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âBill! Stop it!â Dipper shouted as the demon began to speed up the horse. Bill was sitting at the front of the wagon urging the horse to go faster with each passing moment.
Dipper however, was on top of the pile of hay, struggling to hang on for dear life.
âDonât worry, Pine Tree! Iâve got this!â
âYOU OBVIOUSLY DONâT. SLOW DOWN!â Dipper shouted, sputtering as a few stray strands of hay flew into his mouth.
âDid you say speed up? Oh Pine Tree, anything for you~!â
At that, the horse began to go even faster. Dipper practically screamed as the wind began to push him further down the wagon. He grasped desperately at the hay, until finally, Bill had the horse come to an abrupt stop. The sudden stop had Dipper flying forward and landing directly behind Bill, upside down. He groaned, blearily opening his eyes to find himself staring Billâs face.
The demon gave him a toothy grin, âHowâs it hanging?â
âHow do you thinkâŠ? God, I hate you.â
âOh do you?â
âYep.â
âI have a feeling I could change your perspective.â
âOh really?â
âYeah. Really.â
Dipper narrowed his eyes, âThen prove it.â
âGladly,â The demon purred, gracefully lifting up his hand and stroking the side of Dipperâs face, and then he leaned in, giving him an upside down kiss. Dipperâs eyes widened, and he turned beet red, before closing his eyes and kissing back ever so slightly. As soon as Bill drew back however, Dipper ended up falling off of the hay and into the seat. He pulled himself up, sitting beside Bill, staring at him, not sure what to say.
âSee? I told you I could change your perspective. Youâre right-side up again.â
It took Dipper a moment to process what Bill had said, and when he had, he just groaned, âNice one. Nice. Real funny.â
Bill smirked, and Dipper just rolled his eyes, before moving a bit closer to him, âIf you wanted a kiss you know, you couldâve just asked.â
This time, it was Billâs turn to have his world turned upside down.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: 707 | Luciel Choi/Yoosung Kim
Characters: Yoosung Kim, 707 | Luciel Choi
Additional Tags: chatroom format, Dick Jokes, tagging in case anyone doesn't like those lol, no spoilers past the first four days of MM, Comedy
Summary:
Seven loses a game against Yoosung, and in return, he gets to make Seven say or do anything he wants him to.
what she means: I have approx 2647 plot/character ideas floating around my head at any given time but there is no way in hell my disorganised ass is getting any of this down on paper any time soon
Relationships: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines
Characters: Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Mabel Pines, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Past Character Death, Dipper died in Weirdmageddon, Mabel believes his soul is in a tree growing over his grave, BillDip, Triangle Bill Cipher, sixty years after weirdmageddon
Six months later, the tree died entirely. The needles had all fallen off, leaving the tree barren and lifeless. The town had tried everything to keep it alive, but nothing seemed to work. There were no bugs eating the tree, no diseases, and it was definitely getting enough waterâbut it still died. There was nothing he could do.
And there was nothing Bill could do either. He would never admit heâd tried to save it. Heâd never say heâd used his powers on small parts of the tree to restore itâand more than anything heâd never admit it didnât work.
In the end, nothing did. The tree was dead. The Corduroys informed the town that if left, the tree might fall onto the mystery shack and hurt someoneâbut still no one asked them to cut it down. They didnât want to either, so no one did. The family just pretended that they didnât know about the hazard, or that it wasnât as bad as it actually was.
One of the few people that had lived through Weirdmageddon that didnât seem too upset about the treeâs death was Wendy. And if shewas upset, she never showed it. Instead her face was constantly lit up with the biggest of smiles as she helped her daughter take care of the newest little addition to the Corduroy family. Wendy was a grandma now.
And in the twenty years that followed the treeâs death, Mabel never returned to Gravity Falls. A new generation grew up among the town, and hardly any of them knew why the dead tree still hadnât been cut down. And if they were informed, no one believed Weirdmageddon had actually happened. If there wasnât a weird yellow triangle sitting in the tree, no one would even think there was the possibility it could be true. And even that turned into just another joke. An apparent decoration that the mystery shack put up to draw in customers.
âHey! Rise and shine Roderick, todayâs a new day and the sunâs come out to greet yaâ.â June Corduroy, Wendyâs daughter and Roderickâs mother, pulled open the curtains in Roderickâs bedroom. Light flooded into the small room and he groaned, pulling his blanket over his head. It had to be six am. Maybe five, judging by how tired he felt.
