Seven years following the events of Weirdmageddon, Dipper and Mabel return to Gravity Falls to live with their great uncles. While wandering
I honestly have no idea if anyone even cares to really read these, but if you do, I hope you enjoy.
Dipper:
I took his hand to pull him closer, letting my arms sit on his shoulders as I stared into his dark green eyes.
His expression immediately shifted from feigned annoyance to surprise, a smile finally settling on his lips. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I brought a hand to his hair. Combing my fingers through silky blonde locks, I pulled him closer and connected our lips.
It'd only been a few weeks since I was this close to him, but it felt like an eternity. And now, being back here, back in his arms, back with those lips, I wasn't sure how I went so long without him.
Bill smiled into me, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. My heartbeat quickened, my lungs begged for air, but I stayed, only wanting more of him. His hands slid to my waist, sending shivers down my spine, and rested on my hips, gently bringing me closer.
When my eyes started to water from lack of air, I pulled away, smiling up at him.
"God, I've missed you," I said as he ran a hand through my hair, moving my bangs back to trace my birthmark.
"I've missed you, too, little Pine Tree." I frowned, memories of him taunting me with that nickname flashing in my mind.
"D-don't call me that, Bill," I said softly, cringing when my voice cracked.
His face sank into an expression of guilt as he took a step back. "I– I'm sorry, Dipper," he said in an anxious tone. "I know that name probably, no, definitely triggers you. I– I won't do it again."
In my mind, I smiled; I was more annoyed than scared. But I didn't want him to know that.
"Nope, I'm afraid it's too late," I said, fighting to hold back a smirk as an idea came to me.
Fear flashed in his eyes. "Wh– what can I do to show you I'm sorry?"
"Let's see..." I hummed. "Nothing." Shoving him backwards, I ran to his bathroom, barely stifling my laughter.
"No, please, Dipper, I– I didn't mean it! Dipper, I'm so sorry!"
Hearing his footsteps, I turned to lock the door behind me. I dug through his things, making as much noise as possible. I figured this could be a good test of trust, a good way to see if he really cared about me or if he was just using me.
"D-Dipper, please open the door," Bill said in a panicked voice. "Please, just– wh– Dipper, what are you doing in there?!"
"Just looking through your stuff," I sang. "I see you kept a razor from me! I suppose I'll draw a bath." I plugged the tub and turned the water on, but didn't actually strip off my clothes or cut myself. Instead, I simply sat on the edge of the tub, facing the door with a smirk on my face.
"No!" Bill cried, banging on the bathroom door. "Dipper? Dipper, please don't hurt yourself. I– I'll do anything, just don't h-hurt yourself, please."
I heard him shuffle around, rattling the doorknob, and I pursed my lips to contain my laughter.
"D-Dipper," he sobbed, and I felt a slight pang of guilt, wondering if I took it too far. I mean, I'd already pretty much gotten my answer. "Dipper, please! Dipper? Dipper?! Oh, god, oh, god..."
His footsteps retreated, and I cocked my head in confusion. I heard him digging around his bedroom, coming back a few moments later. The handle rattled, and after a click, the door swung open to reveal an anxious Bill.
When he saw me sitting on the edge of the tub, giggling instead of bleeding out in the water, he set the key on the counter and rushed over. He turned the faucet off, kneeling in front of me and cupping my face in his hands.
"Dipper, a-are you okay?" he said softly, though I could hear the fear in his tone.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I said when I was able to swallow my laughter. "I'm not really mad at you. I just thought it'd be funny to mess with you a little. Sorry I let it escalate."
He ran a hand through my hair, pulling me into an embrace. "It's okay, Sapling. I'm just glad you're safe. I really thought you were gonna do something horrible."
"Well, now you know how I feel, stupid," I said, smirking at his confusion. "When you were about to... when I found you in the tree that day."
Guilt welled in his eyes as he lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Sapling. I didn't mean to scare you like that."
I grinned. "I know."
Lifting his chin, I pressed my lips against his, smiling into him. Bill relaxed, his arms falling to my waist and holding me close. He pulled away to run a hand through my hair, kissing the top of my head.
"Sorry for waking you guys up earlier," Mabel said as we sat around the table, eating. "I had to take Elena to school, but I didn't think the door would be that loud."
