asshole.” Dipper mumbled, beaming as he began to doze off.

“I love you too sapling,” he pressed a kiss to the stars on Dipper’s forehead, before drifting off to sleep himself, “more than you may ever realize.”

Dipper dreamed of weddings that day, not a disastrous one, but a happy, romantic one, the kind he’d envisioned for himself when he was twelve and watching say yes to the dress reruns with Mabel. He knew though, that wouldn’t happen. Bill mocked human conventions constantly, and the concept of marriage itself was not free from Bill’s wrath. But, it didn’t really matter to Dipper if he was being honest, he was content where he was with Bill at that moment in time, he was happy with it all.

Little did he know, Bill had gone ring shopping with Mabel that very next day.

[harper-collins]

Billdip - Strange Supernatural Business

Hiya! I had a random idea for a one-shot and without any sort of plan, I just began writing! I hope you enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing it :) If you become interested in its mysteries, so am I lmao!

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Dipper awoke. It felt strange and hazy, but he supposed that would be how it felt due to the fact he had just come out of his own hibernation. Everything felt stiff, and Dipper would’ve been lying if he wouldn’t say that he almost thought his eyes had crusted over from his sleep. Dipper gave out a groan as he slowly opened his eyes despite any wishes his body was trying to convey to him. Once he could see he looked around at his surroundings to find the familiar darkness he had encased himself inside in a time that only felt as if it had only played out moments ago. 

The more the brunette woke up, the more he felt the need to move, to get out of bed. But he couldn’t push himself yet, he had no idea how long he had been out, but he had a strong feeling it’d been a lot more than a year. As Dipper slowly came to his senses and finally got out of the warmth he had enveloped his body inside, he stood. 

Dipper almost fell. He felt as though there was something keeping him up, but there was nothing there to show he was being held by anything. The brunette idly mused whether it was Mabel, or Bill helping in their own mysterious way, but no one came to tell Dipper if it was indeed anyone he knew. Steadily, Dipper got to the door that seemed to look different from when he last saw it. The brunette put a hand on the door and felt a strong wood. It wasn’t the same… 

After a minute of taking in this small little detail, Dipper found it inside of himself to open the door. The male closed his eyes and covered them as he predicted the sun would flash into the room as soon as the door opened. However, the male was mistaken. As soon as the door was open to its entirety, Dipper peeked to see just as much darkness as before. The male sighed in relief as he brought his arm away from his eyes. 

It was the same hallway which helped the brunette feel a lot safer than he had a few minutes ago. “Thank goodness…” Dipper hoarsely spoke to himself. He didn’t really want to see the sun right now, not immediately anyway. The brunette walked slowly through the hallway to find the living room, he could hear the sound of a TV playing and immediately felt his anxiety starting up once more. He let out a shaky sigh as he inched further and further into the room until he had silently gotten over to the couch. 

It looked so unreal. No, it didn’t look right, Dipper told himself. The couch… was weirdly shaped, but looked comfier than any other couch he had seen before. Dipper could see that someone was on the couch, but he felt distracted by the sound and lighting of the TV. It was the only thing in the room that gave any sort of light. 

He couldn’t tell what was being played, but he could make out the sound of people talking and humans on the TV. It seemed as though barely anything had changed in the acting department if that’s all they showed on a regular basis. As he shifted his weight on his feet, he heard a gasp. 

Dipper immediately moved to look over to the person on the couch he had more or less forgotten about. He met their eyes immediately. Blue, electric blue… They softened on contact and it only took a second for the owner of the familiar eyes to stand next to Dipper and hold him as if he was the most fragile thing in the room. 

“Pinetree?” He heard the male whisper out to him. It was as if the earth was breaking underneath the two men, neither could believe what was really going on. For Bill; it had been decades since he had seen his Pinetree’s body move with any sort of life inside of it, but Dipper felt so groggy and disorientated that he couldn’t believe that Bill was by his side or that he was touching him so delicately. 

“Bill,” Dipper quietly replied, he looked up at his other half with wonder. The taller male chuckled as he put a hand on the brunette’s freezing-cold flesh. Dipper instantly relaxed into the demon’s soft touch and it didn’t take long for him to feel just a little better to have someone by his side. 

“You’re the first one to wake,” The demon told him quietly, being careful of the brunette’s sensitive ears. The realisation made Dipper shiver as he realised that no one had pulled through yet. “What does that mean?” The brunette quietly replied, giving the demon a worried look. Bill shook his head as if to say it was too early to tell. 

“You must be stiff, let’s get you sitting down Pinetree,” Bill softly told the other and placed Dipper down on the unfamiliar couch. Despite the fact there had been no back to the couch when Dipper had sat down, by the time the brunette lay down on the couch accidentally, there seemed to be one. Dipper decided not to question it for now, as he didn’t know how much had changed since… Everything.

He heard movements from behind him and presumed it was Bill. He heard the familiar sound of a fridge opening and closing and relaxed almost instantly. The brunette felt relieved that some sounds hadn’t changed in his hibernation. After another minute of shuffling from behind him, Dipper finally saw Bill enter his vision once more. The demon held out a drink for the brunette and he felt immediately glad for the other’s thought process. 

The moment that he understood that there was a drink in front of him, he took it without any questions or manners and began gulping it down. He felt all too eager to drink as he became more and more awake. Even if Dipper was no longer human, he still felt the need to satiate his thirst in any way possible.

As the brunette began to feel full from the large drink, Bill chuckled lightly as he realised that his Pinetree wouldn't need anything else for the moment. After all, Dipper no longer needed to eat. The demon was quick to get rid of the glass.

Once the brunette finished his refreshment, there was a comforting silence between the two. They both knew that they had much more to accomplish before they could rest… But they had to take this night as it was before beginning any task left to do. Everything could wait, for now.

[bageljesus5]

gang, im bored and dont feel like writing the fic rn so i am gonna open up billdip oneshot requests

some rules

Will do

nsfw

fluff

gore

kinks

Will NOT

underage

non-con

scat, urine or vomit kinks

incest

[stanpinessecretlover]

I'm redoing my introduction because my old one is buried and otherwise inaccurate

Hiya! I'm Sergei or something (you can ask me for my other names if you're curious I'm having a crisis)

I have to say if you're under 14 or older than 19 you gotta leave, I'm not comfortable with people that aren't close in age with I around me, I have Internet trauma and stuff, plus I post really personally.

I use he/it/rot pronouns, I'm emotionally attached to my stuffed animal, I play a lot of games, all that stuff. Some of my interests are: Good Omens, DuckTales, Sally Face, FNAF, MLP, Will Wood, South Park, Demon Slayer, The promised Neverland, creepypasta, Death note, Minecraft, mitski, falloutboy, David Tennant, devilman crybaby, doki doki lit club, batim, Markiplier, DANTDM, haminations, theodd1sout, jacksepticeye, Mcsm, Penelope Scott, sharks, bears, rubber ducks, mean girls, Sweeny Todd, trains, mushrooms, gravity falls, and collecting! I have a rock collection :3.

Yeah, it's a LOT, I'm also a certified yapper. I may also have autism and/or ADHD so please be patient. I also might have a physical disability or chronic pain/illness but I'm afraid that'll be hard to convince my parents to deal with things, but yeah!

I'm also a writer, so if you want me to write something put a little suggestion in my askbox and I'll write as soon as I possibly can. It's mostly oneshots and angst, I can't commit to a whole story just yet, I can also somewhat write fluff, I'm working on it, I'm a sucker for sad stuff

Dni list, is subject to change

[bluecoffeemugs]

Hi my hands slipped hard and i ended up writing +6k words for my first angsty billdip oneshot. Go read it, I’m super proud of how it turned out. Here’s the summary: Dipper is remembering the most sweet and bitter moments he lived with Bill, eternally grateful for falling in love with that idiot. Prompt that inspired me: 
- “Dying kisses” Now, you might guess what this fic is about. Proceed with caution.