âRoddy, time to be productive! I get that itâs summer vacation, but you canât be sleeping all day. I made pancakes, so come downstairs quickly or theyâll get cold. Besides, Grandma Wendyâs coming over today. Do you really think sheâd appreciate you still being in bed when she shows up?â
Roderick muttered something into his pillow along the lines of his grandmother wouldnât give a damn, hell sheâd probably give him an extra blanket. His mom scoffed, but she couldnât really deny that. She stood by her son for a second, bending down to pull the covers off of his face.
âMaybe so, but itâs noon. Get up, Roddy.â She then left the room, making sure that all the lights were turned on so that he couldnât get back to sleep. He sighed as soon as she was gone, and blearily looked up at the much too bright room. Noon, huh? His earlier predictions had been way off.
On the one hand, he could just stay in bed, go back to sleep⊠but if Grandma Wendy was coming over, he might as well get up. He hadnât seen her since he got back to Gravity Falls. Considering the last time heâd been back was around Christmas, he couldnât deny that he was excited to see her again.
He and his grandmother had always been close. Sheâd taught him to swing an axe, and was there when he chopped down his first tree (sure, it was barely a sapling, but it definitely still counted, right?)
He tossed off the covers, standing up and stretching. Summer vacation. His first year of college was over, and finally he was back with his huge family. Not that he cared about the latter all too much. Through the sheer vastness of how many people were in his family, he hardly ever got to get close to a single one of his relatives other than immediate family. Well, excluding Grandma Wendy of course. That was different.
He turned off the lights in his room and then proceeded to go down the stairs.
He started to list off the relatives he had in his head. Well, he had three cousins on his mom's side, five on his dad's, grandparents and great aunts and uncles galore, and so many second and third cousins that he couldn't even count them all.
Oh god, he hoped he wouldn't have to meet with them all this summer. He'd much rather just sit around and read, keep to himself. Or just hang out with Prince, someone he hadnât seen in over three months now. As he walked down the old wooden stairs of his small house, he tried to fix his greasy red hair so that it looked somewhat decent. He hadn't showered since he'd gotten back three days ago- he probably should get to that soon.
"Oh, good afternoon Roderick." His dad sat back in his chair, reading the news off of his cell phone, "Finally decided to show up?" Kyle was a stark contrast to the rest of his family. Blonde hair, glasses, he'd never lifted a log in his life. As a matter of fact, he was actually a lawyer. Technology spent its time in his grasp instead of the axes the rest of the Corduroy family carried.
"G'morning," Roderick replied, sitting down at the table across from him. His dad set down his phone and smiled.
"Let me guess, your mom promised you breakfast was ready, right?"
Roderick tilted his head slightly, but then nodded.
June was standing by the fridge, eating a pancake off of her plate, and then said with her mouth half-full, "I never said I made more than enough for me. But it sure got you up, right Roddy?"
Roderick groaned, staring at him mom incredulously. He stood up from the table, the chair grating against the floor. "There any pancake mix left?"
"Nope, we just ran out. We have cereal though."
"...Thanks mom."
June just chortled as her son went to pour himself some milk. He should have expected something like this- she'd always tended to joke around like this when he lived at home. He supposed he'd forgotten some of his mother's habits over the year he'd been gone.
He smiled slightly to himself, and grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboard, pouring it into the milk, and then sat down across from his dad once more.
"Roderick, have you washed your hair since you got back?" His father noted, glancing over at him.
"What?" He gulped, "Yeah, yeah of course. What, you think I don't know how to take care of myself?"
"Mm, sure. Maybe just wash it again then." His father shook his head slightly, and Roderick sighed, eating another spoonful of the cereal before his father could comment on any other physical discrepancies he could notice.
"You should probably get it cut. It's gotten much too long over the year-"
"It looks fine, dad."
"How are you ever going to get anywhere in life if you look like you just crawled out of a dumpster?" His dad replied, "The way you look directly reflects how people view you. If you don't care how you look, then how are people supposed to expect you to care about anything else?"
"Kyle!" June said sharply, "That's enough, he just got back-"
"Get dressed after you're done eating. Your grandmother's coming over soon and-"
"Okay I get it!" Roderick stood up, taking his cereal with him, "I'm going upstairs."
