Sep 8, 2015
“I suggest you DON’T do that.” Someone was a bit snippy today.
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“I suggest you DON’T do that.” Someone was a bit snippy today.
"Dipper.." Kiera hummed, one hand gently brushing over his cheek to wake him. There was a smile curved over her lips. "I've got a surprise for you.."
Slowly, the brunet’s eyes fluttered open. He let out a small yawn then sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Hmmm? Surprise? What would that be?”
“It’s just me!”
meme
“Get AWAY from me–” The brunet’s blue eyes were clouded and he was watching the redhead in terror as she approached. A knife was in his grasp and he was shaking. This happened rarely, and usually without warning. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to maintain distance between them. When he spoke again, his voice was trembling.
“I-I’m d o n e listening to YOU! I-I’m DONE, done with your insults an’ you talkin’ DOWN to me and Mabel all the damn time. Y-you AREN’T a mother, you’re–” In the next moment, he sank to his knees, his chest tightening.
“L-leave me alone, mother… please…” He frowned when she spoke, and he shook his head back and forth. Dipper blinked a couple times and focused his gaze back on her, confusion plastered on his face. “W-Wendy…?”
flanncl
Dammit, he was so nervous. Why...? Why was he always so anxious around girls? Why did he even LIKE the redhead? He drew in a deep breath before looking her in the eyes, his face becoming a deep shade of red.
“Wendy... I need t’ talk to you.”
moonlightlovebites
The brunet glanced down at the strap-on, heart pounding furiously inside his chest. He obeyed the order, opening his mouth wide.
“Kneel”
Dipper’s face flushed a bit as he watched the other. He couldn’t believe what he was going to say, it wasn’t like he could control himself.
pacifica-westwood: "Why are you wearing that?"
pacifica-westwood
“This is what I always wear, what’s your excuse for wearing that?”
“Heh. So you like being watched, huh?”
“E-excuse me?” The brunet immediately turned from the other, heat rushing to his cheeks. To say he was embarrassed would be an understatement. “Why would I admit that to you? Who are YOU, anyway?”