Dipper gets a summer job helping out a pharmacy, with the help of his obnoxious invisible demon boyfriend
Imagine Bill draped over the counter, fucking around with dosages for shits and giggles. Whispering tips and translations to help Dip.
Flickering in and out of visibility when they get a split second alone, to watch Dipper panic and sweat 😭🫶
Ohhh and the shifts that drag on. Bill gets bored. Soft. Protective. Closes up the store with a flick of a finger and threatens to smother Dip in his sleep if he doesn't stop and rest nowwwww.,.,.
"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.
A/N I know, this is pretty short, but that’s how I write. I like to capture moments, not explain them. So here is my fanfiction, I hope you all enjoy it.
Pairing Billdip
Genre Fluff
Word Count 1646
Summary Sleep-deprived, but overall successful college student Dipper Pines has a nice girlfriend, a happy life and one ambition: to know everything there is about the world around him, but once he meets his childhood role model, Bill Cypher, after a couple of years of not seeing him, he starts to doubt his knowledge of himself.
With a heavy sigh, I dropped on my bed. This was exhausting. Sometimes I wish I had gone to art school with Mabel, but then I thought of my future and the knowledge I would have after studying physics here at Harvard.
I glanced at the square shaped clock on my wall, it was five thirty. With a groan, I stood up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, at six I had to meet my family and some friends at a restaurant. So, quickly, I got ready and exited my room.
“Yo, Dipstick!” Called my roommate, Phil, as I closed the door, “Are you going to Rosie’s party tonight?”
I smiled but shook my head. Phil didn’t find it strange, I never went to parties anyway, as opposed to my sister, who posted a new picture of her and her friends out every weekend.
I walked out the door and went straight to my car, slowly driving to my girlfriend’s house before we went to the restaurant together.
° ° °
“Hey, sweetie!” Brooklyn smiled at me after opening the door to her apartment. She was an average sized, blonde girl with striking blue eyes that could cut you with a glance. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I hugged her waist and kissed her back softly, pulling her outside of the apartment and closing the door behind her back.
Brooklyn pulled away and smiled at me, “Let’s go!” She said, running to the car before me, her short maxi skirt bounced up and down. I bit my lip and ran after her, opening the door of the car so she could get in.
"What restaurant did they pick?" She asked me as she applied mascara on, looking at herself in the viewfinder.
"Some family place called, Geo's, they wanted to keep it lowkey this year, a couple of their friends are coming."
Brooklyn laughed as I started the car, "Honey, what your parents think is 'lowkey' is already over the top for most people."
I rode off to the restaurant, chuckling along with my girlfriend.
° ° °
"Dipper! Over here!" I heard a squeaky voice scream once we stepped foot on the tiled floor of Geo's. It was my twin sister, Mabel. The one I hadn't talked to in so long. I ran up to her and squeezed her into a tight hug, but it didn't last long.
"Who's this?!" Mabel screamed looking at Brooklyn, who waved at her timidly.
I introduced them and greeted everyone else, my parents, who were celebrating their anniversary, a man and a woman who I had seen a few times before and... a very familiar face... It was the man and woman's son. "Bill?!" I asked in shock. I remembered the blond boy who always sat in the corner at events. He had seemed way older than me back then, but now he looked closer to my age... and somewhat attractive.
"Mason? Is it?" He asked me, shaking my hand. My heart did a flip when he touched me. A weak smile appeared on my face, "Dipper, actually, that's what everyone calls me." I lifted my bangs to reveal the strangely shaped birthmark on my head, which I had learned to love over time.
"Fascinating..." He whispered. I laughed and sat down, Brooklyn sat on my left and Bill on my right.
"Did you guys order already?" I asked my mother, who nodded quickly and kept talking to Bill's mum.
"So, Bill," I said, turning to him, "How have you been?" I asked, attempting to start a conversation.
"Well, work is fine, but my thirty-fifth birthday is right around the corner and I'm still single." He told me, right as the food arrived.