"Roderick-"
"Good to be back." He said with a sigh, and then climbed back upstairs, cradling the bowl of cereal to his chest. Every damn time. Why couldn't he have a single moment with his dad without him commenting on appearances?
Roderick finished off his cereal sitting at his desk. He could definitely say he hadnât missed eating with his family. He turned on his laptop as well, glancing over the files he still had open from the week before when he was still in his dormitory. Most of it was just study notes, but there were also the other files. Research on the town. For one of his history courses he was supposed to do a report on the history of a town. Gravity Falls was definitely his first choice for the assignment.
He smiled. Sure, he hadnât gotten that great a mark on it since all heâd focused on were the myths about the place, but it had been worth it. He couldnât help but want to learn more about this strange place⊠there was something here that people just didnât know about. And today, after greeting his grandma, he was planning on heading out to the shack like heâd promised Prince he would. Theyâd been messaging one another for ages about the assignment, and from what Roderick could assume, Prince was eager to hear more about the myths and such that Roderick had uncovered.
In fact, he was hoping that with Princeâs helpâhe was working in the Mystery Shack after allâtheyâd be able to find proof it was all real. That, and⊠The commute from his college back to Gravity Falls was always a long one, so they hardly got to see each other throughout the year. Heâd missed him. Roderick proceeded to scroll through his files, reading them as he finished his cereal.
Twelve YouTube videos and one hour later, the doorbell rang, indicating his grandmother had arrived. He blinked in surprise, glancing at the time and muttering a curse under his breath. He jumped to his feet, pulling off his pyjamas and throwing on the first clothes he could find off of the floor, those being old blue jeans and a purple sweater. He zipped it up over his bare chest, not bothering to find anything to put on underneath, and then rushed downstairs.
His grandmother was sitting in her wheelchair, a wide grin on her face, and June had just bent down to hug her. Over June's shoulder, Wendy spotted Roderick and winked. He grinned as well.
"Hey Grandma!"
"Roderick! Come here, gimme' a hug!" She called back as June pulled away, and Roderick immediately went to bend down and hug his grandmother. She smelled familiar, like freshly cut wood and... more than anything she just smelled like home. She squeezed him tightly, and when he pulled away, she took his hand.
"How were your exams?"
"Oh, I totally failed. Bombed all of them. I'll probably be expelled they were so bad."
âThat good, huh?â
"They were so easy."
She laughed, "That's my boy!" She let her hand drop back down to her side, and she just looked at him softly. Her gaze drifted to his arms.
"You're still fit enough to cut down a tree, right?"
"Hm? Of course. I went to the gym... every now and then."
"You're so skinnyâthis summer, you are eating. A lot. Got that? We are going to feed you until you can't eat anymore."
"...Great."
"You bet it's great." She chuckled, wheeling herself towards the fridge. She opened it and pulled out a can of soda for herself, and opened it. She wheeled towards the table, where Kyle was still on his phone.
âHey Kyle.â
He put down the phone, and gave her a wide smile, âWendy! Hey, how are you?â
âYouââ She pointed a finger at him, âAre going to make sure that Roderick eats this summer. Got that?â
âSure, of course.â Kyle smiled at her, and then checked his watch, very obviously looking for a way out of speaking with his mother-in-law, âOh look at the time, I have a meeting with a potential client. Iâm so sorry, but Iâve got to get going.â He stood up from the table, and when heâd walked past her, Wendy rolled her eyes at Roderick, earning a chuckle.
Kyle gathered up his coat and kissed June on the cheek, âIâll be home in time for dinner.â
âYeah you will, cause youâre buying something from Greasyâs and bringing it back.â June replied with a smirk.
âWhat? June, really, we eat there every otherââ
âGreasyâs, or no dinner at all.â She poked his arm, âNow get going, donât want to keep your client waiting, right?â
He smiled at her, and then at Roderick, âAnd you take a shower. I donât want to see that greasy mop of hair when I get back.â
Wendy glanced over at her grandson, who had leaned against the wall, looking annoyed, âYeah. Got it.â
Kyle then opened the door, and just like that, left. Roderick sighed as soon as he was gone, running a hand through his hair. He felt like not washing it out of spite towards his dad, but that wouldnât be helpful to anyone.
