Kissing Booth - Day One BillDip Week 2017
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.