I looked at Brooklyn, she was busy talking to Mabel, so I turned back to Bill. The waiter placed my plate in front of me, I thanked her and asked another question.
"And why is it that you're single?"
Bill sighed and looked deeply into my eyes for a minute or two. I gulped as our sights made contact, his eyes were brown with a hint of yellow, like if you mixed the sunset with a cup of smooth hot chocolate. He then glanced briefly at Brooklyn, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I took a deep breath, which I was unknowingly holding in. What had that been?
Brooklyn excused herself to go to the bathroom, Bill skidded a little closer to me.
"What do you do, Dipper?" he asked me, his voice was appeasing, giving me chills.
"I'm studying physics right now..." I told him as a lump formed in my throat, "Not much other than that."
He smiled. It was a radiating smile, bright enough to light a thousand suns. I swallowed the lump in my throat and from that moment on I never got that smile out of my mind.
° ° °
It was the morning after, I woke up in a strange place I had never seen before, my eyes widened once I noticed I wasn’t in my dorm. Jolting up, I looked around the room. It was small, the walls were lined with books all about different universes and mysterious creatures. A lonely glass prism sat on the table next to the bed, projecting a rainbow onto the wall behind it.
I closed my eyes, hearing someone outside the room making breakfast. “Hello?!” I asked, deciding to know more about the situation before panicking.
“You’re up!” A smooth voice said as the person opened the door, a golden figure walked inside, a man older than me, but not by too much.
“Bill?!” I screamed, jumping off the bed, “What am I doing in your house?”
He smiled warmly again, my heartbeat accelerating, “Don’t you remember?” He asked curiously.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying to remember what happened last night. “The last thing I remember is you smiling at me at dinner...”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Then you missed a lot.” He got closer to me, we both sat on the bed, only a couple inches separated us. “Maybe this will help bring something back.” He said, closing off the distance between us. His lips pressed onto mine. My eyes widened like plates before I shoved him away quickly, what had that been?!
“What the f-?!” I began before he cut me off.
“You really don’t remember...” He said in a disappointed whisper. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and exited the room, dialling Brooklyn’s number, expecting her to be able to tell me what had happened.
She answered after only one ring, “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Mason Pines.” She screamed. Her voice was angry and unsympathetic. A feeling of dread washed over me, what had I done?
“Look, Brooklyn, I don’t remember anything, what the hell happened?”
A witchy laugh came from the other side of the call, “Of course you don’t remember...” She told herself, amused and doubtful, “You don’t remember breaking up with me...” The amusement in her voice died down to a small sob, “You don’t remember leaving me for that stupid blonde guy...”
Now she was full-out crying. I hang up, thinking that if I kept talking I would make it worse.
I turned around to look at Bill, who was looking at me from the room's doorway. Our eyes met for a minute, had I really broken up with my girlfriend for him? I remembered the smile he had given me last night, and the way my heart fluttered when our hands touched.
My heartbeat sped, and I rushed past him and into the bathroom. The image of his eyes was engraved into my mind. I remembered the few times I had seen him before this, and how badly I had tried to catch his attention as a child.
"I'm not gay!" I screamed as I stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door. I remembered Brooklyn and her bouncing skirt as we got to the car. Then, I visualized Bill, his brown-yellow eyes staring at mine, his gleaming smile that blinded me, his blond curls I desperately wanted to run my fingers through... "Shit, I'm gay..." I whispered and dropped to the floor, my back against the door, as tears started streaming down my cheeks.
° ° °
After a couple of minutes, I heard a shy knock on the bathroom door. I wiped my tears with my shirt and shuffled away from the door, letting Bill inside.
“Are you okay?” He asked compassionately, sitting on the floor next to me. I shook my head, leaning my head on his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” He insisted, I nodded but didn’t say anything. Bill wrapped his arm around me and held my hand. His fingers were soft and long. I looked up at his beautiful eyes, I felt like I could tell him anything.