Wendy looked at him thoughtfully, âHmm, howâs about you and I go for a walk? Poor choice of words on my part, but you up for it?â
âOh, sure. Mom, do you need me for anythingâŠ?â
âNo, go have fun with your grandma.â June smiled, âBut tomorrow, you are doing some work around this house, got that, Roddy?â
âGot it.â Roderick grinned and then moved to hold the door open for his grandmother, who wheeled herself out, going down the handicap ramp that had been installed by the house. Roderick followed her, waving to his mom as he left.
âSo⊠Roderick.â
âYeah?â
âHow long have you not taken a shower?â She said, a smirk playing at her lips.
Roderick groaned, âUhh⊠four days?â
âNice.â Â The two exchanged a look, and then laughed. She leaned back in her chair, and Roderick took that as a cue to begin pushing her chair so she wouldnât have to exert herself. Sure, sheâd argue that she was perfectly capable, and maybe she was, but Roderick was sure she appreciated the help.
She smiled, âIâve missed you, Roderick.â
âMissed you too, Grandma.â
They spoke for some time then, catching up on different things that had happened throughout the year that they hadnât had the chance to speak about over the phone. And eventually, they found themselves near the mystery shack. As always, Wendy looked at it with a sad look in her eyes, and she sighed deeply, glancing back up at Roderick.
He however, was staring straight at the dead pine tree. As always, he wondered why anyone hadnât cut it down. It was partly rotting, dry, and overall just ugly at this point. Â Weirdly enough, this tree was one thing there was no definite story about. There were a million myths about the town, about this tree, but they were all inconsistent. His train of thought ended abruptly when he spotted Prince sitting on the porch of the shack. The manâs black hair was drawn back into a short ponytail, and more than one strand lay loose on his tan face. He glanced up at Roderick, and his deep brown eyes lit up.
âRoderick!â Prince waved, a stupid grin on his face.
He waved back, and then glanced at his grandmother, who just chortled.
âGo on, Iâll see you later for dinner.â He smiled gratefully at her and then walked towards Prince. The latter stood up off of the porch, then practically sprinted towards Roderick, tackling him in a hug. Wendy looked over at them.
âAnd this would probably be a good moment to sneak offâŠâ She grinned, wheeling her chair backwards and Prince looked up at her sheepishly.
âS-sorry, Ms. Corduroy.â Wendy just rolled her eyes, turning around back to the path that she and Roderick had come from.
Roderick laughed, sitting up and pushing Prince lightly off of him, only to have the other hug him again, pushing him back to the ground.
âAgh, youâre crushing meââ Roderick replied, âLike geez, when are you gonna get over me?â
âI am.â Prince grinned, âLiterally. Over you.â
âOh my god.â
Prince laughed, and then kissed him. It had been so longâRoderick melted into it and when Prince finally drew back, it seemed like theyâd never been apart. Prince sat up and helped Roderick into a sitting position as well. He tilted his head, looking at him curiously for a second before speaking up.
âUm, whenâs the last time you took a shower?â
Mabel's brother died at the end of the first summer they spent in Gravity Falls, killed before his time. They buried him in the yard beside the shack, and from the grave grew a tree. A pine tree. Nearly sixty years later, the town has moved on from the awful events that transpired that summer, and a new generation has grown up. Roderick Corduroy, Wendy's grandson, never believed that 'Weirdmageddon' was more than a myth. He doesn't get why people say to avoid the tree. So when he finds out that the strange triangle that sits in that one tree by the mystery shack can actually talk, he couldn't be more surprised... and interested. Maybe this creature can help him uncover the secrets of Gravity Falls.
The tree stood tall beside the shack, its branches long, sturdy, and covered in rich green needles. It had been nearly forty years since it had been planted, and it still flourished, always green, always beautiful. Mabel would still visit it from time to time, but less so as the years passed. She didnât have as much time to go to Gravity Falls, now always busy with her fashion line. But sheâd always come to the tree at the end of the summer on those final days and talk to it. Grunkle Stan and Ford had long since passed away, so she was the only one who visited the tree. The mystery shack was now run by Melody and Soosâ kid Jamie. He was a bright man, and his own wife was pregnant as well.