"I don't mind," Bill chirped in between bites. "Always fun to wake up next to this little Sapling." He glanced at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. Those sweet, sweet lips. How long had it been since...?
Shaking my head, I cleared the thought away and focused on my food, which I'd barely touched. Mabel didn't seem to notice as she'd gotten up to make more waffles. Bill, however, glanced at my plate with a frown, nudging me with his shoulder.
"Eat, Pine Tree," he said, and in a slow, deep voice he added, "or I'll make you."
I blanched, only to feel my face grow warm as I looked away. When I remained unresponsive and frozen in my seat, Bill sighed and brought a forkful of syrup-drenched waffle to my mouth, gently poking at my lips.
At this, I snapped out of it, turning to the man with furrowed brows. "Bill, I don't need you to–"
But suddenly there was a warm slice of waffle in my mouth, cutting me off. I stuck my tongue out at him, which only made him chuckle. Groaning in annoyance, I chewed my food, snatching the fork from Bill to take another couple of bites.
"Jerk," I muttered when I'd nearly finished the waffle.
"See, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?" he hummed, and I swallowed my food and turned to glare at him, readying a retort, right as he moved to plant a kiss on my cheek.
That, of course, ended with our lips connecting, the contact surprising but nonetheless welcomed, and after a second of disorientation, I happily leaned into the kiss. Bill still seemed a bit flustered, which I used to my advantage as I brought a hand up his chest and slipped my tongue between his parted lips.
Regaining himself, Bill let out a slight moan and cradled my head in his hands, fighting for dominance in his mouth. He chuckled when he inevitably won, though I didn't mind, and his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. I carded my fingers through his silky hair, gently tugging on golden locks as the man kissed me hungrily.
Bill's hand sat at the back of my neck while the other slid down to my waist, and I melted into the touch. Letting my fingers rest on his thigh, I smiled when the man inhaled sharply and moved closer, practically sitting on my lap and straddling me while I continued to caress his upper leg. He brought his hand to the front, fingers sliding down my chest and gently grazing the slight bulge in my pants, and a moan escaped my lungs as I leaned into him, desperate for more friction.
The sound seemed to grab my sister's attention, as not a moment later there was a clatter from where she stood.
"Dammit, Cipher, I will not have these shenanigans in my kitchen!" she said firmly, and the two of us nearly jumped out of our skin as we broke apart, a string of saliva connecting our lips.
I felt my face flush as Mabel continued. "I turn away for two seconds and you two are sucking face? Unbelievable! Am I the only sane person in this house? 'Cause here I am, taking the kid to school, convincing my manager to give me the day off, making food for everyone, and– Why are you still on top of him?!"
At this, Bill scrambled from my lap, slipping and falling on his ass when he missed his chair. He quickly got up and stared at the floor.
"S-sorry, Shooting Star," he mumbled, sitting down in his own seat. It made me chuckle to see how scared of my sister he seemed, but my smirk instantly vanished when her furious gaze shifted to me.
"Dipper, I expected better from you! You're the one who's married. I know you're gonna ditch that bitch soon anyway, but come on!"
She shook her head, rubbing the bridge of her nose and muttering to herself.
I have been working on this for about six years now, holy moly. I've completed 24 chapters as well as drafted out 28 chapters towards the end.
On the document with all of the completed chapters (1-24), there are 170 pages (default font size and spacing), and on the drafting document, there are 293 pages.
So that's a lot, 52 chapters in 290 word doc pages, and I've got SOOOOO much more planned for this story!
A loud bang broke me from my peaceful sleep, and I jolted upright. Except I couldn't, as something wrapped around my waist held me back, and I ended up collapsing back onto the warm pillow below me.
Only it wasn't a pillow. It was a man, which explained the arms on my back, the hand in my hair. It was Bill, yet I somehow didn't mind at all, only comforted by his presence.
Leaning into him with a smile, I breathed in his sweet scent before lifting my head to get a better look at him. The sunlight from the window next to us illuminated his tan skin in a way that brought his freckles out, made his golden hair shine. It wonderfully complimented his thin red lips, his sharp features, his peaceful expression.
To put it simply, the man was beautiful, inside and out.
After a while, Bill's breathing changed and his golden eyes fluttered open, trained instantly on me.
"Good morning, my darling," he hummed, grinning widely despite looking a bit tired. "How did you sleep?"