“I want to remember.” I said simply, my voice was croaky from the crying, “I want to remember why I chose you.” I continued. A soft smile appeared on his face, making my heart jump.
“Dipper...” He whispered the way he said my name filled my stomach with butterflies, “You don’t have to remember it all now, we can work towards that together.”
I took a deep breath, “Are you taking me to the doctors’?” I asked. He didn’t say it, but I knew it was his plan.
“Are you okay with that?” He murmured.
I sat up to look at him clearly, “If that’s what it takes...” I assured him.
Our lips met. It wasn’t like any kissed I’d shared with anyone before. It was a sweet kiss, a strong kiss. And it spoke to me.
Bill hated his new form. No… It wasn’t the form he hated, it was not being able to reveal who he really was. Usually, it wouldn’t matter but of course the Pines twins were involved. In his new body–no, his new life, he spent most days in school.
Bill was growing increasingly impatient with the stupid punishment. He did not want to live as a pathetic human. But he managed… Mostly with the help of Dipper Pines.
He hadn’t noticed it until recently…
He spent most of the time feeling rather detached from his human form. He wasn’t always aware of the actions he made with it. Bill was almost watching himself on his days on Earth. He spent a lot of time in classes with Dipper and now had to do a project with him.
He hadn’t noticed it until it was brought up…
Bill Cipher and Pine Tree spoke frequently on the phone to talk about their project. If you asked Bill, he had no idea what the project was even about. But his partner didn’t seem to notice and would usually simply tell the demon what he wanted him to do.
His “mother” walked in on a phone call amongst the two boys and commented on how Bill had lowered his voice about an octave more before leaving. The demon had not noticed this behavior until then. But he had observed humans for long enough to know what it meant. Quickly after arriving to this conclusion, Bill Cipher ran through other conversations that he had had with the brunette.
It was so pain-stakingly obvious. If it hadn’t been so long… Perhaps, he would have noticed it sooner. The calm anxiety that flooded the demon’s systems randomly throughout their talks. The way he felt more solid in his human body around him. The way that he made this new life feel less surreal. Mirroring his mannerisms.
It crossed the blonde’s mind once or twice how the demon had completely discounted the frequent fantasies of the brunette’s lips on his. Why hadn’t it struck him as at least a little odd? But no, he had treated those day dreams as normal things for some strange reason.
Bill sighed. Hadn’t he decided a long time ago to stop questioning these things? He had feelings for the kid that destroyed his attempts at world domination. Big whoop.
Bill momentarily cursed his physical form. Though he knew that his physical form had nothing to do with it. Despite contrary belief, a demonic form is still capable of love. Bill had tested this theory about a millennia ago. While possessing a human form, Bill had fallen in love. He switched back to his usual self to see if the feelings would go away, they did not. No, a demonic form is capable of love. A human form just made it easier. In a human form, you act as equals. Connecting with humans as another human and connecting with one as a demon were very different experiences. As a human, it was easier. Bill supposed it was because of the human belief that they were all equal that made it that way. That, and how terrified humans tend to be when faced with a demon.
As a human, you just connect differently. You connect as equals. You connect with the extra additive called pheromones.
Bill sat back to think on these new thoughts. To chew on them. Bill began fall into another one of his fantasies. Very suddenly all he saw was Dipper’s lips on his. Bill felt Pine Tree’s mouth on his ear. Bill imagined tracing his lips in kisses down the nerd’s bony neck and down to his collar bone. Waiting for a sign, for a moan to show him when to bite. He felt his teeth sneaking into the other boy’s skin, tasted the blood on his lips. He felt Pine Tree’s hands on his hips.