[thejadecount]

Okay, but like—imagine with me here:

It’s Mabel and Dipper’s 21st birthday, and as a celebration Stan and Ford take them to a interdiemensional bar that just ABOSOLUTELY HUGE and it’s a bar that exists inbetween universes, so in the bar that night of Dipper’s birthday—

There’s a ton fuck of Dippers there.

Turns out, they rented the entire place out.

There’s a bunch of them from different AUs—Monster Falls, Transcendence AU, Fight Falls, Reverse Falls, Zero Gravity, even a few of the Dipper’s from the fanfics the fandom makes. Some of them are monster hunters, leaders of the criminal underworld, interdiemensional backpackers, professors—and they’re all just drinking.

To the surprise, shock, confusion and horror of the Canon Pines, they’re all talking about Bill and complaining about their Pines families.

Like—

“But why is Bill so hot though?”

“I dunno man, ask Mr. I-Was-A-Triangle.”

“But why was he a triangle in your universe?”

“Beggars can’t be choosers y’know.”

“Maybe it’s the freedom and chaotic appeal. Beats our families.”

“Oh yeah, they’re pieces of shit. Like all the times Ford looked down on me—“

“When Stan used me for a money schemes—“

“And all the times Mabel just left us for fucking dead.”

“Yeah, what were we thinking? That asshole literally almost threw the entire Multiverse into chaos, just for another day of summer, that little—“

“I, for one, enjoy the chaos.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, you insane maniacal bitch. You like Weirdmageddon. Stop with the torture stories dude. I’m trying to drink my problems away here, not gain more.”

“Let’s just be glad we all left those losers for Bill!”

“And Wirt!”

“And whoever the fuck Wirt is! Here’s to fucking our families over!”

“And pulling our heads out of our asses!”

“Cheer—“

“What in the actual fuck?”

All the Dippers just turn to see the Canons and they’re all like—

“Well if isn’t the straight, bitchy loser of the group!”

“Ugh, and he’s still hanging with them.”

“LETS ALL POINT AND LAUGH AT HIM!” (And yes, that was probably Alcor).

The Canon Pines get called out for their bullshit, Dipper gets explained the messy batshit the fandom calls Billdip (and Pinescone/Cipher Pinescone) and meanwhile, in another room of the bar—

There’s just the Bills and Wirts from the Dippers’ universes.

Most of the Wirts are having civil conversations and making small talk and comparing universes.

The Bills, on the other hand, are literally congratulating and patting themselves on the back for being so hot and amazing and getting Pine Tree (and Music Note/Pilgrim, in some cases). Like—

“Ah yes, we’re so amazing.”

“And hot.”

“And we have great personalities.”

“And Pine Tree is ours.”

“And Music Note.”

“Ah, we’re so great.”

“Here’s to our beautiful, legendary asses.”

“Cheers!”

[themysteriousauthor18]

Darkness….

Then the sounds of...birds?

The world blurred as the light steadily poured in. The darkness fading away, the vision focused gradually. Coming to realize green and blue blurs were in fact the trees and sky. Ears ringing, that gently faded too as the sounds of nature took its place.

Sounds of the water in the distance, birds singing their songs. Even a few wild creature’s in the far distance.

But the more the mind settled back in, the more that pain became apparent.

His eyes grew wide as it finally settled back in. The searing burning pain coursing through his body. Emitting from his left arm.

He sat up with a heavy groan, bringing his arm up. He pushed up the sleeve of his blue hoodie, his eyes grew wider if possible.

Blue fires was engraving itself into his arm..it faded in seconds putting itself out. It didn’t catch his clothing on fire which was odd. Once the blue flames cleared it left behind markings on his arm.

“What…” He muttered, his fear and also fascination growing. He pushed the sleeve up further, it seemed the newly formed markings made its way up just below where his shoulder started. The markings, he knew them. Seen them before, in Ford's books. The insinma, the triangles. The seal….the large familiar triangle in the center.

Bill.

Why did he have it on his arm. Nothing about this could be good.

Bill….the statue-

His brown eyes looked to its location hastily. But his heart dropped, finding it was not there. Only the flattened patch of grass where it had been. But no statue.

He scrambled to his feet, nearly falling. His eyes searched the spot, hands moving across it. Where was it? Where had it gone!

“Crap..” He cursed. “I knew it was a bad idea. I should have listened to uncle Ford!”

I’ve noticed you’ve had a recent interest in Bill's statue. Just be careful, dipper...and whatever you do, don’t shake his hand. We don’t know what might happen since you are one of the things that could bring him down.

This is what he got for letting his curiosity get the best of him.

Dammit!

What was he going to tell his Uncle?

“Okay Dipper..calm down.” He told himself. “Relax. Uncle Ford and Stan aren’t going to be back from their fishing escapade for another week. I have time..I can fix this.” He went on talking to himself. A nervous habit he kept since he was a kid. “I-I just need to figure out where the statue went. What happened to it and..” He paused, looking at the tattoo on his arm. “ What this mean?”

He removed the blue cap on his head, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I see some things never change, pinetree.”

He whipped around at that voice.

His worst fears became reality as his eyes tried to process what he saw.

The dream demon himself, inhabiting what looked like a more human form floating there. Legs criss-crossed as he hovered in the air. And he was...nakaed. Why was he nakaed?

His lack of clothes was Dipper's last concern, as fear washed over his matured features. Flashes of memory crossed his mind. Facing Bill back then all those years as a child. Living through weird megadon and having the recurring nightmares from time to time. Fearing that Bill would return, that he would kill everyone he loved.

He stumbled back, gawking. All color leaving his face. “No..” He muttered. “No, no no no.” He shook his head wildly. “This can’t be happening…”

Bill simply rolled his eyes. “Oh come on pine tree, never seen a nakaed human body? What kind of life have you been living? A boring one apparently.”

Dipper wasn’t listening to those quips. His hand instivily grabbed the first thing he could touch. It was a rock, he threw it with great force at the dream demon. “Stay back!” The rock flew at him, hitting the dream demon's shoulder and plopping pathetically on the forest floor.

“Rude.” Bill tutted.

His legs gave out as he fell, still staring as a single dark eye watched him curiously. Under blonde bangs. “H-h-how are you here!” He really wished he had his notebook with him right now.. “How is this possible..”

“Dunno.”

“W-what?!”

“I said I don’t know pinetree. Geez, are you that old?” He unraveled his legs, his feet touching the forest floor. Disrupting the grass beneath his feet. “I just kinda..woke up. I dunno, everything was dark and now it’s not.” He paused, “then I saw my old puppet!”

“I am not your puppet!” Dipper growled.

“Sure kid.” He brushed himself off, “anyway as much as I like being all natural I don’t like that look so...” Bill snapped his fingers for some clothes.

But nothing seemed to happen.

Just an empty snap

Bill was just as confused as Dipper, as he snapped again..again..and again..Nothing. Not even a spark. “Well drat.” The dream demon cursed. “Damn that stupid Axolotl..” He muttered.

He’s powerless? Dipper realized. Then he remembered something, filed away in his mind. Something said to him among one of their last journeys before leaving that summer.

One way to absolve his crime.

“A different form..a different time..” Dipper’s gaze took in the dream times form, the pieces finally clicking together. A different form, a different time. A human form, six years.

“Dipper!” That familiar voice filled his ears. He quickly got to his feet as he saw the dream demons not human faces fill with interest.

“Oh shooting stars here too!”

“Mable don’t come near me!” Dipper shouted into the forest towards his twin.

As stubborn as she was, she naturally didn’t listen to his warning. An adult Mable emerged from the forest, hair braided back and sporting a wacky sweater. This one orange and with cats on it.

She looked at her disgruntled twin, traces of fear lacing his eyes. “What’s wrong bro bro?” Her voice was a little different not nearly as high as when she was a child.