The town had moved on from the time the tree had been planted. But one personâor rather demon, hadnât. People had begun to expect to see the triangle demon sitting in the branches of the tree, resting against its trunk. Heâd just sit there, eye closed, never saying a single word to passersby. He was practically powerless anyway. Before Ford had died, heâd managed to figure out a way to recreate the barrier that surrounded Gravity Falls, and contain it to a bubble four feet across around Bill. However, Bill could still move around the Falls, though he couldnât get close to anyone.
He tried to escape at first, but seemingly after forty years heâd given up, and just spent all his time in the tree.
No one had seen him leave it in years. Sometimes heâd move around its branches, kicking birds out and tossing off nests. It wasnât uncommon to go towards the mystery shack and see birdsâ eggs broken and their contents oozing into the dirt. Jamie would try to clean it up sometimes, but more often than not he just avoided the tree altogether.
Most people did. It was a grim reminder of what had happened that summer so many years ago. Billâs presence in the tree didnât really help either.
The end of the summer was fast approaching, and Mabel had just shown up for her yearly visit to the shackâbut mostly to the tree. Her hair lined with grey was drawn back into a ponytail, and she was wearing one of the sweaters that had gotten her famous in the world of fashion design. Smile lines marred her eyes, but as she approached the tree, there was a lingering sadness to them.
Wind rustled the branches softly, needles seemingly shushing one another as she knelt down beside the tree. Mabel didnât even look up at Bill, though she knew heâd be there. She held out a flower, and placed it on a root of the pine tree. She then leaned against the trunk, and closed her eyes, forcing back the inevitable and familiar tears. The wind pushed the needles once more, and a few yellowed and dry ones were coaxed off of the branches and onto the ground.
âHappy birthday, bro-bro.â
Bill rolled his eye upon hearing that, retreating further into the tree. He didnât want to hear Mabelâs conversation with âDipperâ. Again. Every year, the goddamn same. Always yammering on and on to âDipperâ. Itâs just a tree. Bill glanced at the branches around him, absent-mindedly thumbing one between his fingers. Not only was it just a tree, but it had been forty years since it had been planted. Mabel should have been over it by now. Dipper was dead. Move on.
The branch between his fingers broke, yellowed needles falling from it. Bill looked at it curiously, before just sighing and leaning against a different branch. And as Mabel began to talk to âDipperâ about what had changed in her life, Bill wished he had ears so that he could cover them.
âItâs been a pretty busy year⊠I actually entered some items into an auction in New York. You shouldâve seen it, Dipdop. They were bidding on a sweater I made back in the twenties, and it sold for a couple hundred dollars. The moneyâs going to charity of course, but it was so cool to see people liking my work. It wasnât even that great of a sweater to be honest.â
She continued on for about ten minutes, going into details about her new line of clothes, the people sheâd met, and the opportunities she had. Finally, she paused for a second, before continuing on in a somewhat softer voice.
âI miss you Dipper. I wish you were here.â Mabel sighed, picking up a stray needle, and rolling it between her fingers, âI hope youâre having a good time in heaven.â
Bill finally snapped, calling back, âHeavenâs not real.â
Mabel tensed up, and the end of the pine needle pricked her finger, earning a drop of blood. She didnât say anything for a moment, and instead just looked up into the treeâs branches at Bill. He was staring down at her, eye narrowed.
âHello, Bill.â
âShooting Star.â
âStill havenât left the tree then?â She looked at him with faded contempt.
âNo. Still talking to thin air?â
She didn't respond for a moment, but then just sighed, leaning back against the tree, "Why are you still here, Bill?"
"As if I'd tell you."
"What, is it all part of your 'plan'? The one that Ford thwarted by putting you inside that barrier?"
"Shut up, Star."
"You're the one who decided to talk to me!" She stood up, glaring at him, "Bill, it's been forty years. You're sitting in the tree growing out of my brother's grave. You don't even leave, and you never even say why.â
"You want to know why?â He hesitated for a second before continuing, âItâsâitâs to rub it in yours and the rest of their faces."
"That you lost?" Mabel responded, though she knew all too well what the other meant.
"That I killed him."
She stared at him then, meeting his gaze for a short moment before just shaking her head softly, closing her eyes. She didnât say anything either, and that just irritated Bill even more. She brushed off some of the dirt from her skirt and then turned to walk away.