His thoughts were abruptly stopped by the presence of another being in the vicinity. Bill shot straight up. The gold eyes met brown. “Dipper Pines…” Bill tried to suppress the probably horribly obvious blush that tinted his face and ears. “Pi-Dipper, w-what brings you here?” The brunette set his things down at the door. “Um… It’s Saturday. I came to work on the science project. Sorry… You told me not to knock so I thought–” “No!” the demon leapt to his feet with cat-like agility. “No, it’s fine. It’s just me… I’ve just been loosing track of the days that’s all. I didn’t know who you were.” “Yeah… Hey, Bill… Are you okay?” the Pines twin asked shyly. “Huh?” “Dude, you’re drenched in sweat.” Sure enough, Bill was so sweaty that his bangs were clinging to his forehead. Bill felt his face flush with heat. There were deep shadows under his eyes, from the lack of sleep that Bill was giving to his body. Needless to say, he didn’t exactly care for his new form. “Yeah… I’m fine,” Bill muttered. But his words of reassurance did nothing to stop all the exhaustion from crashing over him at once. “Let’s go start the project.” The brunette nodded, absolutely delighted at the new topic at hand and he turned around to grab the supplies he had dropped by the door. He came back talking excitedly about the project. Bill attempted to follow him but he lacked interest in the topic. In the midest of the brunette’s chatter, Bill groaned. “D-Dipper…” Dipper seemed upset about being cut off like that but he still replied: “Yes?” “I… Geez, what am I doing? Dipper, I… I like you. As in, not in a friend way. I’m sorry, I’m bad at this. I like you. I don’t know why or even how but I do. I’m not used to this, I’m completely new to this stuff. I don’t know what I’m trying to get out of telling you this but I’m doing it.” There was a long silence between the two boys. Finally, Dipper chuckled and snorted under his breath. “Bill… Are you drunk?” “What?! No, I mean… I’m a bit hung over… Why?” Dipper held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, I just–I dunno. I don’t deal with people telling me that… They have a crush on me. You? I… Look, Bill, I like you, too. But I don’t…” “Want to tell anyone about your preferences?” “No. Bill, I don’t… I’m seeing someone.“ Bill stared at the human for several long moments. “You’re lying. Why are you lying?” Dipper’s face flushed red. “I’m not lying!” “Yes. You. Are. You have a fucking erection. Explain that!” “I…” Dipper’s face flushed. “Fuck it…” he muttered underneath his breath as he lunged forward to plant a hot messy kiss on Bill’s lips. Their teeth clanged together and Bill felt the other boy’s nose smash against his cheek. Dipper’s hands soon found Bill’s hips and rested there. Over his shock, the demon took control. He grabbed his lover’s face in his hands and kissed him greedily. He felt his face go warm and his hands drifted to the brunette’s ribs. He held him like this tightly. His fingers dug between each bone. Dipper’s hands, which had been entangled in Bill’s hair, drifted lower as well. He rested his hands atop of the demon’s shoulder blades. It drove Bill wild and encouraged him to go more. His tongue began to explore faster and his grip was tighter. He wanted no space between the two of them. Bill’s right hand drifted from Dipper’s side and lower to palm the lump in his pants. His PineTree gasped against his kiss. His hands began to drift as well. They went lower and lower until they were traveling up underneath the cloth of Bill’s T-shirt. The demon helped the boy get his shirt off. He began to play with the buttons of the other boy’s flannel shirt. Down to the last button, Dipper shrugged his shirt off. Dipper’s senses were on fire. His lips felt so perfect against his classmate’s, he needed more. His hands were placed on Bill’s chest and suddenly the blond pulled away. His lips still tingled with the feeling of the other’s touch. Bill’s mouth met Dipper’s neck and slowly he traveled lower, looking for the perfect place. He went all the way to his collar bone and knew immediately where the spot was. He hit it and Dipper’s moans became something else entirely. Bill decided to tease him. He nibbled on the spot and listened as Dipper’s breathes became quicker and more desperate. Finally, Bill sunk his teeth into the collar bone. His blood leaked slowly from the cut and Dipper was done. He screamed as Bill’s teeth made contact. Bill glanced up at the brunette for a brief moment, sending Dipper’s pulse flying through the roof. Bill pulled away, licking the blood off his lips. He gazed into the brown eyes of the boy beneath him. Dipper stared into the golden eyes. Without ever breaking eye contact, Dipper’s hands drifted. He had his palm over Bill’s erection. The demon grinned and chuckled beneath his breath. “Oh ho ho, Pine Tree…” Dipper froze. His blood had completely run cold. Realization had hit him like a slap in the face. “B-Bill Cipher?” the brunette whimpered. The demon’s eyes became wide and his cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. The boy pressed his back farther into the coach. He didn’t want near him, he wanted to get as far away from him as possible. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to feel the heat of his skin against his. Fear rose and still… Dipper remained pinned beneath a demon. Dipper lashed out and tried to push the demon off of him. Bill was caught off guard. It only took an extra kick for the boy to escape. For a moment, the demon was still, the shock had frozen him. He lurched back into reality, he couldn’t allow the boy to leave. On his feet he managed to caught his love right at the door. He had him pinned. Dipper Pines was trapped with his back against his only means of escape. “Let me go, Bill!” the boy cried desperately. “No,” Bill Cipher hissed. “Dipper, you can’t tell anyone.” “W-what?” The demon’s eyes burned. “You can’t tell anyone who I really am. Dipper, please… You have to understand. I–” “Fine!” The boy’s breath was ragged and uneven. “I won’t tell them what you are. Just let me go.” Bill loosened his grip. He didn’t know what caused him to close the gap between their lips but he did. This time it was less needy. It was soft and compassion as opposed to rough and lusty. Dipper kept his eyes wide open. His face became heated and he was frozen. He whimpered against Bill’s touch. The demon pulled away and it took one harsh shove from the human and he was gone. Dipper sped through the hallway with Bill chasing moments after. The two boys most have been quite a sight, running shirtless through an apartment complex with one of them looking terrified out of their witts. Bill tried shouting after him but to no avail. Eventually, Bill simply fell to his knees. Not because he was winded, it was because of his tears. His tears fell down his face. Sobs racked his body. A human body… It hurt more than Bill Cipher remembered. Perhaps, he was more emotional like this. “What changed?” Bill muttered. He was willing to… He even… He liked him. He kissed him. But the moment he knew, it all changed. So, he was a demon but he was still the same… The same person he was kissing before he realized… Why is it so different? It’s been years, Pine Tree. But somehow it all feels the same. Bill never felt so weak. Sobbing shirtless on your knees staring after the stairs his lover flew down, that’s some sort of all time low. Pathetic.
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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Read my story to find out what happens next! (Spoilers, it's fluffffff)
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
I wrote this in like half an hour lol it’s meant to be silly fluff so forgive any mistakes :p Under the cut because it’s long~
Dipper leaned against the booth he had been shoved in, tiredly cursing out Mabel in his head. Not only had she made him dress up to look like her, she was using him as her “break buddy” so that she didn’t actually have to run the booth all day. Every two hours like clockwork, his twin would reappear with treats and stuffed animals, usually won for her by a guy that had happened to be by a booth with prizes.
Mabel was the sweet, pretty girl that most guys in town chased after, so with her grunkle Stan-like mind for money, she decided to set up a kissing booth at the fair. Because kissing on the lips was a bit gross to do with so many people, she only offered kisses on the hand, and people could even choose instead to buy a handmade bracelet or sweater.
He carefully itched his head while grabbing a five from a guy in line, ready to once again give the back of a stranger’s hand a soft kiss.
“I don’t suppose I could pay extra for a phone number, could I?” The man gave a smile that might’ve made the real Mabel giggle. Dipper, however, didn’t care for it.
So that he didn’t give away the illusion, Dipper wasn’t allowed to speak, seeing as his voice was much deeper than Mabel’s. Instead, he gave an unimpressed look and motioned for the next person in line.
In front of him then stood a tall blond, his hair bleached to stand out against his light brown skin. The smirk on the demon’s face revealed his sharp teeth, ones that Dipper rolled his eyes at.
“Bill, you’ve been in line twelve times now, go enjoy the fair. I’ll come back out with you again once Mabel comes back, okay?” Dipper, already knowing what Bill was there for, held out his hand for the five, ready to get pulled into a kiss.