“What’s wrong? You need to go now!” He warned.

Mable blinked, looking at her twin, then around. She just looked...confused. “Dipper, I don’t see anything? What’s wrong? Are you losing sleep again.” She asked, concerned.

“What?” He turned to look behind him, there stood Bill. He looked amused if anything. “You can’t see it?”

“See who?” Mable asked, looking directly behind him at where Bill stood.

“Well isn’t this an interesting turn of events!” Bill exclaimed loudly. No reaction from Mable.

Meanwhile Dipper’s gears shifted in his mind. “What..what’s going on.” He muttered to himself.

Mable walked closer to her twin. Placing her hands on his shoulders and looking up at him. “Dipper, I know you’ve been stressed lately. But these trips are meant to be relaxing, you gotta relax bro.”

As she lectured him he was hardly listening. Instead seeing Bill walk over standing beside them. He glared at him, trying his best no to react if only so his twin didn’t think he had gone completely crazy.

His eyes widened as Bill raised a hand to Mable’s head, Dipper opened his mouth but stopped when Bill just took a leaf from her hair, looking at it with interest.

“ -E should head back to the shack now, Soos is making dinner right now. And Melody we’ll never forgive you if you miss it.”

“But-”

“No butts!” She cut in, “now come on.” She grabbed his shoulder.

Dipper quickly lowered his sleeve, unsure how Mable hadn’t seen it. As he was dragged away by his twin he looked over his shoulder at the dream demon, who was still inspecting the leaf.

What was going on?

[tswwwit]

So! This is post 666 for my blog, so I wrote a special thing.

That I didn’t plan on writing, until someone mentioned I should.

In any case, here’s some OC, NSFW, Oneshot content for the Devil’s number on my blog, and if you’re on mobile and don’t want to see it, start scrolling. The smut’s beneath the cut.

“So you’re the ‘devil’,” Everett makes finger quotes around the word. Blinking one eye, then the other, trying to focus.

The man in the summoning circle barely pays attention. He waves Everett off with one hand. His other keeps tapping at a phone. “As you like it.”

“I expected something more….” Everett rolls a hand in the air.

“Red, with horns and wings. Or perhaps golden, with a handsome face and wings,” The man says idly, scrolling through something. “Everyone loves wings. Be they bat or feathered. Sorry to disappoint.” He looks up, and an eyebrow goes up as he spreads his arms. “What you see is all there is.”

Spirits exist, obviously, that’s normal. It’s what Everett was aiming for. Demons exist, probably, though more likely they’re just evil spirits.

The Devil existing is almost certainly someone, or something fucking with him.

Being six beers into the evening doesn’t help. Everett keeps blinking unevenly to keep things in focus.

The man in the circle is dapper. Mostly, he fits the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ archetype to a T - 

Except for the last bit.

“Wait, wait wait,” Everett steadies himself, and sits down, cross legged, on the ground. “Is this like a… Phantom of the Opera kinda…?”

“No,” The ‘Devil’ says, though his mouth quirks up for a brief instant. He lifts his chin with pride, and his gold eyes are bright.  “I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Everett has been on the internet, and seen things he didn’t want to see. How flesh, when burned, reforms. A full half of this spirit’s face is like a melted pile of still pale flesh, trailing down his neck, under his shirt. Like he was made of wax, a candle burned too bright on one side.

“So, will this be power, or money? Or, perhaps, an attempt at eternal life?” The ‘Devil’ returns his attention to his phone, typing out a message with both thumbs. “I hate to rush things, but if we can get this done sooner than later-”

“Uh.’ Everett says. Then, “Well.”

Impatience enters the ‘Devil’s’ face. Or what’s left of it. “Your soul, for your wish. A common exchange, with excellent precedent.” He snaps his fingers, face still turned to his phone. “This doesn’t have to drag on.”

Everett opens his mouth. Then shuts it. He stays silent.

Honestly, he didn’t think-

And hey, even if this did work, he wasn’t expecting to make these kinds of choices.

“I was really just looking for some dick.” He admits, slumping back. He braces his hands on the floor so he doesn’t fall.

For the first time since this being appeared, his full attention focuses on Everett. The look on his face is hard to read.

“I mean,” Suddenly everything feels awkward. Everett sits up, he rubs at his face. “I didn’t think this would work, for one. And even if it did, I wasn’t expecting-” He nearly topples backwards when he raises his arms, but it deserves the finger quotes. “The ‘Devil’.”

“Mmh.” The ‘Devil’ hums. His face is blank.

“I just.” When is there ever going to be someone else he can say this to. This guy has zero investment in this -

“My boss sucks.” Everett bursts out, stumbling to his knees.

Gold eyes trace over him in silence. The ‘Devil’s’ smile turns a little wry.

 “Management can be.” The smile fades slightly. “Annoying.”

“Yeah! Like. Who really needs to come over almost each hour to check every Excel column?” Everett throws his arms in the air. “And talk to me about ‘efficiency’ and how I need to work past hours - without being paid, mind you,” At some point he got up and started pacing, he doesn’t know when. He digs his fingers into his hair. “And… Shit.”.

“A death, then.” 

For all that the ‘Devil’ isn’t as handsome as advertised, his voice is like silk . Dark, and smooth, and deep. 

He sighs. “More complicated than the usual request, but-”

“No,” Everett interrupts. He lets his arms drop. “I don’t like the price.” Not for this.

The Devil shrugs, eyebrow raised. “We can negotia-”

“And that’s not what I want.” Everett breaks through this guy’s sentence again. “He’ll fuck himself over, eventually. It’s just…” He gestures vaguely. And stops.

How to follow that up. How to explain.

How to say, ‘I feel like I’m going nowhere’, or ‘I think this is everything I can do’, or even, ‘I think this is the first time I’ve spoken to someone who listened, sorta.’

“Just…?” The man’s eyebrow goes up.

Fuck it.

Everett’s pretty drunk, and he’s frustrated, and he’s tired - and he still likes having his soul.

“I don’t want to be alone. For one night.” He says, rubbing at his eyes. “And if you need something back, I.” He shrugs, gives half a smile. “I think I can make it worth your while?”

It turns into a question, even though he doesn’t mean it to.

He shuts his eyes, and waits for the answer.

A warm hand rests on his shoulder.

Everett jerks his head up, seeing that Phantom face. Looking at a spirit-slash-demon-slash whatever the hell this is, that should not have been able to just walk out of a summoning circle, what the hell.

A hand tilts his chin up, index finger tapping the underside. “I think,” The voice is still very, very smooth and unfortunately so, it makes Everett’s chest do something weird.  “I can take that deal.”

The thumb strokes, and dips. It traces along his pulse.

“Now. Your first payment.” The ‘Devil’ says, still not-quite-smiling, as he taps his lower lip with his free hand. The one on Everett’s chin slides over his neck, cups the back of it, and gives the slightest pull.

Everett, reluctantly, drops his arms around those shoulders. He touches the back of the ‘Devil’s’ neck, tentatively at first - then buries his fingers in his hair. His grip tightens.

Already this far. Might as well commit to it.

He shuts his eyes, and leans in.

And if the voice is nice, the mouth is just as good, if not better. Exactly as warm and exploring, gentle in a way that he didn’t anticipate. In a weird way, Everett he worries he won’t measure up. He digs his fingers in harder.

There are sheets, behind his thighs. He sits down. His shirt has gone somewhere, but that doesn’t really matter. He looks up - 

Only to be pushed down, back colliding with the bed.

The hair between his fingers is soft. And he can pull on it, hard, when the mouth teases his nipple. And harder, when it trails lower.

“You don’t have to-” Everett sits up, suddenly feeling - is this really a deal, or.

There’s a very firm look, as the ‘Devil’s’ tongue pauses on his hipbone - that conveys, clearer than words, ‘Who do you think is in charge here.’