I rolled my eyes at the nickname, though a part of me found it endearing. "I slept alright, I guess," I said, pursing my lips as I thought of a comment that would get him to break this character. "Although, you were a bit too hard on me last night, dear. I'll probably be sore for weeks."
He blinked in surprise, but quickly regained himself, eyes glinting in amusement when he realized I was playing along.
"Oh, my poor Pine Tree," he pouted, running a hand through my hair. Making him flustered would be harder than I thought. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, my love?"
My heart fluttered, and for a moment I thought I would break before him just from his sweet pet names for me. Thinking quickly, I brought my head close to his ear, heart pounding as I breathed in his scent.
"I can think of a few things," I purred, brushing my tongue against his ear.
I pulled away when Bill's breath hitched, his face growing red as my fingers gently grazed his upper thigh. The man closed his eyes, lips pursed in what I assumed was an attempt to control himself. I smiled; I was getting closer. Bringing a hand to his head, I combed my fingers through silky blonde locks before drifting my face close to his.
"Whaddaya say," I hummed sweetly, a centimeter from him, "love?"
I let my lips brush against his, which made Bill falter before pulling my head down to close the distance. Chuckling softly to myself, I melted into him, heart soaring as his arms tightened around my waist, as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. I smiled into him, hands running up and down his smooth chest before settling behind his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.
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Abused, suicidal Dipper Pines goes to a bar to help convince himself to end his life.
(Mature: Mentions of suicide, abuse, SA. Read at your
(For a good while in this story, Bill goes by 'Imber' because he was scared Dipper would hate him if he knew who he was. Bill also only just discovered who Dipper was, and decided that staying out of his life would keep Dipper safe)
Dipper:
Every day, I would knock on Imber's door, and every day, I was greeted with silence. By the third day, I had gotten into a rhythm: try to talk to Imber, search the cave for geodite crystals, try again with Imber, go home.
About a week after Imber and I kissed, I found myself growing sad, numb. I barely ate, barely slept, barely responded when Mabel asked me what was wrong. I hadn't been in this kind of state since my parents died. Knowing how much Imber hated himself, I didn't know what I would do if something were to happen to him.
I approached the cabin, sighing at the prospect of being shut out again. Before I could knock on the door, however, I heard footsteps. I felt my stomach do a flip as I turned around, hoping it was him.
"Oh, it's you," I said, my heart sinking.
The gnome huffed his breath. "Well that's one way to greet someone."
"Hey, Jeff," I said, uninterested.
"Yeah, yeah, hello to you, too," he grumbled impatiently. "Can you tell your boyfriend to stop lollygagging and pick up the slack? In case you haven't noticed, I have a whole colony to feed, and they've almost gone through the entire stash of food you two made."
I frowned. "Um, I actually haven't seen Imber in over a week."
"I don't know what you see in him," said Jeff, grunting in disapproval. "He would not make a good housewife, let alone queen. That damn demon spends way too much time in the forest and not nearly enough in the kitchen." My eyes widened at this.
"H-have you seen him?" I asked, heart full of hope for the first time in days. "Where is he?"
"He's hanging out by a tree about a hundred yards in that direction," he said, waving his hand as though uninterested. "Tell him he needs to make more pies! And throw in a couple of beignets, too, just for me!"
I barely heard Jeff as I sprinted through the forest. Looking around, I called his name, but heard no response. I was about to turn back and scold the gnome for lying to me when I saw a flash of bright yellow in the leaves above me.
I approached the tree, where Imber sat on a branch about thirty feet from the ground. Smiling, I watched silently as he carefully messed with one end of a rope in his hand, then began tying the other end to the branch above him.
My smile faded, however, when it became clear the type of knot he'd created. I cursed under my breath, running to the base of the tree.
"Imber!" I called more loudly than before.
He jumped in surprise, nearly falling off the tree. His brows furrowed as he looked down and saw me.
"Imber, what the fuck are you doing?!" I yelled. Maybe not the best reaction, but I had to do what I could to prevent him from continuing what he was doing.
The young man's lips pursed. "N-nothing."
"Dammit, Imber, give me the rope this instant!" I said firmly, and he hesitated before complying, detaching it from the tree.
He dropped the rope, and it landed a few feet away from me. Picking it up, I felt something in me crumble when my fears were confirmed.
It was a noose.
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