Bill scoffed, and then jumped off one branch to land on another, eye widening in surprise when it snapped. Mabel turned around at the noise, seeing him floating above the splintered wood where it had broken. He moved closer to examine it, and ran his hand along it. It was completely dry. He blinked, glancing towards Mabel, and with a sneer to his tone, he called out to her.
"You should really get someone to water this tree you know, or else 'Dipper' is going to die twice."
The terrified expression she returned would probably be all the entertainment Bill would get in a long time. He laughed as she stormed inside the shack and slammed the door. She was still such a kid. She'd never be more than the sister of the boy who died trying to save the world. Bill picked off pieces of the dry wood from the stump of a branch, tossing them to the ground.
He wondered what would happen if the tree actually did die. He'd have to find a new place to stay, for one. Maybe it was time to leave anyway. Try to escape once more. But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted the tree to remain where it was. It was a good home base, he argued with himself. A smart location to look over the shack.
Besides, no one bothered him here. He practically owned the thing. He'd killed Dipper, and even now he owned what Mabel thought was his soul.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines
Characters: Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Mabel Pines, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Past Character Death, Dipper died in Weirdmageddon, Mabel believes his soul is in a tree growing over his grave,Â
Summary:
Dipper Pines.
Loving brother, nephew, and friend.
May he rest in peace.
Mabel's brother died at the end of the first summer they spent in Gravity Falls, killed before his time. They buried him in the yard beside the shack, and from the grave grew a tree. A pine tree. Nearly sixty years later, the town has moved on from the awful events that transpired that summer, and a new generation has grown up. Roderick Corduroy, Wendy's grandson, never believed that 'Weirdmageddon' was more than a myth. He doesn't get why people say to avoid the tree. So when he finds out that the strange triangle that sits in that one tree by the mystery shack can actually talk, he couldn't be more surprised... and interested. Maybe this creature can help him uncover the secrets of Gravity Falls.
Drawing of Dipperâs reincarnation from this AU I came up with. Still thinking on the name, but I may just go with Roderick since itâs a common one to use when deviating from Dipper.
In which Dipper dies during weirdmageddon and Mabel puts his ashes in one of of those urns where you can also plant a tree with it, and then a pine tree grows out of Dipperâs grave.
And Bill always visits it.
Until one day the tree starts to die, a hundred years or so into the future, and  one of Wendyâs grandkids comes to cut it down since it would fall onto the mystery shack and destroy it if it wasnât disposed of properly.
Bill tries to stop the guy, but itâs actually Dipperâs reincarnation.
FedEx had always loved UPS, but was always afraid to approach him about it. But they were two of a kind⊠and best friends at that.
FedEx never wanted to ruin the friendship they shared, so he he never said anything. Time went by, and they went their separate ways. All over, they went, shipping things to all locations. It was somewhat inspiring, the speed and agility with which they did all thisâŠ
But hardly ever did their paths cross anymore.
Until one day, FedEx saw UPS again. He took his hand, and told him how he felt.
Their lives never felt more connected. Finally⊠they could ship things together. The could ship each other.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sam Winchester/Other(s), It's a surprise
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, mystery character wink wonk
Additional Tags: welp, um, i have no clue what to add, but - Freeform, i swear this is worth reading, sam has a mystery lover who he lost, and is mourning losing them, yea
Summary:
Sam has lost someone very dear to both him and Dean. However, Dean didn't know the full extent of Sam's relationship with that person. Now, Sam must come to terms with the fact that he might never see that person again.
Warning: Swearing. I didnât mean to have them swear but it comes up quite a few times. Also, I tried to make it all super romantic but these freaking losers just keep messing things up. Love em to death, though. @billdip-week
Dipper leaned against the wall of the gymnasium. Oh, everyone was having such a good time. So many smiling faces, so many selfiesâhe checked his watch.
Bill hadnât even shown up yet. Theyâd decided to meet each other at the dance, Â and surprise each other in front of everyone with how they looked. They hadnât even coordinated anything, deciding to be spontaneous. And Bill hadnât even shown up to the prom.
He looked down at his plastic cup filled with soda, wishing it was beer instead. Or just hard liquor. Anything to blur out the sight of all his classmates having the time of their lives with their dates, while all he had to do was stand in the corner, sipping on his non-alcoholic ginger ale. He didnât even like ginger ale for hellâs sake.