Everett lies back, shuts his eyes. Feels strong hands clasp and raise his thighs.

A second later he surges up, hands slapping down into soft and thick hair, gripping it tight, as the mouth takes charge-

Things turn into a blur.

Everett can’t catch his breath. He’s panting, hard, he’s grasping at a strong back and shoulders, and his legs are lifted. He opens his eyes.

One hand, tangled in the hair, the other clasped against the smooth… ish back, there are ridges and ripples, and one long line, trailing down from shoulderblade nearly to hip. He doesn’t get a chance to feel much, because. 

He arches his head back at the next thrust. Mouth open, muscles tight. It sent a pulse that went right to his cock. He’s so full. So deep.

 He lifts his hips, working with-  exactly like that - it’s perfect, he’s panting, he doesn’t know how to stop.

And the worst and best part is that the devil won’t stop.

“Is this how you like it?” Smooth  and slow. Sounding unaffected, as hips suddenly slam tight against Everett’s, 

There’s sweat on Everett’s forehead, he grasps for purchase. His nails are digging deep into the skin of that back.

“Yes,” His teeth are tight together, he’s breathing hard.

“You want all of me,” There’s a touch, returning - retreating, usually to grab his hips harder - but returning, always, to trail down his cheek with the back of his fingers, and a face near his, breathing hot in his ear. “Do you want everything?”

“Okay.” It comes out like a gasp. A breath he can’t quite catch, beating against every shove inside him.

“Again.” The next movement shoves him back on the mattress.

The corners of Everett's eyes feel hot. His legs are trembling.

“Okay?” It’s not a question. That hot almost burning feeling, with each steady, hard beat is - fuck, he’s gonna come - Legs jerking, hips wanting to move, but held still by strong hands. “Okay, please, just-”

The touch returns, stroking down his neck. Fingers tilting his chin up.

Everett looks up into gold eyes, wide and possessive and knowing. His breath catches in his throat.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” Everett chokes out the word. He touches the ruined side of that face, sliding his thumb over the warmth of it. “All yours.”

He feels the throb inside, feels the head drop to his shoulder, hears the swear.

He throws his head back, thunking against the headboard. It’s just enough, just good enough that he shuts his eyes, coming in jerks, leaving a mess over his stomach and chest.

The weight against his chest is heavy. A full, warm body on his own. 

It’s pleasant, that weight.

Everett wraps an arm around the back, and trails his hand over the subtle ridges of it. Over and over again, calming down.,

That was.

“Mmh.” The ‘Devil’ is content, and close. And part of him is still -

Everett squirms. “That’s enough, alright?” His face feels hot. He gives this guy a push.. “I’m. Uh. Kinda done here. So.”

“Not yet.”

“Wha-” Everett stops mid-word. Gasping, catching his breath. “H- Hey.”

He grasps at firm shoulders, one trailing down the waxlike melt to clap against  the chest. “Wait, this.”

Still hot. Moving, slow. A touch that makes his hips jolt up, trying to meet it deep inside.

Everett blinks rapidly at the ceiling, as heat builds slowly in his belly, and his stupid traitorous cock responds. His breath has picked up. He’s staring down at himself, panting.

“I.”

His legs are shoved up near his head, and he grabs at the sheets, neck open as a mouth meets his skin. Teeth and touch and damn it, leaving a mark-

“You were promised pleasure,” The voice murmurs in his ear.

Everett holds onto those shoulders for dear life. Nodding, briefly.

The constant, deep push inside him feels so good, hits exactly the right- 

Damn it, Everett’s coming, again, and it’s good but aches, just a little. He squeezes his eyes shut and rubs at them roughly, rolling his head to the side.

“You’ll have everything you ever wanted.” The Devil’s voice in his ear is low, his body unrelenting. Still moving, never not moving, doing everything right.

Everett doesn’t know when he started panting. He blinks, rapid. His cheeks feel wet, as he looks up into a cold, relentless, amused gaze.

A warm hand strokes over Everett’s cock. He shuts his eyes - but it the feeling is too tight, he needs - he jerks his hips up helplessly, meeting the Devil’s. It’s so deep, and hard, and too good- 

The backs of his thighs feel wet. And as the mouth sucks a warm, wet mark under his ear, Everett has no idea how he’s already hard, again, this is torment. Pleasurable torment. And it won’t stop.

It’s. A certain kind of hell.

“This is far,” The Devil says, through a breath that only barely counts as panting. “From over.” His hand cups the back of Everett’s neck. 

And his smile is the very definition of wicked. 

Everett realizes, halfway through his next gasp -  breath heaving, looking up at those gold eyes.

Why you should never make a deal with a devil.

Then Everett’s alarm goes off.

Everett smacks it, eyes shut tight. 

Snooze for five minutes, that won’t matter.

Alarm. Again.

Another smack. But that’s just out of instinct. 

Everett’s already, unfortunately, awake, out of sheer habit.  He glares at the wall. Getting up frankly, sucks. But getting back to sleep is a distant dream at this point…

Fuck it. It’s his day off. No reason to get out of bed.

He rolls over, tugging a pillow over his head.

Then rolls back off the bed, and sits up, suddenly alert.

Gross.

He scrubs at his stomach with a corner of the blanket, and stands.

He hasn’t had a wet dream since he was a teenager! And definitely nothing this intense. 

Today’s schedule: Laundry. He bundles up the sheets, feeling hot in the face.

It’s been. Pretty long. He guesses he was kinda due for - He grimaces. Even though his dream was….

Everett stands beside his bed, bedding bundled up in his arms. He shifts in place.

“Right,” He mutters, folding up the sheets, and the  blankets, and fumbling with the bulk of sheer fabric. “I have got to take some time for myself one of these-”

He fumbles in his folding, as something... hard-ish? Is in between the cloth of his - In trying to dig it out, he ends up dropping all the laundry, swearing and trying to contain all of this bullshit, he’s already got to -

it’s like fighting with a cloud, trying to get things under control and still find that whatever it is.

Everett drops everything to the floor, frustrated. “Fuck. Fine. Be that way.”

Out from among the folds, a letter pops out gently. It drifts through the air as slow as a soap bubble.

Everett watches it waft gently, side to side, like a leaf, and settle down on the bare mattress. Right on the edge, almost teetering off of it. Like it wants to be caught.

He snags it without any ceremony, and rips it roughly open with his thumb, ignoring the red-gold wax seal. Not even bothering to turn it over to see the sender.

The paper Everett pulls out is thick, off-white parchment. He holds it at arm’s length. Halfway expecting a curse. Or some kind of mocking comment about his. Situation, from some pervert stalker. Adding insult to the injury, and probably committing a crime for being a total creep.

He unfolds it, and glares.

Instead of all of that. In clearly handwritten, delicate calligraphy, the words read:

‘Call Me’

In blood-red ink. Followed by an arcane sigil that physically hurts to look at, which in turn is followed by a very, very weird -

Everett tilts his head, and squints

Though the calligraphy messes with the image, it’s maybe a ‘<3’. And the next bit is worse.

How does anyone calligraphy an emoji. Obviously this person gave their best attempt, and it’s classy. But it’s barely interpretable as a wink.

Everett sits back on the floor, sighing. He lets the letter rest in his lap.

He feels. 

Tired, and strange. Strangely good, in a way he hasn’t before.

He smooths out the letter, and carefully refolds it. He tucks it back into the roughly torn envelope, for safekeeping.

Before he sets it down on his nightstand, he flips the envelope over to check the address.

“Ha!” Everett opens the nightstand drawer, grinning, though he feels absolutely no humor, and he’s burning with something he can’t quite place. “Sure.”

He slams the letter, envelope and all, into the drawer, where it shall remain forever, and never be remembered.

He holds his hands up, stalking out of his bedroom, and out of his apartment, and. Where’s that one good bagel place. That was a really, really weird dream, and he’s…

You know what? Everett’s already forgotten it.