“I’ve actually been in line thirteen times, Pine Tree, learn to count.” Bill slapped the five into Dipper’s palm, grabbing his hand firmly to pull him closer. “You think I’m making all of these guys jealous?” he laughed in a low voice.
Dipper huffed, his hips uncomfortably rubbing against the edge of the counter now that he was leaning so far forward. “Probably, but I’m not really Mabel, so they’re not getting the actual good thing they’re here for.”
The demon pulled away slightly and gave Dipper a dirty look. “Your sister is amazing, but in my opinion, you’re the best thing they could hope to get outa five bucks. In fact, they’re lucky she asked me not to send them to a dimension filled with angry wasps for flirting with my Pine Tree.” He leaned in again and his toothy grin came back. “That, and I figure if they see someone like me getting some sugar, they’ll start to dress and act like me. Think of it, Pine Tree, they’d be following me so blindly, my influence subtle but my presence strong!”
Holding back a laugh, Dipper playfully smacked Bill’s hand off of his. “Just give me a kiss and go buy me a slushie so I can have it when I’m done. Mabel should be back soon anyway.”
Happily obliging, Bill planted a rough and wet kiss on Dipper’s lips, acting as if he were about to turn it into a makeout session.
When they broke from their kiss, Bill gently rubbed his thumb over Dipper’s bottom lip. “Don’t think I won’t try to get back in line while I’m waiting for you.”
Dipper shuddered and let the chills Bill’s touch gave him go through his limbs before he responded. “Fine. But if there’s a riot you’re dealing with it,” he laughed.
Bill chuckled and looked at the line behind him, the angry and impatient faces earning a simple wave from the demon. “This’ll be fun to explain when you and I finally come out as dating to everyone, huh?”
“We’ll just tell them the truth,” he said as he shrugged. “They can’t be mad if the fair is already over and they got what they wanted from the booth.”
Fixing his tacky yellow vest, Bill turned to leave. “Fair enough. I’ll go get your slushie and wait for you to be finished, princess.” He wiggled his fingers at Dipper’s shirt and walked away snickering.
Only then had it occurred to Dipper to look down and see what shirt Mabel had stuffed him in. Against the light pink material in glittery letters, the words, “Fabulous Princess” were painted across his fake breasts. How he missed it while he was getting dressed, he didn’t know, but before he dealt with the next person in line, Dipper angrily grabbed one of the plain blue sweaters and pulled in on.
Never again would he agree to do something like this for Mabel. Not unless he got to add his own terms and conditions to it, anyway.
While dealing with what would hopefully be the last few people he’d have to see before Mabel got back, Dipper licked his lips and thought about Bill’s kiss. All of them that day had been sweet and lustful, but that last one made his lips tingle pleasantly.
If he were being honest with himself, as awful as being in that booth was, Bill’s kisses really made it worth it. Not that the demon didn’t kiss him at home every chance he could, but these ones felt so territorial and attention demanding. Bill didn’t say it often because he thought it was cheesy, but it reminded Dipper that the demon really cared about and loved him, enough to be jealous over simple pecks on the hand.
“Is that cute smile because of me?” the man in front of him asked.
Dipper snapped out of his daze and crinkled his nose at the man. He shook his head but smiled again, since he knew Mabel wouldn’t scold someone for flirting at the booth. He motioned for the man to get on with it, then kissed the back of his hand once the guy paid.
He had grown tired of kissing hands and wished more people would buy the sweaters or bracelets instead, but the ones wanting those were few and far between.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Bill casually watching the events, a blue slushie in his hand. It made the brunet’s smile grow and helped him get through five more people, those thankfully being the last ones before Mabel returned, knocking on the back of the booth so that they could switch unseen.
After scolding her for making him work the four total hours in that shirt, he tossed his twin’s clothes aside and pulled on his own, eager to get another kiss from Bill, the only kisses he didn’t think he could ever get sick of.