He drank it to the last drop, tipping it completely upside down, trying to get every last little bit of it, and then just let it drop the floor.
The song changed to a romantic one, and he sighed, watching everyone pair up, stepping away from the clumps of people that had accumulated everywhere. Oh, that was fast, several couples were already making out and getting stern glances from the teachers.
Great.
You know, he hadnât wanted to come to this stupid dance in the first place, but he just thought⊠because it was Bill, heâd give it a shot. It sounded like it could be some fun if he went to his high school dance with a demon who could do almost anything.
He eyed the drink table, wondering if he should just grab some more ginger ale, and maybe call it a night. Â He was about to step away, when a hand reached out and grabbed his arm.
He almost shrieked, but a different hand quickly covered his mouth. He managed to twist away from them and turn around, only to find Bill, looking extremely embarrassed, and wearing a bright yellow dress.
âBill?â His eyes widened, âYouâre here. And⊠youâre wearing aââ
âI didnât know human males werenât supposed to wear these things too.â He pouted, rubbing the back of his neck, and glaring at someone who had begun to stare at him.
Dipper, more relieved that the other had shown up to care they were wearing a dress, just said softly, âIt doesnât matter. Iâm just glad youâre here.â
âWhat, Pine Tree, you think Iâd ditch you? Loving how high of an opinion of me youâve got!â
Dipper glanced back at the couples dancing, and then smiled, âDo you want to dance? Prove to everyone that you look damn good in that dress?â
Bill thought for a moment, and then crossed his arms, âNo. I know I look âdamn goodâ, Iâve got nothing to prove to your classmates.â
Dipper shrugged, âThen what⊠what do you want to do?â
âLetâs get out of here, Pine Tree.â He reached out and took Dipperâs hand, âCome on, I know youâre not a fan of these big dances either, we can make our own fun.â
Dipperâs mind raced. On the one hand, he had spent around forty dollars on an entry ticket to this dance. But on the otherâŠ
âSure, we just got to make sure the chaperones donât stop us.â
âDipper. Dipper. Have you met me?â Bill grinned, and still holding Dipperâs hand, began to back up. Through the wall. Dipperâs eyes widened as he was pulled through it as well, and just like thatâthey were outside.
Strangely enough, though it was already pretty late, it was brighter outside than in the dimly lit gymnasium. Dipper could finally see Bill clearly.
He could see the detailed golden makeup the other had painted over his eyelids, perfectly matching the sparkling golden dress. The other looked like he was glowing, and Dipperâs lips parted slightly looking at him.
âBill⊠you lookâŠâ
âAmazing? Stunning? The most attractive thing youâll ever see in your life?â
âLike an asshole.â Dipper concluded, rolling his eyes. Still holding Billâs hand, he began to walk forward, towards the forest at the back of his school.
âWhere are we going?â Bill asked.
âI donât know, anywhere.â
âIf anywhereâs the destination, I can get us there pretty quickly, Pine Tree. Just got toââ He snapped his fingers, and suddenly they were smack in the middle of the forest, standing by a pond, âIs this anywhere enough for you?â
Dipper smiled, looking around, âCanât get more anywhere than this.â He looked the other over again, âIâm so glad you showed up.â
âMm,â Bill said softly in reply, looking around. Dipper traced his gaze to the pond, and his smile widened. The water was reflecting the bright light of the full moon above them, and Bill led Dipper closer to the water. He grinned at it.
âItâs pretty, huh?â Dipper asked, watching the otherâs expression.
âEarth is annoying. But when it reflects the rest of eternity, yeah itâs kind of pretty.â
âDeep.â
âShut it Pine Tree.â Bill kept leaning over the water, and soon his grip on Dipperâs hand began to falter, and he fell forward into the pond.
âBILL!â Dipper shouted, quickly reaching for the other, before Bill pulled him down into the water as well. He sputtered, quickly trying to get out of the water, but to no avail, Bill kept his grip on him.
âBill what the fuckââ He cut himself off when he saw the other. The water hadnât even smudged his makeup, and his dress seemed entirely undamaged. Dipper on the other hand, was sopping wet, and heâd probably have to throw out the suit he was wearing, it was so covered in the murky water.