Slow breaths. A sigh. Everett snorts, and snores, turning from one side to another.

In the darkness, the drawer of his nightstand lets out a slow and gentle light.

[fics-and-such]

"What are you- oh my god. No, no, we are NOT keeping another fucking- STOP WITH THE PUPPY EYES GODDAMNIT-"

I hope you like BillDip because that’s what you’re getting. (Thanks so much for the request!)

(Older Dipper and Human Bill.)

Bill and Dipper are out for a walk, as Dipper would usually do with Mabel, but she’s out with her friends Grenda and Candy. Dipper and Bill are holding hands, walking on a path in a nearby park. The sun is starting to go down, but neither of them mind.

Dipper gasps when he hears a rustling in some nearby bushes, scooting closer to Bill. He’d never admit it, but he was scared. Bill smiles and holds Dipper close, “What’s wrong Pinetree? Scared of the dark?” Bill teases him with a smirk.

Dipper looks up at Bill and crosses his arms, “No! Of course not! I just heard something. That’s all. I’m not afraid or anything…” He says defensively, causing Bill to chuckle, “Of course you’re not afraid, Pinetree. Of course.”

Dipper hears the bushes rustle again. Instead of fear, this time his mind is filled with curiosity. He lets go of Bills hand and wanders over to the bush, looking at it expectantly. “Pinetree, what are you doing?” Bill asks, looking strangely at the brunette who was staring at a bush. “I want to know what this is.” Dipper replied, not giving it much thought.

Dipper hears it rustle again, grabbing at the area that rustled, feeling something fluffy. He pulls the thing out of the bush and awes. “Oh my gosh Bill! It’s a cute little bunny! Can we keep it, please, please, please!?” He asks excitedly, petting the rabbit who was eager to be loved.

Bill is immediately opposed to the idea, “No, we can’t keep it, Pinetree. Put it back,” He said simply, not giving the idea much attention. Dipper smiles and stands up, walking over to Bill with the bunny in his arms, “Just look at him! Isn’t he cute? Don’t you wanna keep him? He needs a home!” Dipper tries to persuade Bill.

Bill takes a deep breath, trying to ignore how cute his boyfriend is, and stand his ground. “Nope. Put him back.”

Dipper pouts and brings out the big guns. The puppy eyes. He looks up at Bill with the most innocent and pure puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. Bill swoons. “Pinetree, stop it. Those puppy eyes aren’t gonna get you anywhere.” He says, and Dipper makes even more intense puppy eyes at him, adding more pouty lip. “Pwease?”

“Mm- Pinetree no. We’re not keeping him”

They ended up keeping him. Bill even named him Fluffers. It was a great time.

[sugarwithsarcasm]

“Oh my beloved Pine Tree, my sweetest little sapling, my darling little incredibly stubborn, annoying in a cute way lovebug-”

“No.” Dipper deadpanned, taking a slow sip of his coffee, refusing to look up from his physics textbook because he had 10 homework pages on impulse and momentum left for him to finish in about three hours that he would’ve done had Bill not insisted on barging in with a very pissed fae stuck in a mason jar that needed to be returned and compensated for the trauma of being with Bill so honestly fuck him.

“You didn’t even hear what I asked for.” Bill pouted, dramatically throwing himself over Dipper’s desk causing Dipper’s paper to slide.

“The fae you kidnapped didn’t hear what you asked for either I bet.” Dipper remarked, attempting to push Bill off of his textbook, cursing himself for not investing more in a gym membership, “go away, I have stuff to do.”

“Aw come on! That’s not fair, I was trying to be romantic and surprise you, what doesn’t scream romance more than your very own source of faerie dust! You know that bratty little magical mosquito would’ve opened a lot of doors for you Pine Tree!” Bill chirped, ignoring Dipper’s various protests to his affection.

Dipper sighed, slamming his pencil down on the table, letting himself fall into Bill’s trap. “First off, Bill, we’ve been over this! I don’t like magical creatures who were terrorized by you as a gift. It’s called moral’s, we’ve been over this multiple times.”

“Ah yes, you and your human morals, so finicky. I know your morals, I know a lot of things about you sapling!” Bill casually mentioned, sipping on some water (for the first time in his 4 years as a human, Dipper dully noted.) “I know your deepest darkest secrets, fears, worst memories,” Bill made a point of moving so he was standing over Dipper, his hands gently massaging into his shoulder — Dipper could practically see the obnoxious waggle of his eyebrows, god that idiot — and bent over to whisper in his ears, “ desires. ”

“My deepest desire right now is a world where you can leave me alone for some quiet and peace. And maybe 20 bucks, raunchy, I know.” Dipper grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Aww, someone’s extra grouchy today, woke up with moss on the wrong side of your tree trunk Pine Tree?” Bill pinched Dipper’s cheeks, who let out an annoyed hum in protest, “Well, according to those magazines Shooting Star sent me for research,” Dipper’s physics grade (as well as his mental sanity) was screwed , “as your perfect boyfriend, you are no longer allowed to be stressed! We are going on a — what was it called again uhh,” he summoned a magazine with a half naked blonde dude in sunglasses titled ‘Girls Confidential! The ultimate guide to make a summer fling into a for-eva thing!’, “mental health break!”

“I took a mental health break 5 days ago, not time for another one yet.” Dipper mumbled to himself, remembering how nice it was to watch that movie with Bill, cuddling.

“Too bad! When I’m done with you, you're going to mentally break more times than you actually work!” Bill booped his nose, smiling brightly.

Dipper wasn’t sure if he was screwing with him or being genuine at this point. Just that, once again, Bill was probably going to win his argument, and honestly? He had been staring blankly at his physics homework for the past twenty minutes, a break wouldn’t kill him. “You have an hour.”

Bill did a fist pump in the air with one hand and used the other to drag Dipper so hard he started to experience vertigo towards the door. “Yes! Point trillion, Bill. Three points for Dipper.”

“How’d I get three points? Should have more honestly, for having to deal with your chaos. I’ve saved the world like ten times at this point convincing you not to speed up the universe’s natural heat death.”

Bill grinned, looking up at Dipper as he practically shoved him out the door, “Bagging me of course! A point for each of my delicious angles.”

Dipper groaned, it was going to be a long day.

“The grocery store, really Bill?” Dipper rolled his eyes, trudging along slowly behind his rather energetic boyfriend.

“Would you have preferred a Deer torturing chamber?” Dipper sighed at his boyfriends sarcasm, mentally preparing him for the frustrations of entering a Dipper torture chamber.

He hated grocery shopping with Bill, with a fiery passion, for three simple reasons. One, someone always went up to try to flirt with him, and Dipper would always awkwardly stand to the side, staring at his shoelaces. Lo and behold, two giggling college aged girls approached Bill while Dipper stood by the cart as Bill was trying to juggle the tomatoes in the produce section. He watched them coo, and laugh, one particularly brazen one trying to wrap her arm around Bill’s arm, commenting on the size of his muscles and abs. Dipper tried to ignore the pang of insecurity he felt, reminding himself that he had a lot of issues in his relationship with Bill, but infidelity was luckily not one of them.

Bill had swatted the two girls away and came running back to Dipper with his tail between his legs, clearly startled, which was always funny. “Sometimes I forget how much you humans are ruled by your reproductive organs kid!”

Second reason he hated grocery shopping with Bill was because guess who found it funny to be a complete inconvenience to the poor, underpaid grocery workers? Bill. Not even two seconds after he dropped the girls, Dipper caught him trying to fill empty soy sauce bottles with maple syrup and promptly yelled at him, contemplating traveling through Ford’s portal to escape the embarrassment of being stared at by a middle aged mom and her family.

Third reason he hated grocery shopping with Bill was because Bill wanted everything, and guess who always ended up paying? Dipper’s bleeding wallet. They had reached Dipper’s personal least favorite aisle, the cookie aisle. He tried to avoid it, due to the mere sight of the cookies made Bill want to steal every Oreo in the store and hole up in a corner eating oreos with milk.

"SAPLING THEY HAVE DOUBLE STUFFED OREOS TODAY!" Bill announced, much louder than socially acceptable and to Dipper's horror, was shoving multiple cases of Oreo's into their cart.

"I'm not made of money y'know."

“True, true,” Bill grinned, “you think they accept gold bars?”

“I swear, you better not do that to me again.”

Bill threw back his head and started cackling again, “Of course not, I could never abandon my little sapling.” Bill teased, wrapping his arms around Dipper and pressing him to his chest. “Glad you came by the way, you’ve been so busy I can barely get you out of the house, let alone a proper date.”

Dipper felt guilt churn in his stomach. He had been so consumed with passing his classes and finals, he had put his relationship with Bill on the back burner. “Hey, soon. We can go to some fancy Italian restaurant where they give free bread and butter and be that obnoxious couple that makes out every five seconds,” he joked, his face going pink.

“Really?” Bill smiled wider at Dipper’s quick nod, kissing the top of his head, “Yeesh kid, you aren’t ready for the date I’m going to take you on, spoiler alert, there’s aliens involved!”

It was going to be a long few weeks, Dipper noted. But at least now he had something to look forward to, even if it might end up being more stressful than his actual college work.

At least he would have Bill.

[harper-collins]

Dipper's College Job - Billdip AU

Hello! This is going to be an ongoing oneshot series :) I hope you guys enjoy it! This is the two men meeting.

- Dipper had needed a job, and when this one had come around, he couldn't have been happier. He needed extra cash in college, and after realising some librarians did actually get paid, and it wasn’t all volunteering, the brunette signed up immediately. Mabel had laughed and said it was almost the perfect job for Dipper if it wasn’t the fact he couldn’t go exploring in anything but fiction whilst he was working…

Dipper had promptly ignored his sister though and moved on. He had a few extra things he wanted to buy, subscriptions he needed to pay for that didn’t fit the amount of money he had weekly, and this new job seemed perfect for remedying these exact problems the brunette had.

The only downside? It was the college’s library. Which meant that almost everyone who came barging into the library was bound to be a student on the campus. It was a large one too, which meant he wasn’t the only person on shift… However, he had been told by his boss that they were unlikely to see one another.

He would be on the desk, and his ‘co-worker’ would put away books, clean the shelves, and assist with any technical difficulties. Dipper was just in charge of putting books that were going to be taken by students in the system when they asked, putting books on a movable trolley and back into the system when they were returned, and sending polite emails to students who hadn’t given their books back in time… Asking for money.

Dipper didn’t think he’d have much of a problem, other than the occasional person who recognised him and had a laugh… But he was sorely wrong... On his first day, he didn’t see anyone who knew him, mainly because the people in his dorm enjoyed partying more than studying, and there was no homework for his course that needed the current library usage.

No, what he saw, who he met, was quite different. He’d never met this man before, never seen him on campus… But boy did Dipper regret taking his job once he met the male. Well, that’s too strong… He detested his job at specific hours of the day and enjoyed everything else about it. 

On his very first day, Dipper met him, the one who’d be a consistent part of his life from then on… He remembered it like it was yesterday…

“Well hello there, are you new?” The blonde asked with a smirk written across his face. Dipper looked up from the computer with a confused look on his face. “Erm… Yeah? Is there anything I can help you with?” Dipper asked shyly. The blonde chuckled and brought a book down on the reception desk.

“I’d like to take this book out please!” He said with glee. Dipper nodded and took the book. “Do you have your card with you?” Dipper asked and awaited the man’s ID. The blonde looked a little confused and checked his pockets. “Errr… No…” He awkwardly replied. “I must’ve left it in the dorms,” He continued, trying to excuse himself.

Dipper sighed and looked at what he needed. He’d have to put it in manually if this man wanted his book. “May I please have your full name?” Dipper asked with exasperation on his face. The blonde grinned devilishly, it made the brunette shiver. 

“Oh my my, only on your first day and already trying to get a man?” He teased, being extremely unhelpful. Dipper restrained the feeling of rolling his eyes. This was not someone he enjoyed being around. “Bill, Bill Cipher,” he eventually replied, seeing how Dipper was not impressed.

The brunette put his name into the system and saw that he was the only one who had his name, he went into the system and pressed the button that said it was going to be taking the barcode from the book. The brunette did just that and then stamped the date on the book for three weeks.

“I’m sure you know, but you have three weeks to return before we give a warning,” Dipper explained with a forced smile. Bill grinned with glee. “Oh don’t worry… Pinetree,” Bill replied, looking at the tattoo that sat on the right side of the brunette’s neck. It definitely was a picture of a tree, and it reminded Bill of a Pinetree.

Dipper felt a little embarrassed but tried not to show it. He ignored Bill’s nickname. “You’ll probably see me next shift!” Bill continued, grinning wildly at the brunette. Dipper groaned. He had meant to internally groan, but unfortunately, that hadn’t happened. It made Bill snort. “Maybe I should hang around for a bit longer, heh Pinetree? You seem to enjoy my… The company,” Bill said, edging his way closer to the brunette from his side of the desk.

Dipper moved to look behind Bill to see someone quietly waiting behind the blonde. Dipper smiled. “Maybe next time Cipher, but it seems I have someone to speak to,” Dipper responded, giving a tight smile. Now, he probably would’ve been told off by his supervisor for being so… Passive-aggressive to a customer, but something told Dipper that Bill didn’t mind.

It wasn’t as though Bill was buying anything anyway, and he had the feeling that the blonde would be coming back whether Dipper enjoyed it or not. The blonde turned to look behind himself and saw the person waiting behind him. Bill moved to the right, closer to Dipper and the person came up and gave Dipper their ID.

“Which days do you work?” Bill asked as Dipper got to work. The brunette sorted and input the book that the person was trying to take out. “As if I’d tell someone I just met,” Dipper responded, and then gave the person a ‘have a nice day’ to them as they left with the ID and card.

Bill rolled his eyes as the attention was turned back to him. “Well, I’ll figure it out Pinetree, you can’t hide them when you have to come in!” Bill chirped, grinning. Dipper shook his head slightly and got to work sending out more emails. Bill stared for another minute or so before sighing.

“Well, I’ll see you next time! Might have something else too,” Bill said in his seemingly usual chirpy tone. Dipper looked up at his computer for a moment to see the blonde staring at him. “Yeah yeah, see you when you return the book,” Dipper responded, waving him off. Bill’s smirk tightened for a moment before leaving without another word.

That was the beginning of his frustrating hours at the job he thought would be the best for him… And it was the beginning of Bill’s interest in a certain male…

[ghara2]

Here is my fic for the BillDip Big Bang 2018!

@domiinyq made beautiful art for my fic (which are shown in the link, but not in full resolution), please check them out here: https://domiinyq.tumblr.com/post/173352146897/my-pieces-for-billdip-big-bang-and-my-partner

Preview:

Bill didn’t appreciate having his pride trampled on more than it already had been, but he kept himself from saying anything regarding that; he wasn’t going to risk losing the only deal he could make to save Dipper. Instead, he sighed and stepped forward, his hand still out for the demon before him. Amaymon donned a different facial expression for the first time in the presence of Bill Cipher, and he kept that smirk as he shook the blond’s hand. The flames that engulfed their hands overlapped each other.

The deal was sealed.

[hatchling-mlm]

It’s Not Good To Eat After 7 P.M.

Billdip Fanfiction <3

Dipper Pines had just gotten home after a long days work with his Grunkle Ford. Now that he was eighteen and officially able to move in with his Grunkles, Dipper spent most of his time with his great uncle Stanford. During the time he had moved in, Dipper and his grunkle had discovered many amazing things in the small town of Gravity Falls,and around the nation. One of these things was a butt naked human Bill Cipher wandering around the woods.