âNice night for a swim, huh?â
âFuck you.â
âLove you too, Dipper.â
Dipper blinked, âWait, did you justââ
âWhat!?â Billâs eyes widened when he realized what he said, âNo! No, that doesnât count. It was just banter. Fuck you too.â
Dipper fell back into the water then, letting himself sink for a moment. He pulled back up out of the water, and began to take off his tie. He pulled off his suit jacket as well, and tossed both onto the shore. Bill was watching him curiously, and then Dipper stepped closer.
The brunette held out a hand, and then smiled slightly, âBill Cipher, may I have this dance?â
âThereâs no music, Pine Tree.â
âThen make some.â
Bill hesitantly flicked his hand in the air, and a soft, slow â yet still eerie â song began to play. Dipper listened to it for a moment, knowing this was probably as romantic as Bill was going to make the music. He bit his lip, and then put one hand onto the otherâs hip, which was still submerged in the water, and the other grasping his hand.
They began to very awkwardly dance in the water. It lasted for a very short while, and was in absolutely no way romantic, the two of them just trudging through the water, trying to keep from tripping. In the end they just exchanged a look and gave up, Dipper falling down into the water, laughing.
âDid you really think that would work, Pine Tree!?â Bill laughed, âIdiot.â
Dipper listened to the music for a second, and then smiled, âYeah, guess I am an idiot. I love you, after all.â
Bill froze, and the music stopped as well. He stared at the human wide-eyed, and then looked down.
âLoveâs a strong word, kid. You really mean it?â
ââŠYep.â
âThat sounded convincing.â
âYep.â
âDamn it Dipper, yeah I love you too, that what you wanted to hear?â
ââŠâ
âIf you say yep one more fucking time I swear Iâm going to fucking kill yââ
âYep.â
âTHATâS IT!â Bill leaped forward, or as best as he could in the water, and tackled the other, pulling both of them beneath the surface. When they managed to resurface, somehow Bill had managed to attach his lips to Dipperâs.
âŠNot that Dipper minded. They kissed for a good few minutes, hands roaming over each otherâs bodies, until finally Bill pulled away. He stared into Dipperâs eyes, and he smiled softly.
âDamn it, I love you.â
Dipper closed his eyes, âPretty unfortunate, huh? Cause it turns out I love you too.â
âVery unfortunate. How are we going to fix this, hm?â
âSeems pretty unfixable.â
âGuess weâre stuck like this.â
âDarn.â Dipper replied with a smirk, and moved forward to give Bill a short kiss, âThis is definitely a night to remember.â
âNah, youâre totally gonna forget it.â
âWhat, why?!â
âI spiked your ginger ale.â
âWHAT?â
âJust kidding geez. Donât get so worked up about it.â Bill chuckled, trailing his hand down Dipperâs arm so he could take hold of his hand.
Well, this was a disaster. Bill stared at his human, not even wanting to believe his eyes.
âPine Tree how the FUCKââ
âLanguage, Bill!â Came Dotâs reply from beside him.
âHeâs stuck in a freaking tree!â
Dipper clutched the branch he was sitting on, the top branch actually, and then said meekly, âThis is fine.â
âIt is not fine, Mabel will have a fit if you fall!â Dot said back, and then sighed, âBill, just get him down from thereââ
âWhy donât you do it!?â Bill demanded, crossing his arms.
âWell, youâre his guardian, I just assumed thatââ
âI can get down myself!â Dipper shouted to them, knuckles turning white as he gripped the branch tighter. Bill scoffed, but just floated back, watching his human attempt to get down. Dot looked between the two of them, and then floated away quickly.
âIâm getting Mabel!â
âYeah, you do that.â Bill replied, still watching as Dipper began to tentatively lift up an arm to grab a different branch. Once Dot was gone he moved the slightest bit closer.
âWhyâd you even come up here, kid?â
âI wanted to get a better view of the forestâI thought there might be something hidden up here andââ
Bill just rolled his eye. Finally, he held out a hand.
âYou tell anyone about this, Iâll make sure you never talk again. Got it, kid?â
âI donât need your help.â
Bill narrowed his eye, âIâm being generous here.â
Dipper then bit his lip, glancing from the ground, back to Bill. Apparently trusting Bill this once won over falling to his death and he sighed, grabbing hold of the otherâs hand. Bill pulled the other towards him, and then easily floated down to the ground. Once they were about a foot away from the forest floor, he dropped the human.