After months of doing mental examinations on the now human dorito demon, Dipper and Ford decided it was safe to take Bill out of imprisonment and to teach him how to live life as a human. For not only was Bill stripped of his powers, but he also felt emotions. Bill felt guilt for what he had done, sadness for the loss of friends, and love for a certain Pinetree. But, for a while, Bill refused to admit it.

After while, Bill confessed to Dipper, and the young man hesitantly told the ex-dream demon that the feelings were mutual. The two had been together for a while now, and Dipper was used to coming home to find Bill waiting for him when Dipper was out late at night. But, the young man hadn't expected to walk in on his boyfriend trying to fit three slices of pizza in his mouth at the same time at two in the morning.

When Dipper shut the door, Bill’s head turned to see what had caused the sound. When the dorito man saw his beloved Pinetree had arrived home, he smiled and waved to Dipper, still attempting to shove all three pieces of pizza in his mouth.

“W-what are you doing?!” Dipper asked in shock.

“Eating” Bill said, though it was quite muffled do to the large amount of food in his mouth. Dipper began violently laughing as Bill began taking the pieces out of his mouth and attempting to eat them one at a time.

“Why were you even trying to get all three in your mouth at once?” Dipper asked his lover.

“It seemed more efficient that way, Pinetree.” Bill replied.

“If you really want to eat them, eat them normally. You’re mouth isn’t big enough to fit all three of those pieces in at once.” Dipper says. “Besides, you shouldn’t be eating anyways, it’s not good for you to eat after seven P.M.” Bill smirked, shrugged, and sat down at the table with all three pieces of pizza. The ex-dream demon than began scarfing all three pieces down, doing so quite quickly.

Dipper simply rolled his eyes as he watched his boyfriend grab the rest of the pizza and eat it. Afterwards, Dipper dragged Bill of to bed, knowing that both him and his lover needed rest. The two entered their shared bedroom and lay down for a good night’s sleep.

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“Piiiiineeeetreeeeeeee!” Bill said as he shook his boyfriend awake. Dipper opened his eyes to see his blonde haired boyfriend sitting on their bed holding a trash can. Bill’s face had gone pale and he looked like he was about to upchuck all the contents of his stomach.

Dipper slowly got himself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. The young man opened the medicine cabinet as he heard the sounds of Bill throwing up. Dipper quickened his pace and grabbed a bottle of Pepto Bismol, then proceeded to sprint down the stairs.

Dipper quickly filled a glass with water and headed back up to his room where the young man found his boyfriend laying down in bed. Next to the bed was a small garbage can filled with vomit. Dipper shook his head and rolled his eyes as he poured some Pepto into a medicine cup for Bill. Dipper handed his boyfriend the medicine and Bill slowly drank it as Dipper emptied the trash can. Once the ex-dream demon had taken the medication, Dipper handed him a glass of water. Once Bill had finished the water, Dipper took the glass from him and set it on the nightstand.

Dipper tucked his boyfriend back into bed with a sigh and an eye roll. Dipper sat down on the bed next to Bill’s resting figure, and then kissed his forehead with a small smile.

“I told you it’s not good to eat after seven P.M., dummy.”

[mercuryhomophony]

WIPs Masterpost~!

It’s been a while since I posted my WIPs  on Tumblr, so...

FICS~(that I’m currently working on)!

To Date a Cervitaur - Gravity Falls, Monster Falls AU, Billdip - The summer that Mabel and Dipper visit Gravity Falls changes their lives, and the lives of everyone in town. About ten years later, the town has gotten used to their unusual situation... until a hunter appears and starts shaking up Dipper’s life.

TDAC is a full series, with a main story (T) and several shorts (G-E) to enjoy! Currently working on the final epilogue, and a few final one-shots!

The Wedding of Magic Brian - TAZ:B, Taakitz, OCs - Taako just wanted to surprise his boyfriend by visiting the Astral Plane. Unfortunately, an inopportune jailbreak lands him in hot water... as Magic Brian’s best man?

This is an extremely self-indulgent story where Taako’s soul gets kidnapped and shennanigans ensue. it hasn’t updated in a while but I am working on the next chap now~!

Feel Free to Submit (Your Resume)/Dead Backstage - TAZ:B, Taakitz, dark, bad end with happy ending? - Feel Free to Submit (Your Resume) is a bad-end Wonderland fic, where Taako takes up the offer to work for the Wonderland Elves. Dead Backstage is the adventure that results as Magnus, Merle, and Kravitz fight to get him back.

This was started about midway through The Suffering Game, and so some elements are different from Canon (though others have been woven in). Again, hasn’t updated in a bit, but I’m working on it!

Digital Wasteland - HLVRAI, Adventure, Game AU - After a first run through the Black Mesa VR-AI system, Gordon just wants to take his friends and run. Unfortunately, Black Mesa is going to make him jump through some hoops and clean up their problems before they’ll let them go...

This is half super self indulgent and half “I want to tell you this story so I can do fun domestic endgame au stuff”

Only “Human” After All...? - HLVRAI, pseudo horror, humor, extremely self indulgent - Gordon Freeman is totally, definitely human. If anyone asks. Which no one will, because they’re all human, right?

This is Monster Gordon learning that no one on the science team is really “human,” and getting through Black Mesa while trying to keep his own monstrous nature secret. Also has a side oneshot and a secret sequel in the works~ :3c Also also, a “I want to tell you this story so I can do fun domestic endgame au stuff”

Gordon Tubed and the Clone Chronicles - HLVRAI, humor, clones, Frenrey eventually - The Black Mesa Employee Backup program includes a full clone reset, which in the case of death, provides an excellent ethical solution. Except for when they are awoken prematurely. Gordon’s clone runs into him in Black Mesa. Benrey is helping!

This was for the HLVRAI Secret Santa, and then I got really attached to the concept so I continued it~

To Be Seen Again - HLVRAI, Frenrey, humor and angst, ghost Gordon AU - Gordon would hate his life if he still had one. As it is, Black Mesa took that away from him too. Can’t have shit in Black Mesa, but maybe his afterlife will improve when a security guard finally takes notice of him...

This was inspired by the Discord~

Tommy to the Rescue! - HLVRAI, Borrower AU, Tommy’s a Borrower Benrey’s an alien Gordon’s a Bean and they’re all Roommates (oh my god they were roommates), Platonic Gordreylatta definitely other pairings maybe? - When Tommy’s dad goes missing, he strikes out on his own. He finds unusual friends, explores far beyond he ever imagined, and discovers a terrible plot in the science facility known as Black Mesa...

also inspired by the Discord and a kid’s movie ;3c I love this one, it’s very cute and i’m very exited for it!

Fallout: Black Mesa - Old Xen Blues - HLVRAI, FO:NV, Crossover, OC Courier - The portals in Xen are unstable. The science in the Big MT is also unstable. The walls of reality between the two topple like a poorly constructed card castle. Cowritten with @charles-among-us, also on Quotev!

A Series of Egg-stenuating Circumstances - HLVRAI, Frenrey, Explicit, Porn with plot, Bad first times with much better communication to follow, gonna lead into the fluffiest motherfucking AU you’ve ever seen - Gordon and Benrey’s relationship go from 0ish to 100 real quick, and Gordon’s reeling with what that means. Will they actually be able to communicate through this, or will it break off?

Enemies to antagonist friend to fuckbuddies to maybe boyfriends to... ;3c spoilers~

[bluecoffeemugs]

Seven Minutes in Heaven

-a billdip oneshot-

As summer arrived and classes ended, Gravity Falls Highschool’s teenagers started to make summer parties almost every day. Almost all of the town’s teens would gather somewhere and have fun until the sun began to rise. Everyone wanted to go to these parties, but there were some parties not everyone was invited to. For example, the one happening tonight.

“Mabel, for the tenth time,” Dipper sighed while laying comfortably on his bed and not looking up from the journal, “I’m not going.”

“Oh come on, bro bro!” Mabel exclaimed, “It’s gonna be the party of the summer!”

“You say that to every summer party,” Dipper argued, hearing his sister pacing around the room.

“I’ll clean the dishes for a week!” said Mabel, making Dipper put down his journal and furrow his brows.

“Why do you want me to go so badly?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“For one, you haven’t been out of the shack since summer started,” she said sincerely, “and two, because I don’t want to go alone!”

“Can’t you go with Candy or Grenda?” Dipper continued stubbornly, making it obvious that he really didn’t want to get out of bed.

“They’re both out of town,” Mabel said looking down, “And! I wanna go with you, dip-dop!” She finished happily, trying her best to convince her brother.

Dipper sighed heavily and very loudly, “Fine.”

Mabel jumped from the excitement and started cheering.

“Just please take a shower,” Mabel said, reaching the door handle to go out of the bedroom, “and try to wear decent clothes.”

—

The twins arrived to the Northwest’s summer house, which wasn’t a surprise to Dipper; the Northwests probably owned an island. It was a little out of town, near a river and surrounded by the forest. There was loud music blasting from the inside of the house that could be heard almost miles away. 

“Mabel, I really don’t want to be here,” Dipper yelled, trying to talk louder than the music, but his sister still didn’t understand him well, so she just dismissed him and began to look for Pacifica and her other friends.

It was funny how Mabel and Pacifica were once rivals, as years passed, it looked like they were really becoming... close.

Soon enough, the twins found group of people sitting on a a circle, some on the floor, others on the couch, and others on chairs. The room was a lot more quieter than the center of the house, which was where the music was playing. Somehow, this room had some sort of soundproof walls that made the music a lot less loud. The room was a little old fashioned, but still really fancy. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and there were a few doors around the room. It looked like a sort of living room and Dipper figured the doors probably lead to the bedrooms.

The people from the circle were obviously recognizable to Dipper, they were all either popular or troublemakers, or in some cases, both.

Dipper felt uneasy at the sight, his first thought was “run”, but when he looked over at Mabel, who was already sitting down next to Pacifica, he had nowhere else to go without looking awkward, for everyone in the room had eyes on him. So he just grabbed an empty chair and sat down a little outside the circle.

A particular blonde boy, whom Dipper recognized immediately, kept glancing over at him, making his stomach turn. 

“Lets play seven minutes in heaven!” Someone said suddenly, and there were immediate cheers in response.

Dipper’s heart raised, he had never been a participant in these types of “party games” as he, well, never really went to parties. Mabel had told him before what this particular game was about, and he was not a fan of it. He didn’t want to play, because with his luck, he knew he would be the first one picked by the bottle. 

The bottle was spun.

It didn’t land on Dipper. He was safe. For this round.

“We have three guest rooms!” said Pacifica joyfully as the first duo was picked and they closed one of the three doors, “Let’s spin the bottle two more times, so more people get picked!” 

Once again everyone cheered and the bottle spun.

Not Dipper.

He sighed, he only needed to survive one more time.

The bottle spun one last time.

“Fuck.”

Bill smirked as the bottle landed on him as well. Everyone went wild, not knowing what was going to happen, but eager to know.

“No!” Dipper exclaimed, his blood running cold. Bill got up from his seat and began to walk towards him, “I won’t do it.”

“Rules are rules,” Cipher continued, as smug as always.

Everyone started to demand and almost beg Dipper to stand up. And after a long debate with himself, he did.

They didn’t have to do anything behind that door, right?

— 

Bill carefully closed the door behind Dipper and locked it, leaving both of them in a classy, dim-lighted room.

“You do know, we’re not going to do anything here, right?” Dipper said, wishing Bill just dismissed him and sat down to wait for the seven minutes to be over. But of course, that didn’t happen.

“Who said that?” Cipher said, taking a step closer to the brunette, “I’m not going to waist a single minute.”

“Bill, with all sincerity, I don’t like you,” Dipper said, his words spilling out of his mouth before he could think, “you could almost say we mutually hate each other actually.” 

The blonde smirked again and took another step closer to the boy. Dipper could feel his breath on his skin, making heat rise to his face.

“That’s even better,” he took one more determined step forward, making Dipper hesitantly step back only to realize there was a wall behind him, leaving him with nowhere to escape. “Besides, this way you can stop pretending you don’t want to kiss me every time you see me.”

“I don’t—” Dipper began, but lips smacked against him. It happened all too fast, and he didn’t know what to do. He just knew one thing: he didn’t want it to stop. 

He kissed Bill back slowly, earning a soft noise of pleasure from the other boy. Dipper didn’t really have any experience with kissing, let alone making out, but it seemed like Bill did, so he just let Bill do whatever he was doing and follow his lead.

Bill began to gently flick his tongue on Dipper’s bottom lip. The brunette felt a thrill of satisfaction and slowly opened his mouth, enabling Bill’s tongue to slide inside his.

It was a completely new sensation to Dipper, an involuntary moan escaped his lips. He was embarrassed, but Bill seemed to be pleased by it. So in response, the blonde deepened the kiss. He pressed his body against Dipper’s, and grabbed him by the back of his neck, caressing his soft, brown hair. Dipper’s breathing became heavier, grabbing Bill by his waist and slipping his fingers under his white, button-down shirt.

Bill shivered when the boy’s cold fingers touched his back, but he loved the sensation. The blonde began to unbutton his own shirt, suddenly breaking the kiss. Dipper opened his eyes, not knowing what caused the interruption. When he noticed what Bill was doing, he felt the blush on his face increase abruptly. As Bill noticed him staring, he grinned and seductively licked his lips, causing Dipper’s breath to hitch. Then, Bill proceeded to take Dipper’s shirt off, to which the brunette was too lost in his eyes to think twice.

As soon as both shirts were on the floor, Bill resumed to kissing the boy in front of him, bodies pressed against each other. However, this time, Bill began to tease Dipper, filling him with anticipation. The blonde kissed the skin just beside his lips, some times more passionately than others. Next, he kissed his chin, his other cheek, he very lightly brush his lips against the boy’s; making both of them release hot breaths at each other’s faces. 

Then, the blonde began to lay soft kisses on the brunette’s face, starting on his lips, then right beside them, then further to the side, until he landed on his jawline. Once there, Bill began to make his kisses more wet and more passionate, making Dipper’s knees tremble. He softly bit his neck, making circles with his tongue on the spot right after. Then he began to suck on his pulse, planting some love bites here and there. The brunette moaned faintly, as he felt shivers down his back, grabbing onto Bill’s dirty blonde hair. And Bill liked that. He suddenly sucked harder, causing Dipper to inhale sharply and moan a little louder than before. That would definitely leave a mark. 

After that, Bill began to kiss his way down Dipper’s torso. The brunette was trying really hard not to squeal with pleasure. Bill’s rough hands were also caressing their way down his back, sometimes gently, sometimes a little more harshly. The kisses Bill planted on him were soft, some passionate, some hot. Either way, it was making Dipper squirm. 

Bill kisses were almost all the way down his stomach, he was about to reach Dipper’s jeans waist band, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Guys! The seven minutes are up!” Pacifica’s voice said through the other side of the door. 

It made the two boys stop abruptly. Bill stood up and regained his composure quite fast. A little too fast, for Dipper’s liking. But he figured it was probably because he was startled and hadn’t realized how far they had both gone in such a short amount of time. Anyway, Dipper straightened his back and reluctantly reached for his shirt. Bill had almost finished buttoning his own white shirt, his cocky smile and posture returning.

And with his iconic grin and his breath still hot on Dipper’s face, the blonde said, “I guess we’ll finish this another time.”